SO TRUMP IS YOUR GUY?

So Trump is your guy?
That tells me much about you.
A bully you worship makes me sigh,
Because no self love have you come by.

He calls people awful names,
And enlists a hate that pollutes.
No respect for the President fame,
He's for all the self worship he can gain!

He calls people fat, ugly and stupid,
And yet you all fall for his divisive scraps!
His platform is so very putrid, 
His words full of decayed meaning muted!

Trump will be a fatal missile,
That will destroy our democracy design,
With a Hitler like tinsel,
And a 'LOOK AT ME I'M SO GREAT' type missile!

Missiles of hate and a miscreant,
He's breeding a change to freedom for ALL,
Breastfeeding venom to his minions to vent,
And building his empire of discontent!

All the unhappy think they found a voice,
But vampire Trump feeds on that pain,
Faking to you that he's your voice,
Only as long as you believe in HIS choice!

He truly hates you, hates us!
He is of the billionaires club,
And his way is full of abhorrence,
His path full of ignorance!

Yes, if Trump is your guy,
It tells me much about you.
You hate yourself so much that you'd lie,
Full of such hate and no desire to even try!

You've closed your mind,
You have no desire to know any truth!
A mind of hate doesn't want to find,
A love for us ALL to share and bind!

No, you'd rather kill with Trump in the lead,
And spit on your neighbor,
And sleep with your gun by your feet,
Irrational fear is ALL you see!

You are a different terror to me,
Yet not different than that which you fear,
And like those Muslims you'd hate to be,
You've have your own Sharia Law to feed!

Pretending to be so noble and brave,
Kissing Trump's feet like he's your god,
Not caring that there is no one he will save,
Or that he will send you to an early grave!

This is NOT like his reality TV show!
That is for entertainment built on all that is fake!
This is your life he'll deal a deadly blow, 
Becoming his greatest victim yet to grow!

Kiss your children goodbye,
Should this man become president,
Since Trump is your guy,
Prepare for all you love to die.

Sandra K. Harrison

February 5, 2016

WE VOTED YESTERDAY

President Barack Obama will serve as our

44th President.

So we voted.
And Obama
was elected to
a second term.
I am sooooo
excited that I
even got to vote.
It almost didn't happen.





What a hostile political environment for this years election. It may seem to many that it was unusual. But I remember the 60's, the Kennedy's, the Viet Nam war and the draft, the hippies, the protests. I remember watching TV as it gave us ready witness to the tragedies of war and the hosing of peaceful black protesters and the assassinations of great men who opened doors for an American experience that involved ALL of the people, not just a privileged few. Sound familiar? It should. We've been here before. Such passions then. Such passions now.

Finally the commercials and the bantering and the stretching of the truth and the out right lies are set to rest. Right? Now it is time to really get to work and save our country for everyone. We are Americans. A mix of color, class and cultures that enjoy the freedom to be who we are and follow the dreams we dare to dream. Will the haters stop hating? Probably not. Time will tell if the suits can all work together or if it will be a tug-o-war or chest puffing with no desire to meld the strongest points into something that could be the best political climate ever. I can hope, right? I can pray, and I do, nearly every night. With God all things are possible.

I wish this battle was outside of my safe haven here in the Sandhills. Some how my husband and I have moved from common ground some 20+ years together, to being 180 degrees off on nearly every political passion. He's white, I'm black. He's red, I'm blue. His way is right. My way is right. It finally got so bad that we agreed NOT TO TALK POLITICS around each other. And this worked, until ....

a couple weeks before the election things were said and an argument ensued and I reached a point that I was willing to move out if I had to, to protect my right to vote and my passions ...

Let's just say, we worked this all out and re-installed the ban on talking politics. And I went out and voted yesterday. Maybe those suits in 'elected' positions can find some compromise amid their passions. Like my husband and I, maybe they can work through the drama and see the most important things that matter. Like the heart of a soul. They are responsible for millions of hearts out there.

Health Care Reform?

Health Care Reform was voted in on Sunday, March 21st. It was/is a historical event and a major victory for President Obama, who was at the helm of this 'change' and has now signed this bill into law as of today. This could be our country's greatest victory ... but it has come in with firm battle lines drawn.

