Agree or disagree, it doesn’t really matter to me. This is just my opinion, and I have the right to have one just like you. Everyone seems to have their panties in a wad over President Trumps advised decision to no allow Transgenders into our Military. Step back and take a breath. I did not […]
Agree or disagree, it doesn’t really matter to me. This is just my opinion, and I have the right to have one just like you. Everyone seems to have their panties in a wad over President Trumps advised decision to no allow Transgenders into our Military. Step back and take a breath. I did not see anywhere, that his advisers or the President said anything about gays in the Military. Being from a Military family, having children, husband, and friends serve, I can honestly say, none of the people I know could care less about anyone being Gay in the military. All they care about is the person next to them has their six.
As far as Transgenders go, it’s time to use some common sense. Finding people with any common sense may prove to be unaccomplishable. Here are a few problems when it comes to Transgenders being in the Military.
To achieve becoming another sex, it takes a lot of drugs. Not a one time deal, but drugs the rest of your life, each day, every day. Why should the Military be responsible for making sure these very expensive drugs are available to anyone serving, especially if they are in a combat situation. At times having the proper medical staff and medications in a combat zone becomes a problem just to take care of the wounded and ill serviceman and women. If you have changed sexes and now you can’t get your daily drugs, guess what? Yep, you start turning back into the sex you were born.
All these now women, there were once men, complaining about how they fought for the right for me to hate them, is bull…. I don’t hate them. I have to be honest though. When you were fighting for my rights, many of you were strong, in great physical shape (as a man). Now you are a woman, and although you might still be in good physical shape, you have taken drugs, and the steps to lose that male muscle mass and I wonder if any of you could pass the physical test required to be in the job you once held. And what if you can’t get your needed drugs to keep your girly shape?
Same goes for women who are now men. If you can’t get your drugs, you will get your girly muscles back. Scientifically, women do not and will probably never have the muscle mass males have, hence the reasons they require less on tests for women who want to enter into a man’s job.
The money appropriated for the Military should be going to support our troops in all ways possible, for the well being of the majority. I think of all the wounded warriors that could use the money just one Transgender person requires for their upkeep and medical issues, and this is a no brainer for me.
I don’t care if you are Gay, Transgender, Straight, or what ever…this isn’t a call against what you are, it’s a call on for what Military money is used. You were a different sex when you were in the Military, and you have decided you want to be something else, then that’s on you, not the tax payers.
I support our troops. I believe they do not get enough care in many cases while deployed, or after they serve. The VA Administration is a shame in many cities and needs to be fixed NOW! But I also feel it’s not up to the tax payers, the Military, or the Government to support anyone who wants to be a different sex. Not saying you shouldn’t have health care, just that sex changes should not be covered as a benefit. That’s on you.
I would like to have a face lift, but you don’t see Medicare stepping up to help me out on that. Not a benefit.
If all of you Hollywood folks feel that strongly about helping Transgenders, then get up off some of your millions and start paying for their transformation and medical upkeep. Then have a big steaming cup of shut the hell up.
After watching the news the other night, my husband and I had a long conversation regarding world events and things happening right here in our own country. Some of you reading this will think I have gone off the deep end and have turned into a complete racist. Maybe I have. For fifty-two years I’ve been listening to the same ol bullshit. What this country needs is a big steaming cup of shut the hell up.
People out there still trying to play the poor me card. I grew up in a ghetto, or in the back woods of Appalachia, or my parents were immigrants and my favorite being, I’m a native American and life isn’t fare. You telling me in the fifty-two years that I have been listening to this crap, no one in your family could make things better? In fifty-two years, no one could break the having several children by several men? In all that time, no one could educate themselves and find better jobs? Stop with the poor me bullshit, and get your ass up and do better.
I have no empathy for those calling Black Lives Matter when most young black men are killed my young black men. Doesn’t matter what color your skin is, there are always others worse off than you. Doesn’t matter where you live, you can always leave. You my always have to start at the bottom of the job ladder but it’s up to you to climb that ladder.
