Category Archives: Senior Life

THE MASK


Texas Lady Juanita

It is the Commie effect
plastered on your face,
oh, why do you not see?

The destructive truth
is almost cleverly
hidden in plain sight.

The varying masks,
absolutely, stops no
variation of viral enemies.

Enter now the Sleazies
elaborate boogie men
of collective imaginations.

The total effect of destruction
of my precious Liberty, and
revealing nothing in disguise.

No smelling Pheromones
of beautiful attraction,
leading to amorous touching.

I find I long for hugs, and
tenderest of expression
of a grateful sign of life.

Where are the tender smiles
of a mutual spontaneity,
flowering with brotherly love?

Looking for social grace,
and church fellowship;
celebrations of life.

Beware my friend,
for the death of hope,
and the end of faith.

Because of massive ignorance,
I am witnessing a death grip
on a sea of unholy masks.

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IT IS BIBLICAL JULY 10, 2020

TEXAS LADY JUANITA – TRUTH

I listened to a video that a friend sent to me this morning. At 67 I have a good track record for estimating when people are truthful, and Dr. Richard Bartlett sounds truthful to me. He has the “Silver Bullet” for a Covid 19 cure. The following are my notes from watching this video: https://youtu.be/eDSDdwN2Xcg

Pray on the wisdom this Christian man is sharing with us.

“Psalm 51:6 Behold, thou desirest truth in the inward parts: and in the hidden part thou shalt make m,e to know wisdom.”

“2 Corinthians 8:21 Providing for honest things, not only in the sight of the Lord, but also in the sight of men.”

It is my opinion that we must pray to have a free mind to discern the truth of things, for fear is not our friend, but our destroyer. We, as a nation, are in an information warfare battle for the hearts and souls of mankind and the enemy’s biggest weapon against you is FEAR.

“Philippians 4:6-7 Be careful for nothing; but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God. And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.”

My notes on the video, because videos are scrubbed every day – especially the truths that the political who control ‘You Tube’ scrub the truth from us every day with diligence, or they claim their ‘fact checkers’ deem your video to not be their truth! They have been caught lying.

Dr. Richard Bartlett, ACWT interview 7/2/20
Midland, TX 28 year practicing in Texas
Has done medical missions all over the world.
He does a weekly Covid update at Talk 550 AM radio.
Covid Cure – 100% of his Covid patients cured.
On Governor Perry’s ‘Health Disparity Task Force’ for 7 years.|
The medical expert with West Texas CBS TV affiliate for 20 years.

These countries have used the silver bullet (may be a different supplier but same medicine).
Taiwan – no social distancing for it’s 25+ Million citizens (they would be in the ocean to social distance LOL) using the ‘silver bullet’ only 7 people have died to date of Covid Virus.
Japan – no social distancing for its 121 Million citizens ~ less than 1,000 have died of Covid Virus.
Singapore – no social distancing 12 people have died of Covid Virus.
Iceland – no social distancing 10 people have died of Covid Virus.
IF YOU GO TO JOHNS HOPKINS COVID WEBSITE THIS SAME INFORMATION IS HIDDEN IN THE REPORTS.
[Where you see [] being used – it is from me repo9rand not the video these notes come from.]
100% OF Dr. Bartlett’s Covid patients have lived beginning in March of this year. Using the same treatment Taiwan, Japan, Singapore, and Iceland have done which is:
Inhaled Steroid generic Budesonide (non-generic original drug Pulmicort) about $200 cash cure if you have no insurance – but your insurance will pay for it.
Inhaled Steroid Budesonide coupled with a precautionary antibiotic Clarithromycin in case early pneumonia is present.
The Budesonide is administered via inhaling in nebulizer machine for 5 minute treatments.
An inhaler does not work at a 100% delivery of medicine, but using a nebulizer machine has a 100% delivery as per historical usage.
WITH FIRST TREATMENT PATIENTS REPORT ALL SYMPTOMS GO AWAY: CHEST PAIN, SHORTNESS OF BREATH, AND FEVER BREAKS.
One of his patients has 2 cancers being treated for currently, and the Budesonide cured the patient of Covid!!!!
Another patient 50 year smoker, has previously had surgery with chest opened, and the Budesonide cured the patient of Covid.
Budesonide is so safe it is given to babies!
Dr. Bartlett said that hydroxychloroquine also works! But the Budesonide is his choice for cure.
Dr. Bartlett’s paper will not be published for 6 months (normal for it to take a long time to get medical papers published by the medical community.)
However, Senator Ted Cruz, Rep. Babin, Star Parker has paper in hand; as well as the Texas Tech. Chancellor (who requested the paper); and next week President Trump will have paper in hand.

