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I AM EDUCATED

“I see these folks acting in their own movie, titled, “Deluded Dissidents.”

I watched a video the other day of a protest in Prescott, Arizona. Mostly older people were walking slowly along the sidewalk, holding signs expressing their beliefs. Some folks were against ICE, while others held signs whose meaning was unclear to me.

One of those strange messages read: Dismantle White Supremacy. When an “Eye On Prescott” news reporter, Tony Hamer, asked the man holding it if he was white, of which the guy was, and then inquired if he was supreme, the protestor would only say, “I am educated.”

When Tony said he, too, had been educated and pressed this demonstrator for the name of the school he attended, the fellow wouldn’t answer. For the record, Tony Hamer studied at Purdue, a most prestigious university according to Google and other search engines. Despite his education in a liberal institution, Tony seems to have seen the light, according to his biography.

A woman was then asked by the reporter why she was protesting, with her response being that it dealt with illegal immigrants detained and deported in Minneapolis, and two protestors killed while interfering with ICE arrests.

This lady came across as dedicated to her cause, educated, and very sincere in her beliefs. When she ignorantly associated voters of Donald Trump with cult members, I had to shake my head. Make America Great Again was referenced by her as the motto fueling those “Trump cultists.”

Once again, here was someone not up to speed intellectually on what was happening in Minnesota, and most likely a fake-news watcher and believer. For those who can’t afford cable, fake news is about all they get. That came across quite clearly, as I’ve watched similar protesters quoting erroneous news data.

Comparing people like me, who voted for Donald Trump to Hitler followers, is about as disgusting as it gets. I actually voted for the Republican platform, not so much Trump, realizing, though, that he’d follow through on many of the things this country needed.

The Republican platform called for closing all US borders to illegal aliens, deporting those illegals having committed crimes, increase election integrity through voter identification, increasing tariffs on countries unequally stiffing us with high tariffs such as Canada, protecting our religious freedom, protecting freedom of speech, protecting the lives of innocent babies, build a stronger military, eliminate DEI and WOKE policies in the military and schools, eliminate the left leaning Department of Education, enable more products to be made in the USA, and the list goes on.

The Democratic platform “appears” to be the opposite, even though they never advertise exactly what it is. All that this party can do is complain about President Donald Trump 24 hours a day, like a broken record. This woman was one of the group, following other demonstrators like a herd of thirsty cattle, all believing they were righteous in their different causes.

I looked on Google to see what the secular world considers a cult, with a lengthy definition popping up. I know that Google leans left, so it fits perfectly with liberal global ideology on other sites. This is the core message from that long definition.

“A cult is a group or movement characterized by a shared commitment to a usually extreme set of beliefs or practices. Members often follow a charismatic leader and may be encouraged to separate themselves from mainstream society. Cults can vary widely in their structure, teachings, and the degree of control they exert over members.”

I’m a follower of Jesus Christ, and if you apply the worldly viewpoint on what a cult member is, churchgoers could easily fit within their guidelines. The Bible prophesies that those people in alignment with Jesus’ teachings will soon be persecuted for such, and we’re seeing that right now.

I took that secular description of cult members and aimed it directly at the woman in Prescott, so critical of Donald Trump and his voters. The Bible teaches to not follow or conform to the ways of the world. Romans 12:2, paraphrased, says, “Do not transform to the pattern of this world.”

It appears to me that this is exactly what many of this raucous crowd are doing. Much like the late actor, James Dean, who starred in the film “Rebel Without a Cause,” I see these folks acting in their own movie, titled “Deluded Dissidents.”

I asked myself, where will this protesting all end, or will it? Trump, called a king by so many misinformed Democrats, will be out of office in another three years. If Donald Trump were a real king, he’d stay in power well past that point. The law makes it impossible for him to do so.

In 2028, when J.D. Vance takes office, this group will once again be roaming the streets and sidewalks, mostly in blue cities, whining and complaining like they always do. They’ll eventually label Vance a king after he wins a second term, and those who voted for him, members of a cult. You can bank on it.

