We will never forgive you for stealing four years of our lives! You created 4 years of misery for people guilty of nothing but being born poor! They did nothing wrong, but you didn’t give a damn about the millions that were unlucky enough not to be born with a silver spoon in their mouths. We did not ask for or want charity; we only wanted the chance to make our lives better than our parents. How could you be so small-minded as to hate the former President for being black, brilliant, and a moral man? I understand your jealousy of someone who had an easy road to success even though he worked hard to succeed. We have all felt that green-eyed monster sitting on our shoulders, whispering in our ears. We have heard it screaming vile invectives in our ears! “How it is fair for that person to have everything, and I have nothing.” You did have something, didn’t you? Dear Daddy gave you a million dollars, frittered away. How could someone NOT make a Casino a success? The one business that is guaranteed to make piles of dough! Did you enjoy being adored by shallow, wealthy, greedy old white men? Did you really think that those uber-wealthy individuals needed more money? Nor did you? Did you think they would be forever grateful to you for the massive tax cut?? Well, I am here to tell you they won’t! They will throw you in the trash like yesterday’s newspaper when you are useless to them. The time will come when the world will be laughing at you and your downfall. You may very well “get even” with some of those that hurt your little feelings! But in the end, your generosity to the “chosen few” will be rewarded with contempt! Not one of them will reach down when you are lying in the gutter and give you a hand. They will spit in your face and walk over and on you to get to the next person who will flatter their ego and pad their pocket! Sound familiar? They didn’t love you then and won’t love you when you are yesterday’s news! They will make fun of you, just like you made fun of the “Lesser humans!” All those who fawn over your golden image will drop you like a hot potato the minute you cannot help them step up the ladder or fly to the moon! And the rest of us will not feel even somewhat sorry for you! My mother used to say, “You reap what you sow!” You should listen to her; she would have boxed your ears, even better, taken you by your shirt collar and marched you out to the woodshed! I read somewhere that you should be nice to the people you meet climbing up the ladder of success because you may have to kiss their ass’s on the swift fall back down. So, “Pucker up, buttercup!” You’d better hope the ghosts of the thousands of people who died of COVID-19 for lack of adequate medicine and prevention don’t decide to visit you some Christmas Eve to remind you of their suffering. You just might get your just desserts! Keep in mind, no matter how many stumbling blocks you set up when we get inside that voting booth, we can choose any way we want, and you will not stop us! Remember 2020!
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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