Stop the crying and belly aching and do something with your life. No one said life was going to be easy or fair. You have problems? It’s not the rich guy down the street causing your problems. Truth be known, that rich guy probably owns some businesses and puts people to work. There’s a concept: work. If it wasn’t hard at times, it would have been called play.
I have worked hard all my working days (since I was 14). I’ve held some pretty nasty jobs, some most people would have not done and gone hungry or stuck their hand out for welfare. I’m not against helping people that need help. I am against helping people that are just to lazy to work to make their and their children’s life better. If that’s being a racist, then I guess I am one. I’m beyond the point of caring what people think I am or am not.
Stop blaming others or things for the crap you got yourself into. If you happen to be some of the very few that were handed a crappy life, it’s up to you to make it other wise. Stop depending on others to fix your life. Has nothing to do with the color of your skin, the place you were born or where you live now. If you have the will, you can do better. In the mean time, have a big cup of that shut the hell up and carry on.
As you celebrate Independence Day, I wish everyone would give this some thought. For years I have heard Americans say, we should be more like Europe. They do this, or they do that. Health care is free. College is free. They let all aliens into their countries. Blah, blah, blah!
Listen up people; there is more than one reason people from all over the world are willing to give up everything they own to come to this country. It’s not because everything is free! Although, there are many in this country believe everything should be free. Let me tell you; nothing is free. Not even freedom.
When other countries offer free things to their citizens, who do you think is paying for it all? The citizens are paying with up to 50% income taxes in some countries. So you want to be like other countries? My suggestion is that you move there and leave the rest of us alone here in the good ol U.S.A.
Yes, this country was built with open doors, allowing the masses to come and settle here. We were a growing nation. Things have changed. If you haven’t noticed, we are fairly populated. We have our own problems we need to tend to before we continue to allow more people to come here and live. A five-year stay on immigration should be ample time for us to fix our problems. That is if we can get the jackasses in Washington D.C. to stop fighting each other and actually work.
I wouldn’t feel so strongly on this immigration stoppage if those coming here wanted what we have worked so hard to get. Instead, the masses come here and try to impose their lifestyles on us. I don’t care what religion you are, or how you practice, but don’t move here and try to force your old ways of life on us. You want that kind of life, then go back to where you came. You can fight your way out of the mess your country is in just like we did.
So, as you are grilling that hamburger or hotdog, fishing for that big catch of the day, watching fireworks, remember we are all Americans. Stop with that ancestry crap. You are not African/American, or Mexican/American. If you were born on this soil, you are first, by all means, an American. If you become a citizen, then be proud of the hard work you have done to become a citizen and be an American. My suggestion is if you are so proud of your ancestry that you place that country before America, then move to that country. This country was built on the blood, sweat, tears, and bodies of people that believed this place would be a better place to live. How about we stop trying to tear it down, making it like other countries, and start acting like Americans. Peoples not afraid to work hard, get their hands dirty, and earn their way through life.
Freedom comes with a price. Sometimes that price is just a matter of thinking differently, or how Americans once believed. What say you?
Granted I raised my child in the dark ages as she will be forty something this year. And no I’m not senile just sparing her the reality of her and my ages since she will probably read this. I am not so out of touch that I did not know about child proofing your homes. However, I did not realize it has become a billion dollar business. After seeing an advertisement this morning for such products, I decided to investigate. I’m actually sorry I looked. It tells me just how lazy and preoccupied parents are these days.
Special cupboard locks, drawer locks, refrigerator locks, bookcase locks, oven locks on the doors and knobs, corner bumper guards, tub guards and bumpers, and the list goes on and on. You must be kidding me.
This is only telling me parents are too busy to pay attention to what their child is doing. Put down the damn cell phone, turn off the TV, and watch what your child is doing! When I raised my daughter, I had child proofing. It was called verbal commands and a swat on the butt if the verbal command was ignored. Now there’s an old fashion concept. News flash: she turned out to be a responsible adult, had had a great career, and is now living the good life. She never poisoned herself, and I never moved the cleaning supplies from under the kitchen sink. She was always within sight no matter where I was in the house.
