Think Before You Judge or React

As my daughter Virginia pointed out, have you ever noticed how detached from humanity people become in certain situations like when they are online while sitting behind a computer, or sitting behind the wheel of a car?  It amazes me how in both situations people will 1) gain a lot of confidence to say what they wouldn’t possibly say in person to someone (even things they shouldn’t say), 2) become quite righteous, 3) are quick to point fingers, 4) will never admit to being wrong, 5) are extremely judgmental…and the list goes on and on.  I’d like to share two.

The Dog in the Hot Car – Now I am a SERIOUS dog lover.  In fact I love dogs more than people.  I won’t bother to justify my love for dogs here, for those who know me already understand.  I am also against taking a dog anywhere in a car during hot summer months, IF you can avoid it.  Sometime this cannot be avoided – 1) going to the vet, 2) traveling long distances when your dog is going with you, or 3) transporting a rescue dog.  I am sure you may be able to come up with a few more scenarios, but for the sake of time, we will stick with these.

Today I saw a Facebook post where a person came across a car in a grocery store parking lot with a dog in it; the window was down.  This good Samaritan called the cops, and the cops said it was legal as long as the window was down,  and I will repeat, it was down.  It also sounded as if this person came out of the store rather quickly, although no time frame was given on the post.  Of course the comments were flying off  the page condemning this lowest of the low person for torturing this dog in a hot car and how they needes to sit in a hot car hours on end to see what it’s like. Now at first, I too, was like WTH?!  But the law protected this person since the windows were down.  Why?  Then I had to ask myself some hard questions…Why was this person traveling with the dog?  Were they on their way to the vet?  Was this the dog’s last car ride ever (something I sadly experienced all too recently)?  Or even better yet, did this person live locally and were just running to the store (a serious no no if you ask me), or were they traveling a long distance with the dog and they had no choice but to stop?  Maybe it was a rescue dog they were transporting and they had to stop to get the dog water.  The scenarios could be endless here, and the fact of the matter is that no one truly knows.  I took a closer look at the picture. The car had a temp tag and a license plate frame that was NOT local. So obviously this person wasn’t just running to the store and carelessly taking the dog for a ride.  They also had the windows down, knowing that the dog was going to be hot.  So did anyone take any of these details into consideration?  Of course not.  Would you?  But then again, they were sitting at their computer making their judgments and accusations far separated from what was really happened.  Everyone insisted this bystander should have broken the cars windows….why?  They were already down!!  I feel for the poor dog.  I also feel for the person who finds himself in a desperate situation.  Again I reiterate I’m against dogs in hot cars; however I have traveled long distances with my pooch and it cannot be avoided 100%. So I couldn’t help but add a little logic to the situation.  Now I am being condemned for actually thinking.  Oh the irony.

There was another situation on Facebook where I was once also called racist because I pointed out some history of slavery that didn’t corresponded with a white liberal woman’s view of the subject.  This so-called history major could not fathom there being white Irish slaves or black African tribes who sold off other tribal members into slavery.  This also made me laugh since one of my very best friends is black.  I just wanted people to stop jumping on band wagons and to start doing some true research before passing judgment.  No such luck.  In this day and age of internet righteousness, some people will never research or admit they could possibly be wrong.  I had to simply back out of the conversation and ask her to just block me so I didn’t have to deal with her ignorance any longer.  Unfortunately for me, that white liberal crowd had already passed their judgement on me.  Lucky for me I truly don’t care.

Road Rage –  Another scenario that plays out all to often that shows how people become disconnected from humanity when they are isolated (this time when they are in their car) is road rage.  I can easily get mad at people when I’m driving, and while I may call them names to myself, I don’t publicly react or show any reaction, because I know that I do not fully know what has taken place.  For one, I have made my own stupid driving mistakes of cutting someone off that was in my blind spot and I didn’t see, or turning in front of an oncoming car during a moment of bad decision-making on my part.  But so many people are extremely quick to react.  People will chase other cars down in retaliation, whether it be to get them back or even start an altercation.

