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Media Bias

For four years, we listened to “Russia, Russia, Russia” whenever liberals talked about President Donald Trump. Rep. Adam Schiff went on camera at every possible moment to declare there was incontrovertible evidence of a Russia collusion. Schiff, being a dishonest liar and member of Congress, never produced one single shred of any evidence that collusion existed.

The left-wing fake news media published countless articles confirming the now infamous Russia hoax that was started, bought, and paid for by Hillary Clinton. Journalist received prizes for their articles about the hoax, and President Trump was impeached. It was all a big lie.

Muller’s investigation was a sham. People were falsely arrested and lives were destroyed because of Hillary Clinton and the fake news media – the enemy of the people.

So, it comes as no surprise that this same media ran to the defense of Jussie Smollett when he claimed he was the victim of a vicious attack at 2 a.m. during a polar vortex in Chicago because he was (still is) a gay black man. He claimed the attackers said: “This is MAGA country!” before putting a noose around his neck. The media ran with Smollett’s fake story and continued their Donald Trump white supremacy witch-hunt.

Smollett, being totally delusional, took the stand in his own defense and gave a pathetic performance as he tried to convince the jury that he was right and all evidence to the contrary was wrong.

In the end, a jury of Smollett’s peers found him guilty of 5 out of 6 charges that he perpetrated the hoax and lied to law enforcement. Actually, he lied to the world, and if there really is justice in this country, “Juicy” will go to prison.

The harpies on The View (a show I detest more than any other) asked the question: “Why don’t we want to hear good news?” These are the same women who have screamed hate-filled, bigoted, racist comments for over 5 years. They never stop yet they want us to embrace good news. Try reporting the truth Whoopi and Joy, you insane biddies.

Hunter Biden is another example of media bias. When the New York Post published photos and a story about Hunter, the cocaine addict, Parmesan cheese smoking, porn addict, sex addict, drug addict loser of a son (Joe’s boy) who is under investigation for tax evasion and money laundering, the mainstream media censored the Post and anyone else who tried to report the truth. This was prior to the 2020 Presidential Election. Had the truth gotten out, old Joe might not be sitting in the White House today.

Twitter put the Post on suspension, but that didn’t stop members from getting the truth out on Twitter one way or another. If anyone tries today to post the photos, they get suspended.

Today, Twitter has a new CEO who uses a heavy hand when censoring others. I know. I had a tweet censored and my account suspended until I agreed to delete my tweet. Now, there is this message on my account: “This Tweet is no longer available because it violated the Twitter Rules.”

I’ve lost all followers and those I follow after clicking on a follower’s link and ending up in spam hell. In an effort to reset everything, I deleted my account and reinstated it. Now, everything … including followers/those I follow … has disappeared. Whether or not Twitter reinstates them remains to be seen.

That’s it for today, Sunday, December 12, 2021.

I’m not sure if I will post anything else between now and the new year, so let me take this opportunity to wish you and yours a Merry Christmas and blessings for a great 2022.

Love Will Keep Us Alive
by The Eagles

The Dream

you’ve not come to me
for such a long time
yet today while
i slept peacefully
there you were
there we were
arms wrapped around
each other waists
walking in a town square
a peaceful and quite
town square
the sky was blue
the air was fresh
it began to feel chilly
as we entered a house
for shelter
you asked me
to write you a note
i looked for paper and a pen
but none was to be found
so my love
upon waking from
a deep sleep
i tried my best
to remember you
as you appeared
in my dream
what i can tell you
is that the love
i always felt for you
was even stronger
i miss you
more today than
i ever thought possible
three years ago
when you left
this good earth

I Had A Dream
from Les Misérables

Freedom of Speech and Censorship

As someone who respects freedom of speech, I’ve had to question what it really means when posting online blogs. Does it mean that it’s okay to trash the reputation of others or poke fun at people we don’t really like? Or is it meant to be used constructively, as a way to bring something positive to the conversation?

What I believe is that I (can’t speak for “we”) have an obligation to abide by the unwritten rules of common decency and respect.

Online blogs are a way to freely express ourselves, and show others what we are all about. When it turns ugly … insulting to the point of being dangerous … I can, for the most part, ignore what is going on around me and walk away.