Current method of testing is set up to FAIL because the METHOD IS FLAWED! The testing waits for the patient to be an ICU candidate. BUT TESTING SHOULD BE BASED ON “EARLY DETECTION ~ EARLY TREATMENT”BECAUSE scientific testing should be observable and reproduce-able.
CDC AND NIH must stop sending patients with symptoms home to take Tylenol and come back when you are an ICU candidate AND THEN WE WILL MAKE YOU A PART OF THE TESTING!
We must not tell people with symptoms to wait for vaccine.
LIKELY NO VACCINE WILL WORK LONGER THAN A COUPLE OF WEEKS: COVID LIKE AIDS IS A “RAPIDLY MUTATING VIRUS.”
Iceland has already had 243 mutations since Covid started.
CDC and others have been trying for ten years to make an aids vaccine, but the virus mutates so often any vaccine developed only works a short period of time.
The decisions that have been made by Dr. Fauci and others are “POLITICAL PORN!”
80,000 A YEAR DIE FROM THE FLU – but no one ever shut down the country for it, or social distanced, or forced you to wear a mask.
[You do not quarantine the healthy – you quarantine the sick.]
If you email the reporter at americacanwetalk@gmail.com to get a copy of Dr. Bartlett’s soon to be published paper on the Cure for Covid 19. Her name is Debbie.

POST SCRIPT – CHANGE OF SUBJECT
YOU WANT TO STOP KNEE BENDING?We can start a movement right now that when our National Anthem is played we will bend a knee in respect for our Lord whom we believe is blessing America.THERE YA GO. A STADIUM WHERE AT LEAST HALF WILL GET ON THEIR KNEES WITH THEIR HANDS PRESSED TOGETHER ON THEIR STADIUM SEATS IN PRAYER THAT OUR LORD AND SAVIOR JESUS CHRIST WILL CONTINUE TO BLESS OUR LAND. Texas Lady Juanita from my FB

Copyright © 2020 by Juanita Holloway-Walters

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IT IS BIBLICAL ~ JUNE 5, 2020

TEXAS LADY JUANITA

No sooner than I started writing again, I became KO’d by some predictable medical crap, and then a monumental heartbreak which has had a choke hold on my writing. Then I discovered something for the umpteenth time, the best way through it is to express it.

First, and least important, I hit one of my slumps in kicking the butts of my 5 degenerative diseases. RA seems to only come second to Degenerative Spine disease. The nature of my diseases does not lend itself to striking out to be a social butterfly and making new friends. My late husband instilled one idea in me that stuck – “It is what it is.” Life goes on, and I endeavor to concentrate on the many blessings I am thankful for.

Second, and of supreme importance, a favorite family member took his life a few days ago. My heart breaks for his Mamma, for we are not wanting to outlive our children. I cannot imagine the size of her grief. I usually have no trouble talking, but I have no words compassionate enough. I cannot possibly know how she feels for it has not happened to me. She lost her husband, who was my brother Rudy, a little over a year ago; and this feels too close to process.

A year before I lost my brother, I lost my John. I know how this is tragically too close. Shortly after losing John, my oldest attempted suicide. I am not desensitized. I am absolutely the opposite of that. I just keep losing people, and the pain is almost unbearable.

In my family, and extended family, over several years, have been four Generation X suicides, and the one attempted suicide. Most left behind young children, and family who are still struggling to understand. Those who do not leave a note behind generate a particularly perplexing brand of heartache. I seem to not only mourn the current loss, but mourn the cumulative loss of the five young (to me) family members each time . . . and I have been searching for the why of it.

Generation X has some unique statistics which may explain why these beloved family members would choose to check out before their lives had a chance to blossom in many ways. They will never gain the perspective we gain when raising a family through to adulthood, seeing a career through to retirement, and the safe and secure feeling one has with a spouse of 20, 30, and even 40 or more years.

