A beautiful wild mustard flower bouquet at the foot of the white cross on my Father’s United States Marine tribute property!  That’s what my Father gave to me on my debut day!  My debut of “Wholly Americana” blog talk radio show….a testimony of His Love!  And, His works! It was a Testimony of  His faith. Semper Fi in evidence….

I promised a blog about my debut interview on the 16th of March with the very kind hearted California Senator Candidate, Orly Taitz. However, I’m stumped.  All I can write for now, is that we did it!   Though it was a sweet victory, it wasn’t an easy victory. Nor was it an automatic victory.  It was a teeny-tiny thing. Perhaps as teeny tiny as a grain of mustard seed in the grand scale of things. Perhaps, even teeny-tineier.  Again, though I have so very, very much to share about the details surrounding Wholly American’s debut, I’m stumped.

Suffice to say for now, that God is the greater than.  God’s signature was everywhere with me that day.  God even looked out after me  and kept me on track through my dogs, my  father’s dogs. Instinctively, they came to get me when it was time for me to go to the show. It was like they were saying, “it’s time to go!”  Their timing was perfect.  It was, “time to go.”

After the show I spent more time on my father’s property, and hung out with his dogs, his faithful companions that are now my faithful companions…   After spending contemplative time….  and, “sweet surrender,” time…  God showed me two glorious rainbow “dots” in the sky. Glorious, and brilliant!  (Astronomers call them, “Sun dogs.”)  I like to call them, “dots of hope” or, “notes of encouragement.”  As I walked where he walked…  And, cried where he cried… I walked to the large White Cross by the side of the road that I  had erected in memorial of the 10 years since 911,  in Love for America,  in honor  my Father and in love and honor of all U.S. Service men and women and their families.

There at the foot of the cross….

I caught eye of a wild mustard “volunteer”  in full brilliant yellow bloom.  I couldn’t help but to smile.  It sprouted out of a mound of dirt, at the foot of the cross. A teeny tiny grain of mustard seed must have some how been planted by the hand of God.  It found it’s way in the mound of dirt that I had dug out from deep out of the ground last year so that I could set the cross deep in the Earth in concrete.  In full magnificent teeny-tiny BRILLIANT yellow flower bloom the wild mustard graced the foot of the cross.  It was the perfect landscape artistry.  And, I was awe-struck. I was awestruck at its beauty. I was awestruck at God’s Love.

I’ve always wanted to plant flowers there…

Seeing that which was born of a teeny tiny mustard seed, planted by “Natures Happenstance,” or, perhaps by Divine Providence, I took note of how sweet my HEAVENLY FATHER, is. Yeah, it was, “just nature.” But, still, it was magnificent.  And, to me, it was a sweet and telling gift.  The telling was of the telling of God’s Sweet gift of Love and honor to my father. and, to my father’s love.  Even to my father’s love for his fellow Marines who, in his words, “gave their all and then some.”  And, since I am my Father’s witness, the telling was also the telling of God’s sweet gift to me.   I am God’s witness!   A bouquet of flowers! God’s Wild Flowers! A gift of love to both my Father and me!

A gift of Love to and from my Daddy!  And, thus, a Gift from both my Father and, God.  A love memo to and from my Father!  A gift from the Heart of Christ at the foot of the cross.  A Gift of Beauty!  Sweet  is the Mystery of Life!  (My Father would be pleased.)   Even, as I was also well pleased.

Doing little things with great love.   This is what the Sister of Charity, Mother Theresa of Calcutta recommended in her book, “Something Beautiful for God.”  This is what God does.  And, that is what God did.  As it turns out,  God provided the flowers.  God Provided the Flowers  via a teeny tiny Mustard seed.  A seed not planted by human hands.  A seed that God looked after, and, tended…  A seed that God through His Holy Presence, nourished… that it might flourish.  And, flourish it did.

God gave his little mustard seed…

That His Love might be made known!

The mighty of this world, can scoff at the beauty and significant of a “random” single wild mustard plant in full bloom at the foot of a cross. The mighty of this world might call it, “insignificant.”  As for me, I was awestruck at the magnificence and creative genius and awesome beauty and tender mercy of Our God.  And, I yet am.

