Losing a friend

I asked my friend, what will we do when there are no more rallies? I guess we have years to figure it out.

I have never felt this way at the changing of the guard. But we’ve never had a president like Trump, either. Bold, decisive, and stubborn. I am not one of the people who think he’s just short of Jesus but I liked him very much. He is the epitome of what New Yorkers are like – it’s an easy-going friendliness; everyone’s your buddy. A lot of his humor (and why so many people didn’t understand him) is New York type humor. I ‘got it’ because I was born and raised in Queens.

President Trump’s farewell address was a good one. He mentioned all that he had been able to accomplish in four years of the most contentious presidency ever. It’s impressive. He’s impressive. Great smile and hide like a rhinoceros. He is the unique combination of a rich man and ‘everyman’; it’s very attractive in a ‘down home with the family’ kind of way.

As he and Melania walked toward Air Force One for the last time, a reporter shouted, “What do you regret about your presidency?” and our boy just kept on walkin’. He doesn’t have to tolerate that crap anymore. Hey! Reporter! ‘read between the lines’. Those of you of a certain age will understand the ‘lines’ thing.

Covid actually gave us one blessing. The Republican National Convention. It was stellar. And moving. And classy. And very American. Just our neighbors from around the country telling us about their America and the impact Donald Trump had on their lives. There’ll never be another convention like that one – it was a one time treasure to behold.

Now he’s back to being my down south neighbor. He’s home again. But you know what they say, you can never go home again. I’m feeling that way today. Home is where the heart is and for every American, the White House is home. But it will never be my house again; too much has and will change. I feel like that picture of the little kid, walking alone down a dirt road, my belongings tied up in a bandana tied to a stick.

There’s no solace in conservative news – they have started the same crap the liberals did to President Trump and that’s just stupid. It’s wasted effort. It doesn’t make anything better, it doesn’t change anything. It’s just the flip side of the last four years and I don’t know if I can go through it again. I have always been the person who, being warned about someone, decided I’d wait and see for myself. Who knows? Maybe something good will happen. In any event, we’re stuck with whatever this new term becomes.

But in my heart … I feel like I’ve lost a good friend.

 

What is it about women?

My dearest Alys sent me a clip from a favorite movie – I haven’t even seen the movie yet but I cried at the clip’s ending. She said it’s one of her favorites and always makes her cry. Ask just about any woman her favorite movies and dollars to a donut, it’s the ones that made her cry. Men think it’s because we’re tender-headed, lol, but we know it’s because we’re tender-hearted. Emotional things don’t scare us because – well – once the hormones set in at puberty, we pretty much have soft spongy hearts. Little things make us cry. Big things make us cry. The stuff in the middle makes us cry. Folks living in Florida will remember Publix (supermarket) ads for Thanksgiving – they would make me cry! You know I had to get the Snowman and Wife salt and pepper shakers. Mrs. Snowman arrived a little cracked but that just seems appropriate…

This song is true, too.

Every ‘hen party’ turns into a discussion about husbands/boyfriends. Not a bashing, really, more like comparing notes on the level of craziness he displays; it’s no surprise to any adult that men and women react differently to the same event and that’s the sort of conversations we have amongst ourselves. We laugh; we try to outdo each other ( “If you think THAT’S bad, this is what he did when …. ” ). Here’s a little hint, gents – look at their eyes when they’re sharing this stuff; unmistakable love shining through. We love your lunacy even when it drives us nuts. Because you’re ours, our one and only.

Random Observations

Feeling a little bit better about things – momentarily, I’m sure, sigh – but I loved this and want to share it. For those of you with a memory like mine, the song is Sweet Dreams by Annie Lennox. You can’t imagine how long it took me to remember the name! I think my hard drive needs a re-boot. Enjoy this…

Just to make peace with Nancy Pelosi, I will tell you this story. For Christmas, I sent my child who has a penis two big food packages of meat, cheese, and a selection of sweets and breads. Also, for my person-in-law, who is married to my child who has a vagina, I purchased a food processor. All the children were pleased.

Every once in a while, you strike gold. I did this morning. I have to share this with you because – well – just because I HAVE to! You need to walk around in my shoes to fully appreciate the things I do to inform you (I know, you never asked me to but hey – it’s my job) of all that is happening in the world. There’s this:

but there’s also this, Feral pigs flummox Puerto Rico, infiltrate communities | Honolulu Star-Advertiser. And finally, just so we don’t get tickled by these stories, here’s a real wake-up call Biggest Wild Hogs Ever Killed – The Outdoor Trip.

Audre’s articles are nearly perfect, so I rarely have anything to add but this reminded me that the phrase ‘Root hog, or die’ goes back in American history at least to the early 1800s. Pigs were commonly left to roam the first growth forests in the Old Northwest and Old Southwest. The result was Cincinnati’s early nickname ‘Porkopolis’. We may not be Pepperidge Farm but we remember in our folklore, like this [Neo]

In the final analysis, we all know he pissed off too many people – there was no coming back from that. But more than that, even if nothing happened on January 6th, the size of the crowd was frighteningly huge. It was the culmination of the campaign rally season and it scared the hell out of people on both sides of the divide. It’s one thing to think a person has power, it’s quite another thing entirely to see digits converted to human beings. Our job now is to figure out what comes next and how to deal with it. We’ve lost a battle – not the war.