Statistics show that Generation X is the first generation since the Civil War to not do better financially, or in status to the community as the generation before – Baby Boomers. Whatever we Baby Boomers have that made us so dynamic has skipped a generation and is showing up in the Millennials (Gen. Y). Today, tech empires hire people 30 years old and younger, skipping Generation X. No one is willing to commit as to the reason for this, except to say that there is an air of despair in so many Generation X.

It is my opinion that like so many severe government budget cuts that affected Generation X’s education, they instinctively know that it will be their generation to pay into Social Security, but never receive a dime of it back. No one knows this for sure, but they know how to add and subtract, and read the writing on the wall. Eventually some generation will have to take one for the team. But the Generation X team have not been merry savers. Many will never retire, but work until they are incredibly old.

Being full of opinion today, I think it is also about excuses. Baby Boomers were excessively disciplined by The Greatest Generation. After all, the Greatest Generation lived through the depression and WWII (as we were reminded of frequently). We Baby Boomers may have let our offspring off the hook for bad behavior by demonstrably loving them, NO MATTER WHAT. By the time they figured out how flawed their parents were, they did what we always let them do – make excuses, therefore it will always be our fault. I am speaking of myself directly and any other Baby Boomers who loved their children no more or less than my parents or grandparents ~ the difference is that the Greatest Generation perhaps were more constructive disciplinarians than their children would be.

I searched the scriptures for help, and decided with Proverb 18, that The Lord understands the dilemma of my heart ache. “Proverb 18:14 The spirit of a man will sustain his infirmity; but a wounded spirit who can bear?” If our spirit is grounded in Christ, we will survive the emotional losses; but if we are not grounded in Christ, our grief is unbearable. So be it, I choose Christ every time.

I then searched the scriptures to lift my spirit and found none better suited for redirection, and to the enormity of my heart ache than my favorite:

“Philippians 4:4-13
Rejoice in the Lord always: and again, I say, Rejoice.
Let your moderation be known unto all men. The Lord is at hand.
Be careful for nothing; but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.
And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.
Those things, which ye have both learned, and received, and heard, and seen in me, do: and the God of peace shall be with you.
But I rejoiced in the Lord greatly, that now at the last your care of me hath flourished again; wherein ye were also careful, but ye lacked opportunity.
Not that I speak in respect of want: for I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content.
I know both how to be abased, and I know how to abound: everywhere and in all things I am instructed both to be full and to be hungry, both to abound and to suffer need.
I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.”

Yes. Amen.

Copyright © 2020 by Juanita Holloway-Walters





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MY MUSIC

There it is inside me;
I hear the music
that is the expression
of who I am.
It becomes more difficult
as age disguises me
to reconcile this broken body
with my inner music.
When I was young
my music commanded
the whole world
to see my symphony.
It is becoming easier in time
to be alone with my music
feeling every irregular phrase
of my very intimate rhapsody.
Will I never feel exquisite again?
A beautiful duet forever gone;
leaving me ever wondering
will I never again be me?
When I think of harmonizing
my life with an unknown new tune,
I feel my eyes reluctantly opening
while my song slides into the blues.
My heart yearns for the me
of a heart full of life’s light,
so beautiful, and so very bright –
of the symphony of my youth.
I dream to be a softly precious thing;
my heart strings tuned to sing
a consistently beautiful melody
looking for the most perfect tune.

Texas Lady Juanita

Copyright © 2020 by Juanita Holloway-Walters

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A MEMORY COMPANION

He thought enough of me
to converse a thousand
kinds of conversations
over thousands of days.

He thought enough of me
to break bread a thousand
kinds of epicurean delights
over thousands of meals.

He thought enough of me
to court me every day
with romance and love
enough to fill a fine book.

He thought enough of me
to make millions of memories
very sweet and love true
over millions of moments.

He thought enough of me
to vow before almighty God
to love, trust, and cherish
until death we do part.

How do I finally say goodbye?
How do I redirect my vows
from my forever true love
to any possibility of other.

My heart yearns to turn
the dimension of time
infinitely backwards
to my comforting memories.

Now it has become painful
to bottle up the thousands
of leftover I love yous
trapped in my heart.

I have become lonely
since he went to be
with The Lord above
who loves us completely.

I will confess to His Spirit
my forever true Friend
who lives deep inside
my forever soul and spirit

I find as time goes by
a million unstoppable
new thoughts and feelings
bubbling up inside my heart.

I dream of an imagined love
who converses and dines
with a different sort of me
making memories anew.

