Gift Giving

I like the Christmas holiday. I like the decorations, the wrapping paper, the jingle of the Salvation Army bell and the happy people I see when I’m shopping. I’m not going to get into the crabby people (that would fill an entire page all by itself). I know I sound like I’m from another planet, but I DO enjoy it.

I make a list of whom I’m buying for and what that person would like. I get into the nitty-gritty of each person because I want to give a gift that would really be liked and shows that I actually put some thought into it. Gift cards, to me, aren’t personal enough and I don’t really like them (although they are convenient). I heard on the radio the other day that last year 8 billion dollars worth of gift cards haven’t been used from the previous year! I haven’t purchased many gift cards, and after that stat I'm not sure I want to buy another! Cash is much easier and the person isn't limited, so I'll stick with that "universal gift".

I know, I said I like to shop for that special gift, so how is it I give cash? To keep it short and simple-I give cash for the same reason others give me and mine gift cards. Read into that what you wish.

I hear so many people say they’re at a loss for gift ideas. I’ve only felt that way once or twice and that was for a boss who had everything. Other than that, I normally don’t have a problem with gift ideas. I think it has to do with how well you pay attention to people. If you’re attentive, you’ll know what they like and dislike. Life is fast paced and crazy, even more so during the holidays. But if we just took a little time to get to know 3 details about our family members, friends and co-workers we’d have 3 clues, that with some deliberation, would turn into 3 or even 6 gift ideas.

However, Christmas isn’t about BUYING something. Each year I make someone a gift. This year I made my son a shirt with his favorite World of War Craft character ironed onto it. I printed the character off the game using the print screen button then pulled it into my photo program and added the character’s name. I printed that onto iron-on transfer paper and voila’ a custom made, one-of-a kind t-shirt! I also made bracelets for my mom, sisters and nieces. These bracelets happened by accident. I made one and it turned out SO pretty and it was SO easy that I HAD to make more!

Making gifts for people feels special to me. I’m creative and I like to share what I create. I think baking falls into this category too, but I don’t bake. I LOVE to get baked goods as a gift though! Chocolate chip cookies, cheese cake, rum balls, snicker doodles...YUM! If I were a Baker, I’d bake gifts for myself people.

But Christmas is truly about sharing love and the joy of the season. We should just chuck the whole gift exchange tradition for shared time with one another where we give of ourselves. Those are the treasures you CAN'T buy.

Printed News Prediction

Political Correctness is getting out of hand. We aren’t allowed to stereotype for fear someone will be offended and the NAACP or some other organization will be knocking on our door seeking retribution. The only place you can get the truth anymore is the blogosphere because newspapers sure as heck don’t print it like it is.

Newspapers sugar coat everything by using words like youths, undocumented American, unidentified individuals, etc. The local news stations report stories that make you want to laugh or cry; but nothing that’s truly news worthy. No one will report Muslim extremist, illegal Mexican, poor black teen, or 18 year old white male because it’s stereotyping. Duh! Isn’t that the whole purpose of stereotyping? It’s meant to serve as a means to identify someone. If a person commits a crime how do you properly identity that person by saying a man robbed the bank? You must identify him! And if the only way you can do that is by stating his skin color or ethnicity-oh well!

I’m going to predict that printed newspapers will be totally obsolete in the near future. They don’t come close to printing real news anymore. They print what their so-called bosses tell them to and they comply because they have no backbones and leave us readers with stories with no substance. Bernie Goldberg hit the nail on the head…there are crazies on the left and wimps on the right! At least in the blogosphere you can get real stories with real substance and political correctness isn’t treated like a religion.

Deportation isn’t Difficult

A Tucson 9th grader and his family were deported after he was caught with marijuana in his backpack. When the principal met with the boys’ parents and asked for their driver’s licenses the parents admitted to being illegal immigrants. The border patrol was called and the mother and her 2 sons were escorted to the Mexican border for a voluntary return while the father was held for formal deportation because this wasn’t his first offense.

