Nobody Wins with Reparations
Nobody Wins: I couldn’t stop laughing at this lady…with the Africa sign behind her…and wondering what kind of house she lived in, what college she went to, whether HER ancestors had ever owned slaves, and when was the last time SHE was a slave. The whole concept of “My ancestors hundreds of years ago were slaves therefore HAND ME THE MONEY.” is absurd. It’s extortion. It’s like saying to any person of any color of skin, “Hey, you owe me money because long ago, in a galaxy far away, somebody in my family picked cotton for you. I want your house…give it to me. “
Basically, it’s thievery. Steal money from one group of people and hand it over to another. Didn’t all these black people study in all their churches learn “Thou shalt not steal?” Oh…let’s ignore that.
What this lady is REALLY mad at is that they are giving illegals/mostly hispanic/ money now. And that’s less for them, so they want a piece of that pie…never mind that they voted for the black democrats that are now ‘replacing’ the vast money grap bag with another race, of a sort of lighter color. For much too long, the blacks have gotten a free ride…affirmative action put many of them through college, even though they left all their grade school systems prisons of ignorance. But no matter. The color of their skin has gotten them rewards for decades now. The government filled the welfare office with black employees so that they could dish out as much as they could.
And now, they are furious that here comes, another race, that will actaully WORK for their pay. Not many people know this, but even when building the White House, blacks were hire, but goofed off so much that Abigail Adams could stand it no more. She replaced them with Irish white workers who got the job done.
Remember that next time you hear them claim “WE BUILT THAT HOUSE.”
Now, I live in a 60 percent all black area. The ones that have JOBS, know the con, and know they’d better be nice to the whites. They also see what is coming. And they are not falling for this lady, who is hyping up the “Blacks NEED that money more than the illegals. We DESERVE that free money!”
Nobody deserves free money. Unless they were injured serving some dumb war somewhere and lost legs, limbs, and cannot work.
But she is funny. The democrats have used the blacks for their own selfish reasons…to get themselves rich. Carpetbaggers. But notice this lady does not condemn the democratic party.
Abraham Lincoln once wanted to start an African area nation so that they could all go back there, he felt so sorry for them. But keeping the race card alive? That BIG money in the pockets of the democrats.
So lady, you’re mad? Hate it here? There’s always Africa! Go ahead, I hear it’s a wonderful place.
I’m sure YOU have enough money to buy a first class ticket!
Grok VS Chatbot
Nobody’s Fool: Mr. Reagan, is one of my favorite pundits. Wicked smart, and also very entertaining, he takes a run at the new A.I.s on Google and Microsoft…etc, and comes to the conclusion that GROK is the best. If you are trying out these new tools, you MIGHT want to give this a watch. These forums are all out for our attention: So Enjoy…the educational and fun, Mr. Reagan. He’s NEVER been anybody’s fool.
Elon Musk: The Knight in Shining Stainless Steel
Nobody’s Opinion:
The universe was actually creating a big mess for me today. I was watching CNN and this investor named Dalio was on State of the Union, and frankly, I was ready to write the blog. Get me to the computer. This was at 8.00 a.m. I spent, no lie, almost all the day coming back to the computer and trying to upload that video, because you needed to SEE what Dalio was saying.
Well, the day went on, and I finally gave up at about 10 pm. It’s now going on 11, and the first video I saw was this! Boom! Wow, that was easy. So I watched it.
Like most middle class (Lower now) people, we all thought electric cars were not practical. We would have to wait hours in line, or spend thousands upgrading our houses just to buy one. You’ve all heard the stories. Electric cars were to many of us, just a way to keep us from traveling. Freedom gone. The great American promise. The globalists are choking all oil production. We hated them for it.
Then Musk bought Twitter…and so, I started looking into this man. And then it hit me. He used the governments and investors to jumpstart the future. I realized that really…
The future has to catch up with him. He alone is making that future.
How he did this was nothing short of the most brillant mind ever to walk the planet. Of course, you have to be a little on the curiousity side to figure this out. The propaganda in the light of reality is really thick.
But I was curious. His voice. I listened.
