The destruction of America

How is that Blue Vote working out for you?

If you want to destroy an adversary, one of the first things you do is buy off the media.  In years past, the way to conquer a country was to destroy the press by blowing up transmitters, burning newspaper outlets, or killing or locking up anyone who said something contrary to the new narrative.

This is how Hitler rose to power and why 17 million Jews were exterminated.

Communist countries strictly control the media or entirely state-run propaganda when anything is sent out into the ethos.

Along comes a media that pays every airport in the world only to play their station. So as people travel around the globe while waiting, they might get two or three hours of opinions put out as facts. We would call that propaganda.

These opinions are almost always emotional triggers.  This is how they control the masses. If you are angry, you will not think objectively. Could they be lying to you?  No, you won’t know because you are triggered.

I had a house guest recently who called every Trump supporter the worst kind of racists that could be.  The media she absorbs has her believing that Alveda King is a white supremacist. In her mind, if all Trump supporters were rounded up and exterminated, that would be just fine. In case you don’t know who Alveda is, she is the niece of Martin Luther King and an ardent Trump supporter.

Of course, none of this nonsense peddled by the media is true.

The demise of the Jews under Hitler had nothing to do with anything they did. Instead, he needed someone to blame for plundering the treasury and the country suffering through hyperinflation.

The Jews were better at business and they did well for themselves as they had a work ethic.  They were easy to set up as privileged.  It is an age-old ploy, the have’s vs the have nots. ‘It isn’t fair.’

The US is heading down that same road under this administration. If this administration gets their way, the country will be 40 trillion in debt in just a few years.  In debt to who?  China.

The media is still peddling anti-Trump rhetoric, including the infamous insurrection. But, they are hiding the truth of it from the public, making you believe it was worse than D-Day, Pearl Harbor, and 911 all combined.  They are lying.

Of all of the people that died that day, only one died of a violent act. That person was an unarmed woman who a cop shot in the neck.  The others either died of heart attacks or strokes.  These were middle-aged or older folks who had enough of the lies.  These were people whose lives had been decimated by the pandemic and were not getting any assistance from their government.

Many of these folks are still sitting in solitary confinement in a DC Jail for Trespassing.

There was no violence by the protestors.  It was not a riot. Trespassing hardly equates to what the media is selling.

Along with the media is social media.  They, too, are carrying water for someone, but who?

Someone in Congress needs to grow a pair and stop what is going on before we are all forced to learn Mandarin.   I have no issues with any people of any country.  It is their governments that I have problems with.

Our government is under assault by those same forces who answer to the almighty dollar, not what is best for the American People.

If you are angry, you are being triggered.  It is that simple.

Trump and his supporters are not what the media is portraying them to be.  Think about that. For the last few years, the press has been dehumanizing Trump and his family, and his supporters.  When in our history have we stooped so low as to sway the results of an election?  

Would you stand idly by while our boys in uniform rounded up 74 million fellow Americans and sent them to re-education camps, aka an American version of Auschwitz?

One of our news anchors was on a late-night show musing about how we re-educate 74 million folks. 

My last houseguest would stand idly by and watch. She is that much of a believer she would turn her back on them, believing that they had it coming.  

To be that willing to believe the worst in folks, there already has to be a certain amount of hate in your heart.  I think my friend is more of a racist than she thinks she is.

The German folks of WWII did just that as their once neighbors were stripped of their businesses, homes, and personal belongings and sent to live in slums while concentration camps were built to house them. The press dehumanized them, forcing them to identify with that yellow star.  Maybe Trump supporters will be forced to have MAGA tattooed on them.  Where are we headed?

It was a redistribution of wealth from the Jews to the German people. Does this sound familiar? 

We are not a racist country.  It is those who put a color in front of people that are racist.

What can you do?  Firstly you need to have a dialogue with those that don’t see things as you do. You need to understand why they feel the way that they do.  As stated, some of it is just innate human nature.  Get over it.  Skin color does not make you any better or worse than the other person. 

PR firms use science to create this bigotry to herd the masses.  They understand human nature, and they know how to craft a narrative that will motivate people in one direction or another.

Hate, Fear, and Anger are three robust tools for nudging people.  What’s wrong in the world, and who is to blame for it.

The country is broke, you live in misery, and the Jews are to blame for it.  That was all it took for the German folks to allow 17 million Jews to be slaughtered. 

This tax and spend administration is raping the treasury, and they will somehow blame Trump and the GOP for the problem.  We went from energy independence in just four months to total dependence on another country. Gas is now where it was pre-pandemic; Russia and the Emirates are now back in control of the oil supply and price, yet it is Trump’s fault.  How do those in the media sleep at night?

