I originally read this a few months back via NetGalley.
Though I lean Right, I'm more of a Gregg Gutfeld (really miss him on Red Eye) person. I'd never read Peggy Noonan (sorry Ms. Noonan!)
However, I truly loved The Time Of Our Lives.
Her book is really not so much about politics as it is about character (something we lack today).
She tells a wonderful story about Joan Rivers (I did not realize Joan was Conservative!).
There, of course, are insights about Ronald Reagan.
The Time Of Our Lives makes you feel like you're sitting at the table at Sunday Dinner - warm, loved; that even if all is not right with the world, we can learn from what has worked, and try to imitate it.
On a personal note, Ms. Noonan is really a woman to look up to; she worked her butt off and came from a working class family, yet she doesn't wear her feminism around a bullhorn around her neck.
The odd thing is...though I am a fan of Greg on tv, I actually liked Peggy's book much better than I liked Greg's new book!
Just being honest here (sorry Greg)
The Time of Our Lives is a great wonderful read to curl up with at the end of a frustrating day; kinda like a glass of wine; it's soothing and inspiring.
Loved it.
Tuesday, November 3, 2015
Monday, July 13, 2015
When My High-school Best Friend Slept With A Teacher - A Lesson in Mob Mentality
My best friend and I were walking home from high school – it was either Freshman or Sophomore year, I can’t remember as I’m bad with dates, times.
But where I am bad with actual dates, I can clearly remember emotions. I remember the exact place where I was when she told me she was having an affair with the cutest teacher in school. In our very small Catholic school.
We were walking along the baseball field. It was spring. An unseasonably warm day. I had thought I knew my best friend – really knew her.
And yet, when she said, “I have something to tell you. You can’t tell anyone.” I had no clue, NONE, as to what she was going to confide in me.
“Mr. W and I are having an affair.”
I was horrified.
I remember staring at the ground. Then looking at the blooming flowers. I remember the smell of lilacs.
I remember a feeling of nausea and wanting desperately to rewind time.
And you have to know that I was probably one of the craziest, zaniest, “do what feels good” type of teenagers. I usually went against the grain. I got an F in religion for “asking too many questions.” I admired Madonna (Like a Virgin) not Madonna (like a pregnant Virgin).
And so that is probably why she thought her secret was safe with me. And it was – until her mother found the LETTERS he wrote to her.
I think I was probably one of the first to be sexually active – and not because I was really interested in it, but because I wanted to be the first of my friends. I wanted to be as cool as the Madonna (the singer). I wanted to experience what the articles in the magazine Cosmopolitan assured me was my RIGHT, my privilege, my ‘power.’
Sex with teachers (in a very small town) was not something that really even entered my mind. This was pre- internet. Pre “Teacher Sleeps With Students" as everyday headlines.
And yet, I was deeply horrified.
Mr. W was a married man with kids.
Mr. W was a friend to my best-friends parents. He and his wife attended BBQ’s and parties with my BFF’s family.
I just knew, with unflinching sureness, it was horribly wrong. It had nothing to do with religion. It had everything to do with betrayal. A wife. Children. Friends.
And then, there were students. Mr. W’s betrayal of students, of the parents of students who trusted him.
She assured me they hadn’t “gone all the way” – that it was stolen moments of oral sex in our classrooms.
My BFF felt special – out of all the very pretty girls in our school – she was the one he chose.
I didn’t feel so sure about this – I felt that she was the one he chose to dupe. I didn’t envy her at all. She really believed he loved her.
But how could one believe a man would love you if he was cheating on his wife, on his children, on the school (a Catholic school!).
She came from a great family. A big family. A loving family. A mother that joked about sex and was more of a friend than a parent. I loved her family.
I could barely look at Mr. W the next day at school, or the days that followed. I had no one to turn to – no one to confide in. I remember warning my BFF that is just didn’t seem right. But a grown-up, a handsome, very popular grown up ‘loved’ her – she couldn’t see, she wouldn’t see, why this might be harmful to her confidence, to her spirit.
And then, when she was out of town visiting relatives, her mother and father arrived at my house.
Her mother asked me to please come out to the car.
It was a station wagon. I slid into the backseat, sitting on the edge. In the rear view mirror I could see the face of my BFF’s father. He had tears in his eyes. I’d never seen a grown man cry.
I thought my BFF had died. Why else would her mother and father be at my house?
They quickly assured me she was okay.
Then her mother started crying. She asked me to please be honest with her. She said she knew I was a good friend and very loyal, but for the safety of my BFF- she begged me to be honest.
“Is she having an affair with a teacher?”
I remember not answering. What do I do? What do I say?
I was angry I’d been placed in this situation. Watching parents CRYING because a teacher had betrayed them. Stolen the innocence of their oldest child.
Do the right thing. It’s what I’ve always been told. But loyalty to me was top of that ‘right’ list. Because if you don’t have loyalty, if you don’t have trust, what do you have?
And then, they made it very, very easy for me.
“I found letters. Behind her bathroom mirror. I was cleaning her room. I wanted to surprise her. I wasn’t even looking for anything. I found letters. I just need to know if it’s true.”
She couldn’t believe it. Was it some kind of joke? Was it real? How could this be true?
All at once I was relieved.
My decision was easy. I couldn’t lie to her parents in the face of evidence (and what kind of STUPID teacher writes his student love letters!!!)
“Yes. It’s true.”
There was much crying. Her father started openly crying. Her mother was sobbing. I was crying.
I dreaded what would happen when I’d have to face my BFF again. I couldn’t text her to warn her. I couldn’t even call her as she was out of town and I didn’t have the number.
Of course, she was angry and hurt when she found out I had confirmed to her parents.
Mr. W was forced to resign. He (and his family) moved out of town.
Did I mention that he was a popular, well loved teacher?
I learned about ‘mob’ mentality early in life. I learned about illogical ideas, illogical people. I learned early about hypocrisy.
For the cold shoulder I got from my friend was understandable, but the anger I received from the upper classmen because their beloved teacher was forced to resign, to move, was shocking.
The football coach (and PE teacher) called me into his office.
“Why did you do that?”
I was flustered. Why did I do that?
I was at fault?
Not the grown ass teacher sleeping with an impressionable student?
“Do you think she is the first one? Do you think this doesn’t go on? Do you think I haven’t had affairs?” And then he proceeded to name some girls who had graduated the year before. Pretty, popular, girls.
I had liked him (the football coach PE teacher) prior to this beatdown I was getting. Again, I never ever suspected, nor had I even heard any rumors about girls having sex with teachers. He told me if I breathed a word, he’d make my life miserable at school.
There was no “Google” back then. No place to go to find out if this was happening to other people (teachers having sex with students, teachers threating students for ‘whistle-blowing’). Of course, I did tell my close friends what the gym teacher had said, but we were all intimidated and afraid to say anything. It was a small school. You couldn’t exactly get lost in the crowd.
I learned sometimes it was easier not to raise hell when it came to the truth if it meant the difference between living comfortably or living in fear of retaliation.
I learned that even if you have a family that seems to have it all – loving parents, great brothers and sisters, great friends, it won’t protect you.
I learned that sex is confused with love and both can destroy.
After graduation, my BFF ran into Mr. W. He was in town with the team he was now coaching.
Despite all of the heartache and pain that Mr. W had inflicted on so many people, my BFF still held a romantic idea of him. She always regretted they didn’t “go all the way.”
Well, that night, many years later, my now married BFF and Mr. W (who was still married to the woman he had cheated on) – left the bar, rendezvoused on a dirt road, and consummated what they hadn’t when she was a young teenager.
When she told me, she was a bit ashamed – more so that her husband would find out – but more than anything, I think she was proud. “He still wanted me.”
To the outside world, she is the perfect mother, wife, and friend.
I bring up this story now because I was thinking of how illogical people can be. How popular opinion can turn what is true and right (teachers shouldn’t take advantage of young kids) – a true friend wouldn’t sleep with your teenage child – into hate against the person who committed no wrong other than telling the truth.