And I wonder is it possible
from our Creator, above
to have in His plan for me
another memory companion.

Texas Lady Juanita

Copyright © 2019 by Juanita Holloway-Walters

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BLUE WIDOW

by Texas Lady Juanita

Whatever will I do
To stop being so blue
About my sentiments true
Of left-over love for you?

The best love I ever gave
In my entire blessed life
Not ending at your grave
My being your faithful wife.

I dream of you passionately
Of trysts stirring deep in my soul
Of realities I created magically
Of fantasies I do happily extol.

At death we did truly part
New memories at an end
But the vow etched on my heart
I now know I must surely rend.

For marriages have no heavenly face
In scriptures there is truth of His place
You are now in God’s dimensional space
And I am still on Earth by His holy grace.

With my abundance of extra love
In loneliness, what shall I, must I do
With The Lord’s blessings from above
And endless possibilities ever anew.

Please do not jump to conclusions
There are many types of loving joy
Likened to myriads of love transfusions
Life’s positive building blocks we employ.

Copyright © 2019 by Juanita Holloway-Walters

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HAPPY NEW YEAR

First, the eulogy I have only just now been able to write,
for my husband who went to be with Jesus January 16, 2018. I am almost whole again. Yes, it is true, I have been defined by a beautiful word most of the prior 23 years before this one. The word is exquisite. It is full of everything a woman comfortable in her own skin feels when loved in equal measure by someone she loves. There is nothing that compares to feeling like this – nothing. It is born from a simple touch by one who exudes trust with every smile, tear, word, lyric, touch, kiss, intimacy, and commonality of faith in our loving Creator. It has been my pleasure and my honor to love and be in love with John.

On this, our first anniversary apart (New Year’s Eve 11:45 p.m.), I can still close my eyes, and feel exquisite from memory. The Lord gets the glory of this thing He defined for us; this thing called marriage. In this I have been blessed beyond measure. With each passing day I feel John’s presence a little less. I have felt my Mamma’s presence every day since her passing, but not so with John. I sense beyond about a dozen dimensions, that he is happy and very busy. I should not be surprised that The Lord would have lofty uses for my Marine in the Spiritual Battles waged in Heaven above. I imagine John as nothing less than a Colonel. His faith was alive and real every hour of every day.

Moving on to the here and now.
I am happy and at peace. I have odd thoughts of a new chapter in my life beginning soon. I am a little afraid. The only chapter I got right in my life was the last one with John. Before that – before the healing of Juanita through our Lord and Savior – I was broken and unable to pick a man to be my husband who was interested in the long term with me. I remember concluding that I must not be lovable. Oh, what a sad feeling that was. But, The Lord knew better, and healed my heart and soul. I just need to remember to trust in The Lord’s plan for my life – harder said than always done. I know we are each here for God’s glory.

My spine doctor managed to avoid the comparative MRI results of my spine – 2018 MRI vs. 2015 MRI – for a few visits, but we finally broached the subject. The words I was left with in my mind are “awful mess.” The words he used, in obvious hopes I would let it go, were ‘a lot of scarring, a lot of wear and tear, and much degeneration’. Well hell, I guess if you have Degenerative Spine Disease (as well as RA, OA, Fibro, Neuropathy, and IBS) for forty years, much degeneration is to be expected. The week before my PCP had called up the MRI on the screen to assure me that the results were in. He looked at the screen, my face, and quickly shut it down. I had not seen the “awful mess” picture before, and now know why no one ever shows the film to me. As a lay person, I cannot get the words “awful mess” to go away. But, I am still a tribute to my stubbornness. I walk, take good care of myself, my dog, and my belongings. I think I enjoy my roadster convertible so much because with the wind in my hair, I feel like I am running; and when the music is good, I am dancing.

This last few weeks I have had unexpected feelings of joy just bubbling out of me! Joy, my old friend, did not abandon me after all. I think my beautiful and talented Grandgirls have had a lot to do with this. They are both an awesome blend of their mamma and daddy. I admit that one of them is a mini-me! Well, she is the me I would have been, had I been raised in a less stressful parentage, and much more nurturing. I love them both with every fiber of my being in such a special way that I had never hoped to have with grandchildren. Sadly, because of the continuing war between their parents, my other three older grandchildren have been weaponized by the situation with their parents against me. Their father because I am my daughter’s mother; and their mother because if she cannot have them, then no one else can either. I pray for them every day, for their war wounds are obvious, and deep. I love my daughter, and my grandchildren from afar. I have been wondering if what The Lord has in store for me on my path has to do with helping broken families in some way, since I have come to understand so many dynamics in this field of study.

