Rebelicious Rant

 

I ran across this photo on the net and, while it may be just an old, worn hat to most of you, it means a great deal to me. Yes, even more than my Trump 2020 hat or my beloved MAGA hat. You see, my brother and my uncle both owned hats identical to this one back in the 80’s. That was such a wonderful time for my generation, even if we were too young to fully appreciate it. Reagan was President,  we didn’t have to worry about locking our doors, and we knew our neighbors. We didn’t have to worry about school shootings and we stood every morning for the pledge of allegiance. We respected our flag, stood for the National Anthem, and we had respect for the men and women who serve our country. We were taught manners and we knew that if we acted up, we were going to get our hind ends whipped, and if we got it somewhere else, we’d get it twice as bad at home, so we acted like we had some sense. It was safe to trick or treat and we would go from house to house, thrilled more with the homemade popcorn balls and cookies than the Kit-Kats and Reese’s. We baked cookies for our elderly neighbors, went to church, and couldn’t wait to meet up with our friends at the church dinners and picnics. We were taught the values of hard work, respect, and integrity. We were taught to love God, family, and country. We learned the value of a dollar and to waste not, want not. We were educated properly and encouraged to think for ourselves. We rode our bikes, became one with nature, and allowed our imaginations to grow. We socialized and we served our communities. We knew that to pay a few extra dollars for that tag that proudly stated MADE IN AMERICA was worth every single penny we paid. We bought local as much as we could, supporting the “Mom and Pop” businesses, but we would always “buy American” because that’s who and what we were and we were proud. We read Orwell’s 1984. We never thought we’d live it.

But, something changed.

Now, we are supposed to believe a scripted narrative that is being shoved down our throats. We live in fear – to go to school and work, to speak our minds, to wear a HAT for Heaven’s sake! You can’t turn on the TV or radio, surf the web, read a magazine or paper, or even walk down the street without being force-fed propaganda. Everything that we’ve worked for – everything that our parents and grandparents worked for – is being threatened by a group of people who think that our only worth is to provide for people who are too lazy to provide for themselves. Our children are targeted through videos and social media. Schools no longer teach the three R’s and art/music/athletics are becoming obsolete, while at the same time, they teach our children that there are infinite genders and that socialism works. We are wary of the school staff, our neighbors, our clergymen, and people in general. Doubly so if we are parents. No longer is it safe for our kids to trick or treat or walk to the corner store. No longer are kids allowed to roam the neighborhood til the streetlights come on. We have several locks on our doors. We are appalled at how the next generation has shunned hard work, frugality, and integrity in favor of handouts, entitlement, and disrespect. We cringe as they take away our monuments and statues while trying to rewrite history. We struggle to find home/work balance – so that we can parent our children and foster healthy relationships- but there are those who would have us support people who want a free ride while they peddle drugs and traffic children on the side. The mom and pop shops are becoming obsolete. Our jobs – some entire industries! – went overseas. We are expected to no longer think for ourselves or have unique opinions for if we do, we are considered racist, sexist, xenophobic, homophobic, or deplorable.

Now, for those of you who spend your lives hating on and blaming President Trump for how miserable your lives are, that’s fine. You’re entitled to your opinion and I will fight till my dying breath your right to voice your opinion, but let’s get a few things clear. He IS your President whether you like it or not. He IS keeping his promise to make America great again and there are a lot of us who are quite thrilled with what he has accomplished. He IS the change that we needed and we WILL vote to keep him in office. We are DONE with being bullied, force fed bullshit to, and being expected to lie down and take everything being hurled at us. As Americans, we should NEVER be made to press 1 for English or have to learn a foreign language so that we can communicate with our co-workers. We will NOT tolerate anyone disrespecting our country, our flag, our Constitution, or our Anthem. Expecting immigrants to cross our borders legally, thinking that it’s ridiculous to pay someone for what happened between other people over 100 years ago, and buying American does NOT make us racist. Refusing to support a team, a sport, an individual, a business, or an organized group that disrespects our country and its symbols, God/religion, our morals and sensibilities, and our way of life DOES NOT make us racist or sexist. Do NOT mock our God, then proceed to tell us what Jesus would do. Do NOT question our morals and love for our children then proceed to try to sell us on late term abortion. Do NOT try to teach us about science, then try to sell us on the idea of infinite genders. Do NOT blame Trump for the crisis at the border after you refused to acknowledge that there was indeed a crisis. Don’t preach to us about love and peace and acceptance if you support violence and threats against those who speak out against socialism and communism, and those whose politics don’t match yours. We cannot sit idly by while you take our guns, condone attacks on law enforcement, first responders, military, and civilians, and aid criminal illegal immigrants to evade deportation.

