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Source: David Snape Show 2 (4.4.16)
Please take the time to listen to Sonni’s interview. You can fast forward to 1:26:00 where the interview with Sonni starts. Please take the time to listen and spread this around the internet. Most people have no clue and many won’t care. How would you feel if it were your relative?
I still don’t know how to do this properly so please forgive me, Sonni.
This was originally published by Sonni Quick, on her blog, “My Name is Jamie”.
You have taken the words right out of my mouth! I agree with every single word. This is a MUST read unless your brainwashing is complete.
Thank you so much for sharing your insights.
Hugs
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This is the 4th time I have tried to write this post. The problem is knowing there is a significant percentage of people who are so susceptible to being manipulated into believing what they are told to believe even to the point of their own destruction. It’s mindblowing. When I read comments people make about politicians and who and what they support, it is a direct reflection of the garbage spewed over and over on mainstream media. Tell people what you want them to believe often enough and it becomes truth. Then the people will indignently insist it is the truth. The people behind the curtain laugh at how easy it is to get the citizens to believe what you want them to believe. People will believe the stupidest things.
In our next US presidential election people still actually think the person elected has the power to…
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I really hope I stopped this thing from showing up on Facebook. If not, my husband’s relatives may just let him in on my secret before I am ready to share it with him.
I love my husband. I just don’t think I can be married to him any more. I have talked to him countless times about the problems we have in our marriage but nothing EVER changes. I am just so tired of things not changing.
My 71 year old mom has permanent legal guardianship of my nephew and they live with us. She receives no support of any kind. She is on social security and I am disabled. She and I do not bring in enough money to support the three of us.
The biggest problem I have in my marriage is financial. My husband is a truck driver. He is an extremely social person. Nothing wrong with that except he has to stop at truck stops every hour or so and will hang out for a good little while just chatting with folks. It causes him to get less loads than all the other drivers so his check along with mine and mom’s are not quite enough to pay the bills. Every time I get close to being caught up he gets “sick” and has to take a few days off. I want to pull my hair out. He does this EVERY December. He has now been out for ten days. Tomorrow’s check might be $150.00 and there will be no check for the next two. I spend every December scrambling to find the money so I can get gifts for my nephew. He is a great kid. Never gets in trouble. Makes A-B honor roll every report card. He has good manners. We NEVER have the money to buy him things other than birthday and Christmas. His birthday is on November 22nd. So unfair.
That is just the tip of the iceberg. I am probably an asshole for sharing this with the world but I really need some suggestions. My pain makes it impossible for me to work unless there is some legit work from home job out there. My doctor visits and meds cost a fortune. I feel so damn stuck. I would rather die than loose him because I don’t have the money to feed him.
I was a workaholic before becoming disabled. I need to find a way to work.
Oh. The biggest problem is that he makes my nephew feel like he can’t do anything right. He raises hell at him for things like forgetting to take the trash out. Come on. He is 13. I have to do right by my nephew. He deserves better.
I am sorry for dumping this on you guys. Please help me with some ideas.
Thank you.
Hugs,
Leah
I am back in business! Old phone completely died. New phone came today. I am so excited to be back! I have missed you guys. I have a lot of comments to go through and i am still trying to learn how to use my new phone. Lots of people to respond to and bad pain today so please be patient.
Hugs,
Leah
This post is so much better than mine! Regardless of how you feel about the refugee situation, please read this. I love this post.
I am not a Christian. That fact has probably been perfectly clear for a very long time; it doesn’t take a whole lot of reading around here to figure it out.
What may be less clear to non long-time visitors: Chances are I know way more about Christianity than you do. Is that a guarantee? No, not at all. But most of you don’t have a Master’s degree in Biblical studies. I do. And I got it from one of the best divinity schools in the country. So chances are I know more about Christianity and Western religion in general than you do.
I’ve been thinking about Jesus a lot in the last few days. Maybe I should go full wanker here and call him Yeshua, or something, to rid him of some of the cruft that’s accumulated over the past 2000 years, but the point is I’ve spent a…
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Seriously? Do you really believe closing our borders to people in desperate need will stop terrorism in this country? I hate to be the bearer of bad news but by turning these people away you are in fact ENSURING more terrorist attacks.
Because a few men are rapists, does that mean we should ban ALL men? Because a few women are gold diggers, does that mean we should ban ALL women? Because a few dogs are aggressive, should we ban ALL dogs? Do you see where I’m going with this? Being Muslim doesn’t make you a terrorist any more than being a man makes you a rapist.
I have no doubt there will be more terrorist attacks on our soil, but not because we open our hearts and our borders. Precisely the opposite. We have become a hated nation. We are a nation filled with adults acting like two year olds. “I want what I want when I want it and everyone else be damned”. We are a nation of racists, bigots, narcissists and greedy fools. Things have become more important than human beings.
The terrorists who entered America in order to carry out the 9/11 attacks did not come in as a group of refugees seeking asylum. Are you really so simple minded? If the answer is yes, you are more foolish than I first believed.