Well, my goodness, I sure did cover a huge field of HAPPY NEW YEAR. I am getting things out in the open to begin the New Year right. I don’t believe in New Year’s Resolutions. They are like laws that can only condemn when we fall short of the mark. Last night at midnight I asked my Grandgirls to tell me one of their dreams for their future. I told them that this is what we will do each New Year’s Eve from now on. They didn’t take it very seriously, but as the years go by they will get the hang of it. I pray they continue this tradition into their adult years, and beyond. Dreams make our world go around and around in hope, love, faith, and joy. God bless you today and always.

You may quote me in these thoughts,
Texas Lady Juanita
Copyright © 2019 by Juanita Holloway-Walters

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WANTED: LAWYERS TO REPRESENT BABY BOOMERS IN CLASS ACTION LAWSUIT

WANTED: LAWYERS TO REPRESENT BABY BOOMERS IN CLASS ACTION LAWSUIT.
Millions of Baby Boomers need a class action suit against their Congress for giving away our Social Security and our Medicare funds to those who did not pay into the system. Congress is giving our funds away deliberately to bankrupt BABY BOOMERS, and the USA.
You may quote me in this,
Texas Lady Juanita
Copyright © 2018 by Juanita Holloway-Walters

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EVERYDAY LOVE

It began long ago, It seems . . .
With a prayer to The Lord above.
Longing for the man of my dreams;
Asking God to pick my true love.

The excitement of our first good-night kiss;
That he swore said, “love me forever” –
Led quickly to Godly union in marital bliss,
And a double familial blending endeavor.

And I cry,
For the memories,
Of our everyday love.

Unexpected gifts of words,
Collected in a private file,
Of verses for song birds,
Composed to make me smile.

Surprise weekend destinations;
No phones; no briefcases; no teens.
O.M.G! Such romantic locations!
Where memory films the scenes.

And I cry,
For the memories,
Of our everyday love.

Careers blossomed with fun and spectacular style.
Soon we enjoyed our comfortable empty nest,
A time for loving, and life slowed down for a while;
We knew beyond all measure were we blessed.

Could this honeymoon marriage last the rest of my life?
“I am sorry, it is not to be for you.” I was told.
“You will help your love until death. You are a good wife.”
But why punish me, how can You be so cold?

And I cry,
For the memories,
Of our everyday love.

(Rev 21:4 )
“And God shall wipe away all tears
neither shall there be any more pain:”
With these words He vanquished my fears,
My love is joyful again in His Heavenly Plane.

(Jeremiah 29:11)
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord,
“plans to prosper you and not to harm you,
plans to give you hope and a future.“ I have your word.
I pray to know why I am still here, alone and so blue.

And still I cry,
For the ever-vivid memories,
Of our everyday love.

Texas Lady Juanita
Copyright © 2018 by Juanita Holloway-Walters
All Rights Reserved.

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UPDATE JOHN AND JUANITA / COMING OUT OF HIDING / BEN-JAMIN!!! FREAKING FRANKLIN (Loving the Founders still.) HMMM, WE WILL CALL THIS ONE TRANSITION.

.
picture-for-3-foot-wide-canvasThis Texan has been transplanted in Ohio / the farm belt / and I am a very happy camper!
This photograph is part of our Ohio family – taken not too long ago by a professional photographer in our home. Katie – our new via son-in-law, 14-year-old, Grandgirl. Beautiful, smart, funny – thank you Lord for one with so much promise, and a new generation of Birthday slumber parties in my basement.
David and Natalie Pumpkin (lol – chances of new son-in-law, David, thinking I think their last name is Pumpkin is remote), and me and my love John. You can see for yourselves that John and I really are the Happy, Fluffy (well-fed), (short), People. I am wearing 4” heels. Please don’t tell my doctor.

