From Domestic Goddess to Domestic Terrorist

I’m a senior citizen. I come from an age group that invented protests even if I never actually protested or burned my bra or destroyed any property. I was more of a volunteer working for peaceful political campaigns.

As a senior, I’ve been called many things in my life, but I’ve never been called a “domestic terrorist” until now.

It seems that if you are one of the millions of people who don’t want to take the shot, the “woke” people and the liars on mainstream media like to call you a terrorist.

Silly me. I thought that label was reserved for those who actually perform acts of terrorism. You know … they burn down buildings, hijack airplanes, set off bombs, kill people, destroy property … kill people, again.

Nope. Apparently that is no longer true.

Now then, I have taken one shot. The J&J one and done shot. I have no plans to take a booster shot.

Does that still make me a terrorist or maybe 1/2 of a terrorist?

I’m clueless which is something I’ve become accustomed to as I’ve gotten much older.

In all honesty, the pointless, harmful, crazy name-calling needs to stop. It’s scaring people and someone is going to get hurt. That someone might be me when I wear my “Trump 2024” tee-shirt to Target.

Peace out, brothers and sisters!

© Catherine Evermore. All rights reserved.

Get Together
by The Youngbloods

Read My Lips

“Read my lips: no new taxes” is a phrase spoken by American presidential candidate George H. W. Bush at the 1988 Republican National Convention as he accepted the nomination on August 18. (Wikipedia)

Read my lips: stop paying federal income taxes!

I’ve been thinking about this lately only because the Democrats are trying to run America into the ground with their reckless spending, open borders, and a goal to make everything “free” to certain people living this great country of ours – people who are not legal citizens.

Let’s just call it what it is: socialism/communism.

Each morning, I read the headlines from a few online newspapers. Each night, I watch a couple of news programs on FOX. And, each day, I feel like something big is about to happen and not necessarily in a good way.

Then again, the sane people living in this country just might surprise us all and take back control of the USA.

Hand to God, I hope so!

How did it get to this – this craziness that is out of control? Did it start with President Trump who wanted nothing more than to make America energy independent, put people back to work, improve our economy, get out of agreements that caused more harm than good, and secure our southern border?

Wait. President Trump accomplished all of the above.

That can’t be it. Maybe it started with the insanity coming from the liberals who want to tear down our country and make her a socialist/communist nation. I think that’s it.

Which brings me back to let’s stop paying federal income taxes. If we stop supporting a reckless Congress with our hard-earned dollars then maybe they will have a collective reality check and understand that American citizens – the sane ones – are really pissed off.

© Catherine Evermore. All rights reserved.

The Times They Are A-Changin’
by Bob Dylan

Love Letters From the Past

Dear Love of My Life,

Today is your birthday. I did not forget.

Just the other day, I remembered one very special night when we danced in the moonlight out on that old wooden dock.

There was a chill in the air, so you slipped off your coat and put it around my bare shoulders. You gently pulled my hair out from under the collar, twisting it just a little.

The moon’s reflection on the water gave off just enough light for me to see your wonderful eyes and trace your lips with mine.

Do you remember that night? I will never forget it.

I am so very happy that I met you. You will stay in my heart, forever.

Dear Love of My Life,

You were always the smart one, in so many ways, and you never made me feel small or insignificant. You showed me a world I had never known before … a world through your eyes. Don’t blush, darling. It is true.

Late one afternoon in early spring, we drove to an island in Georgia and we got lost. Did you do that on purpose? I think you did.

We had dinner at a beautiful restaurant on the waterway. If the weather had been nicer we would have stayed outside, but it was very windy with threats of rain.

We dined for hours inside where we had a full view of the waterway and the ominous clouds. No one tried to rush us out the door.

Listening to you became one of my favorite things to do in this entire world. Did I tell you?

A year later, I visited the same restaurant in Georgia – alone this time. You were away flying the friendly skies.

I sat at the same table, and I ordered the same meal, and I looked out over the same waterway, and I thought about you.

© Catherine Evermore. All rights reserved.

The Look Of Love
by Chris Botti (with Chantal Kreviazuk)

Where Have All The Cowboys Gone

Apparently, if you live in Texas, the border patrol agents on horseback are going to be investigated for using long reins to control their horses.

If you are a screaming liberal like Maxine Waters or Joy Reid, you are accusing them of whipping illegals coming to this country from Haiti.

Give me a break!

Those two harpies have never been on a horse, much less know a thing about how to control a horse with reins. Someone should control their disgusting, filthy mouths that spout hate for all conservatives. Truly, they are about as dumb as a rock.

In all honesty, I don’t know why these agents stay in their jobs. If it were me, I would be taking early retirement and telling Joe Biden to take his border crisis and move it to Delaware.

Joe Biden is the worst president ever. Hand to God, the man is an idiot.

As for these agents and all law enforcement, they have my full support. Unlike the harpies on the left, I actually appreciate what they do in the name of law and order.

© Catherine Evermore. All rights reserved.

Where Have All The Cowboys Gone
by Paula Cole

Big Sigh

Today is the last day of summer. Thank God.

So far, we have been spared a hurricane. Thank God, again.

I’m bored to tears. Joe Biden is giving a speech at the UN General Assembly, and I suspect those in attendance are bored to tears, too. I can’t bring myself to watch that jackass make a fool of himself.

Speaking of Jackass Joe, have you seen our southern border? It’s totally and completely out of control, but Joe and Kamala couldn’t care less. Those two deserve each other; however, America doesn’t deserve either one.

There are people I miss, and people I wish I had gotten to know. There are other people I will never miss, and people I wish I had never gotten to know.

My to-do list keeps growing and my I-don’t-feel-like-it list is getting even longer. Where is the ambition? Where is the drive?

I keep telling myself that today is the day, or maybe tomorrow will be the day, but the day after tomorrow will most certainly be the day. Day to do what?

Oh, I just remembered one more thing. Biden wants seniors to be test dummies for the vaccine booster shot. Hell no, Joe! I took one shot that made me sick for nearly three days, so I’m not going there again.

Okay, I’m done. Hope whoever you are that you have a good week.

© Catherine Evermore. All rights reserved.