Tucson residents and some school officials were up in arms stating that people will hesitate to report crimes in the future if they think illegals can be deported. Some even stated that the punishment didn’t fit the crime. Um, excuse me, coming here under the cloak of darkness is a crime, strike one. Living here in the shadows is a crime, strike two. Not paying taxes is a crime, strike three. Possessing marijuana is a crime, strike four. The punishment doesn’t fit the crime? True. Because it’s crimes, as in plural.

If you aren’t here legally you need to be deported; so, the punishment does fit the crime-perfectly. For the record, I’m all for legal immigration. After all, most of us wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for legal immigrants. I, like most Americans, have a problem with illegal aliens. Taxes aren’t being paid, crimes are being committed, free aid is being exploited, and American Citizens’ identities are being stolen. Illegals are abusing our Country! I heard they don’t want to be called illegals anymore-comparing it to the “N” word and it hurts their feelings. They prefer Undocumented Americans. Pah-Leeze! They are illegal and I will refer to them as such. Hurt feelings be damned. If the illegal aliens want rights and privileges then they need to go through the system, legally, and become United States Citizens.

Until then-round them up and ship them back to their country. It is that simple.

The Menace of Convenience

I was shopping today; yes my life now consists of mommy things, shopping, writing, and my favorite-napping. Needless to say I’m in my glory…anyway, while in the checkout line I heard a baby wailing and I cringed. I have to explain myself and the cringing.

My 2nd son turned colicky at 3 weeks old and cried all the time plus he didn’t sleep straight through the night until he was almost 2. When I hear a baby cry in a store I immediately get all knotted up inside; so I try to get out of hearing distance of the sound, but if I can’t, I leave the store. Well, in this case I was already checking out and the mother of the wailer was now pushing a double stroller-double as in twins, out the door, so I relaxed and finished my task.

While I was loading my Jeep Liberty (I feel inclined to advertise I buy American), I spotted the woman with the twins and almost dropped my bags! She was at the rear of an SUV with 2 infant seats in the hatch and she was strapping those babies in those seats! I stood there, in the parking lot, with my mouth agape, not believing my eyes. How could she see them while driving? What if they choked on something? What if she got rear-ended? Then it dawned on me-if she couldn’t see them, she probably couldn’t HEAR them either. Not to mention it was a lot easier loading them in and out of the hatch than it was the back seat.

Now, I can totally relate to a whiny kid. Been there, done that, still sane-I think. However, there is no way I’d ever do anything UNSAFE for convenience. Anyone that knows me knows that my vehicle doesn’t move until all passengers are in their own seat, strapped in their own belt and no one under the age of 13 sits in the front. Rules are there for a reason and I do my best to follow them. Some family members think I’m a spaz. Well, at least I make my position known and stand by it-- no flip-flopping.

Being a safety spaz and seeing a woman strapping her babies in the hatch of an SUV made my head spin. How she secured those seats I’ve no idea; but at least her stroller was safe and sound in the back seat! I don’t know if this woman did this out of stupidity or convenience. Doesn’t matter much, those babies were NOT safe.

People have to get licenses to cut and dye hair and to drive and sell automobiles; but any moron can reproduce and raise a child. What the answer is I’m not sure. Too bad people don’t have to take a test before having children. Can you imagine how many would fail? As I’ve come to discern-convenience is more important than safety and common sense isn’t common.

Drivers Promote Safety not Licenses

Issuing driver’s licenses to ensure safety on the roads has to be the sorriest excuse the Democrats have come up with to date. This is just a guise to help pave the road to legalize those who are here illegally and no one is going to tell me otherwise.

Giving people driver’s licenses isn’t going to make them drive safer. How many licensed drivers do we have now that operate motor vehicles uninsured? Under the influence of alcohol or drugs? How many of those licensed drivers run red lights and stop signs? Speed through school zones? Or ignore speed limit signs altogether? It’s not licenses that make driving safer, it’s the drivers.

