Wordle # 585- The Sunday Whirl- Lesson on Personal Safety

boat* preserve* speak* resist* oil* fire* drive* fly* shoot* matter* close* right*



Nope! We weren’t going on a boat again. The kids got seasick the last time and learned nothing more than how to vomit over the railing without falling in.
We hadn’t saved enough money to fly anywhere so trapsing the Nature’s Wonders Club of 8-year-olds through our own local natural wonders seemed the best decision. One of the parents offered to drive us to the base of the trail leading to our famous woodland peak which was the tallest in our state.
I would carry a concealed handgun which I’d thoroughly oiled and loaded in private. It was likely I wouldn’t need to shoot it but having it was the wisest thing to do. Some of the parents may have objected but speaking to them about the value of guns in the wild was out of the question. Naive and ignorant of many topics concerning Nature and pro-active safety, discussing my decision would have complicated the matter and brought political resistance into play. Bears and ‘bad guys’ aren’t usually political, but they are, on occasion, more dangerous than those who are.

Now we are at a crime scene! Lights, rescue crews, and State Police surround my huddled, yet safe, group of 6. Professionals worked to preserve the drug evidence and are done with the questioning. We’d had a great time telling ghost stories and roasting marshmallows by the overnight fire, but on our way back in the morning, two men surprised us on the trail. They were most certainly drug smugglers who didn’t want any witnesses. My handgun saved us from certain death by wounding one and detaining the other. The kids had gotten more than a Nature training but a real-life lesson about not allowing strangers to get too close and that carrying a gun can be the right choice. Not one parent has complained about me carrying a gun since.





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RDP Friday-Waxy- 2/18/22 -Always Buy Locally

Welcome to RDP Friday- I’ve chosen a soft and simple word for you to have fun with-

Today’s RDP is  WAXY.


The candle vendor at the Farmer’s Market gave off odd ‘vibes’. She smiled too much, and her words were ‘waxy’ and insincere.

“These candles were made in my own kitchen by my grandmother.”

“They are lovely. Those pressed flowers decorating those jars, did you collect them yourself?”

“Oh, my grandchildren collected each one! It’s important to give children chores, don’t you agree?”

“Definitely.”

“We have goat milk soaps across the way at my daughter’s table too. They’re going fast! We didn’t raise the price even though inflation is after us all. What a terrible state of affairs. Don’t you agree?”

“Yes.”

“I have some ideas to change horrible policies in our schools and bring back prosperity to our town. Here’s my card, I’m running for the Planning and Zoning Board. We need new ideas, don’t you agree?”

Now her mannequin appearance and speech all made sense! She was a politician. She went on to tell me that she’d moved her family from the Capital City hoping to enact changes in ‘backward’ areas.
Ugh! I knew I smelled a condescending ‘Progressive Cancer’ carrier. Our town was becoming overrun with them these days.

After accepting her card and purchasing a pricy candle, I returned to my car. When I laid the candle on the seat, I noticed a tiny label. It read, Product of China.
I tossed the business card immediately in my trash and all I could do was sigh.
“Figures.”


The Blind Eye

It occurred to me this morning that being an apologist is a frustrating endeavor. In fact, I didn’t know the meaning of apologist, until my mother labeled me one, and I had to look it up.

apol·o·gist

noun \ə-ˈpä-lə-jist\

: a person who defends or supports something (such as a religion, cause, or organization) that is being criticized or attacked by other people

I’m often making arguments on Facebook about political issues. Seems many of our country’s core values and institutions have been under fire these days. Mostly, I endeavor to use humor and “tongue-in-cheek” phrases to point things out but, once in a while, I just say it.

I don’t consider that I am anti anything. I am pro on lots of things, though. It’s no coincidence, in my mind, that protect, starts with pro.

I’m not going to alienate, or bore you, with my causes. I want to point out that there’s a recurring theme that arises in the comments from others whom, insist upon, defining me as an alarmist.

My status, today, reads:

That moment when you perceive a “train wreck” event on the horizon…shout a warning… and are told you are paranoid. It’s befuddling, at the least, because you want to avoid the tragedy and also hope, on another level, that it can’t happen. Makes a lot of sense, to me now, why no one wants to talk about our national debt and the bankruptcy of our country.

This is the trouble with sounding alarms about difficult subjects. The people, one wants to “wake up”, often don’t want to know AND the ones, pointing things out, really hope they are not true.