We are Patriots -proud, patriotic men and women of every race, Creed, religion, nationality, and sexual orientation – and we remember our great America. We believe that President Trump is returning us to greatness on a much greater scale than we could have imagined. He is bringing our jobs back. Mom and Pop stores are coming back. Small business is booming. Once again, the words on this hat can be proudly proclaimed.  And we are grateful.

We will re-elect Trump in 2020 and continue to Make America Great Again.
WWG1WGA

 

DME

I feel like I am suffocating. The loneliness engulfs me in the dead of night and wraps its cold claws around my soul.

I need nothing more than a sign from you…a signal that there is hope. I wonder if you even realize the depth of my desire for you. When two souls are meant to be together, there is to be nothing that can stand in the way of destiny, but I am ever fearful. Do you not see that it was written in the stars? That fate has wielded her mighty sword on several occasions in order to create this perfect union?

There is no other logical way to explain it. Nothing in God’s world happens by mistake. We were destined to meet. We were created as 2 halves of the same whole.

We were soulmates long before we were ever born.

 

 

(Previously Published)

 

While going through a bunch of old boxes I found buried in the back of my outbuilding, I found a box full of cassette tapes. Of course, the music lover in me had to sit down and pore though them, one by one. It always amazes me at how eclectic my taste in music is. I found Harry Belefonte, Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons, Patsy Cline, Billy Idol, and even a Black Flag album. I laughed as I came across bands like Milli Vanilli, Culture Club, and Pet Shop Boys. I put aside The Beastie Boys, Anthrax, Iron Maiden, a few Charlie Daniels albums, one or two Marshall Tucker, and Mott the Hoople. Then, at the bottom of the box, I found them, a  symbol of my teenage angst……….mix tapes.

To a child of the 80’s, mix taps were the equivalent of a playlist except they were contained on a cassette tape. They were a helluva lot better and more meaningful than a mix CD or digital mix any day. First of all, it took a lot of time and effort to record those things. If you didn’t have a dubbing system, (which, thankfully, I did),then you had to be careful and quiet as not to distort the quality with background noise. I remember receiving a mix tape in high school from a guy who wasn’t too careful and obviously didn’t listen to it before giving it to me. About halfway through Bon Jovi’s “Never Say Goodbye”, you can hear his mother plainly asked if he would please pick his dirty underwear off of the floor so that she could wash a load of whites. I died! Second, it took some effort to gather the songs that you wanted to put on them. I remember some of us holding our little black tape recorder up to the speaker, our fingers poised over the record button, waiting for our song to be played on our favorite station. Some of us would even call the request line so that we could record the dedication. We all had party mixes, break-up mixes, mixes to cruise to, and mixes to make out to, but the greatest was The Dedication Mix.

I got more than my share of them, and Heaven knows I made a lot as well. Believe me, that dubbing system got a lot of use! To a person whose entire existence seems to be immersed in music, these tapes were items to be cherished. Flowers die, Chocolate makes you fat, but mix tapes brought joy. I was young, what can I say? I believed in the emotions in the music…I felt it! The boys who gave them to me are but a distant memory, but I will forever be floored by the desperation of “At This Moment” by Billy Vera and the Beaters. I still cry a small tear when I hear “Last Kiss” (the original by J. Frank Wilson and the Cavaliers, not Pearl Jam). And let’s face it anything by REO Speedwagon or Chicago brings about nostalgic feelings for most every 80’s baby.

I looked through them, taking a moment to take note of who they were from, what songs were on them, and to try to remember what life was like at that exact time in my life. One in particular evoked memories of a very tragic time in my life. I was 16 and in love. We wanted to get married, but had agreed to finish high school first. We had known each other our entire lives and had so much in common. A month after my 16th birthday, he committed suicide. The last mix tape that he had made me contained songs that I cannot bear to listen to even now. He called me Angel Eyes, so of course, the Jeff Healey song of the same name was song number one. Aerosmith’s “Angel” was always second. The rest really don’t matter anymore…like I said, I never want to hear those songs again.

