Random Rant Of The Day – 10/18/2013

my FB status today:

 

Regarding ILLEGALS:
I believe we should close ALL borders until every single undocumented illegal alien either gets legal, or gets the hell out – and this is why:
With the exception of Native Americans, WE ALL have ancestors who at one
time or another, came here looking for a better life than what was had in their own country. I am not
against immigrants AT ALL…HOWEVER…What I am against wholeheartedly is coming to this country and
expecting not to abide by this country’s laws. If you truly want to be a part of this great country then do
your part as a LEGAL American citizen. DO NOT sit there and lambast this country when you do not have the
balls or the decency to legally register and become a law abiding, tax paying, etc. part of our society.Do
NOT sit there and bitch because your “rights” are being discriminated against, Do NOT sit there and piss/moan
about what you should get for free while hones,t hardworking, TAX PAYING, LEGAL citizens have to battle just to put
food on the table, and lastly – Do NOT dare to come to this great country and have the audacity to protest at
OUR landmarks and memorials while your illegal hind end sends every every un-taxed dime you make back home so
your brothers mothers aunts sister can have a great life in YOUR country. Signed, legal, social security card holding, tax paying, registered to vote American.

…annnnd I’m out.

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Government needs a timeout!

Labels, Labels, Labels

Republican, Democrat, Liberal, Conservative,etc, etc, ad nauseum.
I can’t stand labels such as these. It is my belief that they cause more harm than good, especially in this political day and age.
Each group spends more time arguing about the others than they do actually trying to FIX the very serious problems facing this country. Much of the arguing isn’t even about the issues at hand! The arguing is about which side’s opinion is right or wrong. Yeah, that ALWAYS works out when attempting to solve a problem…NOT. 
It is of my opinion that government in general is acting like a bunch of teenagers whose only issue in life is trying to be the most popular one in school. “Now, now, girls…you’re both pretty”
Here’s a thought..
Instead of all the senseless drivel about who started all of these problems in the country today, or whose fault it is, You actually set about finding the solution that will bring this country back to it’s former glory.
Instead of endlessly quarreling like a bunch of children caught misbehaving “I didn’t do it, He did!” “No, I didn’t, HE did!”..just shut the hell up, sit down and work this crap out NOW.
This country is in a shambles and it will NOT get better until we MAKE it better. Government is failing miserably at this. The PEOPLE of this country, across ALL labelled party lines, are pissed off plain and simple. At least that much is very true and is something that EVERYONE agrees on.
Soooooo I call out EVERY political party in this country to come together and start acting like adults, like the ELECTED representatives of our country. Start doing your jobs while you still have them!

….aaaand I’m out. this concludes the rant of the day (or at least the morning)

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New Fiction – The Ghost

New Fiction – The Ghost.

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Edited – The Ghost

looked up the other day to see this overhead...

looked up the other day to see this overhead…

She was obsessed with this ghost of hers.

Constantly she thought of him..yearning…aching to feel his touch once more. Every night, every morning, and throughout the day he was there in her thoughts invading her brain like a beautiful yet dangerous sickness of which there was no cure. She had kicked herself over and over again for falling so fast, so deeply, so hard for this type of thing – it didn’t exist in the real world – no, this was the stuff of fairy tales and she was smarter than that. This would surely prove once again to be a painful descent into heartbreak.

And yet, here she was…helpless for the time being. She had gone and done it – fallen. Without warning, without thinking, she allowed herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, he was the One. Maybe her dreams of being completely happy would finally come true. She believed she could spend the rest of her days with the one who was absolutely true… real…who would love her as much as anyone could possibly be loved, as much as she would love him.

But…Was he only a dream? A figment of her imagination? A little girl’s fairy tale fantasy of being rescued from the dragons and living happily ever after?

Where was he?

From the start he was essentially her “ghost”. An unexpected mysterious messenger from out of nowhere who seemed to good to be true. A being who she couldn’t yet touch, but she could definitely “feel”. His every word resonating deeply within her mind, deftly maneuvering through the numerous barricades she had against this type of thing. He was able to get inside her head and allow for the warmth she so desperately needed to feel. He could melt the icy cold depths of her heart previously frozen by sadness and cruelty. He was a voice heard only once which had somehow unlocked a deep desire inside her soul.

Once for a short time, he was made real to her and this brief encounter solidified her feelings, her need, and fueled her addiction for him. Never before in her life had a being so completely fulfilled every single nuance of what she had wanted. Every touch, every kiss, every word echoing down into the core of her being and for those short hours, everything in her world finally seemed to be “right”. She felt as though nothing would ever, could ever, hurt her again. It was also in these moments that she knew, if given the chance, there would be nothing that she wouldn’t do for him

Yes, somehow she had definitely fallen, and there was no way to escape it.

But now he is gone once again, this ghost of hers, and she is back to the waiting game. Anticipating each new message, agonizing over each passing day without him..longing for the feel of his touch. She has so much faith in him yet she cannot comprehend why…it is something she feels deeply in her gut that he is worthy of all that faith, trust, and more. She clings tightly to the hope that this wasn’t just a dream, a cruel tease of what could be..After all, it’s all she really has at this point – Hope.

Does she continue this irrational notion of a dream possibly come true? Does she truly believe there could ever be anything more than what there is now – words- and an increasing loneliness? Will the tiny self-defeating thought that eventually the “other shoe will drop” reveal itself to be truth?…Does she give up once and for all, rebuild that wall stronger than before, and ensure that No One gets through this time?….

It seems she should have known better…sometimes the loudest sound of all is silence, sometimes the words which hurt the most are the ones never spoken. What kind of cruel sorcery brought him to her only to have him disappear just as suddenly?

No explanation, no hint given: just vanished…a simple “goodbye” would have been so much less cruel.