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Now I ask you, the reader, how will any of our “issues” be resolved if we let those who have a “blind eye”, when it comes to trouble, shut us up or call our ideas (dismissively) paranoid?

Seems to me, the labeling of arguments, people, even sources, as wrong, is at the core of everything stagnating our country’s progress. Fear of labels has brought discussion and brotherhood to a standstill!

Our media, in my opinion, is the biggest troublemaker in all of this. The second biggest, are the busy, “sound bite”, consumers of the news.

My alarm today is a “wake-up call” in order to protect and produce active problem-solving which will foster our country’s progress.

Taglines and Snake Oil Sales

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*The story I’m about to tell is true and did happen. A few of the “facts” and observations have been made up for comic relief only and have nothing to do with my overall point:
While standing in line at Stop & Shop yesterday, I was watching the lady ahead of me as she checked out. As she pulled out her checkbook, the young clerk asked her for one of those dollar charitable donations.
“Do you want to support our troops for a dollar?”
This was the best “tagline” I’d heard in quite some time. ( A “tagline” ,or sales pitch, is designed to get folks to donate money usually by representing an idea that is inhumane not to agree with it. An example would be, “Do you want to end childhood hunger?” Who doesn’t?)
The lady had started to shake her head “No”. Then, she looked at the girl and her head bobbed back and forth. The tag line was working. This poor woman came into the store for toilet paper* and black olives* and had been placed in a position (in front of others) of being UnAmerican! I suspected, also, that the bobbing of her head was from John Philips Sousa’s ~Stars and Stripes Forever ringing in her ears.*
At least five long seconds passed before she answered, “Why not?”
The clerk thanked her and handed her a sheet of paper. It was a complimentary store coupon given to those who “buy in”. It had some other writing on it that may have described the cause but I couldn’t read it from where I stood. The lady readjusted her check total and left.

I was next. While my few items were being processed, my mind was on the trustworthiness of charities (That you know very little about.) and their standing, just above politicians from Chicago.
The clerk asked me, “Would you support our troops for a dollar?”
“Sorry, I DO support our troops but I make it a practice not to donate to any cause when I don’t know how it is run and how efficiently my hard earned money will be used. I am in a hurry and suspect you cannot offer me that paper with more information unless I donate, anyway.”
(BTW-Second best way to separate people from their money, is to rush them.)
As the girl handed me my change, she whispered without moving her lips, “I don’t blame you one bit.”

That young clerk’s comment re-enforced my faith that our kids’ futures are in good hands…their own.

As I stepped out of the store, into a gorgeous Autumn day, I thought, “Affordable Healthcare Act, now there’s a great tagline.”

 

Footnote~  Ha! After thinking more about this, I realized if I were on the store manager’s payroll, I would be exempt from this whole process. Gotta love when examples keep on giving!

Pride and Shame: Is that Diversity?

Anyone else “put off” by the raging efforts to educate people…apparently ignorant people…on diversity?

I’m not pleased by this approach, at all.

First, the masses are considered culturally “stupid” when workplaces insist upon this “training”. Sit, listen and learn, how to feel. Did you know, one is allowed to have racial pride only if they are a person of “color”?

Secondly, the whole effort, seems to me, an active work to divide us. It is pointing out differences rather than our common humanity. Oh yeah, I’ve never found a white citizen embraced by this method either … we are colorless but not shameless or blameless. 😦

Certainly, forcing it upon people adds a “warmth” hard to measure, as well.

The issue of compassion and understanding, had been addressed very well when I was a kid. Anyone remember the Golden Rule?

“Treat others the way we’d want to be treated.”

(Yes, there was and, still is, racial and gender inequality. It has come a long way. I think it is threatening to lose ground because white people fear being called racist or prejudice, if they want to have a share in diversity. We all know, white folks aren’t qualified to have an opinion.)

Makes me sadly aware that there IS a difference between ignorance and stupid!

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Political Correctness

Lesson One:

Republican “Blood from a Stone” Poem

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When mounting debt’s too hard to bear,

Think a happy thought.

When you have less and less to spare,

Think a happy thought.

No politician seems to care?

Think a happy thought.

     When everything gets more unfair,

Think a happy thought.

Responsible behavior rare?

Liberties are bought?

Karma shines a mighty glare.

so, Think this happy thought.

                                          Democrats can’t make you “share”,

Once nothing’s all you’ve got!