By the time you catch on that your dollar just doesn’t go as far, it will be too late. All of the prices of goods and services are skyrocketing. Your votes will be replaced by the millions pouring across the southern border.  Why are they coming here?  They are fleeing their repressive corrupt governments. Will they figure out why they were allowed to invade this country?  Nope…they will vote for the party that allowed it.

I hate to say this but, I would go after their advertisers and hit them in the pocketbook. Money is about the only thing these people seem to understand.  We could call it EQUITY.  PFFFT!

-Best

Is this where we are headed, again?

The following is a story modeled after true events in our history. It is about racism and is worth your read, and you sharing it.

Comments are welcome.

History is rife with example after example of what happens when you devalue a race of people.  Blaming ‘white people’ is a cruel joke on society, and the mark of a racist worthy of the KKK.

I wanted to post pictures of naked dead people from a real event in our history that was so horrific; those pictures gave me nightmares to this current day. I am a humanist.  While I acknowledge that evil exists, I happen to believe that humankind is inherently good. 

Mob mentality is catchy.  More horse thieves met their death at the end of a rope, without the benefit of a trial by their peers.   Vigilante justice is not justice at all; it is the opposite of justice.  It is, in fact, murder.

There is a lengthy history of such actions.  Google genocides through history. 

I see pundits tossing around the race card much like a match in a fireworks factory.  In 2012 the race card was played nightly when we first heard of a game called the ‘polar bear hunt.’

Inciting violence against an entire race is easy to do when you shout hate from a megaphone like the Main Stream Media is doing every day.  The individual who attempts to knock out an elderly white person with one punch is responsible for playing the game; the person who yelled fire in the theatre is to blame for those who get trampled.

I researched this for a story I was working on.  It breaks my heart to see those with megaphones yelling fire in the auditorium of life.  By their actions, they are dehumanizing white people.  Now before you say, oh boo hoo, I want you to read this story below.  I could have put tons of pictures here, but in all consciousness, I cannot.  They are far too graphic. 

If the news is reporting any event regarding race, I want you to take out the word white, and insert the word black, and see if it is still ‘ok.’  The odds are great it will not be ok so it is, NOT OK!

Not all that long ago, a group of people tore down statues.  They banned free speech. They blamed the economic hardships on a particular group of people.  They then instituted gun control.  They made fun of those who hung on to their guns and their God.  Indeed, you were to put your country or your government ahead of God.  They then nationalized health care regulating the industry with an iron fist.

With runaway inflation, printing money was the beginning to the end. The government needed to find ways to reward the faithful.  Since money was worthless, they came up with a plan.

To give to those that were patriots or loyal to the cause, they took the possessions, businesses, and personal property of this group deemed responsible, and re-distributed it to the good loyal followers.

This group of people were taken from their homes and moved into the ghettoes. They were forced to wear identification as to who they were. Everyday citizens spat upon them.  They heard about the camps and knew they were suffering, but they didn’t care.  They were to blame for the state of affairs, weren’t they?  All the news stations said they were to blame.  As the rape gangs brutalized women and children, they again looked the other way. This group was to get no sympathy from the good citezens.

You watch as your children are stripped naked in the streets, beaten and raped by gangs of roving ‘elites.’ The law is on their side, not yours.

The proper people ignore their screams while fussing at their kids; they might catch something by having sex with a dog, you or your child were now worse than rabid dogs.

Imagine your husbands are taken away, leaving you and your family defenseless after losing your home, your business, and being forced to live on the streets. 

Your customers who used to greet you when entering your shop now look down their noses at you and spit on your naked body as those that still want to rape you do so at will. Gang rape is in fashion, and you are defenseless. Nobody cares about you or your spawn.

You and your kind caused this whole mess and you don’t disserve to live.  That is what the media reports night after night, so it must be true.

The proper women complain that their boys might catch something, so the government stirs to action to protect the good citizens from street people’s scourge. The several year plan is complete, you and your kind are officially vermin. Never mind that your kids played with their kids, that is over.  How could they have been so blind as to not see that you are the spawn of Satan?

Imagine soldiers are rounding you up to save you from the rape gangs.  You and your children are loaded into boxcars with the promise of taking you and your children away from this dangerous place. If your boys can labor for the war effort, they go one way.  If you and your daughters are of no value to the war effort, you go another way.

Some find that their next destination is a concentration camp, or worse. In this place, if you go there, you will most certainly starve to death.

Some will not make it to a camp, they are filling up. They have to invent new ways to offload the refugee population faster.  They need to become more efficient at what they do.  While the scientists work on better ways to manage population control, many will be managed the old-fashioned way.  You and your daughter are on that train.

