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Bathrooms, Flags, Statues, Rights & Other Nonsense

26972e14efffffd1c7caa4282c2d6f14.jpgI’ve tried to keep my opinions to myself. Scratch that. I’ve been rather vocal with them in real life. Maybe I should say, I’ve tried to keep them off my blog, but then I wondered, why in the hell am I doing that? If I’m crowin’ bout it out here, then I should crow about it on, The Crowin’ Hen. Right?

And I realize a lot of what I am about to say may make a lot of people mad. Some of you are really sensitive about all this. So much so, you are willing to riot, physically fight, and destroy anyone or anything that doesn’t agree with you. And then on the other side, you have a lot of violent, no good people as well. Lost in the abyss of that void are people like me. Just regular, boring people like me trying to live a good and harmless life. Meaning, I’m not tryin’ to pee in your pastures, honey. I’m just tryin’ to get people to stop trashin’ mine.

First off, I’m not a stereotype. I appear to be white, but now days, who the hell knows what all is muckin’ about in my family tree. Ancestors are long gone and dead. They cant really pop back in to explain that one. And no, I wasn’t raised up bein’ told how proud we are for those ancestors ownin’ slaves. In fact, I don’t know of any that did. Not sayin’ they didn’t. Just sayin’ no one in my family wanted to be owned, much less taught us how to own another. No one sat around the dinner table wishin’ back the good old days where we were all livin’ in high cotton. We were too poor or on a budget to have cotton, folks. The only “Back in the Day” stories my Grandma told me were ones of dread and they had to do with the Great Depression. We weren’t taught to hate another because of their Color. We were taught how to grow things, not to waste– especially food, not to lie, never to cheat, and never stick our big fat noses in our neighbors business– although at times, even Grandma failed at that one.

A few of my Aunts tried to teach me about God while my Mother– broken by her own reasons– taught me how to raise my damn self and to be weary her men, who drank and swung a heavy fist. My goal as a kid– survive being a kid. I was poor, and not the good and honest kind. I was poor because my Momma didn’t wanna work and she didn’t care for her kid. I was poor like most folks around me, who were even though they worked, and those folks were of all colors. genders and sizes. If you were on welfare, you were ashamed to be on welfare. It wasn’t a badge of honor. Most like us, no matter how badly they could have used it, would have let their kids starve before going on it. Looking back now, Im not real damn sure how I didn’t starve. And I know I’m not saying starve your kids before getting it. I’m just explaining how things were then verses now. We lived frugally, modestly, and tried to do right by our churches and neighbors. If we had any sort of White Privilege, I never knew it. For the most part, the Police were fine as long as you listened. A jerk was a jerk whether they wore a badge or worked behind a register. And a jerk was gonna be a jerk no matter what Color or gender you were.

No one flew a Confederate Flag in my family when I was growing up. Some cousins had them hanging on their walls, and on T-shirts. We never thought that flag stood for slavery, though, or the South’s racist stand to keep slavery alive. We never looked at General Lee and thought, what a monster. And when someone said, “The South would rise again.”, it didn’t mean we would have slaves back. It meant we would one day be able to live a better life for a better wage. It meant that our people wouldn’t be beaten down in unsafe factories or jobs with little pay while their health and better years flew out the window as if they never existed in the first place. It meant freedom. That flag of ours meant freedom. ALL of us. No matter what Gender, Race or Religion. We’d be free and not beaten down like dogs by life, the economy, the government or anything. And it was a wake up call. A horrific, wake up call. That our ancestors stood against an unstoppable force – the Government– in an attempt to stop it. That meant life was turned upside down. Families were separated, died, starved, were murdered, raped or God knows what else. It meant brother stood against brother all because some politicians said so. And the lives lost never justified what little was gained. Do you know what we believed when it came to the Civil War? Why we think it was a ruse? From the blue collar position, the truth was loud and clear. If it was all about setting the black man free, then why did he struggle for so long after? And his life wasn’t rosey up North either. That’s the damnedest thing. No. the war was about politicians and what they wanted. Slavery was just the false reason to start the fight.

