Done with Liberal Lies!!!

I am so tired of liberals propagating these lies about conservatives all in the name of “love” and “tolerance” when they have no idea what conservatives actually believe.  I could not let the following illustration shared by a “friend” go.  The original wording is in black, the truth I know is in orange.  Sorry if it’s hard to read. Highly recommend doing this if you haven’t.  It’s very therapeutic.

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My Convo w/Liberal Protestor

When it comes to questioning my liberal friends on what they believe politically and why, I have kind of given up.

In past I’ve found myself correcting liberal friends on their interpretation of conservatism.

“Sometimes I think I’m a conservative at heart because I’d be ok with exterminating certain parts of our population.”

Nope.

That’s historically been a liberal, big-government (aka commie) stance.  Not conservative.

Might want to look that up.

“I’m a liberal because I believe in the little guy, not big government.”

Uh…nope.

That’s a conservative tenant.

After a while, you just feel like an asshole which is why I don’t dare broach my liberal friends lists of grievances with Trump.

Until Today.

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Reasons Your Protests Piss Me Off

32483165902_84555d0665It seems there have been a lot of women protesting against Donald Trump over the weekend.

As I scroll through photo after photo of friends holding protest signs littered on my Facebook feed, I began to realize these people piss me off.

It’s nothing personal against any individual.  It’s not even the vagina hats.

I’m pretty sure it’s the fact that they are able to march through the streets revered by the media and unscathed by their government.

When I marched against government spending back in 2009, I would have never dreamed of posting a picture of myself at the protest to any social media platform.

I couldn’t.

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The Truth About “White Privilege”

19472064300_e264870aaf_bAs a mom, the phrase, “white privilege” infuriates me.

It angers me as a mom to white children; but it may make me more angry about the message it sends to our black children.

“White Privilege” tells black children (all black children) that they are victims and that their starting point is from behind.

“White Privilege” tells white children (all white children) that they don’t have to try as hard and that they have advantages other children don’t.

Both are a lie.

Neither message is one that ANY parent, teacher, coach or mentor ever wants instilled in a child whose future they care about.

It begs the question:  why are we allowing our children, with brains not yet fully formed, to be fed this negative and defeat-driven message?

It’s bullshit.  And, we need to stop.  We need to pull our heads out of the ass of the 1950’s, move into the future and use language that lifts up ALL of our children.

We need to flip the discussion.

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Hillary Clinton has publicly and broadly deemed half of all Trump supporters as “deplorable” calling them racists, sexists, homophobic, Islamophobic and Xenophobic.

I, personally, am not so arrogant or desperate for power that I would ever feel comfortable demonizing that many people all in one broad stroke.

What I am quite sure of and desperate about is the state of the country that I love and its’ citizens who are being demonized and called the worst names possible by the most powerful leaders in our country in what, I can only assume, is an effort to divide us so that they can gain power.

That, Ms. Clinton, is what is truly deplorable.

Americans are reeling from eight years of extremely slow and uncertain economic growth.  Conservative Americans who were already fed up with the spending under the Bush administration are now having to sit back and take it while the debt sky rockets even more from the $10.6 T  at the beginning of Obama’s term to an estimated $22T by the time he leaves office.  All of this, while being called racists, bigots and homophobes just for wanting more certainty and a different economic direction.  What a fun ride this has been.

So, what Hillary Clinton just assured with this “deplorable” statement is that not only will the out-of-control spending continue, so will the bullying of Americans.

The irony, I believe, in Clinton’s statement is that it is that kind of demonizing of Americans that led to Trump in the first place.

I don’t like Trump.  He scares me.  And, I think he’s a bully.  But, I think Clinton is a bigger bully.  And, I absolutely believe that’s why Trump is the nominee.  You don’t call in the quiet nerd to beat up the bully who’s been kicking your ass in the school yard.  You call a bully.  And, you just hope that your bully is bigger and louder than the bully who’s been making your life a living hell.

You may not even respect the bully who is helping you find refuge, but you use him to get the old bully off your back – to get to wedgy-free place.  At least now you’re not powerless.  And, if your bully succeeds but doesn’t work out, the long-game is that the whole school yard has now experienced bullying and we can move on in common sense with our old nerd herd.  Ya know, the reasonable well thought-out folks who believe3 in being kind because they know the hurt that comes from name calling and proverbial swirlies.  

