If Trump were to win in 2020 would the nation be able to support him as our leader? Watching President Trump interact with the Queen and her family this week made me think about how we see our nation as a whole. I would like to think that if he were to win the election fair and square that we would all be able to support him. However, I fear that there will never be a blanket of support due to his stance on certain issues.
So, how does Trump differ on issues like immigration? President George W. Bush was friendly in terms of immigration. According to this article https://georgewbush-whitehouse.archives.gov/news/releases/2001/09/20010905-2.html we see that not only was President George W. Bush more open towards immigration, but he saw Mexico as an important ally. President George W. Bush went on to have more meetings with Vicente Fox like the one he had below. They often talked about Mexicans being willing to take on jobs that Americans weren’t willing to take. Perhaps, in some circumstances he was right.
” A Mexican proverb tells us that “Que tiene un buen vecino tiene un buen amigo” — “He who has a good neighbor has a good friend.” Today, both our countries are committed to being good neighbors, and good friends. Friends deal in good faith, and disagree with respect. Friends stick together, in good times and in bad. “
The problems with our attitude in terms of immigration started when America went into a recession. Prior to that, I can’t ever recall having anyone talk negatively about immigration. I think we did what people normally do when they suffer, find a scapegoat. During times of chaos people often blame others for misfortune and sadly, the ones that took on the bulk of the blame came from the southern border. While drugs have been an issue for many years, we started to focus more heavily on those drugs and started playing the blame game in regards to jobs.
By the time Obama came into office we were dealing with millions of Americans out of work and an unknown number of illegal immigrants working in positions that once went to workers who now were standing in line at food banks. Not only were we looking at a shortage of jobs for American workers, but we were also looking at jobs that were pretty much tailored towards people who spoke Spanish which sadly placed American workers out of the running for positions. Obama was popular because of his stance on immigration. https://obamawhitehouse.archives.gov/the-press-office/2013/01/29/remarks-president-comprehensive-immigration-reform
” We have to make sure that every business and every worker in America is playing by the same set of rules. We have to bring this shadow economy into the light so that everybody is held accountable — businesses for who they hire, and immigrants for getting on the right side of the law. That’s common sense. And that’s why we need comprehensive immigration reform. “
Either way you look at it, both Obama and Trump have been trying to fix our immigration issue. The problem is that we are trying to fix a system that has been broken for too long. Immigration is now so bad that is it threatening the infrastructure of the countries like Honduras and Guatemala. We have to find balance for our future as well as theirs.
I’ve been thinking about the end of the world a lot lately. Perhaps, it is because I looked at all 4 seasons of Fear The Walking Dead within two weeks. The shows that showcase the crashing of civilization like my book The Last Love Story all leave out the real struggle. Why am I now thinking about storing up pads and tissue? Could it be because it is that time of the month, or is it because one of these days a horde of females might need these goodies to save the world.
There’s always one thing missing when writers talk about the end of the world in regards to women. To be fair, I have been there too. Sometimes we leave out the real stuff. You are writing this story and you want to show this woman as a bad ass, but you don’t want to show the real side of being a woman. So, we leave out the talk about periods and the reactions they have on our body.
I think back to my two novellas dealing with end of the world stuff and not once do I mention cramps, pads, or cramping so horribly that you can barely walk. If the world ended this week, I would be done for. There would be no walking ten miles, picking up pikes or bursting through houses. I would be chocolate covered zombie food with a hint of salt. I promise book three will have periods and the fear of running out of tissue because that is the struggle. Walking into the bathroom discovering a lack of tissue has never been so scary.
AMC/Fear The Walking Dead, make one of those boxes have pads or tampons to give us hope. We can’t be destined for a future of no sanitary items, or could we?
I haven’t been writing in a while because I’ve just needed time to find myself. I have been thinking about when I was a little girl. I remember hearing that if you wrote your desires on paper that God would bless them. I didn’t write a request to make millions of dollars, but I wrote a request that God would bless me with a family. God has blessed me with a family and a husband that I am so in love with.
Don’t ignore your answers when he gives them to you guys. They might not always be the answers you want to hear, but they turn out in the end. I don’t have anything to say, and this might be the last post for me. I just want to say, thanks for being here with me. I hope you find whatever you are looking for.
We all have our shy moments. In the beginning of my marriage I couldn’t bring myself to say penis around my husband because it made be blush like crazy. So, I would say “woo woo” or something else just because I was so uncomfortable with saying the word!! After the birth of my second child things started to change. I went from having to take Motrin after sex pre second child to not really knowing how to feel about the sexual encounter post second child.
I would ask my husband if he was satisfied and of course he would say yes. Then he would ask me and I would lie and give the same response. After a few weeks I started to get concerned. I went for a check up one afternoon and confessed my issues to my doctor. I was like I have a problem. She turned around and asked me what was going on. I informed her that I could no longer feel my husband. It was an awkward thing to say, but I wasn’t ready to give up my sex life at 24 or 25 years old.