People often criticize me for standing up when I see other people being manipulated. They think I’m crazy for going against the grain.
It took me a-long time (and many mistakes) to realize that character is everything. Thinking individually is everything.
I see the way sex is portrayed as a ‘right’ – not something to be honored between loving, people in a committed union.
And the conflict! Women are taught that using sex is powerful. That sleeping around it powerful. That being free with sex is liberating.
And then they accuse men of raping them when he doesn’t call back.
They complain that men treat them as objects – meanwhile they dress like Beyonce and leave nothing to the imagination.
In my lifetime, sex has never, ever been ‘oppressive,’ though certainly, it has increasingly seeped into YA literature, movies, tv, songs – really, there is no escape from the taunting of lizard brain desires and, just like when you’re not hungry but you see a commercial for a fabulous pizza or smell steak on a BBQ, you want it.
In a society where ‘everyone’ is openly having sex, bragging about sex; it seems to me if you want to be truly remarkable and individual, you will save your sex for the person who truly respects you. You won’t allow society to tell you there must be something wrong with you for not wanting to put out.
There are many things that happened in my past that shaped me into being outspoken and unconventional – but there is no doubt that the experience of Mr. W and my best friend; the fallout that occurred after, is one defining episode of my life.
My ‘teachers’ and my peers may have intimidated me into being ‘quiet’ when I was a teenager, but I am no longer that impressionable, and certainly no longer enraptured with what society and culture tell me I’m missing out on.
Know that as a parent, you can do all the right things, and still, if a pervert wants to take advantage of your child, he will. From experience I can tell you it is a MYTH that girls seek the attention of men if/when their fathers’ are not ‘involved.’
Girls seek the attention of men because A)It is part of nature. B)Because everything in society tell you to be of importance, you must be half of a whole.
Watch what your kids read. It is hard for me to find any Young Adult books that don’t contain sex, drugs, and violence not as a warning, but as desirable.
Don’t count on the church to give your children morals and values. Or anyone else for that matter. You need to instill that in them, and more importantly, you need to show them by YOUR action (something I learned a bit too late!).
Well, that’s all I have to say. Maybe not quite. I hope Mr. W and my old gym teacher have a constant case of genital warts. And I hope the wives’ they cheated on wised up, divorced them, and got a big fat alimony check.
But where I am bad with actual dates, I can clearly remember emotions. I remember the exact place where I was when she told me she was having an affair with the cutest teacher in school. In our very small Catholic school.
We were walking along the baseball field. It was spring. An unseasonably warm day. I had thought I knew my best friend – really knew her.
And yet, when she said, “I have something to tell you. You can’t tell anyone.” I had no clue, NONE, as to what she was going to confide in me.
“Mr. W and I are having an affair.”
I was horrified.
I remember staring at the ground. Then looking at the blooming flowers. I remember the smell of lilacs.
I remember a feeling of nausea and wanting desperately to rewind time.
And you have to know that I was probably one of the craziest, zaniest, “do what feels good” type of teenagers. I usually went against the grain. I got an F in religion for “asking too many questions.” I admired Madonna (Like a Virgin) not Madonna (like a pregnant Virgin).
And so that is probably why she thought her secret was safe with me. And it was – until her mother found the LETTERS he wrote to her.
I think I was probably one of the first to be sexually active – and not because I was really interested in it, but because I wanted to be the first of my friends. I wanted to be as cool as the Madonna (the singer). I wanted to experience what the articles in the magazine Cosmopolitan assured me was my RIGHT, my privilege, my ‘power.’
Sex with teachers (in a very small town) was not something that really even entered my mind. This was pre- internet. Pre “Teacher Sleeps With Students" as everyday headlines.
And yet, I was deeply horrified.
Mr. W was a married man with kids.
Mr. W was a friend to my best-friends parents. He and his wife attended BBQ’s and parties with my BFF’s family.
I just knew, with unflinching sureness, it was horribly wrong. It had nothing to do with religion. It had everything to do with betrayal. A wife. Children. Friends.
And then, there were students. Mr. W’s betrayal of students, of the parents of students who trusted him.
She assured me they hadn’t “gone all the way” – that it was stolen moments of oral sex in our classrooms.
My BFF felt special – out of all the very pretty girls in our school – she was the one he chose.
I didn’t feel so sure about this – I felt that she was the one he chose to dupe. I didn’t envy her at all. She really believed he loved her.
But how could one believe a man would love you if he was cheating on his wife, on his children, on the school (a Catholic school!).
She came from a great family. A big family. A loving family. A mother that joked about sex and was more of a friend than a parent. I loved her family.
I could barely look at Mr. W the next day at school, or the days that followed. I had no one to turn to – no one to confide in. I remember warning my BFF that is just didn’t seem right. But a grown-up, a handsome, very popular grown up ‘loved’ her – she couldn’t see, she wouldn’t see, why this might be harmful to her confidence, to her spirit.
And then, when she was out of town visiting relatives, her mother and father arrived at my house.
Her mother asked me to please come out to the car.
It was a station wagon. I slid into the backseat, sitting on the edge. In the rear view mirror I could see the face of my BFF’s father. He had tears in his eyes. I’d never seen a grown man cry.
I thought my BFF had died. Why else would her mother and father be at my house?
They quickly assured me she was okay.
Then her mother started crying. She asked me to please be honest with her. She said she knew I was a good friend and very loyal, but for the safety of my BFF- she begged me to be honest.
“Is she having an affair with a teacher?”
I remember not answering. What do I do? What do I say?
I was angry I’d been placed in this situation. Watching parents CRYING because a teacher had betrayed them. Stolen the innocence of their oldest child.
Do the right thing. It’s what I’ve always been told. But loyalty to me was top of that ‘right’ list. Because if you don’t have loyalty, if you don’t have trust, what do you have?
And then, they made it very, very easy for me.
“I found letters. Behind her bathroom mirror. I was cleaning her room. I wanted to surprise her. I wasn’t even looking for anything. I found letters. I just need to know if it’s true.”
She couldn’t believe it. Was it some kind of joke? Was it real? How could this be true?
All at once I was relieved.
My decision was easy. I couldn’t lie to her parents in the face of evidence (and what kind of STUPID teacher writes his student love letters!!!)
“Yes. It’s true.”
There was much crying. Her father started openly crying. Her mother was sobbing. I was crying.
I dreaded what would happen when I’d have to face my BFF again. I couldn’t text her to warn her. I couldn’t even call her as she was out of town and I didn’t have the number.
Of course, she was angry and hurt when she found out I had confirmed to her parents.
Mr. W was forced to resign. He (and his family) moved out of town.
Did I mention that he was a popular, well loved teacher?
I learned about ‘mob’ mentality early in life. I learned about illogical ideas, illogical people. I learned early about hypocrisy.
For the cold shoulder I got from my friend was understandable, but the anger I received from the upper classmen because their beloved teacher was forced to resign, to move, was shocking.
The football coach (and PE teacher) called me into his office.
“Why did you do that?”
I was flustered. Why did I do that?
I was at fault?
Not the grown ass teacher sleeping with an impressionable student?
“Do you think she is the first one? Do you think this doesn’t go on? Do you think I haven’t had affairs?” And then he proceeded to name some girls who had graduated the year before. Pretty, popular, girls.
I had liked him (the football coach PE teacher) prior to this beatdown I was getting. Again, I never ever suspected, nor had I even heard any rumors about girls having sex with teachers. He told me if I breathed a word, he’d make my life miserable at school.
There was no “Google” back then. No place to go to find out if this was happening to other people (teachers having sex with students, teachers threating students for ‘whistle-blowing’). Of course, I did tell my close friends what the gym teacher had said, but we were all intimidated and afraid to say anything. It was a small school. You couldn’t exactly get lost in the crowd.
I learned sometimes it was easier not to raise hell when it came to the truth if it meant the difference between living comfortably or living in fear of retaliation.
I learned that even if you have a family that seems to have it all – loving parents, great brothers and sisters, great friends, it won’t protect you.
I learned that sex is confused with love and both can destroy.
