President Trump and his busloads of lawyers could find no voter fraud that would stand up in court. “Now he plans to ask the Republican state legislators to give him the electoral vote against the will of the voters from their states.”
I wonder how he plans to do that? Will he tell them his lawyer can smell a conspiracy between the Democrats and the Communists party? He will make Joe Biden and the Democrats look so bad with more lies and slander the state legislators will feel they must give their electoral votes to Trump. Trump will no doubt tell them it is their patriotic duty!
Lord, what has happened to the people in this once United States? Please help heal this fractured, crippled country.
This quote is for some of my Republican friends.
Albert Einstein — ‘The world will not be destroyed by those who do evil, but by those who watch them without doing anything.’
Some politicians should be charged with TREASON and have their citizenships revoked.
My grandfather, Andrea’s Christian Olson Hoel, was born in Tromso, Norway, in 1860. He came to America with his Father Ole, mother Johanna, and brother Gideon in 1890. Johanna died giving birth to their son Olaf in 1890. They made their first home in America at Calumet, Michigan, where Ole worked in the copper mines. The boys also worked there as soon as they were old enough.
Grandfather Andrew left Michigan and went to Northern Minnesota to work in the iron mines. He met and married his wife, Minnie Wirta, at Bovey, Minnesota. He continued working there until their daughter Alice was born. Andrew and Minnie, with baby Alice, moved to Dakota territory. Uncle Simon came to America and settled near Lake Poinsett Dakota Territory it 1873. He and his wife spent their first winter living in a Dugout on the side of a hill southeast of Lake Poinsett. The following year a sod house got built. Simon’s uncle Ole helped him build a stone house in 1880, part of that house is still standing. Andrew came to the Dakota territory to help his uncle Simon on the farm as Simon didn’t have any sons. He had five daughters.
Andrew and Minnie rented a farm near Simons, where they made their home for the next 40 years, and their son Frank, my father, was born, and they had another daughter named Elma. They lived in a sod house first. It was later covered with wood, creating walls two feet thick. Their income from that small farm was not a large amount of, money from selling cream and eggs, a few pigs in the fall, or calves. They usually traded cream and eggs for groceries in town and sold a small grain each fall.
When the stock market crashed, and the banks closed, my grandfather lost all the money that he had saved in the Bank. He was a proud Democrat and incredibly pleased to be an American citizen. It is somewhat ironic that the bank president who locked the doors and kept Grandpa’s money was a Republican. He was also a friend of grandfathers. Those were different times; some democrats and Republicans considered themselves friends and could talk and work together. We cannot say the same thing today as our society has become hostile and hateful.
In 1929 the Wall Street Stock market was making some people rich. It looked so good it was said, “even the shoeshine boy was putting his money in the stock market.” When it crashed, overnight all that money disappeared. It must have gone in someone’s pocket?
Grandpa must have been a forgiving person because he and the banker remained friends. Grandpa didn’t put money -in any bank for a long time. A little cloud hung over their friendship after that. Grandpa had recently sold some cows. He put the check in the Bank the day before the banks were all closed. Did his friend know advanced knowledge of that closing date? Could he have warned Grandpa, don’t put your check-in this Bank? Grandpa being the forgiving and loving person he was, always gave him the benefit of the doubt. He often said, “human greed” destroyed many people.
The controllers of the nation’s wealth may have been planning our future of credit card spending after the banks closed. They now have almost everybody buying with credit cards and we became their slaves. People depend on credit cards for daily existence. Big money actually killed the work incentive in this nation with EZ credit for low-income people. It is going to be hard to get that old work ethic back.
I believe my grandparents got put on this Earth to spread God’s love to all the people they met. Wherever they went to visit, they always brought something with them to give to the neighbors. They greeted everyone with the words “Gods Peace.” They understood and lived to love thy neighbor.
My dad told me about a new neighbor moving into the area one time. The stranger asked Grandpa, “What kind of people live around here? Grandpa asked him, “what kind of people lived where you came from?” The man described different people all had problems. Grandpa said, “You will find the same kind of people here.”
You might say I love my neighbor, but I hate his politics. You can say that and more because you live in America where you enjoy FREE speech. The new Trump slogan is” Rather be Russian than a democrat.” That means you don’t want freedom, that makes you a traitor! Have you served the United States in the military? If you have, you would never make such an idiotic statement. If that is your real feeling, you should not be living here. You should be living in Russia or another country with a dictator, they will tell you what type of politics you will have.