Another tape that I came across is labeled on one side simply “Sczerba”. I know this to be someone’s last name, but for the life of me, I have no idea who. Nor do I have a clue as to why it is inscribed to me on the other side. I had to listen to it of course. 3:) I was shocked to hear Anthrax, Black Sabbath, AC/DC, Dio, and ALICE COOPER! I am completely, totally over the freaking moon for Alice Cooper! WTF? These were all of my favorite songs. No romantic, flowery, piano ballads – this was balls to the wall, raw metal. Not exactly your typical dedication mix by any means, but I wish to hell I could remember the guy who took the time to get to know me on that level. Nonetheless, it is an awesome mix of great tunes!

I have a single one that I made for someone, but never gave to him. I think it was in like the 7th  grade. He was my high school crush and I was so intimidated by him that I stuttered every time I got near him. Needless to say, the making of the tape was more therapeutic for me than it was a relationship tool. Every other one I ever made went to someone somewhere, but this one represents the scared girl that I once was. It represents unrequited love, a first broken heart, and a vortex of teen angst.

Scattered among these were countless random mix tapes. One, labeled “Fryburg Party” contains songs by Meatloaf, Ted Nugent, Joan Jett, Foreigner, Bob Seger, and Foghat. I spent every weekend partying to this album in, where else, Fryburg! This was the tape we listened to on our way to Club Farm to see Lawyers, Guns, and Money. We drank beer at Party Hill while this tape played in Andy’s Monte Carlo. It brings back many great memories. Another tape has every great outlaw drinking song ever recorded, while another is just a bunch of us jamming in someone’s garage.

I love music. I love to play, I love to sing, and I love to listen. I live my life to a melody. I dream in rhythm. I could no more throw out these old tapes that I could throw away my feelings. They are a part of me in a crazy kind of way. When I listen to them, my mind takes a long ramble down Memory Lane.

They are like the soundtrack of my life.

(Previously Published)

My favorite poem is Invictus by William Ernest Henley. My daddy kept a copy of this poem on his dresser mirror for as long as I can remember. When I was around 11 years old, he made me memorize it. It always struck me as powerful, but it wasn’t until I got older that I realized the profound impact it has made on my life.

There are many people who have no idea what the poem is about or what the word Invictus really means. Well, the easiest way I have found to define it is actually an album title by David Allan Coe, Invictus Means Unconquered. This is also the most apt definition as far as I am concerned, though others may find it a bit vague.

I feel that this poem represents my life well. I have suffered a lot of hard times, like most, but I have also suffered many atrocities that no one should ever have to bear. I have been beaten, with fists, boards, belts, and straps. I have been kicked, choked, and spat upon. I have been held down, bit, burnt, and raped. I have gazed upon madness and faced evil incarnate, yet, here I am, alive and well. My faith does not waver. God does not give us what we are not prepared to handle.

The trials I have faced do not define me. The fact that I have walked through Hell and came out victorious only stands as an example of my strength, my faith, and my fortitude. I AM unconquered. I AM the Master of my Fate. I AM the Captain of my soul. I am a warrior, a survivor. They may have broken my heart and scarred my body, but they never broke my spirit nor my will. My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Too many people allow the actions of others to direct the outcome of their own lives. This is insanity. We cannot allow the ignorance of others to influence us. We cannot allow ourselves to fall victim to the evils that others tempt us with. We must decide THIS VERY DAY to take control over our own lives, to carve out our own destinies. We must find our faith, not only in God, but in ourselves, lest we succumb to weakness and failure. I gladly share with each and every one of you my motto:

Ego Sum Invictus

(I Am Unconquered)

(Previously Published)

 

 