After graduation, my BFF ran into Mr. W. He was in town with the team he was now coaching.
Despite all of the heartache and pain that Mr. W had inflicted on so many people, my BFF still held a romantic idea of him. She always regretted they didn’t “go all the way.”
Well, that night, many years later, my now married BFF and Mr. W (who was still married to the woman he had cheated on) – left the bar, rendezvoused on a dirt road, and consummated what they hadn’t when she was a young teenager.
When she told me, she was a bit ashamed – more so that her husband would find out – but more than anything, I think she was proud. “He still wanted me.”
To the outside world, she is the perfect mother, wife, and friend.
I bring up this story now because I was thinking of how illogical people can be. How popular opinion can turn what is true and right (teachers shouldn’t take advantage of young kids) – a true friend wouldn’t sleep with your teenage child – into hate against the person who committed no wrong other than telling the truth.
People often criticize me for standing up when I see other people being manipulated. They think I’m crazy for going against the grain.
It took me a-long time (and many mistakes) to realize that character is everything. Thinking individually is everything.
I see the way sex is portrayed as a ‘right’ – not something to be honored between loving, people in a committed union.
And the conflict! Women are taught that using sex is powerful. That sleeping around it powerful. That being free with sex is liberating.
And then they accuse men of raping them when he doesn’t call back.
They complain that men treat them as objects – meanwhile they dress like Beyonce and leave nothing to the imagination.
In my lifetime, sex has never, ever been ‘oppressive,’ though certainly, it has increasingly seeped into YA literature, movies, tv, songs – really, there is no escape from the taunting of lizard brain desires and, just like when you’re not hungry but you see a commercial for a fabulous pizza or smell steak on a BBQ, you want it.
In a society where ‘everyone’ is openly having sex, bragging about sex; it seems to me if you want to be truly remarkable and individual, you will save your sex for the person who truly respects you. You won’t allow society to tell you there must be something wrong with you for not wanting to put out.
There are many things that happened in my past that shaped me into being outspoken and unconventional – but there is no doubt that the experience of Mr. W and my best friend; the fallout that occurred after, is one defining episode of my life.
My ‘teachers’ and my peers may have intimidated me into being ‘quiet’ when I was a teenager, but I am no longer that impressionable, and certainly no longer enraptured with what society and culture tell me I’m missing out on.
Know that as a parent, you can do all the right things, and still, if a pervert wants to take advantage of your child, he will. From experience I can tell you it is a MYTH that girls seek the attention of men if/when their fathers’ are not ‘involved.’
Girls seek the attention of men because A)It is part of nature. B)Because everything in society tell you to be of importance, you must be half of a whole.
Watch what your kids read. It is hard for me to find any Young Adult books that don’t contain sex, drugs, and violence not as a warning, but as desirable.
Don’t count on the church to give your children morals and values. Or anyone else for that matter. You need to instill that in them, and more importantly, you need to show them by YOUR action (something I learned a bit too late!).
Well, that’s all I have to say. Maybe not quite. I hope Mr. W and my old gym teacher have a constant case of genital warts. And I hope the wives’ they cheated on wised up, divorced them, and got a big fat alimony check.
Aspen Matis - Spoiled Rich Girl Who Profits Off Rape Claim
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| Aspen Matis Profits Off Rape |
However, it does get worse when Aspen Matis opens her book with (Chapter One) - "I lived my first eighteen and a half years in a white Colonial in the idyllic town of Newton, Massachusetts."
Well, from there on, it is a tale of a very spoiled elite white girl who invites a guy to her freshman dorm, he has sex with her. She claims she was unwilling, and even though she was unwilling, she invites him to spend the night.
The college refuses to find her alleged rapist "guilty" because it is a he said she said and also, there is conflicting evidence (Mattress Girl anyone?) that she was more than willing.
Aspen then goes on a hike to prove her independence (funded by her family, of course), and meets, falls in love with, and marries a man she meets 10 days into her journey.
Well, so much for independence.
She consistently lashes out at her parents (who have provided for her).
It is hard for my to find any sympathy for a spoiled rich girl who willingly lived off her parents all the while throwing her middle finger at them.
I find it hard to believe her story is not simply a "LOOK AT ME" attempt to make money (capitalism! Horrible until, of course, you seek to profit!)
off a false narrative "WHITE GIRLS IN DANGER OF BEING RAPED ON CAMPUS."
Rolling Stone ran with an outright made up story of a rape on U of Va campus. Jezebel was all over that. The news (run by liberals) all over that.
Then months later, it's discovered it was all a lie. And not a peep from the mainstream media. Not a peep from Jezebel.
White girls being raped on campus - horrible!
But black girls being raped by privileged white men? Silence.
Jezebel hasn't mentioned Iasha Rivers. Liberal media hasn't mentioned Iasha Rivers.
And in the mean time - rich, elitist, (sorry I'm white but I'll take my parents money, I don't need a man but I DO) Aspen Matis scores a bookdeal about her traumatizing torture (I jest) of being "forced" to have sex.
All theses liberals in NYC - on the east coast, waxing poetic about the horrible racism in America, yet they reward liberal white rich chicks who profit off of a one night stand - and yet when a very beautiful young black woman goes to the ER because she is BLEEDING from her woman parts - after waking up in the home of a wealthy white lawyer after a party for Al Sharpton - you have liberal white female reporter for the New York Daily News writing a column saying that Iasha Rivers basically deserved it because "if you lay down with dogs you wake up with fleas."
Wake Up America. True racism? Look at the liberal world of publishing. They freely give money to their "own" (white privileged girls) and turn their backs on true victims (Iasha Rivers).
Saturday, July 4, 2015
Wednesday, June 24, 2015
Honor Flight Philly Video
Please check the Honor Flight website and if you ever have the chance to attend a "Welcome Home" event - it will be one of the most rewarding experiences of your life!
Thursday, June 11, 2015
Honor Flight - The Most Uplifting Experience of My Life
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| WWII Vet Salutes Crowd at St. Kevin Parish, Springfield PA |
Here are some pictures from our great day. So honored to have been there.
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| An Honor Flight Vet becomes emotional. |
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| I Am In The Presence Of Greatness |
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| I'd rather have my picture taken with this Hero than I would Mark Walhberg! |
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| EMS salute as Honor Flight are led by Police/Biker Escort |
The picture below is of Joe Demler WWII POW who withered away to 70 pounds after he was captured. His story is one of many inspiring stories featured in Honor Flight the Movie. His motto in life: Every Day Is A Bonus!
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| Joe Demler WWII POW - said he survived by believing "Every Day Is a Bonus. |
Friday, May 1, 2015
No Justice For Iasha Rivers
You probably don't know about Iasha Rivers. In 2014, she was an executive for Macy's in New York city. beautiful and self-less, she devoted many hours volunteering for those less fortunate. She attended a party. She woke up the next morning in a man's bedroom. A very old man. A very rich man. She was bruised and bleeding from her vagina. She didn't remember what happened.
She went home and confided her fear to a friend. The friend urged her to go to the ER - it sounded as though she might have been slipped something in her drink.
Iasha Rivers faced a huge problem. If she accused the old powerful rich man of rape - what would happen to her?
Well, she mustered up her courage and filed charges, as reported by the New York Daily News on October 14th, 2014. I mean, she was on the board of the National Action Network. Which is about the protection and support of the black community.
Oh, wait, did I mention that Iasha is a young beautiful black woman? The man she accused of raping her is white. Old. White. Rich. A civil rights attorney, as a matter of fact. His name is Sanford Rubenstein. He was actually kicked out of sex club a few weeks after the rape accusation. And a his ex-girlfriend (also black and very young) asked her to have an orgy.
You would think, with all the rage against the establishment, the major news stations would report on this story. Nah, just a few New York papers who aren't afraid of the Al Sharpton machine gun.
Oh, did I mention that Sanford Rubenstein is a life long friend of Al Sharpton?
You would think Jezebel would report on it. They are pro-woman after all. Nah...though they believe women who drink and party shouldn't be 'shamed' if they are taken advantage of...but Iasha Rives? Well, she's black. So I guess Jezebel doesn't think she is important.
