Nobody Reads
I’m reading a book called Mastery, by Robert Green. And In it, he says you have to find basically what you love to do, what your good at and go all out to do it. Many know in childhood.
When I was a child, I wanted to be a brain surgion or a doctor. I’d spend hours cutting up and making fake skeletons, disecting dead fish that washed up on shore..OR..a nun. I know. I was VERY religious at 5.
But my parents discouraged me. I was expected to grow up, get married and be quiet. My brother was the sole attention getter in the family. He was …a star. My dad gave him trumpet lessons at 6, and he grew up to be a fantastic entertainer…he played trumpet..in a popular band in Chicago….so I think that’s why at 19, since there was no money to go to college, I taught myself the drums, how to sing, and like my brother became an entertainer.
Well. I did go six months to college to…and wanted to major in Philosophy. I was a big reader…I read everything everyday that I could. But…I dropped out and became a musician, not as popular as my brother but I made a living at it for years.
When my parents both had strokes, I retired from music to take care of them. It’s then that I started writing…I wrote because I simply had to. My brain was full of the political nonsense and the daily corruption I saw all around it. It was then I realized that I HAD to write. I saw that my ancestors, the Adams wrote every single day too, and when I read their words…I was home. I saw the very same thoughts that I would have in my sorry ass brain, written down word for word in their dairies.
Anyway, what’s sad, is its too late for me to have a career in writing. FIRST I’d have to really study the subject, and find the time: Second…I have way too many book in my head: I’d have a series: Nobody’s Perfect: (wow that’s a book I could fill up) Nobody Knows (another filled with obscure facts) Nobody Cares (Funny book) Nobody Wonders (yeah, I wonder alot) Anyway a series of Nobody Books, sort of in the vien of Chicken Soup for the Soul...but…in this day and age of book stores disappearing, none of them would be published. Only the very famous write and make money: Bill O’Rielly, Glenn Beck, Mark Levin…well…they can promote their own books. And even then, try to find them in the local book stores…conservatives are not welcomed.
I have to laugh. (Not snap…) Uh… little to late there honey.
So Mr. Greene says you have to find your calling when you are young. I wrote this to advise parents to try to find the thing your kids really love, and encourage them to go for it.
And if one is quiet…talk to them. You might find out what they REALLY want to do.
I’m still reading. And I will probably when I find the time, write those books…if only to get it out of my head.
If any of my readers know what they wanted to do as kid, please comment. I’d love to hear it.
(thanks for reading.)
WAL-MART: Invaded.
Nobody Wonders…
I live here in the middle of the country, and the changing of my own neighborhood over the years I’ve lived here has been sadly…VERY dramatic. It’s as if you ordered steak and eggs at your favorite restaurant, and the breakfast came out cold, with a roach crawling out of it, and your waitress cannot be found. You wait for over a half hour for someone to bring you the check, and when you complain, they just say sorry, and then walk off. That’s my neigborhood. Where once there were shops, a Ford plant, and functioning shopping malls, now it’s just medical and government buildings…and car dealerships. No small businesses at all, and most of the restarants and fast foods are closing down.
AND the Dollar Stores. I have to leave town to shop now.
My high school graduation was 1200 white kids. NOW, that same high school is 98 percent all black. And wow! They ALL have scholarships! The blacks who once lived in the city, were moved out to the white suburbs and giving welfare and low housing…busing the blacks from the city schools (run mostly by high paid corrupt blacks) were brought out into the suburbs to be paid for by the whites, who just started moving out.
I didn’t move. I liked my house.
Mostly…until Obama, the blacks and the whites got along. BUT…then…the border opened up.
And lots of foreigners flooded into my neighborhood. Okay, I thought it was strange when I would walk around the block and I saw a vietnamese cooking her dinner outside over a hole in the ground, in her back yard with her chickens…who was I to complain? And then my neighbor’s little dog was eaten and killed by a pitbull while she was just walking him around the block. I don’t go out at night anymore.
Every night there are gunshots.
Then there was the day a Chinese man walked up to my house one afternoon, while I was watering the flowers and started taken dozens of pictures, pretending I wasn’t even there.
“Hey, what you doing?” I said with alarm.
He pretended he didn’t understand me. Later on that day I heard an AMERICAN general warn that the Chinese were taking pictures of houses to give to their generals when they took over. I’m —not kidding….??? What?
For years I had concerns about the Muslims. They were holding meetings in their houses with standing guards outside each garage door. The FBI tried to work with me, but they said their hands were tied. Unless I actually saw a bomb being loaded into a truck, they couldn’t do anything. Mosques took over churches…and you never see anybody in them. Never.
And yes, now we get commericals in Spanish. At least 4 times a day I see one.
But nothing shocked me as much as my Sunday visit to Wal-Mart.
Why, I go to this Wal-Mart a lot. 80 percent of the employees are black, but his Sunday, the whole store was filled with hispanics…some of them look like they would cut your head off…lots of young men, dark skinned…buying as much as they could. Also, big families…who looked at me like “Please don’t judge us!”
But the ones that bothered me the most were the young couples and their kids. They acted as if they owned the place and I should move aside. Rude. Very Rude.
