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Country Treasures & Landmarks: Deerfield, Virginia


Tucked away in the arms of mothering mountains, there lies a sleepy, little town that hardly a soul may think to venture to. Not because it’s not worth a trip, but because most people now days seek out Water Parks, Zoos, or Beaches with Five-Star Hotels. And when I say sleepy, I don’t mean life no longer lives there. The town I am speaking of is, Deerfield, Virginia, and I know first hand that life does indeed live and breathe in this tiny, untouched town where the world finally slows down.


My husband was born and raised there and much of his family, still own homes and land in a place where the progress of our age seems to be more of a stranger than a common visitor.


They have the bare essentials: a tiny little store they jokingly call, The Deerfield Mall, a Post Office, a Fire Department, and once upon a time, it’s very own Historic School House, which is now a Community Building and Library.


My husband was actually the last to go to that School, which combined it’s classes and grades to very few teachers and might have seemed more like something out of Little House on the Prairie, or ,The Waltons, to those of us now. (That’s how small it was.)


Deerfield is made up of folks who are mostly Natives — those who come from long families that were born and raised there, and Hunting Camps — those who visit from time to time during Hunting Season. Population is roughly, 336.


There is a cellphone tower — finally— but no cellphones will work out there as there has been nothing else done to it. No Brand has reached out to claim it and the local telephone company, MGW, usually makes people more mad than anything else these days– lacking better and more affordable calling packages to make having a phone easier on the wallet. Pretty much, living in Deerfield, makes everything long distance.


They have great internet, since the owner of MGW’s son owns, LINGO, but there seems to always be an issue with folks needing help with Routers not working or lines and the hefty bill of having to have someone come out and fix it.


Sadly, Deerfield is becoming one of those places damaged by Taxes and a World that would soon run it over rather than just leave it alone. Sometime after 9/11 when the economy went belly up, Tax Assessors went out and marked the worth of everything far too high. It’s enough to make a person choke. That means, properties don’t sell like they should. Instead of being priced at their actual worth, they are listed for prices that would better reflect a newly built home with granite counter tops, skylights and all the trappings of a newer age. While many homes are nice there — and Id love to still have one– they need updated and some, repaired- certainly not up there with the the price tag that makes them untouchable to locals who would like to, well, re-locate, or stay where they were raised or are familiar with.


Don’t get me wrong, there are quite a bit of eye-catching homes stretched far and wide, here or there, in Deerfield. But that brings me to another problem… people from bigger cities and net-worth building million dollar homes in an area of modest people. Perhaps this is the reason Assessment skyrocketed? I’m not an expert, just broken-hearted because I’d give anything to go back where life slows down a bit in a world that seems to be spiraling out of control. Unfortunately, even the Modest Homes have a price way out of reach.


Deerfield is a stretch of long roads bordered by mountains on both sides. Land is the key-word here because there is so much of it. Just a trip to the grocery-store or nearest town, Staunton, Virginia, where there are places like Walmart, Food Lion, Krogers, etc, can take you up to 45 minutes one way.


The people are still friendly there. Most have never known a stranger, and for those who haven’t a clue as to what that means, it means, they will never treat you like one even if you are.


The Deerfield Mall has just enough of what a person may need if passing through or in a pinch. Pop, Beer, Smokes, Snacks. A small kitchen in the back will get ya something quick.


For gas, folks will have to hit, The Mountain View Store, or as folks also like to call it ,The Forks of the Road, because that’s what the road does up there. One fork takes you to Deerfield and the other, to Highland County.


To dine, you can hit the Buckhorn Inn, which is on the way to Deerfield. Check out that post here: The Buckhorn Inn House Dressing


And then there is White’s Wayside, famous for it’s Depression Bread since 1929. A picture from then and now….



While both, The Buckhorn Inn and White’s Wayside, are actually in Churchville, Virginia, it’s as I said, on the way to the hidden gem of Deerfield.


The charm of Deerfield is, the privacy and the small, Mayberry feel. While there isn’t an Andy Griffith or Barney roaming the roads, there is a sense of comfort when the world takes a rest. People out there still raise their own food, butcher it in their own buildings, hunt and make things from scratch. Many heat with wood and live frugally with the times. They plant gardens and they keep chickens — and have done so before it became a “thing” on Social Media or Backyard Chicken sites.