All these protests for the rights of black criminals. Male. Black Criminals. But when the Manhattan District Attorney’s Office said they didn't have enough evidence to charge white lawyer Rubenstein, there was no outrage. No charges of white/lawyerly bias. And Al Sharpton, who makes a living being outraged by white people mistreating black people...nothing.
All the civil rights groups tweeting out support for Iasha Rivers...nothing.
The war on women? If there is a war, it's apparent it's the left shooting us down. Take liberal Linda Stasi, columnist at New York Daily News - who did bother to write about the accusation, and said Iasha was at fault for KNOWING Al Sharpton hangs around with slime balls and Iasha deserved it because she allowed herself to get drunk (what is she didn't get drunk? What if she was slipped a drug and the New York DA is covering up for his liberal buddy?). The hypocrisy of the left is amazing - I hope Iasha Rivers realizes the mistake she made wasn't in believing in civil rights, it was believing Democrats actually care. They don't. They will sell out in a second for the sake of power, money, street cred.
The war on women? If there is a war, it's apparent it's the left shooting us down. Take liberal Linda Stasi, columnist at New York Daily News - who did bother to write about the accusation, and said Iasha was at fault for KNOWING Al Sharpton hangs around with slime balls and Iasha deserved it because she allowed herself to get drunk (what is she didn't get drunk? What if she was slipped a drug and the New York DA is covering up for his liberal buddy?). The hypocrisy of the left is amazing - I hope Iasha Rivers realizes the mistake she made wasn't in believing in civil rights, it was believing Democrats actually care. They don't. They will sell out in a second for the sake of power, money, street cred.
Is it because she's not a man? Is it because she's a smart woman who works and doesn't make a living deal drugs or stealing?
The bottom line is this - Al Sharpton is a dirty, filthy, man who exploits black people, black women, and makes his living inciting hate.
He turned on his employee. He turned on a 'sister' in favor of an equally dirty, corrupt 'mister' - but I guess because Sanford Rubenstein is rich, white is right.
The spiral downward of America and our character, our ability to trust those in charge, lands squarely in the lap of those who "lead" our country.
And the person who 'leads' our country is best friends with Al Sharpton (gee - Obama has young daughters who could grow up to look like Iasha Rivers...)
Al Shartpon, who owes millions in back taxes (meanwhile small family businesses are being locked down and extorted).
Al Sharpton has been accused by Eric Garner's family of exploiting them for his own purpose (money and power).
Corporations have accused Al Sharpton of extorting them for cash in exchange for not attacking them using his "grass roots" protesters to harass them with racism charges.
Corruption clings to Al Sharpton like spider webs in dark corners of a tall ceiling.
Anywhere you see Al Sharpton, someone is being paid off and someone is being bought someone is being bribed.
The mayor of Baltimore welcomed Al Sharpton and praised him. After. of course, she made sure the police did not offend looters and rioters. After of course, she said criminals should be given space to destroy.
We can never know what happened between Iasha Rivers and Sanford Rubenstein. But from the media silence, and more importantly, Al Sharpton and NAN silence's after Iasha River's sexual assault, we can for sure say one thing; Al Sharpton doesn't care about justice for blacks - he only cares about the color green.
The more division he creates between black vs white, everyone vs cops, - the more his crony pal's at the White House will be called in to 'control' the chaos.
I don't know Iasha Rivers - but I can only imagine how heart broken she is that a cause she once believed in totally turned against her when she did the right thing.
Where's the justice and outrage for Iasha Rivers?
Well, I guess she'll have to have a sex change operation, sell drugs, steal, and then be killed by a white cop. Because, according to liberal media, the civil rights movement, Jezebel, NOW, NAN, and Al Sharpton, a black woman being raped by a rich white guy is justice.
Hands Up For Al Sharpton - so he can take your wallet. Legs up for creepy Sanford Rubenstein so he can assault you. Eyes down when you see truth - because apparently, it will blind you.
"Hypocrite: the man who murdered both his parents... pleaded for mercy on the grounds that he was an orphan." ~Abraham Lincoln
Friday, April 24, 2015
Monday, April 20, 2015
Gretchen Carlson's Superiority Problem
First off, my apologies to Gretchen's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Carlson - they seem like awesome parents and my take-away message from this book is the power of family. I, like Gretchen, consider myself an Independent voter, so please, before people jump on me for thinking I'm giving this book one star because of politics, this has nothing to do with politics. I adore Dana Perino and watch Red Eye and listen to Brian Kilmeade - this has nothing to do with politics but does have to do with people who live life as if they are striving to be significant or those that live life as if they are superior. After reading "Getting Real" Gretchen falls into the "I am Superior" category.
I started off loving Getting Real. The book opens with stories about Gretchen's family - her grandparents, her mother and father and how they met. Her small town family life growing up.
Then, we get into THE Violin.
Oh boy. This is where the book takes a nose dive.
Gretchen speaks about humility all through the book, yet it's ironic because she totally lacks humility.
There are so many contradictions in this book I don't know where to begin.
She reminds the reader often how she SACRIFICED her social life but she was an EXCEPTIONAL violinist. I'm not even sure if she is aware, but she often backhands and diminishes "common" people...while her friends were going to football games, she had talent that she had to nurture, implying they did not.
She spends the whole book reminding us how SMART she is and how women shouldn't be judged on looks - yet...she admits she lost 30 pounds because a boy didn't want to date her. There is a section in the book where she just gloats about being able to fit into her Miss America gown many years later. So, here she is, all through the book whining people don't see her as being smart and that people should stop concentrating on looks and beauty, yet she is ecstatic and brags that she was able to fit into her old Miss America gown that she wore to give a speech.
The Miss America Pageant is a great example of being dismissive and putting down other women and also, contradictions. Gretchen went to college at Stanford and said she was thrilled because no one knew her. She loved the anonymity. She states, "I did everything in my power to remain anonymous." (Oh really?) But then she tells a story of how, even though she was sick of the violin, she couldn't quite stop herself from trying out for a music teacher at the school. "When I finished, I looked up to find him staring at me dumbfounded. "Why have I not heard of you?"
So, she tried desperately to remain anonymous (for 2 whole weeks) but then she just couldn't resist showing off and making it well known who she was.
She tells the story of how a professor disliked her for NO REASON and gave her a C. She'd never got a C in her LIFE! She states she didn't think she deserved it, but then states perhaps she did...
Then we get to the Miss American pagent.
Her mom called her at Stanford to tell her the director announced he wants Ivy League contestants and people with talent. Gretchen goes on to say that she was just going to be herself - she wasn't going to be like the contestants who had gone before her - she would be natural. And then she goes on to tell us she quit Stanford and spent the months leading up to the pageant studying tapes of previous pageants, taking notes, going to coaches. She was advised she should play the fiddle. She dismisses "fiddle" players. GRETCHEN had been playing CLASSICAL music her whole life (except when she ditched it at Stanford) - that's a WHOLE different craft than fiddling (get that fiddlers, you aren't as great).
Gretchen constantly did mock interviews in preparation for the pageant. I admire her tenacity and dedication, but do NOT tell us that you were the first person to be "yourself" and "natural" when you spent months studying tapes, going to coaches, learning how to sit properly, changing the way you talk and use your arms...that is NOT being yourself.
Then Gretchen, who talks about the importance of morals and family values tells us (after she GLOATS about her wining the MAP - as the first SMART contestant (you hear that former winners...you were stupid, based on looks, Gretchen was the FIRST with REAL talent and intelligence) that after she won - she (all of 22 years old) dated a 45 year old man. Everyone was horrified. As they SHOULD BE. Here is a 'role model' of young women dating a man old enough to be her father. But Gretchen explained this as if it was no big deal because SHE WAS WORLDLY, because she had an exceptional life and was so talented, she knew better than every other 22 year old girl. And that, really, is the theme of the book. How much better and smarter she is than everyone else - there is no humility though she claims she is very humble. But here are some excerpts of the book, you tell me if these are humble statements: "I appreciated the benefits of being unique and exceptional." "get away from the burdens imposed by my talent" "I was used to getting perfect grades" "when I walked out on the stage the whole room gasped and applauded" "I was having experiences that my schoolmates in Minnesota could not grasp." "Everyone should be pitching stories LIKE GRETCHEN." Those are just few examples, there are many veiled 'I am superior" statements throughout.