Now, I was in makeup, (which is now all locked up) and the young black workers are literally freaking out.
“THEY ALL STEAL!” they said. Of course, I thought to myself…uh…yeah…uh…and who encourage this? Your god Obama.
One young black lady turned to me and said, “They act like they don’t speak English but I KNOW they understand me.”
Yeah…ironic isn’t it? There were only two white women in that huge Wal-Mart. Me, and one other. I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.
The point is, President Trump is right. This invasion will destroy the country.
When the Germans came here, they kept their culture, but learned English and became Americans. We all still enjoy the Octoberfests.
When the Italians came, the same. To go to an Italian wedding was on everybodies bucket list.
Not to mention the fabulous food.
They all became Americans. We had law, and order.
But this invasion will kill the country. Unless TRUMP gets voted in.
This IS the last election, and Joe Biden plans to say that Trump is not allowed into office.
Get ready, because it’s going to be a bumpy ride….and Wal-Marts are not American anymore.
Nobody’s Perfect: ME
Okay. This is going to be humbling, but not too long ago, things in my life got pretty disturbing.
My husband and I were just not getting along, so yeah, I fell in love with a man online. Realize this is very common as many of us spend hours on the computer. So, being myself, I decided to find out WHAT the hell was wrong with ME. After all, I always blame myself first no matter what. And that’s not good. It makes you wake up each day and …say, “It’s just another day in the life of myself.”
This man online made me feel alive. Pretty, wanted. Whereas after 32 years of marriage, we were at that standstill. No grandchildren, so we got dogs. I then realized that “Hey, he is so happy with those dogs, he’s has never ever shown me that much affection…maybe he never really loved me.”
He was running all over the house, happy as a little boy in a water park, playing Marco Polo with his buds.
Well, God jumps in when you need him doesn’t he? I got this book, which is the way I deal with any kind of pain: find answers…go read.
What Could He Be Thinking? How a Man’s Mind REALLY Works.” By Michael Gurian
WOW. EVERY MAN AND WOMAN IN THE WORLD...should read this book.
He explains right off the bat, how really different our brains are wired. And how hormones play such a big vital role in our relationships. How women get frustrated if men are not romantic, and how men really do bond with the sex act. How he is wired to compete, focus on ‘performance.
Here is a few examples from the book about the Performance Imperative: He claims that the biological male foundation is laid for a performance imperative:
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The workaholic man. The man competing constantly. The man pushing his child to be his or her best. The man who sacrifices his life for others based on a suprme principle he believes in. The man who believes he is worthless unless he feeds his family. The man who sits watching a sunset, but only for a moment, then moves back to his job. (Yes, testorsterone…it’s real.)
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First, I thought well yeah: Women still want the hero, the provider, the Prince that comes to save her. AND YET…that’s a high gate for most men to jump over, especially now. I remember my best friend Shelly and I went to Disneyland in California back in the 70’s. And we were sitting on the steps of Sleeping Beauty’s castle, and watching the crowds exit at midnight. We talked about how we had been sold the story of the man coming to rescue you by Disney. How it was a big lie. Looking back on it now, I realize that’s the trouble with a lot of the male/female relationships now…as females we were raised on these Disney themes. Life isn’t like that. Many times the man just has too much on his mind to remember, doesn’t mean he does not love you…it’s just he is wired to keep his own stress from the day from not spilling over. Now the men play video games…go right pass the wives, and take out the day’s stress…it works.
Recently, I watched a video on Youtube, where Elon’s Musk’s first wife talked about how they lost their first son to CIDs. And she wanted to talk about it and he didn’t. What SHE didn’t know is that he dare not talk about it. He had companies to run. Men’s brains are designed NOT to talk about such a painful event. Women on the other hand MUST. She didn’t know his brain. He was suffering just as much as she was, but to talk about it would have destroyed him. She should have talked about it to a girlfriend or mother, or anybody but him. Emotions are not registered well in a man’s brain. They are just not wired for it. This book explains the male’s brain in scientific terms…and how hormones play a big part, and how the woman’s brains are always lit up.
WE ARE SO DIFFERENT.
The feminist movement has done more to damaged so many things that are now called woke. And that was a political movement DONE to destroy the family. And that’s another blog.
I just gave you jsut a taste of the book. It devles deeply into the facts of our physical differences, facts that cannot be ignored. And yet, they are.
In conclusion, I have been thinking all along that my husband didn’t love me. After reading this book, I can’t blame it all on him. Maybe I didn’t love him? Maybe this man I met online was a wakeup call to reexamining my life…and trying to understand..why both men and woman should try to understand the real reason’s we can’t seem to live up to each other’s expectations. And he goes into great detail.
So, I’m sorry that at my age, I didn’t read this book sooner. Many couples figure this stuff out, and live until “death do they part.” I didn’t. I have just been on cruise control. Not really living.
I’m just sad that I didn’t wake up to these facts earlier, back when Shelly and I were sitting on the steps of Disney’s Castle.
But then again…fairy tales sometimes do come true. Men have porn, women have fairy tales of romance…maybe that’s what keeps us all being able to stand each other.
