Joe Biden recently called Trump supporters “ugly people.” Oddly enough I wasn’t offended. Funny thing happened during the past four years as us “ugly people” seem to have come together in a common bond…..a love for our country. This country was formed by a bunch of rejects. People of all ethnicities coming together with a common goal; to experience freedom and opportunity. I hate the government. It’s the biggest threat to our freedom and on this Election Day I firmly believe our Constitution is at risk.

A funny thing happened in 2016. America elected a President with zero political experience. He was a successful businessman. His name is Donald J. Trump. Trump is a lighting rod. There is no grey area with this man. You either love or hate him. He’s a billionaire. Most of us are not. So how would this billionaire with zero political experience deal with becoming the most powerful man in the world? I’ll admit he is like a bull in a China shop. He didn’t back down. He took on everyone in Washington. He tells you what he is gonna do….he does it….then tells ya what he did. That is the formula of success for Donald Trump. People noticed. People reacted. People came together. It truly was one of the most amazing things I have ever witnessed in my life.

As an “ugly person” I am not judged. I am accepted. No one cares how much money I have or how I dress. I have always been a very insecure person. I have an incredible need to be loved and accepted. As a teenager I just wanted to be popular. I was class President my junior year but it still wasn’t enough. I felt alone. This may sound silly but you may be able to relate to this. I can’t dance. Not at all. I look like I need medical attention. I was VERY self conscious of this all my life. I didn’t want to make a fool of myself. I didn’t want people to make fun of me. I think a lot of people in this world feel alone. During the last four years something happened. No one can deny this. No one.

The “ugly people” came from EVERYWHERE!!! Rich, poor, black, white, male and female. Some are rednecks….some are fat….some are skinny…yet we share a common bond; a love of our country and freedom. It all came full circle when Donald J. Trump started to dance to the YMCA at the end of his rallies. He can NOT dance at all. He looks like the drunk Uncle at the wedding reception that is the first on the dance floor when the DJ plays “Old Time Rock and Roll.”

He just doesn’t care what people think. Suddenly everyone is doing the Trump Dance. I know it sounds stupid but it’s very important to me. After fifty six years on this planet I am able to dance. I still dance like shit but I really don’t care. This man deserves four more years. He has been through hell. He gets knocked down and he still gets up. He’s not perfect. No one but God is. Thank you Donald J. Trump for making me feel important. I’m proud to be an American. I’m proud that I can’t dance. I’m proud to be an “ugly person.”👇👇👇

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I’m fifty-six years old and enjoy being on social media. I have a twitter account, am on Facebook, do a weekly podcast and of course I have my blog that I thank you so much for reading. I mention my age for a reason. I’m not sure of what exactly happens on Facebook but all of a sudden some of my adult friends have been acting like a bad scene from “Beverly Hills 90210.” I understand that these times are tumultuous and people are on edge but why would anyone get angry over the opinion of someone else? If you are confident of YOUR belief then shouldn’t you feel sorry for the person of different opinion?

If you are familiar with Facebook then you are aware of how to drop “friends.” You highlight their profile, click on the mouse a few times and they are now eliminated. It’s quite similar to getting a ride home from Aaron Hernandez. Facebook teaches you a lot about who your “true” friends are. One weekend, as a kid, my father was in the basement saying “fuck” a lot. That meant he was working on the washing machine. Dad liked to give life advice while he was doing this so I made my way into the utility room. Within five minutes Dad told me; “You watch…later in life you will be able to count your true friends on one hand.” Then he lost his grip on the ratchet and slammed his hand against the agitator and yelled “Son of a Bitch!!!”

A few days ago I was looking at my friends list on Facebook and noticed more than a handful of people had “dropped me as a friend.” I was taken aback at first. I used to work in the radio business for close to thirty years. Some of these folks were colleagues and people that tried to HIRE me. I paused…took a breath…..and thought back to what my dad told me when I was a kid. Then I laughed and said “Son of a Bitch!!”