With the train’s chugging through the mountain pass, you are packed so tightly; you jostle into each other with every motion.  The smell of the smoke from the locomotive passes over as an occasional cinder lands in someone’s hair or on their clothing.    The top of the car is off, exposing you and everyone to the elements. Air from the mountain pass occasionally wafts in, causing the black smoke to blow to the side instead of over you.

A whistle blows before it comes out of the mountains echoing off the hills.  You hear it, but you have no clue it is to alert the men ahead that they soon will be busy.

The train lurches to a stop in the middle of nowhere.  The sounds of the clacking steel brace on the side of the car give way to the sliding door as it opens, allowing the cool air to circle among you.  You grab your child close as you witness officers brandishing machine guns.  The mood is dark as their orders are stern. You and your children line up as you leave the train cars, looking for evidence of your new home away from the rape gangs, you see none. 

Thankful to stretch your legs, your relief soon leaves as you catch a whiff of the odor you remember from a dead animal or worse.  On top of the foul smell, there are no buildings, tents, or anything that resembles a bathroom.

There is heavy equipment sitting idle and freshly piled mounds of dirt block your view of what lies past it.

The cool air in the middle of the field soon feels a little too cool. Orders are given to remove your clothing and put them into a pile.  You and others begin to sob, knowing that you have not escaped the rape gangs. 

There are too few soldiers to rape all the women, however.

One of your friends argues with the officer and is shot on the spot.  The sound of the gunshot shocks you as you watch her drop to the ground with blood staining  her white dress as she drops.

This is no longer about rape, and you realize in your heart what is about to happen.  You look for a way to hide your child to protect her from what is to come.

The children are too scared to cry as coats, dresses, and soon underclothes are placed into a pile.  Several of the other women are ordered to pick up the dead woman and carry her to a pile of dirt twenty or so feet tall.

As the rest of you approach the area, watching them carry your friend, blood drips from her dangling hands as the odor of death fills your nostrils.

The grass and cold dirt on your bare feet are a stark reminder that you and your children are naked as you walk closer and closer to what will surely be your last moments on earth. You make eye contact with a young man carrying a machine gun.  He orders you to stop looking at him.

Crossing the field there is a haze in front of the mounds of earth that you don’t quite recognize.

Reaching the precipice, there is an audible gasp from your peers. You glance into the ravine carved into the earth like a deep crimson scar.  Bodies, still letting out steam from their last moments on earth are piled on top of bodies that have been there for much longer.

The sound of your friend tumbling down the side of the ravine landing on top of naked dead bodies shocks you back to reality.  Like sheep, you do as your told, waiting for God to rescue you.

Her white dress is now crimson with brown spots where the mud has clung to her.  What was blond hair is also crimson with brown soil on her face.  Shuddering, you look at your daughter who is in shock.  She is not moving or talking your ear off as she normally would.

Flies and flesh-eating birds hover over and around the bodies as you peer at them until you see someone that you once knew. The shock of what you see silences your thoughts, causing you to go numb inside.  Stella, a good friend lies lifeless with her eyes still open as if she is gazing into the heavens. Her face is contorted oddly as her body lies unnaturally on the top of mountains of flesh.  You knew more women who are face-up, with gaping wounds where the bullets exited their body.

Those face down had small holes ranging from their legs to their backs.  Many had let loose their bowels after they died.  The odor was almost toxic.

Children cry as you pick yours up, holding her close.  You call out to your God to save you from what will surely be the sting of death. A warm liquid leaves your arms as your daughter has lost control of her bladder.  You hold her close, kissing her as the soldiers bark out more orders to the end of the line.

Ordered to face the ravine, the last few of your friends and colleagues are lined up, all facing the rising sun.  Steam from the gorge causes an eerie fog to obscure it. The call of angry crows catches your attention as they fly by, distracting you for a second, as they chase after an owl that stayed out too late.  For a moment, you wish you were the owl only having to confront the murder of crows.  Were the crows much different from the rape gangs you wonder.

You hear mechanical sounds of metal on metal.  That is the arming of machine guns, and you have heard them before. A shock of sorts goes through your body from your toes to your head with the last click of the guns closest to you. You squeeze your daughter tight to your breasts, knowing the bullet that kills you, will kill her too.

Orders are barked as you hear the first of many pop pop pops.  Screams, grunts, and the sounds of people collapsing, falling forward, and landing on those that died before you, fill the air.  As the bullets get closer, you hear the shot’s splat, as they tear through the flesh of a friend. You see red vapor explode from your closest friend’s chest.  You close your eyes as you hear your friend tumble away from you down into the ravine.

