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NanceGreggs (1000+ posts) Thu Apr-10-08 08:27 PM
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Sometimes I Wish I Just Didn't Know
Edited on Thu Apr-10-08 09:21 PM by NanceGreggs
Sometimes I wish I just didn’t know.
I think about how uncomplicated life would be if I accepted the MSM version of current events, instead of seeking out the real news via more reliable sources. I ponder how I could go about my daily routine with ease if I simply took the word of well-coiffed, corporate-owned shills without questioning their credentials or their morals, instead of searching for more disturbing fare from the vanishing breed of journalists whose only motivation is reporting the truth.
Sometimes I wish I just didn’t know that my government is being run by warmongering profiteers, who view taxpayers’ dollars as a source of personal wealth to be deftly transferred from the pockets of hard-working Americans into the bank accounts of themselves, their families, and their friends.
Sometimes I wish I could just pretend that these are fine, moral people who just happened, through sheer coincidence, to have profited from the deaths of so many, along with the death of the American Dream.
Sometimes I wish I just didn’t know that the current administration is a collection of thieves, incompetents and liars, the kind of people who hide behind phrases like executive privilege and for reasons of national security while destroying the Constitution and ignoring the rule of law.
Sometimes I wish I could just be one of the mindless sheep who convince themselves, on an ongoing basis, that there have been no freedoms lost nor laws broken – and if there have been, it is of no consequence.
Sometimes I wish I just didn’t know that people on the other side of the world are dying not to promote or sustain democracy, but to fill the coffers of the greedy and fulfill the sick aspirations of those who see the dead in terms of meaningless numbers, and the resources of the oppressed as something they are entitled to exploit for the sake of their bottom line.
Sometimes I wish I could truly believe there is a positive outcome to the ongoing bloodbath, and all of the destruction, the violence, the inhumanity will somehow transform itself into a happy ending for all concerned.
Sometimes I wish I just didn’t know that the only power being promoted and embraced by the present government is the power of the Almighty Dollar, and its only goal the pursuit of ensuring that every last dollar be wrested from the hands of the honest and hard-working in order to be handed over to the already wealthy.
Sometimes I wish I could ignore the plight of my fellow citizens, and just tell myself that survival of the fittest, however immoral the unleveling of the playing field, is what America is all about.
Sometimes I wish I just didn’t know that my nation, once the Cradle of Democracy, has become a breeding-ground of torturers, that the Home of the Brave is now the refuge of cowards who sit silent in the face of the complete destruction of those perceived to be weak, that the country built on the principle of Freedom of Religion is populated with so-called Christians who preach intolerance, hatred, violence, and the all-important ethic of visiting death and destruction on those who worship differently.
Honestly, and with all sincerity, there are times when I wish I just didn’t know – times when I dream about how peacefully I could sleep if I didn’t have nightmares about my own country and what it has become; times when I wish I could look at my children and not imagine how it would feel if they were imprisoned and tortured, times when I truly desire to see an American flag waving and not wonder what atrocities are being committed in its name, times when I want to be free of the knowledge that everything my country once stood for has been dragged through the mud by corporate greed and those who enable it, by Bible-spouting propagandists who prey on those of true faith, by alleged patriots who supplant love-of-country with lapel-pins and bumper-stickers, and by sadists who hide behind phrases like Keeping America Safe in order to enjoy the excruciating pain of those they know to be innocent.
Like many Americans, sometimes I wish I just didn’t know. But to deliberately not know is to be complicit, to be part of the deafening silence that allows such things to happen.
To choose not to know is, in and of itself, to choose not to care. And if we choose not to care, all is truly and irretrievably lost.
Sometimes I wish that NanceGreggs had two livers so when she burns through her first liver she has a backup to sustain her life so I can keep reading her idiotic internet diatribes on a daily basis :whatever: :-)http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=show_mesg&forum=389&topic_id=3141132&mesg_id=3141132 (http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=show_mesg&forum=389&topic_id=3141132&mesg_id=3141132)Grab a coffee before reading this! :whatever:
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It's not good for someone nearly 60 years old to be drinking that much.
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I started falling asleep after the first two sentences of that snooze fest.
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instead of searching for more disturbing fare from the vanishing breed of journalists whose only motivation is making up the truth.
FIXED Now........
Sometime I wish people like her would just F*** themselves.
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I think about how uncomplicated life would be if I accepted the MSM version of current events, instead of seeking out the real news via more reliable sources.
Think of how much more time you could have for Cocktail Hour if you didn't have to stift through all kinds of news sources until you find one that agrees with your worldview on a particular subject.
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Sometime I wish people like her would just F*** themselves.
She probably does...I imagine you couldn't keep her conscious long enough to do it to her :-)
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I just can't read her crap...it just goes on and on with no end in sight. Her next screed starts were the one before it left off...it's like the twilight zone. :mental:
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I just can't read her crap...it just goes on and on with no end in sight. Her next screed starts were the one before it left off...it's like the twilight zone. :mental:
Or "Groundhog Day."
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Does she EVER say anything new?
Cindie
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Again, the unsubtle hand of the Boston Drunkard is seen in a post. The repeating of some tag-words ("Sometimes I") is supposed to lend Gravitas and a poetic metric. In fact, it just looks silly.
And if this person is this miserable and this vapid, I would recommend just checking out. It would improve the overall intelligence level of the entire country.
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Does she EVER say anything new?
No, Delilah, madam, that doesn't appear to be her function in life, to think of things new.
The American Nana's a cheerleader, nothing more.
You know, the rah-rah-repetitive stuff cheerleaders say.
I'll bet the American Nana was a cheerleader in junior high school, circa 1962.
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Does she EVER say anything new?
No, Delilah, madam, that doesn't appear to be her function in life, to think of things new.
