I never did feel that breakthrough moment when I’m glad I worked out. Oh well. It’s done. And you will be happy to see that I have not tuned in to the news yet, so no ranting today. I’m sure when I do listen, I will be hopping mad about something. Here’s a happy note to close on: Walking on a Dream by Empire of the Sun. Have a great day and pray for rain.
So in the middle of my workout, I was feeling pretty miserable. This is no picnic. But I’m glad it’s over. I’m also glad I got the treadmill out of the way before I checked out the news.
Oh yeah…it’s Political Rant Time!
Dolores Huerta was granted the Presidential Medal of Freedom by President Obama. She joins the ranks of other honorees such as Walt Disney, Gordon B. Hinckley, Jackie Robinson, Charleton Heston, Pope John Paul and the like. Okay, who is this chica? Let’s look at her resume for a moment. She is an honorary chair of the Democratic Socialists of America. Gee. Wow. Super.
I find it immensely ironic that a medal representing FREEDOM is being given to a Socialist. Socialists don’t espouse freedom, and don’t try and tell me otherwise. Huerta has admitted to revering Hugo Chavez and his regime in Venezuela. She waxes on and on about how glorious life in Venezuela is: ‘they have these medical co-ops right in the factories where people can go to the dentist and the doctor for FREE’. Question for you, Huerta. If it’s so damned wonderful in Venezuela, why aren’t you there? Or the millions of other illegal immigrants? Please tell me, because it makes no sense whatsoever for people to ask ‘why can’t America do this’ when there are supposedly countries out there doing it and doing it great. Flock to THOSE countries, for Pete’s sake. Leave my America alone. Socialism is great until you run out of everyone else’s money. (I stole that quote, possibly from Madeline Albright?)
What’s so bad about Hugo, you ask? Oh I don’t know, maybe it’s the KIDNAPPINGS of political opponents? Maybe it’s his joke of a college that turns out doctors in three years instead of seven, and engineers in two years instead of five. How come people aren’t traveling to Venezuela to get special surgeries done? Who knows?
Another quote by Huerta: “Republicans hate Latinos.” Thank you so much, Huerta, for putting emotions on me. I took several years of Spanish in high school and college. I routinely would translate for latinos in my church when there wasn’t anyone else available. (Almost anyone else is better than I!) I used to have several latin American friends. Guess what? These so-called friends started accusing me of racism. Thanks so much! I don’t agree with their politics, and all of a sudden I’m a racist? People like you, Huerta, are causing rifts among people. So screw you and screw your Medal of Freedom, and screw President Socialist Obama. I am so sick of people like my former latina friends saying, “Don’t tell me I’m socialist”. Guess what? If Obama isn’t a freaking Socialist, then he at least is having a love affair with every Socialist person within throwing distance. Huerta, Anita Dunn, Van Jones, Carol Browning, Valerie and Vernon Jarett and so on and so forth. These people I’ve named are currently serving or have served under Obama’s administration doing ‘important office things’ (quote from “Don’t Tell Mom the Babysitter’s Dead” love that movie). Don’t even get me started on the Muslim Brotherhood.
In case you couldn’t tell, I am seriously ticked off right now. Democrats, Liberals…open your damn eyes to who is the sitting president and what his agenda is. Romney wasn’t my favorite pick, and I’m a Mormon, but he’s going to be a darn sight better than our current SOB. (Socialist Obama, Barack). Maybe I shouldn’t listen to the news anymore…
Yesterday being a holiday…HA! I still walked! Granted, it was at 9:15pm around the neighborhood with my daughter, but still. I am awesome.
We were scraping the bottom of the barrel with regard to groceries, so DH went to the grocery for me yesterday morning. He came home with the ingredients for grilling out, and ALSO a box of Twinkies and a case of caffeine-free Coke. He loves me. He really loves me.
We shuffled things around the computer room because we painted the dark and gloomy paneling a nice almond cream color. I moved the treadmill so that it is oriented out the nice and clean sliding doors. I love watching the birds/squirrels/rabbits frolic on the grass while I walk. It’s going to be a great week. Thank you, MuteMath for Clipping. Nice stuff.
So, I have what, seven readers? Well, seven more people in the world will be informed. Who is this Brett Kimberlin person? Why blog about him? Did he survive a tragic accident or invent the cure for cancer? Um, no. He’s just a guy from Indiana. He did start a non-profit organization called Justice Through Music. That sounds good, doesn’t it? Rock the vote, and all that. He’s kind of getting picked on lately. I mean, dedicating May 25th as blog about Kimberlin day, that’s kind of mean-spirited, right? He’s just a po’ boy from my home state. Well, not exactly poor. His JTM organization and oh, I almost forgot, his other organization called “Velvet Revolution”, have pulled in a few bucks from some no name donors…Barbara Streisand, George Soros, Tides Foundation, Heinz Family Foundation, to the tune of 1.8 million greenbacks. Nice. But hey, I don’t begrudge people their millions, because I’m going to make millions someday and I don’t want anybody begrudging me my money.
So, why blog about Brett today? Well, it appears that he has a nasty habit of trying to take down people who talk smack about him. Smack like, he shot and killed a grandmother in cold blood because the grandmom was trying to discourage his relationship with her granddaughter, who was 10. He didn’t like anyone interfering with his designs, so he showed up at the house and shot grandma in the head. When things got hot for him as a suspect in the case, he tried to deflect police business away from him. He set bombs around Speedway, Indiana. One of them successfully took the leg and fingers off a guy coming out of a football game outside Speedway High School. The victim later committed suicide, unable to handle life as an amputee.
