Tuesday, July 10, 2018

War Is Coming

It is 4:51 a.m.  This morning it wasn't Charlee that woke me, but Millie.  I have dogs for sell.   It is crazy how I cannot go back to sleep once these dogs decided how the morning should go on their terms.  My foul language must stay at a low roar, because Tandy will need to get up in an hour to go to work.  Once up, I Googled who the new Supreme Court Justice is going to be.  As I read his bio, and the reports of last night, my only thoughts that kept running through my head was "War is coming."  At some point in America the lines have been crossed that our beliefs should be others rights and vice versa.  That the rights of the people are interrupted by filters of a belief system instead of the Constitution. The hypocritical political agendas or just plan ole hypocrisy should not surprise me at this point, but it still does.

I know it might surprise some, but I probably identify more conservation than liberal. However, that is because of a belief system, not political views on the rights of others or myself. I am sorry, but it is very interesting that the Supreme Court does not make up "the people" of the United States. However, the new judge is a white male, which makes up 50% of the judges, and males make up over fifty percent. All have a religious affiliation. Ninety percent of the judges identify as Christian or Catholic. Yet in the Constitution in Article 1 it states, "Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof;" However, we have the majority of those interrupting the laws and rights of others being viewed using 90% Christian and Catholic goggles. But Chana do you not identified as Christian? Yes, however I hate the hypocrisy in Christianity. For the good people that only believe in the King James Version of the Bible, (I must laugh at that) Proverbs 15:22 says, "Without counsel purposes are disappointed: but in the multitude of counselors they are established." I want to step out on a limb here and say 'Multitude of Counselors' does not mean people with the same opinion or belief as you. If my purpose is to move WE THE PEOPLE to have rights and uphold laws for WE THE PEOPLE then probably my counsel and counselors need to be made up of a MULTITUDE of WE THE PEOPLE, not majority Christian/Catholic males. Also as a disclosure, I want to apologize to my Catholic fellow Americans, because the dogmatic Christians are using you to gain a political foothold and always have. I wish you would or could wake-up from that. They now want you to help over turn Roe Vs Wade and abortion laws, by using your belief system. However, do not for one second think that they do not have their 16 year-old daughter on birth control, or their wives. Hypocrisy!! Others should have the right to have their own belief system. That is called Freedom.

War is coming. The divide will be the ancient tell of religion verses humanity. Jesus was put on the cross over this type of divide. War is coming where no stone will be left unturned. Those who think that they are on top of this will end up being on the bottom. There will be a rise of the people, because it is not the multitude giving counsel. The voices that we shut out with our belief systems dealing with race, gender, religion, and age discriminations, they will rise. War is coming. It will be as a Civil War crying out for Civil Rights and Liberties. Will we hold onto belief systems that divide and conquer or will we reach out a hand to understand difference? I am sure Sociologist are foaming at the mouth. It is ironic that the core, or who Christians say is the core of their belief system died for are the very ones their hypocrisy effects the most... Not the righteous, but the sinners, and those that think they are righteous missed the mark all together.

Saturday, July 7, 2018

Batter Up

This five hour sleep thing is not the gig I like to have, but it seems it is my summer life.  Last night we did not get home until midnight.  I played softball for the first time in seven years.  I was nervous and excited all at the same time.  There was a time that I was an athlete.  Trained and skilled...ohh cocky.  It was my life.  Not just softball, any sport I was allowed to play.  I don't want to say I am washed up, but ggiirrrlll my legs do not move like they use to and having a chest the size of mine is not runner friendly. (Thanks to childbearing)  I had a youth pastor (female) once always tell me, "You just wait...Fat happens."  I never believed her and would pass it off, but guess what... "Fat Happens."  Competitive drive is my drug of choice.  I do not care if it is cards, tennis, washing dishes, getting from point A to point B,  puzzles, board games, kickball, well you get the picture... I want to win.  Be faster, smarter, better then the competition.  After saying all of that, I want to say to myself, "Idiot."  Because this morning my legs feel like jello, and I can't swear to it, but my shoulders feel as though I have been body building in my sleep.  Which brings me to wonder if I can fit into any of my t-shirts.  Once again I want to say to myself, "Idiot."

Now for the five hour sleep...guess who is the reason for that? CHARLEE!! (puppy) I will give some of the guilt this morning to my stomach.  I woke up starving.  I am sure it was because my body is not use to burning up that type of energy.  The woman that batted before me was fast and in her day was an athlete and still is involved in sports like me. However, she would challenge the other team in the field and would run... every time we were on base together... I thought to myself, "Shit. Here we go...run...run..."  Don't get me wrong that is exactly how you are suppose to be, but for me I was just getting back in the swing of things.  I loved every minute of it.  I was getting my fix.  Not sure how long it will last, but I know like an addict I will begin to want more.  That is why everyone in life needs a Tandy.  One that will say, "Now Chana Dawn.  Shit Fire Chana Dawn."  Yet be your biggest cheerleader.

I will tell you what was pretty awesome about last night.  My boys.  I preach and coach the boys about techniques with sports all the time.  I know techniques, and after I got warmed up they got to see mom swing to the fence.  After seeing it, they were so hopeful I would hit a homer, however just a couple hit the fence.  They ran out to centerfield hoping to catch my ball.  Last time I played they were maybe 3 and 2 years-old.  I would sit them in the dugout and tell them to stay there while I was in the field.  They would sit in the mud and dirt with their matchbox cars, happily playing in the mud.  It is crazy how fast they have grown and things have changed.  Plus for me, fat happened so quickly, and Tandy Dixon's cooking doesn't help.

I got my fix, but it has left me hungering for more.  We won, which makes it worse. Maybe not today, because my legs are like jello and shoulders are bulging, but soon.  It will grow until I get another fix.  So no one be surprised when you hear from the top of our hill, "Now Shit Fire Chana Dawn."