So, I think by researching and reading,I finally understood the mind, the man, as best a Nobody can, and okay…wow. The electric car is just the beginning. He will basically revolutionize the world. And if you doubt that, watch this video.
I can’t wait to get one of his phones. This man is a knight in shining stainless steel. Rockets to Mars? Colonizing Mars?
He will do it.
I can’t seem to get enough of this brain. I want to put a tap in it, and pour it into my morning coffee or tea. And get refills at lunch and dinner. And for once in my life, after many years, things in the world don’t look so hopeless with Elon Musk in it to guide it to it’s future.
Go ahead and watch the video…I think some unseen force, was making my day of searching hard, just so I’d post the right one.
And by the way ladies… watch out for that laugh. It’s addicting.
Nobody Posts a Mother’s Plee
Forgive me readers…I haven’t seen my son in years…don’t where he is, can’t get ahold of him. This picture was taken when he was small. He’s now 43. As you can see from the picture I loved him dearly, and still do.
Kimmie, my brothers wife, probably knows, so I’m hoping she sees this and if she can’t tell me, maybe she will at least send me an email: joyanna5150@yahoo.com.
And Brett, if you see this…try to remember all the good times, and just let me know, you’re okay.
A mother that loses her son, carries a big hole forever.
I love you Brett…and always will. Wherever you are, I hope you are well, and having a great Christmas.
(Thanks to readers who put up with this…It’s the only place I know to reach him.)
Merry Christmas
This was my first attempt at making a video. OMG…help! I was like, where’s SAVE? What’s THAT button? Do what to what?
It’s my New Years resolution to LEARN how to ‘tech’ at least as well as a fifth grader.
May all of you out there…Mrs O, Snopercod, amfortas…and those whose names I don’t know have a fabulous time with relatives and friends.
Hope to hear more from you in the New Year!!
Also to all the X family, and all the wonderful XTWEETS that have kept me so entertained in the last year. Elon, his mom, his brother, and GROK, and A.I. and all those pretty ladies, wonderful poems…
I love you all.
I’m addicted. And so is the rest of the world.
Merry Christmas to everyone!
Nobody Says: GET OUT THERE AND SHOP!
Okay, I was at a local mall tonight, and it was so exciting, filled with families and joy, and even a Santa Claus! It was great. I know, this song is played a million times, but this is the first time I watched the video.
It’s pretty sexy! And a great production: ENJOY!
Tucker and Me
“Open to receive insight and knowledge from the highest level of existence.”
Nobody Knows
Tucker Carlson was talking on a video about this tonight. He thinks SOMETHING is visiting us. He knows it he says, it’s spiritual. Yes, he’s sure.
I have talked to strange events in my life that I could NEVER explain, and could not have happened by MY hand, but by some mysterious entity, some may call GOD, but really, whatever it is, it’s the universe calling. Let me present a few in my life.
- When I was about 19, I had just gotten fired from my job at Western Union. I was to sit in a cubicle all day, and type the phone message to be sent. You were not allowed to drink, read a book, no, you would be fired. I think I got two calls a day, BORED out of my mind I was, and I was fired. Told that “I was just not meant for the job.” Ya think? I really think it was because some of the bosses wanted to ‘date’ the girls and I told them they didn’t have put up with that. So, there I was without a job, and my boyfriend at the time, was teaching me to play the drums. As I was driving one day, I was passing by a hotel…that hired bands, and I said to myself, “Well THAT will never happen in a million years.” Meaning me even getting in a band.
The very next month, I was hire in my first band, and my first job as a drummer in a five-piece band, was there at THAT hotel. Through nothing done by me. DO THE MATH. ST. Lous has a lot of hotels. What are the odds?
- Fast forward a few years. My first husband left my son and I, when he was very young, and he caused all kinds of heartache always threatening to take my son because he didn’t want to pay $75 a week. He was a monster. I don’t remember much but I was at my lowest, I was really out of it, insane…couldn’t hold my spirit. I dropped my son off at a relative’s house, (He was about five) and went to a local park. This park was huge. It was the middle of the day. I sat on a hill overlooking the Missouri River and was trying to decide HOW to commit suicide. I really thought my son and the whole world would be better off without me. Then, all of a sudden walking up the hill, was a middle age woman. Remember, NOBODY was in that park, middle of the afternoon, on a weekday. She came out of nowhere. She walked right up to the bench, and said “Can I sit here?” I nodded yes. I had heavy sunglasses on. Then she started to talk. “I have NO idea why I’m here? I live in South St. Louis, and ALL WEEK LONG I’ve been thinking about coming to this park…it’s so weird.”