Their kin is buried out there and while many families have lost their homesteads to greedy relatives selling it off, many can still ride past, point and say, “That’s where my Great Grandpappy shot his first deer or gave my Great Grandma her first kiss.”


The tiny burial ground where my husbands people were placed is so old that the hidden cluster of graves are sinking into the ground. What gravestones there are, are so old, the names have completely worn off of rock depressingly eroded. The land this hidden cemetery sits on used to be in his family until relatives sliced it up and sold it off. My husband dreamed of buying it back one day but so far, that has never happened. It weighs against our spirits that one day, no one will know a graveyard is still there or, they will just plow the whole thing over.


Money is the seed to preservation and while many of us work instead of plopping on our butts in front of a TV all day, we will never have enough money to preserve anything, especially in lost and overlooked treasures like Deerfield.


A place that will also be plowed over, soon enough, as The Pipeline, fights to shove it’s way through there despite the natural springs, history and near extinct, Native Trout.

While I love certain things about progress, Cell Phones– which makes getting a flat tire and not being stranded a real possibility, or the Internet, which makes Blogging, Researching, and keeping up with the world as easy as breathing, some things are just depressing.


The only thing that eases my mind just a little bit is that there are still places like Deerfield, Virginia, out there. Places tucked away deep within’ the Appalachian that time may turn it’s back on causing the majority of everyone else to turn a blind eye to, but those of us who are lucky enough to know about them, will never forget. Some of us try to carve out a life there, hoping the world wont change so much that our kids and grandkids will have a chance to stay if they have a mind too. Some of us will be forever haunted by what we had to leave and at some point, will always find ourselves going back….even if just a little while.


Posted in Chicken Scratch, Homemade Cleaners & Detergents, The Hen House, The Scoop from the Coop

Homemade Laundry Detergent: My Final Results & Recipe

In case you missed the first post, The Scoop on Homemade Laundry Detergent & Stain Remover, this is my follow up to that. My, What-Work-For-Me-Recipe. Now, don’t disregard the post I just linked you to because there’s a lot of good information in there…The Recipes I started out with, how they ended up and the breakdown of ingredients.

IMG_7323Basically, my issues with the regular recipes that are floating around out there was this…the Dry didn’t dissolve in the Washer unless I used warm to Hot Water. Even then, sometimes it still didn’t dissolve. The Liquid was good for normal clothes as long as I dissolved the Borax on the stove with the soap. The Cleaning was okay, but my whites did seem to go dingy after awhile or clothes not as clean as they should be or I need them. I live with a rough crowd, here, lol. If you don’t understand what I’m talking about, again, just click the link above for the full story.

Now, all that bein’ said, I came up with this Recipe that I have used to months and months and months and I absolutely have no problems with it at all. This is a Liquid soap, too and if you do it the way I explain, there is no letting it sit for 24 hours before use.



  • 1 bottle of 21.6 FL OZ of Blue Dawn
  • 2 cup of Borax
  • 1 cup of Washing Soda
  • 5 Gallon Bucket
  • Hot Water




The tap Water in my house is super hot and dissolves anything. So, I didn’t have to heat up water or dissolve the Borax in any way. IF YOU DO, just add the Borax to about 4 or 5 cups of water and heat till it dissolves. Fill a 5 gallon bucket half way with hot tap water, gently pour the rest of the ingredients. After adding the dissolved Borax, fill the remaining bucket up with water. Use 1/3-1/2 cup or as needed. I use a whole cup because my husband is a MASON and we are always getting dirty workin’ outside with the farm animals. If you’re kids play sports or you need a recipe for homemade OXY for STAIN removal, please see the link above: The Scoop on Homemade Laundry Detergent & Stain Remover. I will forever stand by that recipe, at the bottom of the post. Just make it as you need it and don’t add it to this recipe because the Hydrogen Peroxide looses it’s power after a few hours of just sitting. Make it fresh and as you go. It’s not that hard to do so it won’t take you forever.