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These are turbulent times my friends. I took a moment to shut off the news and reflect upon my journey in life. Tomorrow is not guaranteed. I have become much more aware of that fact as life continues to pass on by. I was an only child and I was a handful. I challenged everything someone would say….a trait that continues today. I had wonderful parents…thankfully Mom is still alive today. Times were different back then. There was no such thing as “time out.” Each of my parents had their preferred punishment weapon. Dad liked the belt and Mom knew how to work that wooden spoon.

I still shudder at the sound I would hear from the kitchen when I would push Mom too far. The opening of the drawer beneath the microwave…then the sound of her fumbling through the kitchen utensils….suddenly the noise stops…..she has found her weapon of choice….THE WOODEN SPOON!!!

She spins like Wyatt Earp at the OK Corral….we make eye contact….she raises her weapon (which oddly enough was being used to stir spaghetti sauce just twelve hours ago) and makes her approach to “teach me a lesson.” I immediately run towards the circular dining room table. I use the table like a blocking sled to stay away from her boisterous advance. Suddenly I trip in my “stocking feet.” Mom straddles me like a LA cop. All of a sudden I feel like “Rodney King Light.” Good thing I ran Mom around the dining room table to tire her out. She only beat me for about ten minutes. Then she stood up and said “I’m gonna reheat yesterday’s spaghetti…want some?” Compared to 2020….that seems pretty normal to me.

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I spend a lot of time on the internet. I read a lot and do a superfluous amount of research and it just doesn’t add up. Many polls have Joe Biden with a ten point lead as we approach the two week countdown to Election 2020. It doesn’t make any sense.

If you have listened to my podcast then you are well aware of the allegations against Hunter and Joe Biden. I told you about this in March of 2020. It now appears that Joe Biden used his drug addicted son to launder money from Ukraine. Is that a surprise to you? That’s just one of the reasons the swamp needs to be drained. How come the Biden camp has not refuted the existence of the laptop allegedly belonging to Hunter? I have been accused of things I did not do and I made enough noise to wake the dead.

Sleepy Joe tried to use the Chinese Plague as an excuse to hide in the basement and to stop the successful Trump rallies. Trump knows how to adapt and he started doing rallies outside at various airports. The sight of Air Force One behind the podium as he speaks to the massive amount of supporters gives me chills. Thanks for helping the Trump brand, Sleepy Joe.

Look….Trump is an acquired taste. He’s not for everyone but I go to sleep at night knowing my President will protect the United States of America and protect our Constitution. I don’t have to worry about him making backdoor deals with countries only for personal benefit. If Joe Biden does not care about his drug addicted son then why should he care about you?? He shouldn’t….he doesn’t….and he won’t!!!

Last Friday was very emotional for anyone that has a heart and a conscious. It was the nineteenth anniversary of the attack on the World Trade Center by Islamic terrorists. One of my most vivid memories of that time was actually September 12, 2001 and beyond. No one cared about what color your skin was or what God you worshiped. There was one race….the human race. People were flying American flags outside their cars. Today there are those that choose to burn and stomp on that very same flag. The police and fire departments across the nation were hailed as heroes. Today they are randomly attacked by members of Black Live Matter and Antifa. I’m tired of the disrespect and rioting and vandalism. Our country has been taken over from within by various social terrorist organizations. There comes a time when people have had enough and they start to fight back to protect their family and property. That time is now.

It’s not going to get any better until we get tough. This past weekend two Los Angeles police officers were shot in the face for doing nothing but protecting citizens of their city. These thugs and animals then proceeded to block the entry of the emergency vehicles to the local hospital while yelling “We hope they die.” This is not “protesting.” It’s the deepest level of barbaric behavior that has no place in a civilized society.

How many more buildings will be set on fire? How many more stores will be destroyed? How many more members of the Police will be injured during these senseless criminal activities? What we allow we teach. It’s time for this parade of fools to end. Let’s take back our country. Let’s really show others that we never forgot!!

death-penalty

Funny thing that happens as you get older….you actually do get smarter.  Knowledge is the key to faith and in order to obtain knowledge you have to seek wisdom.  When you are open to obtaining wisdom you must realize that you may understand things that used to confuse you and your opinions on “things you have figured out” might just change.  That happened to me recently on my view of the death penalty.