Back in December, my then 16-year-old daughter and I were in a scary situation.  I turned out of our neighborhood onto a slightly busier country road.  When I turned on the road, there were no other cars.  By the time I was approaching the end of the road, there was a pickup truck just feet from my back bumper.  I had a long busy day moving into our new home, and I was tired, so I was probably going slower than the speed limit.  I was also approaching a stop sign, so there was no reason for me to speed up.  Instead I tapped my brakes just to get them to back off.  When I stopped at the stop sign to turn right, the truck attempted to go around me to turn right in front of me.  Oncoming traffic made him stop.  Once I turned, he turned and started to pass me, but while he was still beside me, he attempted to come over and run me off the road.  I had to brake…HARD.  Once he came over, maintaining his speed, I resumed my speed.  He then slammed HARD on his brakes.  I had to brake so hard I narrowly missed him by inches, and a car behind me narrowly missed me.  My daughter and I were terrified at this man’s erratic behavior.  I instantly called the police.  He repeated slamming on his brakes again then took off at a high rate of speed.  I think I got the license plate correct, but I was so shaken I wasn’t 100% sure.  When he was about 100 yards in front of me, I saw his reverse lights come on.  He was backing towards me.  I am sure I sounded panicked to the police department, but I couldn’t help it.  Before I got too close, he drove forward again and slightly turned off at the next road. I think he was going to wait for me to pass then get behind me again, but there was another car behind me that got in his way, and he just took off. I never saw that truck again, but you can believe I have been on the watch for it ever since.  I do have a concealed carry permit, but I have never in my life felt that I needed to carry a gun.  That night made me think twice.  What if he had gotten out of his truck?  What would he have done to me and my daughter?  Did he think we could possibly have been a real threat to him?  I just wanted him to back off my tail end before he hit us.

Another more recent incident happened with my teen daughter.  I went out of town and she ended up in severe pain requiring medical treatment.  Her boyfriend was rushing her to the doctor while she was on the phone with the doctor and he accidentally cut another man off.  There was no ill will intended. He was simply a teenage boy panicking because he didn’t know what to do or where he was going.  It just so happened they ended up at a traffic light next to this man.  The man started yelling at my daughter and her boyfriend, stating that his kid was in the car and if they had hit him he would have killed them.  Seriously?  If they had hit the car, it would have been a minor fender bender and his kid would have been fine.  I know, because my children have been in car accidents as passengers.  They turned out just fine.  Guess what, most people do.  So a front fender is worth two lives?  Here’s another shocker…cars are repairable, replaceable and won’t be in your life forever anyway.  Now the life of a person…tell me how they compare.  What this man didn’t know…didn’t care to know, was that these were two scared kids… and at that moment my daughter was in severe enough pain that she ended up going to the emergency room.  For reasons such as this, whenever a person cuts me off I try to keep it in perspective…what is happening in their life?  Did they just lose a loved one?  Do they have an emergency?  Or maybe they just didn’t see me…we all have blind spots.

You may not like my take on these situations, you may come up with your excuses to support people similar to the ones I’ve describe.  You may also come up with excuses for your own reactions in these instances, but before you react, or before you even comment on this post, ask yourself some hard questions.  People want to view the world as black and white, but it’s not. I know I’m not usually a logical thinker, so I know it can be hard to think critically sometimes.  But try some critical thinking.  Try to think of what the bigger picture may be.  Then think about how this world would be if everyone did just that.  Imagine that.



By Kris Heaton Posted in World

The Age of Too Much Information

There is no doubt that we are living in an age of information. Anyone can receive any information they wish at any time at the click of a mouse or even via a voice question on a smart phone. Sounds great…right?  I am starting to see why this is not so great.

