Wedding Song - God Knew That I Needed You

Sunday, July 4, 2021

BIRTH OF AMERICA ~ BY INSURRRECTION

 Isn’t it strange that the demonrats continue to push the “January 6th, 2021 {insurrection!}” propaganda … when since their first political coup with anti-American muslim, barah hussain obama in 2009/second political coup in 2017 – again with obama/third political coup in 2020 – again with obama pulling demented biden’s strings?

Perhaps they need an AMERICAN History Lesson, BASED ON AMERICAN FACTS instead of the political social study garbage they are peddling to deadheads and black hearts.

America was born out of insurrection roots.

Personally, I think it’s time for another freedom insurrection to wrestle bully power out of the racist demonrats ‘history rewrite of American History’ claws sunk into the backs of The People.

The demonrats know The People will at some point fight back: that is why they want to ban ownership of personal guns and limit the amount of personal use ammunition.

Let’s review REAL AMERICAN HISTORY – and shut down the demonrat 1619 bullshit based on the muslim twisted mindset that “muslims founded America”promoted by the obamas.

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245 years ago. 

The colonists dared to dream. 

They dreamed of freedom.

They dreamed of a country of their own; where they could reap the benefits of their hard labor and harvests - instead of having it stolen from them to feed the aristocrats across "the pond".

They dared to dream their children would learn to read and write ... and be able to openly state their opinions and make choices for how they chose to live their lives - without having Britain's knee on their necks (today, we, The People, do not want the Anti-American/muslim loving DC Congress knees on our necks. Much has been shouted in congress and in the media about criminal george floyd's demise ... but nothing noteworthy is being shouted about The People's demise).

They dared to dream that their mothers, sisters. girlfriends, daughters, cousins, and nieces - the girl next door - could walk the highways and byways without fear of being harassed or sexually violated by the Tories that bullied and brutalized the colonists: just because they could … without fear of repercussions; they believed themselves untouchable.

But the colonists were fed up.

Today, we, The People, are fed up.

They were meeting in secret.

They were building a small army.

They were designing and sewing a Freedom Flag in secret.

They were being careful in what they said and how they said it when in company of friends or family they weren't sure would stand by them if push came to shove in the daring plan to forge a future of freedom and dared for promise.

Today, we, The People are being as equally cautious with family members, friends, and neighbors: the demonrats have boldy called for those close to us to nark on us if we cleave to our American Freedoms, and do not fall in line and goose step to the demonrats mandates and propaganda demands.

They boycotted British goods - and refused to eat or drink anything that carried a tariff tax. Britain was already taking more than was agreed to ... and the tea, flour, and fabric taxes were outrageously unfair.

Under the cloak of darkness, the brave colonists declared war.

Britain retaliated.

A signal between the colonists was agreed upon - a torch would be lighted to announce the way war would come to the shores of this great land; "1 - if by land: 2 if by sea".

Paul Revere watched.

When the signal was given the evening of April 18th, 1775, Paul jumped on his horse and rode to alert the rag-tag militia of the happening by hanging 2 signal lanterns from Concord's church steeple.

The colonists were excited. 

They were frightened.

They were ready for the fight!

Today, The People are still watching, hoping, and dreaming - and are ready.

The militia didn't have much - the men were farmers, shopkeepers, blacksmiths ... they were not men of war: BUT THEY LEARNED.

On December 3rd, 1775, John Paul Jones - a merchant marine sailor who sided with the colonists, and became the father of the newly established naval force of the blooming America - hoisted Old Glory. The intent was clear to the British forces - there would be no cease in the push for Freedom.

The Revolutionary War lasted 7 long years.

By the time French assistance came alongside the Continental Army of the colonists at Yorktown, Virginia, in 1781, the colonists of the small army were barely alive - having suffered starvation, lack of adequate clothing: most of them were shoeless, having only bloody rags tied around their frost-bitten feet. There was little $$$ to give to the militia as businesses went bankrupt under Britain's assault/theft ... and all the able-bodied-men of the colonies were engaged in fighting for freedom.

AND THEY WON!