After winning the MAP, she returns after a year, to Stanford and no one knows who she is,which she claims to 'love.' She takes a feminist class and though she wants to remain anonymous, she just...can't...help herself from writing a paper about her winning the MAP (Don't look at me, HEY, WHY AREN'T YOU LOOKING AT ME!!!) and though she got an A on the paper, she's obviously bothered by the fact her professor didn't acknowledge to the class how there was a feminist STAR in their midst.
There is one part in the book where she states that working hard and being smart was not enough, she had to use humility and compassion and talk about WE not I - then she goes on and talks about herself, using I almost 20 times in two paragraphs.
The most troubling part of the book is the fact she professes to be champion of women in the workplace and to stop harassment of women in the work place.
She talks about speaking up and speaking out. Yet, she does NOT do this herself. Talk about a total hypocrite.
After winning the MAP, she tried to get into TV. She gives two examples of powerful men who forced themselves on her. She does not give us the names of these men. She did not report them when it happened. So, all of this talk of 'going outside her comfort zone' and speaking up for women and equal treatment is disingenuous. Hogwash. If you aren't willing to stand up for yourself and allow men to intimidate you or put your career above the truth, nothing will ever change and you are NOT courageous. She tells of a story when a photographer came onto her - she almost didn't tell her boss - he had to drag it out of her. Hello? That is not courageous! She tells the story of how she was stalked (very scary - and here she has my empathy) - however - she almost didn't put the incident into the book because she was afraid he might come after her again. Then she found out he was dead - so she talked about it. Okay - if you WANT TO BRING ATTENTION to the stalking laws, you need to have the courage to speak up even if he was still alive. Look, I've got no problem if people are too intimidated to talk about it or decide they care more about safety and their peace of mind and go into hiding - but if you portray yourself as a warrior for women, then guess what, you need to live up to that and not simply SAY you are.
Gretchen wonders how many women were harassed (or worse) by the TV executives who harassed her. Hello? Yes, how many, Gretchen? You could have STOPPED that behavior but chose to remain silent because your career was more important. You are no champion of women.
And all the mentions of her "sacrificing" and killing herself working so hard - guess what...most women do that. It is NOT unique to you.
I have a feeling Gretchen is surrounded by people who are too intimated to tell her that she does indeed, lack humility, and her book "Getting Real" is a slap in the face of all those 'common' winners of the MAP, the "common" people of Anoka.
On a POSITIVE NOTE - (there are a few) - I read this in a day. It was compelling. This is a great testament to parents who encourage their children and give them a firm family foundation built on values. I'm not religious but I do admire those families that are and do believe that there is an unjust, unwarranted attack on Christians in this day and age. I do admire and fully appreciate one of the other themes of this book: Always Strive For A Goal. Always have a purpose. That is what life is about.
I'd suggest if Gretchen really wants to understand true humility (the line is very fine, I do understand that) - she read "I'll Drink To That" by Betty Halbreich. A woman born with a silver spoon in her mouth, who learns the true value of grace, hard work, and purpose.
Gretchen ends the book talking about all the volunteer work her and her family do; great, I applaud that. However, again, for all the times she talks about 'stepping outside her comfort zone' and being an 'outspoken' advocate for women - she could have made a REAL difference and possibly save(d) many women from being the sexual victims of some powerful TV executives - but she chose the easy way. When one of these men visited Fox Studios, what did Gretchen do? She quietly sat in her office, hiding out, and when he walked by, she shut the door. She hid. And let us not mistake her writing about these incidents as being courageous. It's like knowing who robbed your neighbors house, but refusing to tell the police.
If Gretchen wants to "Get Real" she needs to expose those who tried to take advantage of her so that the other victims have validation, to send the message to men (or women) that it will NOT be tolerated and we will not be intimated. Now THAT would be "Getting Real" - otherwise, this book is about "Getting Hoodwinked."
Wednesday, April 8, 2015
The Struggle is REAL - The Social Injustice of Being Single by Kate Bolick
From my Amazon Review:
If you grew up in a privileged elitist household where a routine summer vacation involved vacationing on islands off the North East coast - while your parents played tennis all day on clay courts - perhaps you will enjoy this.
This book is one big contradiction and a thinly veiled attempt by author Bolick to prove herself a far superior being than the average intellectual. Bolick opens the book by explaining that she was quite popular in highschool. Then when to college and that's when she was taken down a peg and lost her Queen Bee status - this feels like quite the stab at regaining that hold - unfortunately she does it by throwing old bosses and old boyfriends gleefully under the gold plated tires of her father's Bentley.
Bolick says EVERY woman is obsessed with "who to marry" and it starts when they are young children. Maybe in the crowd she grew up in, but my friends and I were "obsessed" with what our career path would be.
Bolick contradicts herself in almost every chapter - she seems to say she was raised to believe women could become anything and that we are strong and intelligent, yetttttt - she is not strong enough, perhaps more importantly, not courageous enough to stand up for "single-hood" and spends her time researching women who either said no to marriage or regretted marriage. Bolick is seeking validation - which ultimately undermines her narrative.
Though she states she worked 4 jobs at once, she also made several references to the fact her father has financed her whole life and will continue to do so - most women do not have such luxury of "finding themselves" leisurely knowing they have a huge net to catch them at anytime. And what, pray-tell, is Independent or Brave about that? I have a strong feeling that her four jobs at once story was more along the lines of Brian Williams.
Also - for someone who seems to be promoting the power of women, she had terse words to say regarding women she worked with in the publishing industry, as well as girlfriends of her ex's - no matter how hard she tries to hide it, it's obvious she is quite envious and/or resentful and this also undermines her "WOMEN ARE AWESOME" theory - because the only women who are awesome seem to be the ones she feels superior to.
She only dates men who come by wealth by way of family heritage, which gives the men she dates time to ready and write poetry, paint, discover themselves. It's quite hysterical and perhaps this is why she has so much trouble with men; she can't find any real men who understand that workboots aren't a fashion statement.
The end of the book is probably the most intellectually handicapped: Bolick tells us all about a pilgramge (she literally uses that word) to an island to "rough it" for TWO hours with her current elite boyfriend, (even though she doesn't NEED one) and her rich (but tres bohemian girlfriend) then ferry back to rich boyfriends island home (owned by his parents, of course) where they will eat lobster drenched in melted butter and share several bottles of wine - sitting on the porch and talking into the night.
If I rated a book based on pretentiousness - this would be 10 stars.
Tuesday, April 7, 2015
Rolling Stones Pedophile Problem - Sabrina Erdely
"Sabrina Erdely - employed writer at Rolling Stone Magazine says she isn't going anywhere despite the news that the UVA Rape Story was completely fabricated.
Erdely states her job is secure because she hasdirt on founder Jann Wenner and his son Gus Wenner. She has threatened to spill Jann Wenner's secrets to exwife Jane, which will cost Jann Wenner even more money but more importantly, might cost his children to choose their mother over Jann, and Jann suffers from extreme self adulation; it would crush him.
Erdely also confided to several close friends that many employees of Rolling Stone have carte blanche to do what they want because they have evidence connecting Jann Wenner to the movie/documentary "An Open Secret" about the pedophile problem in Hollywood (which is why wife Jane left Jann who then took a gay lover). It's not only a problem (using clout to lure teenage boys to bed) in Hollywood, it's a problem throughout the entertainment industry. Rolling Stone knew going in that UVA story was false but even if it came out, it would take focus off the story that has been brewing about Jann Wenner's association and participation in these parties.
Erdely approached Wenner about doing a story Iasha Rivers, former volunteer for Al Sharpton's National Action Network and Macy executive . Ms. Rivers is an stunningly beautiful young African American woman who accused Civil Rights attorney Sanford Rubenstein (a white man in his 70's and attorney for Eric Garner's family at time of accusation) of raping her following Al Sharpton's 70th birthday party.
