It's Way Past Time for the Democrat Party to Die

 By this time, many of you have seen the  "word salad" responses Kamala Harris has given to interviewers. She does not answer  questions, she rambles incoherently...a lot. Then there's her blatant, almost gleeful lying about everything. Her constant attacks on Trump and his supporters serves as a cover for her incompetency, a play directly taken from the Democrat Party playbook. She has reversed her position on various topics, but refuses to explain why, giving instead insulting and at times condescending word-salad answers to simple questions. Is she a serious candidate? Why is she running? What exactly are the Democrats offering America with Kamala Harris, and that pervert Walz? Satisfaction for Trump haters? Vengeance on Trump and his supporters? 

For My Grandchildren

The only relevant things in the job market are competency, and the ability to get along with co-workers and customers. 

Can you do the job? Perform the task efficiently and competently? Can you overlook your co-worker's obnoxious attitude and carry on with your job? Can you respect the customer's humanity, desire sincerely to help him, and ignore their body odor? Do you refrain from being obnoxious and irritating yourself? Are you kind when people approach you with their concerns? In other words, if you can do the job well, and are not a lizard person, then you'll be successful in the job market, and in the other areas of your life. Why? Because in the job market, competency and tolerance of others are paramount.

A Brief Memo to Kamala Harris

I hear what you are saying, but your words seem cacophonous and discordant. Your words are poison, as Eowyn said to Wormtongue. You lie as casually as you do anything in your life, buttressed by the belief that since it gets you what you want, it's OK, it's even moral. You want to be President, and that's all you want, the power that goes along with it. You, a master at prevarication, obfuscation and gas-lighting, care nothing for the people of America who aren't in your elite circle. 

Harris lies to serve herself and her agenda. She has traded the truth of God for a lie, and my God! she wants to be President, and to hell with anything else. 

Confessions of a Trump Supporter

THE NATIONAL ELECTION IS A MONTH AWAY,  and I should check the progress of that storm out in the gulf. Although I am living outside the forecasted impact cone of the storm, I know it could head straight here. That would be tomorrow, but this morning, I am thinking about the upcoming  Presidential elections, the unreliability of any and all news sources, the January 6th incident, the 2020 elections, and Israel. 

Your Offense Means Nothing

to anyone but you:

I SAY I BELIEVE IN SOMETHING, or I display a flag in front of my house, and you tell me you're offended by these things. Well, do you really think I should care that you are offended?  What do you want me to do about it?  Change my behavior to suit you? Die? Do you even see me as a a sovereign individual? Perhaps you think I should care about your offense because you might inflict dire consequences, or perhaps you think you're more important than you really are? It's strange, this obsession with not offending people. It's taken a firm hold on our culture, up to the point where in some countries people are jailed for being offensive. Anyone who tries to manipulate people- through fear of the consequences of offending them- are classic malignant narcissists, and many of them are also tyrants. These sorts of people are the ones always demanding to speak to the manager for even the most trivial of slights. They are the ones who are offensive, in the true meaning of the word; they cause displeasure or resentment.  This fetid self-centeredness and the total lack of awareness of others is very uncomfortable to watch. Here's what it boils down to: constantly offended people think they deserve a value (discounts, line jump, et al) not because they deserve it, but because they're offended and will have you cancelled if you don't. 

I Know Who You Are, Karens and Wokesters

An open letter to Karens, Trump haters, and all who hate the good for being the good:

I know who you are, I understand that you hate everything. Here's how I know: when something hideous happens (1,800 Israelis killed, Donald Trump shot, children being sterilized and mutilated, et al), you become inflamed with passionate support for these things. When something good happens, you seek to destroy it. You truly believe it is OK to lie to get what you want. I see you frequently at work, with your perverse exaggerated sense of self-worth, making strident demands, blocking traffic, disrupting the lives of those around you and your smell.  I know that there is no love in you at all for anything, including your self, because what you feel is a massive emptiness inside that only serves to remind you how you destroyed your soul by embracing such hatred. I would help you if I could, but I know you don't want help, and I also know without any doubt that you would kill me if you could get away with it. No, you are wholly and existentially evil, and beyond redemption-most of you don't believe in God, the real one-and so your life becomes hellish, what you are doing is slowly killing you. But you don't care, and I know it. You filthy sick bastards cheered on the brutal killing of women and children watching TV in their homes, you support the monsters who perpetrated this, and some of you are the ones who stridently demand to see the manager whenever an employee struggling to make ends meet says "no" to you, for any reason. And why do you do this? That's between God and you. My job is not to placate you, to understand you, not to help you in any way, but to discredit you, by exposing your hideously evil depravity. Yet even so, at the moment you begin to realize that maybe you aren't at the center of things, and that yes, there is a God, you will greatly improve. I did. I was you. I changed. You can, too. For the sake of the miraculous, wonderful fact of you being human and existing, you should think twice before you deny God and claim yourself as Him.

My First Experience as an Employee Facing a Karen

and why I forgive her

THIS IS AN ACCOUNT of what happened during my first verifiable encounter with a so-called "Karen" at work. Some background: I work at a big box home improvement store in Savannah, GA, as a customer service/sales associate. So,