Posts Tagged ‘humanity’

It’s early morning and I haven’t slept. I’m pondering the outcome of “our” election. The sun came up as usual and my daughter’s cat is being annoying—as usual, so nothing, at this point has changed. I’ve been reading Facebook posts. The reactions are weighed down on opposite sides of the spectrum.

In my opinion, others have voted in a hypocrite, which is the worst kind of liar, but there is nothing I can do about him.

That being said…

My world is my own. I will remain true to who I am. I will oppose all those who try to take away my rights. I will step up and solidify my community’s security by keeping an eye out for anyone being a bigoted, homophobic, misogynistic, xenophobic, racist bullies and put my life and integrity in the line of fire to keep this “leader’s influence from touching my neighbors, family and friends. I have and will always help a stranger either by donating food and or money. People who suffer and are afraid, have me on their side. People who are targeted because of their religion or skin color are, always in my eyes, my brothers and sisters related by our bond as human beings collectively.

I want to rant and vent. I want to scream and punch my punching bag until it’s nothing but a dangling piece of fabric.

What good would that do?

The sooner I move on spiritually, the better off I will be.

I’ve always believed, that no matter how bad something is, there is an inexplicable reason for it. And, some of the time,  we won’t know why until after we’ve moved on from life on earth to review our challenges and lessons. So, God bless us all. (My God. Not yours.) I really hope people were right about him.  Time will tell.

I have a lot of personal experience dealing with a narcissist, racist, paranoid, money hungry man who objectifies women. He is a great liar. If you were to meet him, you would think me and my siblings were crazy for arguing against him being a good guy. Jokes are a way to be himself without committing to his beliefs.  My mother didn’t leave him even though he made is job infidelity and self-indulgence. Despite his attempts at bringing down our self-esteem and following his circle of hate, we his children, broke free.

Because of what we endured growing up, we see life in a grander spectrum. We know truth and we know lies. They are easy to differentiate. Twenty-five years of being lied too straight in my eyes gives me that skill.

When I watch Trump’s body language and listen to his speeches I see nothing but a bully who has used his name to abuse and take from others all his life. The man is 70 years old. He is the basic dirty old man who refuses to progress into the modern world where women are not objects for men to ogle and use against their will. Of course we had to make a law against it — obviously not everyone got the memo.

I find it hilarious that people believe that he heard something said as truth when in reality he was the one who said it earlier in the day. People are giving the voices in his head credibility and that alone is scary. How does his nonsense get passed people? Why do people let his atrocities slide? I wonder what happened to them to skew their perception of truth. He is the “poster boy for what not to be” and people want him running our country.

It’s really sad that some people will vote for him because he is the republican party leader. And if Charles Manson were to become a republican candidate some people would vote for him too.

Hillary may not be pristine, but she owns a moral compass and will fight for us as a whole and not divide us as a people as Trump has already begun to do. The fact that he says he has more respect for women and to say the things he says about them, the way he treats them, and how he has disrespected his wives, makes me cringe. If his declaration were in anyway true, we as fifty percent of USA population, are fucked.

Wake up!!!! He doesn’t want to make America Great again. He wants to make America his latest conquest and profit off of us. He talks about righting the wrongs of past presidents and yet he wants to go back to policies that had the middle class struggling and the poor destitute.

He talks about giving the wealthy tax breaks so they offer more jobs, trickle down their profits to help the rest of us? The wealthy have so much money they have rooms for their cars, change their toilet bowls as often as they change toilet paper, wipe their asses on gold quilted hankies, have lunch in Paris and Dinner in Italy and yet I have yet to see them make any difference in the rest of the population’s lives. So don’t tell me his policy is to help the rest of us. That’s plain bullshit. (There are a couple of those wealthy people who do share the wealth, but those are the ones who Trump is not talking about. If he did, he’d have to admit shame.)

I can’t really speak about his other policies since he has yet to say what they are. Does he think if he becomes president Isis will turn tail? Hah. They want him to become president. He will be the perfect poster boy for recruitment!

Did you hear what he said about that city in Syria? A question about being a humanitarian? “What do you think is going to happen if Aleppo falls?” she asked.

Trump responded: “I think Aleppo is a disaster, humanitarian-wise. … I think that it, basically, has fallen.”  So basically he said screw them. He doesn’t believe in trying to help all those children being turned into red mist by Russia’s bombing. What a true humanitarian.

All the while trying to divert the question to his own agenda about Clinton as secretary of state making decisions with Obama when she wasn’t even Secretary of state at the time. And people ate up is false diversion geez!

Going to end this for now. Getting a headache just thinking about how easily people are willingly misguided.

Do you know what I do? I create. I flesh out fantastic characters and make you fall in love with them, hate them, want to kill them, feel sorry for them, protect them and so on. We are talking about people who don’t exist…Or don’t they?

Perhaps they exist inside of you and that’s why the connection is so real. Maybe they’re someone you know at a glance or intimately. You’ve seen those sad eyes before, felt the urge to take protect so profoundly, your heart rate increases and the surge of violence is barely controllable.

You cry from their loss because you have lost and know what it is to walk in a daze hoping it’s all a bad dream. That one day you’ll wake up and wholeness will be there again.

Doing this creating has made me a better person, a better listener and a more compassionate being. It has allowed me to follow the path in a person’s life and understand who they are now; it what brought them to this place in their life.

In return I learned and used the insight on myself.

I’ve had a few obstacles to cross in my life. Hard choices I had to make all simply deciding if I should walk or stand still. When I chose to stand still…I was forced to walk or simply die. So I walked. Unless you knew me before…you could not understand that great feat.

I started out creating stories as a way to escape. Now I write to learn about others so I may be a better person, a better listener, the hand to hold and the shoulder to cry on. And the best of all is the joy of living every day to the fullest.

Now when I’m met with a smile, I smile back and when I’m greeted by a cranky cashier, I smile gently and ask how they are doing today.

I am more than a writer…I am an observer of hidden souls.