Democrats like to twist words but intelligent Americans know the facts. Issuing driver’s licenses doesn’t ensure anything except that illegals will have an easier way to get jobs, airline tickets, government hand-outs and voter registration cards.

Blogging Competition

I know I’ve said this before, I’m new to blogging, but when I was surfing the blogosphere and saw 2007 Web Awards I almost fell off my chair! There are actually awards for this, I thought to myself. I immediately began scouring the lists, Best Blog, Funniest Blog, Best of the top 250 Blogs (to name a few) and while scanning I found a few that I liked and linked to, Jon Swift, Bitch Ph.D, Woman Honor Thyself, Dating Profile of the Day and I am Bossy.

I’ve also been reading the competitions’ blogs and I must ask, What happened to a friendly contest? I’m all for triumph but does bashing qualify as a standard to achieving that victory? Why can’t the readers just vote every 24 hours for their favorite blog and whatever blog gets the most votes wins?

I suppose what I’m trying to say is…play nice Bloggers and be honored to be nominated; there are millions of blogs on the web and yours was at least chosen for a category-that’s awesome! Heck, I’d be thrilled with a vote for a nomination to get my blog nominated. I’d even take an award for Most Boring Blog or even Worst Blog, at least that would mean my blog was noticed. As it stands I’m still trying to get out of the gate.

Comment Etiquette

I’m fairly new to blogging so when I checked my blog and saw 2 comments I got excited! Imagine my dismay when I read…

#1. I agree. Do you have spell check?

#2. It should be “play” not “pay” in your blog. Get with the program. Buck.

These anonymous comments were about my “Hillary and the Big Boys” blog and I typed pay instead of play, which I caught and corrected prior to reading these comments. I can’t respond to my anonymous critics, but if I could here’s what I would say…

#1. This blog is about me and my opinions and no one has to agree; that’s the beauty of blogging. Yes, I have spell check, however ‘pay’ isn’t spelled incorrectly.

#2. Thanks for the heads up there, Buck. Sure glad you had time to step out of your life and let me know about a typo. By the way, what program am I to “get with”? You aren’t referring to the spell check program that #1 is talking about, are you? Maybe you could step out of your life again and clarify.

I’ve read a lot of blogs since I entered the blogosphere and I’ve seen many grammatical and punctuation errors, as well as typos, but I’ve never left a comment regarding such. Not only do I believe it’s a waste of time but I think it’s totally ignorant. I’m not sure, but I think leaving comments about an author’s English capabilities would be against blogging etiquette and if it’s not, it should be. But I’m not the blog police, so I’ll just follow my own conscience and not comment on anyone’s typographical errors and ignore those who comment on mine.

My blog does state feel free to comment and I do want feedback, however, I would like comments that contribute to my commentary or are actually constructive. Maybe I need to clarify that for those less fortunate in the cerebrum. Nevertheless, I feel pretty darn good-one typo, not too bad for a new blogger, if I do say so myself. In closing, feel free to comment if you have something substantial to contribute.

Hillary and the Big Boys

Hillary told her Alma mater that attending an all-women’s college helped prepare her for competition with the all-boys’ club of presidential politics. Well, I beg to differ. She can’t handle testosterone if she’s proclaiming from one side of her mouth she’s competent then on the other side she’s complaining the big boys are picking on her.

She can’t have it both ways. She can’t use the gender card when it’s convenient then declare she’s strong enough to run a nation. Hillary needs to straighten up if she really wants to play with the big boys. She needs to shred her gender card, shed her diaper and don a pair of big boy undies and get in the game. Or she can go find a playpen because pull-ups aren’t allowed on this court!

Accessorizing America

I need help, major insight, a life lesson or a brain transplant. I don’t understand, comprehend or even slightly grasp this trend of accessorizing the word American i.e. African-American, Asian-American, Latino-American, etc. I was under the impression that people traveled to America because it was the land of opportunity; a great country where one could start a better life.