The sting in your back and butt and leg causes your vision to flash a bright white before you see the vapor of red escaping out of you and of your child.  Time seems to slow to a crawl as you slowly fall to your knees. Your legs no longer can hold you as you see shattered bone just below your knee poking out through your skin. Frame by frame you watch as the world turns upside down before you realize it is you looking up to the sky through your blood soaked legs. Light glints off the broken bone as blood spatters around you and in your face.  Headfirst you fall into the pit, still grasping your child who is gasping for air. Your body slides down the mountain of flesh, coming to rest close to your friend who still has a vacant stair.

For just a flash of a second, it is you peering at your friend, before you realize that Elizabeth is crying in agony. A bullet went through your mid-section and pierced your daughter’s chest. Reaching for your daughter, you can’t help but close your friends’ eyes as your last gesture of humanity, before more bodies land around you.  

You hear another fall and still more dirt accompanies those that tumble down into the ravine. The rat a tat tat of the guns are now but an echo far above you as more naked women tumble down onto the mountain of flesh.

You witness strange white shadows leaving the pit from those around you. The smell of death no longer bothers you as you listen to your child try to cry, gasping for air through the gurgling blood pouring from her gaping mouth.  Pulling her close you try to comfort her to no avail.

“We going to see grandma Elizabeth, just let go!” you whisper…

Your tears mix with blood that is now dripping from your own lips. You pray that god will be merciful and take her quickly, not even thinking about your own pain.  The sight of Elizabeth suffering is much worse than anything these bastards could do to you.

The sounds of moaning, crying, accompany an unsettling silence which fills the air. You can still hear the sounds of the men talking above you. The ache in your hip is nothing compared to the burning, searing pain in your side. Your daughter is gasping up more blood as you pray for God to take her. Her blue eyes are not as bright as they were a few days ago before the rape gangs had their way with her.  She watched as they had their way with you and many of your friends. Closing your eyes, you cannot look.  Reaching for her you hear the soldiers walking the precipice above.

Bang! You hear the first of many single shots from handguns finishing the job of the executioners.

The soldiers, looking for signs of life, pull out their sidearms and send bullets tearing into the bodies of those still clinging to life.  You watch as your daughter’s head splits open as a bullet rips through the flesh that was her brain. 

Time once again stops as you see a curious vaporous like ghost, leave from her diminutive body. It rises above the dead becoming part of the mist you noticed earlier.

You thank God for his aim. 

Pow! Another bullet rips through your neck, missing your head. A flash of another bright light as you notice that breathing is all but impossible. You no longer feel the rest of your body as the sounds of gunshots fade.  Another bullet finds your back but you don’t feel it.

Rising above the death and misery you see the face of the man who just killed you.  He watches for a second before moving on to the next target.  Your shopkeeper who stocked the shelves and watched  Elizabeth after school is the next to get a bullet in the back of her head.

Susan joins you as do others as you rise above the crimson river caused by evil racist animals who are truly the subhuman life forms that they have accused you of being.

Elizabeth waits as you reach up for her leaving the world behind. ‘Foolish imbecilic creatures.” One of your friends imparts to you through thought.

The coppery odor of blood mixed with the stench of rotting flesh causes the men carrying machine guns to light up cigarettes to mask the odor.

Some take time to reload their hand guns while ordering the lower ranking among them to load the pile of clothes and shoes into the back of a trailer. An occasional gunshot from one soldier ends the life of those who are still trying to live.

Larger birds return in the silence, as the train that brought the hundreds of Jews, leaves to pick up more from up north.  The fragrance of tobacco does not manage to mask the odor of death.  There are jokes passed between those that executed the hundreds of women and children; some are crude and off-color but, that is ok; those people in the pit were not human’s; they were Jews. Oh, and they were ‘White People.’

As the last of the shoes, underclothes and other garments are collected they hear an echo in the mountain pass.  The conductor is giving them fair warning that they need to reload the machine guns and get ready for more refugees.

Politicians, the media, and the Elite are playing a perilous game.

I cannot begin to quantify the number of people I know and consider friends.  If any of them value or devalue anyone by the color of their skin, it is a secret to me. Racism has no place in a world where we are all tied together by the mutual bonds of our DNA.

If we are to be judged, it is by who we are and what we might have done in life.  Where we were born or what color our skin happens to be, is irrelevant.  Who we love in our lives or bedrooms is nobody’s business. 

However, some are so ignorant that they light matches, tossing them down irrespective of where they land or on what.  If they start a fire, they move on and watch the destruction they caused with their carelessness.  The destruction is news, and news brings ratings.

