Fear and Hatred in America

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I am baffled. I am disillusioned. I’m super confused. And there’s one word that can sum up all my feelings…TRUMP.

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Someone please explain to me what the actual hell is happening in our country right now? How can anyone get behind the hate-mongering that Donald Trump has been spreading since the beginning of his campaign. Are we so desperate for something different that we’ll just accept the first racist, bigot that comes along and shouts…”Make America Great Again.” Sounds a lot like “Make America White Again” to me.

It’s true. America is a great nation. A nation of freedom and opportunity, where a person with a dream can come here and have a chance at seeing it realized. What will happen when we start erecting walls and kicking people out? What kind of dreams can we expect from a nation that is ruled by fear and hatred instead of dreams and aspirations.

I don’t like to get overly political in my blog posts. This is a happy place where I like to gush about Star Wars and Disney and Marvel and Jane Austen. A place where happy thoughts live. It’s hard to think happy thoughts when the prospect of a Trump presidency is even remotely possible.

The scene at his victory rally in South Carolina can be described as nothing short of scary. Trump shouts, “Mexico is killing us — absolutely. We’ll do the wall. Don’t worry. We’re going to do the wall. We’re going to do the wall and by the way, who’s going to pay for the wall?”

And the crowd shouts, “MEXICO!” 

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This scene conjures up the image of a young charismatic Adolph Hitler screaming about how the Jews were killing the Germans. That they needed to be eradicated. People adored Hitler and believed Hitler and were devoted to Hitler. The way people adore and believe and are devoted to Trump. They take his words as truth. And no matter what he says, they give him passes. They let the bar drop a little more every day. And no, I don’t think the comparison is undeserved or harsh. I think it’s spot on.

If you believe that Donald J. Trump is a follower of Christ, then I call into question your definition of a Christian. Christ spoke of peace. He spread words of love. He talked about loving God above all else and loving our neighbors second of all.

“Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength. The second is this: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ There is no commandment greater than these.” – Mark 12: 30-31

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No commandment greater than these. Guess who our neighbors are…

The thing about harkening back to the golden age when America was “great” and ISIS didn’t exist…America was not without troubles in the “golden age.” Women didn’t have rights, African American’s didn’t have rights. Anyone other than white males didn’t have rights. There was a Civil War. There was slavery. There were 2 World Wars. There were concentration camps on American soil for the Japanese. There were assassinations and an arms race with Russia. There was a war in Vietnam and a war in Korea. Let us not forget the struggles that America has gone through to get to where we are today. America will never be without troubles.

See, we live in a sinful world. Plain and simple. And as long as we are humans, that sin will remain. The best we can hope to do is confront that sin with understanding and love. Not anger and suspicion and hatred. That’s not the kind of country I want to be a part of. That’s not the country I love. When America becomes something unrecognizable, what will we do to change the tide? What will be required of it’s citizens to uphold the freedoms that all men and women deserve?

America was never without greatness…what America are you living in, Mr. Trump?

Me, Myself and that Other Girl

Do you ever have those moments? They often happen around bedtime for me. You know…when little revelations about your life seem so attainable?
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You think maybe you’ve figured it all out. And you can finally say the things you’ve bottled up and you can face those demons head on without fear.
When I’m about to go to bed is when I feel the most motivated. Motivated to run the next morning. Motivated to start that new project. Or write that new novel. Or create a manageable budget that will fix my monetary foibles. Or solve those relationship issues. You get the idea!
And then I wake up and it’s like a lazier version of me has body snatched that productive, healthy person. And I’m left with the one who wants a frozen York Peppermint Patty for breakfast (can’t blame her for that) and chooses to watch 2 episodes of The Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt instead of going on that run (what’s wrong with that? That show’s awesome!)
What goes on when the dreams come? Do I have to stay up all night so that productive girl doesn’t run away?
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But wait! Sometimes…a miracle happens. Usually when I haven’t eaten 3 cookies before bed and I haven’t stayed up till midnight watching episodes of Star Wars: Clone Wars.