Health Reform has historically been fought against by the Republican Party for reasons I've yet to understand. This particular Health Care Reform also pitted a few Democrats against each other. Some of those hesitant Democrats are now taking a verbal beating and/or a few bricks, even, through their windows, for finally changing and committing to a yes vote for this bill. Those no to yes votes were key to the success in passing the Patient Protection and Affordable Care Reform Bill into law.

OK, President Obama, now it is time to put into action those speeches that you have been and will be giving us on health reform. You need to Change the negative interpretations and fear mongering and turn opposition into support. You've got to prove that this reform will work and can be cheaper and protect more AND not at the expense of the middle class, the elderly, and/or quality health care for all .... not just some. Otherwise, it is 'status quo' of what has been, only now cloaked in a Democratic package of delusion. President Obama you must show us how to adjust to the requirements of this bill without losing our homes, life savings, and dreams. If you can change all the spitting into consideration and understanding, then surely we can tweak our future in Health Reform so that everyone can benefit, not just the wealthy few...which, of course, is most of you politicians! Tell us that you understand that you can not take from one mouth to feed another and not expect the first mouth to bite.

The Kennedy Legacy Has Touched My Heart.

Found my old scrap book!! Click on a picture and it'll bring it in closer. Wonder how I turn them around so ya start with the Kennedy assassination clipping? Anyway, remembered I had these clippings when I edited the following thot's, spurred on by the loss of Senator Teddy Kennedy.


Where was I when I heard of Edward M. Kennedy's death? On my way home after picking up my grandson to care for him at Ron's house. I listen to a local religious radio station when driving and the announcement of his passing was part of the news break. Unlike the fairly recent deaths of Farrah Faucett and Micheal Jackson, this announcement hit me hard and by the time I got Corban settled into a play routine, and CNN pulled up on the TV, I was in tears. No, I did not PERSONALLY know Senator Kennedy but a big part of my political passions were spurred by the Kennedy legacy. So much so, that I named my son after President John F. Kennedy. If I would have had another son, Edward...or better, Teddy may have been a consideration.

Nebraska is a Republican state and Ogallala, my home town, is a staunch republican city. So mourning the death of a Democrat is likely a lone experience. In fact, when I did express my sorrow to someone close to me, I was slapped quiet with thier words of animosity and near glee that Senator Edward Kennedy was finally out of the picture. Guess I should have known better. It's not like this hasn't been a common reaction any time I try to give my opinion on political issues with my skewed Democratic beliefs. In fact, with all the pressure to not believe as I do, I'm surprised that I remain Democrat in such a controlling republican environment.

I was young when President John F. Kennedy was assassinated. Grandma and I watched his funeral on TV. I remember feelings of sadness and confusion. I remember hearing the adults claim he was murdered for his beliefs, for his support of black folks (only many of them weren't using the term black), and his lack of support of the Vietnam War. I remember hearing them claim he may have even been killed by Vice President Ford. I remember being appalled at the way everyone was talking.

I often wonder why I didn't just take on thier attitudes and learn to be like them. Isn't that what young minds do? Absorb the beliefs and attitudes of those they grow up with? Maybe it was the fact, I didn't trust any of those speaking. Most of them had hurt me in some way, so what they thought seemed to be part of the nightmare. Maybe it was Grandma and Mom, both were very soft in thier response to President Kennedy's death, who influenced me, but I began to crave information on the Kennedy's and went on a reading frenzy.

What I learned about them fascinated me and a respect for them grew and was never squelched even as I uncovered unsavory things about them. In fact, the scandals seemed to humanized them to me and thier causes matched my own. One thing I learned fast, growing up poor, money talks. I knew that if the poor were going to have a voice, it would have to come from someone who understood what was at stake. I believed that voice came from the Kennedy's.

I was in high school when my interest in politics bloomed and though I could not vote, I campaigned for Bobby Kennedy. How exciting to be there when the campaign train stopped in Ogallala, NE and Bobby Kennedy spoke from the back of the Caboose. What a thrill to see him, to nearly touch him, and I could just feel his energy. I was so proud of my family, as I had convinced them to vote democrat! My republican family was going to vote for Bobby Kennedy! We were going to stop sending our boys to war to be slaughtered!

