Voting with Their Feet. Why So Many of My Friends Are Leaving the USA
I would too, if only The Husband saw it my way.
Thomas Jefferson once said, “The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants. ...
I believe that the time is ripe for some real insurrection. Not that nonsense of J6 that was erroneously called an insurrection. Two American Patriots died in that one; Ashley Babbitt, shot by a Capitol Police officer. Rosanne Boyland was crushed and trampled inside the opening of the capitol. Paramedics were called, but it was too late.
Both women were in their 30’s. Babbitt’s husband is at present suing the US government, and I would suspect, a laundry list of those involved.
Meanwhile, The Summer of Love, when Portland burned to the ground, was never called an insurrection; insurrection it was.
It was a Democratic Party led insurrection, therefore it was OK. More that OK, it was celebrated by the idiocracy that gave us: George Soros & Son, Barack Hussein Obama and Joseph Robinette Biden, the very first Demented President of the United States.
Well, sometimes firsts are good. For example, the first landing on the moon. The first Black President, The first flight from Kittyhawk, NC.
Now we have firsts that are not so good.
The First President to be Indicted during both his Presidency and after his loss to Joe Biden. Actually, I do not believe that Joe Biden is: 1. the acting President, and 2. will be running again from his basement. No, I believe that particular sock puppet has his strings pulled from both Obama and George Soros.
My husband at times would liken Obama to the Manchurian Candidate. If you have never seen the movie, it was certainly the best work Angela Lansbury did. Actually we should say Dame Angela Lansbury, as she was given that honorific by Queen Elizabeth II.
This writer has had the experience and pleasure of working as a volunteer on several campaigns. I can tell you that it is hard work, gathering a ground game, knocking on doors, phone banking. That last requires calling people obtained from a list. That list is generated by party affiliation and voting habits.
You really don’t believe your vote is secret, do you? Remember how you voted? There is the line, which for Presidential elections can be very long. Once you get to the table where volunteers check you in, you are given a number. That number, cross-referenced by your signature and time in the book, lets politicians know exactly who you voted for.
If you want anonymity, perhaps you can find it in a confessional booth. I will admit that I both phone banked and knocked on doors. We always had a buddy. As a woman, I appreciated that. My buddy was a male Democrat. We both felt that we were fighting for the very soul of America.
Neither of us were notable in any way, but there were celebrities involved. Once, I was almost at the door of the headquarters, when a man with a familiar face held the door for me. That man was Jon Voight. After a long hard slog, he reached stardom, and as they say in Hollyweird, he “made bank.”
That fun phrase merely means that he had in his possession not only FU money, but F- everyone money. I am betting that much of his moolah is offshore. That would be my choice. Why? I do not trust the printing press that Herr Biden has sanctioned. I do not trust the Fed. I do not trust the FBI, CIA, or any one of those annoying alphabet entities. Ninety-nine percent of our bureaucrats are Democrats.
Oh, and although they control every aspect of our lives, you do not get to vote for any one of them.
For the most part, be they on the New Democratic Socialist Party; the Republican Establishment Gang, or anything else for that matter. I do however, trust Donald J Trump.
Even though I was late to his party, at first believing he was a huge fraud, I gradually hopped aboard the Trump Train with both feet. Why did I do that?
My first exposure to Trump came when I and another board member of the Tea Party Association of Philadelphia journeyed to DC to go to the Faith and Freedom council meeting.
I remember that Trump got a standing ovation when he questioned the war in Iraq. He questioned what We the Peasants were fighting in Iraq. “What will we get for our blood and treasure,” He queried. The answer to that is absolutely nothing.
Besides being an RN, I also have a history degree. If I have job security as an RN, I have life security with my history degree. It always repeats, and sometimes it rhymes. Why did my European ancestors risk life and limb to come to these shores to begin with?
They felt suffocated in the old world. Some were hounded for their religion. For example, the state of Maryland was formed for Catholics who found themselves oppressed by certain rulers in the Old Country. Protestants came for the same reason. Jews are even now the most reviled, but that’s ok because we are used to it.
I am a Jew by Choice, but if something happens, Israel will be forced to take me. I was there once and it was fun, especially Tel Aviv.
Something is happening right now. Girls are turning into boys and vice versa. I am here to tell you as an RN that changing your sex is pure poopycock. No, you boys will NEVER HAVE TWO X CHROMOSOMES.
GIRLS IF YOU TRANSITION YOU WILL NEVER HAVE A Y CHROMOSOME. Never! Parents, if you are allowing your underage 18 children to change their sex, I would have to refer you to an agency and report you to the authorities for child abuse—because that is exactly what it is.
My saddest patients on Tower 7 were the Trannies. It is not a panacea. I stand with current Presidential candidate Vivek Ramaswamy, whom I had the pleasure to meet at the last CPAC (Conservative Political Action Coalition.)
I told my younger sister that I had met a guy who is tall, dark and handsome. OY! turns out I’m old enough to be his mama. He is also powerfully smart. His intelligence colors the air around him. I have always gone for the brain, which is the sexiest organ a man has!
Mr Ramaswamy is a first generation American citizen. He made a killing in Biotech, is worth north of $500 million, and here he is with a peasant from the Northside of Pittsburgh, Pa. By the way, I am only second generation, on my mother’s side at least.
Ramaswamy believes that it is pure stupidity and delusion to think that you are trapped in someone else’s body. I do too. If I did believe it, I would choose to be in Rita Hayworth’s body. I loved her in Gilda as a little girl. I could not mentally triangulate that the underlying theme was one of homosexuality between the two main male characters, but i was just a little girl who loved Gilda’s gowns and singing.
Now, we no longer have little girls. We have girls who, following the crowd, want to be boys. Notice how children almost often follow the crowd and cannot think for themselves. Here, nurse Donna intervenes: Your cerebral cortex is not mature until age 25. Yes, you heard that right—25.
Ramaswamy has said that the voting age should be 25,, except for the military, which is experiencing a recruiting nightmare. Why on earth would you join this military? It glorifies everything that I was taught and believe in. American exceptionalism is dead and mouldering in the grave.
So now I will explain why so many of my friends are going back to the Old World. Many are going to Spain or Portugal. The new world is now dead, as far as they consider it.
No where else to go but back. Where would I go? Probably Spain or Portugal. I love southern Spain, especially Alicante.
If you are in my mindset, think about where you would go. If you have grandparents that are Italian, you can go there. Ditto Ireland.
I am a mutt so my choices are limited. But this I gift I give freely. Go on International Living’s new site and you may get some ideas. You must take this with a grain or pound of salt, but that is how all good ideas start.
For now, Shalom and Buenas Tardes!
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