That’s what I think Americans are doing right now with Trump.  I don’t think that they embody the horrible names that this administration and Hillary are calling them.  I think (mostly from talking to some) that they are just as horrified by some of the things that Trump says.  I do think that they are looking for protection – a protection to get them to the other side where they (myself included) hope that there is true unity and prosperity for all.

And, that’s all I have to say about that.

Except for this:

Why the Press May be the True “Deplorables”

 

 

 

 

 

Why the Press Might be Most “Deplorable”

Hillary has just relegated a very large portion of the American people into the basket of deplore.

As Jeff Foxworthy might say, “Heeeerrre’s yewr basket.”

Although, while the racist, xenophobic, bigoted, yada yada portion might not have gone over as well in a Foxworthy act, it killed in Clinton’s little comedy routine.  That crowd…well…rather deplorable.  They might be charitable, but from the sounds of the laughter they’re obviously a group of arrogant dick-heads.  Maybe it was just nervous laughing and cheering.  Let’s give them the benefit of the doubt.

Anyhoo, as frustrating as this tired “you’re a racist and I’m not” act has become, I still can’t help but to reflect on how we got here.  Hmmm…how did we get to the point that it is Ok for the most powerful people in the world to call those with no power the most horrible names imaginable?  And, for the other half of the powerless, ya know, the Americans who have not (yet) been called names, to also feel entitled to join in the name calling instead of standing up for their fellow citizens?

Makes me think that if I were to create my own basket of deplorables, the first group I would throw in…

The press.

I have a degree in journalism.  If I learned anything in my five years of media/alcohol tolerance training,  I learned that the press is a critical part of our democracy, “the 4th estate” as it is sometimes referred.  This means that our press is intended to be the watch dog for the American people, specifically when it comes to protecting us from our government.

Over the last eight years, while our government “leaders” have either insinuated or flat-out called conservatives, police officers and in some cases, all Americans: racists, biggots, tea baggers, terrorists, Islamophobes and xenophobes…

The press sat silent.

And while this administration, specifically Hillary Clinton, wrongly but intentionally blamed a U.S. citizen’s work published on YouTube for the terrorist attack in Benghazi on 9/11/12 (video here)

The press sat silent.

Have you made a YouTube video?  Or know people who have?   While I can’t promise you that a piece of work you’ve published online won’t be publicly blamed for a terrorist act the way that they blamed this poor guy, I can promise you that if you do find yourself in the same situation…

The press will sit silent.

That YouTube video creator was nothing but collateral damage to this administration desperate to win the election.  As someone with a journalist’s heart….HOLY SHIT!!!!  What an angle!!!  Are you kidding me??  This is the kind of story that makes a reporter.  An administration who appears to have  intentionally chosen an American citizen to target, blatantly violating his First Amendment Rights, all to save their ass from looking bad with a terrorist attack on 9/11, killing an ambassador (that’s huge) less than two months from re-election.  This is WAY WAY bigger than Woodward/Bernstein.  So, why was that angle not covered?  Why were Americans not in the street standing up for this American?  Maybe because…

The press sat silent.

Americans knew that they didn’t have back-up.  They knew that they too would be demonized because they don’t have the bully bull-horn that our government does.  The press is supposed to be the “people’s bullhorn,” but that bullhorn’s in a broom closet somewhere, with the GSM’s flask.  I know it scared the shit out of me.  In fact, it’s important to note here that I am in perfect health, a very cautious pedestrian/driver/subway rider, not at all suicidal and have absolutely no reason to be audited.  K?

The press failed us.  And, they continue to fail us.

Over the last eight years, there are numerous incidents of  the most powerful people in the world demonizing every day American citizens who have absolutely no power or protection except the press.

And, the press has sat silent.

The big story here is fear.

It’s the fear that at least half of American citizens now have of their government.  The same fear that now makes standing up against government feel like a risk.

That’s the real story.

Take it from me, an anonymous blogger.

Media??