Me, I’ll be 82 at that point, if I’m still alive. And if not, I’ll be living with The King of Kings, and that isn’t Donald Trump. Hopefully, many of these protestors eventually see the light themselves and don’t let their “education” get in the way, as it has so many!

DOGEBALL

“During one contest, Jeff hit a smaller student square in the face, and this guy instantly wanted to fight.”

One of my favorite activities during school PE was dodgeball. I wasn’t accurate at throwing the ball, but I was a pro at not getting hit — and that’s what counts most.

The way I did this was duck behind others until the ranks thinned, and then constantly run football stop-and-go patterns. I remember several times being the last one standing. Some classmates claimed I cheated, yet I’d never seen any official rules for playing the game.

My friend, Jeff Thimsen, was deadly with a dodgeball, nailing me more than once. Jeff hit a smaller student square in the face during one contest, and this fellow instantly wanted to fight. The guy should’ve ducked, but he was already the shortest person in class. I’d love to mention this person’s name, yet won’t out of respect because the 71-year-old man is now quite well known in music circles.

Coach Chuck White would often join in, and he didn’t cut us any slack in letting a ball fly. I was smacked in the leg by Coach White, leaving a big red whelp. Payback time eventually came my way. After PE was over, I hit him on back of the head with a ball when no one was watching. The coach never suspected me, with the angry instructor screaming at another student instead.

I haven’t played dodgeball in years, but should the Havasu Senior Center start a league with seniors only, count me in. I’m sure those watching us play would get a hoot out of this harmless activity. As long as the balls aren’t fully inflated, no one should get seriously hurt. It’s a different story when those round weapons are fully pumped up with air.

Elon Musk is an excellent dogeball player. The game he plays is a bit different than the one I know. Elon finds a target, then hurls his invisible ball, seemingly never missing. For each agency his dogeball strikes, a bundle of cash rolls out, much like a Piñata stuffed with candy.

Sometimes, a politicized judge steps out of nowhere and rules that Elon cheated, taking this prize money away from him. Then, out of nowhere, another judge pops up, ruling that Musk and team are privy to it.

It’s sort of like tennis — only much different. I enjoy watching Elon’s game play out on the 6:00 news, especially when those on the losing end throw temper tantrums.

Some politicians are now calling Elon Musk a cheater at dogeball, claiming that Elon’s not playing fair with “their” money. I was always under the impression that tax money belonged to the citizens of this country. Have the rules changed here?

I know precisely how Mr. Musk feels in being labeled unsportsmanlike while playing dogeball, having incurred the same wrath in dodgeball.

Researching things for about three seconds, I couldn’t find any defining guidelines for dogeball. It appears to me that whatever way Elon wants to play his game is okay with the majority of citizens in this country.

One thing that hasn’t changed in our country since 1789 is that a majority still rules. That’s how things are supposed to work in a democracy, with the United States Constitution dictating this under Article VI.

Put that in your pipe and smoke it!

This saying goes way back in time.

THE WRONG STAND

“Volodymyr Zelenskyy is unable to account for where all of these funds went — yet he pleads for more.”

I’m sorry, Ukraine, but had Americans sent the right man to Washington, D.C., back in 2020, you folks wouldn’t be in the mess you’re in. Russia would’ve never invaded your country to begin with!

Unfortunately, that major blunder is now water under the bridge, and nothing can be done to repair the damage that Democratic voters did other than for your leader, President Volodymyr Zelenskyy, to accept conditions for a ceasefire.

Unlike former United States President Joe Biden, President Donald Trump is working hard for a truce between both countries, yet it’s evident the Ukraine leader doesn’t want peace.

Unfortunately, “small man syndrome” seems to have taken over all logic with this person — the same was as it did French leader Napoleon Bonaparte some 200 years ago.

The United States has sent Ukraine money and weapons to help fight this unwinnable war to the tune of billions of dollars. President Zelenskyy is unable to account for where all of these funds went — yet he pleads for more.