Or not. (Maybe we just need to all chill.) And remember…mother nature knows best.
After all, want to see what a REAL man can do? (See below)
Ladies…watch and enjoy. When you can watch a REAL man build this world…love him for that. Because baby, it will make the world all that much better. And remember, he is also doing it for you. Be proud to be a woman. It’s okay to feel those emotions, but remember…mother nature is still here…no matter what woke agenda they are pushing on us all.
Will Our Libraries Disappear?
Nobody’s Opinion
Here’s a topic nobody seemed to have notice: During the Obama administration, here in St. Louis, ALL the libraires were completely transformed into internet hubs. I ought to know, all the libraries were selling all their books for 10 cents on the dollar. I spent a whole summer collecting books on sale.
Now, don’t get wrong, the internet is wonderful. As Elon Musk has pointed out, you can learn ANYTHING on the internet. Get any book you want, on the internet.
But the books disappeared. On the shelves were mostly junk stuff: Basketball hero’s and black history, and now LGBQ books for the kids. Good luck trying to find a classic like Huckleberry Finn.
And here’s what I fear: If every book is on the internet, what’s to keep them from rewriting, or censoring, or even worst, just disappearing, all the novels they DON’T want you to read? Off the internet?
Like George’s Orwell’s 1984.
Couldn’t happen?
I think that’s the long-term plan. Control what the people read. Make the books hard to get.
I remember during the Clinton administration, I tried to get a book about their corruption.
I was 90 on the waiting list. The library only had ONE copy. It’s a big city and county, and that’s all they could afford?
I waited a year, and finally just bought the book. And that was another problem
Many of the bookstores during the last decade have closed down. Only a very few are left. And when you walk in the store, you only see the new releases by mostly the left leaning authors.
BUT…turn on your TV and ALL the reporters and commentators love to sit with their libraries at their backs, as if saying “Look how smart I am!”
My friend who worked in TV, said some of those people PAY someone to put them there.
So, will books go into the dustbin of history?
Someday, books will be worth a fortune.
Ask yourself: Do you trust the library associations?
Maybe Elon Musk will have to take over our libraries and try to preserve them. Or not. He’s got enough on his plate.
But I do wish, somebody would…preserve them..or they will end up as fuel for the winter fire, once the grid starts being controlled or worse yet, destroyed.
One cold winter, and everybody will be running to the libraries for fuel.
Maybe I’m being too pessimistic about the internet. But then again…I am still collecting books.
JOHN ADAMS LIBRARY
Nobody’s Fool: Elon Musk on Immigration
I have lived in my city for most of my life. And while the immigration problem seems a big problem now, what many people don’t realize is that our politicians have been flooding our country with immigrants since Bill Clinton and Jimmy Carter started dumping Muslims into downtown St. Louis, and Michigan.
Now, there are more Mosques here than churches. The Catholic chruches here in St. Louis are being closed or just burned down.
Nobody Cares.
We had a Muslim family move in about 10 years ago. My husband and I saw them making boxes filled with some kind of explosives at midnight. I called the FBI. (the local guys were great) but they couldn’t do a thing, unless something happened. Bombs. Yeah.
As we walked around the block we noticed that many strange immigrants cooked in their backyard on pits on the ground. Mexicans? Who knew?
One day, while walking around the block I met a very tall black man from Haiti. He had just arrived. He was so happy. Every day a Haitian grandmother walks a small child around the block while she talks on here cell phone. She speaks no English. The kid should be in school.
And then there’s the Chinese guy who kept walking up and taking pictures of my house. Ignored me, when I tried to talk to him and ask him what the hell he was doing.
The local high school is coming and helping out the many African illegals that are flooding the neighborhood. One lady that works at the school said they now have to have 42 different language interpretors.
We all have seen our cities, being havens of lslam. They have thier laws. Not ours. Our city mayors are hand picked by the criminals that lead the country.
So, let’s not kid ourselves, this ‘illegal’ immigrant problem has been going on a long, long time. Bush, Clinton, Carter, Obama, have all been making sure the masses get in.
But now, there is a crisis. The country is being destroyed from the inside out.
We see it everywhere. Our stores…our restarants, our economy…our TAXES…we can’t win. All we can do is watch.
And they have kept this all hidden. Nobody talked about it. Nobody. If you did, you were targeted.
You could lose your job. And the churches have been at the fore front of helping it happen.
Thank the pope for that.
So, here we are…what do we do?
If I could make Elon Musk President, I would. But they are now after him…the courst are rigged, the laws are ignored, and the whites are being slowly eliminated.
Sounds Dire? Yes, it is. Because they keep you entertained on your BIG screen TV and your Tik Tok and you won’t know what happened when one day you wake up, and you have to eat meat with bugs in it.
WAKE UP AMERICA! It’s not too late.
Elon, Trump, Vivek…many need our help…Beck.
We must do…something….just something.
But…we wait…don’t we? For the final nail.
China’s Art Of War VS US Art Of Ignore
Nobody Wonders
While Russia and the upcoming elections bringing everyone to their ‘This is what we tell you to think today.” China’s slow takeover of the United States is being ignored.
