Buckle up, here comes a truth bomb!

I saw this the other day and had to share it! It embodies my thoughts on these things very well, even though I didn’t write it. Credit goes to the author, LaMonte M. Fowler.

I feel the need to drop a little truth on y’all. So buckle up…I’m about to be politically incorrect. 

We don’t need to take America back. No one stole it. It’s right here…you’re sitting in it. Chillax. 

Mexico isn’t going to pay for the wall and we’re not going to deport millions of people and break up families. If you think either one is a good idea, you’re not smart and probably not a person I want to hang out with.

We don’t live in a democracy. Technically we are a Federal Republic. But in reality we are ruled by an oligarchy. If you don’t know what that is, look it up. Reading will do you good. You probably need to do more of it.  

FoxNews, CNN, and MSNBC have an agenda and are not “fair and balanced” or in any way unbiased. I’ll reiterate…read more. Read newspapers (even online ones). Read lots of opinions and sources and then (stay with me here), THINK! Form your own opinion based on as many facts as your can brain can tolerate.  

Speaking of facts…there actually is a difference between facts, opinions, and propaganda. You should learn the difference. (Another opportunity to show off your mad reading skills.) 

Science is real. We know things because of science. Don’t be afraid of it. You have an iPhone and Facebook because of science. It’s your friend.  

Global warming or “climate change” as the cool kids call it IS REAL. Anyone who tells you it’s not real is not a smart person and probably should not be dressing themselves or caring for children.  

Racism exists. And you are probably a little racist and should work on that. Seriously.  

American Christians are not under attack. We are not being persecuted. We wield so much power in this country that politicians pretend to be Christian just so we will vote for them. No one is trying to take your bible away from you. The gay people are not destroying our families—we don’t need any help from them, thank you. We do a fine job of that by ourselves. So stop saying we are persecuted. You sound stupid.  

Poor people need help. If you’re not helping them but complaining about how the government helps them with your money you are not a nice person.  

Be nice to the people who teach your children. Don’t send them nasty emails or yell at them. Their job is 10,000 times harder than your stupid job. You are not a professional educator so just shut your mouth and be thankful someone is willing to teach your offspring.  

You don’t know what Common Core is. You think you do, but you don’t unless you’re a teacher. So stop complaining about math problem memes on Facebook. You can’t do the math anyway.  

ISIS is not an existential threat to the United States. We do not need to rebuild our military. Our military is the strongest, scariest, most badass killing machine the world has ever seen. So stop being afraid and stop letting politicians and pundits scare you.


Guns do in fact kill people. That’s what they are designed to do. If you feel you need a gun to protect yourself in America, you are probably living in the wrong neighborhood and should move before you go out and buy a gun. There are like a billion places to live where you won’t need a gun, or even need to lock your front door.  

If you do own a gun, then make sure you know how to use it really, really, really well. Seriously…get some training because you still don’t know how to record stuff with your DVR. Go to the gun range and shoot the thing a lot. Learn how to clean it properly and be able to disassemble it and reassemble it with your eyes closed. It’s a freaking gun and it deserves that level of care, proficiency and respect. And for God’s sake, keep it locked up and away from your kids.  

If you are even a little bit crazy, sad, or pissed off…you shouldn’t have a gun. And the Founding Fathers would totally agree with me.  

Stop being suspicious of American Muslims. I guarantee the guy sitting next to you in the cubicle at work is probably more of a threat to you than any Muslim. He has to listen to your uninformed ranting day after day and has probably already imagined very colorful and creative ways to end you.  

Rush Limbaugh, Sean Hannity, Glenn Beck, and all the rest are ENTERTAINERS! Stop getting your opinions from them. (Here’s where that reading thing can really be an advantage.)  

Stop sharing Facebook memes that tell me to share or else Jesus won’t bless me with a laundry basket full of cash. That’s not how prayer works. And I don’t want money delivered (even from God) in a laundry basket. Nobody ever washes those things out and they just keep putting nasty dirty clothes in them. Yuck!  

We are the United States of America and we can afford to house every homeless veteran, feed every child, and take in every refugee and still have money left over for Starbucks and a bucket of KFC.  

Unless you can trace your family line back to someone who made deerskin pants look stylish and could field dress a buffalo, you are a descendent of an immigrant. Please stop saying that immigrants are ruining our country. Such comments are like a giant verbal burrito stuffed with historical ignorance, latent racism, and xenophobia all wrapped in a fascist tortilla.  

That’s all for now. I feel better.  

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Are you aware of Autism?

Yesterday was Autism awareness day. This time last year Diddle didn’t have her diagnosis yet, but I could see the signs.  I spent many a night crying and wondering if I’d ever hear her say “mama” or “I love you”. She was just shy of 2 years old, and still hadn’t spoken a recognizable word. My awareness of Autism was limited to the signs and symptoms, and fears about how hard this “disability” was going to be on our family.

This year, Diddle calls me “my mom” (she got that from the movie “Home”), tells me “I love you” and much more! Most of what she says is descriptive, she isn’t yet using words to communicate how she feels or what she wants, but she has a large vocabulary. But now, my “Autism Awareness” is different. I’m more aware of the entire picture, and the beauty of Autism, and less aware of the challenges. Every day I see her Autism, and every day it makes me smile. It’s not a disability or disease, it’s a gorgeous and fun part of who she is. Like her vocal stim for instance. “Diddle-iddle-iddle-iddle-iddle…” it’s kinda like a stutter I guess, it’s freakin’ cute, and it’s where her nickname comes from.  Her love of numbers, letters, patterns, order and routine (similar to OCD) is so fun to observe. Sure, her “symptoms” do make it harder for her in some areas of life, but we ALL have challenges in something or another.  

Autism awareness –  how aware are you? Are you aware of the beauty in Autism? There’s a lot, look for it and you’ll see.  🙂


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New Chapter, New Blog

As facebook becomes more and more cluttered with nonsense and scams, clickbait and drama (or maybe it’s not, maybe I’m just noticing it more), I’m looking for a way to move away from that particular site. I’ve attempted this before. I blush to admit that it never lasted. “All my friends are on facebook, I could never keep in touch with them all otherwise!” That was my biggest excuse. But over the past few years I’ve realized that most of the people I call “friends” on facebook, I don’t really know anything about, they know very little about me, and our social interaction is limited to “likes”, “shares” and maybe an occasional comment. Facebook has become more image/video sharing and less real life news about people we care about. And that’s great when you’re just looking to laugh and enjoy some pics and vids, but it’s not working so well for documenting my life. I can’t ever find my real life posts among all the shares! 😛  So, my solution is to remove the temptation of sharable purdies.

This works better for writing long pieces anyway. I’ve gotten used to posting short and cryptic posts, and I’ve lost some of my touch for full articles.

I’m starting a new chapter in my life. It’s been in the making for a few years now, old walls crumbling, foundations being rebuild, priorities changing, realizing how short and precious life really is, and the realization that the only time I have to make something of myself, is now. For over 3 decades I’ve been living my life to please other people. I was a chameleon, changing into what I thought people wanted me to be. On the outside anyway. On the inside, no one knew who I was. Not even me.

Over the past few years I’ve come to terms with the years of myself I’ve thrown away on a series of acts for other people’s benefit, and I’m slowly searching out who I really am. I’m just barely scratching the surface, but I’ll get there. Will you be around for the journey? 😉