The Firing Of Wendy Bell

In this so-called "politically correct" have you ever once considered that we have been pushed into it for a reason?  It is hardly about looking after minorities of every persuasion.  It is about silencing our voice.

The firing of Wendy Bell looks as though once again, someone was made a scapegoat.  She isn't profiling.  It appears she told the truth about something that happened.  Because these folks are black is has to be about 'racial profiling.'  Give me a break!

I am beyond sick of this nonsense!  Until you walk in someone's shoes, you will never know how they fit.  Do you need to walk in them?  Hardly.  You do need to come from a place of love and compassion.  For all people.  Let's look at what Wendy Bell said:

You needn’t be a criminal profiler to draw a mental sketch of the killers who broke so many hearts two weeks ago Wednesday. I will tell you they live within 5 miles of Franklin Avenue and Ardmore Boulevard and have been hiding out since in a home likely much closer to that backyard patio than anyone thinks. They are young black men, likely teens or in their early 20s. They have multiple siblings from multiple fathers and their mothers work multiple jobs. These boys have been in the system before. They’ve grown up there. They know the police. They’ve been arrested. They’ve made the circuit and nothing has scared them enough. Now they are lost. Once you kill a neighbor’s three children, two nieces and her unborn grandson, there’s no coming back. There’s nothing nice to say about that.

But few bothered to follow the rest of her comments.  She wasn't putting blacks down.  She was talking about a particular group of people.  Had it been white, would she still be employed. But don't take my word for it, read it yourself.

She also goes on to contrast the 'young black men' with a black teen she witnessed bussing tables at a restaurant, saying that teen would 'make it'.

Bell also mentions how she praised the black teen's work ethic to the restaurant manager, then wondered 'how long it had been since someone told him he was special'. 

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The firing of Wendy Bell continues to set a standard for keeping quiet.  Don't make a comment - about anything.  Doing this ensures big brother can continue to control you.

Who cries for Wendy Bell?

To Florets

Good Friday.   A healthy rain last night offered a beautiful backdrop with dampened mulch and a colorful spring garden.  A cool mountain breeze vibrates the tiny pansies on my front porch table.  White, cream, orange.  On the table between the two rockers are four deep orange gerbera daisies.
While I took several photographs, the one I really enjoy is the center, shown in the photograph above.

"Daisies are not made of just one flower. A Daisy is made up of two types of flowers - disk florets and petal-like white ray florets. The disk florets are at the center and the ray florets are at the periphery but they are arranged to give the impression of being a single flower. This arrangement on Daisies is a type of inflorescence known as a capitulum.

The stems of Daisies are smooth and leafless and support a single flower. Daisy plants have 3 - 4 inch flower stalks. The Daisy leaf texture varies and may be smooth or hairy, narrow at the base and slightly lobed. The Daisy flower stalks are generally longer than the leaves."  aisies are not made of just one flower. A Daisy is made up of two types of flowers - disk florets and petal-like white ray florets. The disk florets are at the center and the ray florets are at the periphery but they are arranged to give the impression of being a single flower. This arrangement on Daisies is a type of inflorescence known as a capitulum.The stems of Daisies are smooth and leafless and support a single flower. Daisy plants have 3 - 4 inch flower stalks. The Daisy leaf texture varies and may be smooth or hairy, narrow at the base and slightly lobed. The Daisy flower stalks are generally longer than the leaves."

http://www.theflowerexpert.com/content/growingflowers/flowersandgeography/daisies

Happy Easter!

The Sleeping

So few take the time to examine how their taxpayer dollars are being spent.  First it was a totally unnecessary performing arts center for the local highschool.  A senior center was built which is beautiful but isn't used enough.  Now the high school which already needs millions of dollars in repairs wants astroturf.

Astroturf.  For high school.  The county commissioners pledged $515,000 of our taxpayer dollars toward it.  Apparently the spent away superintendent and his board comrades felt guilty about the expenditures, or my phone call to them or perhaps even the commissioners said, 'raise the rest.'  They need $200,000.  I am beyond aghast.  I doubt they can raise that kind of money.

So the populace continues to sleep while their hard earned money is wasted.  Don't misunderstand me.  Our commissioners do a nice job.  They are solid folks.  But we do not need to waste money.  It tells the students money grows on trees.

Now I know a few folks who think this is a good idea.  They also would like a skate park.  Maybe they will get it.

What they fail to take into consideration, that is the sleeping populace,  is that the astroturf doesn't last long.  It will need to be replaced.

Spending is overboard.  Again.  The populace continues to sleep.  Until their bill rises to pay for it all.

Writing Your Heart

It is always a challenge, a balancing act of speaking the truth while maintaining a healthy and positive self.  One of the things I see, I absolutely love, is how people are coming together.  They are doing it for the highest good of all.  And that, for the most part is the 99%.

If you read my blog with any regularity, you know I am well nigh disappointed with the 99%.  They allow way to much to happen and don't stand up.  They are played by the 1%.  Just look around and see who is on their cell phone.  Notice who gives you face time while in your company.  I guarantee few do.  They will figet with their iPhone, droid, or some other device.  Yes, they are hooked and they bought into exactly what the 1% hoped.  They are little robotics.  Their thought process is limited to the next 'feel good' activity.

Meanwhile, the1%, the people who have usurped power are making decisions with their resources, natural and monetary (which are essentially the same) and they foot the bill.  On a local level in the county where I live, the drones once again are snowballed. A principal and school board want astroturf.  Yea, yea, I know they are allegedly improving astroturf.  Marketing tells us there are less injuries.  Ask the pediatricians who repair these children.