Now, while did I go with this recipe? I use Blue Dawn for everything. In fact, sometimes I add more than the bottle above to my Detergent. Ill buy the great big bottle and use half. But again, that’s because I don’t like my clothes dingy and my husband is a Mason, etc., My recipe adds bubbles, too, or Suds and I LIKE SUDS. I swear I miss the old Washers that used a ton of water. I hate these new HE things. And all the Detergents out there, even name brands, would do so much better with more SUDS. If you are against SUDS, play with the amount you use in each WASH or cut back on the DAWN.

I add the 2 cups of Borax above, too, because I don’t want my whites dingy. And I don’t add any kind of scent to my detergent because all those softeners weaken the cleaning power—in my opinion. I add my Softener to the Wash, to each Wash, in the softener compartment.

I can use this detergent with Cold Water, Warm or Hot. I don’t have a problem with it dissolving.



Posted in The Hammered Hen, The Hen House, The Hungry Hen, The Scoop from the Coop, Things to Crow About

Bitterless Coffee & Sweet Tea

There’s a trick Grandma used to do that no one seems to know anymore. A way she made her coffee that made it taste unlike anything we’ve tasted since. Well, unless you know the trick, which, now days, quite a few are catching on thanks to Pinterest and Social Media.

A pinch of salt– add a pinch of salt, or, about 1/4th teaspoon for those who need exact measurements, to the coffee after you put it in the filter. If you are using the a reusable K-pod, for those with Keurigs, then do the exact same thing, only a smaller amount.

A pinch of salt will kick the bitter right out of your cups.

For those who can’t drink coffee because it causes heartburn, add a pinch or so of baking soda. Use this, instead of salt, which will actually combat the bitterness AND help illuminate the heartburn!

And if you want something that tastes expensively delicious but without the price tag or brand name, and that doesn’t have that nasty chemical aftertaste a lot of flavored coffees have, add cinnamon and or nutmeg to the coffee — not the cup, but let it brew with the coffee itself. Play with the amount– a couple of sprinkles or just a dash. Add one or both. You can even add a splash of extract like Vanilla.

I’ve made my coffee like this for years– with baking sofa, cinnamon and sometimes nutmeg. People always ask where I bought my coffee and those who can’t stand flavors, loved mine. They’re shocked with I tell them the Brand– one of the most common but cheapest on the grocery store shelf. Not to mention, shocked at the flavor.

I’m a cream in the cup kind of girl but for those times when I run out, a cup of coffee made this smooth, I can drink it black, no problem.

For tea, do the same thing. What happens is, the Baking Soda and or Salt attacks the Tannins in the tea, which is what can make Tea a bit bitter. Of course, the Tannins in the Tea is what Herbalists swoon over. They are what makes the healthy properties in Tea and what makes those properties combat so many ugly unwanteds. To read more about Tannins, check out:

The Healing Properties of Black & Green Tea

So give it a try next time you brew up a batch and let us know if you have any tricks you’ve been adding to yours! 😜


Posted in Chicken Scratch, Hen Cackle, Things to Crow About

Beware: Everyone’s Gonna Be Like They’ve Been Smokin’ Crack


This is my own brand of a Public Service Announcement.

It’s Friday the 13th AND a Full Moon…. Farmer’s Almanac is even callin’ it a WOLF MOON??? On any normal moon, we know what it’s like in these Hills when so and so goes out Howling at it. Don’t act like you don’t know who you are.

Ya’ll, If I was you, or me, I wouldn’t even come out my hen house tonight. Just sayin’. It’s gonna be like everybody out there is smokin’ Crack. It’s gonna be like Crackheads gone wild out there.  Imagine your most batsh*t craziest relative turned up five thousand notches. Wound up way too tight, then again and again, then flung on out there to spin like there’s no tomorrow.

Yeah. I’d just lock the doors and pull down the blinds. Keep the TV low so if anybody comes a knockin’, they won’t know you’re in there. You hear any loud noises, just put a pillow over yo’ ears. Don’t look. The worst things in life cant be unseen.

And definitely don’t go nowhere like Walmart. You cant even imagine what the hell will be roaming the isles up in there.

Nah, just stay in.


Posted in Chicken Scratch, Things to Crow About

The Crowin’ Hen Has a NEW Facebook Group


And it’s time to try somethin’ new. The Crowin’ Hen has a new Facebook Group, hoping to make it easier for people to stay up to date or discuss things they wanna discuss. This will also be a great way for all of you to cluck and crow about things you wanna, well, cluck and crow about. Just be patient while I get things organized and such….