Natalie and I . . . it is on our faces . . . reunited, daughter and mother. I am so proud; I am popping my buttons. Perfect? No. She doesn’t have to be with me. But she is a very amazing woman. College degreed about the time her oldest became an adult, flying further in her career ambitions than she had imagined, blame me for this food item – putting a hot meal on the table for her family almost every night, and pursuing new interests – wow. John and I are on her new interests list. She has been a huge and loving help for us. Thank you Lord for Natalie. The Lord, and Natalie get all the credit. She is the apple that didn’t fall far from the tree – and that is all I had to do with it.

John and I are each other’s care taker, and I think we both need a little help to unravel what that means going forward. This is interesting to me in that I think it may be something I will write about in the near future. I no longer have the identities I used to have: corporate whiz kid fast-tracker (innate leader and problem solver type A person LOL!!! – a type Z personality now in these senior years?), 27 years being a mother – close up and personal raising of children — identities I liked about myself. At 64, half of my identity is John (and opposite for him). Fear of losing half of one’s identity is very scary – ESPECIALLY when the love of one’s life is at stake – not to mention my best friend.

I have tackled this by creating memories every single day – and actively think about it when I pray each day about the next day.  We have learned to play each day by ear. We love our new (to us) Ohio home so much, that we have more fun at home than going out on date night.

It may have taken us a long time to fix up the deck that was ugly, but we do get the most romantic of results . . . if “Home” is romantic to you – and it is to me. This is the end of the home projects we started last November 17, 2015.

We are truly blessed beyond measure. We no longer look at days as “good days” or ” bad days”; but!!!! for us, pain, disease, etc. is what it is – and it DOES NOT get to define us – WE REMAIN THE HAPPY FLUFFY PEOPLE.

Please do pray for us, we do have some medical difficulties that are wearing us down a little. It is good that we love well; I don’t know how couples without our love get through it all. We are, and have been each other’s “care taker” in the home, and we get tired, but not beaten. To my friends, thank you for your prayers.

COMING OUT OF HIDING . . .  You would think that disease (his and mine), me going Septic and almost dying in later October, going through with the November 1st move from Texas to Ohio, BEING A SNOW VIRGIN – WOW I LOVE IT!!!, remodeling of our Ohio home with huge success, doing the front yard (wasted some $$ there), and the deck project in the back yard is why I have been mostly absent from talking to all of you out there (if there is anyone left out there looking for my words LOL!!!), but that would be a wrong assumption.

Many months ago I came back around to a topic that I have avoided for years. It is a good thing, because I have been forced to not only re-think my position, but to better understand what God has to say on the subject. It is a hard subject, and I will leave it a mystery for now – just know that it is the one that almost made me stop publishing my thoughts. I write almost every day. To bring you the new subject, I will have a formal burning of my piles and piles and piles and piles of notes – and begin new with my heart open to you and the Lord.

As soon as I tell you about Benjamin Franklin, I will close for today, and start building the bon-fire of notes in the BBQ Pit – Wish it was a cooler than 50’s night, I would just burn them in the fire place that I love. Speaking of fire places – I remembered from my childhood at my grands in NJ that fireplaces were for roasting marshmallows (until S’mores came to Texas Girl Scouts, I happily thought it a Yankee activity). I can take a long fork, put 2 Marshmallows (from my secret stash), turn the gas on, and be eating the gooeyness of them all in about 60 seconds. YUM

NOW FOR BENJAMIN . . .
“The refusal of King George III to allow the colonies to operate an honest money system, which freed the ordinary man from the clutches of the money manipulators was probably the prime cause of the Revolution.” Benjamin Franklin

You all must know by now that America has been in the clutches of the money manipulators for a long, long time. Lucky for Americans and American prosperity, two things were at play until the last 40 years or so:
1. God’s protection to this Republic that was created for God’s Glory (not going to waste time proving that again. Either you are well read and know this, or you are happy letting the money manipulators write your history for you.)
2. The Money Manipulators kept out of sight far enough to let America be the shining example on the hill. Sadly, as soon as they decided to come out into the light, and destroy America, the majority of American’s lost their faith, and belief in our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Don’t believe me? Just turn on the television. On a side note: Satan is laughing his “buttocks” * off when he sees the young folk making the millennium old hand sign beckoning him to them. Sad, but true.

*My attempt to use a politically correct word. Why is this a better word than ass?????