Through perseverance and the desire to be FREE, America was established in 1783.

NOT IN 1619.

NOT BY AFRICAN MUSLIMS.

It is shameful the way the Anti-American Foreign Member Congress demoncrats … wholly devoted to muslim mindset … are intent on taking our freedoms away from us 1 by 1; by twisting and tweaking our own American Constitution!

It is scandalous that Americans are sitting still and staying silent as the demoncrat House is blatantly ignoring our Constitution and handing our Nation's power over to career political talking heads that do nothing in DC – as well as American hating foreigners they illegally seat in Congress.

It is frightening that Americans do not understand what is going on with the obamas, and prince harry and his ‘American family’!

245 is still young - there is still plenty of good solid teeth in America's maw.

Shake off the lethargy and rise up, People! 

America was birth with insurrection against a tyrant government … perhaps that is what is needed again to beat back the rabid political dogs in Congress that continually snap at our heels and snarl racist dogma at everyone who disagrees with their power grabs.

Grow a backbone Americans!

LET'S NOT LOSE AMERICA to DC tyrants!

Saturday, July 3, 2021

CURVE BALLS

It never gets easy to tell people who knew Bob, that he now lives beyond the clouds.

It seems surreal to me, too. 

In my FB PM Box, a few minutes ago, I received this message: “Hi my name is Kerry Brown, we used to be neighbors of the Hargand family in Cathlamet. We now live on Puget Island. Tell Bob hi for me.”

I remember the Brown kids, too.

They were staggered in school grades above me; Mel was Bob’s age. Kerry was Ralph’s or Merry’s age. Barry was one grade above me – Rhonda babysat me and my siblings, when my family lived in Skamokawa.

One would think that since Bob and I both knew the same families (in Skamokawa, Cathlamet, and Graysriver) … our paths would have crossed long before we actually met face-to-face in March of 1974.

I Saw her Standing There: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_qXyw1JiW7I

And in a time-warp moment tonight – a message from a face of the past.

Is Anybody Out There: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c2u-ofasXig

Life’s curve balls: they always throw us off our game.

I would have passed on Kerry's "hi" if I could.

But Bob is not here.

I cannot look up from the laptop screen, turn to him and say, "Babe, Kerry Brown says to tell you 'hi'.

But, I can look up from the laptop screen ... and look through the window to the dark night sky, and whisper, "I love you, Babe ... and BTW ... Kerry Brown is missing you, too."

So, that is what I did ;-)

Thursday, July 1, 2021

THE 3 C's OF LIFE

It’s been cloudy here, all day long; there was a bit of a misting around breakfast time; but the heavy gray cloud cover never dissipated.

And I enjoyed the coolness, even if the temperature was in the high 70’s.

Yesterday, I vigorously banished the vagrant spiders that hoboed their way inside during the rains … before the heat wave hit … and I used the handy-dandy crocheted broom handle dust-buster, to swipe away the spiderwebs that were becoming very obvious since I’ve been gone from home so much; and let the June Cleaver in me enjoy a domesticity strike.

This morning, putting around my spic-and-span cozy nest, knowing it was Aza’s 7th birthday and missing him – and refusing to cave to the lure of depression about the situation Stacey is lording over (I can’t even get a picture of our little handsome prince)I shook it all off, and treated myself to breakfast at Omelets & More; before I went to play Bingo.

I wanted to surround myself with familiarity, and be cocooned in happy memories.

I like eating breakfast there. About once a week, after Bob retires, we’d treat ourselves to an breakfast out of house; and while Aza was with us for those 14 months from June 2017 to August 2018, he went with us and enjoyed his pancakes and bacon. We like the atmosphere (I still do) – it’s got a laid-back vibe that suits.

More modern places have those tall unstable mini tables, and high bar stools that I practically need a step ladder to scale; leaving my feet about 2 feet off the floor when I sit down.

I might strut a 6’2” attitude, but my body is still only 5’2” in height – I have short legs to match my short body 😉

After breakfast, enroute to the Senior Center, I made a major decision concerning more change in my evolving life. I’m not going to say anymore about it until it starts jelling. If things go the way I hope they will … and if the change is in Elohei’s Will … it will be a good thing for me, in many ways.