I could split my britches, I’m so dang excited!

Posted in Back in the Day, Chicken Scratch, The Scoop from the Coop, Things to Crow About

(HE) is a Big Crock of Doo-Doo


I’ll never forget the first apartment I got that allowed me to have my very first Washer and Dryer set. In my early twenties, THIS was a big deal. No more Laundry Mats. No more quarters. No more carting trash bags of dirty clothes around. No more stretching my clean ones until I had a day off that I’d be cursed to spend in the Laundry Mat and not somewhere fun and interesting like the rest of my friends.

Of course, I couldn’t afford a brand new Washer and Dryer. Luckily, a family member was just starting out selling appliances. They sold me something they couldn’t exactly get rid of because of the way it looked and it’s age—a beat up, ugly ol’, lime green Maytag Washer. This thing looked a hundred years old. It was heavy, clunky and there was absolutely nothing fancy about it. Luckily my Laundry Room had a door because this set was an eyesore, complete with an off-white Dryer that had more dents in it than my first car, a used Chevette.

They weren’t pretty but baby, they could sure take a lickin’ and keep on gettin’. My now husband and I decided to move in together not long after. Now, he’s a Country boy, or what I like to call, Mountain Man. On top of bein’ a Mason, that man can dirty up some clothes and if anyone is married to either or, you know they wear lots of layers, too. So right off the bat, I had a ton of clothes to wash, every single day. And the stains weren’t sweet and easy like. They hooked their claws into the threads of the cloth and held on for dear life. But my ol’ green Washer wasn’t no new girl to any block. She was somethin’ fierce. She’d take fifty tons of clothes and jerk them suckers around like a wolf with a chew toy. She’d barely bat an eye at a stain. She’d go all in with fists ready. And that Dryer got hotter than hussy sittin’ up in church in the middle of August while  a Preacher yelled a warning of damnation to every harlot and drunkard within ten miles.

When we moved back to my husband’s hometown, way out there in Deerfield, Virginia, our very first house had the worst iron water this Country girl has ever seen. I swear to each and every one of you, this iron would come shootin’ out them pipes the size of a damn baseball. Big baseballs of chunky, orange rust. As if we’d walked outside with our clothes on while some snot-nosed kid threw handfuls of orange clay at us. That’s what the hell our clothes looked like. My husband was always muckin’ with the plumbin’ because this god awful stuff would clogged everything up and wear it ten times over like that of tar. Everything we had was ruined and I just knew my Maytag wouldn’t last long. How the hell could it? If this is what that water was doing to the pipes, commodes, sinks and tubs? No way could my lime-green fighter take much of a beatin’ with all that concerned. But I was wrong.

We lived in that house for two years and my Maytag kept on gettin’. I was constantly buyin’ rust cleaner givin’ her a run through even though it hardly made a dent in the toilets, sinks and everything else. Once we moved, to my absolute sadness, my Washer finally bit the big one. She passed onto Washer Heaven and just flat out died. If only I knew what I had then, I might have hired someone to come out and fix her—if she could have been fixed. Instead, foolishly, like a fifty year old man in a midlife crisis, I traded her in for a newer model. Just like those men, my life has went hill every since.

That was over fifteen or more years ago. (Do we really have to depress things further by countin’ up the exact years?) *winks* Since, I haven’t had a Washer last more than four years and the last two, no more than two. In fact, the one I have now, went belly up while it was still under warranty, and for once, the Manufacturer didn’t find a way to screw me out of that. Well, they did in the end, but at the time, it all seemed legit. They sent out a Service Man who literally ended up replacing EVERY. DANG. THANG. THAT. EVER. WAS! I’m not kiddin’. He replaced every dern part when it was all said and done. The part I got screwed on was, he wasn’t certified to work on that particular brand and the reason he replaced everything was, he didn’t know what the hell was wrong in the first place. So, I still have problems but the new girl isn’t under Warranty anymore, so I’m basically draggin’ her along for the ride for as long as I can. *winks*

