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Living in the Twilight Zone


The Georgia Patriot

November 7, 2011

Ever since I can remember, (some friends may argue I can’t remember what I did yesterday), I have had a reoccurring dream. It usually starts as any normal day then something so obviously and horrifically wrong happens and I’m the only one that notices. I try to conform, at first, followed by my shouting from the proverbial rooftops trying to get someone to realize the injustice, only to be deemed crazy or overreacting to the events of my dream. As I sat and watched the news on Sunday, I could only pray I was still dreaming.

Granted, my man Herman had a horrible week. It’s really hard to defend something that may have happened over 15 years ago. It’s kind of like fighting a war where you don’t know the enemy … or the cause, for that matter. We all witnessed a total feeding frenzy on Herman Cain. He had to be hiding something. After all, someone said they were uncomfortable with something he may have said over 15 years ago.

I would bet money I said something offensive to someone 15 years ago. The difference, there was no money to be gained by uttering those powerful words, sexual harassment. To me, unless Justin Beiber turns out to be Herman Cain’s love child or someone has videos of Herman dancing with someone’s panties on his head, I don’t believe it. I have followed his career and listened to him for too long to believe this is any kind of pattern. Sorry media. There will be no lynching tonight.

That‘s not even what went horrifically wrong in my Twilight Zone weekend! Again, sorry media. We all expected you to try to make this a juicy story. You are so predictable these days. Facts don’t matter. Well, 30 seconds of facts followed by 20 minutes of speculation.

What totally blew me away was the coverage of Saturday night’s debate between Herman and Newt!

What?

There was a debate?

Yes, and it had about 20 Oprah style AH HA moments…..

It was an hour and a half of total brilliance and discussion about how to move America forward. Real numbers. Real details and an honest conversation of where America is and what it will take to move it forward. It even started out with a basic explanation of entitlements with easy to understand graphs so that the audience had a basic understanding of the facts.

After witnessing what I thought was the most brilliant hour and a half of television since the whole political cycle started, I woke up Sunday excited to watch the media coverage and the pundits discussing the issues raised.

What did we get?

Virtually nothing.

All the press reported was that Herman had anger issues with the liberal media and they proceeded to jump back on the harassment issue in the Q&A time after the debate. Granted, FOX had Chris Wallace to discuss the debate, although he admitted he was watching football and didn’t see the whole thing. Yep, that’s when I hopped up on my proverbial rooftop and started screaming.

I have come to the conclusion, the media doesn’t really want peace and prosperity in America. They really don’t want these problems to be solved. That would be bad for ratings. So here I sit on the rooftop screaming. There is a bit of a difference in this living nightmare. I do see a few others on their roof tops too.

The view is much clearer up here.


Here is the link to the debate if anyone cares to watch it and join me on the roof.

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What I miss most...

By Georgia Patriot

August 29, 2011



In reflection on my latest case of the blahs, I have begun to notice a pattern.

I have always been one to pull myself up by my own bootstraps and tackle the task at hand without pharmaceuticals or professional help. It could be a result of being brought up by no nonsense country folk that worked from dawn till dusk, who were as smart as any college educated, well coiffed Barbie/Ken doll, and I assure you, they never read one touchy feely parenting handbook!

I thank them for that.

Now, I feel there is something going on much deeper in my gut. At first, I thought it was physical. But no. Then I thought it was the general stress of life. That's not it either. I have now identified the problem. I have lost my ability to dream.

First of all, this is not a tale of poverty. This is a tale of the Middle Class. A group people have a hard time feeling sorry for. Everything in my soul tells me I should be thankful I'm middle class (So let's add a layer of guilt to the mix). There may be some of you fellow ungrateful human beings out there still with me so I will type on?

My life has changed.

I use coupons, buy generic brand products and rarely impulse buy even the smallest household items. I truly assess need before I purchase now. I don't believe any of this is the reason for my dark cloud.

Let's think back to a more positive time in life. What did I enjoy doing the most and what is different now? I can tell you for certain, it wasn't spending money. It was dreaming about what our family could do in the future. It's as much about looking forward to the big vacation as the vacation itself. My hubby and I used to spend hours debating on where the imaginary pool should be placed in the yard, or if the imaginary new camper should have an automatic awning.

We would dream.

It was fun to hear how our daughter wants to go to Harvard Law School. Now, when she mentions it, I worry it can never happen. Not because of what she can't do, but because of what I can't do.

My dreams today consist of my hubby getting a bonus check so that we can with certainty cover our tax bill. Or fantasizing that our house can appraise high enough to refinance at a lower rate.

Maybe I'm not the only middle classer out there going through this. Maybe I am.

My dream for the future is that all of this man-made economic plague will pass before my kids figure out that the current path of the future sucks and they lose their chance to dream also. Doesn't every step up the ladder of life begin with a dream or a plan or a goal?

Right now I can only dream of hanging on for dear life and not falling off.

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