I haven’t published a personal post for quite a while; to my loyal followers, I apologize. I was in an accident March 09 of this year where I came close to being paralyzed from a neck injury; fortunately, I wasn’t. While recuperating, some friends and a relative or two urged me to start writing my memoirs; it gave me pause to reconsider some things about myself and my outlook on life.
` My life has not been easy, nor has it been ordinary; what it has been was one emotional struggle after another each a lesson unto itself. Since coming into this arena we call earth, I’ve been forced to attend challenging classes not found in any school curriculum. I’ve learned hard lessons that might have destroyed a weaker man; I won, I overcame adversity to finally, for once in my life stand tall, proud of who I am.
I would like to share some of the insight I’ve gained.
With your permission, I will begin this by stating that I will never again apologize to any member of my family for my past or present actions. I do not emphasize that to be mean-spirited or arrogant; I do it to forewarn any who may read my words.
If I were to apologize, it would be to myself for not getting the help I needed when I could afford it. Therefore, my introduction intends to be an opening of a massive door into my being, into my very inner pains and terror to release what was and allow what is to enter. It is my challenge to the shadows that once brought only loneliness and anxiety to an outcast, punished for not meeting the expectations of those who should have loved.
I will speak of the unseen tears shed over many years; the cries in the night unanswered, a family always out of reach. The trauma that permanently destroyed a lonely child leaving him to struggle as an adult.
If I were better educated and more intelligent, I think I might find worthier terminology for what I feel, and it’s causation, but I’m not so I’ll take a SWAG (scientific wild-ass guess) and call it: Abandoned Child Syndrome  – Parental Alienation Syndrome 
I will share my life story in the hope of maybe, one day being able to cry again; to shed the tears suppressed even now.
 Overview on Abandoned Child Syndrome – Its Causes and Symptoms, Threads of Feeling (2018), http://www.threadsoffeeling.com/understanding-physical-psychological-impacts-abandonment-child/ (last visited Sep 16, 2018).
 Linda Turner, Abandoned child syndrome Parental Alienation Pas (2018), https://parentalalienation-pas.com/2017/03/12/abandoned-child-syndrome/ (last visited Sep 16, 2018).
With the upcoming midterm elections rapidly approaching, there is a surge of Democrat propaganda flooding all the mainstream media and it brings to mind a question:
Within the last 24 hours, Obama, Clinton, Warren, and other radical leftist Democrats have seen giving speeches, posting blogs and otherwise making comments about how the Republicans, under the leadership of President Trump, destroying America.
My question is this: Who the hell is kidding who, or is it whom?
There are apparently two distinct agendas driving the radical left; money and power, or is it power and money. I guess, either way, they’re seen as inseparable.
While I believe these are two critical issues for them, I feel there is a third issue which is compelling them to act like immature children with name calling, denigration of Americans for having a different opinion, and worst of all, denying Americans the opportunity for freedom of speech. I’m not just talking non-Democrats being attacked, I’m talking to all Americans: if you do not believe in and strictly follow the mandates of the radical Democrats, you will pay the price, and even if you do, you will pay a price. These elitist, politicians and their money grabbing corporate CEOs have joined to wrest control of our country from us. To accomplish this, they must destroy President Trump which in turn would end all the positive things he has done for America.
It is time for the voters to purge our government of proven criminals and traitors to our Constitutional values.
Dear child of the Social Net
Stop acting like a Liberal’s pet.
Vile words and names in torrents spew,
At those deemed not aligned with you
In sanctimonious voice, you claim they’ve sinned,
When in fact, dear child, you’re pissing into the wind.
As a child, I often sat with my grandmother beneath her grape arbor in Mankato, MN, there to talk and listen to her stories of nature. She was not a learned person in the sense of a formal education, but she was a sagacious woman in the ways of the world. Tragically for me, and the world I lost her when I was fifteen.
Before she died, she had to have one of her legs removed because diabetes had shut down the circulation and she was developing gangrene. I lived in Minneapolis, MN, at the time so I went to Mankato, (90 miles) and stayed at the hospital with her from the night before surgery, during surgery and most of the day after, when I had to leave. That was the last time I saw her or heard her voice. Her last words were, “we will share our love of nature under the arbor again one day.” I miss her wisdom.
Starting yesterday, and continuing throughout the night and into today, St. Louis, MO is experiencing severe storms. The thunder rages like the sounds millions of buffalo stomping over the plains in the days that were. Lightning, the arrows of Father Sky, piercing the darkness, illuminating their way while torrents of rain assail their path. These were the visions my grandmother gave to me. She made me understand that nature is not science, nature is alive.
When I would ask her why storms came, she would tell me about how she had to do the spring cleaning of her house and that Mother Nature was no different.
“Mother Nature’s house is much bigger than ours.”, she would say. “She has more work to do, so she tells Father Sky he has to help her.”