The pictures I found, and the research I have done are much worse than what I have depicted in this story.

The Jewish people were never responsible for what happened to their economy.  They needed a scapegoat, and it is easy to hate an entire race when you have state-run media spewing out lies, dehumanizing a race as a whole.

Asians are not responsible for the virus.

Nobody alive today had anything to do with slavery.

Hate is a poison you take in hopes it will affect someone else.

Those espousing equity and critical race theory are the racists.  They are dangerous and most certainly ignorant of history.

If the holocaust was not enough to convince the dullest among the elite to stop playing with fire, look up Mao or Stalin.  If that is still not enough, try searching for Vlad the Impaler, he was probably your kind of guy.

It is imperative we teach our kids history.  It is not always pretty but necessary to avoid making those same mistakes again and again.

We are capable of such great things, and we are capable of so much evil.

Unlike sheep, we can choose. 

Much Love  -TW

Are you a Victim?

What the hell is going on with our world today? Me2 Me2, someone once said I was pretty! Dammit, if you are ugly and someone calls you pretty, just face him or her face to face and tell him or her not to offend you. FFS! Really, is this what we have come to today?
I find it shocking that we are turning into a world full of pussies, and I don’t mean that in a good way.
“This man forced me into sex. He put his thing in my mouth and made me have oral sex with him.” This is from another me2 person going after a politician in Virginia.

I get that there might be overarching forms of bullying going on, but few men, smart men, would put themselves forcibly into a mouth full of sharp teeth! I guess a stupid man might, But he would only do it once.

Black Face

Until a few days ago, I did not know what that term was. I am not a spring chicken. Yes, I grew up in a time of minstrel shows and such. The last actor I saw portraying a black person was Neil Diamond in Jazz Singer. His friend Franklin Ajay (Bubba) gets him to perform in a black club. Everything is fine until one of the patrons spots his white palms and then all hell breaks loose!

Why, we are left to guess but the fight that ensues lands the band “The Four Brothers” in jail where Laurence Oliver playing Yussel’s father, ask him a question, which is probably the best line in the whole movie… “Isn’t it tough enough being a Jew?”

If you were to ask a black activist (Al Sharpton) about this, they (he) would most certainly spin this as more white hatred of the black people.

I do not deny racism, I am calling into question who the racist is.

In the 1980 movie, when one of the patrons sees his white palms, and calls him out, the writer gives him the line. “That ain’t no brother, that’s a white boy!” Over this observation, the place erupts into violence, even though the performance up to that time was a success.

• Was the writer a racist?
• Were the patrons in that time racist to the point of destroying the club to harm the entertainer?
• Was this scene indicative of the time?
• What period was this supposed to happen in, wait the 80’s…

I have been in Black Clubs in the ’80s as a white person. My company transferred me to Houston to take over as a manager of a department. My black employees invited me for drinks after work one day. They did not tell me it was a black club. I was new to Houston and certainly had no idea that the Palomino was a black club. Folks, I saw none of this. We had a great time, I had many dancing partners that evening, and I cemented many long-term friendships that have lasted through the ages.

Another of my employees at a different company brought me to a gay bar, after work. Same response. At the end of the day, I went home without a date, as I was not looking for one. There was already someone in my life.

Was I a victim?

Some could proffer the argument that they set me up. They knew things that I did not and put me into an uncomfortable situation for their amusement. Much to their chagrin, I was not nervous. I can handle myself, even if things had gotten out of hand. They did not, however; get out of hand as in both clubs people were nice and accepting of me.

They knew I wasn’t black but they did not know if I were straight or gay. Can you not go into a club like this as a “person,” and just enjoy the company of other people, without identifying as straight, white, or black?

In many of my novels, I talk about labels, and how my characters abhor them. I won’t go into details here. We are all the same when it comes to race. We are the “human race.” Our sexual identity is also not that distinct from one another, as we all start our life as a girl. Men have nipples, look it up!
You would be shocked if I told you how offended some men can be when I point out that little fact. Own who you are. Celebrate diversity, and don’t you use it as a way to divide us.
In Tipping Point, I make the argument that we should all strive to look at each other as human beings and not look for that which divides us. This is a common theme in a few of my novels.
Last evening at a writers meeting we got into a conversation about art. I mentioned that one of my instructors was incredibly opinionated. She was very good as an artist. Excellence at what we do tends to breed a certain hubris that I take umbrage with. I don’t care who you are or what you have done, you are no better than I am and I am no better than you are.