First I have to apologize for I am not going to be able to be 100% forthright in my thoughts here in order to protect someone’s privacy, but I will do my best to explain why I am starting to see that the age of information may be doing more harm than good. While  this may be true for both adults and children, I am going to focus on children.

When I was a kid, I don’t remember ever feeling like I had to  label myself in any way whatsoever. I was simply a kid running about with my friends and enjoying life. Sure I know some kids had identities with various groups (i.e. Let’s say jocks vs hoods), but over all, we were just all kids having a good time.  We faced peer pressure from other kids in our environment, but it seemed relatively easy to withdrawal if need be so that those pressures could be dealt with or even avoided.

We weren’t inunindated with so much information from the media (such as tv, news media, social websites). We didn’t have constant contact with people like we do now. Withdrawing to your bedroom to be alone didn’t mean you were alone on Facebook with thousands of your closest (sarcasm) friends and instant messaging. You may have had a magazine or two with new ideas or human interest stories to contemplate, but it wasn’t to a computer with endless news stories of celebrities making sex tapes or having sex changes.  No, it meant you were truly alone…or maybe on the phone with one person.

Fast forward a few decades, and now there is constant contact. With that contact, information is thrown at kids from every facet of media you can think of. As if being a kid with hormones throwing your emotions out of whack isn’t enough, now they are constantly being bombarded with ideas that were once unthought of to kids but have now become mainstream news stories.  For example, gender identity. Ok, so yes there have always been kids who struggled with their gender. Many girls went through tomboy stages and still ended up being girls in the end. Many girls or boys eventually found that they were gay, and they evolved in their sexual preferences as adults; when they were better able to deal with those changes. But in today’s information society, it seems kids can no longer work these issues out over time and serious contemplation. As the idea of being transgender has become more and more mainstream, now kids feel the need to pick their identity early. Perhaps too early. At a time when their hormones are out of control, emotions are out of whack and they are still trying to adjust to natural changes, they seem to feel that they must strongly identify one way or another before their body has even completed the natural process of deciding for them. A time when being transgender has become mainstream.  If a child’s body hasn’t fully received the amount of hormones it will ultimately receive, this may leave him or her confused about who they are. Enter the dangers of media, and thoughts grow into doubts or become questions of gender identity.

Now forgive me if you are reading this and are gay or transgender, but at such a young age (while there are a few exceptions) not every child is ready to make such strong life decisions such as taking hormones to change what nature hasn’t even completed yet. If a 30 year old can regret a tattoo received at 18, isn’t that proof enough that we don’t always know what we truly want when we are young? Sure we think we do, but then time shows us who we really are. I think over centuries we (people) should have learned by now that time and experience are the best teachers in life, not endless streams of media telling us what we should believe. After all, we are starting to learn relying on sites such as WebMd may not always be the best source of health information, as it can easily make your common cold look like you’re going to die. So too the media is twisting the minds of our young into making them feel they have life or death decisions to make, when in reality they may just need a dose of downtime and a little less information.


After I wrote this blog, I came across an article worth reading.  You should check it out here.


Isn’t it interesting that we are now living in a day and age where everyone is offended by everything from a historical flag to an occupational job title that has the word “man” in it (i.e. mailman), or even the customs of a holiday that has taken place in various forms through various cultures and religions (including paganism) for centuries just because it does not coincide with one’s current religious views?  Hell, even students on college campuses are offended when they are challenged to critically think about the world, the concept of humanity, or even their own behaviors, stating that their “feelings have been hurt.”  And don’t get me started on those people who choose to immigrate to another country and then complain about that country’s beliefs, freedoms and customs (if it offends you, don’t move there!).

So if everyone is so deeply offended by these things, why is it that:

No one is offended when they see a child (or classmate) being bullied or ganged up on by a bunch of other kids.

No one is offended when “refugees” are ruthlessly attacking and raping women in their own countries.

No one is offended when countless men in our own country partake in supporting the growing sex trafficking epidemic.

