"Grandma, Do you hate Mexicans?".. shame on you Daughter!




I ran across this...2006.  a decade of BULLSHIT! IGNORANT BULLSHIT!

Time for you to admit what you have been doing! I'm a good woman! Never in your life did you witness bigotry on my part! How dare you bear false witness to your own mother, you foolish child! What have you been trying to prove??

I'm more fair than any human being you ever knew! I have fought discrimination all my life! What have you done?  Fought me! That's what. 

You need to find out what the hell your need to destroy me is about! I'm done.

In full!

BTW...10 years before Trump.

He listened! 

Friday, July 14, 2006

"Grandma, do you hate Mexicans?"





(photos - Marchs by illegal aliens and their promoters, Spring 2006, Various US Cities.)




I, and everyone else, active in the illegal immigration debate has been accused of being racist, xenophobic, nationalist, right wing whacko, etc. Any sane person would, by now, let the tripe run off like water off a ducks back. We consider the source, and it usually earns status only as a minor annoyance.

But this one was a stunner, big time. I hadn't seen my 13 year old granddaughters in nearly a year. We've never discussed this subject. But their own mother's " shame" about having a parent who refuses to ignore the reality of life became apparent. Unfortunately they have a father who could care less about any other human, would sell his soul for a dime and is too happily ignorant to have an opinion about anything. An entire household with not one member who knows anything of history, government, civic responsibility or human rights.

And this poor innocent child asks me if I "hate" another group of human beings?

I asked them if they had seen the marches of illegal aliens this spring on TV? They explained they're not allowed to watch the news, it will scare them. They talked about it at school.... Yeah, I'll bet.

And then I started getting the same PC sound bites that all the open border lovers spew.

"They really work hard, they just want to work."
(heart starting to pound)

I asked them how many kids go to their Jr. high that can't speak English.
"(groan)...who cares what they speak? They have the right. "
(palms sweating, hands shaking)

So, I tried in 10 minutes to give them years worth of information on our broken immigration system that their pubescent brains could handle. I can only imagine what they gleaned from it and are repeating to their parents at this moment.

How does someone like me raise a child, like the one I did, who thinks so differently? Sure, somehow in the end, it is my fault. I won't argue that. Lots of reasons, no excuses.

Neither will I let it stop me from doing all I can to keep this country the sovereign nation that our ancestors sacrificed life, home, property and each other to give us the incredible life of luxury that no other people anywhere, anytime have ever had.

I will not be still and quiet to satisfy the greed and ignorance of my living relatives who would humbly submit to marching into cattle cars or across a frozen South for "relocation". To do so would be to dishonor those of our own blood who sacrificed all for us for centuries on this land and the freedom we take for granted.

Someone MUST speak up, and it's apparent no one else in my family will. I don't know who wrote these words, but they speak a truth. I should have said them more often when my children were growing up. They all practice the "persuit of happiness" part and ignore the rest.

"As a child I slept, and dreamed that life was beauty,
I awoke and found that life is duty."

My children worry about me. Life would be so much easier if I'd "just get over it".
Benjamin Franklin lost his only son who sided with the British Empire.
The greatest diplomat in the history of the United States of America could not convince his own son to join him in the Revolution and the birth of the greatest , most welcoming nation in the history of the world. I find myself in good company. I wonder if Ben's son told him to "get over it"?

Just be on notice, dear family of mine, I'm not wasting my breath on any of you again. There are citizens out there eager for the truth, appreciative of what this nation has given them and saving YOUR country from becoming just another 3rd world banana republic.

Be a victim of history if you like.   I prefer to be a participant in the future of my children. You are free in America to make your choice, as I have. Just remember, there is plenty of shame to go around.

This closing passage was written in a letter by Col. James Madison Bell, of the Cherokee Mounted Rifles to his wife during the Civil War in Indian Territory. My appreciation goes to the University of Oklahoma for the preservation of these letters.
Hd Qters 2nd Cher Regt
Camp Watie May 8th, 1864

" They broke in on our people while fasting and praying this year and they seem to have had no success. I have always told you that we must be independent - I have as much faith in our ability to withstand the Federl troops now even more than at the commencement of the war. Why should we not, our cause must be a just one and we are only trying to defend our rights - our homes, our wives & our children.