A miracle where that productive girl laces up her sneaks, picks her ass up out of that bed and she runs. She runs to feel healthy and to know she is powerful. She runs to finish the projects she’s started cause there is another one brewing in her mind. She makes a to-do list and checks every single thing off of it. She is successful. She has her shit together.
I wish that girl was always me instead of only sometimes me. I love the whole package, but sometimes those girls get into a fist fight. And it ain’t pretty.
The productive one doesn’t always win, but then again, neither does the lazy one. They both lay dormant inside waiting for their days to come. The runner comes out when the lazy one has turned my body into something too soft for her liking. And the lazy one comes out when she feels that other girl has been working too hard and needs a margarita.
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Maybe you don’t have a war going on inside of you. Maybe you are always productive or always lazy or always whatever it is that you are. And maybe I’m the only one having conversations between the 2 of us…the 3 of us. To be honest, I’ve lost count.
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But I wouldn’t be me without those crazy girls. And I guess what I’m trying to say is that inside my head, no one always wins. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Signed,

A nerd in progress…

30 Days of Nerdy Hair – Day 5

Day 5: Lagertha from Vikings

I have yet to delve into the wonderful world of the History Channel’s, Vikings. But it is a show that has been recommended to me over and over again (I promise I’ll watch it!!!) It’s no secret that I’m an easy sell when it comes to a new show. It usually takes about 25 mins for me to fall in love with a new series. (Except for Orange is the New Black. I gave that thing an 8 episode try and still hated it.) In the case of Vikings, all it took was Lagertha’s warrior hairstyles for me to know this was a show I wanted to watch!! Sometimes hair makes all the difference!

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The great thing about Lagertha is that her warrior braids are always a little different so you can really have some fun with this! I watched a tutorial from the hair stylist on the show, Dee Corcoran. And she created this cool way of braiding backwards to create the looks for the show.

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“When your time comes, you must lead with your hair not with your heart!”

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Day 20: Scarlett O ‘ Hara from Gone with the Wind

Today’s choice is from my second favorite movie of all time (after the entire Star Wars saga of course) Gone with the Wind.

Just like with Star Wars, I can’t tell you the first time I ever saw Gone with the Wind, but I do remember being obsessed with it as a kid. I always wanted to be Scarlett O’ Hara and live in the romantic Antibellum South as a child. The big frilly dresses, the attractive men in uniform, the imminent danger of war and famine and oh yeah… the horrible slavery.

So, maybe not! But I still love this movie.

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This is the very start of the movie. When Scarlett is still young and frilly and idealistic. She still believes the world revolves around her and hasn’t had to face the hardships of war quite yet. She may be a bit of a… rhymes with snitch… but I can’t help but love her and wish that Rhett would just come back at the end of the movie. I wanted that happy ending so much that when the mini series, Scarlett came out in 1994 I was overjoyed that there may come a happy ending for our dear Scarlett. As usual the book Scarlett is far better than the mini series, but I still love it and watch it often. It’s right up there with North and South and The Thornbirds.

Anyways… long story short, here’s my Scarlett! I left my snitchey attitude at home. Though I’m definitely more of a Scarlett than a Melanie. There’s no doubt about that. Scarlett is what you might call a classic hurricane. While Melanie is most definitely a tree. And we all know which one I am.

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10 days to go. Take my quick poll by clicking here, cause I’d love your feedback and if you haven’t taken my Hurricane/ Tree quiz yet, click here to find out which one you are.

Why We Watch…

Last night saw the 86th Annual Academy Awards Ceremony. Broadcast to millions of people in many countries and tons of languages. I don’t have all the statistics as to how many, but given what live TV is these days, I know it was a lot. And it was a great show. Very entertaining and so, so funny. But with all that is happening in the world right now I had a fleeting thought of “Why am I watching this?”

Did you know that Russia has sent troops into Ukraine and they are on the brink of war?

Did you know that people are dying in Venezuela right now in the wake of protest and revolution?

We live in a world of conflict. And impending war. We live in a world where millions of people are enslaved, are dying of disease or of the unimaginable fact that they don’t have enough food. We live in a brutal, unforgiving world. And that simple fact is why we watch.

The Oscars are the stuff of dreams. We mere mortals sit on our couches and watch our royalty walk around in pretty clothes and talk of when they were us. And it’s inspiring. Hearing Lupita Nyong’o declare “Your dreams are valid.” Or Matthew McConaughey tell us the three things he needs in life, “someone to look up to, something to look forward to and someone to chase.” Being reminded yet again of the ways Angelina Jolie continuously uses her celebrity to do amazing things in places of need. The sheer fun and enjoyment that Ellen Degeneres brings to everything she does (that entire pizza bit and the selfie that broke Twitter.)

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If we are being honest, the Oscars are a thing of whimsy and something that most of us only ever dream could happen. But that is why we watch. Because we need to hope and dream and think not only of the harsh realities that are ever present in this world, but the wonderful fancies that our deepest hearts wish after.

I love the Oscars. I love losing myself in the glamour. And we need that. Because when we all wake this morning the world is still calling. The problems are still there needing our attention. But for one magical night we are allowed to forget and that is why we watch…