No one is offended when they see more and more cops, the very people they also want to defend and protect them, being ruthlessly killed.

Exactly why is it offensive to hear a word you don’t like, an idea you don’t agree with or the reminder of true historical things that once took place, yet it is OK to see such humiliation, degradation, disrespect and brutality taking place in our world.  Are your feelings so much more important than human dignity, humanity or even life itself?


We the People…

I have never been a political person.  Most of my life I never followed anything that even had to do with politics.  I would only pay attention to politicians the closer it got to the presidential election, and then I would vote in that election for who I thought should be president.  I have been so non-nonchalant about the government and its political game that I usually did not even know who the people in the other races on that ballot were.  All that mattered to me was who I thought should be in the oval office.  As for how I picked who I would vote for….well, I got the major points off people I trusted, a few news tidbits and went with it.  I now know that as an American that is pretty shameful.  But now I have opened my eyes, and what I find even more tragic is that many Americans are similar to me.  They have gone so far as to choose their elected officials based on the opinions of celebrities such as Oprah, for the color of the candidate’s skin or even for their gender – maybe for the sake of “finally getting someone” in the office that is not a white male, or for the sake of keeping non-white males out of office.  What most people do not realize is that each of those choices is just as ugly, unjust and inexcusable as the other.  One should not vote for a person for the sake of being progressive. Everyone should review and research the candidates and fully understand who they are voting for.  If that is as overwhelming to you as it is to me, then openly discuss them with more politically educated people so that you at least learn the different views going forth.  I stress openly here, because you need to hear both sides of the coin.  One must realize that no one person should tell you who you should vote for.  And take note: The true choice for which candidate to vote for should be based on the candidate’s experience, leadership, and a true love and concern for the shape of country.  

Sadly….in at least the last decade (from when I started noticing the political game), our government has not embodied such individuals.

I cannot say exactly what took place that woke me up from my political slumber.  But what is important is that I finally did wake up.  So now for me to address all the atrocities taking place in Washington by our “leaders” is hard for me to put into words , but I hope that I can at least make some sense to get a few points across.

Our country, the great United States of America, is no longer great…by far.  Shocked that I said that?  Don’t be.  Take a step out and see how the rest of the world views us.  The very document that helped to make our country great…our Constitution… is now attacked and viewed as open for debate.  How so?  Here’s just one example – the right to bear arms debate.  I have never desired to own a gun in my life.  However, the moment our government started saying we did not need to own guns, that was the moment that I decided I needed a gun.  So yes, I purchased one.  I am learning to shoot it, and quite frankly, I’m pretty good at it.

Anyway, back to our “leaders”.  Whatever keeps politicians looking like the “good guy” or puts money in their pockets will direct where their attention goes.  Our country has become so over-wrought with political correctness that instead of our leaders being decisive, take-charge luminaries, they have become weak and self-serving fascists.  In case you need to know what fascism is, it is a state that is led by a leader such as a dictator and a martial government composed of the members of the governing fascist party — to forge national unity and maintain a stable and orderly society. How do they maintain an orderly society?  NOT by controlling violence.  In all actuality, fascism rejects assertions that violence is automatically negative in nature, and views political violence, war, and imperialism as means that can achieve national rejuvenation. Do you see the events playing out in this country (some I dare say have actually been perpetuated by our very president)?  Take a look around people…racial tensions in this country have digressed 50 years.  Hell, they have more than digressed, they have actually flipped.  It took our country decades to break the injustices against black people (and yes I will say black, because unless you personally migrated here from Africa, you are not African, you are simply an American – please forgive my political incorrectness) to now only succumb to it being alright for whites to be the only race it is acceptable to discriminate against.  We are in the 21st Century.. there should NOT be any discrimination at all in the United States of America!  People are people, period.  We are all the same, we just have a variety of colors that makes humanity beautiful.  Enough with the labels already.