“Make the Sky Buffalo run over the cloud prairies to warn all the creatures that we are going to clean. Wake them with the light of your arrows that they may prepare and seek shelter.”
But Nana, the wind blows so hard it shakes my brain to pieces!
“Child, pay attention, it is rare that the wind begins by blowing that hard but if it should then you best hide down in the root cellar cause a tornado may be coming. You don’t recall cause you were only two, but a big twister came through the town in 1946 killing eleven people and injuring a hundred or so more. They are very dangerous.”
Does Father Sky send tornadoes to hurt people?
“I don’t think so. I’m not sure what causes twisters but, like everything else in nature, they serve a purpose. Perhaps it’s a way for nature to make sure humans know who is really in charge. An old Lakota lady once told me that twisters were nature’s way of cleaning out the weak and cutting new paths for the strong. Heard tell on the radio that cold and warm air crashing together cause them. I just do not know.”
What happens to the animals when a tornado comes?
“Sadly, many animals are killed by twisters because they have nowhere to hide from them. Humans, at least the smart ones know enough to find shelter when they can.”
Nana, does the Sky Father always send twisters when he sends the winds?
“No darling, sometimes he just sends the big winds to clean out the old nests and dead branches from trees so there can be new ones.”
But Nana, if he does that, he might hit me on the head with a big branch or nest!
“That is possible, yes but most of the time the Sky Father will send warnings such as gusts of wind, thunder and many times the temperature will suddenly drop just before the storm to warn us. Course, nowadays, we have the weather guessers who might be able to predict a coming storm.”
So the Sky Father makes the wind blow and the rain fall to help the Earth Mother clean her trees and stuff?
“That’s right hon, he washes out old branches, nests, leaves and even dead animals then rinses the trees to wash away the dust.”
And the Earth Mother likes for him to do this?
“I believe she does for aren’t we all a part of her? Don’t the minerals contained in decaying branches, leaves, and animals return to the soil to help fertilize it?
But Nana, if it rains really, really, really hard all that water will fill up the creeks and rivers to flood stuff!
“Yes, that is true but what happens when there is flooding?”
I dunno know.
“Just like the trees, when Father Sky sends his rain down upon Mother Earth, the water washes away natural debris and vegetations into our streams and rivers. There, the debris-filled water will carry its burden to larger rivers such as the Mankato River which in turn, flows into the Mississippi River. As the rivers fill with water and debris, they will overflow their banks and fill the land. When the water recedes, it leaves the sediment which is a natural fertilizer. I heard that this happens every year in the Nile river in Egypt and it may happen in your lifetime. “ (Nana, if you’re listening, it occurred in 1993 – worst flood in history.)
Nana, does the Earth Mother have a big dumpster or trash can to put stuff in?
“She certainly does, she has seven of them – the Seven Seas.”
But Nana, what happens to all that sediment stuff that goes into the seas?
“That which can be recycled by Mother Nature will be. That which cannot becomes deltas such as we saw down in New Orleans.”
I remember, but we saw stuff like soda bottles, and glass and stuff down in the delta place.
“Sadly, you are right. There are things that even Mother Nature cannot rapidly fix. It is a tragic mistake of human greed and indifference that produces the filth and poisons we see on our Mother Earth every day. Perhaps one day people will wake up before it’s too late and realize what they have done.”
Nana, I miss you and love you more now than ever before.
I am not one for organized religions based on human-constructed ideologies professed to be handed down by a supreme being.
I have faith, yes but it is not to one found in any building or any words created in the minds of humans. It is a faith instilled in me over my lifetime by powers greater than me who allowed, perhaps even planned challenges I had to overcome to teach me the lessons I needed to learn.
“Why did “God” let this happen?”
Ever heard that phrase? I have, thousands of times. The answer I have most often heard to that question is, “God” works in mysterious ways” which is a cop-out to me.
There is nothing mysterious about God; there are only truth and logic both of which escape most of us.
Since his inauguration on January 20, 2017, a relentlessly vilified President Trump has been working very hard to rehabilitate America, yet there are those who still cry out, “God, why did you let this happen?”
My opinion is “God” did not let it happen. “God” made it happen.
Neither Russia nor any other foreign power interfered with our election – “God” did.
I believe that “God” decided it was time to remove the blinders from those who proclaimed the “liberty” of America and show them the reality. “God” chose to expose the hypocrisy of the elitists and the damage they have done.
Perhaps “God” felt it was time to demonstrate the true meanings of love, faith, and equality of all peoples in a world beset by ignorance and fear.
Whatever the reason, if people truly believe in “God” they must always remember, “God” is in control.
Voice like thunder
Defies the dark
Sound of freedom
Calls to mark.
Era of change
Besets our land
Now taken in hand.
Wall of Denial
Crumbles in decay
Truth leads the way.
Struggle not over
Battles to come
Hearts remain strong
Beneath the new sun.