I promise not to be Marie Barone *

My son is getting married in October. I’ve waited a long time for this. Happy, I am. The girl,…er… woman, he’s marrying is really good for him. They’ve been together since he was 18. He’s 26 now. When I found out he actually decided marriage was for him and dangled the slightest possibility that I would get another grandchild again (far off in the distant future somewhere just at the edge of this galaxy) I was ecstatic. But, the best part of this whole adventure is that I’ve had 8 years to get to know his fiance as a person.

Truly, I think she’s kind of heroic. She is atypical a person can be from a generation faced with really bad choices. Moreover, she has met most of the challenges well. No drugs, no crime, little to no conformity. She’s kind, often quiet, composed, loyal, beautiful and spiritual. While she doesn’t get my son to church; she was raised in it and has very strong foundations.  Because of the struggles I had as a young mother I really didn’t have the luxury of time to consider and reflect if any of the bad decisions I made would hurt him. Now, I know there were many times he could’ve strayed into a lifestyle of destructive tendencies because I screwed up. While imperfect, he didn’t. And, some of the credit goes to this girl he’s going to marry. Personally, I also think he was smart enough to see what wrong roads I took and went running into the opposite direction, but that’s another story.

I’m writing this so I can tell her how I see her. I am writing this to say how good I think it is that she came into my son’s and my life. I don’t want her to ever see me as the stereotypical mother-in-law from hell. We’ve had our small differences yet I’ve witnessed nothing that would convince me that she is not a really good woman.

I had two mother-in-laws. One was very sweet and nice to me and the other was Marie Barone * personified. If ever I knew of one thing I never wanted to be… it was Marie. So, to my future daughter-in-law; Congratulations. I welcome you into my family. I am in your corner, and I am so glad it is you who is marrying my son. I promise to not be Marie Barone. And, if I ever lean in that direction please remind me of this.

* Everybody Loves Raymond –CBS sitcom


What is it going to take…really?

What is it going to take to wake the blind of mind and loyalists obedience to the destruction of self? I mean, really. Ask yourself. Thousands of police officers and compassionate citizens lined the streets and amassed at the funeral of a dead police officer whose death would have been avoided were it not for the blind of mind and obedience of the loyalists. This was a man trying to live according to his convictions, was a step away from being ordained and had no gripe with the murderer. His death (and his partner’s) was, and is, a waste from an ideology that encourages, promotes, incites and furthers hatred for no other reason than to implement the  laws of a few radical narcissists. That’s the truth. Nothing is, nor will be gained, from this to further anything good for society. Nothing! I mean nothing!

There is insidiousness in that too. The very “ideals” being fomented, if successful, are going to fly back in the face of the minions being used to do it. They’re going to have to live with the limits of these rules that killed people to implement. In and of itself, it’s a sad irony. The day may come when the weapon they fanatically sought to deny to others will be beyond their reach. Possibly some of them will die as a result of that ignorance. Or, better yet, the police officer they desperately need one day won’t be there to answer their call for help. Additionally, the racism they sought to support will deny them the friendship or knowledge of another who they might have had so much in common with just by virtue of the other being a different color. How is any of this just? How? The answer is, it isn’t. I don’t apologize for my feelings about all of this to my black, Hispanic or other ethnic family or friends because I believe I speak and feel from an honest and open realistic standpoint. That is my goal. If they choose to think I am in any way a part of the incessant rabble-rousing racist propaganda then that is their own tunnel-vision distortion they will have to work out within themselves. I make no apologies.

It is what it is and this current state of dividing people will ultimately fail. It failed with Attilla, Hitler, Lenin, and it will with the current spate of non-leaders. It has too. The attempt to purge the world of God, good, Israel, ethnic groups etc has always failed. The evidence is out there. It is the good of society everywhere that will prevail. Knowing and believing that, I still have to ask: “At what cost?”.

To answer that maybe we should ask the Jews (Holocaust), the Rwandans (genocide survivors), the survivors of the killing fields of Southeast Asia, the Christians in Iraq (genocide occurring now), the murdered kidnapped victims of drug cartels south of the border, all the dead young black men murdered by other black men (gang members) in major cities across America or maybe we could even look to Edward Snowden who knows a little about it how it begins? (the loss of our freedoms) There are many, many examples. I fear we are fast becoming another one.

Let’s, at least, hope time will tell. Given time, maybe we can change directions. I surely hope.

Beware The Monsters Around US

Are you afraid? Do you feel comfortable walking a distance from your own home given the violent nature of the world today? Sometimes, I am. It takes but 1 minute to see the monsters around us. We can see them on the news; they can be the deliverers of the news and often are. MSNBC is a prime example. How they ever amassed such a hypocritical cruel bunch of breathing cold heartless beings is beyond my understanding.

Many more monsters are teaching your children at the highest levels of education. The irony of that is that many of you are paying for it.

