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World of Terror

A long time in speaking up.  Fear of people thinking I’m too radical.  Too shallow minded. 

Freedom of speech in hand, I want to say this: “why are tourists allowed to go to hostile countries?”  I think that, until situations change, no one should be allowed to travel into a hostile country.  It is a sad thing that Otto has lost his life.  But a very foolish thing for our government to allow tourists the ability to travel into a hostile country.  We are asking for trouble.  Guidance is needed.  Why are we setting ourselves up for failure, for loss of life?  

We have to show wisdom and discernment.  Is this a good experience or a bad one?  Are my actions in keeping with their culture, or am I putting myself (and possibly others) at risk?  

Be careful Americans.  Know what you’re getting into.  We have to take care of ourselves!



I’m very worried.  The news media has taken over the country.

I am not racially motivated, I believe I equal rights for all. I’m worried right now about who has paid off news media regarding racial issues.  Many innocent people are targeted, from citizens to police officers. The media is promoting this violence.  Violence is not new in America, or any other country, but to suddenly highlight violence against race, target law enforcement officials (and yes, all are not good, but then, all are not bad, either).

This is step 1, I believe, to government corruption: news media controlling the populace, you and me.  Some of you think it’s unjust.  The some of me think that this is a fear tactic and a way for government control of the US population.  Don’t buy it.

Edward Snowden, where are you?

Whom shall I send? And who will go for us? (Isaiah)


This is what the LORD says: “A voice is heard in Ramah, mourning and great weeping, Rachel weeping for her children and refusing to be comforted, because they are no more.”  

Jeremiah 31:15

My heart mourns with Rachel, whose child died unexpectedly at the jaws of the alligator.  No parent should have to go through that.

My heart mourns for Rachel, who lost children in Orlando, at the hand of a madman.  No parent should have to go through that.

My heart mourns the Rachel of the madman.  No parent should have to go through that: that your child became a murderer.

My heart mourns for the Rachels who have lost children, who became soldiers, fighting to stop terrorism from seeping into our country.  No parent should have to go through that.

In stories that are as old as time, they do.

Rachel, while it’s impossible to imagine, it is written that joy comes in the morning.  Meanwhile, let me put my arms around you.  I cannot comfort you, but hopefully it helps, just a little bit.


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The City of Liars

Politicians.  Politician Wannabes.

Reading/watching news reports, whether reported live or recorded, can be very conflicting.  We, the people of the United States, hoping to form a more perfect union, are constantly hit with opinions and promises.  We are constantly bombarded by news media’s interpretations of speeches.  Everyone is reading between the lines, hoping for insight and revelation.

In the latest barrage of “who is being seduced by ISIS” or “who is being not politically correct” or “who is going to let the refugees come” I have had to just say, “oh I cannot do this right now.”  I’m so very tired of the fighting between the potential presidential candidates.  I’m taking a break for the holidays.  (After all, it’s what Washington does, right?  I mean, I just noticed a photo taken of the Obamas getting off the plane in Honolulu…)

Watch for the future:

What kind of person do I want in the White House?  One that will not fail ME.  One that will take care of ME.  That’s what government is about, isn’t it?  Isn’t that why I am a United States citizen?  I need to protect my family.  I need to reach out to the poor and needy, and help them to thrive, while being careful to not dish handouts.

I need my government to create jobs, like Roosevelt did.

Those making the laws need to listen to the people too.  And not from incomes that apparently matter, but from little people who work 2 or 3 jobs to try to make ends meet, that cannot afford insurance, let alone the penalty fee imposed by this (excuse me while I swallow hard) government.

The United States needs to accept immigrants that are willing to 1) be a part of the citizenship of the United States, 2) willing to work for the United States becoming a part of that more perfect union.  That’s what every immigrant that has come to the United States has hoped for.  Land of the free, home of the brave.  But to house other cultures and give in to their value system?  What is OUR value system?  Why aren’t they embracing it?  This is individual choice I’m speaking of here:  the person who wanders over the border to make a better life without following the rules of immigration, the person entering our country, only to injure and kill innocents.

Too many other things flying around here in my brain: what about the poor job the military has done with torture, etc.?  That I have no answer for, I only know that mankind is the only species that kills each other.  My heart breaks.

No answers.  Just thoughts.



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The Voice of One Crying…

Reading more on the health care situation here in these United States, The Week magazine had an article stating how doctors have been forced to become less personal with their patients, staring at the computer to get all the facts, rather than looking into their patient’s eyes.  All due to “getting it recorded right” for the insurance agency.  (And now let me add my own humble opinion here–“so they can decide for the doctor what the ‘best’ treatment is.”).

This thought provoked a deep memory for me.  The memory of Dr. Matthew Boname.  Dr. Boname was the general practitioner here in Oxford, New York for I don’t know how many years, but he was in his 90’s when he was forced into retirement (by insurance, I might add).  I remember sitting across from his huge enormous desk, lit by the small desk lamp, watching it glow across his timeworn cheeks, as he discussed my condition.  Mostly we went when we were ill, or needed immunizations, I think.  My mind is a little foggy on it.  While I have the memories, they are the memories of a child.

His wife was his nurse (until she passed away).  He recorded the details of his patients’ lives on 5×7 index cards, all handwritten.

Dr. Boname was highlighted in TIME issue on pain July 11, 1984.  This information is a contribution by Dr. Mary Boname, granddaughter.