Okay, the following explanation is OVER simplified for the hope of my making my point about money:
Money should be based on labor – man hours’ possible x 3 levels of population – 1. Dig the ditch level of labor; 2. Build the infrastructure of all the buildings and ditches; 3. The truly talented and CREATIVE – and I don’t mean those that can dunk a basketball – I mean those that can create a clean water system in the desert so all men have water (go R. O. Systems for Africans who are living in a place where the natural water is undrinkable!) X population of all 3. There would be a formula for how much money should be in circulation, which can be corrected daily via a computer program I could probably write, and that actually puts me in labor camp 2. above, though I would aspire to work myself into 3. above.

What you have is a bunch of paper that the Federal Reserve (a corporation that has nothing to do with our government / Congress which is supposed to be printing our money) gives to America, and charges America interest to do this! For printing paper! NO. Now days, for typing 1’s and 0’s into a computer program. For this, we paid /owe them trillions in interest over decades upon decades of charging us this interest.
This is thievery on a level so deeply wrong that those who perpetrate this system on Americans should all be thrown under the jail forever (and he, the chief instigator of this will be one day thrown into a pit of fire). If a court made the Fed give back all the interest they should never have been paid – because it was stolen under false pretenses to the American public – we, as a nation would not be in debt.

Some will say that if the Fed didn’t do what they did, we would never have been a great country. LAUGH OUT LOUD AT THAT. We are Americans. We are different. We have been exceptional up until the Fed took the mask off and I am ashamed to say – they bested Americans through trickery, and through everyone’s greed (Enron, .COMS, UNEARNED HOMES, the war on poverty that has created the most horrible never-ending poverty system the world has known, the war on drugs in which politicians and drug lords ensure we will never win . . . the coming college education loan bubble). All of those BUSTED BUBBLES? Well, Americans were tricked into them in part, and American’ s are still learning a hard lesson about greed, and the death of their faith.

. . . I bought some bushes, ground cover, and a tree for our new front yard from the biggest nursery online I could find. I bought a one-year guarantee. When the tree died, and now the bushes and ground cover are dying, I tell John – go and get our new tree and bushes, please. John reads the fine print. I am going to have to pay half price for them (I paid half price originally). So, if I am stupid enough I will buy them again for half price – NO WAY!!! John pointed out that the one-year guarantee only cost me $4.95.

AMERICA! WHEN YOU SET OUT TO GET SOMETHING FOR NOTHING – DO NOT BE SURPRISED THAT NOTHING IS WHAT YOU WILL END UP WITH. Juanita

Boy, do I feel stupid!!!! $4.95 for a one-year guarantee on hundreds of dollars’ worth of a tree, bushes, and ground cover?  Shame on me. I do know better.

Folks that think you should pay someone who flips hamburgers the same as the man who designs and builds homes, and the same as the man who saves lives, are foolish. We are seeing first hand this week what happens when you pay millions of dollars to a man who plays a game, and you pay Firemen, Policemen, and Marines a pittance in comparison. One, we need to re-check our value system. Two, we need to unpeg our dollars from the Fed, and re-peg it to the labor of Americans who work – physical labor, supporting labor, and creating labor. I worked my way up from physical labor to supporting labor faster than many folks, and I worked my butt off. My fuel was to raise my kids to be the best Americans I could muster with all my WORK, heart, prayers, and soul. Being an American was, and is a worthy thing to be for us Baby Boomers and our parents – Americans are amazing. Because of my values, my children are each equally successful, part supporting labor, and part creative labor. We better hope that the majority of Americans under the age of 45 are the same type of Americans as my children.

It didn’t happen by accident. When my son thought money was growing on trees – in his mid-teens, I arranged with my business owner a summer job for him. My son, that I love, squatted down with a jack-hammer punching holes in concrete for rebar; and he accused me of trying to kill him . . . LOUDLY FOR ALL MY BUSINESS OWNERS AND SUBORDINATES TO HEAR!!!!!!! . . . (we were all older and wiser LOL) . . . and on the day, 2 weeks in, that he received his first paycheck, he stopped crying, and started being the best jack-hammer operator there is. At the end of the summer, he bought a used Dodge truck that he loved, and we had to say NO, you cannot quit school to work. Jeeeeesh, kids – gosh I miss my little. people . . . then my young people. They have little people and young people of their own, and I am proud.
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So, I am not going to hide anymore behind the one commentary that I hated to have to write. I will publish it sometime in the next couple of weeks; for I know I must conquer this one or stop writing. Love to you all. Prayers for you all; and I do thank you for your prayers for my love and I.

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