On the streets of America are monsters of all variety, all colors and all ideologies born out of a sociopathic upbringing which taught them to truly only care about themselves. It’s foolish to even attempt to characterize them as anything more than that. The scariest part is they have found each other and are chanting, carrying flags and rioting in the name of a kind of justice that is untenable and honestly unattainable. People are losing businesses. People are getting killed. People are celebrating the destruction and the demise of others as well as celebrating it. Below are just a tiny fraction of them:










All these monsters have found a few leaders to follow. Their devotion, over time, will eventually fail them as they realize these leaders have abandoned them. They will have too. Police officers are being MURDERED in the name of said devotion. A bus will eventually drive up and all those devoted minions will have to necessarily be thrown under it. As sure as I am sitting here, that will happen. Then we will see the next phase. Let’s hope we survive it. Let’s hope it is no worse than what we are witnessing now.

I am afraid. I am angrily afraid. And, I am shamefully afraid that this is what those supposed to guide us have chosen to do.

Beware, the monsters around us.

‘Twas the night before Jesus came~ (A repost of another author)

‘Twas the night before Jesus came~

‘Twas the night before Jesus came and all through the house
Not a creature was praying, not one in the house.
Their bibles were lain on the shelf without care
In hopes that Jesus would not come there.

The children were dressing to crawl into bed.
Not once ever kneeling or bowing a head.
And Mom in her rocker with baby on her lap
Was watching the Late Show while I took a nap.

When out of the East there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash!

When what to my wandering * eyes should appear
But angels proclaiming that Jesus was here
With a light like the sun sending forth a bright ray
I knew in a moment this must be THE DAY!

The light of His face made me cover my head
It was Jesus! returning just like he had said.
And though I possessed worldly * wisdom and wealth,
i cried when I saw Him in spite of myself.

In the Book of Life which He held in His hand.
Was written the name of every saved man.
He spoke not a word as He searched for my name;
When He said “It’s not here” my head hung in shame.

The people whose names had been written with love
He gathered to take to His Father above.
With those who were ready He rose without a sound.
While all the rest were left standing around.

I fell to my knees, but it was too late;
I had waited too long and thus sealed my fate.
I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight;
Oh, if only I had been ready tonight.

In the words of this poem the meaning is clear;
The coming of Jesus is drawing near.
There’s only one life and when comes the last call
We’ll find that the Bible was true after all!

Author Lou Pinter

If you see an * it is because I corrected the spelling on the word before it. This is pretty awesome. I DID NOT write it. It was on Facebook and the credit goes to the author, Lou Pinter.

I Still Believe in America’s Preeminence

They will feign shock when they get older and tell their grandchildren that they just don’t know how it happened. Outsiders will be shocked when they ask what happened. Many of the snickering fools will be long gone or wallowing somewhere in the misery of “poor for one and all’ state they helped create. If anyone is allowed the have the red, white and blue I figure it will be a long-loved remnant of a past and a history once so loved it had to be hidden.

Some elites will make it through with their many billions locked behind the magical gates of “only for me and not for thee” mansions gained by corruption and greed. Their faces will be mapped with lines of hate that long ago left their mark and the influence peddling they thrived on will only be in a small collective circle of despotic comfort. However, even at the gates of death their faces will never reflect shame or guilt. Yet, someday, at their very end, a prayer or two, or many, will be answered and the fear of hell will mark them with a worry that will encourage many sleepless nights because they chose to live as if there were no God, yet they will seek the comfort in knowing there is a God as they approach the resolution of their besmirched lives. Fortunately, Christianity will survive and it is by its grace and teachings that one or two, or many, of these horrible humans will have that comfort regardless how much the logical mind of a realist Christian wants to deny them. The heart will not allow it….always. Therein lies salvation from a God that is truly good.

Still, history will not treat them kindly. When good finally triumphs over evil the questions will be so abundant it will take a very long time to answer them if they ever can be answered.

The ones who seek to describe will look to lay blame on everyone but themselves. In reality, everyone played a part. Many said or did nothing. Others took the truth and twisted it. An enormous amount ignored the facts and actions straight away most often to accomplish a task or ideal built on greed. Those who had lost their souls in the early days of their lives, if indeed they ever had one at all, will be the most egregious skewers of history.

The only comfort in history will be the Al Sharptons of this world castigated as a diabolic insurgent who proselytized hate. Or, there will be the Al Gores remembered more for the “inconvenient lies”  told to get rich than  “inconvenient truths”. The upside down hustle perpetuating violent protests which end in the sacrificing of lives of police officers based on a policy of dividing society will be one of the most disgusting, least-respected and unforgivable moments in history. Of that you can be certain.

History will also show us a period in time in our once great country when small-minded men were allowed to wage a war of regulatory attrition to force the people they are supposed to lead and serve into submissiveness. And, all the later storytellers will not be able to explain it because they will be from that time where truth was discouraged thus never taught. Yet, the best of them will try. I pray they succeed.

I’ve been privileged to know so many people from the greatest generation and shortly there after. Many from the latter were taken too soon. The only comfort I get from that is that I believe God knew it was better for them to not be here to witness the fall of everything they fought for. Maybe their hearts would be the most egregiously harmed because I know it wasn’t about saving their souls. Their souls were intact. It’s comforting in a way because my heart hurts for them every time I think of something they tried to do for good. I’m glad they can’t witness the erosion of freedom happening now.