Let’s face it, confrontations are uncomfortable. Online confrontations are impossible because what we read in a blog or in a comment box is interpreted in our own voice. We cannot hear the tone of the writer’s voice, and oftentimes what is written can be misinterpreted by a reader. Other times, it’s pretty darn clear what the writer was hoping to accomplish.

I’ve seen written blogs and/or comments where the obvious was just that – quite obvious. There are those who post under the guise of “freedom of speech” to publicly offend or humiliate another person. That, my friend, is a form of bullying and it hurts.

Recently, I was censored for something I wrote on a social networking site that begins with “T” and ends with “er.” I expressed my own personal feeling about a situation that has been prevalent in the news. The site took exception to what I posted and shut down my account until I deleted my tweet, which I did under protest.

The situation angered me. Infuriated me. Pissed me off to the point that I deleted everything in my account and tried to move one. Sadly, moving on isn’t always the solution.

The social networking site doesn’t care if I’m there or not. Their rules, I know, but I’ve seen far worse than what I posted yet far worse is allowed to stay.

The solution is quite simple: Use this website – my personal site – for what is was originally intended. Write what I feel like writing without the fear of being censored.

So, that’s exactly what I’m going to do. I can abide by the rules of the social networking site that begins with “T” and ends with “er,” and still enjoy the company of a few friends I’ve met along the way while writing here without the fear of censorship.

After all, I am paying for it.

4 + 20
by Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young

Cyber Court Is Just A Myth

Yesterday, while having a cyber conversation with my computer, it seemed like the appropriate time to clean out a few blogs. I’ve been hanging on to them for evidence just in case we end up in cyber court.

The truth of the matter is that some files are no longer necessary and a few files have been stored elsewhere.

“Did she say cyber court?”

“Silly computer, there is no such thing as cyber court.”

However, I did a massive purge of blogs, blogs with comments, links to hate-fest blogs, etc. Let’s just call it a computer high colonic and leave it at that.

No doubt, the online holier than thou bullies have saved everything said or done all in the name of being assholes, but that’s OK with me.

You see, I no longer care. My computer no longer cares. Life no longer cares.

Now, I have time to write letters to the banes of my existence – aka the HOA, AT&T, Medicare, and Congress – while looking for a new place to live (maybe).

“Simmer down, computer, simmer down. I will be taking you with me.”

“Thank you, Cath. I would be very sad if you dismantled me, smashed my hard drive, and buried me in some dumpster on the other side of town.”

As if that would ever happen … 😎

Route 66
by The Manhattan Transfer

I Am

I am …
the scientist
the composer
the philanthropist
the writer
the pioneer
the artist
the musician
the little old man who lives down the street
the English professor who dances to her own beat
the valedictorian
the last to graduate in your class
the social outcast
the peace organizer
the columnist
the inventor
the average taxpayer
the waiter
the farmer
the builder
the rancher
the creative soul

I represent all colors and creeds
I speak every language
I am no one
I am everyone
I make this world a better place without your permission

I am America!

God Bless The Child
by Al Jarreau, Jill Scott, and George Benson

A Conversation With My Computer

“Give a person a fish and you feed them for a day;
teach that person to use the Internet and
they won’t bother you for weeks.”
~Author Unknown

I don’t know how to make this work, this online world of chit and chat.

You see, my cocktail party days are over – those days when I was very good at making small talk with men and women who wanted to talk about themselves, and where they would winter or summer that year.

Now, I want more than little conversations about silly things that I don’t understand, and not because silly things don’t have their place – because they do – it’s because I am an adult who longs for adult conversations. I stink at cute talk, although I will never tire of sending messages of hope and love and peace.

There should be so much more than what this is, or so it seems, or perhaps it’s just me, and somewhere along the way I lost my ability to fit in as I never was very good at going with the flow or keeping it simple or “it’s only online chat.” You know – that kind of stuff – because I do believe it matters, but there are those who make it way too hard to care, and those who applaud their bad behavior.

Perhaps I want to believe that everyone is real and good and fair, and I feel let down when the truth isn’t always what it seems. I hurt too easily. It’s not fair.

At the end of day, when I turn you off, dear computer, those who mean something to me are on one side while I am on the other side until we meet again, if we meet again, because you never know who will be here in the morning.

“Are you certain that you want to turn off your computer?”

“Yes.”

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