My guy friends are looking for good women. My girl friends are looking for good men. Hmmm, you would think that the solution would be obvious, but it’s not. The truth is that it is all pretty convoluted. No one seems to be on the same page as to what constitutes a good woman or a good man. No one seems willing to change anything about themselves in order to compromise. It kills me to see the people I care about going through so much pain and loneliness, but in all honesty, there are times when I want to grab them and shake the shit out of them, you know?
Take guy #1, for example. He drinks, smokes weed, indulges in other recreational drugs, and brings home 3 and 4 women at a time for orgies…..at his mom’s house! He is constantly depressed over his inability to find his dream woman. What kind of woman is he looking for? Think sexy June Cleaver. You know, innocent, sweet, shy, kind. This is not the kind of girl you meet at a dive bar or a rave, but he still expects to find her there. On a pole or at the end of a crack pipe is not where you are going to meet a mousy, librarian type, no matter how hard you look. He doesn’t work, he is moody, and he is a momma’s boy, but he wants the type of romance you see in the movies. His wish? To find a woman that will rise to the challenge of making him change. Hmmm….
Guy #2, on the other hand, is hard working, talented, and a great dad. He is a Christian with good morals and values. He is educated and strong in his beliefs. So, why can he not find Miss Right? Well, his biggest problem is that he is hung up on “Barbie Body”. Yep, perfect size 5 body. Looks are so important to him that he chooses women that are wrong for him. He mistakes them loving his lifestyle for them being compatible with his lifestyle. He is blind to the character flaws in these women. Hmmm…
Then you have girl #1. She cannot keep a man for more than 6 months because she expects her boyfriends to support her, and her kids, financially from day one. She expects her men to babysit and give her money to party at the bar 4 nights a week. She also expects her men to be okay with the fact that she still puts out to her exes when they aren’t in jail for non-payment of child support. Goodness….
Girl #2 is the one I am most sorry for. All of her life, she was told that she was ugly and worthless. She has never had anyone to boost her self-esteem. Despite her intelligence and many talents, she feels like no good man would ever have her, so she settled for a man who only treats her good sometimes. She only wanted to be the light in someone’s eyes, but got tear soaked eyes instead.
I want, more than anything, for my friends to find true love and eternal happiness. Every single one of them deserve it. I’m afraid, however, that their mindsets will be their downfalls. I’ve said it before, and I will say it again – that elusive love that everyone is searching for may very well be in front of their faces if they only chose to see. We must open our eyes and become aware. We must be willing to change. Not our morals or our being, but rather our expectations.
To a third party, things are a little more clear. Guy #1 needs to get a job, quit the bullshit, and stop screwing every two-bit floozy in the county. He needs to grow up. Guy #2 needs to realize that what he needs is a woman he has something in common with, someone who can challenge him and make him laugh. He needs someone who gets his lifestyle. Girl #1 needs to let the past go and accept some responsibility, while girl #2 needs to hook up with guy #2. Simple, hunh?
Just Sayin….

 

Today, I was bored and decided to comment on one of my daughter’s posts about HB2. My daughter is a total liberal, so of course, I walked into this knowing that I was stirring the shit-pot, so to speak. Needless to say, it wasn’t long before I had a debate on my hands. 😀

A little background….

I live in North Carolina which is at the heart of the transgender bathroom issue. It is also smack dab in the heart of the Bible Belt. What the nation is hearing about HB2 does not even scratch the surface of the turmoil that is occurring here. A lot people are under the misconception that North Carolinians are discriminating against the GLBT community out of fear and prejudice. This is not, however, the case in all instances. We are all not ignorant, simple-minded folks who have no want or desire for progress. Some of us really don’t care what genitalia you have, want, or were born with. We just want to have our rights respected too.

Today, I was informed that transgender people fear the harassment and assaults that accompany using their currently assigned restrooms. Is it wrong to point out that the assaults and harassment are only going to be the tip of the iceberg if NC reverses its stance on the bill? People are buying ammo, for heaven’s sake! Whether it is right or wrong, that is a fact. There is no need to wonder, people WILL rebel. Innocent people are going to get hurt and it is all because no one can agree on where to piss. Sad, isn’t it?

Today, I was asked my stance on HB2. That one is a little harder to explain. Why? Because contrary to popular belief, this is a complex issue. This is not grammar school check-yes-or-no shit….this is real and it affects more than just the GLBT community.

Personally, on one hand, I could give a flying fuck about your gender issues. Keep that shit to yourself. If you want to change your gender, go for it. It does not affect me at all….until some hairy SOB looking like Chester Molester in heels tries to walk in the restroom with my preteen daughter. THEN, we have issues.