I arrived at the Center about an hour before Bingo was slated to start, so I played a couple games of pool; and was feeling so good about what I’m planning, that I was making good pool moves without really concentrating on the games – I was basically just wasting time, and working off nervy emotions, but those balls were going right where they were supposed to. I was dancing around the table, and doing the 6’2" strut 😉

Bingo brought my feet back down to Earth: I only won 1 game.

I only won 1 game for $5 payout: and only lost $2 of the $7 I spent to play.

And that’s okay: I play to have fun 😊

On my way home, I saw that the July 4th festivities are underway: despite the anti-American sentiments being implemented by the governors up and down the PNW states.

Changes are coming.

The Lake is gearing up for the 4th of July festivities.

The People are sick and tired of the demonrat tyranny; we will not be hostages in a losing political maneuver.

Monday, June 28, 2021

THAT STILL SMALL VOICE

My house will be thankful for today’s ‘still small voice prompt’ … for a while, I’ll be staying in it longer than the 2 hours before and during leaving/parking in the carport – plus the 8 hours of sleep I use it for.

Since Bob stepped off Earth, I’ve been gone as often as I can … and still justify paying the monthly Lot charge.

I’m hardy ever home anymore.

I come home just long enough to kick my shoes off, yank my bra off and throw it across the room, and flop into bed at night.

While eating breakfast this morning, I just happened to glance at the light hanging over the table … and saw it had cobwebs woven all around the bottom of it: they gotta go. Even if I am currently a hausfrau slacker, I can’t allow nomadic spiders to feel comfortable enough to make my home their home. I don’t have anything against spiders, per se (they have their place in the order of life on Earth); but they belong outside in the elements – they cannot freeload in my personal space.

But, the shrouding spiderwebs did not get disturbed this morning: they got a glance before I finished breakfast and scooted out the front door 😉

First, I bought a new garden hose … then I decided it would be cooler at the beach: with the ocean breeze kicking up, and whisking over Longbeach.

A 'still small voice' beckoned - and I heeded the call.
Longbeach from Heron Pointe.1 hr. - 28 mins.

The seatbelt pressing on my lobster-red sunburned shoulders (that I scorched walking the PIGS sales, Friday), was really hurtful.

PIGS (https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2021/06/pigs-puget-island-garage-sales.html)

But I just kept rearranging the annoying thing … and cursing State Laws that interfere with free choice, and fill county and state coffers for overreaching power grabbers. I grew up in the era where seatbelts were optional – obviously I survived the freedoms of that era; and I seriously resent “what if” and “let’s fine the hell out of drivers” paranoias that plague society now.

Nearing Dismal Nitch.
Saddle Mountain, in Oregon.
Passing through Chinook.
The air was refreshing and a lot cooler, the closer I got to Longbeach.

Before I entered downtown Longbeach, I saw the Willapa National Wildlife Refuge sign and turned towards the direction of the pointing arrow: this destination is in my Ambitions Jar, and had not yet been plucked out for a daytrip adventure … but I was here; and so was it 😉

Willapa National Wildlife Refuge; South Bay Unit.
Gravel road.
All access points were gated – very disappointing.

I couldn’t access the refuge advantage points … but I did see some pretty wildflowers before leaving the area. I don’t know if I’ll venture back: I’m really getting sick and tired of the governmental covid restrictions bullshitI mean, this is an outside thing. There is absolutely no risk of {catching covid} in sweltering/blistering/full-on-sun, 100+-degree-weather, for God’s sake!

Purple Lupine & unknown leafless flower.
Pretty bicolored flowers just rising out of the sand without leaves - like swaging eels in the sandy ocean bottom.
Not listed in any of my Wildflowers of the Pacific Northwest books ... pretty, but strangely weird.

