So I was watching this movie called 'The Color of Friendship' on the Disney Channel. (Don't judge, it was 3 am) It was set in the late 1970's, it was centered around the apartheid in South Africa & a U.S. congressman from California that was trying to stop it. He hosted a exchange student from South Africa. Now, the big thing is he was a black congressman & she was white.
The congressman in the movie was Ron Dellums. So you can look up more of his story it you want. Its a good story.
The reason I'm writing this is because of what the girl from South Africa kept saying, "It's for our/their safety." Why do the Bantu (black people) need passes? For their safety. Why are these books/songs, TV programs banned? For our safety.
It hit me. How many laws have the US congress passed in the last 100 years that were for our 'safety', but really were chipping away at our freedom?
Want a gun? How long can you wait? Can you afford the ammunition? Do you have a safe? Will there be children in house? How many do you want?
Want to fly? Do you have common name that might show up on a watch list? Can you get all your liquids into a quart size Ziploc bag? Don't forget to leave your nail clipper at home, because its a weapon!
Think about it, those are only 2 examples. We are heading towards this huge nanny state. We know better. We have so many examples from history to learn from, but we're not. We are sitting on our butts doing nothing except complain every once in awhile.
I'm not going to take it anymore! Are you?
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Saturday, April 14, 2012
I Wanna Start A War!
Actually the war has already been started. This particular war start quite awhile ago.
I am a straight white Christian conservative. If I say anything against the LGBT movement, I'm a homophobe. If I say anything negative about someone that has more melanin than me, I'm a racist. If I speak about God or Jesus, I'm slamming religion down others throats. If I want smaller government, I'm against poor people.
Seriously?
I refuse to allow the political correctness of America change the way I speak. If you get offended, that is your problem, not mine. If you want a war on words, bring it! Make sure your spelling & grammar are correct, because they count.
You've been warned.
I am a straight white Christian conservative. If I say anything against the LGBT movement, I'm a homophobe. If I say anything negative about someone that has more melanin than me, I'm a racist. If I speak about God or Jesus, I'm slamming religion down others throats. If I want smaller government, I'm against poor people.
Seriously?
I refuse to allow the political correctness of America change the way I speak. If you get offended, that is your problem, not mine. If you want a war on words, bring it! Make sure your spelling & grammar are correct, because they count.
You've been warned.
Sunday, April 1, 2012
More of My Story
Last night, I did my first call in to my friend's, Ai Politics, internet radio show. We discussed personal budgeting/ finance. Because of time & how broad you can take that topic, big chunks of my story was left out.
Growing up, we were comfortable. Always had food on the table, bills were paid on time, and we had health insurance on and off through the years. I worked in high school so I would know how to balance a checkbook before I moved out on my own.
When I was 24, I moved in with my brother to help him raise his two children. When I first moved in, it was fine. My brother made enough to pay the household bills. So I was able to go to school during the day, be with the kids at night, & work on the weekends. But life happened. My brother screwed up. Lost his job. He was able to find a job after a while, but had to take a drastic pay cut. I used my credit card to float us through part of this. I also donated plasma for $50 a week.
Through God's grace, we were able to stay at the house for at least another year before foreclosure. We found a house for rent close to school. I was out of school by then, but still only worked part time. By this time, my credit card was maxed out. I had no extra money to pay on it, so it sat collecting interest. I also had problems with my car. God's grace again, I got my mom's old minivan to drive.
My credit was so bad. I had no extra money. I became ashamed & depressed. Here I was, a woman in her 20's, broke. I couldn't even thinking about dating. No way could I try to go into a relationship with this bad of credit.
I finally did get a full-time job! I was so excited. A straight 40 hour paycheck really help with bill paying. For the first time in years, I was hopeful about the future. Then six months later, I was fired. I've never been fired before. I didn't do anything wrong. I found out that's what this one boss did, bring someone in for six months, then fire them. I was crushed! One week before my birthday.
So for the first time in my life, I went on unemployment. In Michigan, every two weeks you call their automated phone line named MARVIN. MARVIN became my new best friend. Nice thing is I live in a small town. People found out what happened to me and were willing to help me find a job.
The local Delphi plant was closing, so they were looking for temp workers to help close the place down. The legacy people would buy-out, retire, or be able to transfer to GM plants. The hitch was you needed to be a friend or family member of someone working at the plant. Good thing I grew up in the town & I knew people in there. I was told I would have a job for at least 8 months. The starting pay was $14/hr. I took the job!
