Mother’s Day

Everyday something new, and quite frankly bizarre, seems to happen in these United States.

Each morning “and as I rise” (Alabama) I no longer check to see whether there is  “new” news.  There doesn’t seem to be an original thought on television anymore and the humor has disappeared completely.

Everyday we have “journalists” who’ve never written a cogent sentence in their entire lives repeating nonsensical blather.

Every night we have “comedians” with writing staffs who believe Nazi references and literally crying is what Americans now find entertaining.

We don’t.

It goes even further than that as most of us in America have finally arrived at sensory overload and are now choosing to not listen to anything coming from the Boob Tube.

How do we know this?

Rating are horrible across the spectrum.

There will always be a “winner” when two or more entities vie for the same customer but interestingly enough, we the customer, have decided that poison comes in many shapes and sizes and this does include at least one square box in virtually everyone’s home.

Yet, as they say, time marches on.

We measure time in many ways.  The most common is minutes and hours.  Seconds move too quickly for most activities to matter unless you run track or did at Chico State and then you want less seconds not more. My superstar nephew will understand that better than most.

Although months are part of our measurement equation, we as humans, really look at time through two prisms.

Days and years.

We remember very specific days, that are important to us, or are important to others, that we do indeed remember.

There also appears to be subjects that most of us pay little attention, that some in our society believe, we should.

For a year to pass without a leap 365 days must occur.  In those days we celebrate “incredible” feats like Chicken Dance Day, Root Canal Appreciation Day, and Nylon Stockings Day.  Putting aside the nylons, who doesn’t like a quality chicken dance or appreciate a good root canal.

We just completed the month of April which began with One Cent Day, Peanut Butter and Jelly Day, and Find A Rainbow Day.

I wish some people had only one scent although I didn’t realize this was something that needed to be cheered.  On the other hand Peanut Butter and Jelly Day, especially grape, could happen, at least for me, once a week.

It doesn’t but it could.

Find a Rainbow Day?

I prefer Melting Snowflake Week.

Fifty-two weeks of it to be precise.

Wednesday April 5th was Deep Dish Pizza Day followed by New Beer’s Eve and completed on Friday April 7th with Walk to Work Day.

That joke writes itself.

As April wound to a close Pig in a Blanket Day was followed by Malaria Day.

True story.

With the arrival of May it appears the build up to a maternal moment was carefully planned.

Both Mother Goose Day and Mother Ocean Day arrive early in May.

Not sure if the geese care and it seems a bit redundant to attach Mother to Ocean.

I’m pretty sure Mother Earth has this covered but then again what do I know?  I’m just a guy.

Still every year, one day in May, we set aside a day to celebrate those that we call Mom, Mother, or in some cases “what’s up Gladys?”

We send cards, candy, and gifts.  We take them out to breakfast, lunch, or even dinner if someone is running late or hasn’t planned properly.

We tell stories from years past that were funny at the time or have now become laughable.

We say Happy Mother’s Day and thank you.  Thank you for the days of getting us out of bed before the sun rose and off to school with full bellies.  Thanks for brushing our hair especially when we fought you the entire time.  Thank you for requiring us to take bathes and later showers whether we wanted to or not.

Thank you for teaching us to read and “doing” our numbers with us.

Thank you for Christmas gifts that were wanted and the socks, nightshirts, and puppet show building that wasn’t.

Thank you for re-creating Aunt Millie’s fudge (I like yours better) making sure we always ate our fruits and vegetables (who knew it could snow on broccoli)  and not freaking out when we hoisted the dogs into the tree house (and couldn’t figure out how to get them down).

Thank you for listening when I needed to talk and letting me be when I didn’t.

We thank the mothers of America who know that these United States are a Constitutional Republic and not a Democracy.

Who know the truth isn’t a sometimes thing and hard work doesn’t stop at the end of a ten hour shift.

That being a mom is so much more than a “job”.  It’s an adventure.  An adventure filled with success and love, sleep deprivation, Friday night collapses on the couch and crazy Sunday morning hair.