My radio debut was also a teeny tiny little thing. Teeny-tiny like a single mustard seed, or  like little like the Mustard Seed Bouquet!  The mighty of this earth may scoff.  Even as some scoff at Orly.  Even as God gave the increase for that teeny tiny Mustard seed at the foot of the cross… God’s Love is the Greater than all of the scoffs…

All Love and appreciation to the Landscapers of all Landscapers!  All Recognition to the Artist of All Artists.  All Tribute to the Great Communicator of all Great Communicators.  All Praise to the Appreciator of all Appreciators of United States Marines through out the age and ages!  All Care for the orphans, and the widows and all U.S. Marines and Vets.   Even our United States Marines and All Veterans.  Though I could be wrong, “All Heaven and Nature Sings” at their Love of God, America, and American Culture and the U.S. Constitution, and, Service!  The Hand of Almighty God is appreciative! Extra-ordinarily appreciative.  The hand of Almighty God, and the Person of Almighty God, Himself. Even as was my Dad.  Even as was Orly also appreciative. Demonstratively appreciative in active engagement of support of Life.

Orly Taitz doesn’t just talk about her love of America, she acts on that love!  And, that is fact! She doesn’t just talk about defending our Four Sacred Freedom’s and Our U.S. Constitution, she defends it.  And, she, like a United States Marine, defends it with her all.  Even as she defends Marines, in full faith. With God, she moves mountains and awakens with her mustard seed bouquet.

So beautiful was the bouquet of flowers at the foot of the cross.  So beautiful and kind is Our God!

God is Our Victory!

Our God gives increase, and our God gives flourish.

“Mother Holly” is what they called me in the Hare Krishna Community in the Mountains of West Virginia, not too far from Wheelings. Living and working, and sharing the things of God as friend amongst the Krishna devotees was a huge Grace.

I couldn’t help but to smile in my heart at God’s genius.

Among other things, I was amazed at how I could share of the things of God, even the things of Christ and the person and teaching of Jesus with my Krishna devotee friends even more than I could with my own family. I was an Aunt in those days and not a Mom. The Krishna devotees were taught to refer to all Women as Mothers as a sign of respect. Therefore why, I was called, “Mother Holly.” Though it was a bit ackward at first to be called, “Mother Holly,” I didn’t resist. Besides, I agreed. To be in the office of, and in the service of “Mother” is, “good.”

No one asked me to be a Krishna devotee. Sure, you can call me a “Generous” Christian that I was willing and able to live and work amongst those who were not Christian Protestant and/or Christian Catholic, or Christian Evangelic. I didn’t meet one person there in West Virginia who was against Christ or against Christianity or against, Jesus. Nor did I speak with or hear from one person there who was against the Bible. Given, my new found friends had a different “take ”on things than the average American Christian or Jewish or non-Christian or non-Jewish secularist or secularist-not,“Christian religious,” or, “Christian religious-not.”

The Krishna Community was, among other things, was a wonderful place to get Elephant hugs. Molini the real live Elephant that lived there was so very dear and sweet! She was even able to play a harmonica by holding the harmonica to her mouth by her trunk. All of the children loved her. As did all of the grown ups.  Those were the days when God’s Love flowed abundantly.

Now, least you think that I’m an “Eat, Love and Pray” person… (I haven’t read the book, so I don’t know, but I’ve been told by some that that book “Eat, Love and Pray” isn’t, “Christian”…) Now, least you think that I’m an “Eat, Love and Pray” person…

Oh, I don’t know. That’s another American woman’s book, and I haven’t read it.  In any event, for lack of a better way of saying it, I love Sweet Charity.  As Paul of Tarsus wrote, “Though I give all my goods to the poor and have not Charity, I am nothing…”

So, where am I going with all of this?

What I want to share here, is that I like Christmas. And, I don’t want Christmas taken out of America. I don’t want some Communist or Sharia guy forbidding Christmas. My Krishna Devotee friends that I met and all of their children, especially liked Christmas.

I’m talking the Sweet Charity of Christmas. I’m talking the celebration of the awe of the miracle of Jesus born of Mary. I’m talking traditional Christmas Celebration and Mass. I’m talking the Miracle of God. I’m talking Love. I’m talking the Sweet Mystery of Life and the Gift of God. I’m talking my America and all of Western Civilization. I’m talking, Holy Christmas.

