Ultra-right Christians are fundamentalists and they are cruel, intolerant thugs. They twist the Christian faith to align with their need for power and control of the masses exactly like the Taliban. I’m Agnostic and think the only good outcome of organized religion is when parishioners come together to help others less fortunate. Absent …
Ultra-right Christians are fundamentalists and they are cruel, intolerant thugs. They twist the Christian faith to align with their need for power and control of the masses exactly like the Taliban. I’m Agnostic and think the only good outcome of organized religion is when parishioners come together to help others less fortunate. Absent that, I would NEVER want to be governed or controlled based on antiquated view of civilization.
I know other people have said similar things that I'm about to say but, as I lay here re reading and catching up on today's politics, I find myself just needing to repeat this: I have never, never in my life, hated any one person more than I hate trump. I will never put a capital T at the beginning of his name for like others, that deserves respect and that "man" has earned none. Now, I was brought up to never say "hate", I can recall my grandparents saying to me "Carrie, you don't 'hate' that person. Do you understand what it means to truly 'hate?' It means that you essentially wish for that person to die painfully and for all of eternity roast in the fires of hell, your soul forever condemned to being torn to shreds over and over in brutal agnozing horror."
Allow me to back up a few decades. I was born (ill make this quick, lol) in December of 86. I lived on a 37 acre farm with my gran and pop, mom and half sis. Farm work was hard but fun and fulfilling! Good for your soul! I loved it! However, as a child, I was constantly sick with pneumonia, infections, in and out of hospitals. At one years old, i had a HUGE swollen lymph node under my right neck. The doctors at the time thought it was Cat Scratch Fever. Hey, it was the 80s (yes i think of the song too). Fast forward to 97, I started having what we thought was a other bad pneumonia. I spent 2 months in our local hospital where I was not improving but getting worse. Hard to breathe, high temp and just not good. I was transferred to John's Hopkins where a beautifully intelligent doctor whom I owe my life too, discovered I had contracted Aspergillus in my lungs (a fungal infection) and I also had a incredibly rare disease called Chronic Granulomatous Disease. I spent over a year at Hopkins getting better. It wasn't without its trials though. My first 2 weeks there, Dr. Winkelstien (yes, that's his name. Man is my hero), had the unfortunate duty to inform my mother to call in my entire family to say their goodbyes to me. I was THAT bad. I had chest tube's, part of my lung removed, blood transfusions..blah blah.. and I wasn't expected to live through the night. To this day, I will always remember each and every person that came to say their final goodbyes to me. I was 11 years old. My mother did her very best to never cry infront of me. I could hear her in the hallways as Dr. W tried to comfort her. She would hold me, stroke my hair, sing to me, tell stories and I would do or say something funny to make her laugh. Try too anyway. ANYWHO! Obviously I survived through that night and there was many more surgeries after that and not a day goes by that I am not grateful for every, EVERY single doctor, nurse, tech, janitor staff, the pastors, fellow roommates (patients), the hot dog lady across the street (don't eat a fully loaded hotdog the day you get your feeding tube out. Listen to your doctor and just do liquids. Omg. I'll never eat a boiled hotdog with everything on it ever again), my mother, my grandparents, my sister, all my uncles, aunts and cousins. I have an unlimited amount of love in my heart and I am incredibly grateful for the life that was given to me and the people who I have met along the way, and of course, my family. I've had my share of tragedies just like anyone - my pop was killed in an auto accident 1 month after I was married in 08 (My grandfather, Poppy, was my world. Great man. Miss you Pop!) My cousin (who was my 1st best friend) Jordan, entered the Marines and on his 2nd tour was shot and killed in the Helmand Province of Afghanistan (Forever, my hero. When i see you next - i still demand answers for why you thought it was a brilliant idea to stash glitter in my ac vents in my car.. that shit is still coming out! ..and i think of you every time. You big ass. I love ya! He was killed just one day shy of a year after Pop.
I went on to work in Healthcare for 18 years until of late when my disease has decided to rear its ugly head again and it's back to torturing the poor (incredible) nurses and doctors, lol. But all is well, I'm a work in progress. Arnt we all? But still I am so blessed with my families love. I am married with 2 beautiful children. I know all parents say their kids are smart and beautiful but please, allow me this one - mine are incredible! I even shocked myself with my offspring. 😉 (they get their smarts from their handsome daddy. I'll give him that).
Anyway, I suppose I did say I wouldn't make this part long... although, I did feel it was somewhat important to give you a backstory of my life to know how much "hate" has never been in my vocabulary. Just the opposite. I have indeed had an incredible amount of LOVE and support. I give endless amounts of support and love in return. Hey, it's free! And I generally love making people laugh and being there for them. I may not always know what to say but...I've been told I have a pretty comfy shoulder if needed. So..here comes my internal conflict...
