I guess it was bound to happen. I just expected it on this blog, not a safe zone where it was supposed to be all conservatives; like minded women. I won't mention the site, because liberals will claim that the movement is falling apart. But, you see, I think they plant their own people in these movements, cause havoc, then claim that the movement is falling apart.
I posted my blog about the code violations on another site that I'm on. It's supposed to be preaching to the choir. I only posted it because someone else posted about being a sunshine patriot. Are you prepared to be a patriot in fair weather and rough times? Well, yes. I believe I was picked on because of my sign on the front of my house, and because my house made the news for my flag being upside down and the stance I took. I was not disrespecting my flag. Our nation was in distress when the Democrats can lock out a portion of the United States and their views and write bills that don't include them. That's fascism. That's dangerous. I considered or nation in distress. We live in America, it's my right to demonstrate the way I want.
She took offense, and used her freedom of speech to comment on my blog. However, she also used poor blog etiquette, and turned her comment on my blog into a blog in it's own right, so that the whole site would see her reem me out. I wasn't aware of her blog at first. I commented back, stating that I was a Veteran of the United States Navy, and earned the right to fly my flag however I chose. I tracked submarines during the cold war, yada, yada, yada, and my husband served 20 years in the Navy. This household is well aware of flag regulations, and don't lecture me on patriotism. Then, I went to research her, and find that she turned her comments into a blog, so I reposted those exact comments on that blog, too.
So, she comes back, only on my blog, and diss's my service to the Navy, saying tracking boggy submarines isn't serving my country. Tell it to the Viet Nam veterans who bled for their country. Well, Missy, if it weren't for me, you'd be speaking Russian.
So, long story, short, it threw me into a post traumatic stress episode, which threw me into an epileptic seizure. Seems I only have a seizure when I go into a PTSD episode. So I've been inside my own head for the last couple days trying to figure out how she did it. How she managed to do what the flaming liberals haven't been able to do since I've been fighting for my country. You see, I don't know about other PTSD victims, but if I can figure out how an episode relates back to the original trauma, I can come out of it. So, every time it sparks one, not only do I have to relive the words that caused it over and over and over and over and over (that's the nature of PTSD), I have to go back to the original trauma and relive it while I sort out what the similarities are that would remind me of it in the first place. PTSD means you replay the words over and over, like a tape recorder in your head, or in this case a video, and there is no erase button. For my health I had to cut all ties with that site. I took down all my blogs (I have copies) which erased all the comments that she put up. I don't care. So the only copies I have are now running in my head. So what? They'll eventually stop. They always do.
PTSD is a strange beast. It rears it's ugly head in the strangest of places. I had thought that this site was a save zone. That's possibly the connection. It's like getting fragged in your bunk by friendly fire. For civilians, fragged is when someone throws a grenade in your bunk. My husband gets the "you're not a real veteran because you didn't serve in Viet Nam" bull crap all the time from liberal Viet Nam veterans.....mostly only the ones who are LIBERALS. I only have heard it from the ones who got drafted. Guess what? I volunteered to serve my country, no one drafted me. My husband volunteered 5 TIMES! to serve his country. He didn't come out hating his country, or with an axe to grind.
If Obama suddenly had a flash of insight and started supporting the constitution (I know, it would be a miracle, but....) I would become his biggest supporter. Of course, there would be out of necessity, a proving time, because he's lied so long. I don't hate the man, I hate the policies. If he stood up to Congress, and started doing what this country needed to recover, I'd support everything I thought we needed. I just know he's not going to do it. He's a socialist. He has an agenda that HE believes is best for the country, that will bring us to some utopia, but it's a lie. We all see it, why can't he? Socialism doesn't work. When the people can't work for a surplus, they don't work. They won't work for their neighbor's pocket. Jamestown proved it, they almost starved out.
If this woman who attacked me had bothered to look up any of my blogs before she attacked me and called me a progressive (actually told me to go my progressive way), she would have realized that I tried to give a history lesson on progressives. It's up here on my site if you want to look it up. Progressives in History. But she was too worried about stirring the pot to and making the conservative movement look like it's falling apart to worry about facts.
That's the sign of a liberal. They make you mad, and try to make you look bad. She fights like a liberal, argues like a liberal, smells like a liberal, gee, must be a liberal. I took my ball and went home.
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As an update, it's now February 22 and I've finally put the PTSD behind me because I've finally figured out what sparked it. My PTSD is not military related. I can hear her now if she ever comes here and reads this. She'll think I'm trivializing PTSD. I had a REALLY friend in the mid-90's who helped me through my first flashback episode or I would have thought I was on a really bad acid trip. He was a Viet Nam veteran and explained all this flashback stuff for me. I was dealing with repressed memories coming forward from childhood abuse. This friend was as close as any person could be and not be a lover. As a matter of fact I was the only one besides another friend who was a police officer who could talk him down from his own PTSD episodes.
But, I digress. I figured out what it was. This lady who attacked me had said that "We always tell everyone to display a 50 ft "Don't tread on me flag" instead of turning their flag upside down." Who is she to tell everyone what to do? Is she a self proclaimed leader of the Tea Party movement? Did she just proclaim herself dictator? Glenn Beck warned everyone there would be people who would try to take the horns of the movement for their own purposes. The beauty of our "movement" is that we don't have a leader. We are AMERICANS. We are Independent. We have brains of our own. I was abused by someone just like that, who thought she knew so much better than everyone else what we needed, including my mother. We have a president like that. And this woman thought *I* was the progressive. She wants to be everyone's big sister, or mother and let them know what's best, because they surely don't know themselves....the definition of progressive.
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