I started at the end of June, by the middle of February, my job there was done. I did start as a temp, but somehow my bargaining chairman got in the union. I was still out of a job. The union did tell me that was an opportunity I could go to the plant in a nearby town, they just didn't know when. So back on unemployment I went.
I was off work for 7 months. During this time, the bill collectors began to call. Remember that credit card I didn't pay on? Yeah, I had over $6K on it. They wanted me to put $3K down, then do monthly payments. They threaten me with a lawyer. I told them 'Go ahead, I have no money.'
The day after Labor Day, I started at the plant where I am currently. That week, I got served papers from the credit card company. Wow, news travels quick. Went to mediation, set up a payment plan.
Between my credit card, student loan, & car, I was way over my head in debt! I didn't think I would ever get out, but God came through again. The church I was attending at the time was doing Financial Peace University classes. I went through them once before, but if you have no money, it makes it hard to follow. So I went again. I followed most of the steps. (I have a really bad rebellious streak in me) Through, a lot of cut backs, not a lot of luxuries, and a lot of overtime, I stand before you today, DEBT-FREE!!!
So it is possible. It isn't easy, not always glamorous, but you do feel better when its over!
Growing up, we were comfortable. Always had food on the table, bills were paid on time, and we had health insurance on and off through the years. I worked in high school so I would know how to balance a checkbook before I moved out on my own.
When I was 24, I moved in with my brother to help him raise his two children. When I first moved in, it was fine. My brother made enough to pay the household bills. So I was able to go to school during the day, be with the kids at night, & work on the weekends. But life happened. My brother screwed up. Lost his job. He was able to find a job after a while, but had to take a drastic pay cut. I used my credit card to float us through part of this. I also donated plasma for $50 a week.
Through God's grace, we were able to stay at the house for at least another year before foreclosure. We found a house for rent close to school. I was out of school by then, but still only worked part time. By this time, my credit card was maxed out. I had no extra money to pay on it, so it sat collecting interest. I also had problems with my car. God's grace again, I got my mom's old minivan to drive.
My credit was so bad. I had no extra money. I became ashamed & depressed. Here I was, a woman in her 20's, broke. I couldn't even thinking about dating. No way could I try to go into a relationship with this bad of credit.
I finally did get a full-time job! I was so excited. A straight 40 hour paycheck really help with bill paying. For the first time in years, I was hopeful about the future. Then six months later, I was fired. I've never been fired before. I didn't do anything wrong. I found out that's what this one boss did, bring someone in for six months, then fire them. I was crushed! One week before my birthday.
So for the first time in my life, I went on unemployment. In Michigan, every two weeks you call their automated phone line named MARVIN. MARVIN became my new best friend. Nice thing is I live in a small town. People found out what happened to me and were willing to help me find a job.
The local Delphi plant was closing, so they were looking for temp workers to help close the place down. The legacy people would buy-out, retire, or be able to transfer to GM plants. The hitch was you needed to be a friend or family member of someone working at the plant. Good thing I grew up in the town & I knew people in there. I was told I would have a job for at least 8 months. The starting pay was $14/hr. I took the job!
I started at the end of June, by the middle of February, my job there was done. I did start as a temp, but somehow my bargaining chairman got in the union. I was still out of a job. The union did tell me that was an opportunity I could go to the plant in a nearby town, they just didn't know when. So back on unemployment I went.
I was off work for 7 months. During this time, the bill collectors began to call. Remember that credit card I didn't pay on? Yeah, I had over $6K on it. They wanted me to put $3K down, then do monthly payments. They threaten me with a lawyer. I told them 'Go ahead, I have no money.'
The day after Labor Day, I started at the plant where I am currently. That week, I got served papers from the credit card company. Wow, news travels quick. Went to mediation, set up a payment plan.
Between my credit card, student loan, & car, I was way over my head in debt! I didn't think I would ever get out, but God came through again. The church I was attending at the time was doing Financial Peace University classes. I went through them once before, but if you have no money, it makes it hard to follow. So I went again. I followed most of the steps. (I have a really bad rebellious streak in me) Through, a lot of cut backs, not a lot of luxuries, and a lot of overtime, I stand before you today, DEBT-FREE!!!
So it is possible. It isn't easy, not always glamorous, but you do feel better when its over!
Saturday, March 31, 2012
I Have It, Do You?
Growing up, I was taught that having 'class' is something that someone cannot take away from you. Its up to you if you want it or not. Low income people can have class, while the higher bracket people may not.
After watching the news for the last month, I've come to the conclusion that real class war isn't between the haves & the haves not, its between those with class & those without.