South St. Louis was at least 45 minutes away. We talked and I told her my problems and then SHE talked me out of my horrible thoughts. She was the sweetest woman. That was the closest I have ever been to horror. But deep down inside, suicide is really about wanting MORE life, not less. I don’t think I would have done it, in fact I’m sure of it, I loved my son too much, but boy, I do remember that pain. I still think to this very day that the ‘universe’ sent that lady to me that day. She just couldn’t get over that she was to GO to this strange park so far away. And the thought was so strong all week, she just gave in to it.
Did she receive knowledge from the highest insight? You tell me.
- This one’s sort of funny. My dad has a massive stroke and I was taking care of him at home, and since my son HAD no real father, my dad became his best bud. My son had to watch my father go crazy…and when he died, my son took it very hard. Now, four days later, we were walking out the backdoor to our car, and strolling right up the very long driveway, in the middle of the suburbs was a turtle. That turtle walked RIGHT up to my son, and was his best companion for years. I have never seen a turtle in my driveway EVER. We named him George. Who later became Mama George when I bought a few other turtle’s home. And here’s the funny part. I swear George looked JUST like my dad in the last hours of his life. To this day I wonder if my dad sent him a turtle to ease his pain. Think I’m crazy? What are odds?
Okay, this one will CONVINCE you I’m nuts. Calling Tucker Carlson…Tucker! Tucker! Clean up on aisle nine.
It was an Easter Sunday and the family were all getting ready to go out for a fried chicken dinner. I was splashing my face in the downstairs bathroom, in a pretty good mood, and walked into my bedroom downstairs, as I was already dressed, , and the in the middle of the bed were two children, an older girl and a boy, and they were dressed in white old fashioned 18th century gowns, and the both had Easter baskets, and I stopped in my steps, and THEY looked at me, like “WTF?” And I looked at them…like WHAT? Okay. They were kids, but they saw me, I saw THEM, and then I heard a voice say to them in MY Head’ “It’s okay, she’s a good mother.” Assuring them I was no threat. They heard it. I heard it. About 30 seconds later they disappeared.
FIRST off, they were standing IN THE MIDDLE OF MY BED! Second thought, was rather egotistical about only being one thing: Hey, I’m more than a good mother, I’m a pretty good drummer!’ I was arguing back… to whomever decided to tell the kids I’m a good mother. Does this sound like 5th dimensional stuff? Were these two parallel universes mixing in some sort of time warp? I’ll never know, but I remember it happening as sure as I type this. I’m surprised my family didn’t put me away, but they just ignored me as usual.
Okay, this is getting long and I’m sure nobody is reading this, but I’m writing for myself anyway so what the heck. Just yesterday, I was pretty down, and I flipped to a station which had a documentary on Herb Alpert…He was my brother’s favorite trumpet player.
- My brother had trumpet lessons since he was six, and I grew up listening to the albums of Herb Alpert. Why, because my brother would give me Herb Alpert records for Christmas. I ended up being a Beatle fan. When my brother grew up, he was a famous trumpet player in Chicago and “The Lonely Bull” was his bit number. Frankly, he did it better than Herb because he’s just a big ham, and really did it great. So, as I watched the documentary, it showed the love the wisdom and the sheer beauty of Herb’s music. And also, that he went through a terrible divorce and he gave UP playing his trumpet. His found his soul mate, the woman he shares his life with now, and they are so much in love. And she saved him.
Why was this anything Joyanna? Because my brother doesn’t talk to me. He refuses, gives no reason. He’s my only brother. I have no other siblings. But after watching that video I now understand why he loved Herb. I think he is a great man now.
And one more thing, true love does exist. I saw it in the eyes of Herb and his wife.
And that’s the message I got slapped in my face. True love DOES exist in this universe.
The question is: Joyanna are you open to receive insight and knowledge from the highest level of existence?
