Why I’m unsubscribing from Democrats’ emails! I would love to read about how the polls are stacking up, who did the poll when it was done, and what part of the country or state where it was done. I am disgusted with the language used to try to convince me to donate and how much I should donate to EVERY democrat that is running in every part of this state and the country. Another thing that really pisses me off big time is the mythical HAMMER that everybody and their brother or sister is dropping on whoever! I would love to know WHEN the damn thing will actually drop! I am tired of hearing that McConnel and McCarthy had just raised $$$$65 billion to make sure that the Repuglicans are elected. I am supposed to give, give, GIVE, and GIVE until it hurts to prevent repuglicans from being elected in droves, and if I don’t, my measly Medicare will be snatched out of my bank account! I have been invited to the Democrats Convention; if I donate so that MAYBE I will be Picked to go and be near Biden Harris! Uh, guys, I know that they will be nominated, and to be honest, I am busy trying to scratch a few extra dollars sewing for people and having yard sales to have the time to go to a loud, chest-pounding convention with a bunch of people I don’t know, and probably will never know! I am not entirely sure they give a damn about me! I am insulted by the rhetoric used to browbeat me into letting loose with my tiny Medicare stipend so that tons of TV ads interrupt my evening and raise my blood pressure. How about some truthful ads??? Show WHY nothing is getting done! How about showing some of the shameful results of what is happening? Get as graphic as the other side, only truthful. I don’t want you to be NICE to politicians, Supreme Court Justices, and turncoats that profess to be “for the people’s rights until they get their ass in a Senate or House seat then vote the exact opposite of what they shouted to get their cushy seat! A seat, by the way, that is almost impossible to get them un-elected. Don’t believe me? What about our favorite ex-president? Impeached twice and indicted, but probably won’t see jail time and MIGHT get elected again. If any of us did the things that were proven that he has done, our ass would be grass! In a heartbeat! Almost nobody looks good in Orange, but he might! Why don’t you hire someone like Dan Rather that can write? Or any other journalist? Please, please give me a logical reason why I should give my hard-earned money to help you do nothing. Tell the truth about what you are going to do with it! How much are you paying for rent on your offices, the salary of the people working there, your printing costs of mailers, etc. And why aren’t you using the emails and the U.S. mail? Do you know something we don’t? I do not need to have you clog my emails with tons of solicitations! Understand the BIG reason I am not donating to all or some of you is that I worked and contributed to Social Insecurity for 50 years, and because some nitwits in Washington thought that because I pee sitting down, my labor was only worth ½ of what the other half that could stand up to pee was getting paid. Hence, I get less than half of what men get, BUT still, I am contributing the SAME amount of Co-pay for Medicare Insurance. I don’t have enough dough to shell out money to a do-nothing congress! Get your “you know what together,” and pass legislature that benefits everyone, not just big corporations! Everyone agreed on the BIG tax breaks for them, but at the same time agreed that the common people should pay income tax on our Social Insecurity!! Good Job! You may see the light at the end of the tunnel, but some of us are sure it is a train!
Why I am unsubscribing!
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Biography Creating worlds, characters, and wielding power like a madwoman, making my characters happy, sad, angry, and some of them with no redeeming qualities. I probably shouldn’t admit this, but I sometimes laugh out loud when I am writing a scene, and I have been known to cry when one of my favorites has to die. I am a left-handed Gemini, what do you expect? Reading bedtime stories to my two children until they fell asleep or until they just told me to go away, was fun. Making up wild stories for my grandchild, and creating Halloween costumes from Cowboys to a Dragon, was another favorite thing to do. I missed that so much when they were grown, that I started writing. My yearly newsletters frequently were drafted third-person by my Love Birds, Miranda our motorhome, and by Sir Fit the White Knight, our faithful Honda. Throughout the years, some of my creative talents centered around writing letters of complaint expressing my displeasure with services or products. One crucial, at least to my Son, was a note to our local school bus driver petitioning her to allow him back on the bus. He was kicked off for making an obscene gesture at his buddy. I reminded her that it was not directed at her, and that “obscenity can be in the eye of the beholder,” kids use that gesture as a greeting. He rode the bus until he graduated. I loved driving my English teacher crazy. Leaving a “continued next week” at the end of my five handwritten pages required each week. He was one of many people that suggested I “do something about my writing.” I graduated from the School of Hard Knocks at the top of my class. After 30 years, in the trenches as a Real Estate Professional, I have found that truth is stranger than fiction. My books are filled with characters I met in that profession. Their names were changed to protect the guilty. Others were from people we met traveling around the country in Miranda, our Motorhome. I am married nearly 60 years to the love of my life, Shirl, and partner-produced two exceptionally talented children, and one grandchild who is our pride and joy. View more posts
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Sorry, but don’t let the door hit you on the ass on the way out! Glad you read it and it made you think!
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