Yes! Totalitarian dictatorships can get things done!

 

YOU LEARN FROM MARRIAGE

 

CONVERGENCE OF TWO OPPOSITE ENDS OF A SPECTRUM

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DC vs AMERICA

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LINK TO SITE....

Joe Dan Gorman's site...

OH NO! NOT PEPE!!!

 

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RW blogs are mad bc I said Pepe Le Pew added to rape culture. Let’s see.
1. He grabs/kisses a girl/stranger, repeatedly, w/o consent and against her will.
2. She struggles mightily to get away from him, but he won’t release her
3. He locks a door to prevent her from escaping. pic.twitter.com/CbLCldLwvR

— Charles M. Blow (@CharlesMBlow) March 6, 2021

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KAFKA AND THE DOLL

At 40, Franz Kafka (1883-1924), who never married and had no children, walked through the park in Berlin when he met a girl who was crying because she had lost her favorite doll. She and Kafka searched for the doll unsuccessfully.

Kafka told her to meet him there the next day and they would come back to look for her.

The next day, when they had not yet found the doll, Kafka gave the girl a letter "written" by the doll saying "please don't cry. I took a trip to see the world. I will write to you about my adventures."

Thus began a story which continued until the end of Kafka's life.

During their meetings, Kafka read the letters of the doll carefully written with adventures and conversations that the girl found adorable.

Finally, Kafka brought back the doll (he bought one) that had returned to Berlin.

"It doesn't look like my doll at all," said the girl.

Kafka handed her another letter in which the doll wrote: "my travels have changed me." the little girl hugged the new doll and brought the doll with her to her happy home.

A year later Kafka died.

Many years later, the now-adult girl found a letter inside the doll. In the tiny letter signed by Kafka it was written:

"Everything you love will probably be lost, but in the end, love will return in another way."

Embrace the change. It's inevitable for growth. Together we can shift pain into wonder and love, but it is up to us to consciously and intentionally create that connection.

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MANY AMERICANS EXPERIENCED

A FB friend wrote this but I think many Americans can identify....

 I grew up in a military family...all over the U.S. but mostly Georgia and Kentucky. This was during a time when everyone treated each other like Family. Fast food was unheard of in my family and we would sit down at the table for all meals. We drank kool-aid, ate bologna sandwiches, PB&J sandwiches, potted meat sandwiches. We would go to the corner store to trade in reusable coke bottles to get a $1.00 and use it to get a bag full of candy and an Drink. We worked babysitting and mowing lawns and did chores for free. We knew the value of money even as children, because we had to earn it. We worked a huge garden during each summer. We went outside to play games like kickball, hopscotch, kick the can, hide & seek, red light green light, red rover, baseball, basketball, water fights, jumped rope, dodge ball or tetherball, played house and barbies. We chased Lightning bugs (fire flies) and flew June bugs on the end of a thread. There was no bottled water, so we drank from the garden hose when we needed a drink.

We watched cartoons and did extra chores on Saturday morning. We would ride our bikes for hours all without a cell phone or electronic games. We would visit the library and find a book by cards; not a computer screen.

We weren't AFRAID OF ANYTHING except our parents and maybe an old 'haunted house' or two. If someone had a fight, that's what it was...a fight and you were back to being friends.

Kids didn't have guns (except for sticks we used as guns or plastic guns) when we were playing cowboys and Indians and never thought of taking a life, especially not their own. Building forts in the woods, the hay barn, or clay gulley. When the porch lights came on you had best be home. School was mandatory. We watched what we said around our elders because we knew If we DISRESPECTED any grown up we would get our behinds busted or legs switched, it wasn't called abuse, it was discipline! And we had to pick our own switch. 

Please and Thank you were a part of our daily dialogue along with sir and ma'am! We went to Church and we were grateful for everything we had. We ate meals as a family and learned to "clean" our plate. Eat it all. We said the pledge of Allegiance and had devotion EVERY morning at school before class, we were respectful and thankful.

I've been thinking more and more lately how grateful I am that I grew up at this time where the world was so much simpler and different. I miss that world so much!!

Share if you're thankful for your childhood and will never forget where you came from! Wouldn't it be nice if it were possible to get back to this way of life?