Within an hour of Andrew Breitbart passing, tweets were sent out about how he was in hell and that he was hater (well, worse stuff than that) Even some 'journalists' made their own commentary on him on their shows. One person even started a fake twitter account under Andrew's widow's name to tweet crap about him.
In this past week, the Trayvon Martin case blew up in the media. Once again, twitter was there to add gasoline to the fire. Spike Lee tweeted what he thought was George Zimmerman's address. Roseanne Barr tweeted that if the cops didn't arrest him, she may show up at his house. To do what you may ask? I don't want to know. In a course of a weekend, I saw thousands of death threats on a man that people never heard of hours prior. A few even called for the rape of Zimmerman's mother.
Even now as I watch TV, I see the classlessness of the US. This hurts my soul. What happen to us as a nation? I remember growing up I was taught manners. How I was to speak to elders. How to treat the world around me.
Anger shown was supposed to be a last resort. Now mind you, I'm not always the most polite, but I do try. I say thank you when someone does something nice. Sometimes I say it when someone does their job correctly. But to lash out at the smallest slight? That seems childish.
So I guess what I'm calling for is the growing up of America. To rely on oneself. To treat others with respect. To debate civilly. We don't all to agree, but at least act like adult.
If you disagree, you can kiss my class!
After watching the news for the last month, I've come to the conclusion that real class war isn't between the haves & the haves not, its between those with class & those without.
Within an hour of Andrew Breitbart passing, tweets were sent out about how he was in hell and that he was hater (well, worse stuff than that) Even some 'journalists' made their own commentary on him on their shows. One person even started a fake twitter account under Andrew's widow's name to tweet crap about him.
In this past week, the Trayvon Martin case blew up in the media. Once again, twitter was there to add gasoline to the fire. Spike Lee tweeted what he thought was George Zimmerman's address. Roseanne Barr tweeted that if the cops didn't arrest him, she may show up at his house. To do what you may ask? I don't want to know. In a course of a weekend, I saw thousands of death threats on a man that people never heard of hours prior. A few even called for the rape of Zimmerman's mother.
Even now as I watch TV, I see the classlessness of the US. This hurts my soul. What happen to us as a nation? I remember growing up I was taught manners. How I was to speak to elders. How to treat the world around me.
Anger shown was supposed to be a last resort. Now mind you, I'm not always the most polite, but I do try. I say thank you when someone does something nice. Sometimes I say it when someone does their job correctly. But to lash out at the smallest slight? That seems childish.
So I guess what I'm calling for is the growing up of America. To rely on oneself. To treat others with respect. To debate civilly. We don't all to agree, but at least act like adult.
If you disagree, you can kiss my class!
Thursday, March 22, 2012
The Real War on Women
I'm calling for all of media to give me their 'gender war' cards. That's right, put them in my hand. You can get them back when you learn how to use the term correctly. Now go back to your desk, get out your notebooks & maybe learn something.
Calling for taxpayers to pay for your birth control or abortions & when they say no, is NOT a war on women. Never was, quit saying it!
Two examples of the war on women in American history are:
~ When President Woodrow Wilson threw suffragettes in jail, where they were beaten & not fed, just because they wanted their voices heard in the form of the right to vote.
~ When women were paid 75 cents to the man's dollar in the work place. When women couldn't be more than anything 'pink collar'.
Don't get me wrong, there is a war on women and it had nothing to do with me paying for anyone else's birth control. There are still women being abused physically & sexually in this country because they are the fairer sex. There are women in other countries who get their genitalia 'circumsized' so they can't feel sexual pleasure. Some countries even sew girls vaginas up so they won't 'sin'. Women who get burned if there is even a slight glimpse of non-submittance.
You have women in America who believe they are nothing more than sexual property. They live their lives stripping & prosituting with blank eyes. Told they were worthless. You have women & children all over the world, (yes, even in the US) who are sold into sex slavery.
The real war on women is being fought by charities who helping get women out of the sex industry & trade. People who risk their lives to show women they are worth more. Teaching them work skills to support their families.
So let's get real about this war on women! Fight the real war, not the pretend one place on us by the media. Want to help fight for these women? Here are some links to just some of the charities that help women. Some I've been asked not too put on the blog because they're underground for security reasons.
http://www.ascarletcovering.com
http://www.warinternational.org
http://www.evesangels.org/
http://www.jcsgirls.org
Please take time to visit these websites. Let's fight the real war on women. Thank you.
Calling for taxpayers to pay for your birth control or abortions & when they say no, is NOT a war on women. Never was, quit saying it!
Two examples of the war on women in American history are:
~ When President Woodrow Wilson threw suffragettes in jail, where they were beaten & not fed, just because they wanted their voices heard in the form of the right to vote.