The American Nana's a cheerleader, nothing more.
You know, the rah-rah-repetitive stuff cheerleaders say.
I'll bet the American Nana was a cheerleader in junior high school, circa 1962.
She's apparently a great admirer of Molly Ivins, another plagiarist windbag. And that explains much.
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:cheerleader2:
:drink:
Hey, does that makes her multi-emoticonic?
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She's apparently a great admirer of Molly Ivins, another plagiarist windbag. And that explains much.
One can always tell a lot about a person, even if a stranger, by the people they admire.
It says a great deal for the primitives that two people they seem to admire are the late Molly Ivins and the late Ann Richards--both dubbed "nice people" by various primitives at various times.
But in truth, both were angry, bitter, resentful, Hate-filled people; it's true they had hard early lives, but many people had bad experiences when young, but manage to escape Hating when they grow older.
Molly Ivins and Ann Richards were tragedies, not triumphs.
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Sometimes I wish DU would fall off the interwebs :-)
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Sometimes I wish DU would fall off the interwebs :-)
Then, how would we get out entertainment?
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She's apparently a great admirer of Molly Ivins, another plagiarist windbag. And that explains much.
One can always tell a lot about a person, even if a stranger, by the people they admire.
It says a great deal for the primitives that two people they seem to admire are the late Molly Ivins and the late Ann Richards--both dubbed "nice people" by various primitives at various times.
But in truth, both were angry, bitter, resentful, Hate-filled people; it's true they had hard early lives, but many people had bad experiences when young, but manage to escape Hating when they grow older.
Molly Ivins and Ann Richards were tragedies, not triumphs.
I agree, Frank. I pretty much had the childhood from hell and I went through the whole man-hating, feminist, "wimmins studies" thing in college. But it felt like such a heavy burden to carry that much hate and anger around with me every day. And it still meant I was allowing someone else to dictate how I felt. I swore when I became an adult, I'd never let another person control me like that again. Yet, here I was letting a bunch of bitter, hate-filled women make me into a victimized, carbon copy of themselves. It's kind of disgusting and abusive in its own way if you think about it. Here's a group supposedly dedicated to lifting women up but instead they really want you to wallow in your pain. And personally, I just couldn't muster enough bitterness and hatred of men. Besides, I got my way more often when I was wearing a pretty little red dress than I did wearing army fatigues and a bulky sweatshirt.
As soon as I got out from under that feminist rock my life got better. I have a great life. I have a really good husband who I love more today than when we first met, two great sons and most importantly, I found God (he wasn't lost, I was). I got to stay home and raise & homeschool my sons and there were times when my husband worked 2 jobs...one time during one of the coldest winters we had, he rebuilt the engine to his truck (we didn't have a garage, he was outside) so we could keep our savings instead of using them to buy a new car. Now I sit here in this most perfect place in the country where I can have all the critters my heart desires and my husband can fish. My flower garden is starting to wake up, the hummingbirds are flitting by my window, my roosters are crowing to each other, the creek is flowing by, and my husband is watching The Monkey King on the sci-fi channel. Everything that happened in my life, good and bad made this most beautiful life possible. I just got the bad stuff out of the way early so I could really enjoy the remaining 70 or 80 years.
Cindie
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It just goes to show how little she knows.
The silly bitch didn't utter a single fact.
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It just goes to show how little she knows.
The silly bitch didn't utter a single fact.
Of course not.
The American Nana's a cheerleader, just chanting slogans.
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I just can't read her crap...it just goes on and on with no end in sight. Her next screed starts were the one before it left off...it's like the twilight zone. :mental:
Bingo. The whole thing could be translated as "It's so much easier to validate my moonbat beliefs when I make shit up," with and unstated subtext of "Pink elephants make such cool writing collaborators."
:lmao:
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I agree, Frank. I pretty much had the childhood from hell and I went through the whole man-hating, feminist, "wimmins studies" thing in college. But it felt like such a heavy burden to carry that much hate and anger around with me every day. And it still meant I was allowing someone else to dictate how I felt. I swore when I became an adult, I'd never let another person control me like that again. Yet, here I was letting a bunch of bitter, hate-filled women make me into a victimized, carbon copy of themselves. It's kind of disgusting and abusive in its own way if you think about it. Here's a group supposedly dedicated to lifting women up but instead they really want you to wallow in your pain. And personally, I just couldn't muster enough bitterness and hatred of men. Besides, I got my way more often when I was wearing a pretty little red dress than I did wearing army fatigues and a bulky sweatshirt.
As soon as I got out from under that feminist rock my life got better. I have a great life. I have a really good husband who I love more today than when we first met, two great sons and most importantly, I found God (he wasn't lost, I was). I got to stay home and raise & homeschool my sons and there were times when my husband worked 2 jobs...one time during one of the coldest winters we had, he rebuilt the engine to his truck (we didn't have a garage, he was outside) so we could keep our savings instead of using them to buy a new car. Now I sit here in this most perfect place in the country where I can have all the critters my heart desires and my husband can fish. My flower garden is starting to wake up, the hummingbirds are flitting by my window, my roosters are crowing to each other, the creek is flowing by, and my husband is watching The Monkey King on the sci-fi channel. Everything that happened in my life, good and bad made this most beautiful life possible. I just got the bad stuff out of the way early so I could really enjoy the remaining 70 or 80 years.
Cindie
Kid, you should write a book.
That was a wonderfully succinct description of how each of us responsible for our happiness and summarizes the proper Conservative philosophy of responsibility, love, optimism, sacrifice and devotion to God (or at least understanding those who have that).
Thanks for sharing -- it makes me feel good for you, which makes me feel good.
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Ditto freedumb. Cindie, I always enjoy reading your posts! You're a breath of fresh air in odious DUmmieland.