Wenner is said to have laughed (though it's not clear if it was Jann or his son Gus who is said to be running things (into the ground) and admonished Erdely, "You don't bite the hand that feeds you." And stated that if she continued to pursue the Rivers article, she'd be ostracized."
My observation: it's ironic that the Left still continue to rally around Sabrina Erdely, however, she was warned that if she defends a black female by going after a white civil liberties lawyer - she will be vilified by the left.
Here's another recent article in the New York Post about Sanford Rubenstein and his 21 year old black girlfriend who states he wanted to see her raped by a gang of men. Wow.
A Liberal Wonders Why There Is No Mystery In Sex
Amore: An American Father's Roman Holiday by Roger Friedland. This is a difficult book to review. I appreciated the scenery and experience that Friedland and his family had in Italy. Though at times, Friedland was heavy handed with description which bogged it down at almost 400 pages. I feel like
this book could have been a better read had it been cut by at least 100 pages.
I, too, share Friedland's concern when I turn on the TV, watch movies, listen to FM stations during school mornings and am constantly barraged by sexual jokes, innuendos, etc. I kept reading and reading hoping to discover where it had all gone wrong in America and what the "big" difference is when compared to Rome, Italy.
So, while I was compelled to keep reading (and found the characters of Rome quirky and interesting) - I was highly disappointed with Friedland's ironic reasoning.
He blames the lack of family values and the barrage of sex on feminism - yet he also blasts religion, George Bush while praising Democrats (his mother is a card carrying Communist) and Obama.
He praises Obama as a leader that the youth are longing for and looking to for guidance. I cant...even...while reading this book, reporter James Foley had just been beheaded by ISIS. Obama was on a 2 week vacation and took time out to do a five minute press conference then literally was on a golf course fist bumping his golf buddies less than 6 minutes after the speech - all while the Foley family were tearfully, tragically, giving a press conference regarding the brutal murder of their son. Obama jetted off to Las Vegas the day after 4 American's were slain in Benghazi. Obama spends more time appearing on talk shows and entertaining celebrities in the White House than he does actually leading. A leader? Hardly.
It is not feminism that has caused a moral decay in this country.
Let's start with the unraveling of families in the black community. This started with Lyndon B Johnson's plan to give welfare to poor - IF the father is the family was not present. The black family before the 60's was strong both in faith and in each other. Today, over 70% of black children are raised by single mothers.
I great up at the hand of a liberal mother. I can't begin to tell you the confusion and sense of entitlement it had on me. I grew up thinking that sex was a "right" and not an honor to be shared with someone very significant.
Though feminism is an important part of our history, it has been hijacked by politics and the entertainment industry. Who runs Hollywood? The left. Even "Glee" a "family" show promoted affairs (married teachers cheating - hey, it's okay!). And Grey's Anatomy is should be called Sex With Everyone Hospital.
In Rome - Friedland states that "Character is Fate" - that criminals aren't tolerated (rape is virtually non-existent compared to USA stats). In America, we not only lack Character, we have a political party that consistently cheats on their wives (Edwards, Wiener, Clinton, Spitzer, Kennedy) yet, this same political party screeches that women are powerful and men should respect them (but rarely do Democrat men walk their talk! Obama pays women 18% less than men, and of the 200+ times he's golfed (so far) how many have been with women? ONCE.)
Democrats advocate for criminals. They do not hold criminals accountable - and instead seek to lay blame on a "broken system" of some sort which they can fix if you donate!
Friedland states in America, men have to "depend on wives" and are isolated from men, which creates resentment. I highly agree. But look at who created that culture: Democrats.
Let men have their own golf courses! I thought it was a sad day indeed when Augusta accepted women. Is nothing sacred?
I loved going to bridal showers and baby showers where I could bond with women and gossip about men and talk about fashion and just be myself. Now, I dread (and often skip) the parties if they are "co-ed" - please. Now I have to be on my best behavior and frankly, it sucks.
on page 308 (galley copy) - Friedland states that Religion seeks to control lovemaking because it is the way to control the lives of others. Huh. Well, you could easily switch out the word "religion" to "Democrats" and point to abortion (anything that stops something from living is murder. That is a fact.) You could point out the hysteria over Sandra Fluke - who was smart enough to attend Georgetown University, but apparently, not smart enough to be able to figure out how to afford a pack of condoms at 1.99.
There is an incident where Hannah (his daughter) flips out because she is expected to cheat by her classmates. In Rome, cheating is the equivalent of socialism. Students believe the smart should share the answers with those who didn't study or aren't as gifted. Hannah flips out and believes "Reward is proportional to effort."
HAHAHA. How ironic. This made me furious! Because YES, reward is PROPORTIONAL to effort. At one time, it was the AMERICAN WAY until it was hijacked by the Democrats who preach "fair share!" Was not long ago that Michelle Obama called for American's to sacrifice. Huh. Well, I would think that the Obama's would somehow practice what they preach and not jet off to ski vacations, million dollars lavish vacations abroad, etc, when they (the Obama's) - urge Americans to sacrifice.
And yet, Friedland wonders why America is doomed?
It is Friedland and his political beliefs that have doomed our children. What he worries about, what he observes, are spot on. That he can't figure out how it happened and blames the far right and (ironically) feminism, is actually quite scary.
Excellent reads for Friedland (or anyone wondering where the decay of our youth took place) might want to read: Andrew Brietbart: Righteous Indignation, Blacklash by Deneen Borelli, or any book by Ben Carson.
David Mamet's book on how he woke up from his liberal nightmare is also a really fascinating and smart read: The Secret Knowledge: On the Dismantling of America.
I could go on and on and about my observances and disagreements to the points Friedland makes, but honestly, if his immersion in Rome didn't wake his mind to the importance of family, character, respect, values, morals, faith, and to realize that all those things are the very things Democrats sneer at and replace with self gratification at all cost, dependency on government not family and community, then I doubt a passionate review would make any sort of sense to him.
Well, when I began this review, I was unsure how many stars to rate this but now I can confidently give it 1...it was too long, it was an entertaining look at Italy, but nothing I haven't read (Frances Mayes and assorted other writers, and the new fiction book Abroad by Katie Crouch - set in Italy based on Amanda Knox story, brilliant!) and had I journeyed many days with Friedland reading an overly long book only to discover his reasoning for the decay of love in the USA was frankly, illogical and ridiculous, was not worth the time I invested.
However, the one silver lining was this quote that I love, "Without stories you exist...but it is not life." And that was from a woman in Rome. Beautiful.
I, too, share Friedland's concern when I turn on the TV, watch movies, listen to FM stations during school mornings and am constantly barraged by sexual jokes, innuendos, etc. I kept reading and reading hoping to discover where it had all gone wrong in America and what the "big" difference is when compared to Rome, Italy.
So, while I was compelled to keep reading (and found the characters of Rome quirky and interesting) - I was highly disappointed with Friedland's ironic reasoning.
He blames the lack of family values and the barrage of sex on feminism - yet he also blasts religion, George Bush while praising Democrats (his mother is a card carrying Communist) and Obama.
He praises Obama as a leader that the youth are longing for and looking to for guidance. I cant...even...while reading this book, reporter James Foley had just been beheaded by ISIS. Obama was on a 2 week vacation and took time out to do a five minute press conference then literally was on a golf course fist bumping his golf buddies less than 6 minutes after the speech - all while the Foley family were tearfully, tragically, giving a press conference regarding the brutal murder of their son. Obama jetted off to Las Vegas the day after 4 American's were slain in Benghazi. Obama spends more time appearing on talk shows and entertaining celebrities in the White House than he does actually leading. A leader? Hardly.
It is not feminism that has caused a moral decay in this country.
Let's start with the unraveling of families in the black community. This started with Lyndon B Johnson's plan to give welfare to poor - IF the father is the family was not present. The black family before the 60's was strong both in faith and in each other. Today, over 70% of black children are raised by single mothers.