The worst part……..she STILL hopes one day he’ll come back, she STILL wants her ghost to one day be real again.

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9/11 Ride – A Personal View

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9/11 Ride – A Personal View

9/11 Ride – A Personal View

3:30 am in the mountains just outside Christiansburg, Va, a rumble breaks the early morning silence. A single motorcycle carefully makes it’s way down the long winding roads towards “civilization” to meet up with others along the way who have also decided to make this journey. We ride out not exactly knowing what to expect once we get there, but sure in our hearts that it is something we MUST do. We come from all walks of life, all religions, all political sides, yet United – not just by the bikes we ride, but by the need to stand up for those who have risked all, those we have lost, and those who were left behind. We are not just “Bikers”…we are Americans.

What I write here is from my own personal view of the events leading up to this ride for Me. There are an infinite number of people around the globe who can tell you exactly what they were doing that day, where they were, and how they felt…This is my story.

September 11, 2001 – Manteo, North Carolina: I am 8 1/2 months pregnant with my daughter and had just come home from a part time job at the Dare County Library. As I walk in the door, the television is on and the news is reporting a large explosion at the World Trade Center. What seemed like a simple news story quickly turned into an event that would change this country and its people forever. I felt incredible heartbreak, sadness, fear, and anger all at once. I thought back to when I was a kid growing up several blocks from the area, seeing these two enormous buildings which seemed to reach the heavens…they are now gone. I thought back to walking down the streets of Manhattan surrounded by, what seemed to a child, like millions of people, surrounded by noise and activity…and now the city is silent. I thought about my hometown for the first 10 years or so of my life and how all of a sudden, in almost the blink of an eye, it has all been changed Forever. The loss of life in this single event was horrendous and my heart broke for each person from the ones who simply tried to get to their job that day, to the many many brave heroes who so desperately tried to help. This was a tragedy of epic proportions to say the very least.
On that one single day, the entire world seemed to stop and grieve.
Over the following days, I thought of my daughter who was yet to be born and I worried about the kind of world I would be bringing her up in…
I watched my kids as they learned for the first time in their lives, not only what evil can be done..but what we, as people are capable of during times of crisis. They saw an entire world come together to help, pray, support one another. They saw, in One Single Event, not only the worst of people but the BEST.
I saw my two older boys change as well. My oldest son, age 13, who had already wanted to join the local Fire Department as a junior member, became empassioned to make it a lifelong career and he excelled at it..his heart aching for the 343 NYFD brothers that lost their lives. He also worried about his uncle who worked on Wall St. at the time, and from whom we had heard nothing (thankfully he was safe). I saw my youngest son who was 8 at the time, turn from wanting to be either a stunt double for Stone Cold Steve Austin or a pro football star to wanting to become an American Soldier…he wanted to fight the bad guys who did this. I watched, as we all did, as the history of our country was changed…how it impacted every person in the world.
We were ALL changed that day.

Over the years since, I have become not only the mother of a firefighter/police officer but the mother of a soldier. I have watched my sons take on professions which put their lives at risk every day while they are trying to help others. My oldest son has never forgotten that day. When he turned 18 five years later, he also chose as his first tattoo to honor the 343 fallen firefighters and 9/11. My youngest son, while in his senior year of high school, decided to join the US Army. This brought new worry into my world because I am well aware of our country’s lack of respect for those that defend it…My opinion on that issue follows:

-Our Armed Forces-
I firmly believe we owe an overwhelming debt to our soldiers…past, present, and future. These men and women have sworn their lives to protect and defend US – the American People. Not once before during or after my son decided to enlist, was his decision based on democrat/republican/etc opinion! Not once was his decision based on Catholic, Baptist,etc religious opinion! This kid simply wanted to do what he felt was the right thing to do…Help Defend His Country.
I think the way we treat our veterans is at the very least appalling. They have given their ALL in service to this country, and should be treated with the utmost respect in return. They should NOT have to fight again for jobs, medical care, benefits, etc once they are finally home.
Our soldiers DID NOT create the wars in which they have fought, they don’t have that power. Our government does and unfortunately it is our soldiers who pay the ultimate price.. I could go on and on with facts and figures to support my argument, or rant and rave from an “army mom” point of view, but that is not what this story is about.

Fast Forward- Twelve Years Later- 9/10/21013
I have been sitting as I do around every anniversary of 9/11 thinking about what happened, and how it has affected the world. I have also kept an eye always on things that go on in this country even though I may not speak on very much of it. I have watched our government basically try to take away our rights and destroy the Constitution; watched as our president tries to force not only his healthcare but also his religion down our throats; watched as an American ambassador and others were left to die because our president didn’t want to get involved YET has the audacity to bring us to the brink of a 3rd world war over what Syria does to their OWN people. I watch how many soldiers each day never make it home because they are over in another country defending the decisions of our government. I watch as the deployment orders come in for soldiers here, including my own son, and I ache.
I am filled with an overwhelming desire to DO something…I feel the overwhelming desire to STAND UP and say this is enough!
I cannot fill those soldiers boots, I cannot bring the fallen back home, I cannot change the past… but I Damn Well can speak up for our future.

This was not a “religious” thing, not a “democrat/republic” thing, hell not even a “biker” thing….To Me, This was about being an American and standing up.
I was asked by someone at the staging area while waiting to ride into DC “Why are you here today?” and this is what I said
“To Respect, Honor, and Remember…Those that risk their life (meaning soldiers, first responders, etc), Those that have lost their lives, and Those that have yet to come home (POW/MIA, etc)”.. I represented my son in the Army, and my childhood hometown- Manhattan NYC and NYFD/Rescue 1

~And So We Rode as part of 2 Million Bikers To DC~

Written By Donna M. Williams

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