Silence…

 

In other random blogs:

Remember that old phrase, “When you point one finger at me, there are three pointing back at you?”  Still rings true today, I say!  And, I wrote about it here:  You’re Rubber and I’m Glue: Possibly a Very Racist and Hateful Glue

It’s A Glass Elevator, Not Ceiling

2344769273_7369d150de_bI think of everyone in the world, the women I most would like to kick swiftly in the hoo-ha would be those promoting this glass ceiling bullshit.

Here’s why.

I have two daughters.  I spend my waking hours and restless nights looking for ways to instill in them a sense of self-confidence so that they know they have the power, within themselves, to make their own decisions and determine their own destiny without the help of anyone else and without blaming anyone else.

On the list of “never says” is, “you can’t make it without the government forcing people to give you a chance.”

The very last thing I ever want for my girls is for them to have a pimp – be it man or government.

Maybe it’s just me.

It’s why I always give a big middle finger salute to the women propagating this lie, whether they are doing it for their own power grab or because they enjoy being a victim.  It is just that, a lie.

How do I know it’s a lie?

Because I am a woman.  And, as a woman, I’ve been given far more opportunities than my male counterparts – opportunities to be fast-tracked up the corporate ladder working for some of the largest companies in the world; and opportunities as a small business owner to take majority market share all because women like working with women.

24993800793_e08c3b82cc_bThese so called women libbers would have you believe that women rule the world and therefore we should be getting more.  The only way to do that is to have the government pass laws and initiatives to force people to give us more.

A true independent woman will tell you, women rule the world and therefore we don’t need anyone, especially government, to help us get more.  We’ll do it our own damn selves.  Like we do most everything else…except lifting really heavy things.  You can help most of us with that.

Two true personal stories that I want my girls to know:

1.)  I am an excellent employee – extremely hard working and dedicated.  At every job I’ve ever held, I have been moved up quickly because if I’m one thing, it’s a valuable employee.

Before I left the media business, the vice president of sales for the network I was working for came through our office to meet everyone.  I was one of two women in the 20+ male office.

As most women in business know, the higher you move up the ladder the less women. Not because women aren’t promoted.  It’s because women either drop out of the work force completely or they change direction.  I’ve had many girlfriends leave high-paying careers to pursue more care-focused careers like nursing.  I’ve also had girlfriends drop out completely to raise kids.  They might find more flexible jobs that allow them to spend more time with their families.  Many of the girlfriends I started with in media had no desire to move up.  Their goal was to find a husband, have kids and raise those kids.

Men do not have the same goals.

Politicians who need us to believe women make less, do not account for the above reality.

Anyhow, this new VP asked me about my career goals.  He was an older gentleman, very professional and not being creepy in that question (that is one thing we do have to deal with as women but, still, can handle it on our own).  He went on to say that New York really needed women at the head and asked if that was part of my career goal.   If so, they could start training me in that direction and, if all went well, I could be part of the executive team in New York in as little as five years.

I knew what he was saying was true, even if I wasn’t the best candidate.  One of the first networks that I worked for had a VP who was a woman and she was phenomenal.  I always felt like it gave our network an edge and broke up the old white boys club.  But she left to do something entirely different and the executive offices in NY, at the time, were really white and male.  This didn’t make for great photo ops.

While he was talking, I couldn’t help but look out the interior office window at the guys I 28230689175_2cc523dc91worked with.  This management track was their goal and they had been working hard to get there, moving from market to market and always promoting themselves up the chain.  Here I was with less experience, going through fertility treatments, knowing that the management track was not something in my sights nor had it been, but was being told I would be promoted quicker, all because I was a woman.

From this, on top of earlier experiences in my career where I had been quickly promoted working in restaurants and for local stations who needed more diversity, I learned that there is glass, but it’s not a ceiling, it’s an elevator.

An elevator because even a three-quarters focused and hard working woman will catapult over her 100% focused and hard working male counterpart.  Glass because most in the company know it’s because she’s a woman.  Sometimes, if the woman isn’t truly qualified, this can create resentment.  But, for the most part, I think it’s just become a reality for men, especially white men.  And, the truth is that diversity really does look good and it’s needed, especially for larger companies.  I think few white men would deny that, as long as the candidate is qualified.

2.)  I eventually left media and started my own business.  What I learned from being in business and in selling directly to the community is that women really do make the decisions in the household.