You see, when hard times set fire to a community, its a wildfire that doesn’t discriminate. It doesn’t give a damn who your ancestors were or what color your skin is. Doesn’t give two shakes where you come from or how bad you had it. Doesn’t care how hard you’re tryin’ or how close you are to giving up or making it. It will burn through a Black Man’s home just as ruthlessly as it does a white man. When black babies go hungry, their bellies growl just as awful as a white child. But we don’t define kids as black and white in my community – where real mountain and country people roam. Hunger is hunger, and we do our best to prevent it regardless of one’s last name or color. I judge people by their deeds. How they treat me, my children and each other. If your a crap-head, then I don’t care if you are white, black or purple. You don’t get to come around me and my life and be a crap=head. Take your nonsense elsewhere.

Now, I know as sure as you, that there are some people out there that are filled with Hate. They may scream about Black people, but rest assured, they are screaming about me too. They just hate. Period. They hate Color, Religion, and they hate by Gender. They hate names, social standing, anything really. You know what we do with people like that where I am from?

We don’t give them our attention. We don’t give them our time. We don’t give them anything. Do you know what happens to someone who stands out there all by themselves screaming hate? Eventually they shut the hell up and go home because no one is there to scream to or about. No one is there to fight and argue. No. One. Is. There.

And here is something else I know. Hateful people come in all colors, shapes and sizes. You don’t get a pass because of your color. You don’t get a pass because your ancestors might be slaves. You don’t get a pass because you are white complaining against other white people. Hate is Hate no matter how you or anyone else tries to justify it. Its wrong. And sure enough, everyone hates something or someone. But that’s okay….we don’t need anyone’s approval to be who we need to be. To be who we are.

And let me tell you something else, when you scream about General Lee and call him names and that he is racist, you are showing your lack of education. Lee inherited slaves that he set free. He didn’t believe in slavery and he was one of few that would train a black man on an equal level as a white man. He also was quoted in saying how they were equal. Lee fought because he was a Virginian and Virginia has a deep sense of pride in it’s land and people. Back then, at least. To kill a neighbor or turn your back on your birth- state was like raising a hand to strike down God. And we won’t even go into how the South wasn’t even fighting to keep Slaves. I don’t care what your opinions are about the Civil War. I just care that many of you are so heartless, that you could care less if there was another one.

I believe in less Government. Live and let live. You do as you must and I’ll do, here on my land, what I must. As long as we harm no one and obey Laws. As long as we respect everyone’s right to live as they so desire to live. I don’t care what people do in their personal life. They can love a woman, a man, or themselves, for all I care, as long as everyone is consenting and backs off those who are under-aged and not consenting.

I don’t care if you hate our flag, just respect what it means to me and others. If it means hate to someone, you will know it sure enough. They’ll be out there screaming about it but as I said before, don’t give them an audience or any attention. They’ll go home sure enough. We choose what power their words have. We choose whether we react, whether they harm us, or whether we even give a damn. They can spew crap all day long, but it is our choice on whether we take it to heart.

And while I don’t care if someone is Gay or not, this whole Bathroom thing is insane as well. Why cant we just put one stall, Family restrooms everywhere? Then no one needs to feel invaded or denied their Rights. See, that’s the thing as well, you can’t push something on someone else if they are not comfortable with it. So create a situation where everyone can be happy. Im not sure why no one can agree to that? Instead, we seem focused on making everyone okay with what we want– and that’s never gonna happen. And why do we need other people to be okay with…US? Be You and Ill be ME. Happiness is not found in other peoples approval.

Last, but not least, who the hell cares anymore what Melania Trump’s shoes are? I’m sick and tired of our headlines always tearing down a woman– what she can wear, what she shouldn’t, she looks fat, ugly, old. Stop tryin’ to dictate what we look like and stop tearing my Sisters down because we dont fit into the “Stepford” box you;re trying to bury us in. I don’t care what shoes that woman was wearing. I care about the fact that North Korea just fired a weapon over Japan. I care about lifting each other up and taking care of those in my community who are in need. Im concerned with the cost and condition of our food. Im concerned about wages– about families where both adults work but still cant get by. I care about being segregated not by race but by how rich or poor we are. There’s the real threat. I care about people segregating themselves because you think you are the victim but really you’ve become the monster you’ve been screaming about. I care about whether or not I will have a retirement or if they will take my home because of the endless piles of doctor bills and taxes holding me under water. I care about our crooked government, of all crooked governments and the people stuffing Politicians pockets and paying off Media in order to distract and divide us. I care that they are not held accountable for false News or distorting facts to suit their own agenda and message. And the thousands of self-serving, selfish, lazy, no good con-artists in between that are taking advantage of an already horrible situation.