Leaving the dust of the inaccessible refuge behind, I drove to downtown Longbeach, where I walked the entire length of Main Street (maybe 30 minutes, tops – from start to finish), and came home with a few things I bought at three stores along my stroll 😉

I bought a cute, gauzy, sea-green top here.
I bought a medium-size Wind Spinner here.
The dazzling spinners caught my eye, so I had to have one; I’ll hang it as soon as I figure out where to hang it for max effect.

I bought a nice yellow pullover rain slicker, too; I know it’s summer, but I’ve been looking high and low for a rain slicker locally – with no luck. I knew I’d find one in Longbeach … and I snapped it up when I did 😉

Around 2:30 PM, I decided to turn the car towards home – I’d been kicking around Longbeach for an hour and a half; that was long enough to be surrounded, and pressed on all sides, by milling crowds of people. I’d enjoyed the cooler atmosphere of ocean breezes: and spent $$$ I had not planned to spend – not enough to keep my wings clipped and housebound the rest of the month … but enough to keep me closer to home turf when I do decide to get out of the house during the upcoming weeks.

Heading back home over the stretch between Dismal Nitch and Naselle, the blistering sunrays had beat down mercilessly on the blacktop highway; and the tar in the cheap, crappy, chip seal job the country laid, was melting to near water stage – causing the chipped gravel was literally lifting off the road (leaving ugly holes in the roadway that looked like exploding sunspot minefields) and loudly thumping and bumping along the undercarriage of the car (and no doubt sticking in lumpy globs) … and mentally, I could see Bob wincing. He hated driving through wet tar because it messes up the vehicles.

Dismal Nitch: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dismal_Nitch

Listening to the flinging and zinging lumpy tar/gravel thumps, I wished I had driven back around the Bay, on 101, instead of returning on 401.

Longbeach Peninsula.

As I made Naselle, and was going into Johnson’s 1 Stop, I was stopped by Niki, as she was exiting. We hugged and chatted for about 10 minutes, and then she said, “Stop by the house before you go home today – it’s nice and cold with the AC humming along.” I said, “I’m heading to Eden Valley for a couple minutes after I leave here.” And she said, “I’ll be looking for you to drive up afterwards.”

So, that’s what happened: we had a nice, long, 2-hour visit in her comfy air-conditioned home 😊

And we’ve made concrete plans to stop at each other’s houses every time either of us passes through the other’s ‘neck of the woods’ (her place is literal country-country; mine is end-of-city-urban).

I am glad I listened to that still small voice that whispered to my inner being earlier today 😉

Which means … I’ve got to slow down long enough to stay home and get serious about applying elbow grease to housecleaning endeavors: and evict the freeloading spiders as I knock down those shrouding spiderwebs and thanking Elohim profusely for being faithful to answer prayers: we have both been asking God for a sister of the heart to kick around with 😊

It will be fun and enjoyable to have life in this empty house again

I am thankful. 

I am blessed.

I am going to get busy getting this house ready for entertaining.

Gaining ground towards home, I was driving past the Duck Inn, in Skamokawa; when I glanced towards it, debating whether to stop in for a quick bite, or continue home to eat a calorie-counting home cooked supper … and happened to see, in the side mirror, a speeding up vehicle with flashing red and blues coming up on me. And I looked at the dash and saw I was only doing 5 miles over the speed limit; I copped a badass attitude, with a badass expletive, and slowed down to pull over and get my ass chewed on by the speed meter patrol.

But, he sped right by me: lights still flashing a blinking tempo matching the sparkling sunshine grazing off the windshield.

Then my badass outlook morphed into heart-felt sympathy for whoever was at the end of the shimmering flash and dash when he reached his destination.

Since becoming a widow 30 months ago, my senses are more sharply aware now. Where I have always been compassionate towards survivors, I’m more empathetic, now: feelings deepen when one’s own life has been touched by tragedy.

Intermediately – for the next 8 minutes, I saw the flashing lights in the distance ahead of me: but lost sight of them as I neared the Julia Butler Hansen Wildlife Refuge. By the time I crossed the bridge there, he had either turned off the Elochoman Road … or barreled into Cathlamet. He was off radar. And I didn’t see any flashing lights anywhere along the route from Cathlamet to Longview.