Will you love us the better for doing so or not? I sometimes think you will not. "
_______________

PS. If anyone wants to start with the slurs by calling me "old", just remember, I'm younger than your open border loving president.
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Comments

  1. Shannan,
    That night I saw you at Red lobster 5 years ago, I felt that joy at seeing you after years...you stood there like stone and never said a word. It was like embracing death.

    Nothing ever hurt me more

    You need to find out why you have spent 35 years trying to destroy me.
    You succeeded so well that now I can't stand the sight or thought of you
    YOU have finally blocked me on email. Coward. You destroyed my life and ran. COWARD

    https://www.facebook.com/reel/482205734279459?mibextid=rS40aB7S9Ucbxw6v

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  2. Soldiers come home:
    https://www.facebook.com/reel/351573624649044?mibextid=rS40aB7S9Ucbxw6v

    It was 1968. Earl Wells was dying in Portland. I was holding his hand at Oregon health sciences when I looked at the door Way. There stood Byron in his Uniform, after flying all night to get home. I can't remember the details but we didn't think he would make it home in time.
    He seemed huge.. yet like a child,sad
    It was a
    moment you never forget.
    He cared about his dad, a good man. Iris spoiled Darrell. All he cared about that day in Portland was going to a titty bar.


    Byron was my friend.
    Shannan wouldn't even call me to let me know he died 20 years ago.
    Byron Gene Wells served his country in Vietnam.
    I miss you!
    I named my daughter after him .. middle name Gene...genene
    He'd strangle you Darrell, if he knew the harm you have caused.

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  3. Speaking of tittie bars....
    Must have been about 1993... time and space are a mystery to me lately...

    I joined up with some Medford citizens to protest the planned opening of Our first nudie bar for"gentlemen". Ya had to leave town for that shit and not have to explain to your 7 year old why the lady is naked on the neon sign you have to drive by.
    No one knew that I was doing things like that. One day I got tired of hiding my patriotism. You silly fools .
    One of those citizens was Jesse Lee Peterson. Ran into him on X. That was nice to see a familiar face.

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  4. When I was a child, the animals were who sustained and comforted me. I wasn't allowed to play like other kids.

    My greatest sin is not fully understanding what sentient, intelligent creatures they are. Yes, I cared for them, taught my kids to be kind and take care of pets. But I didn't know what glorious friends I had or how much they love me.
    If I had it to do over, my life would be about cats and dogs and never include a person! I can only think of one living person I ever want to see again. My son.
    He knows how to love these critters. Please do! Please take care of Dink when I leave. Please Danny.
    I love you so much. I worry that you don't have family. It's not what I wished for you.
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  5. I came across a precious dog.. would have been perfect for Levi. I wanted to give him that good little dog and Maranda wouldn't let me.
    Yes should have let hi had the dog! Ridiculous.

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  6. Do remember this, you closed minded little bigots. The good
    God fearing, freedom loving immigrants, mostly Mexicans, are going to save your dumb asses. They won't sit by and watch it be destroyed. They've seen that before!

    They're better Americans than you will ever be!

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  7. I ignored
    so many red flags about you Shannan. I wonder if your daughters are realizing yet what a terrible mother you are.
    You gave away Cookie and that adorable little dog..I can't remember his name! He looked like this. I would have loved to have him! That was your solution when I asked you to keep them out of my yard. You broke your childrens hearts to spite me! They loved those dogs!

    https://www.facebook.com/reel/580404844559103?mibextid=rS40aB7S9Ucbxw6v

    Another time, Marandas cat got squashed on the road. Art scraped it up. We built a box and had a funeral. Shannan left for her house and returned with a paper bag. It was Marandas dead guinea pig from months before. She announced.." you may as well bury this now"
    The kids were stunned because she told them it ran away! That bag was left on her patio all that time. It's a miracle the girls didn't find it.
    You are thoughtless and cruel Shannan.

    You put on that phony nice act just like Helen Frontino.

    Go on a diet

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