Well, I knew I would eventually figure it out. I've been pondering the verbal attack I endured that sent me into the Post Traumatic Stress Disorder event. I told you the nature of the beast is to go over and over and over the "conversation," or in this case the written message that she sent me. Even though I deleted it, and haven't been back to that site, it's been running through my mind on a loop, like a video tape.
I considered the poor etiquette of posting her comment into a blog of it's own .... wasn't what did it. It made me mad at first that she diss'd my military service, but that wasn't what threw me into PTSD. She made the comment the first time she reamed me out that "they" always tell every one to demonstrate with a 50 ft "don't tread on me" flag. Who are they to "tell everyone" anyway? Are they setting themselves up as dictators of the Tea Party movement? Did they self-impose a dictatorship upon every one else? Isn't that what we're fighting?
Isn't that exactly what Glenn Beck warned us about? Someone would try to take the horns of this movement and steer it for their own purposes. Well, I think I got a taste of that. I just got told to sit down and shut up, by someone on my side. Excuse me, I'm an American. I don't take kindly to that.
You see, there stems my Post Traumatic Stress. It's not military related. About now, if she reads this, she'll lay into an attack and say I'm trivializing PTSD. I had a very good friend about 16 years ago during my first attack of PTSD, when all my repressed memories first started coming forward, who taught me about this. He was from Viet Nam. I was the only person besides a fellow friend who was a police officer who could talk him down from his episodes. We were very close, I'd say as close as 2 people could be and not be lovers. If it weren't for him, I'd have thought I was having a bad acid trip. He never once told me I wasn't a real veteran because I didn't serve in Viet Nam. I'm sorry I wasn't born until 1963. I got into the Navy as soon as I could. The cold war was on when I got in, not an armed conflict. What was I supposed to do? Start one? I had the privilege of serving during the presidency of Ronald Reagan.
My PTSD comes from childhood abuse; from a manipulative, user and control freak. My warning to everyone else is to watch for people who would try to take this movement and use it for their own selfish gain. It's like Glenn said, this is not really a "movement." We as the American People are upset with the government and want to be heard. Anyone who wants to really turn it into a movement, and want to lead it, are really turning it into something because they want something. We want to change it BACK into what it used to be. They want fame. Remember what she said...."we always tell people to do it this way...." And who are you to tell people to do anything? I'm a veteran, I know how to treat my flag. I'm an American citizen, I know how to act, I don't need a parent to tell me what to do, even in a "movement," such as the tea party movement. If you think you need to tell me what to do, that makes you no better than big brother Obama and the socialist government who wanted to take our guns for our own good, take our booze, for our own good. If someone has a problem with my free speech, he can move to Europe.
Lori Ann Smith
I fight for Freedom how I dang please and if you don't like it, leave.
Showing posts with label military. Show all posts
Showing posts with label military. Show all posts
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Military Views
I've been open about my military experience. I was in the United States Navy from 1984 through 1988. It's been a while. I was an Ocean System Technician, Analyst. The rate doesn't exist anymore. My husband was in the Navy between 1981 through 2001. He was an Engineman. I only got to the rank of E-4. I PNA'd E-5 by .23 points. That's passed but not advanced. That means I passed the test to advance in rank, but enough other people also passed the test that they looked at the brownie points, how their superiors rated them, and I didn't rate as well as everyone else did. You see, I could do my job really well, but I didn't play the political game as well as everyone else did. Can you imagine that, knowing me now? There was one ribbon that I won, but wasn't allowed to wear because I wasn't a mobile unit that had I been allowed to actually wear it, I would have been advanced to E-5. I don't remember what it was now....my memory isn't as good as it once was. Would that have made a difference in me staying in? Probably not. You see, the OTA rate was full of prima donas.
Let me explain that statement. I was listening to my rate complain about barracks furniture not being up to their standards, while I dated a man telling me stories about hot racking it. Hot racking it is when 4 men are assigned to 3 beds. You have to wake up the person relieving you, so you have somewhere to sleep. You either change the sheets, or sleep in the same sheets he got out of. As a woman......ICKKKK. They were prima donas. I had originally tried to come into the Navy as a photographer. I tested too high, so they tried to put me into a highly technical rate. They said had I been male, I would have gone into a nuclear rate. That's not conceit, that's the Navy trying to push the highly technical rates. I thought I was going into an electronic rate....which had a civilian equivalant. But the month before I went in, they split the rate into those who analyzed the data, and those who worked on the equipment. I analyzed the data. No civilian equivalant.