I am a “Conservative” Momma, and, I am “generous” in the way of love. I’m a friend of Christmas and Christmas time. As are my Krishna Devotee friends, generous…  In Mercy’s name, please don’t accuse “Cult,” or even “California Hippy,” because I didn’t live in and amongst Catholic Nuns in my twenties. I’m pro-life as are my Krishna Devotee friends. And, pro-Life people are, by definition, “conservative.”

Contrary to Barrack’s Senior Political Advisor, and others, people who are not for communism are not terrorists. Conservatives are not, “terrorists.” Patriotic American’s who are also pro-life are NOT “terrorists.” We who LIKE Christmas are not “terrorists.” OMG!   But, sure, the demons may well tremble when we proclaim, and sing,”GOD BLESS AMERICA” or, a Christmas carol!  (Mercy.)

In admiration of the order of the Good Samaritan as Jesus shared in parable, I am a daughter of Liberty.

I am nothing with out God’s sweet Charity.  Little Molini the Elephant of God’s Heart was of God’s sweet Charity. Little Molini was full of God’s Love!  To be loved by  her, was, well… it was very, very sweet. To be loved and appreciated by all of the Mothers and Children at the Krishna community was also, very, very sweet.  “Though I give all my goods to the poor and have not charity, I am nothing. ”I am significant, as, is the Love of Almighty God, in parable, and, in Person. Like, totally significant. ♥

If the demons tremble and run a-fright when we sing “God bless America” or a Christmas carol, so be it!

“Without Vision the People Perish.”

I am so, in the mood to be given a bouquet of flowers today. Even a little single Yellow Rose of Texas offered to me by the hand of a child. My child.  But, I think, that maybe rather than it being time for me to receive a teeny-tiny demonstrative gift of love, it’s for me to give it.  After all, it’s my daughter’s birthday.  And, in honor of…  But give what?  I don’t have any roses. I don’t have any flowers. And, I don’t have any dollars.

I don’t have a Gift to Give.

“Empty”

When I was a child, my father use to say that he liked the gifts made from my hand, the best.  Better than any other gift that money could, or might, buy.  Thus was inspired out of my Father’s love the “Genius” to create a gift hand made and, delivered in confidence.

Yet, here I am now.  Without Father.  Without genius.  Without gift.  Without dollars. Without flowers to give…   But still, I wonder. Is there a gift that I can give?  And if so, what is it?  I wonder if there is a little “teaching” that might be “good,” perhaps.  A little parable, or a little Aseops-type reminder of something “sweet” and “good” and that gives direction, that sparks a fire. What is it that I can share that might lift up another?

 I wonder…

Is there some Unconventional Wisdom that another might be the wiser for…  Is there some Unconventional Wisdom that I might shed light upon; present, as present?

Is there something “unorthodox?” or “orthodox?” Something of the “norm” or, something not, the “norm?” Something that I have in hand? In heart? Something creative? Something of the Mind?  Something “made in America” of my own hands?  Something, “not boring.” Something born of Genius?  Something, not bland? Something not,”copy cat?” Something California, not something, “Made in China?”

Is there something “orthodox” and dogmatic that isn’t problematic? Is there something that I might share on the Dogma and Theology of, “The Church?” Most likely not. Not on Dogma…  That is my brother and sister-in-law, and my sister and my brother-in-laws department. And, not mine. They have full ownership of all of that…

Maybe there is something that I could share of good and sound logic in clear argument.  Argument that will stand in the face of time, that won’t lead to my or another’s, “crush.” Something to do with Christ-Leadership, and Christian Charity in Teaching, perhaps. Or, something of God-Government American style, not corrupt. But, I’m at a loss. I’m empty handed. Besides, what is there to talk about that is not corrupt to do with this world? Am I blind sighted to it? What is God’s vision for this? What is mine?

Every thing right now, especially to do with with Barrack, seems so very, very corrupt. As it did with George Bush, at least in part. This also seems to be true of, “The Power Brokers” of the GOP, who ever they be, bullying their way, disregarding, the will of the people.  That which is known as, “The Big Lie,” seems so old and decrepit right now.  It’s not pretty. And, it’s getting to be really, really old news, besides.  All of the pro-abort stuff is so boring. And, besides all of that, it’s all so ugly. It’s NOT, “nice.”