If you live in America, you have the choice to decide which way you want to go. No political party has all the right answers; we must work together for the good of all citizens. Calling each other names belittling others lying about others is tearing the country apart. We must all work together if we expect to have a free society where all men are created equal. Our forefathers would be disgusted with the childish ways and mess that has been created after all the suffering and sacrifice they endured.
The Republican party has Played Dirty politics for decades. They’re running out of tricks in their playbook. They are now trying to scare the voters into believing the Democratic party will turn this nation into a socialist state.
It appears to me that’s what the GOP goal is, control over everything. It’s not the Democratic Party that refuses to work with the other side.
It is a two-way street, but the Republicans have played it is my way or the highway for 40 years. They vowed not to help President Obama get anything done! I feel it is time for those my way or highway Boys to hit the road. Let young people in to run the government, people who will work for the nation’s good, not just the top wealth holders.
The wealth can only trickle down if the greedy loses their death grip on it.
More thoughts for the voters.
There was little or no income in the USA agricultural community in 1929. Credit was not used to buy things. People saved, and every extra Penny they had was in the bank to get saved for a rainy day. Most of these pioneers had nothing when they arrived, so they treasured everything they acquired. You made your way in this world. You did not look for handouts.
The powers-that-be created the Wall Street Crash that closed the banks. The little bit of money the hard-working people had saved got taken away. The GOP still believed you pull yourself up by your bootstraps even after they took your boots. You should; do the honorable thing stay home and die if you get sick or do like the ancient Eskimo tribes. When you get too old to be productive or bring in food. You should walk out alone and sit there until you freeze to death.
In our part of the USA, if you had no money or home, there were poor houses in the 1930s where you could stay. They had no Bathrooms or running water. They maybe had one faucet so people could get drinking water. The smell of human waste was overwhelming and bed bugs were everywhere. My dad used to say people living there lived longer because they remained active, killing bed bugs.
Franklin Delano Roosevelt thought the condition of our senior citizens was bad. He devised the Social Security plan. The Republican party fought against it. They did not believe we should have a social system of any kind in this country.
The Republicans also fought against the Medicare system, but after it became law. They passed a bill ‘in the middle of the night’ that would make trillions of dollars for the drug companies.
We need some new blood, young people with common sense to take control of the Helm of our ship of State. It’s about ready to crash into a rock pile.
The way the Republican Party acts today, they would like to see us join Putin’s Communism they want to control everything. Now they’re using the new flip flop platform. Turn it around, have voters believe the Democrats will turn us into a socialist country. If they flip flop the same lie long enough nobody will know it.
The Republican party has a long track record for the use of dirty political campaigns. I will enclose a quote about one of their young early professional poop peddlers, Lee Atwater.
“In 1988,” Mr. Atwater said, “fighting Dukakis, I said that I ‘would strip the bark off the little bastard’ and ‘make Willie Horton his running mate.’ I am sorry for both statements: the first for its naked cruelty, the second because it makes me sound racist, which I am not.” Reputation as ‘Ugly Campaigner'” “Since being stricken last year, the 39-year-old Mr. Atwater has apologized on several occasions for many of the campaign tactics he once employed and for which he was criticized. But rarely has he spoken in such detail or with such candor as in the interview for the first-person Life article.”
The GOP party leaders giving the marching orders today, spreading lies, rumors and hateful division make Lee Atwater look like a quiet, little Sunday school teacher.
The GOP’s hope. “Voters quickly forget what a man says.” —President Richard Nixon.
The Republican Party and the Religious Right is positive God has sent Donald Trump to save this country from the terrible Democrats.
I find that hard to believe unless God and the New Religious Right operate by spreading hate through lies, fear, and intimidation.
I have always thought God does his work through love.
How many of you remember the fairy tale ‘Three Billy Goats Gruff? I recall that story well, as a youngster I heard it many times. We were small children growing up on a farm near Lake Poinsett South Dakota USA. That is a long distance from Norway. My grandfather came from Norway in 1890 with his father and mother and 3 siblings, they lived in Michigan and Minnesota before coming to Dakota Territory. In 1911 he arrived here by oxen and wagon with a new bride and a baby daughter. He also had a trunk full of necessary items for survival and farming equipment. Andrew carried the many troll tails in his head, and he loved to tell them.