So, after 3 years of high stress, I decided to cross rate to photographer. My dad had already taught me how to develop black and white film. I researched it and it was not required that I go to A-school. All I had to do was get my PARS signed off and do the training. I approached my Chief and asked him. He said he would not support that decision. I went to the other base ON MY OWN TIME and got everything signed off. I brought everything to him. I explained to him that it wasn't A-school required, that all I had to do was take the Photographer 3rd class exam (PH3) test and I could laterally convert. Instead of being an OTA3, I would be a PH3. He told me he had pulled strings with people he knew in Washington, D.C. and it was A-school required FOR ME. And the first opening wasn't available for 14 months. I had 12 months left on my enlistment. Or something to that effect. Whatever it was, it would require an extension on my enlistment.
I loved the Navy. I was what they called a lifer. I would have stayed in for at least 20 years, had they let me. I told them I would extend my enlistment if they put in that they would guarentee that I would have adminstrative duties for that entire time, they would keep me off the floor. They said they couldn't do that. I got out.
While I was in the Navy, I had a friend that was gay. Now you know where this article is really going. She was a really nice lady, mostly. She was enlisted. She mostly left me alone, but I considered us friends. She knew I was straight. She told me one time that most women in the military that were gay liked to bend straight women. It was more of a challenge than dating already gay women. She did just that. She dated a previously straight officer. The enlisted woman ended up getting put out of the military, while the officer claimed that she was blackmailed into the relationship, and got off scott free....no charges. I knew my friend. I don't think there was blackmail, maybe coercion, but not blackmail. There might have been remorse on the part of the officer, so what? A reason to destory another person's career?
That said, this was a time of don't ask, don't tell. I knew she was, she knew I knew, we didn't discuss it very often. I didn't have to stay in the same barracks room with her so it didn't matter to me. She had a desk right next to mine, but that was as close as we got. We sometimes socialized, but we were friends, like having a male friend. But if you think it was all quiet back then, you've been under a rock. We had women openly dancing together in the enlisted club and kissing. This was in the mid-1980's. Now you couldn't be a man and openly gay, but it was nothing to be a woman and openly gay. If you were a man on a ship and it was found out you were gay, you got thrown overboard. I asked one time why that was. Why didn't the women get thrown out? Why was it so prevailant? I was told, discretely, that there were too many women high up that were gay.
My opinion is that I would rather share a barracks room with a man than a gay woman. After hearing from my friend (and remember, I'm not a homophobe...I considered her a friend) that it was a sort of hobby of her and her friends to bend straight women. They considered it a challenge. If you lived in the same room, would they take no for an answer today? This was 25 years ago. Times were much different 25 years ago. What do you do now, when someone makes a pass at you in your own room? Can you imagine the stress that's gonna put on our military? Now they not only have to worry about the enemy, but friends. And what if they don't take the advances....I've lived with an abuser, it's not any fun. As a matter of fact it was so stressful on me, it caused me to develop epilepsy. Can we put as much stress on our soldiers and sailors as possible?
I believe this is another step at demoralization of our country. You can see the video that was uncovered by someone on asamom.org that I posted at the top of my blog. It's a former KGB agent telling how it would happen (since it was filmed possible around 1986 - it's not dated) when it comes. He said that if America falls, we won't have anywhere to defect to. He also said that if people think they want a Marxist-Leninist utopia and they bring about the fall of America, they will become disillusioned when they don't get that utopia and join the desentors. That's when the people pulling their strings (in our case I suppose that would be China) would swoop in and eliminate them. His words, not mine.
