DON'T-DARE BE A VICTIM!
SEPTEMBER 25--the day I married long ago-- will arrive Friday. The marriage was meaningless but this photo of me with my handsome Father is priceless. Some moments are worth remembering!
TWO YEARS AGO. Another move, another unfamiliar path, and---like many times before---I'm starting over.... alone. But, I have more determination than before. Unlike all the other times...I'm now invincible.
Who needs the love of humans when you have the unconditional love and acceptance of a 120 pound love-dog named Cubby and three of the sweetest Kitty Babies- ever... named Cookie, Candy, and Sugar Babe?!?!?
Even grown-ups--like me--play mind games-- pretending someone loves us, worries about us....sincerely cares. At one time, I was the worst... always trying to convince myself...and others....that my two daughters loved me.
Now, I have no illusions. I've faced the facts; I've accepted the truth.
When my Father died, I lost the only person who truly loved me. Thankfully, I inherited my Father's determination to survive....his refusal to be a victim....and his strength to overcome obstacles.
My Father also faced life, alone. He lived with his number-one-enemy---my Mother--but through the years, he mastered the art of control. He managed to suppress his anger; he never lost his temper; he never let my Mother bully him into a fight.
And, my Father never lost his ability to work hard, create business plans, make money, and share his heart. Too bad, I was the only one who loved him ...who appreciated his many talents. In the end---I was the only one who mattered.
The best way to honor my father is to NEVER BE A VICTIM. Today, I joined the National Rifle Association---not because I Love Guns ....but because I Love Freedom.
Today's World is crazy. I would never have believed Congress would fund a for-profit business like Planned Parenthood. They make billions of dollars from selling the multiple body parts of aborted babies... slaughtered daily, both inside and outside the womb.
And, I would never have imagined the Media--a Profession Once--Dear To My Heart, would joined forces with Liberals in the most-evil of all plans to control America, destroy God, embrace Islam, and promote racism. So--
I'm preparing to fight. I may be"over the hill" as far as age but never underestimate the ability of someone-- like me-- who has little to lose.
Besides...I've had a great deal of experience fighting "the enemy". If you want a few examples--read my book, THE BEAUTY QUEEN. And, I'm not through yet. I'm still writing.
The old saying "life is what you make it" is correct. Each of us has the ability to change ourselves, our direction, our beliefs, and still live--successfully-- alone.
Yes, I own guns and I will proudly STAND UP AND FIGHT BACK for my God, my Country, and Myself.
MY MISSION will be to stay mentally-sharp and physical-strong until The End. I will not be a victim.
It's the very least I can do to honor the gentle-man who knew me best, taught me well, and loved me most.
I Love You, Daddy.