Let’s talk about Crybabies, Ice Cream and Fuzzy Vagina Costumes….

I have spent the last couple of months wondering…. Where is my America? Where is the TRUTH and the HONOR and the PRIDE that so abounded?

I was in a local hardware store the other day, perusing the isles as my husband shopped and I ran across one of those old hand cranked ice cream makers. Just the feel of the wooden bucket and cold steel handle transported me back to the early 80’s. When we couldn’t wait for Fourth of July on the farm. Grandpa in his weaved nylon, aluminum lawn chair, in his overalls of course, churning that ice cream while we fetched ice by the bucket full. Grandma in the kitchen getting the fresh cobbler out of the oven to go under the peach ice cream. The old timers sitting in the shade of the old whipper willow tree and all of us cousins running barefoot and chasing each other with sparklers. The flag was flying high, and it was respected and revered.

Our major life concerns were who we were going to sit next to on the blanket when the fireworks started…..

Now… now we have young adults protesting outside of colleges, that they have full ride scholarships and government grants to attend. We have congressmen and women, who make ridiculous amounts of money to show up and work for 4 months, encouraging an uprising against our President. We have women of every creed and color, every walk of life, marching in large, fuzzy, vagina costumes demanding the rights to kill unborn children. (Someone should tell them, they already have those rights.) We have preachers telling us that we should pay restitution for slavery (I’m Irish, and my people are STILL being sold), and that being white is something to apologize for.  Our flag is apparently offensive to many… many who live here and reap the benefits that men and women have died to procure. They stand in the public streets and burn it as if they were doing something great and heroic. Now… our media is no longer unbiased and reporting facts. They are gushing out their opinions and beliefs with no fear of consequences. Now we have words like Islamophobia, and gender reassignment.

The system is broken. We need someone to reboot us. The next generation only wants to bleed the system dry out of some screwed up sense of entitlement. The world, and life in general has never been “fair.” Where we were once a nation of determination and hard work, we are now a nation of prerogative and temper tantrums. Didn’t get your way? Well, by all means, hook up with a group of local crybabies and shut down some traffic.

Gone are the days of block parties and church socials. Gone are the quilting circles and the lessons learned. Now we are left with safe spaces, safety pins and being confused on which restroom to use. It’s no longer a country where you are entitled to the same opportunities as the person next to you. Now it’s perfectly acceptable to progress and advance at the expense of the person next to you.

I want to go back to the day when TRUTH and HONOR and PRIDE were the things that measured a man’s worth. I want my grandchildren to only worry about who they will sit by on the blanket, watching fireworks, instead of learning in second grade that they can be whatever gender they feel like they are.

This is not progress…..

But we should hold on to hope. There was a large stand in November. The sick, the tired, the just plain had enough finally stood up. And we said, NO MORE. And like a child who has finally been reprimanded… the rest of the nation is now throwing a fit. They want us to sit back down and shut up. And should we do that, well then, we deserve everything that we get. Because I will say, as I have a million and one times…. THIS IS MY AMERICA! I WILL NOT APOLOGIZE FOR BEING BORN HERE OR BEING BORN WHITE!! I WILL NOT CONFORM AND BEND TO SUIT THE NEEDS OF THOSE THAT BELIEVE THE WHOLE WORLD OWES THEM! I could care less if I hurt feelings or offend your precious little soul. GET OVER IT!!! GROW UP AND ACT LIKE AN ADULT!!!

AND FOR THE LOVE OF A DUCK…. Stop marching around in fuzzy vagina costumes claiming that you are marching for me. Understand that I am ashamed that you are even of my same gender and you are only pissing the rest of us off by making us all look ignorant! KNOCK IT OFF!! Go home and do something respectful like… cleaning your house… Because if the condition that you left the streets of Washington in after your little vagina pride parade is any indication of your homemaking skills… then DAMN!

I’m over it, as is most of the common working folks here in America. I’m tired of seeing it on TV and hearing about it on the radio. I want to open Facebook and see baby daddy drama like the good old days.

And…. I want to talk about REAL things that matter…. With real people. People who have ups and downs, wins and losses… and yet, they just keep going. They just work harder. They just keep living the American dream. And…. I may not even agree with them, however…. I promise not to throw used diapers at them, or threaten their children. Because I’m okay with the fact that EVERYONE is entitled to their own opinion. Everyone has their own story. Even the whining, sniveling, crybaby Libatards. And see… I can say that…. Because this is the great UNITED STATES OF MURICA…….