Demoralizing, sort of like pushing the gay agenda? I think you need to take a look at the morals of other nations. One of the arguments for giving up control of the internet is that America lets too much garbage on it. They say our free speech lets on too much triple x stuff, and if they had control, they would censor that off. China and most other countries haven't suffered that "moral decline." So, when America falls, and China swoops in to take over, do you think the gays will have any rights? No. So, who are the far let trying to please? They aren't pleasing me. Are they pleasing you? Are these your values? What is the numbers in America that is gay? Why are we pandering to 1.51% of the population (according to a "broad-based coalition of gay rights organizations and homosexual advocacy groups." And this includes gay, lesbian and bi-sexual. Have to admit it doesn't include transgender. Oh, just found another .7% for gay men as a separate catagory, and lesbians as .32%. This was found on http://www.adherents.com/adh_dem.html. We are going to let 2.53% of the population let our morals go down the tubes, and threaten the security of our military?
Now I'm all for free speech, and letting them have their say. I fought for that. But when 2.53% of the population of America starts to determine policy? That's not a Republic....that's a Banana Republic.
Let me explain that statement. I was listening to my rate complain about barracks furniture not being up to their standards, while I dated a man telling me stories about hot racking it. Hot racking it is when 4 men are assigned to 3 beds. You have to wake up the person relieving you, so you have somewhere to sleep. You either change the sheets, or sleep in the same sheets he got out of. As a woman......ICKKKK. They were prima donas. I had originally tried to come into the Navy as a photographer. I tested too high, so they tried to put me into a highly technical rate. They said had I been male, I would have gone into a nuclear rate. That's not conceit, that's the Navy trying to push the highly technical rates. I thought I was going into an electronic rate....which had a civilian equivalant. But the month before I went in, they split the rate into those who analyzed the data, and those who worked on the equipment. I analyzed the data. No civilian equivalant.
So, after 3 years of high stress, I decided to cross rate to photographer. My dad had already taught me how to develop black and white film. I researched it and it was not required that I go to A-school. All I had to do was get my PARS signed off and do the training. I approached my Chief and asked him. He said he would not support that decision. I went to the other base ON MY OWN TIME and got everything signed off. I brought everything to him. I explained to him that it wasn't A-school required, that all I had to do was take the Photographer 3rd class exam (PH3) test and I could laterally convert. Instead of being an OTA3, I would be a PH3. He told me he had pulled strings with people he knew in Washington, D.C. and it was A-school required FOR ME. And the first opening wasn't available for 14 months. I had 12 months left on my enlistment. Or something to that effect. Whatever it was, it would require an extension on my enlistment.
I loved the Navy. I was what they called a lifer. I would have stayed in for at least 20 years, had they let me. I told them I would extend my enlistment if they put in that they would guarentee that I would have adminstrative duties for that entire time, they would keep me off the floor. They said they couldn't do that. I got out.
While I was in the Navy, I had a friend that was gay. Now you know where this article is really going. She was a really nice lady, mostly. She was enlisted. She mostly left me alone, but I considered us friends. She knew I was straight. She told me one time that most women in the military that were gay liked to bend straight women. It was more of a challenge than dating already gay women. She did just that. She dated a previously straight officer. The enlisted woman ended up getting put out of the military, while the officer claimed that she was blackmailed into the relationship, and got off scott free....no charges. I knew my friend. I don't think there was blackmail, maybe coercion, but not blackmail. There might have been remorse on the part of the officer, so what? A reason to destory another person's career?
That said, this was a time of don't ask, don't tell. I knew she was, she knew I knew, we didn't discuss it very often. I didn't have to stay in the same barracks room with her so it didn't matter to me. She had a desk right next to mine, but that was as close as we got. We sometimes socialized, but we were friends, like having a male friend. But if you think it was all quiet back then, you've been under a rock. We had women openly dancing together in the enlisted club and kissing. This was in the mid-1980's. Now you couldn't be a man and openly gay, but it was nothing to be a woman and openly gay. If you were a man on a ship and it was found out you were gay, you got thrown overboard. I asked one time why that was. Why didn't the women get thrown out? Why was it so prevailant? I was told, discretely, that there were too many women high up that were gay.