Anyway…back to the state of our country.  When President Franklin D. Roosevelt served during the Great Depression, he created the New Deal to stimulate the economy.  When our country was financially devastated, this plan was desperately needed.  Welfare and other public assistance programs that we know today were born out of this.  The New Deal was created to get people back on their feet, back to being self-sufficient.  It was NOT created to give them a reason to be lazy and live out of someone else’s pocket.  However, in today’s society everyone wants free handouts.  Who doesn’t like getting something for free?  Well guess what…they aren’t free.  Every dime handed out comes from somewhere else…it may be from a working man’s paycheck.  It may come from taxes on groceries or gasoline (and yes even the unemployed get taxed here whether you realize it or not).  But you better believe every “free” dollar received has been paid for by you, me and everyone else.

So now as we move forward, with politicians trying to be “heroes” and politically correct, and everyone wanting freebies…we have this development taking place that no one wants to admit.  Socialism.  I know people out there think the idea of socialism is fabulous.  Why would they?  Well, they are looking at the positive aspects of socialism: everyone has equal opportunities and social, economic and political inequalities are reduced. But those people need to take a real hard look at socialist countries, including those who have left that form of government behind and why.  The number one reason socialism cannot work?  Government bureaucrats actually control everything, limiting political freedoms, and in reality regulating wealth.  Economically, socialism hurts entrepreneurs due to higher taxes.  Reducing wealth does not eliminate poverty, it just creates less money to distribute, thereby eventually bringing EVERYONE down financially. And here’s a kicker – if there is no gain to working hard, why work hard?  Negative feelings are generated between workers if they have no incentives to work harder, or better if they are going to be paid the same as “lazy workers”.  This impacts employee motivation and production.  So now we have a drop in production and a drop in shared money.  The end result would be a worse economy than you can imagine.  And let’s not forget personal freedoms…in a society where everyone is equal, do you think you will have the choice to put your child in a private school vs public or even home school?  Do you think you have a choice in your healthcare if you are put on a wait list to see those doctors that don’t have the motivation to perform well since they too will be making only as much money as the clerks in the store?  And on a personal level, what if you have a loved one who needs special care? My sister-in-law, Julie, who inspired me to write this post with what she calls her “rants”, made a great point.  She has twin daughters with down syndrome.  She has the freedom right now to put them in special schools when needed and raise them the best way she can while she home schools her three other children.  Freedoms such as these would disappear and the government would step in, most likely to take her girls away and put them in a special home.  No longer would she have a say in how to raise these two beautiful girls.  Julie summed up socialism vs. our current freedoms better than I can:

Socialism – Government dictates what we need and want. We are all equal in all aspects of our life. Healthcare, jobs, schools, etc are all given by the government for the well-being of the greater good. We work, but our money is put back into the government for the purpose of the common good. Peace, we are all doing the same thing for the common good of all. Sounds great!

Freedom – Government governs and protects. We choose our healthcare, jobs, schooling and we can achieve any goals. Our money is ours to spend or donate as we desire. We work hard for all we have. We can be unique in our lifestyles and we are not being cared for by anybody but ourselves. Sounds very hard!

Damn right being free does sound hard!  But look at how many people in the world have left their countries for our “hard” country.  Why?  Freedom.  And to quote Julie once again “I would rather die a poor woman with nothing than to have someone dictate my life.”  People have died for centuries for the freedoms Americans seem quick to want to throw away right now.  Freedoms that include capitalism and the foundation laid forth by our forefathers in the United States Constitution.  Our current politicians are degrading the Constitution of the United States and are pedaling socialism.  They take in refugees and provide them with handouts to set them on equal ground as hard-working Americans.  They are already planting the seeds of socialism with every new foot that comes to American soil.