I recently took a two week sabbatical away from the news and social media and I read the Bible.  Parts of the Old Testament were not easy for me but it answered a lot of questions that I had been pondering.  I used to be for the death penalty but now I am against it.  First of all the criminal justice system fails more than you know.  A LOT of people incarcerated are the victims of a bad judge, a greedy prosecutor and an inexperienced defense attorney or a combination of all three.  If innocent citizens are in jail then there is a pretty good chance an innocent life has already been taken.

You may argue in the Bible it says “An eye for an eye.”  It also says “Turn the other cheek” and “Vengeance Belongs To God.”  We are not God.  We should not play God.  For these simple reasons I believe life was given by God and shall be taken by Him as well.  Thanks for reading.

Trust

Like a baby that doesn’t know the meaning of “hot” until they burn their hand on a stove, one doesn’t truly appreciate the meaning and value of the word “trust” until you have been misled, burned, lied to or a combination of all three.  Luckily I have suffered through a numerous number of these episodes so that I can speak with confidence about how valuable and rare trust actually is.

Trust is earned.  It’s not something like a coupon for a five dollar pitcher of beer some local pub hands out to fans leaving a sporting event.  Think about your first day on the job.  Your employer will never be nicer to you than on that first day.  Three months later your supervisor is yelling at you in their office because they lost the “McPherson Project.”

Trust comes with time.  Think about the friends you had in your twenties and the friends you have today.  If one or more has survived then it’s probably because you trust them.  I have a close bunch of friends today and a lot of them are my family and they are few in number because the others violated my trust.  I was lied to, screwed over, used, taken advantage of…..you name it and I can name someone that did it to me.  I’m not the victim.  I was actually blessed to realize I don’t want or need these people in my life.

Trust actually defines the soul of the person.  I will be honest.  In my twenties I only cared about myself.  I would never extend my trust to a person like that.  Luckily we have time to learn and change.  It is during this time I think you develop your character.  Every day is an opportunity for you to grow.  Time doesn’t slow down when you get older….it actually seems to accelerate.  Take a moment today to do a self reflection on yourself.  Should YOU be trusted??  If not….you still have time to make that change.

 

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Hopefully you had a great Mother’s Day.  You will hear from a woman that had her salon shut down by the Feds.  MORE reasons we nee less government.  You will hear from Tara Reade who accuses Joe Biden of sexual assault. 🦾🦾🦾 The FBI ruined the life of Michael Flynn–are we next?  A GREAT call off the comment line.  A NFL player and his brother get caught naked in bed with a woman and more!! ⚡⚡⚡

 

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2020 world

The re-opening of America has begun.  Fifty states….fifty governors…..fifty different ideas.  Some states will not be open until the end of June.  Some people wear masks.  Some people don’t.  We are not United….we have become the Divided States of America.

I’m gonna be fifty-six in a few weeks.  My habits and opinions have been formed and they are not gonna change.  I am in a high risk group and I don’t want to wear a mask.  I don’t like one way aisles in the grocery store.  I am anti-social by nature but I will never get used to social distancing.  I’m in my basement and I don’t really want to be a part of the world that awaits me outside of my home.

Sports have been cancelled.  The NFL season is in jeopardy.  There are rumors that the games will be played in empty stadiums.  I don’t want that.  I want the way it used to be.  I want it to be familiar to me.  I don’t want to adapt to the “new rules” and I won’t.  Some people will have a problem with what I say but a funny thing happened while I was getting older—suddenly we all don’t give a shit.  It’s refreshing.  All of a sudden you don’t have to keep track of all the lies you told to protect someone’s feelings.

I think this restart is gonna be a disaster.  No one is even close to being on the same page and everyone changes what they believe or what they want enforced on a daily basis.  I’m not sure what the future will bring so I am going back to what I know.  I am going back to what got me through fifty-five years on this earth.  I’m going back to the way I lived life in 2019.  Be safe friends.