China has already made progress here. You see them in all our commercials, movies, and now they are coming over by the millions across the border. They are dividing us, buying our politicians, and using WOKE to take over our whole culture.
Not to mention the thousands dying of drugs pouring over the border made by China.
China is going full force to take over America…and our politicians are silent.
China has delivered the Covid Virus, and now they are going into the next stage. The Belt and Road initiative.
The Unites States needs to be conquered, without a fight.
Google it. And catch up on it…. but I have a real concern here in my own town, which I will do in more detail in another blog because NO one is talking about it but me.
So, while the Muslim children are being taught to kill all Jews, the Chinese Children are bought up on Sun Tzu’s “ART OF WAR”
If you’ve never read it, I’d put it in your library. Anyway….
Here’s a few rock solid lessons from it;
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Sun Tzu 18: All warfare is based on deception.
NOBODY: Hey, our politicians must have read this book, but our generals have not. How many wars do we keep losing? How many lives do we need to lose before this madness stops?
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Sun Tzu—19: Hence, when able to attack, we must seem unable: when using our forces, we must seem inactive: when we are near, we must make the enemy believe we are far away: when far away, we must make him believe we are near.
NOBODY: All our politicians say that they are not concerned about China, and Biden says China basically owns Tiawan. There will be no fight. We will not protect Tiawan with Biden in office.
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Sun Tzu 22. If your opponent is of choleric temper, seek to irritate him. Pretend to be weak, that he may grow arrogant.
NOBODY: China pretends to be weak, and our politicians are convinced China is no threat. Do you ever hear anybody talking bout China? Uh…only Glenn Beck. Did you watch Joe Biden’s State of the Union tonight? Could he have BEEN more arrogant?
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Sun Tzu–23: If he is taking his ease, give him no rest. If his forces are united, separate them.
NOBODY: Is it the democrats who are dividing the country? Or do both parties work together to divide us? And is China behind it all? Nobody Wonders.
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Sun Tzu: Hence to fight and conquer in all your battles is not supreme excellence: supreme excellence consists in breaking the enemy’s resistance without fighting.
NOBODY: When you have a President being paid millions to do their bidding, it’s easy to take us over. Biden has let in the drugs at the border…destroyed our military, and is letting China do just about anything to us.
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Sun Tzu : Therefore the skillful leader subdues the enemy’s troops without any fighting.: he captures their cities without laying siege to them: he overthrow their kingdom without the lengthy operations in the fields.
NOBODY: Tell me, has this not happened? All our cities have been torn apart by riots. China controls the President and many of our top companies who make their products there. Disney now makes movies for China. So does Hollywood.
And the next step?
I don’t think any of us want to know, but you can be sure, our Congress knows exactly the plan, and doesn’t care.
Tonight is Joe Biden’s State of the Union address.
Watch it if you dare. I did, and decided P.J. O’Roarke book, Parliment of Whores decribed the whole debacle I watched tonight…perfectly.
It was a Parliment of Whores, with a whore of China at the top.
And that’s MY Nobody Opinion.
How Long Does it Take? Maggots.
Nobody Remembers
I was watching a Supernatural Episode tonight. There was a scene in it that brought back strong memories of when I was a freshman in college. It’s pretty gross, so stop here, if you have ever been really sick with stomach flu.
The story goes that there was a witch’s coven. And they used hex bags to put a curse on this one man who was stepping out on his wife. He was sitting in his car, and bit into a chicken sandwich, but then gagged, and looked down and there were maggots all over the sandwich.
All of us have been seeing ‘brainwashing’ being used so subtly in all our sitcoms and movies, you MIGHT have noticed a lot more scenes where somebody was throwing up. Puking big time. And it’s when you least expect it. These scenes and the many “pee” scenes are being pushed onto the public on purpose, but we won’t go into that here.
It was my freshman year in college. Southwest Missouri State. I wanted to major in music, but I couldn’t even play an instrument. Well, I found out at registration, they said I couldn’t because I didn’t play an instrument.
Talk about naïve. I was so upset, so determined to take music courses, that I sat down in the middle of the registration room, and almost started crying. Hell, I might have been crying, I don’t remember. I suffered from depression all my life (not now) so that news was a total shock.
You mean, I CAN’T take music? My whole life disappeared before me.
Then my parents paid for all this for nothing? What else was I going to do with my life? Not to mention I was STILL mad at my best friend in high school who BEGGED me to go to this college so I’d be with her, and…..she ended up not going, costing my parents money they didn’t have.
Gee thanks.
Some man came over, got me off the ground, as fast as he could, and signed me up for Music theory, piano I, and vocal. I was ecstatic.
The piano and vocal lessons were easy, but I knew I needed help in Music theory, because I couldn’t read music. The last time I read music I was in grade school and playing the French Horn.
So, I asked this sweet girl whom I had met, and who was signing up along side me if she would help me in the course. Her name was Sarah. She was blond and looked just like a county bumpkin.
“Of course, I will” she said.
That night, she invited me over to dinner with her and her husband.