I realize people want to hold onto their heritage and traditions but where is the pride in being an American? Becoming a citizen of the greatest country in the world is your badge of honor, so why wouldn’t you want to scream to the world I’m an American! I don’t understand down playing it by placing some other country before it. If your birth country was so great why did you come to the United States? Go back! If your language is more fluent and efficient than English then go back to your native country and speak your native language until your throat hurts because here in America we speak English. This press 1 for English and 2 for Spanish is for the birds. If it were up to me the recording would say: press 1 for English all others hang up.

But seriously now, if it were truly up to me there would be no recording only English speaking people on the other end of the telephone. I’m not concerned with offending anyone, either. Actually, I’m offended that my country has been hijacked by all these anti-Americans that want to change our national language, the family nucleus, and reconstruct, if not completely annihilate, our constitution.

It starts small with items like accessorizing America and making it a bi-lingual nation then builds to larger items like taking away our right to bear arms or limit our freedom of speech. All it’ll take is precedence, a greedy lawyer and a liberal judge. Sound far fetched? Well, even the illegals have rights and are accessorized. We can’t call them illegal aliens, that’s offensive ya know! They are Undocumented Americans. As I said, I need a major lesson because the only accessorizing we Americans should be concerned with is matching belts to boots.

A Disenchanted Generation

I feel regret for Generation Y. No, you don’t need glasses. Those born in the 80’s and 90’s have missed out on a lot and I feel sad for them. Oh, I know they have it all, just look at the technology! Ipods that fit in the palm of your hand that play songs and videos and store addresses, a calendar and appointment reminders. Cell phones have made it possible to contact anyone, anywhere, anytime. The internet has spread instant communication to people all over the world and research for school projects is easier than opening a can with the One Touch Can Opener. However, there’s no intimacy. They communicate TO one another but not WITH one another.

Human interaction has been replaced with gadgets and gizmos and people are wondering why we have more cases of ADD, bipolar, depression, and other psychological disorders than previous generations. Well when you don’t LOL anymore it's no wonder there’s so much depression, our endorphins aren’t being used. These kids have hundreds of television channels to surf 24 hours a day and if they don’t find something entertaining they can access pay-per-view and watch a movie. They don’t know how to use their imaginations or make real friends or play nice…they have Play Station and Xbox and they don’t have to compromise with anyone-just blow them up!

They hang out at the mall on a Friday night with Mom’s Visa and buy whatever strikes their fancy. These kids have no concept of money or how to actually earn it. So, yes, I feel sorry for them. They don’t know what it’s like to have the television screen turn blue at one o’clock in the morning and hear The National Anthem play in the back ground but still be wide awake so you read yourself to sleep. Or when you wanted to see a movie you actually drove to the movie theater, purchased a ticket, popcorn, soda, and candy and called it Family Night. When you wanted a pair of jeans you asked your parents and they gave you a list of chores, besides the ones you already did once a week, to EARN the money because this was above and beyond your allocated school necessities. Or how about when you were bored you rounded up your friends and played It or Freeze Tag in the back yard until it was too dark to see. They missed out on sitting down and actually penning a note to a friend, sealing it in an envelope and walking it to the mailbox then waiting for a reply. There is much truth to the age old saying “Anticipation is sometimes better than the reward”.

Generation Y, the Y denotes yearning, because they’ve been given everything instantaneously which leaves them craving more-NOW. I think a grave injustice has been bestowed upon this generation with instant gratification and that alone has made them obstinate, demanding, indolent, and insensitive. Has my pity been misplaced? I think not.

Childhood Desecration

Kids need child control not birth control!