Anyway, the moral of the story, I’d give anything for that ol’ Maytag back. Sure she was an eyesore, ain’t we all at one point or another? But she worked like a dream and harder than anything they make now. All this (HE) crap is a joke. This less water BS is exactly that….BS. If you can’t wash a full load of clothes, then how the heck is using less water efficient? My Maytag girl would break my clothes down to two loads now – and I have two kids still at home and my husband, who still gets as dirty as mud. Even if my oldest was still home, my Maytag would blow the doors off this sad little joke of a Washer I got now. Now, I have to do four to five loads of clothes—compared to what my Maytag could do in two. Now to me, if I’m washing two to three times more loads of clothes a day then that’s not highly efficient. That’s a high kick in my arse. And Stains? You wanna talk about Stains? If I don’t pre-treat it with the new girls, then I’m cursed to live with the Stain forever and sometimes, even if a bunch of elbow grease and fightin’ of my own, the Stain still won’t pack up and leave. But Mrs. Maytag could whip a Stain with her eyes closed even if I didn’t catch it to pre-treat. She’d whip that sucker six ways till Sunday. Shoot, the other Stains on the second load would catch wind of that and jump clean off the clothes all on their own before they had to dance with her.

Those were the days. What I wouldn’t give to have that ol’ girl back—eyesore or not—because lord knows, all the younger models that took her place, these supposed (HE) wonders, are a big crock of doo doo.



The picture above was snatched off Google—obviously someone is selling one. The one in the pic above looks a whole lot better than the fist-swingin’, fighter I had.  Oh sure, I’d take the chance and buy it but who’s to say she is what they say she is—that she can replace the ol’ lime- green queen I once had.

Those were the days……


Ya’ll come back now, ya hear?

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Corrupt Information & Media Manipulation

This article is not Pro-Trump or Anti-Hilary or vise-versa. Let me point that out right now. If you can’t look at this without favoritism for either side, then you won’t “get” what I’m saying. However, if you can, then you’ve already noticed what I’m trying to point out….and that should scare the hell out of you….


Information is being controlled. Bought and Paid for. It is no longer unbiased. Every Source has it’s own Agenda.



When I was a kid, my mother and stepfather used to buy, The Enquirer. For those who don’t know or remember, The Enquirer, was one of many printed gossip magazines. You still see them today sitting right there at the check out isles of nearly every grocery store out there.

The Enquirer, would have articles about anybody who was considered somebody and every single one of those somebodies were living the Hollywood dream. Now, my Mother claimed to know not one scandalous morsel printed in these magazines were real, or, so she said, repeatedly. Still, she’d buy them, obsessed with who was having an affair with who. Who was on a bender? Who fell off the wagon? Who was the illegitimate child made out of wedlock?.

Not one Media Station, Brand – Name Reporter, or News Source worth it’s salt, took magazines like, The Enquirer, seriously. Not one Actor or Actress, wanting to be taken seriously, proclaimed magazines like this was anything more than just plain trash.

I remember when Oprah first hit the scene and landed her own Talk Show. She would constantly shoot these Gossip-Mags down for reporting false stories about her. She despised them for invading her private life. She was constantly ranting about how they’d stretch and manipulate her Truths. I think they were always being sued by the likes of her and others until….

Whether we knew it or not, things started to change. Certain Actors and Actresses learned to use these Magazines to help their Careers. Things started to get “leaked” and even if they weren’t true, any Publicity became known as “Good Publicity”.  Once this sort of promotional scheme launched, we suddenly entered the virtual world where Privacy was the land of open borders. Suddenly, Sex Videos were supposedly stolen, naked Pictures sent between Lovers. The most private intimacies became black marketable treasures. That is, until the internet helped make that sort of thing available to everyone.

Next up, Realty TV. Low-Budget TV that created a whole new definition of Drama. We are still told things were real – but they weren’t and they aren’t. Yet, how many of us still watch it? How many live for Jersey Shore, The Housewives, Big Brother and whatever else? How many people of today’s Generation would have known who Donald Trump was if it were not for, The Apprentice?

Never-the-less, this whole new arena made a bunch of, Nobody-Knew-Your-Name-Before-People, get noticed. People started to become famous, literally famous, and for what? Not for talent or being able to recite Hamlet in a way that deserved a standing ovation. Not for a song that literally took us back to a moment in time, made us feel happy, or moved us to tears. Not for a Painting worthy of a Museum, or a Book, which literally possesses us within it’s fiction.

