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!

The Sweet Spoils of Outrage

I am very close to being outraged.

The act of outrage…yes, act is what it is most often…is an outrageously common occurrence.

In the area of human nature, there is a no more uncluttered petri dish than a child day care. I observe the most elemental parts of the human psyche daily.

Today, I foolishly engaged in a debate with a person who posted his own political commentary with his primary source, The Huffington Post.  (Stop groaning…I know who you are!)
I am a conservative leaning person. I am a republican. I’ve been told that I am naive, but I believe all political factions want what’s best for our country.

Disclaimers made, my interaction with this fellow American, who started his statements “You right-wingers…”,  was quite interesting. His “outrage” was over the current Rush Limbaugh controversy. (Ever realize how everything is either a controversy or crisis these days?)

I told him that I’d prefer that each individual decided to listen to him or not. I also said that I hadn’t listened to him in 2 years because I had decided he was a sexist creep. My biggest problem with this “liberal leaning” fellow’s opinion  was his inference that Limbaugh-Gate was the biggest problem our nation faces and that until he was proverbially “hung from a yardarm” our nation could not carry on its business.

My own comment follows:

I prefer that people use their own judgement. I stopped listening to Rush 2 years ago after a very sexist,and insensitive comment let me know he was a creep.
It always worries me when the “outraged” people want to draw their own line on what is acceptable in the face of free speech. I believe there is an underlying assumption that “outraged people” know what’s best for the masses. That thinking is distasteful to me. ♥

He retorted another text about those who divide us.


Starting an informative dialog with “You right-wingers” apparently missed his divisive meter.

Now for the child’s tantrum which made this post happen:

Sally got off of the preschool bus and came into my kitchen as my “all dayers” were finishing some hot chocolate. She very rudely demanded hot chocolate and was told, not now, lunch was approaching and besides, she had not asked politely.

Sally started crying and was ignored. Sally left the room and began screaming. “The dog is eating my bear toy! {tears…deep breathed growls…screeches}STOP HIM!”

I entered the room as the dog walked away from the bear. I was unsure if he ever touched it.

Sally’s screams of outrage continued. “It’s ruined! I’m telling my mom! Can I HAVE hot chocolate?!!!”

BINGO! The sweet spoils of outrage!

What does outrage do for us?

  • changes the subject
  • gets immediate full attention
  • gives us an opportunity to sneak our agenda into consideration.

From the example of babes, I now get the full picture.

From here on, I’m going to avoid the habitually outraged in order to talk with adults.

Overheard at My Own Funeral Service

She wants us to have a party!

Comments overheard:

“It’s going to be awfully quiet around here from now on.”

“What the heck will I do for child care?”

“The Depends stock will plummet!”

“You mean I’LL have to help my kids with school projects!”

“Don’t know if I’ll ever be able to drink a Twisted Tea again.”

“No more laughs at family gatherings.”

“I heard that she donated her body to science!”

“Where did all these people come from?”

“Why is American Pie playing?”

“Massachusetts could not afford to lose a republican.”

“In lieu of flowers, she wants us to give a donation to her granddaughter’s college fund.”

“Who’ll find my socks?”

“I smell pine needles.”

“Might as well become a vegetarian, the beef industry lost its biggest customer.”

” When I see a red-winged blackbird, I’ll know she’s here.”

“Dibs on her Star Trek collection!”

“Watch out Jordan, you will be haunted!”

“Are there trees in heaven?” “There are now.”

“Now who will be my “phone a friend” when I’m on a quiz show?”

“Who would have considered blogging could be fatal?”

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