I great up at the hand of a liberal mother. I can't begin to tell you the confusion and sense of entitlement it had on me. I grew up thinking that sex was a "right" and not an honor to be shared with someone very significant.
Though feminism is an important part of our history, it has been hijacked by politics and the entertainment industry. Who runs Hollywood? The left. Even "Glee" a "family" show promoted affairs (married teachers cheating - hey, it's okay!). And Grey's Anatomy is should be called Sex With Everyone Hospital.
In Rome - Friedland states that "Character is Fate" - that criminals aren't tolerated (rape is virtually non-existent compared to USA stats). In America, we not only lack Character, we have a political party that consistently cheats on their wives (Edwards, Wiener, Clinton, Spitzer, Kennedy) yet, this same political party screeches that women are powerful and men should respect them (but rarely do Democrat men walk their talk! Obama pays women 18% less than men, and of the 200+ times he's golfed (so far) how many have been with women? ONCE.)
Democrats advocate for criminals. They do not hold criminals accountable - and instead seek to lay blame on a "broken system" of some sort which they can fix if you donate!
Friedland states in America, men have to "depend on wives" and are isolated from men, which creates resentment. I highly agree. But look at who created that culture: Democrats.
Let men have their own golf courses! I thought it was a sad day indeed when Augusta accepted women. Is nothing sacred?
I loved going to bridal showers and baby showers where I could bond with women and gossip about men and talk about fashion and just be myself. Now, I dread (and often skip) the parties if they are "co-ed" - please. Now I have to be on my best behavior and frankly, it sucks.
on page 308 (galley copy) - Friedland states that Religion seeks to control lovemaking because it is the way to control the lives of others. Huh. Well, you could easily switch out the word "religion" to "Democrats" and point to abortion (anything that stops something from living is murder. That is a fact.) You could point out the hysteria over Sandra Fluke - who was smart enough to attend Georgetown University, but apparently, not smart enough to be able to figure out how to afford a pack of condoms at 1.99.
There is an incident where Hannah (his daughter) flips out because she is expected to cheat by her classmates. In Rome, cheating is the equivalent of socialism. Students believe the smart should share the answers with those who didn't study or aren't as gifted. Hannah flips out and believes "Reward is proportional to effort."
HAHAHA. How ironic. This made me furious! Because YES, reward is PROPORTIONAL to effort. At one time, it was the AMERICAN WAY until it was hijacked by the Democrats who preach "fair share!" Was not long ago that Michelle Obama called for American's to sacrifice. Huh. Well, I would think that the Obama's would somehow practice what they preach and not jet off to ski vacations, million dollars lavish vacations abroad, etc, when they (the Obama's) - urge Americans to sacrifice.
And yet, Friedland wonders why America is doomed?
It is Friedland and his political beliefs that have doomed our children. What he worries about, what he observes, are spot on. That he can't figure out how it happened and blames the far right and (ironically) feminism, is actually quite scary.
Excellent reads for Friedland (or anyone wondering where the decay of our youth took place) might want to read: Andrew Brietbart: Righteous Indignation, Blacklash by Deneen Borelli, or any book by Ben Carson.
David Mamet's book on how he woke up from his liberal nightmare is also a really fascinating and smart read: The Secret Knowledge: On the Dismantling of America.
I could go on and on and about my observances and disagreements to the points Friedland makes, but honestly, if his immersion in Rome didn't wake his mind to the importance of family, character, respect, values, morals, faith, and to realize that all those things are the very things Democrats sneer at and replace with self gratification at all cost, dependency on government not family and community, then I doubt a passionate review would make any sort of sense to him.
Well, when I began this review, I was unsure how many stars to rate this but now I can confidently give it 1...it was too long, it was an entertaining look at Italy, but nothing I haven't read (Frances Mayes and assorted other writers, and the new fiction book Abroad by Katie Crouch - set in Italy based on Amanda Knox story, brilliant!) and had I journeyed many days with Friedland reading an overly long book only to discover his reasoning for the decay of love in the USA was frankly, illogical and ridiculous, was not worth the time I invested.
However, the one silver lining was this quote that I love, "Without stories you exist...but it is not life." And that was from a woman in Rome. Beautiful.
Friday, February 13, 2015
Radical GirlScouts - New Racist Cookie "Al Sharpton Shortbread"
CBS KPIX (San Francisco – odd that’s where Obama is fundraising at the moment!) posted a video and story claiming that there is a new Radical Brownie troop who looks like the Girl Scouts but instead of selling cookies, they are selling Social Justice because “white cops kill black people.”
Nowhere in the hit job on cops, did Ayers (related to Bill?) say the Black Panther supporting cop hating group of girls WERE NOT A PART OF GIRLSCOUTS.
She carefully worded the piece to that it would gain attention (stir up hate) and appear that this group was a part of GirlScouts. She ‘tagged’ the Girlscouts in her article initially, then after public outcry, she (or CBS) changed tag from GirlScouts to Scouts. However, the damage (attention seeking hate driving) has already been committed.
The GirlScouts contacted me and said, “This organization does not represent us.”
If this group of mentally abused children do not represent you, then perhaps the Girlscouts should lead by example and stand up loudly and very publicly to the Hijacking of their brand by Democrats, people calling themselves ‘’journalists” who are nothing more than PR Reps and asking for an apology and clarification from CBS KPIX.
Christin Ayers is a general assignment reporter for San Francisco CBS KPIX 5 News who states her highlight in life is meeting with Obama.
Do not rely on CBS, Christin Ayers nor any of their brand (hello, Brian Williams!) for honest information.
Clip of "Radical Brownies" saying "White cops kill black people!"
“If people in the media cannot decide whether they are in the business of reporting news or manufacturing propaganda, it is all the more important that the public understand that difference, and choose their news sources accordingly.”
― Thomas Sowell
Saturday, January 31, 2015
Significant Vs Superior
This is a story reported to me by a cop and is exactly why Democrats are maggots of America.
Last night, 1/30/15, the temperature dipped to single digits. A black homeless young man knocked on the door of home that had cars in the drive way with Obama stickers on them.
The homeless man asked if he could stay for the night.
The white lib called 911.
When the cop arrived, the white lib told the cop he would give money to the homeless guy, but he could not give him shelter.
The cop ended up driving the homeless guy to a shelter.
And the white lib never even bothered to give the homeless guy a dime.
So, you see, this Obama loving lib is eager to show he belongs to the group "look at me! I am righteous!"
But if he were righteous, he would honor the values he blatantly advertises, he would have offered the black homeless man a place to sleep, a hot meal; not only that, he would have gave the homeless man some hope that yea, our skin color may be different, but we will always help out a human down on their luck. That would have been significant (Philosophers used the word Significant when referring to virtue - goodness).
Instead, what this white liberal elites did was pull a superior card - he called 911 because there was a black homeless man standing on his stoop and so, the values the Democrats say they have are totally different than what they do (look at any liberal Hollywood Hypocrite). The homeless hater is typical representation of Democrats - do as I say, not as I do. Democrats long to be superior instead of significant. It is why Democrats have a hole in their soul - because they lack character, and when you lack character, you lack courage and confidence, and when you lack courage and confidence, you will lie, cheat, medicate, and fornicate, and do whatever it takes to soothe your unhappy soul.
This country is rapidly approaching decline because of people like White Upper Crusty Liberals who say one thing but act totally differently. It's called deception, hypocrisy, and it ruins the ability to trust. And once trust is gone, ya got nothing but empty souls and if the elite white intellects think they will survive and come out on top - hahahaha - they'll be the first to go at the hands of people who have been fighting for simple survival for years.
What we need is a character revolution - expose those who are all talk, no walk. Expose those who use propaganda not reason. Expose those would rather be superior than significant. Expose those who are completely un-fucking aware.
You know the saying "Silence is golden" ?? Well, I'll tell you who silence is 'golden' for - for those who are exploiting people, causes, and emotions.