She cooked a whole chicken, and I was trying to be polite, so I took a BIG bite, in fact I almost ate the whole leg, before I looked down:
Maggots. Everywhere. All over the leg, ,,,,and I had devoured them.
Her husband did not touch it. And he asked her where she got the chicken.
“Oh, it’s been hanging in the barn for a while” she said.
You can guess what happened. I was renting a room upstairs in an old lady’s house, and the only bathroom was downstairs. I had stuff coming out both ends. The old lady was furious and made me go outside into the back yard, where I sat with a hose to wash off everything that was coming out of me for a good three hours.
I ate a LOT of maggots.
Well, after that, I knew I couldn’t go back to school, so I phoned my mom, told her I’d be driving the 4 hours home, and it was me and a brown paper bag all the way.
Now, here’s how naïve and innocent I was, and still am. Because I would never in my wildest dreams have believed that somebody would do that on purpose, I always thought it was just a mistake.
Only now, do I realize, she was a country girl, and even an 8-year-old would know not to serve a chicken from the barn, or even try to cook It, which means…she did it on purpose.
And by the way, she got an A in music theory, and she never helped me.
I managed to pull off a B all by myself.
When you grow up, sheltered from the storms, from corruption, from evil, you don’t suspect it from others….it’s not a good thing. Really.
And now, most of you were going, “Why didn’t you LOOK at it!”
Because I was too busy looking at her and thanking them both for inviting me. Ever the polite and grateful idiot.
Hopefully, NOBODY that reads this has ever had to bite into a chicken leg full of maggots.
Yep. The education of Joyanna Adams…continues until she dies. Better late than never.
At least it came to me FINALLY.
Thank you Supernatural.
Sarah, might have actually been…a witch…may she be hexed with the memory forever.
Henry Adams Describes Elon Musk Perfectly
Nobody Remembers
I have missed reading. Lately, I’ve been preoccupied with other endeavors, and last night I finally got to “read.” I’ve been obsessively reading books since I learned how to read, which took some patient training from my second-grade teacher, bless her heart. She spent an hour with me and once I got WHY I was so far behind, (dyslexia) I never stopped reading. She cured my confusion in one hour.
I was the Forest Gump of never having a day go by without running, I didn’t let a day go by without reading a book…or 8. I will literally go numb if I don’t read something that day.
And I read the words of my distant ancestors a lot. The Adams came over on the boat with Thomas Hooker from Braintree, Wales, and founded Braintree, Massachusetts. In the early 1600’s.
I find comfort in their thoughts, because they seem so very close to my own. And last night I was reading The Education of Henry Adams. Henry was the son of Charles Francis Adams, who was the son of John Quincy Adams, (Preisdent) who was the of John Adams. (President) Sam Adams a distant cousin. (Starter of the Revolution)
They were all part of our founding.
Henry Adams went on to become a journalists and historian. He was cantankerous, biting, critical, much like Tucker Carlson of our time. While reading in Wiki, I came upon this:
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Henry “We are in the hands of the Jews”, Adams lamented. “They can do what they please with our values.” He advised against investment except in the form of gold locked in a safe deposit box. “There you have no risk but the burglar. In any other form you have the burglar, the Jew, the Czar, the socialist, and, above all, the total irremediable, radical rottenness of our whole social, industrial, financial and political system.”
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While you might be surprised at the anti-Semitics, you can’t deny that not much has changed.
Here he writes of what we call the NEOCONS of today:
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In his 1909 manuscript The Rule of Phase Applied to History, Adams attempted to use Maxwell’s demon as a historical metaphor, though he seems to have misunderstood and misapplied the principle.[44] Adams interpreted history as a process moving towards “equilibrium”, but he saw militaristic nations (he felt Germany pre-eminent in this class) as tending to reverse this process, a “Maxwell’s Demon of history.”
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His views on population
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In 1910, Adams printed and distributed to university libraries and history professors the small volume A Letter to American Teachers of History proposing a “theory of history” based on the second law of thermodynamics and the principle of entropy.[42][43] This, essentially, states that all energy dissipates, order becomes disorder, and the earth will eventually become uninhabitable. (Elon?) In short, he applied the physics of dynamical systems of Rudolf Clausius, Hermann von Helmholtz, and William Thomson to the modeling of human history.
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After the war was over, Henry went to the White House to meet President Grant. He believed Grant to be pre-intellectual, archaic, and would have seems so even to the cave dwellers.
But the one-page last night in his book, which stuck with me was this one…
Quote:
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“In time one came to recognize the type in other men, with differences and variations, as normal: men whose energies were the greater, the less they wasted on thought: men who sprang from the soil to power: apt to be distrustful of themselves and of others: shy: jealous: sometimes vindictive, more or less dull in outward appearance: always needing stimulants, but for whom action was the highest stimulant, –the instinct of fight. Such men were forces of nature, energies of the prime like the Pteraspis, but they made short work of scholars. They had commanded thousands of such and saw no more in them than in others. The fact was certain: it crushed arguments and intellect at once.”
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Tell me, is that not a good description of our very own Tony Stark: Elon Musk?