My opinion is that I would rather share a barracks room with a man than a gay woman. After hearing from my friend (and remember, I'm not a homophobe...I considered her a friend) that it was a sort of hobby of her and her friends to bend straight women. They considered it a challenge. If you lived in the same room, would they take no for an answer today? This was 25 years ago. Times were much different 25 years ago. What do you do now, when someone makes a pass at you in your own room? Can you imagine the stress that's gonna put on our military? Now they not only have to worry about the enemy, but friends. And what if they don't take the advances....I've lived with an abuser, it's not any fun. As a matter of fact it was so stressful on me, it caused me to develop epilepsy. Can we put as much stress on our soldiers and sailors as possible?
I believe this is another step at demoralization of our country. You can see the video that was uncovered by someone on asamom.org that I posted at the top of my blog. It's a former KGB agent telling how it would happen (since it was filmed possible around 1986 - it's not dated) when it comes. He said that if America falls, we won't have anywhere to defect to. He also said that if people think they want a Marxist-Leninist utopia and they bring about the fall of America, they will become disillusioned when they don't get that utopia and join the desentors. That's when the people pulling their strings (in our case I suppose that would be China) would swoop in and eliminate them. His words, not mine.
Demoralizing, sort of like pushing the gay agenda? I think you need to take a look at the morals of other nations. One of the arguments for giving up control of the internet is that America lets too much garbage on it. They say our free speech lets on too much triple x stuff, and if they had control, they would censor that off. China and most other countries haven't suffered that "moral decline." So, when America falls, and China swoops in to take over, do you think the gays will have any rights? No. So, who are the far let trying to please? They aren't pleasing me. Are they pleasing you? Are these your values? What is the numbers in America that is gay? Why are we pandering to 1.51% of the population (according to a "broad-based coalition of gay rights organizations and homosexual advocacy groups." And this includes gay, lesbian and bi-sexual. Have to admit it doesn't include transgender. Oh, just found another .7% for gay men as a separate catagory, and lesbians as .32%. This was found on http://www.adherents.com/adh_dem.html. We are going to let 2.53% of the population let our morals go down the tubes, and threaten the security of our military?
Now I'm all for free speech, and letting them have their say. I fought for that. But when 2.53% of the population of America starts to determine policy? That's not a Republic....that's a Banana Republic.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Life As An American, Mr. President
This was originally posted on January 26, 2010, on another forum that I belong to, but still by me. I am reposting it here, authenticating it as my original work. As you read, remember, it was the eve of the State of the Union Address. And it is documented that this was published before the speech, and not today, on both Asamom.org and ProudtobeaMom.com.
Life as an American, Mr. President
On the eve of the Presidential State of the Union Address, I feel compelled to explain to the President what it's like to be an American. I feel as if I am a typical American; me and all my sisters and the few brothers who accompany me on my web sites who blog. I don't know their experiences, but I am sure they echo my own, and mine are all I can write of, so here I go.
I was raised in a small town by Democrats. Yes, Democrats actually love their country, and have served their country in the military and died for their country in that service. In that respect, Mr. President, you have over-played your hand. You have shown your socialist colors. We know you're about to turn and eat your Democrat party that you have invaded. It has gotten to the point that my parents are now claiming to be Independents. My extended family is still Democrats. They're still proud Democrats, maybe because they still hold to the belief that you are a Democrat and could never destroy America, because no good Democrat ever would.
My parents instilled in me a sense of work ethic that has stuck with me. A job worth doing, is a job worth doing well. If you can't do it right, don't do it at all. My grandpa on my Dad's side made his own knives and jewelry out of scrap steel. My dad was born during the depression, in 1932. Grandpa worked in the shipyards in New Orleans, LA., at one time, not sure of the timing there. I believe Dad was 3 years old. Dad was an only child. Mom was the oldest of 7.
I didn't have name brand clothes, and it never bothered me. Mom told me she would buy me a name brand if I wanted, but it would mean one pair, as opposed to 3 pair of this other brand. I was a practical person. We shopped for clothes once a year, right before the school year. Mom always made sure we had clothes for school. Looking back, I'm not sure she bought herself new clothes. She sewed, and she mended a lot of things. I learned to alter things to make them fit better. I had a small waist and got hips for my 12th birthday.....I learned to alter things at an early age, too.