It’s filled with tiny bodies jumping on the bed begging to be held followed by the teenage years of “please drop me off down the block and stop trying to kiss me” moments.

There are moments of pride and relief with graduations and weddings, empathy and tears with divorce, and of course the ultimate “payback” as I’ve heard it said many times.

Grand-children.

All of the fun and none of the calories.

So to all the mothers on this day, their ONE day, I say Happy Mother’s Day and thank you.  Thank you for the bake sales, the car washes, the silver dollars in Vegas that were traded for stuffed animals at Circus Circus and for chaperoning the school field trips…I think.

Thanks Mom.  Between Duffy Moon and the Little Engine that Could I always knew “I could do it” or at least “I think I can, I think I can, I think can.”

This I know.

I love you.

Happy Mother’s Day.

Jason

www.aleadernotapolitician.com

Breaking the law is no longer a crime

James Comey sat in front of the world and stated that Huma Abedin had committed multiple crimes and yet not one politician called for her indictment.

Not one.

Comey furthered his part of ruining America and proving that emasculation does indeed physically exist by proclaiming to be “mildly nauseous”.

His willingness to openly proclaim for all to hear that crimes, many of them felonies, have been committed, yet nothing is being done about it, should be all we need to hear.

The man is so sure crimes were committed he didn’t even bother to use the attorney’s favorite word.

Alleged.

Thousands of classified documents were found on the laptop of a man who calls himself Carlos Danger.

Felonies. Plural.

Comey said they were taken from Hillary’s private server by Abedin.

Felonies. Plural.

Is intent needed to make these felonies?

No.

Crimes are crimes.  Why people do them becomes irrelevant when you have them 100% dead to rights otherwise every person charged with a crime could simply say “I had no idea that was illegal”, or “my intent wasn’t to rob the bank my intent was to pay off my bills.”

Intent matters in SENTENCING.

Indictments?

Zero.

Nauseous?

How about you make us sick Jimmy.  How about as we are laughing at you Jimmy there is no humor in our eyes.

Justice is supposed to blind.

Comey’s version gives us a complete view of what deaf and dumb look like as well.

This is nothing but B level acting and even worse writing.  Listening to Dianne Feinstein and Comey go back and forth like they hadn’t already worked out the particulars weeks ago was ridiculous.

Where are you Attorney General Jeff Sessions?

Putting aside Sessions (currently) these are stupid people and of course responsible minds must then ask.

What does that make us?

I have a friend.  A good man.   A man who served his community.  A man who did indeed put his life in jeopardy to help others.  He was railing on a few days ago telling me things that I’ve written about many times.  Crime is increasing, the debt is out of control, the border is killing our country.

“We need to do something,” he said.

I asked him if he could run a mile.

“No.”

Fight with his hands and feet longer than two minutes?

“Probably not,” he answered.

Do you own a weapon?

“No,” was his response.

Now I am not banging on my friend.  He is indeed a good man.  Handles his own business, pays his taxes and is very involved in the community but what if?

What if the crime increases so much it shows up at his door…or yours?

What if the debt debacle finally collapses and everyone attached to a Local, State, or Federal program no longer receives their check or if they do it isn’t enough to cover the basics like water, food, and shelter?

What if somebody tries to rob you without a weapon and you’re simply so out of shape you collapse from a lack of oxygen trying to fight them off?

What if someone points a gun at you and wants your most precious things?

What if breaking the law is no longer a crime?

I reminded my friend that sadly these horrific events happen every day in these United States.

Every single day.

Speaking of horrific humans Nancy Pelosi said this week that the new healthcare bill (that isn’t even close to being implemented) is a destruction of government.

Oh if only this was true.

If only this was true.

History is very clear.

Human behavior is easy to understand.

Part of hoping for the best is preparing for the worst.

Ill or unprepared humans have no hope at all.

Let that not be these United States.

Let that not be you.

Jason Kraus

www.aleadernotapolitician.com