Hey! Guess What? You really DON’T Matter!
Nobody’s Opinion
My sister-in- law and I over the weekend, had a disagreement about who won the Missouri Presidential primary:
“Cruz won.” She said, with the look of a constipated Sumo Wrestler on her face.
“No, I believe Trump actually won.” I said.
“No…I’m sure, Ted Cruz won.”
I wasn’t about to argue with her, she must have heard it somewhere….and she had brought desert.
I let it go. After all, I know how even I liked Ted Cruz at first. Now..I can’t stand the man, and she can’t stand Trump.
Which is why I registered to caucus last Saturday. In fact, I registered a month before, to make sure that Trump would be represented. I hate to admit it, but I didn’t even know what a ‘caucus’ was and had no idea that regular people could attend them, so I was pretty interested…and made SURE that I did everything right to go and ‘caucus.”
I answered AND confirmed over four emails, and found out where I was supposed to go.
As I pulled into the parking lot of the high school last Saturday, I was more than sure that the hundreds of cars in the parking lot were all angry citizens like me, and they were there to get their voices heard.
I got off the elevator and was faced with one woman, who took ONE look at me and instantly hated my guts. I get that a lot. I think it was my “Navy Seal Hat.”
“What’s your name.” she said. And I told her.
She pulled up her computer and was searching for me.
“You are not listed. That means you cannot attend.” She actually spit that out.
“Wait, I was told by four emails to come here.”
Then she said..”Well, you should go to Lewis and Clark.”
“I can’t go there” I laughed. “My husband would kill me. It’s not safe.”
In case you don’t know…that place is a “No-white, near Ferguson” zone. Last time I heard, several murders were committed in the empty building.
She kept looking down on her computer, reading, about me I assumed, and she could see I was not going anywhere.
And then I asked her the question everyone should ask: “What exactly happens at these caucuses? This is my first time.”
“The delegates are picked for who go to the convention,” she said.
“Well, what if you don’t know anything ABOUT the delegates and who they will vote for?”
“They come from the republican party.” And then in a very angry, snotty voice she said. “And we meet once a month.” As if it was some secret society that only the elite could attend, and if I didn’t know about it, and was not a member of it, I had no right whatsoever to even be there.
Basically she let me know that the established people who go to these republican parties PICK the delegates NOT the people.
Trump is finding this out. It’s WHY Jeb Bush, and Ted Cruz can say with confidence that Donald Trump will NOT be the nomination. They’ve know how to steal the election for the people. THEY have the connections in every state. Even Bill Clinton is a delegate.
The establishment Republicans in Colorado just gave Ted Cruz all the delegates without even letting the people vote.
And who knew? The rich guys are now going into the states, and they can bribe delegates with jobs, money, free world trips, anything to vote for Cruz and block Trump.
And it’s all legal!
All this time, the poor nobodies like you and I are watching this American Presidential Contest, where CNN, MSNBC, and FOX are raking in the billions while making the people THINK that there really is a contest and it’s all by the people’s vote!
It’s all a sham! It’s all a fraud!
Okay. So I knew it was despicable. And we also know that whoever the crooks in the BUSH/ROVE GOP globalist pick to run against Hillary, will lose.
But back to the old fat Nazi lady who was looking me up on her computer.
You can BET she knew I was a Trump supporter and she didn’t want to let me in. Either I was sent an email with the WRONG place so that I could not caucus and Cruz would win…
Or, that really was the place I was supposed to go to, and she saw I was for Trump, and just told me I couldn’t attend. 
Before I left she said:
“Wait…I see you are registered at Cannoli’s restaurant.”
Okay, I’ll go there. Hey…it starts at 10am. Can I still get in?”
“No, she said. ” They close the doors at 10, you will not get in. “
This lady basically deprived me of attending the caucus, and she was pretty happy about it. Did she say, “I’m sorry..” ? No. She purposely deprived me of my first caucus.
So that is HOW they do it. Data. They know about every voter in every state, and they are keeping Trump voters out at the door.
I bet I wasn’t the only one in the country that is being denied attendance.
We might as well start a new country. We are no different from Russia.
Our Presidents are picked now by bribes.