Where is Tucker Carlson? I need to talk to him.
(Just in case somebody made it this far, please don’t think I’m suicidal. I have bragging rights when it comes to that subject…nobody can beat me when it comes to seeing the face of insanity and telling it to get lost.)
In ending, I think many people have these impossible ‘messages’ from beyond ( and I could go on and on) somewhere and most people just don’t even think about it. But it happens every day, and I’m glad at least one person on the planet (Or maybe many) is trying to figure it out. So lets’s end it on a very happy celebration of life. This song has been played at many a wedding, and that’s called triple tonguing guys…
Now I know why the girls all loved my brother! LOL. He used to play this song too…long ago.
Stroking the Sensitive Nature of …
Nobody Cares: Stroking the Sensitive Nature of “WHAT?”
I had a blog already in my mind today, and was very excited to write it, and then I called a friend about meeting for lunch. Stella is what you call the quintessence of an American woman. She’s 73, and still takes care of not only her own business, but manages her 360-acre farm, with about 40 cows, 15 chickens, a boatload of ducks, 8 horses and 6 cats. She runs her own truck business out of her house. She makes enough money to buy herself a brand-new Mercedes. (If you saw her red Corvette in an earlier post, you know she loves cars.) She rakes in hay every summer to feed the cows in the winter, she’s a one woman wonder. A rare woman indeed. She a good friend.
She plans to leave her farm to her daughter. Micky. I called today to make sure we would meet at 1, but her daughter answered the phone, and right away she started to talk to me.
“How do I convince mom to get a website for the business?” she asked me. Mom was outside. I told her I would try to talk some sense into her at lunch and then I said, “Just go ahead and build one yourself.” Because evidently, Stella was not exactly up for the idea. I gave her a few pointers, but she needs to find out herself.
She’ll do fine.
“If it draws business, your mom will just smile and say…Okay!” I told her.
It wasn’t too much longer after that, that Barb called.
“Hey, can we move the time closer to this morning?” she asked.
“Sure.” I mean, what the heck, I sometimes feel like a prisoner here at home, and I have always made my own time. My office can STAY a mess. I might grow some tomatoes.
Then she said, “Carla bumped her head in the chicken house and her speech is slurry and slow. I told her to drive herself to the hospital.”
“WHAT?” I was in shock. “You said she bumped her head and was slurring her words and YOU LET HER DRIVE?” Okay, I was a bit calmer, but I couldn’t believe what I had just heard.
“Yeah, well, at least she listened to me and took herself there.” Said mom. So proud of herself.
“Okay Stella…lunch is off. Get in your car, and hurry to that hospital. She could have had a stroke Stella, you don’t know, but you also don’t know what kind of care she will be getting. You need to be there to be in control of what’s happening.”
I was speaking from years of experience.
Stella wasn’t convinced…she thought it was just a bump on the head.
I knew that Stella had once been thrown from her horse, years ago, and was alone out in the field, and broke a lot of bones, and suffers still to this day with pain, but she refuses to let ANYBODY know it. She’s just so damn proud. Long story there, but it’s her nature. Don’t complain. Bear the pain. Be like a man. The farmers daughter grew up to make her dad proud.
I’ve had many discussions with her about how she believes she can do anything a man can do. I have to laugh, because she has a awful lot of MAN help around the farm.
So, I’m in a panic: 1st, because she LET Micky drive herself on winding country roads to the hospital, which was 20 minutes away, and 2nd, because she was still convinced, she could go about her day.
“Stella, let your phone business go for one day!” I spoke. I also know business is very slow right now. “She might have had a ministroke. My dad had many mini-strokes before his massive one. Once he fell on the golf course and they thought he was drunk. Then one day, I found him lying on the kitchen floor, and I said, “Dad, what are you doing lying there?”
“I was getting food for the dog.” He spoke. We took him to a local clinic who told us to take him to a hospital. We did. An emergency ward. He laid there from Friday night until Monday morning before he saw a doctor.
His brain had bled so severally, that they couldn’t see any brain for years.
So yeah, you have to watch them.
After I told her this, she said, “Okay, I’ll get to the hospital.”