Here’s a question – I don’t have an answer and maybe you’d like to make some suggestions (just remember, it’s physically impossible for me to do that! [wink]) … am I the only one that has noticed that suddenly there’s no talk at all about “voting irregularities” (just in case Big Brother is watching) since Jan. 6th? Hmmm …

http://www.psychologytoday.com/us/basics/dunning-kruger-effect

Governing a Free people

We often say, rightly, that our states are laboratories for governance. That means that states can try things and programs that if they work other states can copy. It also means that states can do things that don’t work and a sensible state will do different, smarter things. In the last year, we have seen much of that,

We have watch states like New York, California, Oregon, Illinois, and others as they legislated from fear, and for the pseudo glory of politicians, leading to entire cities being burned in riots that mayors and governors did absolutely nothing to stop if they didn’t actually support them. At the same time. these states almost all wasted vast amounts of borrowed money while crushing small and medium businesses causing what always happens in such cases. The productive members of society from executive to police officers vote with their feet for something better. And too often these people forget they are refugees, not missionaries. We have watched Colorado turn from one of the strongest states to an incipient blue sh^thole state in the last 20 years. One that I personally will not go to without serious reason, where it used to be one of my favorite places. We’ve also watched New York State claim the title as the hardest hit by Covid in the world, made far worse by its governor and government.

Next week we will witness our federal government make that same turn and no doubt it will hurt our nation’s people seriously, caused, like in our blue states at least partially by fraud, avarice, and personal ambition run amuck.

But there is another story in America, as well. You have heard me call Governor Kristi Noem of South Dakota the best governor in America several times and I mean it. There is some competition such as Governor DeSantis in Audre’s Florida, and a few others. But sadly, not very much.

I could talk about Governor Noem at length, she is one of America’s new breed of conservative women, who lead effectively and well and make our states something almost unheard of: well-governed, fiscally responsible governments. Most of them come from out here in the heartland. I think that is not coincidental, we are still, even in our cities, still close to the land and the lessons it teaches about what works, what doesn’t, and reality.

If we are lucky, these women will play a bigger and bigger role in American governance, and America will thrive because of them.

Recently Governor Noem gave her State of the State speech, so we will let her tell the story of the state that has done it right in the last year by following the old American saying, as put by Ronald Reagan, the best government is the one that governs least. Here’s the state of the state of South Dakota:

I think and hope we will hear much more of this farmer’s daughter in the years to come.

Yes; it is.

This has been here since shortly before Christmas, it didn’t get published – not because it not a really good article – but because we simply ran out of slots. Anyway, it’s just as valid today as it was then so enjoy. Neo.

As there are twelve days of Christmas, I’m going to push your patience a bit and have a little discussion of the old movie, “It’s a Wonderful Life”. I saw that! – you just rolled your eyes, didn’t you? Don’t deny it – I caught you dead to rights. Anyway …

A couple of weeks ago, I was enjoying the yearly series “A Carol A Day”, written by Margaret Ashworth, a staff writer for The Conservative Woman UK. Along with the ‘backstory’ of the carol writer, and often times the words of the carols, she selects the most delightful samples of YouTube videos that relate to the carols. I highly recommend you go to that site – you can go back to December 1st and catch up or just enjoy the carol of the day. One of the carols she posted caused some interesting comments (below the line, as they say) and some of those comments got me going. Not in a good way.

Some of the TCW commenters hate It’s a Wonderful Life and proceed to share their mean-spirited appraisal of the movie. While some make valid – though obvious – points about the unrealistic portrayal of the characters and insist that if it were honest, the way the movie should go is ‘insert your objections here’. I just sort of bristled a minute or two and then moved on – as you do (a delightful English expression I may have to adopt).

Then, my very dear English friend, my Alys, sent me the link to an article in The Critic https://thecritic.co.uk/its-a-wonderful-life-the-perfect-christmas-film/

It’s meant to be supportive but it doesn’t quite reach its goal. To me, anyway. There’s just something missing from the article. It may warmth; it may be heart. I suspect what’s missing is heart.

First of all – in case you haven’t figured it out yet – IAWL is a work of fiction. Fiction means it is not true. But because something is not true, we are not prevented from taking a lesson from it. There is a great message in this film and especially important – I would think – in this time of me-ism. It is, after all, all about me, isn’t it? Hmmm – one wonders. In any event, we learn what we do has an effect in the world – like the thrown stone causes concentric ripples on the water. Truly no man is an island unto himself. Cast your bread upon the water and it will come back a hundred fold*

The big part of the movie that the Critic’s writer misses is the biggest part of what makes the movie. In his article, the writer says that the angel, Clarence, gives George Bailey the ability to see what life would be like without him; that’s wrong. The scene that matters is the one that shows the night sky with twinkling stars and the audience hears a discussion between God and St. Peter. God hears the prayers of the family and friends of George Bailey and sets about making things right. God and St. Peter choose Clarence, a not very effectual angel who needs help to get his wings, to accompany George on the journey he’s about to take. Clarence is there as a sort of haphazard “Behold, I bring you great tidings”. It is Clarence’s job to help George see what is most important in his life. Unless people understand that it is God ordained for this to happen to George, it’s very easy to pick apart the rest of the film’s premise.

I know you’ll be grateful that I’m not going to go through the whole movie – I’ve already spoken about what’s most important. But I do want you to consider your own life. Simple things we’ve done for others, without their knowing or without them having to ask. These are the things that make our lives wonderful. We didn’t think long and hard about them, we just did them, sort of spur of the moment or an opportunity presented itself. Or perhaps – just maybe – you answered a prayer. I call them ‘Holy Spirit moments’; seemingly coincidental moments when you did something good for someone without even thinking about it. Answered prayer.

My prayer is that your life is sprinkled with these lovely acts and that you acknowledge that you’ve done good in the world. Not to take pride in them but to be grateful that at that moment, you did a good and wonderful thing. For someone else.

*Ecclesiastes 11:1

Sunday Funnies, A Fresh Hell

And so.

And of course, Tanya Roberts, RIP, uh maybe

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