If all those people rioting took on the corruption of Washington, homelessness, human trafficking (Your present day form of slavery that doesn’t discriminate against color, lifestyle or gender), education, the economy and health, can you just imagine what we could accomplish? But in stead we argue over dead men, flags, bathrooms and shoes. And guess what happens after that? After all the statues are knocked down, after all of the schools are renamed, after bathrooms are open to one and all, after Melania Trump puts on sneakers, there will still be corruption, homelessness, education, economy and health problems, and human trafficking.   And I bet not one fist or curse word would be raised over any of that. Sad. Just sad.

Posted in Back in the Day, Canning & Preserving, Food Facts, From Scratch, Hen Cackle, Historical, The Scoop from the Coop, Things to Crow About, Uncategorized

Water Bath or Pressure Canner? And a Vintage Water Bath Chart.

1304176654-hey-who-s-the-designer-here-before-after-design-talk-oyxnog-clipartAre you like me? Ready to pull hair and scream over this whole: Water Bath or Pressure Canner debate? I feel you. I really, really feel you. And I can even understand why newbies to Canning are so freaked out. It’s not like the “Canning Police” and the “FDA” attempt to ease our mind any. They have more Do’s and Don’t’s than Grandma and her switched did.


And for those of us who were raised on our previous Ancestors, and how they did things, that’s a real struggle. I’d like to see the “Canning Police” or the “FDA” tell my Grandma or one of my Great Aunt’s how to Can. I’d love for them to say….

  • “You aren’t allowed to Can Potatoes”
  • “You aren’t allowed to Can Tomatoes in a Water Bath and if you Can, which better be in a PC (Pressure Canner), then that better have added Acid in it.”
  • “No Onions allowed!”
  • “Stick to a recipe to a T. If it calls for four cloves of Garlic, you better stick to 4 cloves. If not, you will kill the whole family.”

And last but not least….

  • “Best not EVER use a Water Bath to Can meat!!!!!”

My Grandma would have beat down the entire government. Canning police? Wouldn’t be a switch left on the tree.

Still, today, in nearly every Canning Group out there, the Nazi’s still shake a finger and the FDA is still beating fear into the Masses. And while I WILL NOT tell you what you can or can’t do, I did stumble onto this cool little vintage chart of rules for Water Bath Canners that probably swam around in every kitchen back in Grandma’s day. And I will offer one bit of advice. Not a demand,. Not a threat, just advice….

If you are Canning, do what you feel most comfortable with. I’ve used a Water Bath for everything before I finally bought a Pressure Canner a year ago. I don’t add acid to my Maters. I Can potatoes religiously. And the only difference I can offer you is this one:

PC’s Can in a shorter amount of time. Example: Canning Green Beans in a Water Bath Canner can take up to 4-41/2 hours. In a PC, 25 minutes.

Yep, that’s it. If you are on unfamiliar ground where Canning goes, a PC may make you feel safer but for those of us who were taught by Grandma and those before her, we also feel just fine the Water Bath way. So when it comes to Canning, so what the hell you want. Ask for advice by finding a great support group but a great support group doesn’t bleed and spew nothing but fear. If a Jar is bad, you will smell it. Sometimes you will see it but in case your glasses are fogged that day, the smell will tell you. That’s always worked for me.

And if a recipe calls for 4 cloves of Garlic, don’t think the entire family will die if you add 10. For the love of God, folks, stop trying to duct tape everyone into the same box. winks





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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! 😜


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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.


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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.


Please note that these are the opinions of the Author of this Article and in no way reflect the point of view of everyone here at the Blog.