A Sad Start to the Day – Monday July 25, 2016

I was playing my video game, Fallout 4, around 1:30AM and my phone rang.  Sis, very sad and upset, called to tell me that Dad had passed away at the hospital.  He was there to have his heart checked following some pain.  The stress test had told them his heart was working at about 80%, pretty good.  We had visited Sunday afternoon and had all gone home.  He was talking to Mom on the phone and had to hang up because his shoulder hurt.  He began having pains in his groin.  The doctor called for a scan of the area, then left, telling them to call when the scan had completed and was ready.  Dad coded about 15 minutes later and his heart stopped.  They were unable to revive him.

Mom is hurting badly.  She misses him very much.  The nursing home tells me they will miss him as well.  He was well-liked.  He told jokes constantly, pulled little pranks, and was in the process of finishing up a book he was authoring on the computer – a western tale.  I have promised myself I will finish it, edit it, then publish it on Kindle.

I don’t know how I feel just yet.  I know that can take time.  I haven’t cried yet – that will come at some point; I know that.  We played about 15 games of chess a week.  I had noticed he was having more and more problems playing, but he still didn’t lose them all.

He was a good father.  He and I had our times throughout my life – that is pretty normal for father/son, I am told.  At the end, we loved each other and got along well.  I am happy to have visited him so much at the nursing home.

Life will be so different now; I just don’t know how it will be.

Everyone says it; I will too:   “Love your parents – you just never know…”

Namaste,

Scott

Let’s Play Euchre…I Call Trump!

Well, it’s done now.  Donald Trump is the GOP candidate.  He is the official nominee.  People, like it or not ( I do! ), Donald’s here for the show.  Now, I got an email the other day.  I would like to copy the body below.  Now, I know it’s one of “those” that we normally toss aside.  However, here, perhaps, we should read.  It’s a different perspective that may give some of you the hope you need for the upcoming battle…and, it will be a battle.

THIS NAILS IT ON THE HEAD
A Message For Christians About Donald Trump
Wayne Allyn Root
(Wayne Allyn Root is a Libertarian-Republican, a TV celebrity,
producer, author, CEO, politician, and a born again Christian.)
Jun 24, 2016

