I am …
the scientist
the composer
the philanthropist
the writer
the pioneer
the artist
the musician
the little old man who lives down the street
the English professor who dances to her own beat
the valedictorian
the last to graduate in your class
the social outcast
the peace organizer
the columnist
the inventor
the average taxpayer
the waiter
the farmer
the builder
the rancher
the creative soul
I represent all colors and creeds
I speak every language
I am no one
I am everyone
I make this world a better place without your permission
“Give a person a fish and you feed them for a day;
teach that person to use the Internet and
they won’t bother you for weeks.”
~Author Unknown
I don’t know how to make this work, this online world of chit and chat.
You see, my cocktail party days are over – those days when I was very good at making small talk with men and women who wanted to talk about themselves, and where they would winter or summer that year.
Now, I want more than little conversations about silly things that I don’t understand, and not because silly things don’t have their place – because they do – it’s because I am an adult who longs for adult conversations. I stink at cute talk, although I will never tire of sending messages of hope and love and peace.
There should be so much more than what this is, or so it seems, or perhaps it’s just me, and somewhere along the way I lost my ability to fit in as I never was very good at going with the flow or keeping it simple or “it’s only online chat.” You know – that kind of stuff – because I do believe it matters, but there are those who make it way too hard to care, and those who applaud their bad behavior.
Perhaps I want to believe that everyone is real and good and fair, and I feel let down when the truth isn’t always what it seems. I hurt too easily. It’s not fair.
At the end of day, when I turn you off, dear computer, those who mean something to me are on one side while I am on the other side until we meet again, if we meet again, because you never know who will be here in the morning.
“Are you certain that you want to turn off your computer?”
There are sites that allow Twitter users to track those who follow and unfollow you. This is one such site:
Welcome to fllwrs, the Twitter follower tracker. Would you like to see a record of who follows and unfollows you every day? Would you like to get notified when someone unfollows you? Use fllwrs to monitor changes in your Twitter followers over time and keep a history of followers that have been lost or added.
I do not subscribe to these tracking apps on Twitter. The government is doing enough to track our every move, thank you very much.
Anyway, the fllwrs tracking app reminded me of a situation many years ago on a site called Multiply. At the time, someone who did not like me embedded a tracking device on my account and the account of someone with whom I was about to have a seven year relationship.
That’s another story, but here is the post.
Is This Cyber Stalking?
Anyone who secretly embeds an invisible tracking counter on another person’s blog is doing so to track that person and anyone else who visits said blog.
Embedded codes, created by others, can be placed anywhere: in a comment on a blog or a note or a video or a photo … even the guestbook.
It is quite common for individuals and businesses to install stat counters on their own blogs or websites, for a variety of reasons, and it is perfectly legal to do so.
Where I would have to question the legality of a stat counter is if someone secretly posted such counter on my site in an attempt to monitor the activity taking place on my blog.
Is it legal to secretly track the activities of other people who are totally unaware that such a counter has been embedded on their personal blog? I don’t know.
However, in my humble opinion, this is a form of stalking. It is a terrible invasion of privacy. It is abusive. It could be illegal.
That’s it. That’s the post. The way I felt back then is pretty much the way I feel today.
Today is Saturday, October 16, 2021. I have a feeling today is going to be a very lazy day. Just a hunch!
As I scan the headlines on a few news sites, my heart sinks at each one that clearly shows Joe Biden has done nothing but tear down America one day at a time.
Grocery store shelves are bare. Gas is up over $1.00 per gallon. Heating prices are going to rise this winter. Illegals continue to pour into our country with the blessings of Joe and Kamala (she was given one job – take care of the border crisis). We are no longer energy independent. Americans remain stranded in Afghanistan. The list goes on and on.
Ships are stacked up like dominoes off the coast of California, while the Secretary of Transportation (Pete Buttigieg) is off on “maternity” leave with his husband. I seem to recall many female friends having babies and returning to work within a few weeks. Not Pete. He’s been MIA for two months, and the man didn’t have to give birth.
Someone asked me if I was going to support Trump in 2024. Yes!
