Good Lord. It was Easter Sunday today. A day for little kids hiding eggs, family get together over ham and turkey…a day to enjoy.
It was raining here so we stayed home. My husband has asked me not to watch politics on his days off, and so, we enjoyed watching TV today: They had on reruns of Back to the Future, The Goonies, Episodes of Monk, and my personal favorite: The Ten Commandments with Charles Heston.
It was a typical Easter in America. Spring is all around…birds, flowers…people going to church…
Unless of course, you turn on the news which I did tonight and no, there was nothing typically Easter at all:
On the front page of Drudge, some black guy in Ohio killed an old man for no other reason than he felt like killing somebody. He posted it on Facebook. And then he admits he killed 13 other people because he “just snapped.” His girlfriend dumped him, so he calmly went out and shot people. And yet, he was talking to some friend on his cell phone and saying “I love you buddy.”
Complete disconnect here. Complete. (Hope your buddy loves you enough to visit you in jail.)
And while I was enjoying working in the garden outside this weekend, over 27 people were shot in Chicago. Mostly because it seems it’s just fun to drive around and shoot at people for no other reason than because it’s fun. Some were just walking down the sidewalk, or sitting on their porches.
Was Rahm Emanuel spending his Easter with the other democratic elites out in the Pacific Tropical islands with Obama, Michelle, Oprah, Spielberg, Tom Hanks and Springsteen? And I have to wonder, why the richest most famous democrats in the world are all gathered in the vast ocean?
Are they HIDING? Or is this the party where they will all lick their very big ego’s and wounds, and plan their future attacks on Trump?
Don’t you wonder what they are all cooking up? Whatever it is, you can be sure it wasn’t a solution to the blacks killing blacks in Chicago.
And how about this:
In Berkeley California, Trump supporters got in a major fight with Soros’s liberal idiots. Lots of people were hurt, and what exactly were the leftist fighting about? Trump? Really? The liberals found out that Trump supporters don’t believe in “Turn the Other Cheek.”
And I’m not a big fan of it either, in many cases.
And speaking of turning the other cheek…we all know, that if you attack President Trump:
He hits back.
Even though he won a victory against the showdown with North Korea, because the missiles Kim Jun un shot off, did not go well, why then is Russia and China sending THEIR warships to the area?
I also wonder—Has the world always been on the edge of “snapping?”
Sadly, yes. It happened many years ago when it snapped and crucified Jesus, didn’t it?
And every Easter we celebrate it, go figure.
Excuse me while I go and eat my chocolate bunny. I just don’t want to think about all this stuff anymore.
At least, not until, next Easter.
I had a ‘creative’ dream last night. In my dream, I created this beautiful engraved headstone for my parents, both of whom passed away many years ago: It was just ONE gravestone, but it was big enough to cover two graves. On the side, was a stone engravement of my father’s profile. And he was holding in his arms, his wife, my mother. And she was happy, and in love, and young, and cuddled softly in his arms. She was wearing her favorite checkered dress, and her high school saddle shoes. It was them, at the beginning of their love, when their love was fresh and new. Their names were engraved on the right of the stone: the stone replicas of them both…engraved on the left.
This huge headstone was so beautiful in my dream, I woke up and wondered why MORE gravestones of married couples aren’t seen in graveyards. All the graves are separate. Why not make just one gravestone for the couples who mate for life, to be remembered as mates for all eternity? I bet there are many couples that would love that.
I’m sure I had this dream because neither one of my parents got a traditional funeral. My father died first, and my mother donated his body to science. He died of a humongous brain tumor…we thought, naively at the time, that he would go to Washington University and would help the students study brain tumors.
After he died, I put together this big shelving, meant to hold various things…but it was, to me, his headstone. It’s in the kitchen now, holding up bowls and a popcorn machine, and NOW on the very spot where he died, there a statue of King Tut.
That’s my dad’s gravestone. King Tut. I think he would find that amusing.
My mom, also died in our house. She made me promise every day that I would NOT put her name in the papers, nor tell anyone about her death. She too, gave her body to science, hoping it would help someone. Like my father, she too suffered horribly in the last years of her life, paralyzed on one side as was my father. Both with massive damage from hemorrhagic strokes.
The day she died, I was sleeping next to her bed, passed out on the floor, exhausted from the night before. I had been up for over 40 hours trying to suction mucus out of her throat because she had pneumonia.
The nurses would not come.
I remember thinking when they came to take her body away, that there would be no place for me to mourn, and no one to remember her to me. No one knew she died. No one was there to console me, tell me stories about her that only they knew. My husband did the best he could, but now I know that funerals really are a special necessary. To help the people who love them bear the sorrow.
Nevertheless, funerals are too expensive for many now, and I have to wonder…are people cremating and donating because they can’t afford a funeral?