I am a Jew turned evangelical Christian. I am also a passionate
supporter of Donald Trump.
I have a message for Christians who don’t like Donald Trump:“YOU’RE
MISSING THE BOAT.”
Christians have Trump all wrong. God sends messages in many forms.
You’re just not listening. God is talking, but you’re eyes and ears
are closed.
Here’s a famous joke about God and how he talks to us.
“A deeply faithful Christian man is stuck on roof of home with massive
flooding up to 2nd floor. Rowboat comes. He says
“No, I’m waiting for God. I’ve prayed and I know he’s coming.”
2ndrowboat. “No, I’m waiting for God.” 3rd rowboat. “No, I’m waiting
for God.”  Water rises. The man drowns. Now he’s meeting God in
heaven.
The religious man says “Where were you God? I prayed. I was faithful.
I asked you to save me. Why would you abandon me?”  God says, “Hey
dummy, I sent you 3 rowboats. Are you blind?”
Did you ever consider Trump is our rowboat?
Maybe God is trying to tell us something important- that now is not
the time for a “nice Christian guy” or a “gentleman” or a typical
Republican powder puff. Maybe now is the time for a natural born
killer, a ruthless fighter, a warrior.
Because right about now we need a miracle, or America is finished.
Maybe the rules of gentleman don’t apply here. Maybe a gentleman and
“all-around nice Christian” would lead us to slaughter.
Or do you want another Mitt Romney, Bob Dole, John McCain, Gerald Ford
or Paul Ryan? Did any of them win? Did they lead the GOP to “the
promised land?” Did they change the direction of America? No, because
if you don’t win, you have no say.
Paul Ryan couldn’t even deliver his own state, Wisconsin!
And as leader of the House, Paul Ryan rolls over to Obama like my dog
rolls over for a scrap of food, or a steak bone. He’s a useful idiot.
Nice, but obedient. I mean Paul Ryan…not my dog. My dog is actually a
pretty good defender and loyal.
Maybe God is knocking on your door so loud, but you’re not listening.
Maybe God understands we need a “war leader” at this moment in time.
Maybe God understands if we don’t win this election, America is dead.
It’s over. The greatest nation in world history will be gone.
Finished. Kaput. Adios.
And with one last breath, maybe what we need to save us at the last
second, is someone different. Someone you haven’t ever experienced
before- because you weren’t raised in rough and tumble New York where
nothing good gets accomplished unless you’re combative, aggressive,
outrageous, on offense at all times, and maybe just a tad arrogant
too.
Someone with a personality you’ve never seen on stage at your church.
Maybe, just maybe, being a nice gentlemanly Christian would not beat
Hillary, and her billion dollars, and her best friends in the media
who will unleash the dogs of hell upon the GOP nominee.
I guess you think God is only nice and gentlemanly.Really? Then you’ve
missed the whole point of the Bible. When necessary God is a pretty
tough guy. When necessary, God strikes with pain, death and
destruction. When necessary, God inflicts vengeance.
Maybe you think God couldn’t possibly be associated with someone like
Trump. Trump is too vicious, rude and crude. When we won WWII, was God
“nice?” Were we gentlemanly when defeating Hitler? Were we gentlemanly
when firebombing Germany? Were we gentlemanly when dropping atomic
bombs on Japan? Is God ever “nice” on the battlefield? Or does he send
us vicious SOB’s like General George S. Patton, so the good guys can
defeat evil?
It’s pretty clear to me God sends unique people to be “war leaders.”
That’s a different role than a pastor or church leader. God
understands that.
Maybe God purposely sent Trump instead of the nice Republican powder
puffs like Paul Ryan, or Mitt Romney, or John Kasich because he wants
us to win.
And maybe it’s time to re-define “nice.” Maybe Mitt Romney and Paul
Ryan aren’t nice at all- because they led us to defeat. And losing
again would mean the end of America. And God can’t allow that.
Maybe Romney and Ryan mean well, but the road to hell is paved with
good intentions.
Or maybe they’re just jealous they had their chance and blew it. Maybe
they’d rather help elect Hillary than allow a Trump victory that would
make them look weak, feckless and incompetent.
I was reading the Bible this morning and I found the perfect verse
that explains the success of Donald Trump…
“Even the youths shall faint and be weary, And the young men shall
utterly fall, But those who wait on the Lord Shall renew their
strength; They shall mount up with wings like eagles, They shall run
and not be weary, They shall walk and not faint.” (Isaiah 40:30-31)
It’s almost like God created this verse for Donald Trump and this
moment in history.
Trump is our energy. More energy than any candidate EVER. He took on
the 16 best candidates in GOP history…all younger than him…all
with better political credentials…and destroyed them with his
energy. You mean that kind of energy in a 70-year old isn’t inspired
by God?
Trump renews our strength. Or does the all-time record turnout and
all-time record votes for a GOP presidential primary candidate not
define “strength?”
With Trump we mount up with wings like eagles. With Trump as our
leader there is nothing we can’t do. Any man that can build
skyscrapers in Manhattan and vanquish 16 presidential opponents, while
spending almost nothing…can lead us to the heights of eagles.
With Trump we run, we are not weary. Just when we get tired of the
fight against Obama, Hillary, big government, big business, big media,
big unions…just when it all seems impossible to overcome the
powerful forces of evil… along comes Trump to re-energize us.
Trump inspires us. Trump gives us hope. Trump gives us confidence in
victory. Trump gives us just a touch of arrogance. Maybe God
understands that’s exactly what we need right at this late stage to
save America.
God is about miracles. We don’t need a “nice guy” or a “gentleman”
right now. It’s the 4th quarter and we’re losing 14-0. We need a
miracle.
So let me repeat my message to Christians:“YOU’RE MISSING THE BOAT.”
I believe Trump is our miracle. I believe Trump is our rowboat.
Except he’s more like a battleship!
No one is saying Trump is perfect. No one is saying Trump is a perfect
conservative. But he is a patriot. He is a warrior. He is a
capitalist. He is the right man, at the right time.
Yes, he’s a bit rude and crude and offensive. But that may make him
the perfect warrior to save America, American exceptionalism,
capitalism and Judeo – Christian values.
The choice should be easy for Christians. It’s Trump…or it’s the end
of the America.

*No, I am not going to say anything more, except – listen to that small voice in your soul that often speaks and we ignore it.  See if it tells you there may be a bit more to the email message than you might have thought.  It helped me.  I needed some strengthening.  I am voting for Trump, but now I feel even better.
Namaste,
Scott

Superhuman?

I have never really thought of myself as a super anything.  I was jumping around on Facebook (not an Olympic event or even a strong skill) and came across a video that I was glued to.

Superhumans

I hope you can all watch this video.

It is about all the superhumans in the world (the disabled who do things that even many non-disabled people can’t or won’t do).  It isn’t a particularly long video, but if you pay attention it is quite impressive.

Now, I will go back to my first statement on here: I have never really thought of myself as a super anything.