Yeah…Henry had Elon pitched perfectly, and like this descendant, now in 2024, I’d say:
Henry, you still got it! And this Nobody Wonders: What Elon would think of Henry’s description?
The Betrayal of Best Friends
Nobody Remembers
When it comes to betrayal, nothing hurts more than to be betrayed by your closest friend.
Many years ago, when I was in high school, I had a very dear friend named Shelly. She used to crack me up. She was beautiful. She had dark hair, and didn’t live very far from my house. But, our Senior year, her parents got divorced. So, she and her mom moved to L.A. while her dad stayed here, and remarried.
Shelly and I wrote each other every other week. She got a job quickly, and so, one summer, I went out to L.A. to stay with her. I remember we were both big Cardinal fans, and so we went to see the Dodgers Play the Cardinals at Dodgers stadium. I had a crush on Jack Clark at the time, and that day, he ran into home plate and practically destroyed the poor catcher. It was also that day that he looked up at me leaning over the railings, and asked me to come down and he would sign an autograph. He was warming up with Ozzie. We were WAY up in the top bleachers and Shelly kept saying we CAN go down there. I kept saying…no that’s for the rich people, but somehow, we got down there and Shelly took a picture of us, and he signed a baseball for me, which I still have that ball which said “God bless, Jack Clark.” Then he asked me if I could come to San Fransisco. Well, I said, I don’t know. BUT…Shelly gave him HER telephone number and later I found out that he did call her, and SHE told him I wasn’t interested. I believe she was trying to get in good with him. I don’t really know if she did.
Still, I would have NEVER done that to her. Never.
Later I found out he was married, so it’s a good thing I didn’t go. But that didn’t stop me from going to the games. Jack Clark was an amazing batter. I remember the first time I saw a home run in my lifetime, he hit it high up into the upper deck…and I was blown away by the sheer power. Jack Clark never took steroids. He was a big man. A great player. Unlike the steroid use after the big baseball strike, Jack Clark was the real thing.
Now, did I ever forgive Shelly? Yeah, she ended up becoming a prostitute in L.A. and dying of a cancerous brain tumor at the age of 47. She grew up in the area of cold-water creeks, where the military dumped the radioactive waste from the atomic bombs dropped on Hiroshima. Josh Hawley, is trying to get money for all the poor people who died from exposure to the waste, which is still here of course. But, it’s too late for Shelly.
Even though Jack and I never got together, I never missed a game. And the game of baseball is much like life. If played without ‘rigging’ you can see a lot of comparison to life. You can hit a home run. Or strike out game after game. Most games are like that, and the people that get hooked on them…can cry when the season is over. They must go back to their dreary lives.
We just watched the Superbowl…and stupid me, since I don’t follow sports, assumed that Taylor and her super stud boyfriend were with San Francisco, that town being VERY liberal, as we all know that Taylor is a big Biden fan. No, Taylor was jumping up and down for Kansas to win. You would have thought she was the coach.
The game was fun, but clearly, they can rig any sport nowadays, and like a script, nobody realizes it. Sports have been rigged for years. Just like elections. There too much money in it. Not all of them of course, but the money making ones.
But I’m getting off theme.
Whenever I think of those days in the 1985’s, when the Cardinals went on to win the World series, I realized I was just a lonely woman. My mother felt sorry for me and said, “Why don’t you go to the ball games, maybe you’ll meet somebody.”
The only man I actually met was Jack. The rest of them would come up and speak. “We have a bet going, me and guys…how old are you?” And I always said “56.” I was much younger of course but really, moms advise was…needless to say…really off. She had good intentions.
My current husband had the same thing happened to him. He was on a mission with the Seals when he came home and found out his wife was sleeping with his best friend.
And I wonder…how many people in this world have been betrayed by their best friend?
So, can you trust anybody? Can you trust your best friend?
If you find someone you can trust, better hold to them. They are diamonds in the mud.
Besides, I didn’t know it then, but lots of ball players mess around on the road, and they have loving wives and kids at home.
But when I think back on those days I think of the song “The Boys of Summer.”
And I watched the boys play. What else did I have to do? No body would ask me out. At least I had something to do.
And when they were gone, the winter always came hard.
And then Spring always comes back eternal…doesn’t it?
And spring for most of human history has been hope for a new beginning..no matter what.
Musk Goes to Asuchwitz
Nobody Knows: It was sad to watch. But a good thing to be brought up: We must not forget the thousands of years that Jews have been persecuted. They have gotten more Nobel prizes than any other group of people, and the Muslims surround that little tiny piece of land called Israell by the billions.
What have the modern Muslims brought to the world? You tell me.
So whose in the wrong here? The Muslims have wanted the Jews gone. For centuries. Dead basically.
And yet, Has Obama brought the Jews here? No, boatloads of Muslims, who are now protesting in our streets.
War is here, war is coming, and it seems only the brave will stand and fight.
And we better.
Musk also went to Poland. I had a Polish grandparents on my father’s side. Poland is a great country.
So today, I’m replaying the song below for Mrs.O. And myself. I am very sad today.