Is there something that I might share that might lift up the heart of my brother? Or, my sister, unknown? Is there some teeny-tiny something extra-ordinary, some teeny-tiny jewel, or teeny tiny grain of truth that I can muster?  That I can, in creative innovation translate, or build upon?  Illumine? Illustrate? Is there a something ordinary, that, another might find extra-ordinary that, I might design and/or describe or, write in essay or even go poetic about?  I am empty handed.  I have nothing to give that I know of. What value do I have? What worth have I to give? What genius?  Nada? Nothing?

I wonder…

Is there something that I can do right where I am, and with what I’ve got, that might serve as a “light” to brighten the day, and  thus, serve as an “uplift” to a child?

I wonder…

Is there some teeny-tiny beauty, or morsel of mercy that I can share with another here?  Some teeny tiny story that might light, a heart? And, perk an ear up?  And, open an eye or two?  And, perhaps, that might inspire?  Is there something that I can offer here to make lighter a son or daughter of God’s Heart? That I might provide insight happy…    Or a gift of a teeny-tiny bit of,  joy, unfurled?  That I might inspire a person, a touch?

I wonder…

Is there something that I can do to make light a stranger? A stranger, or an angel in disguise, perhaps?  An angel or a poet? Is there a bouquet of flowers that I can find to offer, here, through my finger tips? Not?  So far, I’m drawing a blank.

I wonder…

Is there something that I can do here-in to inspire or to help inspire and/or to support a United States Marine in harm’s way? Or, a United States Marine’s Mom, perhaps?  Or, son or daughter. Or, sister or brother?  Or a United States Marine home on leave? Or, one about to engage? Or an infant pre-born of the same? Or, perhaps a wife or a beloved of the same? Or is there something that I can do from where I am, with what I’ve got that might support a widow with a broken heart?  Abandoned.

 I wonder…

Is there something that I can do right where I am at, to brighten God’s day? Bring, Joy? ”May your sorrows be transformed to Joy” said Saint Frances of Assisi in song. ”Fear not to entertain Angels, for thereby, some have entertained Angels, unaware.” Jesus shared in kind instruction. Well, I have nothing to give. I have nothing in hand.  I have nothing that I know how to create. Nothing that I can invent. The, “creative juices” are not flowing. I’m drawing a blank.

So, in lieu of me, and in lieu of me being, “creative” –in lieu of, “unconventional wisdom” California style, In lieu of Love, American style… In lieu of the orthodox or unorthodox…  If you might allow me to share, in Freedom’s name, as Law in these United States of America allows me, a little bit more of the Teachings of Jesus.  Yes? Thank you for your kind indulgence…  O.K. so, in Mercy’s name, I’ll give it a whirl…

“Fear not therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows.”

“Who so ever therefore shall confess me before men, him will I confess before my Father which is in heaven.” Jesus shared this instruction with his 12 disciples in encouragement. And then after some time, Our Dear Elder Statesman, and Great Physician went on to say in prophecy and teaching to the Twelve: “Think not that I am come to send peace on earth; I come not to send peace, but a sword.”

Jesus as Commander in Chief and Statesman not of ill-repute also said:

 ”Beware, when all men cry, ‘peace, peace’ and, there is no Peace.”

 ”He that receiveth you receiveth me, and he that receiveth me, receiveth him that sent me.  He that receiveth a prophet in the name of a prophet shall receive a prophet’s reward; and he that receiveth a righteous man in the name of a righteous man shall receive a righteous man’s reward.  And who so ever shall give to drink unto one of these little ones a cup of cold water only in the name of a disciple, verily I say unto you, he shall in no wise loose his reward.”

Ah, a cup of cold water in Christ’s name.  A cup of cold water in the name of a follower of Christ.  A cup of cold water in the name of Dorothy of the Wizard of OZ.  It sounds good about now, doesn’t it?   It sounds good to me. A crystal cup of crystal clear stream water from the fount of the bubbling brook and more than bubbling brook, of Life Everlasting in Jesus name.  In the name of all of the Prophets of God’s Heart, in the lineage of the Prophets, this “Treasure” from Our Father’s Sacred Heart, sounds good.

“Come unto me all Ye who are heavily burdened, and I will give thee rest.”

