I feel a great need to write again before the midterms that are only ten days away. My heart, mind and soul have been going through much introspection the past week and not all of it has been positive or good. In fact, part of it has led me into what I can only define as a brief bout with depression because life, and all the garbage going on in the world, seemed suddenly overwhelming and far too stifling and oppressive for me to endure any longer while maintaining my sanity.
I suppose it started because I found myself taking care of my son's dogs--which I am horribly allergic too even though they're supposed to be hypoallergenic--for a week while he took his wife and daughter to play on some beautiful river that makes up part of the border between Arizona and California. I didn't doubt their need to get away since it was fall break and the trial that would have gone on this week was canceled when my ex finally took a plea deal on October 1. But I had already postponed my annual trip to see my sister until next year so I could be with them and give whatever support they needed. That alone left me feeling down because it had been a lousy year for me too and I needed a break as much as they did.
But as mother's almost always do, I chose to care for my children instead of myself and then felt angry inside because my own needs remained neglected. Not that the dogs weren't good. Milo, the Shih Tzu, was calm as usual and obeyed, but his sister, Maggie, a Snoodle, just wanted to bark, jump, lick and play. We all call her special because she is totally devoted and loving, especially to my granddaughter, but she's not the brightest dog in the world and has trouble sitting still long enough to even get a treat. Milo, on the other hand, likes to stand on his hind feet and do a little dance to celebrate the occasion.
As expected, I ended up washing my hands and arms a dozen times a day so my eyes wouldn't swell, but they were still red and swollen by the time the kids got home on Saturday night. By Monday, my house was thoroughly clean again, my laundry done and my eyes starting to look more normal. But then I went to the eye doctor to tell him I was ready to have the cataracts removed. He'd been very upfront about my needing it done a year ago, but this time he told me that new lens might not be as much help as I hoped.
You see, I have a very rare condition know as Stargardts. I know it sounds like something celestial and fun, but it isn't. It's a genetic condition that only occurs when both parents pass the same recessive gene onto their offspring and causes blindness, or severe vision problems, during childhood or youth. I was told a number of years ago when it was first diagnosed that I should have been blind by the time I was five but for some reason the condition had remained dormant.
It had, but the symptoms between Stargardts and cataracts are pretty much the same and there is no known cure for Stargardts. I really had my hopes built up that the surgery would take away the fuzzy vision, night blindness when driving, haziness and even some of the dizziness I felt when standing and walking. I already had bad knees, ankles and hips and my shoulder often hurts when I sleep on it wrong after having everything repaired a couple of years ago. But then those of you who have been reading my posts know all about my physical ailments because I think it helps others to know that they are not alone in their suffering as they age.
But here's what I really wanted to share. I had been praying for a couple of days to know how to get out of the doldrums I was feeling and had just gotten off my exercise bike and begun reading again. It's not often I have such an instant answer to prayer, and this one was powerful.
I had been reading the book Scorched Earth by Michael Savage and picked up on page 165 where he was writing about why Christians and Jews needed to retain their traditions. I'd never fully understood Hanukkah and why it matters today since I'm not Jewish, but I do now. According to the story, after the ancient Syrians ransacked the holy temple in Jerusalem, they were thrown out by the Maccabees, who were the warrior princes of their time. The Jews finally came back. They kicked out the ransackers, and as they were fixing up the old temple they found a small jug of holy oil for the menorah, or lamp, at the bottom of the rubble and lit it. The holy oil was only supposed to burn for one night, but miraculously it burned for eight, which is why the Jews light candles for eight nights in a row while honoring Hanukkah.
In 2016, the presidential election year, the first night of Hanukkah fell on December 24, Christmas Eve. This author felt that if there was ever any divine synchronicity, it happened that year when Trump was so surprisingly elected. He postulated that no matter how distraught we may feel, no matter how wrecked we believe our society is, there is always a small drop of holy oil left within all of us that can be reignited and carry us through the darkest hours.
All we have to do is learn how to reach deep inside ourselves for that holy oil God gave all of us when we were created. If we can do that we will find that we have a greater inner strength, a greater inner fire, a greater ability to go on than we thought--if only we will stop, not listen to anybody else, and look within ourselves. That's the meaning of the Festival of Lights or the meaning of Hanukkah
That really hit me because I had been letting the world and others define how I felt each day. Like in 2016, we are fighting for our lives, our homes, our country and our way of life. No minority groups or installed leaders have the right to take that individuality away and make us just like all the other third-world--and tyrannically run--nations because we are special. God ordained it that way by giving us this precious land in the first place and helping our Founding Fathers create the most beautiful document in the world--one in which all our rights are protected and preserved, unless we unwittingly, or willingly, give them away. Our country is defined by our borders, our language and our culture. Take that away and what do we have left? Just some poor, struggling nation filled with people who want government handouts without giving anything in return.
I want to feel safe in my own home again, safe to talk on the phone as I once did or speak out my beliefs at church or in a public meeting without the fear that has been gripping our country since 2008 because expressing what is really in our hearts will likely land us run jail, especially if we use the wrong pronoun, say we support borders, believe in the right to bear arms and worship as we choose or even retain the homes most of us have been paying for the majority of our lives.
For over forty years, Michael Savage has been telling us that borders, language and culture define who we are, "they are the product of long traditions such as private property, individual liberty, and the rule of law. The Constitution is the result of our borders, language and culture, not the other way around."
The Founding Fathers wanted a written constitution to prevent the government, the media and foreign deviants with their evil ideologies from destroying America's borders, language and culture the way so many tyrannical governments have done in the past. And we need to stand firm in defending our rights and way of life against the Progressive-Islamic takeover that has already destroyed so many of our beautiful cities and stolen money from our pockets to pay for riots, scams, wars, destruction and the loss of the civilization our ancestors fought so hard to deliver to us.
With that, I think I'm through for the moment. I've stated how I feel and I suspect many of you will agree with what I've written. And even if you don't, I hope it has given you a desire to really question your reason for being and what you are doing to do to help this great country survive for your own posterity. It really is too great to lose and the battle we fight at the polls will not be an end to suffering no matter which way it goes. I've sent in my ballot and wish I could do more.
But I stand with Trump in wanting to stop the illegals from voting, cleaning house in the government so all the waste, illegalities and fighting stops, protecting our basic rights which seem to be up for grabs right now, bringing production back to the states, becoming the leader in AI so China is not controlling it, putting an end to all the incessant wars that just line the pockets of the members of the deep state who want to control the world, and yes, I want all the lunacy to stop and morality to take its place at the top of our societal ladder so our borders, language and culture can be preserved.
So get out and vote. It's the most important thing you can do if you want to save our great country from more destruction.
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