My favorite Christmas was when my Dad was on strike. Now this is gonna blow you away, Mr. President. I was about 3 years old. Dad was worried that he wasn't going to be able to buy me and my brother presents. He was on strike, I blame the unions. He was only getting what little they pay you for walking a picket line. He had a very part time job at a Phillips 66 station. The Phillips 66 station gave him 2 tanker trucks for free. He wrapped them up and put them under the tree with a couple other things. I have a picture of me holding my dolly and sitting on that truck. If it weren't for the picture, I wouldn't remember the dolly. I remember that truck.
The plant folded after that, and Dad went to work for Procter and Gamble. They aren't union. They pay better than unions in order to keep the unions out. Unions strong arm people.
I don't ever remember going without, unless you count the fact that I didn't get my pony. But we lived on the edge of town, and across the county road was a farm. They had a pony, and I just adopted him. So, in a way, I did get my pony. I had a friend who had the Barbi Dream House. I wanted one so bad, so I put it on my wish list for my birthday. Mom checked it out. She told me years later it was too expensive. She found a Barbi Campout, and it was cheaper. She thought I'd like it better, since I went camping with my grandparents all the time. She was right. I was thrilled. No one I knew had a Barbi Campout. I felt special.
I went to a "town" school up until the second grade. That's when we moved out into the country. I moved in the middle of the second grade. I was teased incessantly. There wasn't anyone to stop the teasing. We didn't have someone to say it "bruised our egos" and it shouldn't go on. I turned out just fine. I wear glasses, got called 4-eyes. I wore braces and got called tin-grin. My mom fixed up my hair and teased it for picture day, and got called hair-spray. When I got excited on the bus, my voice would get so high-pitched only dogs could hear it....they called me squeaker. I was skinny, got teased for that. I was smart, got teased for that. Teachers like smart kids, got called teacher's pet. I learned by the time I decided to date, that if I pretended I had no common sense, the boys wouldn't mind because a smart girl with no common sense was acceptable. Otherwise, boys don't date girls that are smarter than them, unless they have a test coming up. So why, Mr. President, do you want to legislate behavior? A whole generation went through teasing and isn't worse for the wear. Were you teased, and it did affect you? Maybe you didn't have the benefit of loving parents telling you it was ok? Maybe that's the difference. If you have parents steeped in communism and hate, I guess it's different.
After high school, I decided the best I could do was more school. I was good at that, so I got a scholarship and continued my education. I had a major in Art, emphasis in commercial art with a minor in photo-journalism. I really wanted to be a photo-journalist. But after a year I dropped out and joined the Navy. I tried to come in as a photographer. Wouldn't that have been grand? Instead, I went in as an Ocean System Technician, Analyst. How ironic. You're a communist, and I was tracking Russian submarines, and fighting communism....hmmm. My husband tells me I was on the the tip of the spear, but it was just a job to me. You see, I had to fill out a form answering questions like, do you know any communists? Does your family know any communists? Have you ever been a member of a communist party? Have you ever attended a rally for communists? I believe they even asked if I had been to a communist country, but I don't remember for sure on that one. It has been 26 years. I wouldn't have been granted my secret clearance had I answered yes to those questions. How did you get your secret clearance, Mr. President?
Through the eyes of the military, I became a Republican. It's also where I met my husband. I've been married for 21 years now. It's been a bit bumpy, but aren't all marriages? He's been into politics the whole marriage. I haven't. You know what got me into politics? We have a son with Down Syndrome. I read the health care bill. I can read the writing on the wall. I know what's in store for him with this bill. I know down the road, health care will be rationed and he'll fall through the cracks. He'll be deemed not a contributing member of society. You know what? If it weren't for that boy, and his unconditional love, I wouldn't have found Christ myself. Of course, I guess in your book, that's probably a reason in and of itself to get rid of him. Did you know, even as much bad as he hears about you, he asks for prayer for you most times we sit around our supper table? His heart is huge.
And you, Mr. President want to politicize a tragedy in Haiti. You are such a narcissist that you believe that the only way people will give is if you get involved. Do you think all of us have our heads buried and won't look up from our stuff unless you tell us to? I didn't catch the exact statistics on how much America gave, but it staggered my mind, considering we are in a recession, and it was out of our abundance. I didn't know we had any abundance. I know I don't. I just had to pay $619 for a hot water heater (when it was covered by the home warranty) that I didn't have. That's what the home warranty didn't cover. That's thanks to unions changing code over the last 7 years. Unions are strangling America, not helping. And you're in bed with them.