I find myself frustrated because I truly, with my soul have never "hated" any one person - until now. I absolutely without a shred of a doubt... hate trump, vance, musk, johnson, mtg, miller, the corrupt maga judges, ALL of them. I know it is not my place to judge. I know it is wrong to be filled with such hatred. I can't help but feel this way. These people are literally the opposite to everything that is good and decent to not only how I was raised but how I'm raising my children. Does any one else feel this way? I wish I could say I feel regret for these feelings but I don't. They are horrid people. End of story. Peroid. Finito. I absolutely cannot stand them.
Sorry Granny and Pop, Jordan & my dear Momma (who just had a double bypass surgery but is such a fighter she may be coming home tomorrow! Woo!!) - I hope you will forgive me but i can honestly say, without a shred of doubt, I, HATE donald j. trump! I am disgusted by their treatment of Zelensky and the Ukrainian people, the mistreatment of Canadians, Mexicans, Greenland, Panama, Gaza... pretty much everyone except for the dictatorships they worship. I truly, truly hope the rest of the world can see that most of us do not tolerate this horribleness and that we do support and stand with them, not against them! It literally makes me sick to my stomach that all this is happening and these so called "leaders" are saying and doing these things without a shred of empathy or compassion. Where are their souls?!
If you took the time to read this - you must be exhausted. Or just really bored. Either way, thanks for hanging in there with me. Like you - I'm only human. But the people that are in the Whitehouse currently representing us - I am convinced, are not. For they truly do not know what it is like to truly, unconditionally love and be loved. If they did - we wouldn't be having this conversation and you wouldn't still be reading the ramblings of a soon to be 39yr old mother of 2. A mom, a daughter, a wife, a woman who loves her new vacuum, whose name may be a number to them but if you recall, is Carrie.
Bless you all and I wish you and your families nothing but happiness and love!
If there is one thing I've truly learned - do not ever let the sun set on your anger (that's granny's. She also liked to say "the tongue is like a tube of toothpaste. Once you say it, you cant take it back." Sorry, i digress..) To tell someone just how much they mean to you, how much you value and love them because you never know know, one day you may be on a ventilator hearing your folks say goodbye, be in a car accident, shot down in war or step on a Lego that you've asked your kids a thousand times to pick up and end up falling down the stairs.. just sayin - it's probably happened...
So be safe all and even throughout all my frustrations over feeling this undeniable hatred, I hope, I HOPE we ALL have enough LOVE and goodwill to overcome their hatred as well as our own. In truth - I guess I just pity them.❤️
Ultra-right Christians are fundamentalists and they are cruel, intolerant thugs. They twist the Christian faith to align with their need for power and control of the masses exactly like the Taliban. I’m Agnostic and think the only good outcome of organized religion is when parishioners come together to help others less fortunate. Absent that, I would NEVER want to be governed or controlled based on antiquated view of civilization.
Well said! If somebody calls himself Christian, empathy should be the first attribute, otherwise it is a cult. Very sad.
My thoughts as well. (Inquisition anyone?)
They are FAKE CHRISTIANS who follows a false prophet, who can't give them salvation or eternal life.
I know other people have said similar things that I'm about to say but, as I lay here re reading and catching up on today's politics, I find myself just needing to repeat this: I have never, never in my life, hated any one person more than I hate trump. I will never put a capital T at the beginning of his name for like others, that deserves respect and that "man" has earned none. Now, I was brought up to never say "hate", I can recall my grandparents saying to me "Carrie, you don't 'hate' that person. Do you understand what it means to truly 'hate?' It means that you essentially wish for that person to die painfully and for all of eternity roast in the fires of hell, your soul forever condemned to being torn to shreds over and over in brutal agnozing horror."