But enough of my rant on socialism.  It all boils down to the fact that this is an election year.  Beware of these socialistic or fascist politicians.  Open your eyes and see what our current government administration has done to damage this country.  Notice the politicians who support what has already taken place.  Notice the corruption that looms in all political parties.  You cannot avoid the political party system, but you can stand up for our Constitution.  We the People have the voice and the power to make this country great once again.  Don’t allow the government to take that away.  Don’t blindly be misguided by the masses.  Make an educated vote.  Take responsibility for your own decisions and decide what sort of country you want to live in.  A Great One?  Or one that is on the verge of crumbling like Rome.

Thank you for listening to my first political rant.


Under Pressure

Every so often a tremendous sadness overcomes me and I just have to cry.  I usually cannot explain why.  Of course there certainly are days where I’ve cried because of very specific circumstances in my life.  But I never told anyone before that there I times that the sadness will become so much that I will just cry with no explanation (not even my therapist, when I had one). While this sadness may hit me quite often during the day, luckily the formation of actual tears usually happens most often when I am laying in bed at night. There in the comfort of darkness I can cry, and I do not feel the need to determine the reason why or to explain something I myself cannot fully comprehend.  As you most likely know from this blog, I have had my bouts of anxiety and slight depression.  Along with that, I have had my doses of prozac and therapy.  I have been off prozac and have not been to therapy in a little over a year now and no, I do not feel the need for either at this point in my life.  But then there are days like today.

Today was one of those days, where the heaviness just sinks in and there is no way out other than through the passage of tears.  But today it did not happen in the solitude of darkness.  Today, as always, the feeling caught me off guard as I was laughing while talking to a dear friend.  I was laughing!  Then I suddenly wanted to cry.  I could not hide it, no matter how much I wanted to.  So I was in a situation where it seemed an explanation was warranted.  So I started just randomly talking.  What did I do today?  What took place?  What did I read?  Then little by little, tiny details starting coming forward.

I love sharing.  It seems at present I have an abundance of friends online, but less that I can count on one hand in person.  I’m ok with that.  The ones I have in person I hold near and dear to my heart. They are my family, and I enjoy my small group of confidants.  But as I said, I love sharing.  Because of this, I do spend a great deal of time on Facebook. There I can connect with my extended family and friends past and present and near and far.  The majority of the time I find Facebook to be humorous, uplifting, entertaining, and I can share jokes and stories with anyone who wants to listen.  But lately there has been much more going on there.  It has been full of politics, race wars, animal cruelty, missing children reports, and then stories that go even darker into the depths of the evil side of the human race.  Now what is odd about me is that do I enjoy watching shows like Dateline or those about unsolved mysteries, but I quit watching the news a long time ago, because I did not want to be bombarded with stories regarding acts of cruelty or senseless violence. Yes, I know…it’s a contradiction.  Anyway, I learned a long time ago to monitor the negativity that comes into my life the best that I can.  I had to.  I know now that I am an empath.  I did not fully understand what this meant until recently.  As a child, I would lay in bed at night, unable to sleep, because horrific real life events that I would hear in passing would run through my head and I would worry, cry, toss and turn all night.  They were nightmares for me, but they were real for the very people who faced such experiences.  So I learned to block them out.

Now, as I browse through Facebook, watching inspirational videos, reading inspirational stories, sharing jokes, every few posts there it is.  One of those posts.  Hatred.  Murder.  An abused pet.  An abandoned child.  A missing child.  A murdered child.  And yes, some things even more sinister than that.  Things only horror movies should be made of.  As I started sharing the things I’ve read or saw today with my friend, another one would come to mind that I saw yesterday. Then one from the day before.  And it continued.  And the tears flowed.  What has become of our world?

So I got home from work wanting to hug my children tightly because, for now, they are safe.  Instead of letting my two teens  think their mom has lost it again, I took them to get frozen yogurt.  In the car as we laughed and acted stupid, helping me forget the sadness for today, the perfect song started to play…..”Under Pressure” by Queen and David Bowie.  And I have to ask, why can’t we as humans truly give love a chance?  Why?