Recently, the superintendent of schools went on a local radio show marketing the benefits of astroturf.  Since when did we pay him to market his wish list on taxpayer dollars?  Sadly, no one asks the question about safety, or the fact that astroturf will need to be replaced in some fifteen years or less.   And, it isn't just about this expensive astroturf.  It is about building a performing arts center for a high school that was pushed through some years back.  And buying more military equipment for wars we create.

I'm sick of it!  Sick of the 99%.  Sick of the political correctedness.  Who says I have to be politically correct?  Yes, ALL lives matteer.  Oh right, more controls aimed at the masses.  Keep us in line so we won't stand up.  Well you have been pretty successful on this with the 99%. But not with me.

I will continue to write my heart. The drones aren't just in the sky.

Cancer, As Usual

A few years ago, I penned a blog about cancer.  As usual. But wasn't
'usual' that I wrote about cancer.  It was 'usual' that so many get it. Too many.  Too many of my friends.  Some have passed because of it.  Others got through draconian treatments and survive.

Now another friend has it.  She isn't a person in my inner circle of friends, but I have had coffee and meals with her over the years.  Most by happenstance.

At the funeral of a friend she made a comment that has forever stayed with me.  In speaking of herself she commented, "No one would attend my funeral."  I was aghast she made that comment.  Sad she felt so unloved and cared about.  The other sadness is that she is not a warm person and has a rather negative view of people.  Of life. she was not one to attract people.  I hope that will change now.

In a blog she wrote about her lack of empathy for others.  I felt that early on with her.  No wonder she felt no one cared about her.  She wasn't able to empathize either for herself or others.  And sadly, this experience may just give her that.  Though I wish, pray, it were otherwise.  No one should ever have to endure the treatment.

Too many people are sickened with this disease.  The air, water, land, food has been systematically poisoned by those in power.  Some say it is to lessen the population.  Yet, they, do, get it, too.  Do they really think they are immune.  It is all about the money.  Always.

Steve Jobs, a ruthless individual, founded a computer company, and suffered terribly at the end of his life with the disease.  I wonder if he had to do it again, would he take a difference course in his life.

So many of us dread mammographies.  Mine is coming up soon.  A few call backs.  Always negative.  After each one I make a new pledge to do things different.  Better.  To smile more.  Help more. Open my heart more.

When I wrote back to my friend, my hands would not move on the keys.  I was too much shock.  Saying I am sorry wasn't enough.  So once again, I offered my help, thoughts and prayers.  After all, isn't that what a friend does?

We care enough.

Circular Experiences

A early morning rain follows a day of sun and no sun.  It is warm and inviting.  Rose colored hyacinths will the stacked stone garden along the driveway.  Droplets of rain ping in the rainwater collection barrel outside the sunroom where I am sitting.  Low cloud cover cascades over the mountain.  The grass is verdant with remants of bulbs left behind when the garden was removed. Daffodils, hyacinths, liriope, snowdrops and purple irises remain.

They remind me of scattered thoughts left behind.  A precursor to astronomical events.  Like this week's solar eclipse.  This past solar eclipse was significant.  It begins a healing of a wound deep within your soul.  Endings and beginnings. Like the garden that no long served.  Bulbs left behind that will be used in more significant areas.  Reminders of the many things that come up for us in our scattered lives.  Things we can change be changing their importance.

Almost immediately, I noticed a huge shift in energy.  Like a weight had been removed.  Lightness was all around.  In speaking with others, they had experienced the same thing.  I remember talking to my astronomy professor in college about the astrology/astronomy connection. He spoke about how veins tighten and loosen depending upon planetary positions, full moons, etc.

In the spring
birds will sing
children will play
the whole day
plants will grow
to and fro
it's spring - ya know

10 year old ME

Stealing America

Not a day goes by when we don't hear about more of taxpayer rights, and land being stolen, usurped by government. Public land, national park, state parks and now just less than eighteen acres of county land is being stolen.  Once told this would be a county park we now learn that business in western North Carolina will use land that county taxpayers are just now starting to enjoy.  The first few years, the county will make $1 off this acreage -  about $400,000 we are told over ten years.

Since when did government become a business?  Since when was government allowed to utilize taxpayer land for a private corporation to profit.  This hits home hard.  My home.  For many years, I have enjoyed quiet times along the river.  It is my favorite place to drive.  To be.  It feels more than sacred.  If this plan goes through, my refuge is gone.  Thousands of people who do not call the county their home will use this land. Traffic will dominate the small roads as will more litter, more runoff, more pollution.  It will become another heavily trafficked small road by the gorge in Swain County where the Nantahala Outdoor Center (NOC) has its main facility.

This is a tiny river.  A silly river by any kayakers imagination. Grade 1 and maybe 2 at best.  A puddle pool.  For the past few years, I have enjoyed sitting along the river taking in the quiet, watching the two herrons and enjoying the splash as water finds its way down the rocks, the natural occuring waterfalls that was left after Duke Energy removed the non-working hydraulic dam.  A deal done through the Federal Energy Regulatory Commission ( FERC) who has a history of siding with energy companies.  Could it be that FERC is comprised of former energy company executives?

One day at a time, our peace is stolen by government.  Federal, state or county.  It doesn't matter.  I bought land on this side of the county because of the quiet.  Looking at other towns within this county, this area offered something none other did.  Open, easy access to services I utilize and a sense of peace.  Close to the river. Undeveloped.

All of this pushed through plan quietly promised by politicians behind closed doors who have no clue in land use planning, no long range views of how to protect sacred property and clearly, no interest in citizenry.  Perhaps what is worse than these politicians is the 99% of the taxpayers who won't do a thing to protect this land.  And, they probably never will.