So, Mr. President, I just wanted to give you a picture of what an average American is like. We are involved in the daily care of our children. We try to raise them to be honest, hard working, contributing members of society. We have to take care of our houses, fix the things that break. We buy home warranties, and expect them to work. We don't really expect the unions to go behind us and change the rules on us, like changing code, so it's an uphill battle. We don't expect huge corporations to buy up every aspect of something, like the person who inspects our home, warranties our home, sprays for our bugs, puts in our water softener, tends our grass, supplies our food, sells our home improvement supplies, or the construction supplies and electrical stuff to the construction people; in other words has a monopoly on the market. And then have you stand up and say you're going to get rid of all big corporations - except them because they donate to you. I'm talking about Clayton, Dubilier and Rice. Research them. They own everything, but they're ok fat cats, because they donate to the socialist party...oops I mean Democratic party agenda.
Can you hear me now?
Lori Ann Smith
I stand for freedom, until they knock me down and I can stand no more
If you agree with this, pass it along to any and all who will listen
Life as an American, Mr. President
On the eve of the Presidential State of the Union Address, I feel compelled to explain to the President what it's like to be an American. I feel as if I am a typical American; me and all my sisters and the few brothers who accompany me on my web sites who blog. I don't know their experiences, but I am sure they echo my own, and mine are all I can write of, so here I go.
I was raised in a small town by Democrats. Yes, Democrats actually love their country, and have served their country in the military and died for their country in that service. In that respect, Mr. President, you have over-played your hand. You have shown your socialist colors. We know you're about to turn and eat your Democrat party that you have invaded. It has gotten to the point that my parents are now claiming to be Independents. My extended family is still Democrats. They're still proud Democrats, maybe because they still hold to the belief that you are a Democrat and could never destroy America, because no good Democrat ever would.
My parents instilled in me a sense of work ethic that has stuck with me. A job worth doing, is a job worth doing well. If you can't do it right, don't do it at all. My grandpa on my Dad's side made his own knives and jewelry out of scrap steel. My dad was born during the depression, in 1932. Grandpa worked in the shipyards in New Orleans, LA., at one time, not sure of the timing there. I believe Dad was 3 years old. Dad was an only child. Mom was the oldest of 7.
I didn't have name brand clothes, and it never bothered me. Mom told me she would buy me a name brand if I wanted, but it would mean one pair, as opposed to 3 pair of this other brand. I was a practical person. We shopped for clothes once a year, right before the school year. Mom always made sure we had clothes for school. Looking back, I'm not sure she bought herself new clothes. She sewed, and she mended a lot of things. I learned to alter things to make them fit better. I had a small waist and got hips for my 12th birthday.....I learned to alter things at an early age, too.
My favorite Christmas was when my Dad was on strike. Now this is gonna blow you away, Mr. President. I was about 3 years old. Dad was worried that he wasn't going to be able to buy me and my brother presents. He was on strike, I blame the unions. He was only getting what little they pay you for walking a picket line. He had a very part time job at a Phillips 66 station. The Phillips 66 station gave him 2 tanker trucks for free. He wrapped them up and put them under the tree with a couple other things. I have a picture of me holding my dolly and sitting on that truck. If it weren't for the picture, I wouldn't remember the dolly. I remember that truck.
The plant folded after that, and Dad went to work for Procter and Gamble. They aren't union. They pay better than unions in order to keep the unions out. Unions strong arm people.
I don't ever remember going without, unless you count the fact that I didn't get my pony. But we lived on the edge of town, and across the county road was a farm. They had a pony, and I just adopted him. So, in a way, I did get my pony. I had a friend who had the Barbi Dream House. I wanted one so bad, so I put it on my wish list for my birthday. Mom checked it out. She told me years later it was too expensive. She found a Barbi Campout, and it was cheaper. She thought I'd like it better, since I went camping with my grandparents all the time. She was right. I was thrilled. No one I knew had a Barbi Campout. I felt special.