But, I did see four more police vehicles pass me on that short stretch of highway just before Longview: one lit up, and three more following like ducklings swimming in line with mama. The SUV cops were busy today.

I parked in the carport at home around 6 PM, and ate a reasonably good supper (fats, spices, and sugars add flavor and zip): I have seriously cut back on all three to seriously pare off the weight my small framed aging body is loudly complaining about. I am determined to shut those complaints down … but MAN!I miss those fats, spices, and sugars 😉

I also finished one novel, and started another as I prepared to while away the nightie hours immersed in a quick paced storyline 😊

Saturday, June 26, 2021

BLOWOUTS

 My garden hose blewout … I bought it last summer, so it was not old; and it should have lasted a lot longer than it has. That hose was expensive, because expensive was all that was being stocked by every store in town last summer – there was no variety to choose from.

It blew apart just as I finished watering the last veggie garden box

This hose is not that old - I bought it in 2020. The faucet attachment just blew away!

The hose incident is just another irritation in a long list of irritations this week.

Most noteworthy are:

A wildfire in the Gorge, near the Dalles area; I’m thinking a trip to Trout Lake will probably not be happening with wildfire season starting so early. Even though this wildfires started on the Oregon side … the smoke will drift, and choke me on this side of the Columbia River; https://www.kgw.com/article/news/local/wildfire/wildfire-burns-rowena-columbia-river-gorge/283-b28b3cea-316b-4cc7-9556-bc524d64f64f

The sentencing of Chauvin was a travesty of political dimension, with the ‘judge’ caving in to racist catcalls and rioting threats if blm was not catered to and the floyd family placated. {Justice} was not done. The whole george floyd charade, and subsequent kangaroo court is a blight on America’s Justice System. When the blm organization controls how {judges} make a ruling, Madam Justice has been replaced with mob rule – and that is what is happening; https://www.thewrap.com/derek-chauvin-sentenced-22-years/

That a known felon/drug user-dealer was caught in the act of yet another felonious act … and hailed as a freaking messiah, is laughable if it weren’t so tragic. America has lost it’s mind to blm lunacy.

That a known rabid racist and race-baiter, keith ellison is even given 1 second to vent his spleen on this issue is proof justice has been replaced with mob rule.

The floyd family was glorying in their “moment” – repleted with floyd’s 7-year-old-daughter being coached in how to play to the sympathies of the demonrat supporters. And the bought-n-paid-for {Judge} was preening for the media.

The whole thing has been a sham for as long as covid hysteria has been a sham. Both are shameful undertakings.

An exorcism for dead trees took place in a PA Home Depot store; https://patch.com/pennsylvania/across-pa/exorcism-home-depot-was-dead-trees-lumber-aisle-police

Media talking heads are continuing to push global warming, citing “heat dome” temperature spike in the PNW – of course you have to pay $$$ to get the information … political hysteria doesn’t come free to the free world.

And yet another china {discovery} – this time it’s not a new man-made-virus … it’s an entirely new man species: the ‘dragon man’. It strikes me as highly suspicious that china has found a new link in the evolution theory: if china is not destroying mankind … china is continually recreating mankind to fit a propaganda pogrom.

And islam is ready to run with it because islam is all about recreating the view of mankind, too.

china and islam touting {science}: two devious entities, working to bring about a devious end; https://www.sciencemag.org/news/2021/06/stunning-dragon-man-skull-may-be-elusive-denisovan-or-new-species-human

https://www.aljazeera.com/news/2021/6/26/dragon-man-new-human-species-is-our-closest-ancestor

I believe mankind was created in the image of Elohei … Lucifer may have {created} a new species – but Yeshua did not: science is the religion of the world/flesh-minded. I believe Yeshua’s creation, which started with one man (Adam), and one woman (Eve – crafted from Adam’s rib). Anything else is a bastardization of creation, and has absolutely no bearing on mankind’s lineage timeline.

Daily there is so much demonrat political, and ‘scientific’, bullshit to wade through

2021 is not looking any better than 2020.