And that brings me to my first major point….If you have chosen to identify as a gender other than the one you had at birth, then make an effort to look like it. Hell, do one better and solve this whole damn issue by having gender reassignment surgery. If you want society to restructure its entire outlook to respect your chosen gender identity, then surely you can respect your chosen gender identity enough to have reassignment surgery and take your damn hormones. Until you have enough faith in your decision to make it a reality, don’t expect anyone else to have faith in your decision either.

I mean, I get it. I do. You don’t feel comfortable. There ARE single restrooms, as well as family restrooms. Feel free to use them if you want. No one is complaining. While I realize that sounds crass, let me point out that it really is a viable option….win-win….you get safety and privacy and I don’t have to explain things to my child before I feel she is ready to understand.

Point 2…how does asking people to change all that they believe, their morals and values, their religious beliefs differ from asking you to respect a law that has been in effect for some time now? Why does the comfort of one group of people take precedence over the comfort of another group? Why does one person deserve to have the right to feel safe at the expense of another’s right to the same? Has anyone thought about the child with developmental disabilities who cannot understand what is going on? Has anyone thought about the rape victim or the little old lady with dementia who is terrified? What about the family of the innocent bystander who is killed in an altercation fueled by fear and stubbornness?

Personally, I feel that this whole debate only exists at this ridiculous level because of the new trend that some of us refer to as “being butthurt”. It’s all bullshit, plain and simple. Every time someone gets their feelings hurt, they have to take it to the extreme. Some stupid kid shoots up a church and its all “Black Lives Matter”, “Take down the Flag”. Bruce becomes Caitlyn and now someone wants the right to jack their dick in the stall next to me as I change my tampon. Wow! These are your battles? This is worth your time? Society is not whipping you. No one is sending you to the back of the bus. No one is telling you to drink from a trans only fountain. Granted, it may seem similar, and on any other issue, I would probably stand with you, but when genitalia comes into play, it’s a whole new ball game.

I am not anti GLBT. I don’t care what you do, how you dress, or what you put in your mouth. I don’t care if you get married, raise children, or run for political office. It’s your life. Live it how you want. I am not about to tell you how to live it. I’m not going to ask you to change to suit me. But that goes both ways. Asking ME to change kind of makes you a hypocrite, now, doesn’t it?

Maybe I need to start the “Next Big Thing”…I hereby identify as a straight, Conservative female with an above average intelligence and I am offended by entitlement, stupidity, laziness, and illegals. Instead of financing illegals, lazy SOB’s, luxury prisons, and every other country under the fucking sun, I want to see all of that money go to the elderly, veterans, and proper public education. I would rather see art and music programs in schools than transgender locker rooms. (I mean, in the long run, which serves the greater good? ) Instead of watching another bleeding heart liberal give my tax dollars to whoever is feeling butthurt at the moment, I would much rather see Trump take more and build that damn wall! I am also very offended by the thought of a stranger’s hairy balls being mere feet away from me. Let’s take steps to rectify that issue…

And finally, my last point….

During my conversation earlier tonight, the person with whom I was debating made the following comment:

“I can’t conceive of someone like yourself, with your background, voting Republican, especially since Republicans have a proven track record of being anti-woman and anti-women’s rights….”

I’m at a loss on that one. What about my background would lead anyone to think that I am a liberal? Is it because I am intelligent and educated? I have said it before and I will say it again – I am no Daisy. I didn’t burn my bra. I didn’t ask for these rights. Someone else saw fit to bestow them on me and I am not altogether sure that they are a blessing. Most of the time I see it as a curse. But here’s where it gets interesting – I’m not trying to change legislature in order to make a man hold a door for me or to get a job and support me. I’m not sitting around crying because I’m not barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen. I’m not trying to change a single person for the sake of validating myself. I choose my battles.

My background…I was raised in a Republican home by my grandparents. I grew up during the Reagan Administration and was inundated with stories of how great Eisenhower was. I even had an old “I like Ike” pin that my grandfather gave me. I place a high value on my right to bear arms. I believe in God, Family, Country. I respect my elders and read my Bible. I know the value of a dollar and I have a strong work ethic. I come from a large, male dominated family whose members include veterans of every single branch of the US military from WWI through the present. I am “old-school”. I’m not looking for progress. I’m intelligent enough to realize that history repeats itself and any “progress” is simply an illusion.