During the last United States election, Zelenskyy attended a rally for Kamala Harris, so it’s obvious where his real loyalty lies. Unfortunately, he took the wrong stand there as well.

Those countries claiming they stand with Ukraine haven’t done a thing to help Ukrainian people fight, yet they now want to ignorantly criticize our country and our president. Such cheap talk is running wild in the streets.

If someone in this country says they stand with Ukraine while criticizing President Trump at the same time, they need to back their words up by jeting over to Ukraine and helping fight this war. Airplane tickets are available to get there. As I mentioned previously, talk is cheap.

It’s no different than me publicly stating, “I stand with my good friend Charlie!,” this as he gets his butt creamed by three thugs while I sit in an easy chair watching — while eating a bag of popcorn.

Zelenskyy needs to hang up his weapons, as some battles can’t be won! Those uninformed souls who think that tossing more money in Ukraine’s direction will help win this war are the same “uninformed ones” who believe that handing public schools more money will result in better education for children. It’s obvious how that has turned out.

I’m sympathetic to the Ukrainian people’s plight, but continuing this war isn’t going to do anything for them other than kill off countless more of their troops and innocent citizens. Anyone with a peapod of common sense should be able to see that!

WOKE ME UP

“It appears that the majority of Americans finally woke up and smelled the coffee regarding leftist overreach — this on November 5, 2024.

The past 10 years have been unlike anything I’ve ever seen. Never in my life did I believe I’d see folks not knowing if they were male or female. I can’t recall any classmates I went to school with from 1959 – 1972 having that problem. Was something put in Cocoa Puffs or Lucky Charm cereal after I graduated from high school that caused such confusion?

My history book heroes were suddenly made out to be villains, with Christopher Columbus accused by left-leaning historians of atrocious acts against Indigenous people. Civil War officers from the Confederate Army were singled out to be racists. Many of these “Rebels” fought for less taxation on their state’s manufactured goods, along with the same on agricultural products — over that of slavery.

Starting around 2020, the woke mentality began running rampant everywhere, eventually interfering with things that I was involved with or trying to do. Having sent a manuscript to a book publisher for review and him forwarding it on to a line editor, this anonymous “word cruncher” chastised me for using certain offensive words—at least in her opinion, they were distasteful.

I didn’t know this editor from Adam but assumed she was straight out of some leftist college. One of the words deemed sexist was chick and that’s why I say the editor was a she. The timeline for my book was in the early 1960s, thus the word was in play back then. Needless to say, I didn’t change things as that would’ve ruined the manuscript dialogue.

I’ve always called North America’s highest peak Mt. McKinley. It was named in 1896 by William Dickey for President William McKinley from Niles, Ohio. Before that, American Indians and the former owners of Alaska, Russia, called this large mountain, Buishale or Bulshaia. It was labeled that for at least 200 years — perhaps longer.

President Barack Obama renamed it Denali in 2015, saying this was the original Athabaskan name, meaning — “The High One.” The Athabaskan’s unique dialect, nor its conventional means of communicating via hands, or fingers, would’ve never used that word, with Denali most likely dreamed up by some University of California – Berkley professor.

One of the Navajo definitions, or words, for The Grand Canyon in Arizona, is Tsékooh Hatsoh. So far, no one has tried changing it although I wouldn’t rule things out. A good many of these ancient ancestral names are unpronounceable, even by their own people these days.

The High One title should be passed on to those elitists attempting to rewrite history for their own ideological purposes. Before much longer, unless stifled, they’ll have George Washington, Abraham Lincoln, and John F. Kennedy labeled as dictators. They’ve already ignorantly pegged that fallacy on Donald Trump.

It appears that the majority of Americans finally woke up and smelled the coffee regarding leftist overreach — this happening on November 5, 2024. Since being sworn into office, President Trump has erased a good portion of this lib-backed wokeness and DEI, with him officially renaming Denali to McKinley. It makes no difference to me what name it’s called at this point in my life, as I lose zero sleep over such things I cannot control.