Quite honestly, I don’t know if this country will survive 3+ more years of Joe Biden and his incompetent administration. Joe seems determined to destroy everything Trump put into place to better our country.
I know. I know. Joe Biden isn’t really leading America. People behind the scenes are pulling the puppet’s strings; however, the voters who are taxpayers have caught on to his grift, just as we’ve caught on to the fraud being committed by his filthy son, Hunter. What a pair!
So, as I wander off into lazyland, I hope you have a good weekend and the assholes of the world don’t get you down.
I’m a senior citizen. I come from an age group that invented protests even if I never actually protested or burned my bra or destroyed any property. I was more of a volunteer working for peaceful political campaigns.
As a senior, I’ve been called many things in my life, but I’ve never been called a “domestic terrorist” until now.
It seems that if you are one of the millions of people who don’t want to take the shot, the “woke” people and the liars on mainstream media like to call you a terrorist.
Silly me. I thought that label was reserved for those who actually perform acts of terrorism. You know … they burn down buildings, hijack airplanes, set off bombs, kill people, destroy property … kill people, again.
Nope. Apparently that is no longer true.
Now then, I have taken one shot. The J&J one and done shot. I have no plans to take a booster shot.
Does that still make me a terrorist or maybe 1/2 of a terrorist?
I’m clueless which is something I’ve become accustomed to as I’ve gotten much older.
In all honesty, the pointless, harmful, crazy name-calling needs to stop. It’s scaring people and someone is going to get hurt. That someone might be me when I wear my “Trump 2024” tee-shirt to Target.
“Read my lips: no new taxes” is a phrase spoken by American presidential candidate George H. W. Bush at the 1988 Republican National Convention as he accepted the nomination on August 18. (Wikipedia)
Read my lips: stop paying federal income taxes!
I’ve been thinking about this lately only because the Democrats are trying to run America into the ground with their reckless spending, open borders, and a goal to make everything “free” to certain people living this great country of ours – people who are not legal citizens.
Let’s just call it what it is: socialism/communism.
Each morning, I read the headlines from a few online newspapers. Each night, I watch a couple of news programs on FOX. And, each day, I feel like something big is about to happen and not necessarily in a good way.
Then again, the sane people living in this country just might surprise us all and take back control of the USA.
Hand to God, I hope so!
How did it get to this – this craziness that is out of control? Did it start with President Trump who wanted nothing more than to make America energy independent, put people back to work, improve our economy, get out of agreements that caused more harm than good, and secure our southern border?
Wait. President Trump accomplished all of the above.
That can’t be it. Maybe it started with the insanity coming from the liberals who want to tear down our country and make her a socialist/communist nation. I think that’s it.
Which brings me back to let’s stop paying federal income taxes. If we stop supporting a reckless Congress with our hard-earned dollars then maybe they will have a collective reality check and understand that American citizens – the sane ones – are really pissed off.
Just the other day, I remembered one very special night when we danced in the moonlight out on that old wooden dock.
There was a chill in the air, so you slipped off your coat and put it around my bare shoulders. You gently pulled my hair out from under the collar, twisting it just a little.
The moon’s reflection on the water gave off just enough light for me to see your wonderful eyes and trace your lips with mine.
Do you remember that night? I will never forget it.
I am so very happy that I met you. You will stay in my heart, forever.
Dear Love of My Life,
You were always the smart one, in so many ways, and you never made me feel small or insignificant. You showed me a world I had never known before … a world through your eyes. Don’t blush, darling. It is true.
Late one afternoon in early spring, we drove to an island in Georgia and we got lost. Did you do that on purpose? I think you did.
We had dinner at a beautiful restaurant on the waterway. If the weather had been nicer we would have stayed outside, but it was very windy with threats of rain.
We dined for hours inside where we had a full view of the waterway and the ominous clouds. No one tried to rush us out the door.
Listening to you became one of my favorite things to do in this entire world. Did I tell you?
A year later, I visited the same restaurant in Georgia – alone this time. You were away flying the friendly skies.
I sat at the same table, and I ordered the same meal, and I looked out over the same waterway, and I thought about you.