This instructor had a certain mindset including which paints you do not use. There are brushes, and so on that, you had best not bring to her class.
Early on, we were asked what got us into painting in the first place.
Without hesitation, I spoke the truth. Bob Ross.
OMG, you would have thought I had just pissed in their Wheaties.
Some of her requirements for the class are that you mix your own colors and, this is right.

Never use paint straight from the tube…blah blah…

This person was rather high strung and had little tolerance for not doing things “her way.”

Why Bob? Why do I still to this day, hold him in high esteem?
In thirty minutes using basic colors and skills, he manages to create beautiful paintings that set the stage for most of us to escape into. We imagine our bare feet on the lush grass, or perhaps swimming in the lake, as we feel the fresh water on our bodies. Just maybe we think of ourselves laying in that field among the happy trees, looking at the “happy clouds” or other things, which could be happy accidents.
Why Bob? Why not Bob. What a gentle soul and kind spirited man. What a great role model for us to all aspire to. The barbs were too much for me, so I searched high and low for “flesh colored” paint. I also found a two-inch brush, to top it off, ordered a shirt with Bob Ross on the front. The bully of the art world had met her match!
When you are painting portraits as she was teaching us to do, there is indeed, only one way to get it right and flesh colored paint is not it. That is why I had to search to find it. I wanted to make a point, graciously.

As I sat there with my two-inch brush and a dab of flesh colored paint on my pallet, we were instantly in a standoff. She knew that I was taking her to task. “Your opinion is just that, an opinion!”

“Don’t mock those that you don’t agree with.”

Had Bob not made it appear so easy, I might never have purchased the stuff to give it a go. My portraits sell all over the world, and I have her to thank for that, but in truth,…Bob is who inspired me.
• Why did I tell this story of my art career?
• Does it fit into being a victim?
• How does it fit?

Last night when I was telling this story, one of my comrades took me to task. It would seem that referencing flesh colored paint was racist. “WTF? Are you kidding me? It says flesh on the tube, is Windsor Newton now a racist?” What is going on for this person to make such a ludicrous assertion?

Are you looking for ways to be a victim?

I don’t have a racist bone in my body. I dislike ignorance and those that act on it. My comrade had no clue what I was talking about. Had I been less sure of myself, I might have taken offense to that assertion, or worse, questioned my own stance on racism.
They assumed that flesh was “white flesh,” but in truth, it is a “base” with which you can add yellow ochre, burnt umber or pick your color, and make it any kind of “flesh” you choose.

Titanium white, yellow ochre, and alizarin crimson are also the beginnings of the base for flesh.

Do you believe everyone should be pure of heart and thought? Just possibly nobody should talk, or speak, write, text or communicate in any way so we don’t offend someone. Wait, if I don’t say hello when seeing you; is that communicating with you nonverbally. Is that not a way of telling you that you are so insignificant to me that I am not going to waste my breath to say hello? No, it says that I am so afraid of offending you, that by my acknowledging you that, you might find something offensive. FFS is that where we are.

I walked past a man leaving the bank the other day who gave me an eye roll, as we passed. What did that mean? Should I be offended? Was I not worth the time to at least say hello to? Did he not like white people? He was black, that must be it, he is racist, and that is why he rolled his eyes and did not say hello to me. I should write a column for the New York Times about how all black men hate white people because this one person rolled his eyes at me, instead of saying hello. I am a victim! His eye roll was offensive to me! How dare he not acknowledge me as his equal!

“Is this where we are?”

He was holding his phone and had an earbud in his ear. Is it possible he was talking with someone on his phone or listening to voicemail, and he eye rolled at what he was hearing?

I leave you with this thought….

Look for things we have in common instead of things that divide us. Start with the fact that we are the entire human race. The color of our skin, or sexual preference, is not something to divide us. Start out with respect for your fellow human traveler on this road of life, and the rest will be much easier.

“I just about hate to say this, and yes I am stealing the line from Pollyanna. Look for the good, and you will find it, look for the bad, and you will surely find that too.”
I could choose to ignore the phone, and the earbud, and think that person was anti-white, and use it to build a precept that all black men hate white people or….I could give him the benefit of the doubt.

Great minds discuss ideas. Those focused on petty things; discuss people and ways to be offended.

Rise above the fray, and lead by example.

BTW, my art instructor and I are the best of friends and have been so since I stood my ground and forced her to examine her own life. Bob, Kincaid, and others serve a purpose and they are no less relevant than Renoir, Picasso, or De Vince. While they would argue the fact that I put their names in the same sentence, neigh the same paper as Renoir; I would argue that Renoir never inspired me to go and purchase paints.
Much Love -TW

Did that tweet piss you off? #StopTheHate

In case you have not realized it yet, there are those on social media who have made a career out of being an activist for one cause or another.  It is also possible that they are paid to manipulate you too.