~ When women were paid 75 cents to the man's dollar in the work place. When women couldn't be more than anything 'pink collar'.
Don't get me wrong, there is a war on women and it had nothing to do with me paying for anyone else's birth control. There are still women being abused physically & sexually in this country because they are the fairer sex. There are women in other countries who get their genitalia 'circumsized' so they can't feel sexual pleasure. Some countries even sew girls vaginas up so they won't 'sin'. Women who get burned if there is even a slight glimpse of non-submittance.
You have women in America who believe they are nothing more than sexual property. They live their lives stripping & prosituting with blank eyes. Told they were worthless. You have women & children all over the world, (yes, even in the US) who are sold into sex slavery.
The real war on women is being fought by charities who helping get women out of the sex industry & trade. People who risk their lives to show women they are worth more. Teaching them work skills to support their families.
So let's get real about this war on women! Fight the real war, not the pretend one place on us by the media. Want to help fight for these women? Here are some links to just some of the charities that help women. Some I've been asked not too put on the blog because they're underground for security reasons.
http://www.ascarletcovering.com
http://www.warinternational.org
http://www.evesangels.org/
http://www.jcsgirls.org
Please take time to visit these websites. Let's fight the real war on women. Thank you.
Thursday, March 8, 2012
I'm on the Campaign Trail again!
Okay, some more promises from a Presidential hopeful, ME!
* All bills should be around 30 pages long. No more than 50 pages. If a bill goes over 50 pages, I will veto it! Actually, I'll send it back for edit. I'm a busy woman. I don't have time to read more than that. Let's be honest, most of the time its full of riders when they get long. No more free rides!!
* I will shut down K Street. No more lobbying. One of my co-workers wants me to take it a step further. He wants me to make it a capital offense. Then auction off the position of executioner and put the money towards the national debt.
* All congressmen/women would get the same pay as of that of an enlisted in the military. Not only that, they will also get the same health benefits. Even after retirement or vote out. Why should they get paid better than our men & women who wrote this country a blank check with their lives?
* Last but not least, TAXES! I would implement a flat tax of 9.5%. God only ask for 10%, how can I ask for more than he does? Oh no! With such a low tax rate, how we pay for everything? Easy. I would take what I have learned from Financial Peace University. There would be a lot cuts, but it would pay off HUGE in the long run.
With some of the changes I would place, this country will be strong again. Once again, become a shining beacon.
Remember, Vote for Me 2012!!
* All bills should be around 30 pages long. No more than 50 pages. If a bill goes over 50 pages, I will veto it! Actually, I'll send it back for edit. I'm a busy woman. I don't have time to read more than that. Let's be honest, most of the time its full of riders when they get long. No more free rides!!
* I will shut down K Street. No more lobbying. One of my co-workers wants me to take it a step further. He wants me to make it a capital offense. Then auction off the position of executioner and put the money towards the national debt.
* All congressmen/women would get the same pay as of that of an enlisted in the military. Not only that, they will also get the same health benefits. Even after retirement or vote out. Why should they get paid better than our men & women who wrote this country a blank check with their lives?
* Last but not least, TAXES! I would implement a flat tax of 9.5%. God only ask for 10%, how can I ask for more than he does? Oh no! With such a low tax rate, how we pay for everything? Easy. I would take what I have learned from Financial Peace University. There would be a lot cuts, but it would pay off HUGE in the long run.
With some of the changes I would place, this country will be strong again. Once again, become a shining beacon.
Remember, Vote for Me 2012!!
Friday, March 2, 2012
Andy & Jesus
As I was falling asleep last night, okay early this morning, my thoughts went to how Andrew Breitbart had similarities with Jesus. Stay with me. I just had some randoms pop in my head before bed, wrote them down to share to the 3 people who will read this.
Here's my list ~
1~ They were both Jewish. (that one was easy)
2~ Both were unorthodox for their times & truly unique.
3~ Can you say polarizing figures?
4~ They both drew crowds where ever they went.
5~ Most importantly, they both had this love of people.
I don't know much about Andrew's faith, but I hope & pray that I see him in Heaven. His 2 hour hyperactive discussions would be considered short in eternity.
Here's my list ~
1~ They were both Jewish. (that one was easy)
2~ Both were unorthodox for their times & truly unique.
3~ Can you say polarizing figures?
4~ They both drew crowds where ever they went.
5~ Most importantly, they both had this love of people.
I don't know much about Andrew's faith, but I hope & pray that I see him in Heaven. His 2 hour hyperactive discussions would be considered short in eternity.
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