She performed some test with her fingers and I found out why I couldn’t enjoy sex. My muscles were shot after giving birth to my daughter. I had an episiotomy with my second child which from my understanding wasn’t all that great for my muscles. Nobody informed me how important the kegels would be after the episiotomy, so the appointment was a must.She then informed me that I needed to do like 200 kegels a day to get my muscles back to semi normal. So, me being the overachiever I am, I decided to do like 500 a day until things got back to normal.
The point is, do not be afraid to ask your doctor about things that you might be too embarrassed to bring up in the bedroom. Sex is a beautiful thing, but it’s not so beautiful if only one person enjoys it. A few years ago a woman saw a passion mark on my neck and was like do you and your husband still have sex!! I started laughing and blurted out about four times a week like normal people! Then she looked concerned, she told me she was newly married and that she and her husband only had sex once every three months. One controlling factor in her bedroom was pain. That is something a doctor would be able to help her with. So, do not be afraid to talk to your OBGYN and tell them about pain, lack of feeling or anything that you think sounds strange for your body. Enjoy life!!
We all have moments in our lives that forever change the way we see the world. The moment can be a chance meeting with a new love, missed chance to say I love you to an old love, or a bad decision that set you on a different path. The truth is, you may never get that situation back or the circumstances that made that situation ripe for the taking.
I challenge you to move away from wishing you could do it all over again. Don’t look backwards, but focus on right now. You are in a small boat sailing down a large river in the middle of nowhere. The river is wide and long with rocks lining both sides of the boat. Looking backwards you now notice that the water was smooth without a hint of danger, but you now see danger everywhere. You can’t turn the boat around due to the jagged rocks on the side, so you can only keep sailing forward.
That’s life, in life we sometimes leave the things we thought were dull or too safe and jump into uncharted waters. You can’t wish yourself out of the situation, you have to make your way to land. Perhaps the situation you find yourself in right now feels scary and jaded. However, take comfort in knowing that there’s always a break in the crazy. The trick is keeping your eyes open and not losing focus on what’s important.
Prior to the trip you might have thought you wanted excitement and danger. Yet, now you see that calm provided you with something much more valuable. It provided you with what you needed in that moment to start on the next journey, called life. Everything we go through has reason and purpose. Learn to embrace the current before you find yourself shipwrecked on some tiny beach called regret.
Some years ago when I first found out we were moving to Germany, I freaked out. I had heard so many bad things about Germany and the people that I was terrified. After I made it to Frankfurt, I recall feeling so out of place. Soon my husband showed up and I walked outside the airport. I no longer felt like I had left something so precious behind, I started to see that I had just stepped foot onto something that was equally as precious in its own little way.
I’ve been married for almost 22 years come next month. Sometimes marriage can be easy, but then there are times when it can be very hard. Yet, I wouldn’t trade either times because they make us who we are. I got married at a very early age. My husband and I were both 20 and we got married not because we were in love, but because we hated the idea of dating.
Dating was horrible for me, I didn’t like dealing with people who had a slight allergic reaction to the truth, so I had all but sworn dating off, until I met my husband. I remember telling him at the tender age of 19 that I wanted to get married and that I wasn’t into dating for six months to a year because those people never got married. Yes, it is safe to say, I knew it all!!!
After the wedding “Courthouse” I soon departed the DFW to start my life as my husband’s wife. We dated only three and half months, so we really didn’t know each other as we should have. On our way to Killeen, Texas we got into an argument about race relations. Jon isn’t African American and my experiences with race were totally foreign to him. So, here we are on our way to our new place and a conversation on race starts.
He talked about being sick of hearing black people use the race card and then my ears started to ring. I was like oh no, my husband is a racist, and it’s against me!!!I remember asking why did he feel that way and then he blurted out, just what have black people done for this country? I looked at him and politely smiled. I then spent the next three hours explaining what inventions black people had made, social advancements, and foods that he couldn’t live without.
Looking back on those days I am thankful, God blessed me to find my best friend in my husband, and I’m grateful my husband listened to me on that ride home. On that road two things became crystal clear that afternoon. Marriage wouldn’t be simple and communication was a very important key. It took us two years to really fall in love, I know it sounds horrible, but it’s true. Our marriage started out being about commitment and then it turned into love. We now have both elements in our relationship which makes it easy to wake up to the same man every morning. I guess it’s true, marriage is what you make it.
Growing up in the South I was blessed with a real interesting type of education. I learned about witchcraft and how my mother THOUGHT she was going to get me to help her use it on my father. One morning he had come in from a late night out with his girlfriend and my mother planned the perfect payback. At least I’m guessing that’s what she thought. So my father called out and asked me to bring him a glass of tea from the kitchen.
Well, my mother had other ideas. She wanted me to bring the tea to her first so she could pee in it. Apparently, peeing in tea would drive a man crazy. I looked at the tea for a second and then thought about my father and his guns standing against the corner. I politely blurted out, she was crazy as hell and ran to my dad. There was no way I was helping my mom put the hookie doodie on my father.