Monday, February 27, 2017

MY VIEW OF THE POST-ELECTION 2016-2017

by Danna Shirley

BlucampagnacongressodemocraticoasinoelezioneelefantelottaThe 2016 Presidential campaign between Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump and the election night results that followed were a complete upset that shocked the whole country. It shocked the Democrats that Clinton didn't win and the Republicans that Trump did. The real result was that the country took the Democrats to the woodshed for a reality check. 

Image result for clipart of taking someone to the woodshedNow on a personal and individual basis, taking someone to the woodshed is supposed to have the objective of learning a very valuable lesson about behavior, character, integrity, and right from wrong; what's expected and not expected in the future. 

One trip to the woodshed usually helps to learn the lesson well, unless of course the individual is stubborn, rebellious, and defiant. Does that describe the post-election Democratic supporters that have shown just how out of touch they are with the rest of the country?

Everything they stood for in the last eight years was rejected because after eight years of being "in charge" with little change and few improvements, the people have spoken...and what they want and need is a leader that will run this country like the CEO of a successful business and that is what we have in Donald Trump. 

The protesters speak of intolerance but they are then so intolerant that they RIOT; destroying property and showing just how hateful and detestable they are. Their "protests" cannot even be heard over their shameful and outrageous behavior. Those of us who DID NOT vote for Obama accepted him as our President anyway. Now we, as the silent majority, have spoken, and they are acting as childish, bratty, and spoiled children. Grow up or journey to the woodshed in four years for another spanking.
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Why don't all these government officials (local, state, federal) put as much into taking care of our veterans as they are in protecting illegal and criminal aliens? Their priorities are skewed. They are going at high speed down the wrong track to a dead end destination. 

Protest: a statement or action expressing disapproval or objection. 
Riot: a violent disturbance, rampage, fight, run amok, go berserk. 
Skewed: biased, distorted, inaccurate, unfair, misleading.

May I say again, the Democrats just don't get it! Grow up, wake up, open your blind eyes and your deaf ears, and hear what the populace is SHOUTING

On to Hollywood:
I didn't watch the Grammys, the SAG Awards, or the Oscars. Who cares what Hollywood thinks politically. The awards are to recognize achievement in their field. As far as I can determine from their speeches, their "field" is a swamp of quicksand and if they're not careful it will swallow them up. Their insults are offending half of the population and I've already decided to boycott their movies. I don't have to spend the $25 to go to the show (ticket, jumbo popcorn, & drink). I'll stick with my Hallmark movies on television.
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Maybe I'm just showing my age but where has the respect, courtesy, and just plain good manners gone? Okay, that's enough of my soapbox.

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

GOD'S GLORIOUS CREATION

Photos taken by a professional photographer, Donny Granger, on February 21, 2017.
He just happened to be at the right place at the right time
to catch these magnificent photos.
The three crosses are in front of Bellevue Baptist Church, Cordova, TN

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Monday, February 6, 2017

RETIREMENT

by Danna Shirley
Writing assignment: Noisy Neighbors

            Retirement was here and I was looking forward to spending my time in an atmosphere of serenity and peace. I had thirty-four years with my wonderful husband but now, as a widow, all I had left were my memories. We had traveled the world as a Navy family and I had my journals, from childhood throughout all of our duty stations, to glean and put down on paper in story form. It was a big undertaking but I was looking forward to the project.
            It was a beautiful spring day. The flowers were fragrant, the birds sang, the temperature was light and airy. Everything around me was awakening including my own heart as I recalled my many years of life and love with my husband. The grieving period had long since subsided and I could now reminisce with fondness.
            I set my computer up on the patio with paper, pencils, and a glass of iced tea at my elbow. I even put the radio on soft and low instrumental music. Okay. I opened my first journal and read my childish scribble in third grade. “Mary Jane was my best friend and she walked right by me today. I’ll never talk to her again.”
            This wouldn’t do. I moved on to sixth grade. “Mary Jane and I went roller skating today. We had fun. She’s my best friend.”
            Okay, this sounded a little better. Onward to tenth grade. “Mary Jane stole Bill from me. I’ll hate her forever.” Whew, I didn’t even remember Bill. I’m glad I forgave her because she was my maid-of-honor and I was hers. I chuckled at my own flippant adolescence.
Okay, where to begin. I stared at the blank screen. All of a sudden, Whopp! My shoulders jumped up to my ears. Oh, no, that must be Gus next door.
Image result for clipart of boy throwing baseball against a fenceShortly after moving in I had met the Cruikshanks; Archie, Libby and their kids Gus and Clara. It was a nice friendship over the back fence but that’s all I wanted right now. Just a “Hi, how are ya,” and back to my writing. They were a nice family and all but this just wouldn’t do. “Gus,” I yelled, “what are you doing over there?”
“I’m practicing pitching for little league. Ya wanna come over and catch for me?”
“No, and I wish you would stop throwing at my fence.”
“But it’s the only fence I have and Mom won’t let us outta the yard ’til she gets home.”
“Don’t you have a friend you can play with . . . at his houses?” Whopp, my shoulders jumped up to my ears. Oh, no. I didn’t want to ruin a new friendship but how long could I take this before I had to say something? Whopp, there it was again.
“Hi, Ms Melanie,” Clara yelled over the fence.
Image result for clipart of girl on trampolineI looked up to see her high in the sky, then down she went. I puzzled that thought until she was up again saying, “Look how high I can jump.”
What are you jumping on?” I yelled. Down she went.
“My trampoline,” she yelled as she touched the sky again.
Baseball and trampolines. Yes, spring had sprung. I gathered my computer, radio, iced tea, and went back inside. No problem. There’s always a solution to any predicament. I would just write before they got home from school . . . or maybe I could learn to play catch! J