Under Pressure
(Queen & David Bowie)

Pressure pushing down on me
Pressing down on you, no man ask for
Under pressure that burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets

It’s the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming, “Let me out!”
Tomorrow gets me higher
Pressure on people – people on streets

Chippin’ around, kick my brains ’round the floor
These are the days – it never rains but it pours
People on streets – people on streets

It’s the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming, “Let me out!”
Tomorrow gets me higher, higher, higher…
Pressure on people – people on streets

Turned away from it all like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don’t work
Keep coming up with love but it’s so slashed and torn
Why, why, why?


Insanity laughs under pressure we’re cracking
Can’t we give ourselves one more chance?
Why can’t we give love that one more chance?
Why can’t we give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love?..

‘Cause love’s such an old-fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure
Under pressure


Quit Blaming, Start Healing

Rarely do I write two blogs in one day.  Rarely do I comment on controversial topics anywhere, but I am so tired of all the comments about whose lives matter. Everywhere on social media I see hashtags for such-and-such lives matter.  Screw that!  ALL lives matter regardless of age, race, religion, occupation, etc.  People need to stop blaming “all” for the actions of one.  Start taking responsibility for your own actions. If you weren’t part of the situation first hand, don’t point fingers and accuse. Be respectable citizens of your community.  Be good neighbors even to the neighbors who are a different race, religion, whose names you don’t know, etc.  Respect law enforcement. 99% of them really DO care. They are in their profession because they want to work to protect and serve their communities. Stop making everything “us vs. them”; whether that be “white vs. black”, “civilian vs. cop”, “christian vs. atheist”. We are all a part of this world. It is up to ALL of us to make it better, not worse just because of the actions of one or two individuals.  All whites are not to blame for the evil in this world. All cops are not bad.  All atheists are not evil.  All Christians are not righteous.  Accept people for their differences. Do not tolerate the actions of criminals.  Just simply stop living to fight and blame and point fingers.  Start living to enjoy life, to learn about each other.  To get along with each other.  This country, hell this world, has come a long way in one hundred years.  Why do I feel like people are regressing recently.  Don’t fall for mob mentality.  Open your eyes and critically evaluate the world around you, and I will repeat this…IF YOU WERE NOT PART OF THE SITUATION FIRST HAND, DO NOT ACCUSE OR POINT FINGERS!!

There’s my rant. I love you all and may God or whatever deity you believe in bless you all. It’s time for healing, especially in this country of ours – the UNITED States of America.  It’s time for peace.


hatred-paralyzes-life-love-releases-it-hatred-confuses-life-love-harmonizes-it-hatred-darkens-life-love-illuminates-it-quote-martin-luther-king-jr martin-luther-king-jr-quotes-7

tumblr_inline_n6vijjuysC1qhmvfn mlk-quote

December 21st

mayan calendar

I make a joke about the world ending in three days due to the Mayan calendar ending.  But in all seriousness,there is so much senseless violence in this world (and it just seems to be getting worse), that sometimes I do wish it would just end.  Especially in light of the terrible tragedy in a Connecticut’s Sandy Hook Elementary School last Friday.   My heart breaks for these precious babies and their families.

I listen to all the debates on gun control vs. the right to bear arms, and while I won’t tell you where I stand on this debate, I can tell you that the violence isn’t only due to guns.  Two years ago in China, several innocent children also lost their lives in five separate school incidents.  They weren’t killed by guns; they were killed by a knife.  You can read about it here.  And just like now, my heart was filled with great sadness for those children and their families.  It doesn’t matter to me that this took place in another country.  All that matters is that it took place, and it shouldn’t have.  So we can throw blame any way we want…blame the parents, blame the media, blame weapons, blame music, blame violent movies.  There really is no one answer.  Our world is out of control.

So Friday, December 21, 2012 at 11 pm, when the world is supposed to end, I can’t help but pray that it really does.  I know we will all move on to someplace better.  I firmly believe that.