I am reading a biography of FDR, and the times that preceded his presidency. He was called a communist, yet he bought America through some very difficult times. My grandfather said that he was proud. I guess because of his signature head toss as he came to the podium. It could have been a balancing mechanism, he wore two metal braces on his legs because of polio. My dads neighbor and cousin, Katy, (who no longer votes) told me that her father always told her to vote Democrat--so she did, all her life--and as I read this book, I know that its because FDR put in farm-saving economics. There is something that he put in that I truly wish Mr. Obama would incorporate right now. That is, that those receiving Monies from the government, would be given a chance to work for it. Instead of getting that money for, Oh, Im depressed. Then sitting on their fat (or not) duffs and watching tv. It would help the depressed to have something to do, and make them feel better about their contribution to society. It would cause the depressed to get outside and get some fresh air. And it would give them work that would make them tired enough to get a good nights sleep. The exact same things that are being said about BOTH parties were being said about both parties then. I sincerely wish that Mental Health facilities were given another chance. I dont wish to be in contact with them, unless I feel up to it myself. I sure dont wish to deal with them more than I have to. These people use medications that causes them to function in society--what a load of crap. They sell that medication for stronger street made stuff, and they become monsters to live near or with. They need to have doctor prescribed and nurse given meds and have a place to lay their head at night. And, hopefully, very far from me, thank you veru much. They need food and clothing and to be told to take a shower. They offend. Every sense. And in every sense. If you think that I am being cruel, I truly am not. We are the greatest nation on this earth and we need to care for the least of these. My brother has been slandering my name for years. Decades. All the while, I watched his children for 0 $, and I was glad to do it! I loved his kids! He became jealous of their affection for me, and that was when the slander began. At that time, his neighbor and co-worker, (a buddy), began to read The Millionaire Next Door. Because, that mans dad was wealthy. And, he like my brother, was a wastrel. It often happens that way. Kid growing up, knowing theres money, doesnt try to make any for himself, just sits back on his haunches and waits til daddy dies. You know in Proverbs, it says, A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches-- well, I always lived with that verse in my sights. Very careful in how I conducted my life, while my brother was profligate in his own. Now, every time I get a new job, his lies about my diagnosis--which was a bald-faced lie, inhibits me from keeping that job. So, I told God, Well, I guess that means, You are going to have to give me great riches! My diagnosis, which is nobodies business, was never anything to do with the mind or emotions. But, I was healed. Verifiable proof even.
Posted on: Thu, 10 Oct 2013 18:11:30 +0000