Tonight, she just called, it’s about 8.30pm here, and told me that Micky had a stroke, her main artery in her neck was damaged, and they had her on blood thinners. And they told her she had Covid.
“For goodness’ sakes Stella, did they give her a vaccine? I talked to her on the phone and she didn’t sound sick at all. “Call her and tell her NOT to get the vaccine.”
“It will just make her sicker.” I warned.
“Okay, I’ll call her.” And then she once again, took credit for telling her to go to the hospital. Stella would NOT have gone to the hospital. In fact, she wanted to meet me for lunch. IN FACT, she then said, that they told Micky her artery would heal back…and she would just fine and “She’d better be because she has to work when I go to Africa.”
Now, here’s where ‘sensitive’ Joyanna comes in. Stella did not thank me for getting her to even GO to the hospital. I was a bit hurt by that. (that damn sensitivity)
But then I remembered that if your family has NO family history of strokes, you wouldn’t know the signs either.
My family has a history of strokes…and the history goes all the way back to JQA having a stroke on the House floor of Congress. Both my parents had hemorrhagic strokes and I took care of them at home for over 6 years. It’s the reason I quit the music business. They were both paralyzed. (Heavy smokers) Luckily, my husband had a job. We managed…but I had no sisters, or brothers to help, and they were both bedridden. My mother ended up on a stomach pump. Let’s just say it was stressful work. Dealing with all the hospital nurses, doctors, and home visits…I could write a book. A book that would rivil a Stephen King’s nightmare. (By the way, he’s become his own nightmare lately.)
I was bound and determined not to put them in nursing homes, because they took care of me when I was little, and I figured it was my turn.
So yeah, I know a lot more about strokes, hospitals, the brain, than most people.
“I’m so sorry Stella, you must exhausted.”
But no, she sounded fine. “She’s coming home Friday and she’ll be just fine.” said Stella.
I wasn’t so sure…a rip in your neck artery? Uh…how long does that take to heal?
So, I think I’ll call Micky again on Friday, and say, “Get better, and spend some time on that laptop. It’s amazing what you might find. And try not to worry your mother. I think she’s still in shock.”
“And whatever you do, don’t let her drive the tractor.”
Nobody Remembers: Rhett Butler’s Kiss
This is a very famous scene in the classic, Gone With the Wind. They don’t play it anymore on cable or TV because God Forbid, the masses see real history. Rhett was rich, and yet, in this scene he decides to go and fight for “the cause.”
When I was younger, I hated Scarlett, but then, as I got older I realized that many of her family would NOT have survived the war without her spunk. Still, she loved the wrong man…Asley. Very stupid. Rhett was the real man, and this was…a onscreen kiss to remember.
This film is another treasure, like Disney, that is being destroyed by WOKENESS.
Enjoy.
It’s in His Kiss: HIT BY A BUS
Nobody Wonders—How many men know this? Ladies? We don’t talk about it much, but how important is that first kiss?
I was thinking about this today. Imagining what my first kiss with my imaginary lover would be like. Mmmm…The first kiss to dream of. One to blaze into the sky: writing all its power into in the hippocampus as a fluster of red-hot, soul-searching, discomposed, explosion of millions of electrons flowing from the lips to the chest, to the groins, and then down to the knees, with the mind saying in wonder: “Now I’ve truly lived.”
Have I ever experienced that kind of kiss? Mmmm…let me think.
Do you remember your first kiss Ladies? To many men, it’s a means to an end, but to ladies…I’m not sure. That first kiss is important.
My first kiss happened in the 6th grade. I was standing in the hallway, between classes, and out of nowhere came Jim Baine. My first kiss was like being hit by a Mack truck. He was an 8th grader…but he was big, and rather good looking in a masculine way. I had noticed him walking in the hallways, and thinking “Well, HE’s way out my league.” Kisses and sex were not even on my mind. (Thank God.)
And then one day, I was just standing up against the lockers, not many people in the hall, and out of nowhere, he came up, pushed me hard up against the wall, and kissed me long, and hard, with deep affection and I was like…”WTH?” And then he walked away. Neither one of us said a word.
Okay. Well. There you go. I guess that was a “kiss.” Gee. What now? If that’s a kiss, what happens NEXT? I thought. Is it like wrestling? Would I survive? LOL.