Donald is right:
“I watch Bernie. He wins, he wins, he keeps winning, winning and winning and then I see he’s got no chance. They always say he’s got no chance. Why doesn’t he have a chance?” Trump asked during a rally in Rochester, N.Y.
“Because the system is corrupt. And it’s worse on the Republican side.”
Yes, the system is rigged for the elites to pick who they want. And the elites work for the global cartels who run the world.
So..that is why, I let my sister-in-law love Ted Cruz. Neither one of us has a voice in the matter at all.
I hope Donald Trump sues the lot of them.
Nobody Remembers Uncle Robert
Nobody Remembers
Today…I saw my brother cry…for the first time.
He’s 65, so you know it’s been a long time coming.
And it was about a man who neither one of use ever knew: Our uncle Robert. I have always known that my father’s oldest brother was killed at sea, but that was it. Lots of men were killed in WWII, but our parents, when they came home from the war, never talked about it. Never. And my father never talked about his older brother except one time, after his stroke, when he was lying in bed in a hospital, I asked him how his nose got broken.
“My older brother broke it. ” he said.
“Why?” I said.
“I don’t know, he just liked to hit me in the nose.” and then he laughed. In fact, Robert, my father’s older brother, broke my dad nose not once, not twice, but three times. They were raised on the streets …poor kids in downtown St. Louis. Back then, fighting was a daily event.
When the war came both my father and his older brother joined because there wasn’t enough money to feed them at home.
cargo ship
But back to the story…my brother said that Robert was in the navy, and worked on a supply ship. He had joined in January, 1942, and wrote a letter to his mother saying, “Don’t worry mom, we won’t see much fighting, I’ll be fine. “ Basically a dear sweet letter from a son to his mother.
Now my brother said, that sometime in March, just a few months later that same year, this American cargo ship that Robert was on, came upon a mighty Japanese warship, which had bigger and longer guns. The cargo ship my uncle was on didn’t have many guns at all, so the Captain of the ship told the men that day. “We can’t beat them…but we CAN sink them.”
Evidently, all the men on board agreed. They would sacrifice their lives to sink the Japanese warship.
And so, the Captain rammed his cargo ship into the Japanese boat and sank it.
It wasn’t really reported in the news. It was just another battle in the universe of many.
My uncle died a hero on that ship, and the thought of all those brave men, fighting to the end…made my brother burst out in tears with pride and sorrow…which of course made me cry.
And then he finished the story.
Japanese Battle Ship
My grandmother got a box telling her that her son had been killed…but three days later.. She got the letter he wrote in January.
I know my brother wasn’t crying about uncle Robert…not really. Although he is the spit image of him…he looks more like Robert than my dad…but he was crying for the fact that THAT kind of bravery did not make a bit of difference in the America we live in today.
Men are noble, and still sacrifice their labors, their work, their pain, and for what?
Obama is President. OMG. — and the next President might be a maniacal woman, and what the HELL happened? What did all those lives sacrificed and lost for this great American country that we all loved…what the hell was it all for?
My brother and I both, feeling the pain of our country dying. Our father’s generation…gone.
John Wayne is dead. They want to replace him with some fluffy pajama boy.
And I can’t think of a line to end this with except to say-…I couldn’t love my brother more than I did tonight.
About
I am a nobody. If the different classes of America were color-coded, I would be in the yucky brown, one rung up from the bottom. I grew up in Naples, Florida and live near the Mississippi River now with my husband and two dogs. I am part of the slowly disappearing middle-class. I was a musician most of my life: drummer/singer/keyboards—but I retired before the plastic surgery flu hit. I have no degrees, which could be a good thing…depending on how you view our educational system. I do have three patents…but that really doesn’t make me a somebody. The one thing that is constant in my life is my OPINIONS, which i have more than perhaps even Carl Sagan could have imagined…mostly political. (yes…my ancestors were crabby buggers)
Hopefully other nobody’s will put their opinions on my site. But, if you happen to be a somebody, you’re more than welcomed to help out.
It’s my Nobody Opinion that Nobody’s Perfect, and Nobody Cares, that Nobody Knows why Nobody Wins, and when that happens, Nobody Wonders, why Nobody Flashes, why Nobody’s Fooled, but then Nobody remembers that Nobody ALWAYS Reports the truth.
You can email me at joyanna_adams@yahoo.com
Joyanna Adams
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