Then some trolls will take whatever side they need to, just to stir the pot.  We have seen this in a recent protest where hired protestors went to stir up the rest, whipping them into a frenzy, turning them into a violent mob.

No matter what happens in the world, some “person” will say something audacious to get a reaction. They do this for various reasons.  Some people are so narcissistic they do this just to get more followers. Some do it for much more deviant reasons.  Either way, you are being manipulated by these people.  They do it to push an agenda.

Case in point: Every time someone kills someone with a gun people scream for more gun laws. If the laws on the books are not working what would more of them accomplish?  Criminals don’t obey laws so more will not affect them.  Law abiding people obey laws!

Anyone with a brain knows that we need fewer criminals, not fewer guns.  Yet the people with an agenda will scream at the NRA or Trump supporters so they can further drive a wedge into the fabric of the USA.

If you respond in any way, you become manipulated and could become part of the problem.

Try this.  Find some of the most ridiculous tweets out there that just spew hatred.  Then look at their bio if they even have one, and then look at their tweets.  You will find that they have lots of followers and their tweets appeal to one group or another.  Further investigation will show that they are spewing out ignorant bigoted hate.  If they are white, they will be saying things that stir up white folks against any other race.  If they are black, the same thing, grouping all whites into the alt-right evil category.

You will also see trolls who get on sites and interject racial “alt-right or alt left” things that no sane person would say.  That tarnishes the entire assembly as many who read it will cluster the whole race into that one crowd.  They do it on purpose to stir up the vitriolic rhetoric, and to push racial division.  They also do it as a form of anarchy.

The racial split in the US is at an all-time high, and there are those that want it to be that way.  There are groups of elites who need the “herd” divided at all cost.  It makes no difference who gets hurt or who gets killed.  When a city gets burned down, it is excellent for them.  World news will cover it, and they get to push an agenda based on hate of one race for another, which is not true.  The story was fabricated for the sake of anarchy by the gods.

If they can motivate action by appealing to your emotions, they are ok with the consequences because the ends justify the means.  If a few people get killed, it is ok because that stirs the emotions even further. The death of few cops even better, because now, more people will hear about it and, more will become emotionally invested, thus pissed!

A logical debate will usually conclude with logical sane decisions.  Emotional chaos usually ends in war.  Diplomacy vs the sword.

They need the masses or “herd” divided because if we all truly united, we would see the enemy for who they truly are.  No, the gods have the masses killing one another, but the Elites or gods (little g) or to use a metaphor, The Great and powerful OZ is pleased. This is anarchy, which is what they are pushing. Trying to destroy the US from the inside out.  This is not only limited to the US but also to the rest of the “civilized world.”

If the governments of individual countries become feckless, then the stage is set for another more powerful government. It starts with destroying the fabric of a country, and that starts with its history or heritage.  Any of that sound familiar?

They use emotions in the form of greed and hate to destroy a country from the inside out.

When you respond to hate, you are doing their bidding.  Ignoring vile rhetoric is your best bet.  It is a lie and untrue.  The masses do not think the way that the gods would like you to believe they do.

Today in Turkey many lost their lives in a terrorist attack on a mosque.  Much like the church shooting in Texas, this is reprehensible. People will twist this story to play on the emotions of the herd.  If you are not agonizing in a very public way, you are an Islamophobe.  If you are distraught in an open way, you are an ISIS sympathizer. Which is all bullshit! “People” were killed needlessly and viciously, which pushes an agenda of the evil in this world.  This event will be used for propaganda by evil people.

One young lady with thousands of followers, turned the argument, making it a black vs. white thing here in the US. She is motivating blacks in this country who are outraged by the atrocity in turkey to refocus their hate against whites in this country.  Her tweets are vile, evil, hateful, rhetoric that appeals to many who follow her and retweet her.

It is illegal to incite violence, so one has to wonder why this hate speech is tolerated?  Why doesn’t twitter block her account?

I doubt that this young lady exists at all.  I would not at all be surprised to find that this is an account created by some Russian or another operative in another country maybe even North Korea, to continue to sow the seeds of hate and discontent.  The sentences strung together incorrectly, make me believe this as well.

Another trending subject is President Obama’s daughter smoking pot in college.  The conversation turned political by design, attacking the GOP for hating on his kid while simultaneously calling her behavior normal.  Translated, they are assigning the hate to older white Americans which of course is again bullshit.

What did the GOP have to do with it?  Nothing but it did not stop the vile tweets.  The facts don’t matter!