We were fortunate to live on a small farm near them. A neighbor had goats grazing in his yard, each trip to town took us past that goat farm. There was one big, long horned, gruff looking Billy Goat and a real colorful group of nanny goats. There were always kids running around vying with each other for the high leaping record, or leaping over each other, jumping into the air for the sheer joy of jumping. Somebody said, “they stopped to visit the owner one time, and they looked out to see their car covered with goats. Goats must be very sure-footed to climb shear, moss covered, mountain rocks, that must be why they did not slide off the car.
The goats were always out in the yard. Every time we went to town three young boys jumped around in the back seat like little goats. Always fighting for the best view and shouting three cheers for Billy and his herd as we went past in a cloud of dust. The willy goats outwitted the nasty old troll living under the bridge, I recall it vividly. We thought they were the smartest and luckiest three goats in the world. I’m enclosing a link to the Three Billy Goats Gruff story to refresh memories.
Many troll stories took place out in the Woods. I never got to spend much time in the Woods being a Prairie grass dweller, but I love to hunt deer. I would find wooded areas to hunt in. My imagination often ran on the weird to wild side at times in the woods. Conjuring up dead trolls from almost every fallen tree, or stump. I recall one morning; it was just getting daylight. A falcon landed on a tree branch directly in front of my face, it was about 2 feet away. I naturally concluded, he thinks I’m a troll and came to peck my eyes out, by then, in an instant he flew away, without my eyes.
Another time after hitting a deer with my arrow, it ran, full speed ahead until it was out of my sight. I could not find where it fell, following a blood trail on dry leaves is nearly impossible. The blood would disappear then show a few drops showed to start me trailing over again. It was getting dark, spooky thoughts popped into my head. Everything started looking like trolls. Where they all dead? There must be some latter-day trolls out there.
A stump seemed to beckon to me. I cautiously approached it, not remember seeing it before, that seemed unusual. My deer was there, dead behind it. Was the troll hiding it? I drug my deer out of the trees while looking over my shoulder. It was dark by that time. Loud, or worse yet, soft nocturnal noises in dense woods make an imagination slip right into overdrive, cause your feet to travel faster, with frequent stumbling. I convinced myself there was one good troll, he was watching my deer for me, instead of hiding it.
Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner- 2016 Week #41
Scott’s father returns from work and doesn’t see his son’s swimming flippers or snorkel on the porch. Mira, “did you let Scott go swimming by himself?” It’s midweek, there is no one at the beach. He shouldn’t be down there by himself, a shark was out there last week. I go to work and you let him go alone? I can’t believe it, “you don’t care, he is only your stepson!”
I’m going down there to make sure everything is OK. Scott’s dad gets to the beach, the child is nowhere in sight. He spots his swim flippers near the water, one has blood on it. He goes nuts, ballistic, screaming and yelling as he runs back, to call the rescue squad. He calls 911, soon there are sirens wailing as vehicles pull up to the beach.
I have to get back down there. Pack your bags Mira, your out of here! The neighbor lady, Mrs. Parson calls, Myra, “what’s going on, with all the sirens? “Bob thinks something happened to Scott. Stop crying Myra, “Scott cut his foot, he came here because it was closer, he is just fine.”
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Do Not Panic
If you are being chased through the woods by a big grizzly bear, you have a good reason to have a big, nasty panic attack. You cannot outrun that giant, ferocious bear. You will not be able to climb a tree faster than the bear either. You continue running as fast as you can in sheer panic, with the knowledge that he’s going to get you. There is one good thing about this whole scenario: that bear will end your panic attacks while eating you for lunch. You will have no more panic attacks. There must be a better way to get rid of panic than that.
Panic attacks are affecting more than 20 million people today. People are affected in different ways, churning stomachs, racing heart, fear of going out-of-doors, fear of being around other people, staying in your house alone,
doors and curtains shut. Afraid of the whole world.
Everyone seems to have different types of problems, and the doctors are at a loss for what to do. Psychology and many types of counseling get tried. Medications for chemical in-balance in the brain is used. A multitude of things get tried, yet they seem to be a Band-Aid approach. People still suffer in silence, hiding from themselves, loved ones, and the world.
There is an old saying; we are what we eat. I must be a refrigerator plumb full of fattening food. Diet points a suspicious finger straight at panic and anxiety attacks. In our modern world, with our hurry-up fast-food diets and artificially sweetened soft drinks, it all appears to be shining a searchlight on the problem of panic. The solution to everything doesn’t have to be complicated and costly. A simple change of diet could be the miracle cure for stress, anxiety, and panic attacks.