Allow me to back up a few decades. I was born (ill make this quick, lol) in December of 86. I lived on a 37 acre farm with my gran and pop, mom and half sis. Farm work was hard but fun and fulfilling! Good for your soul! I loved it! However, as a child, I was constantly sick with pneumonia, infections, in and out of hospitals. At one years old, i had a HUGE swollen lymph node under my right neck. The doctors at the time thought it was Cat Scratch Fever. Hey, it was the 80s (yes i think of the song too). Fast forward to 97, I started having what we thought was a other bad pneumonia. I spent 2 months in our local hospital where I was not improving but getting worse. Hard to breathe, high temp and just not good. I was transferred to John's Hopkins where a beautifully intelligent doctor whom I owe my life too, discovered I had contracted Aspergillus in my lungs (a fungal infection) and I also had a incredibly rare disease called Chronic Granulomatous Disease. I spent over a year at Hopkins getting better. It wasn't without its trials though. My first 2 weeks there, Dr. Winkelstien (yes, that's his name. Man is my hero), had the unfortunate duty to inform my mother to call in my entire family to say their goodbyes to me. I was THAT bad. I had chest tube's, part of my lung removed, blood transfusions..blah blah.. and I wasn't expected to live through the night. To this day, I will always remember each and every person that came to say their final goodbyes to me. I was 11 years old. My mother did her very best to never cry infront of me. I could hear her in the hallways as Dr. W tried to comfort her. She would hold me, stroke my hair, sing to me, tell stories and I would do or say something funny to make her laugh. Try too anyway. ANYWHO! Obviously I survived through that night and there was many more surgeries after that and not a day goes by that I am not grateful for every, EVERY single doctor, nurse, tech, janitor staff, the pastors, fellow roommates (patients), the hot dog lady across the street (don't eat a fully loaded hotdog the day you get your feeding tube out. Listen to your doctor and just do liquids. Omg. I'll never eat a boiled hotdog with everything on it ever again), my mother, my grandparents, my sister, all my uncles, aunts and cousins. I have an unlimited amount of love in my heart and I am incredibly grateful for the life that was given to me and the people who I have met along the way, and of course, my family. I've had my share of tragedies just like anyone - my pop was killed in an auto accident 1 month after I was married in 08 (My grandfather, Poppy, was my world. Great man. Miss you Pop!) My cousin (who was my 1st best friend) Jordan, entered the Marines and on his 2nd tour was shot and killed in the Helmand Province of Afghanistan (Forever, my hero. When i see you next - i still demand answers for why you thought it was a brilliant idea to stash glitter in my ac vents in my car.. that shit is still coming out! ..and i think of you every time. You big ass. I love ya! He was killed just one day shy of a year after Pop.
I went on to work in Healthcare for 18 years until of late when my disease has decided to rear its ugly head again and it's back to torturing the poor (incredible) nurses and doctors, lol. But all is well, I'm a work in progress. Arnt we all? But still I am so blessed with my families love. I am married with 2 beautiful children. I know all parents say their kids are smart and beautiful but please, allow me this one - mine are incredible! I even shocked myself with my offspring. 😉 (they get their smarts from their handsome daddy. I'll give him that).
Anyway, I suppose I did say I wouldn't make this part long... although, I did feel it was somewhat important to give you a backstory of my life to know how much "hate" has never been in my vocabulary. Just the opposite. I have indeed had an incredible amount of LOVE and support. I give endless amounts of support and love in return. Hey, it's free! And I generally love making people laugh and being there for them. I may not always know what to say but...I've been told I have a pretty comfy shoulder if needed. So..here comes my internal conflict...
I find myself frustrated because I truly, with my soul have never "hated" any one person - until now. I absolutely without a shred of a doubt... hate trump, vance, musk, johnson, mtg, miller, the corrupt maga judges, ALL of them. I know it is not my place to judge. I know it is wrong to be filled with such hatred. I can't help but feel this way. These people are literally the opposite to everything that is good and decent to not only how I was raised but how I'm raising my children. Does any one else feel this way? I wish I could say I feel regret for these feelings but I don't. They are horrid people. End of story. Peroid. Finito. I absolutely cannot stand them.
Sorry Granny and Pop, Jordan & my dear Momma (who just had a double bypass surgery but is such a fighter she may be coming home tomorrow! Woo!!) - I hope you will forgive me but i can honestly say, without a shred of doubt, I, HATE donald j. trump! I am disgusted by their treatment of Zelensky and the Ukrainian people, the mistreatment of Canadians, Mexicans, Greenland, Panama, Gaza... pretty much everyone except for the dictatorships they worship. I truly, truly hope the rest of the world can see that most of us do not tolerate this horribleness and that we do support and stand with them, not against them! It literally makes me sick to my stomach that all this is happening and these so called "leaders" are saying and doing these things without a shred of empathy or compassion. Where are their souls?!
If you took the time to read this - you must be exhausted. Or just really bored. Either way, thanks for hanging in there with me. Like you - I'm only human. But the people that are in the Whitehouse currently representing us - I am convinced, are not. For they truly do not know what it is like to truly, unconditionally love and be loved. If they did - we wouldn't be having this conversation and you wouldn't still be reading the ramblings of a soon to be 39yr old mother of 2. A mom, a daughter, a wife, a woman who loves her new vacuum, whose name may be a number to them but if you recall, is Carrie.
Bless you all and I wish you and your families nothing but happiness and love!
If there is one thing I've truly learned - do not ever let the sun set on your anger (that's granny's. She also liked to say "the tongue is like a tube of toothpaste. Once you say it, you cant take it back." Sorry, i digress..) To tell someone just how much they mean to you, how much you value and love them because you never know know, one day you may be on a ventilator hearing your folks say goodbye, be in a car accident, shot down in war or step on a Lego that you've asked your kids a thousand times to pick up and end up falling down the stairs.. just sayin - it's probably happened...
So be safe all and even throughout all my frustrations over feeling this undeniable hatred, I hope, I HOPE we ALL have enough LOVE and goodwill to overcome their hatred as well as our own. In truth - I guess I just pity them.❤️