A middle school in Maine is issuing birth control pills to girls as young as eleven without parental consent. This is totally acceptable to an unbelievable amount of people. According to their way of thinking kids are going to have sex so they might as well be protected against pregnancy. I heard one woman say girls as young as nine should get the pill, but eight was too young because they weren’t menstruating yet. I actually gagged when she admitted she’d allow her daughter to have sex that young.

A man said he’d personally hand his twelve year old daughter the pill if she said, “Daddy, me and Johnny want to have sex and you can’t stop us.” Just because a kid wants something doesn’t mean we, the parents, supply it. If my fourteen year old says he wants to drive-I’m not going to give him the car keys.

I’m the parent and it’s my obligation to ensure my child’s emotional, psychological, and physical well-being. An eleven, twelve or even fifteen year old kid isn’t emotionally or psychologically prepared for sex. In my opinion handing children birth control is promoting prostitution. This is beyond ridiculous…it’s corrupt. If we don’t stop this insanity the schools will be doing sex demonstration classes next, using volunteers from the classroom. And I don’t want to hear anymore of the so-called arguments-They’re going to do it anyway or They’ll go to the mall then leave and get a hotel room…blah, blah. The rationale holds no merit as far as I’m concerned.

It’s my job to keep tabs on my child twenty-four-seven. It’s called parenting. If more parents took their job seriously we wouldn’t be in this mess and kids wouldn’t be running the homes or running amuck, and the schools wouldn’t be buddying up with our children. It’s time we parents took our children back and taught them morals and sex education at home and demanded the school perform its actual duty--teaching the three R’s-Reading, Writing and Arithmetic.

Hillary’s Visionary Blizzard

Short and not so sweet. I’m discussing Hillary Clinton so I can’t possibly be nice; I can barely muster civility. Anyway, her latest brainstorm, after the five-thousand dollar baby bond flop which sounded way too much like privatized social security, is to beguile working mothers and families.

She wants to make it mandatory that employers give every working mother seven paid sick days a year so they can tend to their sick children and paid medical leave, which includes maternity. Now, up until three weeks ago I was a working mom, so for as much as I can relate I just as adamantly disagree. When my children were sick I stayed home and didn’t get paid. It wasn’t my employer’s duty to pay me when my kids were sick and I knew that when I took the job. It’s my responsibility, not an employer’s or the government’s, to be prepared for the unexpected when things can and will go wrong. Where does Hillary or any Government Official get off forcing employers to take on family obligations?

But what really gets me riled is there are women out there stupid enough to vote for Hillary exclusively because of this scheme. Hillary Clinton doesn’t care about working mothers and their sick children. She cares even less for family hardships. She devised a contrivance to lure the gullible amongst us to vote for her, because anyone with an ounce of intelligence wouldn’t allow her with her socialistic ideas and her immoral so-called husband within 100 feet of the White House so they could desecrate it some more.

Sticks and Stones

As a kid I can remember being bullied. It made me feel bad and there were times when I had to hold back tears least the bullies see and call me a crybaby. However, I endured, persevered…strengthened even. This was the era of Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me and Takes one to know one and who from my generation could forget I’m rubber you’re glue; what bounces off me sticks to you?

Oh, those phrases, my saving grace at times. I used them like a security blanket and they helped me feel a little better. I flung those sayings at the bullies like balls from a canon to give myself a sense of power, no matter how false or fleeting it may have been. I used those snappy little clichés to try and prove I wasn’t affected by the cruel, harsh words hurled my way, but inside I was angry, embarrassed, dejected and humiliated.

In spite of the cruelness of childhood and the callousness of some children, I prevailed and I believe I grew stronger each and every time someone picked on me. As an adult I don’t get offended at remarks directed at or about me or heard through the numerous media avenues. I walk tall and proud among my peers. My posture is flawless today, having perfected it years ago as a defense mechanism. I don't have to be reminded to hold my head high, my chin up and my shoulders back-- it's quite automatic. When I walk into a room people turn and take notice because my presence demands attention. I'm not stuck up nor do I think I'm better than anyone else. I just know my own self-worth and it's not determined by what people say. It’s not assessed by the color of my skin, my nationality or religion, where I shop, the clothing labels I wear, the square footage of my home, the transportation I use or the balance in my checkbook. One’s sense of worth is determined by one’s inner strength and character. And mine was built years ago when I chose not to let someone’s words define who and what I am.