When I’m sad, I play sad songs, to get over it. And then, I get mad.
Watch out when I get mad. I usually get things done, and I’ve been ignoring myself and THOSE things for much too long.
Moses was our first real leader. God bless Musk again for taking the right stand.
It’s cold in the world right now. Winter is upon us all.
How a Horse Saved my life
The Child is Mother to the Woman. OR…How a Horse Saved my Life
Nobody Knows
This is going to be a HARD one to write. People don’t usually talk about horrors that happen in their childhood, but recently, I’ve been thinking a lot about this. A lot of what happens in our childhood affects us as adults. It makes us who we are.
Some of us have happy childhoods, two parents, some do not.
And I’ve come to the conclusion that people SHOULD talk about it. Preferably to your local bartender or drunk, skip the psychiatrist, they are pretty worthless when it comes to this stuff I’ve found.
Soldiers are committing suicide daily because they are just not talking about all the pain inside.
I was thinking the other day about men of war. WWII men never talked about what they went through, most men that have gone through war…just don’t. The rule of thumb is, just forget it. Go on. Shit happens. BE A MAN. Watch some war movies. I recently saw a Vet on video crying uncontrollably because he wanted to end his life, he was crying for help. The police were trying to help him, but couldn’t. Oh, my heart.
So, Nobody Wonders, if not telling future generations about horrors of your life is wise? Have you noticed VERY few women talk about their abortions? Very few. They might say. Oh, I took showers with my dad all my life, but so what?
He’s the President, so it’s okay. (Biden) It’s treated as normal.
Is that good? Would we have less war if we knew the horrors? Less abortions? Less rapes? They show it in movies, but movies…are…almost just not real.
Elon Musk is the only man I can think of that has admitted he had a rough childhood because of his dad. He was beat up a lot. His dad was a monster. That took some guts being as famous as he is.
And I’m glad he did it.
And because of that, I have decided to look into my childhood, to analyzes myself, and decipher, what REALLY happened in my childhood horror.
While I’m at it, I wonder what happened in Obama’s and Hillary’s childhood? We can guess Bill Clinton’s…but that’s another topic.
I realized it wasn’t the horror itself, it was the way it affected my family forever.
THE HORSE
For background, I was a real tomboy growing up in the swamps of Naples, Florida. I played all day in the palmetto bushes and trees in back of our house. Sand everywhere, snakes, gators, it was fantastic to me. It was perfect, I was the happiest of happy kids.
Back then, the parents told the kids “Get out of the house, go play.” (LOL…I often wonder if my mother truly WANTED to rid of me…. anyway.)
It was about 3 that afternoon, I was about five, and all the kids were playing in the sandlot down by the railroad tracks, a good ½ mile down from our house. There weren’t many houses down there. And then, I saw it…
My first horse. It was golden. It was beautiful. Some older kid was on it, was giving rides to all the boys (I was the only girl) and oh, how jealous I was. My older brother got a ride and went home. It was the most magnificent creature I had ever seen. One by one, he gave all the kids a ride. Why won’t he give ME one? PLEASE! PLEASE! I was holding my hand up, jumping up and down, I couldn’t think of anything in the whole world I wanted to do more than to get to take a ride.
Why not me? Why?
These rides went on for about it seemed eternally, and then finally as the kids drifted off, the kid said to me, “Do you want to ride now?”
Oh boy! He put me up front.
I remember we left the sandlot, and went back into the woods. These were MY woods…I was confident. I’d walked these paths every day, but the feeling of the horse between my legs…felt like I was sitting on a heavenly seat of rolling ease. The smell was godly. The way the horse walked… strolling from side to side, as if time was not important. And it did lose track of time. I remember touching his mane. I didn’t even care about the guy behind me. I was in the most heavenly spot-on earth.
And then…I felt, the boy’s hand on my crouch. It was big. And it kept rubbing me, and he kept saying “Let me do something to you, it will only take a minute, your mom and dad did it. It will be okay”
Well, instinctively that did scare me, so I used the horse as an excuse.
“No, I want to keep riding.” So, minutes went by, and he kept asking, and I kept saying…no…no…and frankly, in my mind if that’s all I have to put with, him rubbing me (it didn’t hurt) even though it creeped me out. So be it.
Then by his words, I could stay on that horse longer. I didn’t want to get off.
Suddenly, I noticed it was getting dark. The shadows on the ground told me, it was getting late.
I knew I had to go home soon. I told him so. He kept saying it wouldn’t take long, and we could ride more…we just had to get off the horse for a minute.
“Okay, okay.” I spoke. Annoyed.
He led me to the bushes. Told me to lie down. And then, he started to take off my clothes. My pants…I started to cry…He looked as big as a gorilla in front of me, and I thought I saw him pull out a knife.
Later on, I wondered if it was his penis because I had never seen one, so my memory might be a bit fizzy on that, after all, I had a hard time seeing through my tears.
NOW…are you ready for the next part? This is where it gets interesting:
Right when he was going to put the ‘knife’ in me, I heard my mother scream my name…” JOYCE!!” at that exact moment in time.