We live in the most powerful time to be a 'nobody' in America. We have the ability to communicate - to make a difference via the internet. Obama and other exploiters are trying to shut that down, working with Comcast in an effort to make Comcast rich by censoring and monetizing the internet. However, Google, Reddit, Yahoo, AOL, Facebook, Youtube, are run by elite white rich people who SAY they stand for Democrat values, yet their actions (very few black people work in high rank positions, they do not abide by affirmative action, they pay little to no taxes, and they funnel much of their money to offshore accounts in order to avoid taxes).
But how do we revive the very foundations that built America? By OUR actions. By restoring character, confidence, and courage. By teaching people that extraordinary happiness and a significant life is possible through legendary character. By making sure our actions match our words. By striving to live honorably and honestly - by living for a purpose, not for pleasure (well, look, everything in moderation, including pleasure, but I can say with 100% conviction that the greatest pleasure you'll have in life will not come from sex or food (yep, not even bacon!) or drugs, but the greatest pleasure you'll have will be gleaned from contributing to life the gifts you were born with - and that could be as simple as being the best mom or sister in the world, to running a country, to making people laugh, to protecting people, to painting a work of art that moves people.
We take back America by exposing the bullshit, the hypocrites, the superior sanctimonious ball sacks who exist in this world not to be significant, but to be superior. You see, everyone has the ability to be significant. But in order to be superior, that means there must be someone below you.
Time to wake up America - it's never too late. I was a Real Housewives, Bravo Watching, Martini Drinking (er, blacking out), very confused girl (wait, everywhere I turn - movies, songs, books, magazines, are telling me - LIVE FOR THE MOMENT! Drink! Have fun! Eat! Politics is for losers, what does it matter anyway?). And then before I jumped on the Obama bandwagon, I FOR ONCE, started to THINK INDEPENDENTLY and did some research on him.
His record as a senator was crap. He was never there. He thrived on stirring up hate between the classes. He was friends with Bill Ayers and he went to a church for 20 years and listened to the Reverend Wright spew racists hate against whites, and Jews.
Yeah. No. Obama's speeches sure sounded good, but his actions went against everything he said.
And then I had a slow awakening. And it wasn't a soothing journey, I'm afraid. I faced the fact that I had screwed up most of my life because I lived in a cave of oblivion - believing I was aware, but actually, totally unaware. Andrew Breitbart launched me on my road to seeking out the truth...and then David Mamet, Arthur Herman, Dr. Brian Anse Patrick, Huxley, Albert H. Hobbs, Dinesh D'Souza and Dr. Thomas Szasz, helped me connect the dots and woke me to some uncomfortable truths - and that was when I realized I was going in the right direction, because it was uncomfortable. It's so easy to find comfort, and comfort in moderation is great, but in order to grow, to have a significant life, it requires that we become 100% truthful with ourselves.
To briefly sum up what I've learned; Democrats are negative: they believe we were born evil and we can't be trusted with freedom.
And that in order to be truly happy - we need to be able to have the freedom to think and act independently - happiness comes in life from the striving to thrive to make a positive difference - happiness does not come from self gratification and salvation.
Do you want to be remembered as someone who strove to be significant? Or someone who proclaimed to be superior?
Advice to homeless black men - when you need help, don't knock the house with the Obama sticker.
Monday, January 12, 2015
Unleaded Gas In The Diesel Ambulance
"Wanting something is not enough. You must hunger for
it. Your motivation must be absolutely compelling in order to overcome the
obstacles that will invariably come your way."-Les Brown
My first day on the job as an EMT in Quakertown (Medic 108)
the Chief calls me in the office and says, “Why don’t you take the ambulance
out and drive around the town and familiarize yourself with the streets.”
“By
myself?”
“Is
that a problem?”
“Well.
No.” I had really really wanted this job. I’d been working in
an office, vomiting every morning before I drove to work because I hated it so
much. When the call came to work for Medic 108 in Quakertown (three months
after I’d put in my application), I felt I’d won the lottery.
“Take
108-4. The keys are in the garage.”
“Sure.
Sure.” I start to turn around and he stops me.
“You
HAVE driven an ambulance before, right?”
I’m
facing the door. “Well, no." I confess. "But you never asked that
when you interviewed me.”
He doesn’t respond so I turn around; his head is face down
on a pile of papers on the desk, and he starts softly pounding his head on the
desk. Finally, he lifts his head just enough so he can speak to me, “Just
take the rig and drive very carefully around town. Do you think you can handle
that?”
“Sure.
Of course. Not a problem.”
So
off I go, driving around the small town, thinking how much better this is than
sitting at a desk and watching the second hand tick away the most boring
moments of my life. After awhile I feel very confident with the big rig, and
pull into a super market parking lot to get a bottle of ice tea and a yogurt.
As
I try to squeeze between a van and a station wagon, I accidentally hit the
station wagon.
OHNOOHNOOHNO.
My
father’s voice calmly speaks to me, “Park somewhere else, wait for the driver
to come back to the car, and explain what happened.”
So,
I glance around to see who was watching. No one.
I
back up, move a few rows above the car and park where there are no cars. I walk
to the station wagon and am totally relieved that there isn't a dent or
scratch. God Bless strong, sturdy, old cars.
Now I'm torn.
Should I wait for the driver? No dents, no marks, no harm, right?
But I was taught to
be honest - and what if someone saw the bump...what if it's on a camera? I'm
sweating. This is my first day on the job. I quit an office job that I hated so
much I would pull over and vomit on the way to work. I hated being confined. I
hated how boring it was. This was the job I never thought I'd want growing up -
but now that I had it, I could think of no place else I'd rather be.
I
don’t want to lose this job.
I
bargain with myself, “I’ll go in, buy my lunch, and if I come back out and the
car is still here, I’ll wait for the driver.”
I
turn my father’s voice off and walk into the grocery store with a pounding
heart, sweating hands, and every person I see I try to figure out if they
belong to the station wagon.
I stand in front of the dairy section for about ten minutes.
The radio I brought in with me squawks…it’s my Chief.
“You
making out okay? Are you lost?”
“No,
I’m fine. Just getting lunch.”
“Okay,
stop at the gas station and fuel up before you come back." ”
“Sure,
not a problem.”
“Don’t
crash!”
Now
I’m thinking he knows. Could someone have called the station to report me? He’s
testing me to see if I’ll tell him about the accident. Maybe he’s thinking, “If
she’s just honest with me, we’ll give her another chance.” But the radio goes
silent.
I
grab a yogurt, even though I know I won’t be able to bring myself to eat
anything, and a diet ice tea and head to the check out. Even though I could
easily have looked out the front windows of the store to see if the station
wagon is still in the parking lot, I keep my head down, staring at my two
little items as they move along the black belt.
Outside
the sun blinds me and I hold my breath as I scan the parking lot.
The
station wagon is gone. But there the knot in my stomach grows larger because I
know it could be that someone saw me and will call the station.
Of course,
then I stop by the station to fill the ambulance up with gas.
I barely
make it half a mile on the road before the engine starts to sputter, choke, and
just as I pull it to the side of the road, the ambulance seizes, sighs, and
dies.
The Chief and
mechanic show up.
No one had told me
that the ambulances take Diesel gas.
I had used
unleaded gas.
Just as I thought
destiny had opened the door to EMS, I wondered perhaps if these two stupid
mistakes on my first day were signs I wasn't meant for EMS...but I refused to
believe that.
In my gut, I knew I
was in the right place.
Sometimes were
given signs to tell us we're on the wrong path...and sometimes were given
obstacles to test our determination, our faith, our confidence.
In the next 4 years, I'd have many
obstacles - my faith in myself, in my choices tested many times, but I after
that first day, I never doubted I was where I belonged. I spent the next 4
years of loving a job so much I never once bitched about getting up at 4:30 in
the morning to be to work by 6. 4 years of fighting over protocols
and patient treatment and who's turn it was to clean the bathroom. 4 years of
late calls and bullshit calls and doctors with attitudes and nurses who were
bitches.
I loved every minute.
Excerpt from Girl Medic: Confession of Chaos and Calamity Behind the Sirens.
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