I've been hacked

Well, I can't access my blog right now, but I can post. I've experience my first hacking....

Every time I try to access my own blog, I get redirected to http://deplayer.net/ptp.html with someone talking a foreign language in the background. I don't know if everyone is having the same problem, but I have to assume so. I'm trying to solve it, but since I have no followers at the moment, no one will know about it.

Now, my question is, did this happen because I'm being affective? Or is it a coincidence? I do know that I noticed that yesterday I got my FIRST comment on a blog. Of course it wasn't a political blog, it was one of my religious ones, and it wasn't one I wrote. I looked up the guy who commented and he was an atheist. So he didn't care anything about what I write, but that I'm a Christian and he happens to bash Christians, because he doesn't like God. You know it takes more faith to be an atheist that to be a Christian? I have to wonder if he's the one who attacked me? Seems an awful coincidence, to happen at this time. But that's OK.

I can post anyway. Satan can't keep me down. You see, I woke up this morning, going to post my dream I had, so maybe that dream had significance, and I SHOULD post it after all.

Here's my dream: It started out, I was in my yard. It was obviously a generic yard, because it wasn't MY yard. I had a pile of rubble that was almost as high as me, and it was shaking. I thought to myself, that's peculiar. I don't remember thinking it might be an earthquake or anything, just wondering why it would be trying to fly away like that. Then a government official came into my yard. Again, I don't remember thinking it odd that he came onto my property without me asking him to, or being mad that he did. He asked what I was doing, and why my stuff was doing that. I said I honestly didn't know. Then I leaned around my shed, which is odd, because I don't own a shed, and looked at the sky and HOLY COW! The whole sky was about to erupt into a tornado! It was black and ugly and very threatening and you could see the funnel cloud in the distance coming straight for us! I told the government man, "There's a tornado coming straight for us!" He got on his radio and called it in. Another oddity, because we know in the current environment, the government doesn't listen to the average American. Then I headed to the house. As I'm walking to the house, my youngest son, Derek, is walking out. I scream all 3 of his names, which I am obviously not going to post on this blog, and to a child that should signal that you are in BIG TROUBLE! He ignored me and continued on his bee line straight towards the tornado! I could feel my heart jump into my throat! I screamed all 3 names again, with the panic rising! I just knew I was going to have to go INTO THAT TORNADO and get him out. I could see his molecules disappearing one by one into the tornado as I literally had to make my feet move towards him. I didn't want to go, BUT IT WAS MY CHILD disappearing into that tornado. I had no choice. I had to go.

I woke up with the panic still in my heart. I would have hated to take my blood pressure at that point. I woke up at 3:38 A.M. and never really got back to sleep. It's gonna be a long day. I almost woke up my son and slapped him for not listening to me, it was so real.

I have studied a little bit of Carl Jung. I know there is no such thing as a prescient dream, so I don't fear for his life or anything. I also know that most dreams are what is weighing heavy on your mind. I am a mother, but I am also a veteran. What weighs most on my mind right now is my country, and my children's future. My subconscious obviously just combined them. Perhaps I feel as if there is hope in some of our officials listening to us (the government man who called in the tornado). But maybe Derek represented the American people who are still asleep, and possibly sleep walking towards the doom that this administration will put us in if this health care bill passes.

Everyone is thinking, "Oh, don't worry, we'll just reverse it with the next vote." Oh, really? Y'all think it will be that easy? Obama is talking about taking over 1/6th of the economy. He's not only talking about that, but when everyone gets on Medicare, and Medicaid, it will COLLAPSE the economy. And, he's talking about taking over your care, medically, and some bureaucrat deciding who gets care. And if you think that isn't already happening, ask my dad. He had to fight to get care for prostate cancer. People like Obama have no problem walking into that tornado for their ideals. If it will progress their beliefs, they'll kill themselves, politically, physically, whatever it takes. In my dream, I had to MAKE my feet go, only because my child was being destroyed. Don't mess with a mother tiger when her young is in danger....but I was scared into fight or flight. Does Obama look scared? No, he's mad that the Democrats aren't sacrificing themselves and their careers like he is for "the cause."