I turned my head and screamed back as loud as I could “Mom! Mom! Mom!”
The giant got up, and left in the other direction. I somehow managed to put my clothes back on (I think) and ran out through the bushes…there was two cops’ cars there, headlights flashing and my mom, and all the time I ran to her I kept saying “Mom…it’s okay! I’m okay! He didn’t have a gun mom!” Over and over, I kept telling her not to cry, because he didn’t have a gun!”
Think about that. I was the adult, comforting the mother. The whole time, I was comforting my mother.
The ride in the cop car was strange to a little kid. They took me to a doctor’s office who examined me gently and told my mom that I had semen on my stomach, and that…get this, I’d probably grow up to be promiscuous. WHAT? Trust me; I’ve never been promiscuous. One man woman, always. (Stupid doctor)
YEARS later, when my mother was in her 50s. She also told me that the same kid had a week before raped a young girl my age, killed her with a knife and threw her in a lake. She was dead. He was the sheriff’s son, and try as much as they could, they could prosecute him. They said he was ‘retarded.’ Can you imagine my parent’s anger that they couldn’t even prosecute him?
Analyzing…
For the next few days, I was left pretty much in my bedroom. Then one morning, after my dad had gone to work at his Phillips 66 station that my mother’s father had bought him, she came into my room with a huge belt and beat me. She was crying, hysterical, screaming, and I kept asking “What did I do? What did I do?” I was crying…Tell me, tell me!! Why oh why was she beating me? She had never done that before. But what was worse is that I did NOT know why? And she wouldn’t tell me. No matter how often I asked her to.
Kafka. No trial, no explanation. Nothing.
The rest of the week I stayed in my bed hugging my Raggedy Ann doll and looking at her heart. Thank GOD there was heart there. If my mother hated me, and I’d never know why, at least I had Raggedy Ann. I STILL have that doll.
Now, to this day, if there is any kind of whipping scene in a movie, I get up, leave the room or quickly change the channel. The emotional pain of the fury of the mother you love, always comes rushing back. She was not much of a hugger after that. She took care of her family, really great in every way…but love? REAL love, smiles, hugs?
That was not her style.
After that event, my father disappeared from my life. He was there, but never talked to me. Neither did my mother, until we were older.
My older brother became their star.
And I escaped into the world of books.
THE CHILD IS MOTHER TO THE WOMAN.
So, I’m 71, just now thinking back on all of this and how it affected my life. And I come up with two things.
- Think about it. IF I had NOT loved that horse so much, and had agreed sooner to get off, I no doubt would NOT be writing this. Recently I made a HORSE bedroom. Here’s a few pictures. Thank you.
- AND…if she had not called my name at that exact minute…I would be dead. That brings us to luck? Synchronicity? The universe saving me? Something.
- I think this sort of stuff happens all the time.
Recently, Mel Gibson released a film on children sex trafficking. Sound of Freedom. Everybody should see it. If you don’t think ANY kind of rape does not affect a person’s life, you might as well go join the cartels.
And I hope you get shot. We must ALL start protecting the children. My God. We must.
Being so far away from the incident I can imagine that probably my father blamed my mother for not watching out for me that day. I’m sure my brother didn’t let her know. It probably caused a major upsetting event in both their lives, and for many years. But they stayed married…for the kids.
Later on, in life my mother and I became close friends. I didn’t grow up to be a prostitute. (LOL) and I also shared the love of horses with her. Now, after being a parent, I can forgive whatever horror that she and my father went through after having this event happen to them. After all, as Jordan Peterson always says, Life is hard. VERY hard.
Look at the good side and be glad you survived. There is always another day as Scarlett claimed.
What did I get out of telling you this? I don’t know. Probably I don’t think enough people search their hearts for WHY their parents did the things they did. They are too busy living their lives, and if parents are cruel, they don’t look any further. What happened in THEIR lives to make them that way?
What were THEY going through? How does any human turn out to be a monster?
I’m not sure what to do, but you know what? I have a BEAUTIFUL room in my basement with nothing but horse pictures because in my mind, that horse, saved my life.
He did. He did.
To Finally Go, Where Ray Bradbury Took Us…
Nobody Cares
Many Mar’s moons ago, I used to read a lot of Science Fiction..and Ray Bradbury was at the top of my reading list. Now I read mostly about politics, so you see things haven’t changed much.
As you may have heard, Ray Bradbury, the man who wrote so much great stuff, passed away, but not before he got to actually DRIVE the Mars Rover…something the he had inspired. Great spirits, and great imaginations, are products of the individual who dares to never grow old. His grandson said he never met a bigger kid.
Ray did not like the new direction of books on the internet though. He had this to say:
Those aren’t books. You can’t hold a computer in your hand like you can a book. A computer does not smell… A book has got to smell. You have to hold it in your hands and pray to it. You put it in your pocket and you walk with it. And it stays with you forever. But the computer doesn’t do that for you. I’m sorry.
It will be a sad day when the “book” is outlawed…and no doubt by Bloomberg if he keeps going. Nobody Thinks…Ray left a galaxy of wonderment for generations to come….
And that’s the mark of a true star.
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
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