So, put Kimberlin’s butt in jail, right? Problem solved. Yeah, he served thirty years. Now he’s out, and he’s touting Social Justice and so on. Oh, and when people mention his colored past, he gets all up in their faces and starts making threats. Threats like, I don’t know, calling 911, claiming to be the DA, and ‘confessing’ to shooting his wife, then giving the DA’s address, to which a SWAT team surrounds, yanks the DA and wife out of bed, and puts the couple through hell, because…what??? Yeah. This particular assistant DA, Patrick Frey, had been blogging (under the name Patterico) and criticizing Kimberlin’s business partner. Kimberlin didn’t take too kindly to the scrutiny or the truth, for that matter. Frey’s secretaries at work started getting threatening phone calls. The SWAT team incident followed soon after.
Frey isn’t the only one who revealed the truth about what kind of guy Kimberlin is, and he’s not the only one who got threatened. Turns out, pretty much any big conservative blogger with an audience that criticizes Brett gets threatened, harassed, or perhaps worse. Now, I’m not going to speculate on the deaths that turned up after the harassments. Circumstantial stuff. (Think Breitbart and the heart attack?) Strangely, the coroner who did Breitbart’s autopsy died of arsenic poisoning just a few days after that, but I digress.
I think the whole point of “Blog about Brett Kimberlin Day” is to get the truth out there en force. People shouldn’t be afraid to tell the truth. Communist regimes, Socialist regimes,…those are environments that quell truth for fear of retaliation. So here I am, a lowly food and treadmill blogger, telling the truth about some thug that touts Social Justice. (Don’t even get me started on that RIDICULOUS phrase. It makes me throw up in my mouth).
The truth shall set you free. And walking regularly does too.
Filled with creamy goodness, soft and spongy cake.
Golden food with glistening sweetness,
Purest white, whipped delight.
Where are you, my darling Twinkie?
Went to the store the other day with the express intent of buying a box of Twinkies, and the store only had Little Debbie cakes, no Hostess items. Argh! Yes, Little Debbie has some tasty cakes. We had Lemon Meringue cakes and Boston Cream cakes, but come on. I just really want a Twinkie.
Yes, I walked today. Bye
Back to reading while walking on the treadmill. Hey, whatever works. Have a good one.
I joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints when I was conveniently 8. In the ‘Mormon’ church, children aren’t baptized until they reach the age of accountability. That phrase, age of accountability, means eight years old to us. Children are taught all about Jesus and Heavenly Father from birth on, and when they turn 8, they’re old enough to decide if they want to keep on that path. So I was 8 when my family started talking to the missionaries, and my parents let me decide, and I decided Yes.
One of the basic tenets of the Gospel of Jesus Christ is the concept of Agency. As in, free agents. As in, we have a gift from God that no one can take away: it is the gift of Choice. We can choose to believe in God or not. We can choose the way we think about life. We can choose to live a moral life or not. Part of this process is realizing that there is another entity out there who wants to take our agency away from us. Satan has some effective tools at his disposal for doing just that.
Consider, if a person chooses to use a highly addictive illegal drug, he has just limited his freedom of choice. The body will now make it a necessity for that person to use the drug indefinitely, unless he is able to break the habit or dies. He had that first choice, but then became unable to choose afterwards.
Same concept with any addicting behavior, even seemingly innocuous items such as coffee and cigarettes. Once you make that initial choice, then your subsequent choices are limited. Same thing with pornography, or in some cases, Twinkies.
Many youthful lessons at home or church talk about choices and consequences, because it is such a basic principle. I’ve seen child-class teachers use a stick to represent the concept. They tape the word ‘choice’ on one end and the word ‘consequence’ on the other end. Then they ask kids to come up and pick up the stick. You can’t pick up the choice without picking up the consequence. Further lessons teach that not all choices are bad. They’re just choices, and every choice has an end result.
Why all this talk about choices and consequences? Well, my long dearth of no treadmill walking led to the consequence I mentioned on Thursday. I felt like I was 100…joint pain, aching back and so on. I was choosing not to walk because it was ‘too hard’ , ‘I didn’t feel like it’, ‘I didn’t want to spend that time exercising’ and so on. I was making my choice and feeling stubborn about it. But that choice led to the consequence of feeling horrible and frankly, my freedom to enjoy simple things, like getting up from a sitting position, was taken away. So, as I’ve written many times before on this blog, I don’t have the choice of not exercising and then feeling great. The consequence doesn’t go with that particular choice.
Today I was sweating and hurting and feeling grumpy and panting because I have this stupid cold or allergy, but dang it, I was walking. And I really do feel better after I have had this exercise. As I got my good shoes on I was pondering what I would write about in my blog this morning, and the concept of choices came to mind. Maybe tomorrow I’ll write about food…
Did it. It hurt. Glad it’s over.
It’s true; this entire time that I haven’t blogged, I also haven’t walked/ran on the treadmill. As you know, V1ct0r1a Jun10r (I don’t know if it’s a girl or boy) coming along nicely. Yesterday, trying to get off the couch, I felt like I was about 100 years old. Prior to my break from exercising, I felt great with this pregnancy. After three weeks (four weeks?) of not walking, my body was really protesting the changes going on. I finally bit the bullet and got back on. For my own sake, I must walk daily. I know it will make me feel better. Had a great time listening to music I’ve missed and even got up to a little jog. I’m back for good! Happy Birthday to my Etherealanna today who is now 12.