Shut the Borders, End the War, Bring Our Soldiers Home

Occasionally, I get on my soap box and tell everyone (who reads my blogs) what I think. It isn’t a big deal to anyone else, and actually, there’s a probably nobody with any real power reading these anyways, but you never know…

On those occasions when I really tire of hearing about how many soldiers gave their lives to save people who hate Americans, I just really want to tell someone who will listen and do something about it. Shut down the borders, end the war and bring our soldiers home. It doesn’t seem to matter how important the cause is, when the country doesn’t want our interference, they seem to say so loudly – at least through the mass media. The people don’t really want American soldiers rescuing them from themselves and their own stupid bad habits, they just want someone to kick around and beat up on while they continue living in third world existences.

I’m sorry for those who haven’t stood up for themselves and made the effort to become or remain a free country, but why are we fighting it for them, if they don’t want freedom?

Instead, our boys are “over there” fighting for what THEY don’t want, and meanwhile they’ve sent their pigeon here to rule over us, trash our nation and beat us into submission as a socialist country. Isn’t it time our boys came home to protect their own people from the terrorism that threatens? So, we close the borders and don’t let any more illegal immigrants cross them, until we can ship back those that are already here. Maybe we close the borders down long enough to send them all back? Is that a bad thing?

I’ve grown up with illegal immigrants surrounding me, knowing that their own people (those who came here legally) would rather send them home. The people who have earned the right to be here do NOT want illegal immigrants staying here in the states. They’d rather they be sent back. The legal immigrants came here following the laws, respecting the language and learning the culture, because they wanted the advantages of living in the United States. There ARE Advantages to being a citizen of the United States. There are many advantages.

So, why must we tolerate those who would take those advantages away from us?

Why can we not say, “If you want what we offer, come here legally, otherwise GO HOME.”

Again today, I felt the sting of an illegal immigrant ignoring the laws here, living without the rules and blessings and ignoring the importance of FREEDOM. More than just FREEDOM but the willingness to stand up and be counted in the fight to maintain our freedom, I realized there’s a stench out there, of people who don’t understand the importance of the American Flag and what it stands for. Those people have missed the concept of building a homeland where our children can grow up free and become whatever they choose to become.

Yes, I believe it’s time to bring our soldiers home and fight for what is truly important – FREEDOM and LIBERTY.


Golden Hour Crazies – Been There

I remember being in my early 20’s and feeling overwhelmed that life didn’t go the way I wanted it to go. Heck, I’m THERE now. Nothing happens the way I plan it to happen.

The worst part is, I picture it in my mind, walk to the mirror and there’s a different person staring back at me. But, then I accomplish something great and it’s different than I imagined too.

For instance, yesterday… I had a fast and prayer thing going for my friend who has cancer. Wonderful man, worthy of divine healing and an incredible representative of Christ in the community. I pictured myself drinking juice, tea and water throughout the day, having a piece of fruit and going to bed.

My daughter went out last night. Through explainable events that had something to do with keys locked in a vehicle she arrived home later than expected and I spent the evening carrying a baby around, bouncing him, and ravenous. I ate crackers, chips, fruit and ice cream before the night was out. No way to start the fast.

In the tedium of life, life gets crazy in the golden hours.

I have two daughters.

The oldest claims OCD and thrives on it. Drives me bonkers, but she thrives. Unless she’s late. In a split second, she can go from thriving and loving life to a fierce raving maniac searching for keys, bag, shoes and the exit. Two minutes later the maniac is gone, she calls to let us know she found her phone (in her bag), and all is well. She’s sorry she left in a huff.

The youngest lives in the moment. A neat nick with organizational skills I never mustered, she’s organized my life around an erratic schedule. Her own organizational skills keep her moving smoothly through life in an organized fashion, rolling with the punches and coming out with an attitude of “I done it.” Unless of course you cross her or get in the way of her organizing mind. Quiet fury. Maybe an apology, but she rarely says things she doesn’t mean, and usually not in a huff. What she says has usually been thought out.

Then I have two boys.

To say they are polar opposites of their sisters would indicate they have no tempers. Well, that would be a lie.

The oldest struggles to maintain some level of sanity, now that he’s beyond the anger management of those young teen years. He’s gotten better at it, sort of. He still manages to respond in those cold, bone chilling tones, “Yes, Mom.” when asked to do something he’d rather not do. But his self managed time schedule ranges from off the clock to mixed up, so he usually manages to adjust around our schedules when necessary. Just don’t wake him up too early in the day. He prefers to sleep late and stay up later.

The youngest has a schedule and he sticks to it. No matter who is here, what is happening, or how weird his life gets, when it’s time for bed, it’s lights out and he’s sleeping. And about that temper thing – he rarely explodes, usually just takes a walk. His view of life is skewed by the past, but he’s grabbing the concept and I’m certain he’ll adjust before he grows up and be a normal radical dude too.

About those Golden Hour Crazies… Everyone gets them, and everyone has their moment. Some more valid than others. I’ve certainly had my share of Golden Hour Crazies.

So, tell us about yours. Leave a message and share how you deal with the Golden Hour Crazies at your house.