Jesus as World Teacher, shared both Conventional and Unconventional Wisdom in his day.  And, he still does in this day and age, in, “such as time as this” and, always. Jesus as World Teacher.  And, Jesus as Delegate par excellence. Jesus as, “The Great Physician.” Jesus as, “The Good Shepard.”  Jesus as the Son of God. Jesus as, Brother. And, Friend.” My Yoke is Easy and my Burden is Light.”

Jesus was not a “Right Wing Terrorist” nor was he a “Left Wing” one.  In fact, Jesus was not a Terrorist in any way, shape or form, though he did indeed, as he said, come not to bring peace, but a Sword.

Jesus brought Unconventional Wisdom, but he also brought Conventional Wisdom.

Jesus came to “rightly divide the word of truth.”

Jesus was quick to rebuke, “The Big Lie” or serpentine logic when and where ever it reared it’s ugly head, left or right or, “middle-of-the-road.”

Jesus, though he be Pro-Life was NOT a “Terrorist” in any way, shape or form.

 Jesus loved and knew and had a one on and thus a very personal relationship with God.

In fact, at least as I understand it, Jesus in one sense of the word, as much as he was an ADVOCATE before Our Father, was also a Delegate for God, our Father.

God’s Representative and God’s Delegate.

Jesus Vote counts big.

“So Great a Cloud of Witness”

(As Paul of Tarsus wrote.)

Please consider voting with Jesus this Election 2012. Vote your Christ-Consciencenes.

Vote your good conscience.

Your “Christ-Self”

Vote “Christ in San(c)torm”

Vote by offering a cup of cold water in mercy’s name.

 Vote Jesus

Vote by offering a cup of cold water in the name of Dorothy of the Wizard of OZ

to the little ones

when ever and where ever you are given invitation

“I thirst”

Withhold not the cup

We could do with a few fewer Wicked Witches of the West these days.

(agree?)

I mean, why not?

“See Life who needs You, and Needs Your Love”

Your Love that is God’s.

(God’s Love that is the Greater than…)

Hold Fast!

“I Lift My Lamp Beside the Golden Door”

UNCONVENTIONAL WISDOM

un·con·ven·tion·al –

Not based on, or conforming to, what is generally done or believed.

 ”The unconventional California girl with some poetic license (albeit, still within both the spirt and the letter of the law), brought to Her America a very unique and at the same time, a most welcome approach to the equation.”

con·ven·tion·al–

de-le-gate —  

Generally, delegates differ from representatives because they receive and carry out instructions from the group that sends them, and, unlike representatives, they are not expected to act, nor do they normally act independently.

“The well loved and well chosen delegate at the most unconventional convention was determined to stick to her guns and not fall under the influence of the persuasive persuaders what would influence her against the cause of Love.”   Jesus served as the Super Delegate of all Super Delegates. And, he does.

 

“Jesus Christ, the Same, Yesterday, Today, and Forever!”

Sang Aimee to my Grandmother when my Grandmother was a little girl and to all of Los Angeles and Hollywood and Beverly Hills on the Radio in the 1920′s.  

And, so sang Our Beautiful Mother.

(ECP)

And, so Sang Paul of Tarsus.

“Jesus Christ, the Same, Yesterday, Today, and Forever!”

NOTE:

Republican Party

On Delegates

(Unconventional Wisdom)

Americans DO NOT resent the rich – THE LEFT resents the rich.

And so the left thinks (and will try to convince the rest of America) that Mitt Romney is out of touch.

But America was FOUNDED ON the idea that you can go as far as your hard work, circumstances, and God-given talents will take you and enjoy the profits of your labor.

Contrary to how the left would love us to think, Americans by-and-large DO NOT look at the rich with resentment.  They DON’T.  They look at the rich and say “how do I get there?”.

Coming from a poor-middle class family, and working hard and becoming successful and wealthy isn’t out of touch. It’s as American as baseball and apple pie.

And that’s what makes Mitt Romney (although not my choice) a viable candidate.

You know what’s out of touch? Going on a 10-million dollar vacation to Hawaii for Christmas and having the taxpayer foot the bill (thanks Michelle Obama!). Now *THAT’S* out of touch.

By Brent Heigold.

The details of what happened are still too sketchy. Just about the only thing that ISN’T sketchy is the racial overtones devouring this case. You see, the surname of the shooter is Zimmerman and the victim is Black. One thing the mainstream, liberal media loves to do is to sensationalize White on minority crimes.