That one kiss upset the whole school. You see, somebody saw that kiss and reported it to his girlfriend. By the end of that day, that girl, the meanest girl in the school, (Pam the golden Viking Slammer) who made it known she fought with brass knuckles, had gotten together about 30 of her friends, and decided to corner me in the hall and tell me they were going to beat me up. (sigh) All I kept telling them is that it was NOT my fault, and I could care less about him. He KISSED me! I kept repeating. If not for two brave boys in my class, standing between me and the mob, I might have gotten beat up.
So, I went home and ask my dad to teach me how to fight. I’m sure the teachers found out about the ‘plan’ to get that ‘she stole my boyfriend’ mob, and they were watching them, and so the next day, they all let me know, they would get me AFTER school.
Every day I went to school, and tried to stay away from her and her friends. Every day I came home and my brother and father taught me how to fight…fist fight. We had gloves, punching bags, you name it. It took many tries before I could land a good punch.
After a while I got sick of all the tension. The two boys kept by me, and protected me as much as they could, but I knew, one day, it would happen. Those boys couldn’t protect me forever.
So, I made a plan. I found out what bus “Pam” the blond Viking Queen of the middle school gang of terror was riding home on. I knew she would be alone without her backup, and I decided to challenge her.
I got on HER bus home. She saw me. It was a fall afternoon, sunny. And I was ready.
She got off the bus. So did I. I walked behind her and kept saying, “Come on Pam..fight me here. Right now. You want to beat me up? Here’s your chance. Come on. Do it. “
Well, that girl walked so fast, I think the leaves on the ground were flowing off the pavement. She went into the future she ran so fast. She broke into a run, and acted like she never even saw me. She was….scared. I guess she didn’t have her brass knuckles with her.
What happened?
Nobody in the school ever bothered me again. Nobody talked to me much either, but that’s nothing new.
You’ve heard these same bully lessons from boys, but it works for all bullies, I guess.
I think the boys spread it around that I had boxing lessons and it scared her. She said so much bad-ass rantings about how she was going to pulverized me, that even I was surprised she ran.
I went home and told my dad, “Dad, she just ran like a scared little girl?” My dad just smiled and change the channel.
My dad did tell me one thing: He said that a little guy can take a big guy out pretty easily. He had done it plenty of times. Even though, his older brother had broken his nose three times.
“Dad, how come your nose is so crooked?” My older brother broke it three times.
“Why” He just felt like it.
That older brother died in WWII in the Pacific, in the battle of Midway.
Did my dad give me courage? Well, no–. Pam was bigger than me, and really mad.
So, my first kiss was rather. Like being hit by a bus. A bus of unintentional consequences.
I had a lot more to say tonight, about kissing, but it’s getting late, so maybe I’ll go on with this kissing subject in Part II.
Guys? Girls? Go ahead—I dare you to tell me about your first kiss.
In the meantime, I’m going back to my wonderful imagination.
Siegfreid Reinhardt, The History of Space, and the Drummer Girl
Nobody Remembers:
If you have ever spent time at Lambert Field International Airport in St. Louis, you might have seen the huge long mural on the wall, painted by Siegfreid Reinhardt. Siegfried was a famous American painter that lived her in St. Louis, taught at Washington University. He was featured in Time and Life and has pictures at the Vatican. His ART was called superrealism. I remember seeing the full mural of the History of Aviation, AFTER we had become friends. And a few years after he died. He died in 1984.
And he was my dear friend.
Here’s a taste of that mural:
I was thinking about him today. I met him in a bar called “NINO”S which was in a mall, years ago. I was with my girlfriend, and had a wee too much to drink (which for me is about 3 glasses of anything) sitting at a small table in the middle of the room, laughing with Nancy, and he was there visiting his friend NINO, who was also an artist. We all used to hang out at the bar. Nino played Spanish guitar.
I used to go to Siegfried’s house, and play his piano downstairs. His house was covered with drawings and pictures and he had a weiner dog named Heidi that he would yell German commands at. I thought it was the funniest thing.