My business category is dominated by men.  So, as a woman in this business, I use that to my advantage.  Because women are the primary decision makers in the home, I almost always beat out men competing for the same jobs.  And, I do it while asking for a higher rate.  I am a woman.  I know what women want.  I’m the only one offering this to them.  I know that what I am offering is worth more.  I win the business.  And, I make more.

I also learned from starting a business, that there are more opportunities for women business owners.  We have niche networking groups.  There are many companies who only work with women-owned businesses.  If you are a business that targets large corporations, you have an edge over male-owned businesses because it makes them look better, too.  There are also investors who look specifically for woman-owned businesses.  We really have an advantage.  Anyone who wants to tell my daughters otherwise, better not cross me.

It is because we are strong, organized and appreciate pretty things, that we often have more to offer in business, especially in a world that is as visual as ours is today.  Add to that the women are the decision makers and we are, as women, not the weak ones who need help.  We are the strong ones who need to realize that and take advantage of it on our own merits.

I truly believe any woman bitching either doesn’t realize this reality,  is just making excuses for their own failures or looking to promote this false narrative in order to gain power.

There.  I said it.

For my daughters:  Realize your opportunities, most as a result of your God-given strengths…go get it!

 

 

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8 Things I Learned from Dating a Cop

20128180719_ff4989d5dd_bI’m a very white woman who looks, on the surface, like I should sit down and shut up on the matter of police brutality in black communities.  But, I grew up in a minority community and then later got an up close and personal view of a police department in a city known, at the time,  for having one of the highest crime rates in the United States.

As a kid into early adulthood, I was no fan of the po-po.  My earliest memory was in a friend’s living room where she and I and another friend of ours was sitting quiet and scared on a couch while two cops questioned her cousins about a theft that had taken place in the neighborhood.   The officers then turned to question us.  I began laughing uncontrollably out of fear and one cop got right in my face and yelled at me, “Do you think this is funny?  Stop laughing.”  I think I was 10.

From there, my encounters with the cops were minuscule, but frequent.  I received more speeding tickets than I can count.  Had several warrants out for my arrest for parking tickets.  And, I have experienced being “profiled.”  I was driving through a friend’s neighborhood and they assumed I was there to buy drugs.  I realize that is not the same kind of profiling that a black person experiences, but I got a small taste of it.  It felt dirty and deceitful because they don’t tell you why they really stopped you.

I didn’t like the police.

Then I started dating one.

He was an asshole in the boyfriend department.  I would be the first to want to broadly paint all police officers as racist all because of this dick weed.

But, the one good quality that he had is that he was a really good cop.

While dating him, I was able to be part of an inner-cop circle, going on ride-alongs and hearing them talk without restriction.  My perspective changed greatly.

Here are the things I didn’t expect to learn based on my experience with one department located in a predominantly minority community :

1.)  It is damn scary just sitting watching someone go into a situation where no one knows what’s going to happen – and that is EVERY situation.  What struck me the most was that when an officer goes out on a call or even stops a speeder they, most times, have NO IDEA who they are approaching or the mentality of the individuals involved.  I was particularly surprised at how scary the domestic violence calls were in this regard.

4945259964_47ab919c7a_b2.)  Black Police are Harder on Black Suspects than White Police Are    When sitting around in a group, just BS-ing, the officers mentioned how no black man wants a black cop to arrest him.  In talking to one of the black cops (one of two in a primarily black community) he admitted that he probably was harder on a black suspect.  He said that almost every call was someone who looked like him and it was hard not to want to change that. He went on to say that this was the community that he grew up in and that he worked hard to go to school and become a police officer so that he could make a difference.  It was frustrating to him that others in his community would say that they had to commit crime because the system was against them.  By their definition, the system was against this cop, too and he made a different life for himself.

This is hard for me to mention because it was one experience, but it stuck with me because it seemed to be common knowledge among these veteran cops.  My impression was that this particular black police officer had a sense of guilt mixed with a sense of responsibility that made him harder on black suspects and criminals.  I think you could describe it as sort of a survivor’s guilt mixed with feeling like he wanted to reach back and help his brothers and sisters avoid the pitfalls of crime.