Obama wasn't raised in America by patriotic Democrats. He was raised in first, Hawaii, then Indonesia. I lived in Hawaii for 4 years on a Navy base. They aren't very American-friendly. They've wanted their independence from America for a very long time. I've read a lot of articles that say that his mother was a Marxist, and didn't have American-friendly values. And now he's President of the United States. He's in a position to reset our government into what he was raised it should be. How very convenient. His mother would be so proud.

So, he doesn't run into that tornado to save American lives, does he? See how quickly he acted to make the decision about our troops? And then didn't give HIS general what he asked for, not even close. He gave him LESS than the minimum he asked for. He didn't even give him the minimum, let alone a compromise. Your general says we need 40,000 to 60,000 troops, and you give him 30,000? That means you don't care if win or not. You want America seen as weak.

I will go into the fray, not because I'm brave, but because I love my country. I fight, not because I'm brave, but because no one else will go. I fight, not because I'm brave, but because my children deserve a free country. When your nation calls you, will you go? Obama calls for useful idiots, because he doesn't care about who dies, even politically. I would die for freedom, but not as a useful idiot for Marxism. I will not reset the economy into oblivion.

We have to defeat this health care bill. It is just a hand out to get you used to being hand fed benefits. Can't you see the riots when the Republicans get in office and have to take free stuff away? Don't get used to any more "benefits." And I'm not going to be the pot calling the kettle black. As soon as my house sells, or as soon as I can convince my MIL to take a reverse mortgage and buy us out of our mortgage on the other house, we'll give up my son's SSI check. I fully understand not being able to give up benefits. That's what Obama is banking on. Get 'em hooked and it will collapse the economy and he can be the savior with Marxism. You think you can overthrow Marxism and bring back a Republic? Not likely.

Lori Ann Smith
I don't want my grandchildren asking me, grandma, why didn't you fight harder?

A Look Into My Diary

I have scattered thoughts today. It's raining and the rain always makes me blue. I remember when I used to sit and knit in the rain. Now the rain brings different thoughts. America has been in a deep sleep; a sleep of a winter of inattention to governmental issues. We've let things go. Is it too late? Phrases run through my head for blogs, for research. There are just so many things to do. I feel the weight of these issues on my generations' shoulders. What if we're right? I don't care if we're wrong. I'll take the ridicule. I hope we're wrong. I want to be the crazy lady in the family.

But the more research I do, the more scared I get. And I have clung to ideals for so long that are crumbling. I had thought I was safe, on the right side of politics. I was a Republican. I became a Republican during the Reagan era. But ideals come crashing down....

Socialists are sneaky people...they masquerade as Republicans too. The previous administration has put into place the beginnings that are being built on. We thought these things were good, but didn't see how they could be corrupted in the wrong hands. We saw it in "good" hands. But were the hands good, or just slow acting? Is it just as evil to transform into a socialist nation if you do it slowly? But where are the people from the left who were screaming that Bush was bad, evil, terrible, now that Obama is doing all the same things, only faster? Where are the people who compared Bush to Hitler, when Obama is doing the same things, only faster? I am willing to apologize for not seeing in Bush the socialistic programs. I was blinded by party. Why can they not see it in their party? I admit that I was a yellow dog Republican. I voted for the "R" on the ballot. I won't make that mistake again. It's sort of like when people ask why are you a Christian? And you can't answer. I can answer now. I want small government. I want low spending. I am pro-life. I am conservative. I am pro-business. I want lower taxes. And that last one isn't just so I have more money and can buy more things. If the people have more money, everyone has more money; business has more money to invest, people have more money to spend on the economy, the economy grows. Ronald Reagan proved it.

But the left aren't screaming now about the socialist agenda. They have an agenda. They want to fundamentally change America. And watch, they will change their name when socialist becomes a dirty name. I believe the next name is progressive, or even, what was the new one? Populist. I guess they are trying to convince everyone that they are popular. Even though they are in a minority, they have their little circle of friends. They have surrounded the President with yes-men. Yes, Mr. President, we did a poll and everyone agrees with your agenda. All of America wants it. It emboldens him to push for his agenda. Did they poll average America?

But I have to keep my spirits up. Even through the rain. There is a rain of discontent across America. We are waking up. Am I helping? Is anyone out there? Sometimes I feel as though I'm screaming inches away from a brick wall, instead of on the Ramparts. But it's like the story where God asked the man to push against the rock. He pushed and pushed and it never moved. Days went by which turned into weeks, which turned into months, which turned into years. He got discouraged, but he never stopped pushing. I don't remember what happened in the story, if something happened that his strength was tested, but it came about that the rock didn't need to be moved, the man needed to be strong. He asked God, why did you need me to move the rock? I tried with all my might and it never moved. God answered, I never asked you to MOVE it, I asked you to push against it.