He also used to come watch me play drums in whatever band I was in, and always gave me lectures to “PROMOTE” myself. Of course, I was…pretty humble about myself..and didn’t take his advice, but I really adored him. Even though he kept trying to date me, I thought he was too old for me. One time we had a small fight and he said to me “Your too sensitive.” He was right. But he was older than me and I think I was coming out of a bad love affair. So, he drew my picture…and put me holding my drumsticks, and I told him I wanted a horse in it, and a necklace with a basketball on it. “My heart has been bounced around too many times.” I told him. So, he did that! Much to my surprise. He drew it, put me at the end of a book he published called FROM ALMOST ANYWHERE, and gave the original to me.
And it came with a poem.
I lost contact with Seigfried. He was a giant of a man, with a big German chest and voice and huge hands. His paintings are about as original as you can get.
I went to his funeral, and to my surprise there were only about 5 people there. I broke out sobbing, and went into the bathroom. Nobody there knew who I was. And the fact that no one else was crying really pissed me off. Go figure.
Today, this Nobody Wonders, If Siegfried were alive, what historical mural would he draw about today?
NASA, SpaceX, Mission to Mar? Star Wars…etc….
I think he would need a better canvas, don’t you?
Nobody Remembers the Cardinal and Disney
How magical Disney was and how sad I remember feeling when I first saw this scene. Snow White was dead! Oh no!
But then, the prince came, kissed her, and woke her up! Joy! Cue in the music and watch Snow White kiss Dopey, and ride off with her prince.
Happy endings, remember those? Disney was great at them.
This scene reminds me of my best friend from High School. Her parents got divorced and so she moved to L.A. with her mom. The next year, I flew out to visit her, and one of my fondest memories was going to Disneyland with her, and we sat on the steps of the Castle and watched the crowds leave at midnight. We talked about this scene. We both thought, at that young age, that Disney had betrayed us. Would we ever find true love? Why did he torture us? She didn’t think so, and I didn’t know. I certainly didn’t want to give up hope. We sat there for hours talking about life. My friend never married, and she died at 47, from a cancerous brain tumor. But before she died in Hospice I told her to “send me a sign”.
And this is what happened…
Her funeral was coming up, and I wanted to send something very special, so I went to the local flowership in the neighborhood. Two ladies ran the shop, a mother and daughter.
” I want to order a BIG ALL RED FLOWERS wreath, I told them. My friend was a BIG fan of the Cardinals in St. Louis.”
So, we were talking and all of a sudden both women started screaming. WTHeck I thought? What could possible make these two scream like that?
And there, flying around was a RED cardinal bird. It had flown in through the back door, all the way up to the front.
Both ladies seemed hysterical. So I said…“Hey, it’s only a cardinal, shhh…I’ll go catch it.
The little guy was standing still on the floor. I held out my hand, and sure enough, he got on. (What are the odds?)
I stood up, and slowly walked him over to the checkout counter. “See, it’s just a cardinal!” I stood there holding him up, and the ladies look at me as if I was missing a few screws.
“I’ll got out the back and let him go.” I finally said. I could tell they didn’t want me to stand there holding him even though I was having fun looking at him.
It was quite a walk to the back door, but the little bird sat still as can be in the palm of my hand.
When I got outside he didn’t move. I thought he’d fly away. But no. So I walked him over to the nearest tree, and tried to get him onto the branches. He just would NOT get on. Mmmmmm is he stunned I thought? No, he didn’t look stunned and I didn’t remember him hitting anything. He just kept looking at me.
After about 5 minutes of me trying to get him to get on a branch, and getting rather frustracted, I thought..and then spoke.
“Is this Shelly? It’s you isn’t it Shelly? This your sign? This is SO like you, always joking around! Shelly, you KNOW I can’t take you home! Mom and the dog are waiting for me in the car, you can’t go with me.”
The bird didn’t budge.
I started to laugh. Good thing there wasn’t any people around. I was talking to a bird. Really. After another few minutes, I put him on the ground. Didn’t want to, but I couldn’t spend an hour holding this little guy in my hand. So, in the grass he went. And then, Instantly flew away.
At the funeral, the next day, there was my wreath at the head of the casket.
And I still think to this day, that was Shelly’s sign. She had a wicked sense of humor. It would be just like her to do that. Tease me by not getting off my hand.