Where is she going to school?  What state is it?  Is pot legal there?  Is she breaking the law?

When you are the president of the US, you and your family are now examples to the world.  That is the argument that they should have been having, not that she is “normal.”  Define normal…

If you, in fact, use illegal drugs, you have blood on your hands.  Many unlawful activities must happen to get that drug to your supplier.  People die in masse regularly because of the drug trade.  If there were no demand, this would not be an issue.  In this instance, Malia may very well be part of the problem.

(I found pictures but they were too disturbing to post.)

While the fruit does not fall far from the tree, as President Obama himself smoked pot, nobody should be surprised, or care frankly.  None of us are perfect, and she has probably lived a life that she would not have chosen, much like being the child of a preacher. Just possibly she should choose her friends more carefully as she apparently has one that thinks tweeting out a picture of her smoking pot, will gain her some followers thus making her more famous.  Narcissistic much?

Drugs kill brain cells. As long as you know that, and are of legal age; enjoy your altered reality.  Before you do that however just possibly you should visit a “memory care” facility, for folks with dementia.  When you see what your future holds if you keep on that path, just possibly you might re-think being “normal.”

An Author who I enjoyed (Terry Pratchett) died of assisted suicide because he had early onset Alzheimer’s and did not want to go that way.  Did he do drugs? Who knows… Do drugs screw with your brain indeed your physical health; yes!

Our idols are not perfect by any stretch of the imagination.  We are not perfect.  When I was young, I admired many old film stars.  Now, not so much.  While iconic figures often grace the flat panel in my living room, I see them as flawed humans who possess the ability to read a script, regurgitate that text from writers like myself, and emote.  Nothing more.

They, on the other hand, see themselves quite differently.  To most of them they are gods and we the little people are insects.  We must pay homage to the gods of the silver screen or DC, pick you diety.

When you strip away the veneer of celebrity status, race, and economic status, quickly you will realize that they are no better than you.  In fact, the many that I know are somewhat narcissistic and can be slightly vapid when it comes to actual personality.  That comes with being full of yourself.

So many are in the herd are sycophants of these gods and would put up with much just to be around them.  Some “stars” tweet things as they are activist and realize that their celebrity status garners them the admiration of the masses, the little people or insects.  Trust me; you are either a god or an insect to them. Not all but most only care about your vote if they are a politician, or your patronage if you are moviegoer or a fan of their music or brand.   Of course, they also need your adulation and worship to feed their ever-growing ego.

The antagonist or anarchist uses social media as a weapon against this country and others taking anything that someone of note might say or do, and twisting it into something to manipulate the masses dividing them or even getting them to hate their president.

Propaganda or lies made up to appear as facts are not a new phenomenon either.  All through history those with means have started rumors through loose talk, to control of the media, to now managing the conversation on social media.

Indeed there is a complete science regarding controlling the media and the conversation.  PR firms make big dollars controlling the masses.

One of the news anchors on MSNBC was taped telling her cohort that they tell the American People what to think. Can you imagine the ego that this person has to even think that much less say it out loud!  Sadly it is true in many cases, the media is biased and does tell people what to think.

Social media sites should be geographically isolated making it harder for people in other countries to effect change in another countries conversations.  That might make it easier to figure out who the bad actors are.  The recent revelation regarding Russian intervention on Facebook should have been an eye-opener for the staunchest of liberals.

Any tweet should be branded with which country it came from.

North Korea knows this all too well, that is why nothing of the “civilized world” gets into that country. The people are controlled as tightly as possible through strict means. Since we have access to 24X7 cable TV, the internet, radio not only standard stuff but shortwave and satellite we must be controlled with our emotions on the most popular media which is sadly Twitter, and Facebook!  More people watch the comedians at night mistaking it for news, and the comedians know this and again push some agenda in the form of entertainment.  It is propaganda, half-truths, and outright lies.

The NFL who would love not to be in the spotlight for their player’s activist views is also being played into pushing an agenda based on lies.  Again pushing an agenda dividing the herd into groups by racial lines.  They are an unintended consequence of racial strife perpetrated by bastardizing the facts.

If you are pissed, you are being played.  The Wizard is still pulling strings, making the puppets dance and most of the herd are clueless.

What can you do to fight back?

• Realize when you are being played.
• If your emotions are tweaked, you are being played.
• Republish this article.
• Tell folks what I just told you.

Education is power, and this is part of that education.  Once you know their game, you can defeat the wizard. You can pull the curtain back and see him or her as the megalomaniac curmudgeon that they indeed are.   Together we can #stopthehate.  The gods will not like this as they need us to hate.

Guard your emotions, my friends.

Much Love TW