The Female Debacle

I’ve noticed over the years that women, like me, have progressed, but not all evolved in a positive manner. Many believe that getting pregnant before or without marriage and a daddy is totally acceptable. There are numerous web-sites, chat rooms and blog spots exclusively for single unwed mothers. They give and seek support from one another for such issues as child support from dead beat dads, what to do about their ex’s new girlfriend, how to meet a new stud, and where to find a baby sitter so they can go out with said stud.

These women complain and condemn the fathers of their children; ranting on and on about how much they hate him, then in their next breath state how much they love their child. THAT really confuses me. I love the baby we created TOGETHER, but I hate YOU. How can you hate him but love something that is half of him? The mental attitudes of these women dumbfound me. It’s as if they’d rather have men only for pleasure and bank accounts. They might as well come right out and say it. I only want a man for sex and money. That way they can at least claim SOME dignity by being honest.

But they don’t have to face the truth. Our culture has bent the rules so much that it’s socially acceptable to be a single mother raising a few kids all from different fathers; children being raised by grandparents; and children being raised by two sets of step-parents with step and half siblings. We can’t call it “Dad and Me Day” at school anymore. New Politically Correct terms are needed to include many different people like grandfather, uncle or even Mom’s new friend, Bob.

Moms bring many new "friends" in and out of the child’s life which is confusing and emotionally damaging to children. The excuse, and I use that term lightly, these women have for going through boyfriend after boyfriend is the fear of being alone. Can you even believe that one! They have a beautiful child that loves her beyond anything in the world; his primary goal is to please and make her smile; his entire universe revolves around his mommy. And she has the audacity to fear loneliness! More like she’s afraid she’ll SLEEP alone.

Women who are more concerned with their carnal desires than they are for their child’s emotional, physical and psychological well-being make me sick to my stomach. These pathetic, selfish, weak-minded women are a disgrace to the female race and I’m ashamed to be of the same gender. Thankfully there are women, like me, and others in my family and circle of friends, who consider marriage and motherhood sacred. We have quality, integrity and character and hopefully one day we will out-number those females who devalue children, and the family unit will be reinstated and esteemed once again.

Night Owl

It’s after midnight and here I sit in front of my computer. I’m not the least bit tired. Frankly, I just got my second wind. I’m a Night Owl and I like to be up until three in the morning and sleep until about ten the next day. However, being a mom doesn’t leave allowances for what I want…not that I’m complaining. I just wish I could change my internal clock so that I was able to function like a normal person instead of a hamster!

But there is something about the night that intrigues me and even calls to me. I think it’s the serenity of the darkness, the cool, fresh air and the calm sounds of nature. I love to look at the moon and the stars and while watching them twinkle I think of all the things that make me happy…like being up all night!

One day I will be a true Night Owl. I will be awake during the darkness and asleep during the light.

So, I ask you this…When I am sleeping will I be daydreaming?

Commercial Incongruity

Since the weather has been so atrocious, I've been watching more television than usual. I'm totally appalled at the commercials I see. Herpes, erectile dysfunction and depression medications, tampons, feminine pads, botox, weight loss, intimate lubricant, and countless others. It's no wonder we have a society filled with dysfunctional, unaccountable, over-medicated people obsessed with their appearance.

Ladies, if you don't use Always Panty Liners with attached fresh wipe you won't smell fresh and no man using Viagra will yearn to be near you let alone try out his 4 hour erection.

If you have Herpes, be sure to still have intercourse, because although this medication will not stop the spread of the virus, it can help with those pesky break outs.