Right above the bed, where my mother died, I put a giant poster of the Neuschwanstein Castle in Germany. Whenever I asked her if there was one place she would want to go, she said it would be to Germany to see that Castle. So, I got a big beautiful gold frame, and engraved what I thought would go on her grave, and hung it right above the place that she died, in her King side bed which seemed to engulf her tiny body.
She never had the money to go to Germany, and I didn’t have the money to send her.
Eight months after my mother died, I had a dream, that her body was going into a cremation oven. It was on New Year Eve, 2002, that I had that dream. Her spirit hugged me before she went into that fire, and the love that I felt from her in that dream was bigger than ANY love I’ve ever felt on this earth. It was surreal. I often wonder if my mother’s body had been cremated that night for real, and why emotions in dreams can be so much stronger than in real life.
It was much later that I found out that bodies donated to science can go ANYWHERE. To dental students, to just about anywhere. The thought of my dad getting his teeth pulled out by a bunch of college students, when the real thing they should have been studying was his brain, left me horrified.
And by the way, in case you think that my parents were not religious, nothing could be farther from the truth. God, in our family, was in your heart, and in the sky, and a mystery to all mankind.
Which is why, the day after the dream, my husband and I both bought a Mega Million ticket, in which, we BOTH had the final number as 7, I took it as a sign from my parents who were thanking me for their lovely headstone that I designed in my head. Saying “See…you’re mates too!”
My mother’s King size bed was donated to the Veterans and in its place is my drum set, sitting under her ‘gravestone’ Castle in the sky. I play Gene Kruppa once in a while, because she always said when I played Gene Krupa’s “Sing, Sing, Sing” it put her to sleep.
You can’t do that in a graveyard. Just putting up the drum set alone would take a good 40 minutes.
So, don’t ask me why I’m telling you all this. It’s just that sometimes, when you have a creative dream…but wait! I just googled ‘coupled gravestones.”
I’m not the only one who had this dream…..darn. I was all ready to go be a stonemason.
You learn something new, every day….I better start saving up now….
After last night’s White House Press Party, and all the “white” folks attacks and nastiness disguised as witty, I thought a nice picture of a lilac field might help.
What did we see last night? The fight for power…is well and alive on the planet.
I plan to buy a lilac bush this spring so that every time I get ‘upset’ I can go out in my yard and take a long smell.
By the way…is this a real picture or a photoshop?
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Here’s some really wonderful pictures to enjoy on a Sunday..
(Thanks to JR)
If you haven’t seen this, it will definitely start off your weekend with a smile.
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The TV show, Ninja Warriors, is always fun to watch…but how can you tell a REAL master of anything?
If they make it look easy, they truly ARE the best, and this young man really is a natural climber.
Something tells me that Isaac Caldiero is not going to be a bus boy all his life.
(Thanks to Kim Komando)
To everyone who reads this blog: I just wanted to let you know I’m going to be out-of-town for a few days–It’s the last of summer here, and gas is the cheapest its been in a decade. I plan to get sunburned, float on a big raft down a cool river, and forget the world and all its problems.
I’ll be back to posting on Tuesday.
I hope everyone will have a great holiday (here in the States at least) –don’t labor too much, and drive carefully.
Until then, enjoy this lovely picture of the moon….see you on Tuesday!
Okay. This isn’t funny, but it’s pretty wonderful stuff.
Enjoy…I did. (Thanks to JR)
Written by the late Andy Rooney—
I’ve learned…. That the best classroom in the world is at the feet of an elderly person.
I’ve learned…. That just one person saying to me, ‘You’ve made my day!’ makes my day.I’ve learned…. That having a child fall asleep in your arms is one of the most peaceful feelings in the world.
I’ve learned…. That being kind is more important than being right.
I’ve learned…. That you should never say no to a gift from a child.
I’ve learned…. That no matter how serious your life requires you to be, everyone needs a friend to act
I’ve learned…. That sometimes all a person needs is a hand to hold and a heart to understand.
I’ve learned…. That simple walks with my father around the block on summer nights when I was a child
did wonders for me as an adult.
I’ve learned…. That life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes.
I’ve learned…. That money doesn’t buy class.
I’ve learned… That under everyone’s hard shell is someone who wants to be appreciated and loved.
I’ve learned…. That to ignore the facts does not change the facts.
I’ve learned…. That when you plan to get even with someone, you are only letting that person continue to
I’ve learned…. That love, not time, heals all wounds.
I’ve learned…. That the easiest way for me to grow as a person is to surround myself with people smarter
than I am.
I’ve learned…. That everyone you meet deserves to be greeted with a smile.
I’ve learned… That life is tough, but I’m tougher.
I’ve learned…. That opportunities are never lost; someone will take the ones you miss.
I’ve learned…. That when you harbour bitterness, happiness will dock elsewhere.
I’ve learned…. That I wish I could have told my Mum and Dad that I love them one more time before
I’ve learned…. That one should keep his words both soft and tender, because tomorrow he may have to
I’ve learned…. That a smile is an inexpensive way to improve your looks.