No. They became famous for being everything supposedly detested. For being bad, rude, or having uncontrollable, unpredictable and sometimes very dangerous behavior. They became a household name for butt implants, leaked sex tapes, drug addictions, ripping the hair off a woman’s head, spitting in someone’s face, or cutting the throat of another, over a man or woman—who, mind you was laying down with anyone or anything they could get their hands on. These, Who-Are-They’s, and Has-Beens, became the latest craze and sadly, horrifyingly, the only thing grabbing ratings or keeping anyone’s interest. So much so, everything else has followed it’s deceitful and manipulative lead.

Now days, Media and News Sources have become shamelessly like them. It’s all about the Ratings. CNN, FOX, NBC, ABC– the list goes on and on. Think you’re safe with local stations? Local News Stations report what the big boys do. I watched my local station follow the lead with CNN all through this last election. And this last election, well, if ever there has been proof, we certainly saw it without a doubt. Remember when people used to say, you can’t believe anything on the Internet? Presently, the same can be said for Mainstream Media of all kinds. And not only that, now we are seeing a rise in “Outlaw Sources” like Wiki-leaks, Anonymous, and so on. Don’t any of you find it strange that we all, including myself, flock to these sort of sites for information that the Mainstream Media covers up? Or are we being baited and trapped there, too? Who’s to say Julian Assange isn’t playing the game with his own Agenda and being paid very well for it? These rebel Media Sources could be the new Enquirers– only instead of being considered trash, we are caught up in the whole James Dean theme of it all…the reject the man and purge authority image. An image, a role, we have all been unknowingly led to play.

I’m not putting on a tin-foil hat and I am not suggesting that you do the same, but there is definitely a change happening and the destination — whether it’s good or bad– is completely unknown.

Again, take this last election…

We had emails coming at us proving or faking proof that the Election was basically stolen from Bernie Sanders. We had huge dumps of dishonesty, cheating, and purposeful deception slapped across our faces concerning voter fraud, people paid to start and stir up protests, riots, enact violence against the other side and so on. They even played the Sexual Predator hand, the dirty affair card, and, dare I say, some people paid or not paid, to scream RAPE. And they weren’t coy or sly about it, either. No, in this Election, everything was in-your-face-blunt.

I would watch one Candidate give a Speech and then no sooner did I watch the entire thing Live, an opposing News Source would change a word, falsely manipulate the context it was said in, or completely distort it.

Have you heard of slut-shaming? Try Race-shame or Candidate-Shaming. If you questioned important issues concerning one side, you were accused of being a Racist. If you supported a certain Candidate, you were accused of being uneducated or worse. If you supported a policy, then you were accused of hating a religion. Let’s not even broach what both sides were accused of concerning the topic of Immigration.

Then comes the Violence…. During and even now, people are burning other people’s property, physically beating other people or threatening assassination. Most of you scream, Freedom of Religion, and or, Peace, but then are easily triggered into Violence or Hate if someone stands on the opposite side. Just a word of advice, that doesn’t make you better nor does it justify your actions. It makes you just like those you are accusing–wrong.

For those of you who claim another is uneducated, how should we become enlightened? Every Media Source is tainted — mixing truth with lie.

Every Reporter, every Employer of that Reporter, every Actor or Actress, every piece of News has been tainted with a Biased Agenda or Opinion. Unbiased Journalism is now a Myth. Fiction. A Fairy-tale.

Someone once said, the reason Barbara Walters was such a remarkable Reporter was because she had the ability to keep her opinions out of it. She was able to remain unbiased no matter who sat across from her. Whether they were a Serial Killer or a Two-Timing Actor, Barbara could ask difficult but fair questions in hopes of bringing us the truth.

Now, whether we believe this of Barbara Walters or not, the general idea is no less seductive. Isn’t this what we want, what we expect our Mainstream Media to give us? Isn’t this what we hope our News is — nothing but actual Facts, complete and actual truth?

A Lawyer once argued, “Let them bring in their experts and we will bring in ours.” For every expert they had to say one thing, we can bring in one to say something else. An expert for every Side, one could say.