K-Y Intimate Lubricant will give you all day and night intimacy--men may need Cialis for this scenario since it works for up to 36 hours.

If you are feeling down take Cymbalta because it's the cure all-pill for depression, aches, pains, boredom and will even help you walk the dog!

Over-weight and hate exercising? No Problem-o! Pop a few Hydroxycut or Dexatrim pills and the pounds will melt away while you lie on the sofa gorging on Doritos and Pepsi.

Cover your body with Chanel No. 5, your face with Revlon Anti-Age Defying Foundation, your eyelashes with Maybeline mascara and lips with Clinique lipstick; color your hair with Preference by L'Oreal, because you’re worth it, and you'll be beautiful and flawless, and men will swarm to you like bees on honey, of course they'll have taken those Cialis pills, so make sure you're ready for 36 hours of fun!

Men once your hair plugs have healed, go finance that shiny red sports car. After all, a credit score of 750 is sure to lure the painted ladies that look so thin and smell so fresh!

The cosmetic industry is cashing in on our physical insecurities. They are raking in billions of dollars a year. And it's not just the cosmetic companies. The pharmaceutical companies are just as bad, if not worse. They make you feel like you need a pill because you cried on Monday. Or if your eyes are a bit dry, you better get a prescription for that, too. Maybe your eyes are dry because your office furnace is 100 years old and it's blowing allergens around all day.

There are some conditions that are just plain normal, but these companies would have you believe that you're anything but. It's sad, quite frightening really, that consumers actually believe the claims made on television, radio, print and now the internet. If there were such a pill that truly melted unwanted pounds without exercise, don't you think the physicians would have it and it would only be available by prescription? Or as they say--if something sounds to good to be true, it probably is.

Legislatively Lame

I‘ve decided that instead of being Politically Correct, I’m going to be Legislatively Lame. I’m sick and tired of labels, excuses and trying to remember the “correct” word and phrase for everything I say.

Could someone tell me why a person would want to be labeled manic? A vegan? A survivor of such-and-such abuse? Co-dependent? Why do people want to hand their power over to someone or something else? Where is accountability? Responsibility? Biting the bullet? Owning up to it? Those days are long gone, I'm afraid.

I’m teaching my children that we all have free-will and with that gift comes choices. The wrong choice can produce unpleasant consequences. When my son says, "It's not fair," I say, "You're right, it's not. It's life and you better get used to it." I don't want my sons to grow up wimpy. I want them to be men. Our society has emasculated our men. We want our men to talk about their feelings, cry, be emotional and wishy-washy. I want my man strong, confident and not be afraid to belt someone in the nose if the situation calls for it!

Men and women are different. We think, talk and act uniquely. It's our genetic makeup; you can't change us! And why would you want to? For Political Correctness? Now that's a crock. Why can't we call a spade a spade? If it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck, why do I have to call it a waterfowl? It's a damn duck! If someone has white skin then the person is white. If someone has black skin then the person is black. What is the problem with this? If a woman is a blonde and there are blonde jokes being told and she doesn't like them, why can't she just walk away? Or how about just laughing--they are funny. No, we have to scream emotional abuse and harassment and hire a lawyer. We have become a nation of cry-baby-finger-pointers.

Our insurance rates on vehicles and healthcare are sky-high. Why is that? It's not just the lawyers, either. A person can choose not to sue. If it's true negligence, then I'm all for suing. However, if I place a hot cup of coffee between my legs while I'm driving and get burned, I am not going to sue the coffee house. It was my own stupid fault. Judges need to start throwing ridiculous cases out of the court room. However, until we get judges with backbones, we have to accommodate everyone least we offend their nationality, race, hair color, or work ethic--or lack thereof.

Because if we offend someone they will become depressed and bedridden and have to under go therapy...and my goodness we better give them money so they can lie around and cry about their lot in life, because it would go against their right to pursue happiness if we told them to deal with it...life isn't fair!