I’ve learned…. That when your newly born grandchild holds your little finger in his little fist, that you’re
hooked for life.
I’ve learned…. That everyone wants to live on top of the mountain, but all the happiness and growth
occurs while you’re climbing it.
I’ve learned…. That the less time I have to work with, the more things I get done.
Have a great Father’s Day all you great dads! Hopefully, somebody will mow the lawn for YOU!
Dear —all you Nobody readers….
Congress took a break…..
The ‘President’ took a break…
So, I figured it was a good time for me to take a break…I’m long overdue for one. I’ve decided to take a week off….
I’ll be back here next Monday, August 18, with my usual Monday’s Nobody’s Opinion…hopefully, refreshed and ready to rumble!
Be sure to come back!
HAPPY FATHERS DAY TO EVERY ONE OF YOU GREAT DADS!
Nobody Wins: Here we have two nobody inventor winners! Don’t want Obama following you to your girlfriend’s house? Block that signal.
Okay, so I see a few bugs here. What happens when you have to make a call? It looks like you would have to take it out of the ‘pocket’ and then BAM. They’ve got cha.
Or maybe you can put your off pocket hoodie on while you’re making your call….or better yet— Get them to stop spying on you. (Laugh here)
Wait…then the call signal won’t go out.
Anyway, the good news here is, nobody likes to be snooped on, and these two nobodies are trying to do something about it. Good for them!
Nobody Wins: Another big win this week was Ann Coulter’s last column, where she compares Saddam Hussein’s crimes to Assad. When Ann is hot, she is sizzling. Read that here.
Nobody Wins: It was a big loss today when John Kerry kept insisting to Rand Paul that bombing Syria, would not, and should not be considered taking us to war. It’s just an ‘action’ to make Assad stop using chemical weapons. It’s one thing to change the meaning of what the word ‘is’ —but, it’s quite another when your Secretary of State changes the meaning of dropping bombs on a country from a declaration of war, to some sort of friendly warning letter.
Nobody Wins: Another loss went to Miley Cyrus, who bragged about how successful her sex dance was on MTV, because she is reeling in the MONEY! Nobody suggests she get her ears fixed.
Nobody Wins: And on a lighter note, at the zoo today, we were walking around the corner, and we kept hearing loud rhythmic GRUNTS. We came around the corner—-and low and behold…somebody got lucky! (Yes, I HAD to take a picture, wouldn’t you?) If you’ve never seen a Galapagos Turtle having sex, you might want to put that on your bucket list of “uh?” I’m so sorry I did not have my movie camera. His grunts were just great.
What I did notice was that SHE was eating an apple during the whole thing. Which gave me a few ideas……
I have never seen one episode of Two and a Half Men. I once watched about three minutes of it, and Charlie Sheen said something very stupid, and that was about all I needed. Now— the young man who played the kid, Angus Jones, has grown up to become a Seventh Day Adventist, and is advising everyone not to watch it, because, it is crap.
So, why is EVERYONE attacking him now? He was making money off of crap.
How many people in Hollywood are making money off of crap? In that vein, how many ‘people’ in the world are making money off of selling crap? What did Jesus say? If you are guiltless…then who among you can cast the first stone?
Prostitutes of capitalism confess. You made money off of selling us Pamela Anderson running on the beach in a red bathing suit. You made money off of cotton candy. Let’s not forget the millions of people who bought cigarettes and died of cancer. I could argue my public education was so crappy, I to this day, have trouble with spelling. Crap. Crap. It’s everywhere.
But we are free to pick and choose…are we not? So far. They haven’t chipped Two and a Half Men to be downloaded into our brains…yet.
Frankly, Nobody Thinks if some of our politicians would come to a camera and say, “Hey, all these people up here are liars and they are ruining your life”…even though he was making millions, it would be a start. This Nobody would consider his worthiness for another term.
Good for Angus. Stating the obvious. Not too many do.
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Here in Missouri, the cops like to get their man–especially if he is lying paralysed flat on his face, down next to the highway, and can’t move.
They HAD to keep this young boy from–I guess, rolling onto the highway, (Yes, that’s what they said. Most people would have called an ambulance) or maybe getting their doughnuts out of their hands…so they did what any cop would do…they tasered him 19 times!
It seems, six or seven was not enough.
While Nobody is quite sure how a young boy of sixteen, ended up ‘falling’ from a concrete overpass…while stone sober, but needless to say: IF you are going to commit suicide in Missouri, be sure you do it somewhere where the local cops can’t come and taser you, because you’re still alive. This kid is not talking, and I don’t blame him. I’d take the secret to my grave.
Really. I’m not leaving my house.
This must be the new Obama plan for keeping our cops safe, from dangerous paralyzed comatose citizens.
Taser till you see the whites of their eyes.
(Thanks to amfortas who gets an Nobody’s Award for Keeping me informed about stuff happening in my own state.)