I had come home from school one day and was tinkering around the house when my step-dad, Blaine, came bouncing in and seeing me, spit out:

"So, your old buddy Bobby Kennedy got shot today!"

"What!" I exclaimed in shock and disbelief.

I threw on the TV and when what Blaine had said was confirmed and worse, Bobby Kennedy was dead, I collapsed in sobs. The news of upper classmates, who had been killed by the war, hadn't hit me as hard as the news of Senator Robert Kennedy's assassination did. I wonder what I must have looked like to Blaine. As I sat on the floor, sobbing into my hands, he stood over me laughing.....laughing at my sorrow and dismay. I think I began my staunch support of the Hippie Movement on that day.

Over the years since, I've continued to read on the Kennedy's and watch as Senator Edward Kennedy rose and fell in politics. Over the years, and especially, as he took on the Health Care Cause, I have been disappointed in Teddy's detours in scandal. I have been equally hopeful when with each scandal, he would humbly rally with renewed commitment and determination against the corruption that tried to silence his voice by using each scandal to keep the focus off that very corruption that is bringing our country to its knees in these last few years.

I deeply supported his outrage that quality health care should be a right and not a priviledge for the rich. I have too many personal experiences and family stories of how our present system has failed. Senator Kennedy was our champion for this to change and now his voice is forever quiet. He wasn't assassinated and he never quit. HIS quality health care, that he wanted us all to have, couldn't conquer his brain tumor and our champion's voice was silenced. Who will champion this cause now? Surely, there is hope because who would have thought we'd ever elect a Black President? Senator Edward Kennedy knew we would!

It's been a over a month since Senator Edward Kennedy died. Like his President brother, I watched his funeral on TV. I learned how dear he was to all who knew him, even those who viewed him as an enemy. I heard stories that I could never have picked up in all my reading. He was a good man, who had some troubled times, but tried to overcome and thought about quitting but never did. He loved to sing, often not in tune, and was loved by his Kennedy clan as well as by his co-workers, as well as by a perfect stranger like me.

Just an after note: I began this post, shortly after learning of Teddy's death and finally finished my thot's on this day of September 29, 2009.

Tax Day

This day use to panic me. More often than not I have been able to eek out a return rather than pay in, so why panic? My Mom was audited once and what a mess she was. I don't think she was my only influence though. In school, I learned we came to this country to flee outrageous taxation and pursue religious freedom (among other persuits) only to become slaves to taxation and persecuted for our religious freedom!

Today there were 'tea parties' to protest our rising tax burden. I fear panic will soon be likened more as a calm word and national terror will be the nearer replacement. I fear even more though, the confusion of the masses, as we turn to devour even the innocent, in trying to find someone to stone for the guilt of this tax mess settling around our children and grandchildren.

Whose fault is it? Who cares!! Why is that so important, other than not following them into further demise....but since WHO is up for debate and has everyone's focus then time will be wasted...just as it was when a blind eye was turned to the gross greed that tumbled the housing market, the banks, the stock market, and more. Do these 'tea parties' know what the solotion is? Do they know why they doth protest?

Wow, nearly every community held some sort of 'tea party' protest. Took me back to my hippie years. Those were years just shy of the late 60 early 70's riots,then the assassinations of Senator Kennedy and Martin Luther King. It was too much!! No more!! Every one had a say, nearly everyone took to the streets...except us folks in the sandhills. If ya wanted to march in a protest you were going to have to get to a hub city where protests grew to thousands...all with one voice.

Yes, very impressive, for today's 'tea party' protests touched even the smaller communities in these here sandhills of Nebraska. People united in a single voice that cries out about the tax burden coming, far worse than any burden experienced thus far and is more than we can handle. Why? Because we are being asked to sacrafice our children.....and our grandchildren.

I'm excited for change. If it is change for the better. Hard change...even adversity is bearable if the end result is for the good of all. I'm willing to make sacrafices so my children and grandchildren can benefit from my mistakes. Benefit...not suffer!