As for Disney? Like Elon Musk said, he would be rolling in his grave if he knew how WOKE Disney land had become. I’m glad I have the memory of spending that day with my best friend and sitting on the steps of that magical Castle.
So, what’s the point Joyanna?
Don’t lose your old VHS movies. Someday you will show them to your grandchildren, and know that the innocence of the young was once treasured by a genius of a man named DISNEY. Who KNOWS what will happen to that great American company in the future.
To Correct the Obvious
Nobody Reports
One of my last blogs was taken by some to be a PITY post. I was looking for pity? On the contrary, I posted a rather serious event in my life to make the point that maybe if more of us TALKED about our past, as kids, there were be more understanding in the world.
I think more women should be talking about their painful abortions. The emotional toll. Do you know that in Japan they have a wall of the children that were aborted? They moarn…publicly? What? Are we so afraid of the truth, that we are bowing like sheep in shame? Hogwash. The truth is the economy has been so bad, and marriages destroyed, that women felt it impossible to have a child. Vivek talked about this.
Good for him.
For instance, the ‘race’ baiting stuff going on in the news. Maybe if the blacks would tell incidents where they were hurt, and whites would tell their point of view, we’d have some ammunition to fight all this nonsense about– “Whites are back an no good, blacks can steal, politicians are great, Jews are bad, Muslims are really good.” Regular people should have these conversations. Not just the news commentators who by the way, are making money keeping everybody divided.
It’s the game show of diversity! Stop in!
What did that event in my childhood do? I never thought about it much until now. I was writing about it NOW, to look at it from the years in the future.
My brother grew up to be a very successful entertainer, and everyone in the family was proud of him. My mom became an excellent business woman, my dad…he was great golfer, and I was successful in many of my own endeavers. So, don’t pity me….pity the poor people in the wars overseas. And if you think I was wanting PITY? Then that’s your own ego and whatever judging my reflections. You have been very lucky indeed. Or you yourself have suffered even more.
Here’s my heart…and a hug. Share it.
There are many heartaches going on in the world. I pity Trump, Elon Musk, and many of the men and women who fight for us everyday, the people being killed in wars. Notice, they don’t put the families on TV much do they? When was the last time you heard a RUSSIAN mother cry for her son?
Many want to put up a brave face…See me? I’m great. I’m brave. I have the stiff upper lip. ..and act like they can handle it, but some of us are…what is the word–are ‘sensitive?” Mrs. O. knows what I am talking about…it’s not anything to be ashamed of. It just means we are ‘wired’ that way, and in a way, we feel more pain more intensly, but oh, we feel more happiness too. You should feel our happiness, right Mrs. O,? (How are those grandchildren coming?)
Can I help it if it struck a cord? Well, sorry. I guess I need to kept my thoughts to myself. That’s what the elites WANT…don’t you get it? Don’t complain. Do what you are told. Shutup.
Everybody does that. They hide their experiences. My intention was to show, as many people do in their books, that life is hard. And you can’t get over nightmares unless you face them. I am finally holding that little girl, who I am STILL so proud of, now.
And to my brother? If I offended you, maybe you should have taken me up on that lunch. I will always love you, no matter what.
I could be wrong about this, but somebody has to say, “Let’s talk.”
BEWARE: White Women Everywhere
Nobody Remembers: I happen to remember a time when white women were not scary. When did this nonsense start? White woman being horrified of themselves being ‘racist.’ Is there some alien lazer propaganda machine in the sky pointed at everyone’s head, and it fills these rediculous thoughts into their brain? YOU ARE WHITE. YOU ARE BAD. YOU WILL SAY YOU ARE BAD. YOU WILL GIVE ALL YOU HAVE TO THOSE THAT ARE NOT WHITE…SHAME SHALL COME UPON YOU AND YOUR CHILDREN.
The “Hey I married a black guy!” is now an extra brownie point that will prove you can now be trusted to help humanity.
You can laugh..at these young women, or…wait until the black guy punches them in the head and steals their car in the middle of Michigan Avenue. Wait…is that still there? They pretend to hate themselves?
I’m not so sure, I think they really do.
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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