Have you even thought about the fact that our very ancestors were the first terrorists to come to this country? Just look at what they did to the American Indians. Can you really blame them from scalping the terrorists who were raping their women, stealing THEIR land and wiping out their tribes? The way I see it, our ancestors got what they deserved.
What about the terrorism perpetrated on the Africans? Kidnapped from their own birth places, separated from family, beaten mercilessly and forced to due hard labor so our ancestors could be rich AND lazy. Selling a human life is SO barbaric. To this day, they are still being abused and repressed.
Yet you have the gall to turn away an entire group of people seeking a better life for themselves and their children because they have the audacity to follow a different religion. Oh yeah, they MUST all be terrorists since they are not Christians. They are seeking refuge from the same evil force you yourself are so afraid of. Please tell me, what right do the descendants of terrorists have to turn away a peaceful group of people who are in desperate need of our help, based on their religion?
Governor Deal, you disgust me. You are the epitome of all that is wrong with this country. You too, Donald Frump. May God have mercy on your souls!
Dear Syrian refugees,
Please forgive my government for they know not how ignorant they are. Just as being a Muslim does not mean you must be a terrorist, being American does not mean I must be an ignorant, racist, moronic bigot. There are many Americans who would welcome you with open arms. I am so sorry for the decisions of the self-righteous politicians in this country.
Crying can feel like dying – one drop at a time.
This is a message the must be read, heard and understood by all divorcing/divorced parents. PLEASE DO NOT TRAUMATIZE YOUR CHILDREN IN ORDER TO EXACT REVENGE ON YOUR SPOUSE.
I am so very mad right now. I don’t watch Dr. Phil’s TV show but it happened to be the channel it was on when I turned the TV on. The subject matter immediately caught my attention: a mother has been telling her daughter for 16 years that her father molested her when she was a toddler.
The father denies it. The police found no evidence of abuse. Schools and peers believe the abuse didn’t happen and that the mother, instead, was making things up or making huge exaggerations. Okay – it had my attention! The father took a polygraph, administered by a well-known ex-FBI agent considered the best at giving and interpreting polygraphs, and he passed with flying colors. It brought the father to tears of relief. When Dr. Phil asked if he was glad the public finally knows the truth, the father said that he didn’t care about that, he…
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I could relate to everything Tessa has to say here. I have been bi-polar my whole life. Too many are suffering in silence which I why I feel this story needs to be seen. Thank you for sharing with us, Tessa.
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I can’t begin to thank all of you for the likes and the follows! I am humbled and grateful. You guys are so amazing!
I want to apologize for not having responded to each and every one of you personally. I do not have internet at home right now. I use my cellphone for everything. Well, the old cellphone bit the dust two days ago. I will be ordering one in the morning and I’m having it overnighted. As soon as it gets here I will get it activated and return to immerse myself in your life stories, poetry and beautiful photography! After far too many years I have found my voice and I long to hear yours.
Thank you all again for the love. I can’t wait to return. My son’s phone will not allow me to reply directly to comments so I apologize. Probably because it’s a Windows phone.
Hugs to everyone and thank you for your patience!
Three months ago I had to be placed on life support. I had gotten pneumonia and my body was shutting down, rapidly. The doctor informed me the only way to save my life was to put me on a ventilator. Darkness set in. There were no angels. No bright light trying to lure me away. I remember nothing. Did you know that every day you remain on a ventilator, your chances of coming off of it alive decrease? Up until the eighth day my body fought their efforts to wean me off. Perhaps somewhere in the recesses of my mind I knew this. Ten years of unbearable physical pain and ten years of “him” breaking my spirit were enough to make me not want to come back.
On the eighth day, my body was able to sustain without the breathing tube. I was angry. I was sad. I wanted to lash out at God for ignoring my desire for it to end. I felt betrayed. Why would he send me back for more? So many days I had prayed for Him to take me home. Home, where the would be no more pain. No more breaking my spirit. I guess He wasn’t finished with me. There must be unfinished business.
There is. I suppose He waned me to fight to get my spirit back. Of all the places I would find the courage to fight, I am finding it here with total strangers. Because of your support, I had enough courage to tell tonight that I would no longer allow him to break what was not his to break. I told him if things did not change soon he would be packing his bags. He is even ugly to my mom. She has been through enough abuse in her life. He has abused her for the last time unless he wants to pack his stuff. This is my house. He has no claim to it. My dad bought it
for me since I am disabled and can not work. He didn’t want to leave this world unless I had my own place, fully paid for. One that no one could force me out of. I am very blessed to have a dad that do that for me.
There are no words to adequately express the gratitude I have for the encouragement that total strangers have given me. You have also helped me find the courage to stand up for myself. I can not thank you all enough. The fire in me has returned. I can not wait to explore your blogs and get to know you guys.
Thank you for the love.
Joyfully,
Leah
Crying can feel like dying – one drop at a time.