4.)  Certain Drugs Make Criminals Stronger I believe it’s crack that gives criminals mega 14255062625_3c1f012b77strength.  Meth may do something similar, but it wasn’t as big at the time (this was pre-Breaking Bad).  PCP, I believe, is another facilitator of super-strength.  This little factoid totally changed my perception of seeing police officers wrestle people to the ground.  I now always think, “oh, that guy’s on something.”  It shifted my paradigm when it comes to judging “brutality” by cops just from a video.

5.)  There are certain stereotypes that these cops kept in mind in an effort to anticipate reactions and protect themselves and the community.   Political correctness is cute in day-to-day situations, but if you are in a career where you put your life on the line every day in an effort to protect the lives and well-being of others, political correctness is suicide.

Through dealing with the same situations and crimes over and over, trends in certain communities take shape.  At the time, in this city, crack was more common among the black community and pot was more common with the Hispanic community.  People on crack react differently than people on pot and therefore methods in approaching each are different (this was the 1990’s pot – I would guess pot today is a totally different animal).  Additionally, in this community, they experienced that a black perpetrator was more likely to wield a gun and a Hispanic criminal was more likely to carry a knife or other object as a weapon.

If you’re thinking right now, “this chick’s a f’cking racist.”  Wait, two seconds and you’ll be going, “Ooohhh.  yep.  That’s true.”

The scariest, according to my old police friends, was the white suspect because they tend to be the most crazy and ya never know what you’re going to get.  They’re the equivalent to criminal roulette.  It’s also the reason I’m much more scared of running into a white man in a hoodie on summer day than I am a black man in a hoodie on the same day.  Well, that, and all the serial killer/lock ya in the basement of torture infamous white men.  As usual, I digress.7856942124_f28604c032_b

 By far, this was the most fascinating thing that I learned.  I would love to have it confirmed or denied from other police officers because I don’t know if it was an unspoken instinct that was learned in this community or if it was taught.  I’m sure things have changed greatly in 20 years.

6.)  Police Officers Are Part of the Community Where They Serve.  Whether they live 20128259299_2b9d8cb73a_bthere or not, the police are embedded in the community like no one else.  I always got the impression that the majority of the community loved them and, more than anything appreciated them.  This was a very diverse community and the citizens treated the majority white police department as friends.

I was surprised at how many stops each cop made every day to check on certain community members, often elderly and/or incapacitated in some manner, or just to say, “hi.”  I was surprised about how much they knew about the members of the community and how deeply they cared – like they were their own family.  I was surprised at all the free crap they get.  These particular officers rarely paid for their lunch, coffee or snacks.  They were given things out of appreciation, with a smile and a thank you.  I was also surprised at how close-knit the police officers and this particular community were.  I got the impression this is unique to communities where the residents and business owners need police officers more often.  I don’t think it’s a race thing.  I think it’s an economic thing.  I know there were “regular cops” in the trailer park community in my home-town.

7.) Police officers have to have an aptitude for psychology.  The majority of encounters that they have in a day are contentious in some way.  A police officer has to be able to equalize these situations in order to keep or bring peace.  Even a traffic cop (maybe especially a traffic cop) is most likely always walking up to a pissed off driver when they pull a car over.  I never realized how quickly they have to adapt their demeanor and approach from call to call.

8.) It never struck me that the police in this department were racist.  The most striking thing to me in today’s racist cop rhetoric is that no one ever talks about the main job of police officers in minority communities – protecting and serving the minority communities.  When a cop goes out on a call involving a black person, it’s often a black person who called the cops in the first place.

The majority of calls that I went on with these officers (well, I sat in the car but, still) were to help a black or Hispanic citizen.  It’s hard to think of someone as racist when their entire day is spent helping people who don’t look like them.

What’s also hard to fathom is that a police officer working in a predominantly black community would ever want to intentionally hurt and/or kill a black person.  That is not an action that will help them in their career and especially among the community that they are there to serve.

I realize this is just my point of view from the perspective that I’ve obtained.  And, I realize that I am white and that white people are told not to talk about racism.  But my experiences really helped me form an empathy for police officers and what, no one can deny, they face daily.  There is little doubt in my mind that I would be on the police brutality bandwagon if I had never gotten the glimpse inside a police department.  I’m glad that I got that glimpse.  I think it spared my heart a lot of hate.

 

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