I went to a "town" school up until the second grade. That's when we moved out into the country. I moved in the middle of the second grade. I was teased incessantly. There wasn't anyone to stop the teasing. We didn't have someone to say it "bruised our egos" and it shouldn't go on. I turned out just fine. I wear glasses, got called 4-eyes. I wore braces and got called tin-grin. My mom fixed up my hair and teased it for picture day, and got called hair-spray. When I got excited on the bus, my voice would get so high-pitched only dogs could hear it....they called me squeaker. I was skinny, got teased for that. I was smart, got teased for that. Teachers like smart kids, got called teacher's pet. I learned by the time I decided to date, that if I pretended I had no common sense, the boys wouldn't mind because a smart girl with no common sense was acceptable. Otherwise, boys don't date girls that are smarter than them, unless they have a test coming up. So why, Mr. President, do you want to legislate behavior? A whole generation went through teasing and isn't worse for the wear. Were you teased, and it did affect you? Maybe you didn't have the benefit of loving parents telling you it was ok? Maybe that's the difference. If you have parents steeped in communism and hate, I guess it's different.
After high school, I decided the best I could do was more school. I was good at that, so I got a scholarship and continued my education. I had a major in Art, emphasis in commercial art with a minor in photo-journalism. I really wanted to be a photo-journalist. But after a year I dropped out and joined the Navy. I tried to come in as a photographer. Wouldn't that have been grand? Instead, I went in as an Ocean System Technician, Analyst. How ironic. You're a communist, and I was tracking Russian submarines, and fighting communism....hmmm. My husband tells me I was on the the tip of the spear, but it was just a job to me. You see, I had to fill out a form answering questions like, do you know any communists? Does your family know any communists? Have you ever been a member of a communist party? Have you ever attended a rally for communists? I believe they even asked if I had been to a communist country, but I don't remember for sure on that one. It has been 26 years. I wouldn't have been granted my secret clearance had I answered yes to those questions. How did you get your secret clearance, Mr. President?
Through the eyes of the military, I became a Republican. It's also where I met my husband. I've been married for 21 years now. It's been a bit bumpy, but aren't all marriages? He's been into politics the whole marriage. I haven't. You know what got me into politics? We have a son with Down Syndrome. I read the health care bill. I can read the writing on the wall. I know what's in store for him with this bill. I know down the road, health care will be rationed and he'll fall through the cracks. He'll be deemed not a contributing member of society. You know what? If it weren't for that boy, and his unconditional love, I wouldn't have found Christ myself. Of course, I guess in your book, that's probably a reason in and of itself to get rid of him. Did you know, even as much bad as he hears about you, he asks for prayer for you most times we sit around our supper table? His heart is huge.
And you, Mr. President want to politicize a tragedy in Haiti. You are such a narcissist that you believe that the only way people will give is if you get involved. Do you think all of us have our heads buried and won't look up from our stuff unless you tell us to? I didn't catch the exact statistics on how much America gave, but it staggered my mind, considering we are in a recession, and it was out of our abundance. I didn't know we had any abundance. I know I don't. I just had to pay $619 for a hot water heater (when it was covered by the home warranty) that I didn't have. That's what the home warranty didn't cover. That's thanks to unions changing code over the last 7 years. Unions are strangling America, not helping. And you're in bed with them.
So, Mr. President, I just wanted to give you a picture of what an average American is like. We are involved in the daily care of our children. We try to raise them to be honest, hard working, contributing members of society. We have to take care of our houses, fix the things that break. We buy home warranties, and expect them to work. We don't really expect the unions to go behind us and change the rules on us, like changing code, so it's an uphill battle. We don't expect huge corporations to buy up every aspect of something, like the person who inspects our home, warranties our home, sprays for our bugs, puts in our water softener, tends our grass, supplies our food, sells our home improvement supplies, or the construction supplies and electrical stuff to the construction people; in other words has a monopoly on the market. And then have you stand up and say you're going to get rid of all big corporations - except them because they donate to you. I'm talking about Clayton, Dubilier and Rice. Research them. They own everything, but they're ok fat cats, because they donate to the socialist party...oops I mean Democratic party agenda.
Can you hear me now?
Lori Ann Smith
I stand for freedom, until they knock me down and I can stand no more
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