Freedom of Speech in Question?

Why the F@#$ are people still refereed to as African-Americans? If they want to be African they should move to Africa. If they want to live in America they should refer to themselves as Americans, nothing else. As for the Confederate flag… if it offends you, so should the American flag and the flag of every state that at any time allowed slavery.

I’m offended by “BET”. Not necessarily the content, but the moniker. If it were “WET”, meaning white entertainment television, I bet there would be an extreme uproar.

A Georgia police officer with almost 20 years of SERVICE was fired for flying her recently deceased husband’s Confederate flag. It is her home. It is her yard. It is her RIGHT to FREEDOM of SPEECH.

If anyone else has the right to banners, flags, or other displays of “X” lives matter. She should have the right to grieve her husband by continuing to fly a flag he was in some way passionate about.

Political Correctness truthfully means suppressing the the rights of some while catering to the wishes of others. This Woman lost her entitlement to retirement after nearly 20 years of SERVICE to her community over a flag! This country was founded on a basis of personal freedoms. What the hell happened!

I treat all people the same, regardless of their race, religion, etc… yet I am not treated the same by them at times. If anything I stated in this post offends you, I do not apologize. This is how I feel and this is who I am. I am exercising my right to FREEDOM OF SPEECH!

GOD BLESS! AMEN!

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RIOTS, REALLY?

How does destroying property and stealing (looting) help anyone? Milwaukee is just another example of angry people using any excuse to act out. An armed suspect was shot by a police officer. Both men were black. This was not a case of racial profiling. Yet white people are being drug from their cars and beaten.

I’m tired of hearing “Black Lives Matter” or “All Lives Matter”. Simply Respect All Lives! Stealing something doesn’t bring about justice. Burning businesses doesn’t bring about justice. More peoples lives are disrupted by this ignorance than the issue they are supposedly protesting.

As a Human, I just don’t get it. One bad guy gets shot and RIOTS breakout. A soldier gets killed overseas trying to keep us safe and NOTHING. Way to go America. Don’t volunteer for the military. Don’t help police solve crimes. Destroy the livelihoods our your fellow Americans. Go ahead, steal that TV (or whatever else you want), after all you deserve it because you chose to be part of a rioting mob.

Don’t bother being nice to one another. Don’t work hard and save for things you desire. Wait for the next opportunity to riot and just go on a steal one get it for free shopping spree. And while you’re at it, go ahead and bash the skulls of anyone that doesn’t look like you.If you succeed there will be no legitimate businesses left and no one left to produce the things you desire. You’ll WIN! NOTHING LEFT TO STEAL. NO ONE LEFT TO HATE, EXCEPT EVERYONE JUST LIKE YOU!

A Gentle Reminder

KIMG0044Recently, during a very stressful day at work, I went outside to clear my head. Amid the acres of asphalt, parked cars and people shuffling around, I saw a small rabbit. It was nibbling on grass in one of the islands. Watching the rabbit moving from island to island as if it didn’t have a care in the world, made me think about all the beauty nature shows us every day. Even here in a parking lot GOD again gave me a reminder that there is much more to life than most of us participate in.

I used to find time for canoeing, hiking, visiting parks and science centers. Lately I have let my job consume so much of my time I forget to find time for me. Even this brief instance with the rabbit left me yearning to reconnect with nature. This Labor day weekend I’m committing to find time to enjoy the great outdoors.

I want so badly to resume my sustainable lifestyle. All of my batteries need to be replaced. That is an expense I currently can’t afford. Slowly I plan to replace them one at a time. My solar panels are doing their job, but without good batteries their generated energy is useless.

My garden has more weeds than edible plants. Fixing that issue is a great place to start. It isn’t expensive. I’ll get my hands dirty. I’ll get some much needed exercise. I’ll return my yard to a condition my neighbors can enjoy looking at.

Inspired by a brief encounter with a rabbit, I realized how many things I love that I’m not doing. I need to get back to who I was and not let my job get in my way. I will stop bringing my work home with me. GOD gave me talents and a love for nature. I will combine my gifts and moving forward live for me. Trying to be all things for others might make them happy, but I find little satisfaction in doing menial tasks just because I’m good at it. I like serving others, but all choices we make include an opportunity cost. Doing “A” means not doing “B”. I am learning to say no. Not because I don’t want to help others, rather that I deserve time for myself.

I am blessed. May GOD smile upon you and your life be filled with love. My gentle reminder from GOD got me to reexamine what I was doing, and more importantly why I was doing it. Putting yourself last is realistically unhealthy, both physically and emotionally. Take time for you, or you will never find true happiness. It took me 49 years to figure this out. It’s the little things in life that matter. Make the most of what you have. Hug your children, Chase your dreams. There is only one YOU. And only YOU can control your choices. I choose to live for me, mistakes and bad judgements are bound to occur. So be it. I refuse to be a pawn in others game of life.

This is my outlet to vent. If I’m the only one who ever reads it, I’m happy with that. If others read it and find even one thing they likeĀ  I will feel good knowing that even though I created this just for me, perhaps like minded people can work together to create a sustainable lifestyle that doesn’t destroy the beauty nature gives us everyday.

Good night and GOD BLESS.

Life, Loss and Learning (Part 2)

From Hydra 027

In my last post I talked about losing someone too soon due to an early death. Today I want to talk about another type of loss that has left myself and many others wondering how did LOVE just disappear. I’m referring to DIVORCE.

Apparently I’m not very good at Marriage. I have been married and divorced twice. I was single for ten years between the end of my first marriage and the beginning of my second. I dated off and on during this period, but I was not willing to give my all to anyone. The hurt of losing my first wife, and as a result, not being able to spend as much time with my infant son was always on my mind.

When I was reunited with my former High School Sweetheart, I thought this time I’ll get it right. I could not have been more wrong. Our eight year marriage was riddled with arguments over money, child care and lifestyles. She and her son were very sedentary, while I and my son were very active. They stayed indoors while I and my son loved the outdoors. Eventually, the relationship just deteriorated beyond reconciliation. That made things complicated. I had to leave my own home while our divorce was going through its very slow legal process. I still paid all of the bills associated with the home, but had to live elsewhere. When the divorce was final, nearly eighteen months later, I still had to wait three months for her and son to leave my house so I could move back in.

Looking back, I realize I was part of the problems that occurred and brought about both divorces. I feel the lack of companionship that divorce brings, I regret that I am no longer a part of the lives of people I still care about. Every morning I look in the mirror and see a man that looks much older than his years, a man carrying baggage that needs to be dropped. I have to accept the past, and more importantly, leave it in the past where it belongs.

I have a college education. I have a good job. I have a loving, supportive family, yet something is missing. At 49 I worry that I might never find the right person for me. Someone who can love me the way I am and I can do the same for them. If I have learned nothing else, I know that it is actually better to be alone than to force yourself to pretend to be happy when inside you feel like crying. As I said before, I was part of the problems. Admitting that is something I do willingly, neither of my ex-wives ever did.

GOD willing I will find the right one. If that is not his plan, he has blessed me with my family and my dog. My dog doesn’t judge me and she is always happy to see me. Even when she dug up my garden I was thankful to have her company. I have since fenced off my garden. I allow her into the garden with me, but not without. I am BLESSED.

If you took the time to read this, thank you. And may GOD BLESS YOU ALSO.