Yes, she fell and hit her cheek on the corner of the coffee table. Yes, she had a black eye. She also fell playing in the backyard, hit her forehead on the back steps and had two black eyes from that fall. She was allowed in two cupboards which held the pots and pans. It didn’t take but a few “no touch” and a couple of swats on the butt for her to learn which cupboards she was allowed to open. It only took one time of trying to eat the bar of bath soap for her to know that wasn’t a good idea.
Yes, I trained my baby from the time she first started to crawl until she left home for the things that would cause her pain, both physical and mentally. When she was a baby, I trained myself to always have an eye on her, as to where she was and what she was doing. In my day, this was called parenting.
Oh, but you say you are a working parent, and you are tired when you get home. It’s easier to have everything childproofed so you can sit down and relax. Guess you should have thought about that before you had a child.
Stop protecting your children from every possible thing that might hurt them (physically and mentally), get off the social media, put down your cell phone unless it’s necessary to make a phone call, spend time with your child, and share the learning experiences of life. In a few years, you will be proud of both yourself and the child you raised.
This whole insurance deal is a pain, you got it, in the arse! The Healthcare Act is one of the biggest scams ever imposed on the American public, IMO. I just don’t understand how the majority of Americans think paying premiums to have health insurance relates to coverage.
We have been on the Healthcare Act merry-go-round for several years now and we still do not have coverage. There is only one provider in Georgia and the three plans have deductibles from three to eight thousands dollars a year but none of them cover the things we visit the doctor for the majority of the time. Again we would have health insurance but nothing covered. We would get the privilege to pay premiums once a month. How lucky can people be?
I’m a firm believer that if our politicians had to depend on the Health Care Act, this crap would be fixed in a matter of months. There would be no fighting between parties. On the other hand, the majority of the people in Congress are millionaires, they can afford any type of health care they want. What do they know about needing an MRI and not having the funds? An eight thousand dollar deductible is a weekend outing for many of these people. They have no clue. In the meantime, Americans that have worked hard all their lives suffer.
And that my friends is the real deal on our health care in America.
In fifty-four years we have gone from devastation and tears over the assignation of our President to laughing at the portrayal of our President being killed in a play. What Happed?
The generations that walked the halls of my school on that day in history when our President was gunned down are the same people that have raised the citizens that are now protesting, threatening the President and his family, and laughing at horrendous comments made about the President and his family. If they didn’t raise them, it’s their grandchildren spreading hate and discontent. And I’m not sure over what?
Let me say that I was raised in a divided house. My father was a dye in the wool Democrat, and my mom was a Republican. Many conversations were held around the dinner table as to why one or the other should change their vote. No angry words were ever spoken. No name calling. Just a comment now and then about their vote canceling each other’s.
Where is the universal respect for the office of the Presidency? Why is it now accepted to hate and bash? I understand people not agreeing with things the President does or wishes to do, but wishing him dead; I don’t understand at all.
What happened to our children and grandchildren that they have shunned manners and common respect for other humans? Mothers and fathers proud that their children are protesting, burning, fighting the police, threatening the President, belittling the First Lady, and verbally attacking their children. I just can’t bring myself to believe that my generation raised their children to behave like this even though I see it with my own eyes. What does one say to their child when they see their grandchild acting in this way, I often wonder.
I can only surmise this sort of behavior is a product of being entitled. Which is another problem I see with our country.
When in the Course of human events it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature’s God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.
It doesn’t matter what you believe, in a creator, or nature, we have rights, not entitlements. We can pursuit happiness. This does not mean one is guaranteed to obtain happiness. If your pursuit of happiness brings harm and pain to others, then you should be stopped.
All the things I hear and read people saying about others, I wonder if they would say the same things in person in a one on one conversation. Bravery and being a jackass seems to thrive in large crowds or on the internet.