What we are now finding out about Zimmerman is that he is Hispanic; not White, and is from a multi-racial family. We are also finding out that the initial reports of him using racial slurs were incorrect. Although the racial overtones are glaring, and he has been labeled a racist, there is no evidence thus far to support the claim of racism.

Don’t get me wrong here; I’m not defending Zimmerman. Based on reports, he continued to follow Trayvon when he had been explicitly told not to. I feel but for that decision, Trayvon would not be dead today. And also based on reports, I’m of the opinion that the local police investigated the case poorly. Subsequent to the local police ruling the case self-defense, it appears that important details emerged that contradicts their determination.

I am prepared to allow the special prosecutor and FBI to cross all T’s and dot all I’s in this case. I want to see justice done just as much as anyone else. But because I’m a Conservative and refuse to be propelled by emotions like the vast majority of Blacks, I’ve been accused of being non-caring, not doing enough and standing with Whites (even though Zimmerman is Hispanic) and selling out the Black Community.

It is incredibly unfortunate when ANYONE is murdered. I’m saddened by the death of this young man, and I can not even begin to imagine what his parents must be feeling or their suffering. In 2010, 2,720 parents felt that unimaginable grief. That’s how many Blacks were murdered.

I still do not understand where the national media attention was for the murders of all those men, women and children; or Jessie Jackson, Al Sharpton and the mob of angry, protesting Blacks! They mattered as much as Trayvon, right?

Other than abortion (roughly 15 million Black babies murdered, yes murdered, since Roe v. Wade), loss of life doesn’t get more innocent than that of a child’s caught by the stray bullet of a gang banger or drug dealer as they play in their yards or sit in their home watching TV.

Of those 2,720 Blacks murdered in 2010, 2,459 of them were murdered by Blacks. The Black on Black scenario is not exciting enough for the liberal media; nor is there a racial angle for the likes of Sharpton to exploit. In addition, the murderers of many of the victims go unpunished. Unlike the angry mobs that mobilize when a non-Black person kills a Black person, those who know anything about inner city murders are suddenly rendered mute. Hey, who likes a SNITCH? Only snitch if the killer is NOT Black!

Zimmerman may be a racist. It’s just that I have not seen evidence of it thus far. But, the media and the many Black folk ready to hang him without a trial sure seem to be preening some racial feathers.

Have you heard about the thirteen year old Kansas City White teen that was doused with gasoline and set on fire by several Black teens, as they yelled racial epithets? Probably not many of you have. It’s not sensational enough for liberal media.

Liberalism must continue racial divide to survive. Trayvon is sadly being used as a mere tool by the liberal game players, and just as sad and equally disgusting, his parent’s, and that giant, angry mob of Black folk are definitely being played.

Vanessa Anderson

For more blogs by Vanessa visit Following Harriet Blogspot

It doesn’t seem to matter if accusations are factual or fabricated. Many Republicans will quickly, and undoubtedly scurry off the scene when the going gets tough. Ask Herman Cain about that.

Liberals know good and well that all they have to do is call the GOP candidate a racist, a homophobe or in Cain’s case, a sex crazed womanizer, and not only will the candidate usually cave, but so will their supporters… with supporters usually being the first to throw in the towel! It seems we have not learned to hang in there when the going gets tough. I hate to say it, but we can learn a lot from Liberals when it comes to selecting a candidate, and sticking with them through thick or thin. If Obama had raped a toddler in a public square, liberal pundits would have spun the event successfully before Obama zipped his pants up. The voters, media, and all other Obama supporters would stick by him, and defend him to the bitter end.

I am in NO WAY suggesting that we should support ANY candidate under ANY circumstance. We must always be moral and prudent when choosing candidates for any office, but we should always have PROOF before we start dropping our candidates faster than a pimp drops a useless hoe. Dirty tactics will be employed by the masters of the game… expect it and be ready and most importantly, wait for the facts and demand proof of wrongdoing!

To give you an example of what the dirty Left is capable of, check out what was said about Santorum and how he handled the death of his baby boy, Gabriel. Gabriel was born in 1996, but died shortly after birth. The Santorums took their deceased baby home with them to make him a reality for their other children and to give him a funeral. Well, Lefty talk show host Alan Colmes stated that Santorum’s popularity would end once people realized some of the crazy things he has said and done. Colmes went on to discuss the 1996 death of little Gabriel this way…..