As a little girl, my proudest moment of the day was hoisting the flag up the pole at my elementary school. Taking it down was even better as we folded it with such reverence knowing, even young, that when we got up the next morning it would still be there. I’m not even sure how I learned that at 8 but I’m glad I did.

Additionally, in my memory is every history lesson I ever learned about the beginning of America. I either had the best teachers or I just knew to love my country. I still do most passionately.

Time is running out though I battle everyday to unburden my grandchildren with the falsities they sometimes learn at school through the tunnel vision that is Common Core. I am honest. I want to leave them with the foundation of truth and fact. I want to instill in them pride for America, if not the world.That way, when I am gone I have left them hope.

Someday, America will once again be remembered, if not praised, for all the good she has done. In fact, many elsewhere in the world are already asking: “What happened?”

I still believe in our preeminence. I wish the rest of America did too.

The Old Man in …

Merry Christmas. When all else fails there is God.

Speaking to Common Sense

The Old Man in My Dreams

(I dreamed this one night, but it took me months to write it down. I know what it means to me. Do you?)

In my dreams one night, I met an old man who came to me much like Jacob Marley came to Ebenezer Scrooge.* His appearance was sad though, not scary. He told me I was to remember him. Years would pass he said, before I would need to remember what he said to me. So, I went about my life. I grew and studied, played and learned, watched and created and lived. Mostly happy, I lived. Marriage came and went. I was blessed with children; then grandchildren. Still, once in a while I’d think of the old man from my dreams.
As my carefree younger days evolved into a settled middle age I began to think of him often. Why, I wondered?…

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With All Due Respect to the Office of…..

I am respectful of every office there is in America. I am as respectful as I can be for their holders if they earn it. That being said I had to say the following with regards to the People Magazine article (link) below:


Life is short. Battles should be chosen based on their merits and veracity. The above article encompasses neither. Everyone has had a moment (or two…) in their lives where they were treated in a way that wasn’t necessarily expected. That doesn’t mean that there is an intent of disrespect, bigotry, racism or hate every single time unless you take what is said in the article as the “gospel of truth”. It isn’t and shouldn’t be accepted that way.

For crying out loud, my younger brother is 6′ 3″ and many, many times I have seen him reach for something at the request of a shorter human being because they couldn’t reach it. He did it out of courtesy and thought ( no thinks), nothing about it to this day. I am 5′ 7″. Many a time I have helped a person who was shorter than me. It’s what we do us genetically gifted tall people.

Now, as for being thought of as a valet, I don’t think my brother experienced that but he has been mistaken for a lot worse. I have been mistaken for a store worker for having a shirt on that matched too similarly to the color of a store’s uniform. I have done that a couple of times to others. Big freaking deal.

In addition, I have been mistaken for being stupid because I am from West Virginia and we all know what jokes say about West Virginia. Yes you do, and no they’re not true. When I first moved here my 6th grade art teacher, Mr. Hubbard, kept making me repeat my name over and over in front of the whole class because he didn’t like how I pronounced Laura. It’s my damn name. If I want to pronounce it like “car” I will and I do. It wasn’t until the 6th time  he corrected me that I got offended and sat down.

And, we women get it all the time. There are few of us who haven’t been told they couldn’t do something because we weren’t strong enough. And, most would be lying if they denied that. Look at the push for Sharia Law which primarily affects women. I’ve seen a couple of legislators comment positively on that and they’re women and black. They too would be lying if they denied that. (The internet is forever.)

Now, I’m going to be called a racist? Eh…yeah probably. No one ever calls a conservative female blogger anything like a rational person, a realist or forthright except another conservative.

My point? Get over it. Pick your battles because picking every single little battle to assault your audience only makes you look pathetic, weak and whiney. Suck it up. Next time you’re asked to perform a simple courtesy as an action of common good or decency, just do it. No one is being demeaning.

And, there a far worse things to be mistaken for such as a “tyrant” or a “dictator” or a “liar”. Those are battles worth fighting if you do it well. Finally, if you find yourself being called any of the latter many it’s time to look inward. Don’t you think?

Thousands of Words You Need to Carry

Nothing scares as much as Tyranny under the guise of injustice. Everyone who loves America should carry a complete copy of their rights and, for that matter, the entire Constitution.

There is no greater tyranny than that which is perpetuated under the shield of law and in the name of justice.- Charles de Montesquieu

“….shall not be infringed.”


“Silence in the face of evil is itself evil: God will not hold us guiltless. Not to speak is to speak. Not to act is to act.”-Dietrich Bonhoeffer.

“No attempt at besting any of these words is worthy of any effort.” – Me

US Treasury ordering survival kits for Bank Examiners? Anyone Expecting a Crisis Here?

A man made crisis? That’s what I think to prevent the 2016 election.

Random Candidate

“These survival kits are to be for every employee at the Office of the Comptroller of the Currency (OCC), which conducts on-site reviews of banks throughout the country. The survival kit includes everything from water purification tablets to solar blankets and the price should not exceed $200,000 per kit?”

I could put those kits together for two hundred dollars and still make a profit.

“It sound more like they are planning for a MadMax event.”

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