Yet, when I look back on the last 6+ years, I see a person who “died”, who had a traumatic brain event strong enough to cripple him, and I see him now being normal in many ways.  Yes, I  have short-term memory problems.  Yes, I have balance problems.  And, yes, I have vision problems.  But, I am told and I am seeing that I am compensating very well for those.  I can’t work a full-time job because of balance issues and fatigue issues mainly, but I do several small jobs.  I also chauffeur my Mother 2 days a week, visit my Dad 5 days a week, and help Sis get prepared for her surgery.  I run my own household, do a heck of a job balancing the budget, and I work on my computer (play and fun) a lot.  I play “Words with Friends” on Facebook – 30+ games at a time and win just over 82%.  I play online poker (fake money) on Facebook (WSOP), have 2 accounts (PC and Tablet – not my fault) – with $76million and $7million respectively and I haven’t paid a cent!

I have a good social life and even date some.

All-in-all, I think I maybe am a bit superhuman.  Sounds good.  Now, just what to call me?  Superdude, Supernerd, Superscott…too many choices.

Have a super day.

Namaste,

Scott

A Look at Transgenders

I was watching a clip about a young, 4 year old, male who decided she is a girl.  For her it was such a natural choice and it would be difficult to argue with her.  Especially since her parents are 100% behind her.  The father is worried for her as life may be more difficult, but he still stands behind her.

I listen to all the talk and the arguments about how children should be “who God made them to be” or “they aren’t old enough to make that sort of choice.”  Really?  Are we always going to try and bring everyone to our “side” by stating that “God wants it so”?  My own idea of God has been that He (She? It? Other?) is perfectly okay with whoever we choose to be and however we choose to express that.  You can imagine the problems I receive with that from others.  I generally respond with “that’s your choice” or “that’s not how I believe”. I don’t care for arguing, especially about religion.  I feel very comfortable and strong in my own faith; I don’t need the faith of others.

But back to the topic.  As far as being old enough to choose,  in a sense, with a strong enough expression, 3- 5 may be the best age for expression of that type.  They are not yet conditioned to believe they have no choice in the matter.  And, a lot of the ridicule may well be gone by the time they are in high school.  Acceptance comes early when it is expressed early, in my opinion.

It doesn’t work for everyone, but think of this:  if you were born one sex and “knew in your heart and brain that you did not feel comfortable with that born-choice, what would you do?  Would you acquiesce and remain your birth gender and be miserable or try for a change?  If that seems too easy for you, pick something you love and ask what would happen if some seriously tried to take it away.  What if the law was on their side?

I have had the honor and privilege to have 1 transgender m-to-f  people in my life directly.  She is sweet and wonderful.  I have spoken to 2 others.  They were pleasant and nice, if a bit nervous and scared of society.  The one is a friend; we talk when we get the chance.  I like her.  She is unwavering in her decision and comes across strong in that area. I am very happy to know her and to call her friend.

I have a lot of friends who society labels as “Different”.  I am certain that society, some of it, labels me as “Different”. I am comfortable in my shell.  I am becoming more comfortable as time goes on and I learn more.

Transgenders are p-e-o-p-l-e.  They have feelings and have lives.  If you don’t like the idea then simply don’t become friends.  Try to stay away.  But the ridiculous fear and stigma should not exist.  I am happy that so much of this last teenage generation is putting aside all of these biases and bringing bigger portions of the world together.

There may be some hope for us yet.  Biggots, racists, and all other people who are biased should simply step down and let the new world order take over, at least, as far as this is all concerned.  We have a lot on our plate in order to survive another 100 years.  Let’s take this one item, a big one, off and deal with the rest.

Namaste,

Scott

 

I do Cry…Really!

It has been awhile.  The stroke took some of my emotions away, I believe.  I am not quite as sensitive, at least, overtly.  However, beautiful things can bring me to tears.

Specifically, here, I want to show you a young woman whose voice brought me to tears.  I really didn’t know it until I felt the tear drop from my cheek, but there it is.

I am not afraid to cry.  I think it takes strength in some situations to cry.  I have watched tear-jerker movies and not been moved, only to tear up at a sensational point in an action movie.  But music, music does it best.  I get really sensitive on shows like “America’s Got Talent”, “Britain’s Got Talent”, “Netherlands”, or “The Voice” – shows like that where people who may have come from nothing reach out and touch us for a brief second.  When the audience and judges get it, so often I do too, in tears.  Never a river, people, usually just a single tear, but it tells me something got to me and I let it – I enjoy the emotion.

So here we are…listen for 4-5 minutes as Laura, 14, spellbinds us:

Laura Sings

Namaste,

Scott

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