“once they get a load of some of the crazy things he’s said and done, like taking his two-hour-old baby who died right after childbirth home and played with it for a couple hours so his other children would know that the child was real…”

Vile words, said in a vile context and with a vile intent, don’t you think? But I suppose honoring Gabriel and treating him like a part of the family (which he was) would be crazy to someone who supports killing babies by ripping them out of the mother’s womb. There’s certainly much, much more to come from the morally destitute Lefties. Don’t believe me? Check out this video of Santorum making a “racist” comment:  Santorum \”racist\” welfare comments?

I realize that the GOP candidates not only run against their liberal opponents, but they are also fighting a liberal media, and the smear-mongers. Let’s not make them fight for our support as well. When things start heating up, and we know they will because “dung is slung” from both sides of the aisle these days, (ask Newt Gingrich about that), hang in there until there is irrefutable proof of wrongdoing, or until it’s clear that the candidate is simply being targeted for a political smack down.

In other words folks, don’t tuck your tails between your legs and run like wimpy little puppies anymore. We’re in a fight here! We know the swamp gates will be opened, so brace yourselves for the onslaught, but remain strong.

To get the inescapable smear campaign started, I will use a joke that I stole from my friend Mark Forsland: “Breaking news…… Rick Santorum had an affair with Herman Cain when he was a delivery boy for Godfather’s Pizza.” And…. we’re….OFF!!!!!

Thanks for visiting….

Vanessa Anderson

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Ronald Everett was one of those professors of “Africana” Studies, which is the WORST kind of subject material that any educational institution can offer; right along with Chicano Studies, Women Studies and similar topics! These subjects are purely meant to indoctrinate! And, of course he was set free to spread his poison throughout California classrooms.

Mr. Everett founded and celebrated Kwanzaa in 1966-67. He wanted to establish a “holiday” for Black people (self-segregation) that was a substitute for Christmas because he felt that Jesus was psychotic and Christmas was the White man’s holiday, even though Christ isn’t White. He actually said the words… “Jesus is psychotic.” When you Christians are lighting up those Kwanzaa candles, did you know that the founder of Kwanzaa felt that way about your Savior? Bet ya didn’t!

As if his anti-Christian, impious statements and beliefs weren’t bad enough, in 1971, Lil Ron-Ron was sentenced to ten years in prison for felonious assault and false imprisonment. He held two women against their will, and tortured them by stripping them naked and then beating them with electrical cords; sticking a hot soldering iron in one of their mouths and placing the iron against the others cheek. They were beaten with various other objects and while being held down, water mixed with detergent was forced in their mouths through a hose. Original water boarder? This is the man whose “holiday” many of you have readily accepted as a connection to and representation of your African heritage. Everett was not African, but he sure was NUTS… and he had the nerve to call Jesus psychotic? Riiiiight!

Blacks born in the USA are Americans and therefore, your culture and heritage is Americana. Our ancestors DESERVE that we acknowledge our American heritage. After all, they fought and died for our right to be here. Studying the roles that Blacks played in building this country will serve you well and could prevent so many of you from getting punked all the time. Gee!

I have no idea why so many Black people to this day are still trying to identify with Africa. Well, let me tell you something…. Africans don’t identify with Black Americans. They think we are lazy and take our freedoms for granted. The Africans are actually on to something with their opinion… they’re right about some of us. Yep!

Acceptance of Kwanzaa without batting an eye, is an example of how so many Blacks in America get brainwashed. The original intent behind Kwanzaa was to pull Blacks away from Christianity and Christmas. The true history of Kwanzaa has been revised, reinvented or destroyed, just like the majority of contributions made by Black Americans throughout our history. It’s easy to distort and destroy history because many just take what’s presented to them at face value. Many just go with the flow… no questions asked! The truth will set you free folks. People aren’t so easily brainwashed and manipulated when they are armed with facts and knowledge.

Lil Ron-Ron proved that if you paint a pretty enough picture (the values of Kwanzaa) on a worthless canvas (the original destructive intent of Kwanzaa), people will be so mesmerized by the pretty picture that they won’t bother drilling down to check out the foundation. When you Christians celebrate Kwanzaa, you’re practicing paganism… just so you know!! I’m constantly amazed at how quickly Blacks will yell praise the Lord, but will push him to the side in a heartbeat for things that are clearly anti-Christ and causes one to sin. I guess some of you folk will do anything to support the “blackness”. What…. are…..you…..thinking??!!