Some folks are up in arms here yet I doubt it’ll do any good. I like the name Aunt Jemina Syrup, yet it’s now been changed to Pearl Milling Company Syrup, thanks to wokeness rearing its ugly head. Because of that, I’ve started buying the Great Value brand in protest while also saving a few dollars.

The woman behind Aunt Jemina, Nancy Green, was a real person. If Nancy was still alive, I bet she’d be none too happy having her highly recognized nickname suddenly found to be offensive, by folks she doesn’t even know.

I’ll continue writing and using words and language the way I see fit, with outside interference from woke editors and critics mowed over like a D-8 bulldozer pushing through a mound of dirt. Where Denali and Mt. McKinley are concerned, perhaps renaming it Big Rock Candy Mountain would satisfy both sides?

MAKING PREDICTIONS

“Closet drinker is my politically correct term for stealth alcoholics.”

I’ve always been one to predict certain things going way back. To me, it’s merely a way of making life more enjoyable. I can’t say my predictions have been highly accurate, especially with picking the winner of a football game or presidential election. More on those two later.

I don’t use a crystal ball or Ouija Board, believing they’re tools of the Devil. I rely on my own instinct or logic with analysis of the surroundings, and foremost, utilizing verses from the Bible. Philippians 4:13 is my favorite verse. “I can do all things through Christ that strengthens me.”

My weather predictions, especially those involving rain, are oftentimes better than the slick-dressed folks you see on television. If you don’t believe me—just ask my wife.

Some things predicted are kept to myself, especially whether I believe a business, restaurant, or especially a marriage will fail. I pray that all couples will remain together for the duration, but sometimes, I know more about the other half than their marriage partner does.

One of these failed nuptials involved a guy who was a “closet drinker.” He kept it hidden until after the last vows were said. Sadly, that marriage lasted one year. Closet drinker is my politically correct term for stealth alcoholics.

A video game store opened in Anchorage, Alaska, with me predicting to my son they wouldn’t be in business for long. Gunnar disagreed with my analogy, saying that video games were so popular with kids that they’d always be around.

I was off by a few years but the establishment eventually went under. After eating at Kenny Rogers Roasters, I predicted that this restaurant chain wouldn’t last as I exited the front door. Blockbuster Video was picked as a loser a year before they went down.

I made the same prediction with Sand’s Market. This small grocery store was formerly in the London Bridge Shopping Center where the Chamber of Commerce is now located. A Havasu business where customers tossed axes at targets was an easy choice to fail.

I’ve been fairly accurate in predicting what items would appreciate in value. Antiques, guns, coins, and real estate are some things worth collecting. Years ago, before muscle cars hit the ceiling in price, I told family and friends they were a good investment. Some laughed at me.

My father chuckled at the notion of muscle cars. One vehicle Joleen and I owned, a 1968 Hemi Dodge Charger purchased for $3900.00 in 1977, is now worth upwards of $400,000.00. We sold this vehicle before it ever hit that mark.

Football games have never been easy to predict. My favorite team is the Miami Dolphins and I refuse to say whether they’ll win, not wanting to jinx things. Presidential races are my worst venue to choose going back to 1992.

In 1992, I predicted that George H.W. Bush would top Bill Clinton. Of course, “Slick Willy” easily won. In 1996, I thought Bob Dole would beat Clinton, and I lost again. When John McCain went up against Barack Obama in 2008, many predicted that Senator McCain would win by a landslide including me. Everyone knows the outcome there.

I had Hillary Clinton over Donald Trump in 2016, even though I voted for “The Donald.” In the last election, Donald Trump was supposed to win over Joe Biden. Somehow, Joe Biden came out on top making me eat crow again. For this latest election, having not picked a winner in 32 years, I’ll have to go with Kamala Harris.

If I make the wrong prediction this time—I’ll quit while ahead!