I'm doing what I feel I've been asked to do. I wasn't told anyone would hear me, just that I should write. I'm doing that. I sure wish I could convince someone, or wake up someone, because writing alone won't save America.

I've said it before, I didn't fight for America in the Navy, tracking submarines in the cold war and making sure they didn't get too close to our coastline, to watch it become a socialist nation. We watched Russia fall. Is our generation going to get to watch America fall?

In Our Darkest Hour

This was posted late last year, but I want to post it fresh here on my new blog. It originally was posted on asamom.org by me, as my original work.

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Do you know how one sentence from a sermon can resonate with you? Well, that happened with me yesterday. Let me explain. Our sermon was on the prodigal son. The title was, "What is God Really Like?" Our pastor wanted to concentrate on aspects of the father in the story, not the returning son. The sentence that hit me was, God will be in the dark places with us.

I am a believer in the fact that things happen for a reason. I have had some bad things happen in my past, but I would not trade them for anything. They have made me who I am. If time travel were possible, I would not go back and change one single thing. I have been molested as a child. My abuser was not jailed until I was in my early 40's, and it was not for molestation but for transporting child pornography across state lines. I'm not sure they even know about the molestation. No one knows but my friends and family, and I didn't tell anyone until I was a young adult. I know that Jesus held me through those days. I know what God smells like, and feels like.

I've almost died, having a high fever of 107.9. I've almost walked off a mountain when I was three. I've almost drowned. I've been called on the phone by Ted Bundy (yes, you read that right). I learned about the identity of the caller upon hearing his voice when he was about to be executed. My mom heard the voice and agreed because she was in on the original call. It's not a voice you would forget. I've been diagnosed with stage IV breast cancer, and God got me through it, to be down graded to stage III.

Now, you may be wondering what this has to do with our nation. Our nation is about to go through some dark times. I know that I've been through dark times, though they may not compare with what's ahead. I know that my dark times may not even compare with stories of others' dark times. But I know one thing. I also have a history of God holding my hand through the storms. If the Bible has taught me nothing else, it is that God is the same then, and now, and forever. If he held me as a 5 year old being molested, and got me through that when I was, by human standards, alone in a basement, He will hold me as a 45 year old with a nation of other moms behind me. If he held me above the water long enough for my aunt to reach me so I wouldn't drown, he will hold me with other veterans standing with me as I fight for my nation's freedoms. If he gave me the strength and wisdom as a 15 year old to tell Ted Bundy I didn't want to meet him in a warehouse, he will give me the courage to blog and stand against my Democrat family and be the only Republican who sees what's going on and risk being called the crazy one. I want to be wrong, and be called the crazy one. I don't want my aunt to lose her 23 acres because Obama doesn't want private land ownership. I don't want my cousin to be told where to be a nurse because he took a government grant, because I was right and my mom told me I was seeing black helicopters.

If you don't have that faith, if you don't have that background of faithfulness, you can look to the consistency of those like me. There are other stories like mine. If you look to your own life, you can see small miracles in your own past. Look deep. My son was born with a whole in his heart so big he didn't have a murmur. The didn't know if he was going to live 2 days, 2 weeks or 2 months. He'll be 20 in May. I've been through dark times, and I've survived. So will this nation.

In My Darkest Hour
By Lori Smith

In my darkest hour
You were there to weep with me.
In my darkest hour
You were there to sleep near me.

You sent your dear angels
To comfort me and hold me.
You gathered the forces through prayer
And gave them the words they told me.
As they prayed over me,
I felt You wrap Your arms around me.
As they tarried, though they could have left,
I felt Your love and care surround me.

In my darkest hour
You were there to weep with me.
In my darkest hour
You were there to sleep near me.

I felt Your presence through
Those You rallied and sent to me.
I realized all the time I have,
Is only the time that You have lent to me.
I take comfort in knowing
That all things will work for Your Glory.
I don’t ask to know the details,
For You've already told me the end of the story.

In my darkest hour
You were there to weep with me.
In my darkest hour
You were there to sleep near me.