As a unique individual who by God's Grace was even as a child blessed to retain imagery, information and focal points of time, one of my recollections is laying in my mother's arms.This though is not some Ward and June Cleaver bliss. This was my life. While I listen to Roseanne Barr and that kid playing Chip Douglas on My Three Sons whine about "not real television families", I would like to tell those idiots that many children would have given all they were and all they ever would be to have such a nice home and wonderful people around you.
My life which is an adventure is a memory of that time of my little bit of a nothing Mother, holding me, while dust blew in my eyes, an engine deafened me and that same soil made it difficult for me to breathe, because my Mother had to work and drag a little child along as there were no babysitters as there was just the struggle of life on a sharecroppers existence.
I do not speak a great deal about my Abraham Lincoln existence as it is no ones business if David was locked in a cave most of his life only relying on God against all odds. It is none of the snots of this world who rant about me business as they are so unqualified to even speak to me that they should just continue to vote for Obama and wail away in their illegitimate menagerie.
My life is about ladies. There are indeed three classes of that sex in females one witnesses as these grunting creatures of breeding atrophy like Peggy Noonan vacuous of any loyalty. Women who are like so many numbers in void of God and morals, simply one Joy Behar boob in your face day at a time waiting around for more, and, Ladies, who are moral, God fearing, with a strength that only comes from being broken, shattered, destroyed and put together again. They have nothing to prove as they have been there and been through it.
The photo above is of Hannie Caulder, a fictional character portrayed by Raquel Welch. In the movie, 3 criminal murder her husband and then gang rape her.
Hannie follows a gunfighter who finds her across a desert, barefoot and wearing that blanket above, because she is living for one thing. Vengeance.
Along the way she devotes a great deal of time to building her hand strength and learning how to fire a handgun.
At which point, she "Shoot em again Hannah", hunts down and kills 3 three males who murdered her life and gang raped her.
Every male in life is terrified of a Lady. Every man in life hates a Lady, but every Gentleman in life worships and admires a Lady, because a Lady has absolute strength and will. That is what terrifies and filled with hatred the left concerning Sarah Palin.
That is why I loved Sarah Palin as she was strong and there is just something interesting in a woman with a gun as it makes life lively.
This is why I supported Kirsten Gillibrand in part as she took the hard step in having children and has no fear concerning firearms. When you grow up in the brier patch, graduate to the wilderness of life and exist in the last place on earth, the last thing when you really need someone or something as life depends on it is to hear, "Oh I'm afraid", "Oh I don't think I can" or "I can't do that".
There is an absolute to be celebrated in strong Ladies. If Hillary Clinton would have not existed in fear based in love of Bill and lust for power, she would have not had to be bouncing lamps off his head. Cut Bill's nuts off the first time he strays and nail them to the wall and Chelsea has a happy home.
If more females and women would find God and stop trying to be men, the men of this world would be a great deal more interesting to all phases of the feminine form as they would have to start behaving like Gentlemen and stop being lazy.
It might be the cure for lesbianism, but as that is an Obama voting block they probably are not looking to reign in fear and actually start defining themselves as the most of creations of God.
This is not about women being men. This is about women being a higher order, a Spiritual strength, a Lady, like none other in the creation plan.
I pity most women as they do not know who they are and they are trying to be something they are not. Most settle for the most inept of males. That is my first thought as of late when hearing from someone in not paying attention to a soliloquy of nonsense, but thinking, "That poor woman married to such a professing ignorant and those tortured children who see a Mother putting up with that and thinking that is all there is to men."
And no, that is not talking of divorce, but it is speaking of women need to stop trying to change men, start instead attempting to be moral Ladies and then demanding from their husbands and boyfriends to be treated as such.
You can not change a man, but you can make him obey rules of conduct which will at least put into his repetition a virtue that in time he will least act out the inclination of being a Gentleman.
There is great virtue in armed Gentlemen and Ladies. As a police officer once said to a married couple who were being hounded by some attachling, "Get a gun, shoot twice if he bothers you in your home again and I didn't tell you that". An armed society is a polite society, because when some blathering keyboard ranter or some digital head hiding behind what they think is safety, understood there is a definite price to pay, words would come out more pleasant and people would mind their own failed little world instead of trying to bother others.
Sarah Palin and Kirsten Gillibrand are such women as they come from rural culture where for the most part people behave. They learn this as there is always some Veteran in their midst who just says, "Enough" and injures severely some lout who can not behave.
While upstate New York might be a little more serene, I'm still told that in remote areas of America lead poisoning cures rudeness yet.
I only associate with strong Ladies, and, find it amusing when I'm contacted by weak ones how quickly they vacate the premises because they are not looking for strength, but males weaker than them to punish and dominate for all of their mistakes in life.
Strong Ladies teach strength. That is why they nor I ever understood anything about racism and this women's work equal rights buffoonery which comes from people with too much time, too much money and too much thinking.
You judge people by their character and nothing else. The Ladies I knew in mass taught this with a firm hand.
As far as work, they all worked their asses off, and yes asses is the term, as unless you are so fatigued, got to get up sick from child birth, snot nosed kids and work that needs to be done, so you break down and bawl and profanity comes out of you mouth, you have never worked in your life. The Ladies I knew worked themselves to wear. They dreamed of being a woman who didn't have to work. None of the liberation movement made sense to them and they knew it was a step backwards from where they came.
There are scenes one never forgets in places people have forgotten. 30 below temperatures, a howling blizzard, because that is all that it does for 10 months, some crag of a hutwork with scents of musty brush for a fire that wouldn't warm a mouse, millet on the stove and a woman who probably would have been beautiful once, if not for life.
Her grimace in labor as you roll your kates for something to do as the father is on pins and needles.
Into that old world comes of scents emerges a gasping little brown child. Snorting and struggling as steam rises from it's form with the afterbirth reaching out with that light sweet fresh scent like none other, as laying beside her is her butcher knife, the only tool she has and only weapon she has against life.
You watch that Lady as snow dust sifts in the crack in the corner and you witness completion and more strength that could bust more western men in two and more love than most western women have ever felt. It doesn't make eastern people better so you have to Stanley Ann go a huntin' for what you can't find, because the same women are all over America. It is just most of them have gotten lost along their way and they never see the virtue of being a Lady here.
And life goes on, as what happened a moment ago is gone and there is something more to be forgotten, except the perfection there is in an armed Lady.
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