That’s what we are dealing with now and it’s everywhere. It’s in Media, in Hollywood, on the Radio, and, frightfully, in all World Governments. The Veil has been pulled back. We have a glimpse of what’s behind the curtains. The identity or, identities, of the Wizard has been revealed. Information, all information, has been polluted in order to create a cause and an effect out of us all. What do I mean exactly?

Remember the guy in High School who you thought was a friend but instead of talking you down, he egged you on, fired you up. “Who’s your girlfriend talking to? Did that guy just brush up against her arm? You just gonna walk away and ignore it? Man, I’d knock his head off. No way would I let that go. You gonna let him walk all over you like that?”

Do you think I’m exaggerating? Then let me put it to you like this…

We reject violence as a Society and it’s been this way for how long? We have Laws against Violence. Commit Arson — go to jail. Hit someone– go to jail. Knowing that, think about that, when the next time you turn on the News and CNN or another Station is showing clips of people burning down businesses or robbing TV’s while protests become violent in the streets and that reporter says…

“These Protests are certainly understandable. I love how people are voicing their unhappiness.” (I’ve heard Reporters say both of these things numerous times.)

Instead of saying, “These are Criminals and you are all committing crimes. No matter your reasons. No matter how you justify it. It is non-excusable.”

But they don’t, because they are fueling the chaos. They are that guy in High School whispering in your ear. Making something out of nothing or making it seem worse than what it already is. Instead of encouraging you towards better ways, more productive ways of handling the problem, they are pushing you to make it worse.

Those of you who are rioting — you’ve been manipulated to do so. Those of you who are attacking others, no matter how glorious or justified the cause — racism, bullying, those who stand against your lifestyle, an invasive religion or the false image fashioned of someone in the spotlight– you have been manipulated.

You, who think you are bringing about change to prevent or stop an obvious Evil, are really just a puppet being controlled by a Puppet Master. You can’t even be given proof that says otherwise because we are all so overcome with anger, hurt and hate that it just goes through one ear and out the other.

For example, and this is just an example, if you have been told that Trump said in a speech that anyone in the Military with PTSD is weak and unworthy.

If I showed you a Video of that Speech, the actual Video in full, where he was actually telling Men in the Military that, in different words, not everyone can handle the same type of stress, react in the same way to the same kind of horrors — while some learn to deal with it, some break and become broken. Those who do break need extra care to help heal. In the actual speech where Trump was talking about PTSD, he was truthfully trying to think of ways to help our Military who maybe struggling.

Perhaps your hate of him makes that go right over your head. The seed of doubt was already placed in your head by whatever Reporter spinning their own version. We love to believe the worst about those we already despise.

Because of the way you already feel, when you hear Trump’s words and how he told it, it doesn’t mean any other way than the way you’ve already been made to believe it.

Those who are manipulating us, know this. They know you are passionate about certain things and they know because of life experiences, you are sensitive concerning certain crimes, wrongs, and subjects. They are counting on this because without this, they can’t manipulate you. They are counting on us playing out the whole two wrongs — which as Momma said, never make a right. They are counting on you hating an entire Color because a few people of a certain Color did an awful wrong against you or an ancestor. And they have paid people, people who benefit greatly, whose only purpose is to keep that hate going.

You cant demand that people stop seeing you by your Color if you willingly segregate yourself by Color. How come we are still hung up on skin-tone and when did this become a Species or Race? Color is not a Race, people. It’s a Color. We don’t classify colors within’ our own Colors. We don’t say,” Hey, I’m a mocha cream, African American.”, “Hey, I’m a rosy Caucasian born from a mother who was more of a sandy, beige.”

Shouldn’t we be classified by our actual Race which is, (drum roll please), HUMAN?

But again, we easily play into the cards we’re being dwelt because we easily find our own personal reasons to justify it. And every which way, we are being led by fashion, by who and what is beautiful, this is acceptable and that isn’t, and so on.

And why do they want to manipulate us in the first place? Because…

Divided we Fall. If we are Fighting Among Ourselves, then we are not paying attention to what THEY’RE DOING.

We will never bring an end to the corruption or will ever focus on who is doing the corrupting, if we can’t stand together. We cant stand together if we are hating each other, dividing ourselves by Race, Gender, Country, Wealth, Education, Religion and Lifestyle.

Divided we Fall. Stop Being Manipulated.


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