So, am I against or for HB2? Well, neither, of course. The only way to solve this issue is to start over. I don’t necessarily agree with having to use the restroom assigned to your biological gender. I’m down for you using the facilities that correspond to your gender NOW. If you have a vagina honey, come on in, but if not, then go away. If you have a penis NOW, please use the men’s room. At the very least, try not to bring attention to the fact that you are in a restroom that was intended to be for a gender other than your intended one. Or better yet, take advantage of the “gender-neutral” single restrooms. If you want to fight a battle, fight the battle that cries for gender neutral single restrooms to be mandatory in all businesses and do away with the communal bathrooms that are at the heart of this issue. Do I think that there needs to be stricter punishments for those who commit hate crimes against the GLBT community? Of course I do. Am I against the GLBT community? No, not at all. And I never meant to imply that. I’m not trying to dehumanize anyone. I’m just not sure that the world is ready to make the great leap into what you think is the best solution for you despite how anyone else feels. I feel that there needs to be a happy medium.

I think that there is room for compromise on this issue, but this is definitely not the way to go about it…….

All that being said, let me just say a little thank you for the debate. I must admit that I enjoyed debating with someone who gave as good as they got. He made some valid points and I will give credit where credit is due. And J, if you are reading this, feel free to post links to what you shared with me earlier today or to comment. I may not agree with your views, but I will defend with all of my might your right to make your views known.

 

 

Someone once told me that I was unlovable, stupid, ugly, and not worth the air that I breathed. This same person tortured me throughout middle school and high school. He beat me black and blue, pinched my breasts until they were bruised purple and sometimes bleeding, and to top it all off, he would rub himself against me every chance he got. He was several years older than I was, so I didn’t see the point in trying to fight him, so I kinda just took it. After a while, I felt like I deserved it. Then one day, I made it even worse.

It was a half day at school as well as my 14^th birthday. I had just had a party of sorts with some friends during our lunch period before boarding the bus for home. I had worn a dress that day and as I was walking down the aisle of the bus, I felt someone touch the hem of my dress. All I could think was “Not today!” I turned, swinging. Before I realized that it wasn’t my bully, I had landed at least 3 good punches and after he fell, 2 good kicks. I had just whooped a senior’s ass as well as a football player and good friend to boot. Turns out that my hem had been upturned and he was fixing it. I was mortified and although he totally understood the situation as well as my reaction, I carried a ton of guilt with me for years. My bully, however, found my mistake completely hilarious and humiliated me about it every chance that he got. Needless to say, the physical assaults became more violent.

I let this person’s words and actions destroy me. I allowed myself to believe that I was worthless. I sunk into a deep depression and let it consume me. I withdrew and lashed out. I wore only black clothing and pushed every boundary. I had no feelings of self worth or self preservation. I was drowning in pain and screaming a silent cry for help. I was alone, in a vortex, going mad.

I wanted to die.

A year and a half later, I was violently raped. Shortly after that, I ran into my bully and as he passed by, he smirked as he said, “ Little whore. I know you enjoyed it.” Again, I allowed him to destroy me. People told me to let it go. To brush it off and ignore it. I heard those words in my nightmares.

This time, I tried to die. Repeatedly.

But I survived. It took a lot of love, patience, and support, but I am a completely different person now. I learned to love myself. I learned that it is possible for others to love me as well. I have taken my rightful place in society. I am no longer a victim….I am a warrior.

Where I live now, and have lived for 20+ years, people do not see me as a victim. The few people who know about my past have a hard time believing that I once felt weak. They see me as (gasp) “normal”. They know me as strong and independent. They don’t see me as having self esteem issues. I take that as an indication that my hard work has paid off.

It’s funny. My bully still lives in my hometown. When I am in town and inevitably run into him, he always talks real sweet to me. He flirts. That is until I say “Hello _____” in a sickening sweet voice. It is at that moment that I get to see him pale and simply walk away. He knows that he has lost that power…that hold over me. He knows that I am no longer willing to be his victim. I hold the power now and that terrifies him. I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t take pleasure in seeing the look of sheer terror upon his face as he realizes who I am.