Daily Prompt Slog
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I’m very proud to have Viking blood surging through my veins, maybe perking, trickling, or seeping at times. I’m part Norwegian but mostly Finnish and Saami, reindeer people. I came from a long line of anglers, trappers, and hunters. They were all survivors, some living in the worst climate on this globe. Many of them came from north of the Arctic Circle. I have come to realize slowly, all of those ancestors in no way gives me a free pass to not respect or take for granted the elements of nature and the great outdoors.
In the winter of 1968 and 69, we had well over 100 inches of snow here in Northeastern South Dakota called the Glacial Lakes Region. That winter resembled a lot of places north of the Arctic Circle. The prairies of South Dakota and the Lake region have never been snowshoe country. That winter snowshoe was about the only way to travel. There were very few snowmobiles at that time. The rescue units had a snow-cat similar to those used in the Antarctic and the Arctic expeditions. That snow-cat did not get used for recreation, strictly for rescue.
I have always been one to ponder a project, then build it—a tinker who manufactures what he needs from odds and ends in our backyard or the old toolshed. I knew I needed snowshoes if I was going to do much of anything that winter. I came up with my designer snowshoes and proceeded to manufactured a pair in a short time.
My goal was to go deer hunting in a large area of the swamp over a mile square. There were many deer wintering in there. They had their own path system developed. I planned on an easy slog when I got to their trails. I drove as close to the swamp as I could get with my car, then strapped on my not-so-flashy-looking new snowshoes. I was ready to travel quietly and smoothly on top of the deep snow, no slogging for me. The Great White Hunter was walking on top of the snow, like a polar bear. I found out I had to walk with a whole lot different gait than I was used to, but I picked up and slid my feet along, staying on top of the snow quite well.
I got out to the middle of this magic deer marsh, where many trees had grown thick in one large area. I managed to catch my right snowshoe on a tree branch that was just under the snow. My right snowshoe just disintegrated before my eyes, and it wasn’t very long before the other one came apart. That’s when I finally realized just how deep the snow was. I went headfirst into the snow, floundering around getting up. It was way past my waist in most places. I found out it was next to impossible to get back up on top of the snow. Each tries to stand up would send the other foot right through, right back down to the bottom again that went on for quite a long time. I was weak and working up a sweat from plowing snow with my body. It also was starting to get very cold.
I was sitting there half submerged doing a reconnaissance job on my surroundings and the situation I got trapped. The hunter gets trapped, an amusing turn of events. I could see where the wind blew the hardest it made a good crust on top of the snow. I decided to stay away from the trees and follow these wind-swept areas. I was doing quite well, traveling without falling through most of the time. I was using my gun for a cane to help keep my balance. It was starting to approach the evening. I, even being the sturdy, proud Viking that I am, started to get a slight panic attack. I was soaked with sweat, still falling through a lot and rapidly running out of strength. The youthful limitless energy was gone. Looming doubts quickly formed about being able to get back to my car. That was a lonely, lost, hopeless feeling.
I started to consider the situation that I got myself into by not thinking it clearly initially. I should have realized from the start. If I would have shot a deer, there was no way I was ever going to get it out alone. I would have to contact someone with a snowmobile. They were rare. This was also the days before the cell phone.
I kept slogging along, thinking, I may not get out of this mess. A simple little hunting trip brought about my demise. He died in the snow, making it quite a story for people to tell years from now. I can hear some of the comments. “He was young and very foolish.” “Everyone knows deep snow trekking requires good snowshoes.” ‘Wasn’t as tough as he thought.” “He thought he could slog it out.”
I did somehow muster up enough energy to get to my car, another lesson from the school of hard knocks.
DAILY PROMPT Locked
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Our great nation, the United States was founded on Christian principles. Somewhere in the past we must have lost our way. Today everything has to be locked up. We should not have to lock our property away from our neighbors to keep it from being stolen. Many people today live in gated communities, they lock themselves into their little private community with their own security to protect themselves and their possessions. When the honest person feels they have to lock themselves away to feel safe. It paints a very poor picture of what our nation stands for today and what kind of citizens we are made up of.
Everything is locked, many doors have multiple locks and deadbolts to keep intruders from breaking in. We have evidently locked away our love, one for another. We cannot love our fellow man and want to harm him, or steal his possessions. We all are locked into our own lives and lifestyles. Those locks and lifestyles are all changeable!
These innocent looking eyes are staring at the camera with a questioning look, a look that doesn’t show trust. They appear to know fear well. The brothers hand on the little girls shoulder, tells her it is OK yet. If that little hand moves they will go running off into the crowd.