Today, Kwanzaa is marketed as the celebration of African American Heritage; celebrating family, culture and community. Seven principals are celebrated from December 26th through January 1st. Those seven principals are:

Umoja (Unity): To strive for and to maintain unity in the family, community, nation, and race.
Kujichagulia (Self-Determination): To define ourselves, name ourselves, create for ourselves, and speak for ourselves stand up
Ujima (Collective Work and Responsibility): To build and maintain our community together and make our brothers’ and sisters’ problems our problems, and to solve them together.
Ujamaa (family): The belief in family and general communal understanding.
Nia (Purpose): To make our collective vocation the building and developing of our community in order to restore our people to their traditional greatness.
Kuumba (Creativity): To do always as much as we can, in the way we can, in order to leave our community more beautiful and beneficial than we inherited it.
Imani (Faith): To believe with all our heart in our people, our parents, our teachers, our leaders, and the righteousness and victory of our struggle.

Let’s be real, shall we? To those of you celebrating Kwanzaa… cut it out! With all this Black on Black crime, a 70% illegitimacy rate, and ran down projects and inner cities, ya’ll are not living this! Posers!

Merry Christmas to the true Christians! You Kwanzaa pagans need to stop playin’!

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Now, I’m going to post the clause for your review. Most of those who don’t understand it have never read it, so here ya go!

Representatives and direct Taxes shall be apportioned among the several States which may be included within this Union, according to their respective Numbers, which shall be determined by adding to the whole Number of free Persons, including those bound to Service for a Term of Years, and excluding Indians not taxed, three fifths of all other Persons. The actual Enumeration shall be made within three Years after the first Meeting of the Congress of the United States, and within every subsequent Term of ten Years, in such Manner as they shall by Law direct. The Number of Representatives shall not exceed one for every thirty Thousand, but each State shall have at Least one Representative; and until such enumeration shall be made, the State of New Hampshire shall be entitled to chuse three, Massachusetts eight, Rhode-Island and Providence Plantations one, Connecticut five, New-York six, New Jersey four, Pennsylvania eight, Delaware one, Maryland six, Virginia ten, North Carolina five, South Carolina five, and Georgia three.
Where does it read that Blacks, slaves, robots or anyone else is three-fifths of a human being? It does not. The clause is referring to the number of PEOPLE in a state… whole people. This clause actually protected slaves by reducing the number of representatives the pro-slavery Southern Democrats could have.

The North and the South battled over the South’s greedy desire to include their slaves in the census. The reason being is that the Southern Democrats had long stated that their slaves were NOT people or persons, but property. The population of slaves were great in the south. In some instances, the slave population was equal to or were greater than the free population. If they could count slaves as persons , the Democrats could rack up on pro-slavery representation.

The Northern anti-slavery crowd said no way Jose! They didn’t want to deal with even more pro-slavery, malevolent Democrats. The North decided that if the South could count their property as persons solely to gain greater representation, then they would count their property as well; chickens, goats, pigs, plows, horses (you get the point, right?) so they could gain more anti-slavery representation. Nice move grasshoppers!

As it stood, states were allowed a representative for every 30,000 persons. The compromise determined that instead of counting free and enslaved persons, the South could only count three-fifths of the slave population… the entire population… the persons who were slaves…. get it? Enumerating only three-fifths of the slave population cut in half the number of pro-slavery representatives that could have been gained. After the compromise, the states could only gain a representative for every 50,000 persons instead of every 30,000 persons. That was great news if you were a slave or anti-slavery…. that’s 50% less racists, greedy, enslaving Democrats that the North would have to deal with.

If you’re wondering why Indians were specifically mentioned in the Constitution (Indians NOT TAXED), it’s not that they were counted as three-fifths human either. If they were not taxed, it’s most likely because they lived on tribal reservations or were nomadic. Indians who WERE taxed were enumerated.

If you are one of those people who thought the three-fifth clause counted ONE INDIVIDUAL slave as three-fifths human, and you still believe that, please don’t leave home without a helmet!

Thanks for reading!
Vanessa Anderson

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