I hope the guilt gnaws at his soul.

What people don’t seem to understand is that bullying is no joke. It is wrong to tell a child to “brush it off”. You cannot tell a teen to “ignore it”. This is not “kids being kids”. It is inexcusable for anyone to be physically assaulted and mauled by anyone for any reason. No one deserves to be made to feel inhuman by their peers. Especially a child or teen.

I think that its high time for some changes.

A good starting point would be to stop punishing those who report bullying. How can a school suspend a grammar school girl for reporting that a boy punched her? WTF?!?! What example is being shown when a child is called a “wimp” by a teacher for explaining, when asked where his bloody nose came from, that he was punched in the boys’ restroom by an older student? Oh, I have an idea….let’s start holding parents accountable for the behavior of their children. If my bully’s mom had been held accountable for her son’s behavior, I have a feeling she would’ve put him in his place real quick. How about we stop making excuses for the bullies and stop rewarding their deplorable behavior?

Why not prepare them to be decent human beings?

All I wanted was a cup of coffee….

A few weeks ago, I stopped by the convenience store before work to fill up the car and to grab a cuppa before work. I ran into a guy friend and was talking to him as we waited in a seemingly endless line. This young guy came in, maybe 19 or 20 years old, and I see his face drop when he sees how long the line is. Since I was talking to my friend and really wasn’t in any hurry, I told the guy that he could go in front of me. We finally get to the front of the line and as the guy turns to leave, he looks at me and says ” Tell me – why are women such cunts?”

Really? WTF?

I am the only female in the building and I know that I haven’t said or done anything to this punk. Before I could say anything, however, my friend and the guy behind him really laid into this kid. I promise that he will never again make the mistake that he made that day. I would be lying though if I said that the incident didn’t piss me off.

Let’s face it – I am no stranger to foul language. I cuss like a sailor. I’ve even been known to say the c word a time or two. I DO have an issue with having a complete stranger insinuate that I am one. It absolutely kills me that guys go around calling women bitches and hoes and cunts. It fucking astounds me that this is tolerated in our society. It’s rude, it’s ignorant, and it’s going to get your ass whupped. Every time I hear that shit, I want to slap the taste out of someone’s mouth.

I would NEVER walk up to a random guy and call him a needle dick or a jagoff for no apparent reason. My mama raised me better than that. I DO have morals and manners. I can’t help but wonder why more people don’t……..

The more I think about it, the more upset I become. It would not be so bad if he had said bitch. Bitch I can handle. But cunt? That is one of the worst things that you can call a woman, in my opinion. Granted, the guy apologized and it  did my heart good that Tim and some random man would jump to my defense, but at the end of the day, it doesn’t take away from the fact that I am highly offended. As far as I’m concerned, the kid deserved the split lip and so does every other man who thinks it’s okay to treat random women like shit just to prove that you’re a Billy Badass when you’re really just a douche.

 

There is nothing more upsetting than watching a family or a friendship fall apart over something stupid, but I’ve been seeing it on a regular basis lately. I cannot fathom how a person can throw a 20+ year friendship away over differing political opinions, let alone disown a family member. This is so juvenile and petty! Choosing a political candidate over a loved one is pretty stupid. There is not a politcal candidate running that is worth it.

Yes, I know that things heat up quickly during these times, but come the fuck on! I hate Hillary with a fucking passion but you don’t see me slamming the door on my loved ones because they think she’s the queen of all that is good and right. I mean, I might not have a lot of respect for their opinion, but I’ll damn sure defend their right to have it. Isn’t that what makes America so great? We are allowed to have opinions and to express them. If you don’t agree, then why are you still here?

And all of this threatening to leave the country if Trump is elected….Go! You need me to buy you a one way ticket? The borders aren’t closed yet…go to Mexico. If your allegience to your country is that wavering, then do us all a favor and don’t call yourself an American. We really don’t need fair-weather citizens. I noticed that none of you sorry sons of bitches served a day in the military and your contributions to society haven’t been all that precious. Hope you got your bags packed because it looks as though Trump will own it like a boss……

Yes, the arguing gets funny at times and is quite entertaining. I love how we as a society start debating as though we are personally running for office, but it’s time for a reality check people. Learn to get your priorities in order.