"Better to live on the corner of a roof than share a house with a quarrelsome wife." Proverbs 21:9
Which is in direct opposition to every fiber of my being.
Not just politically. Although my hour of mind altering yoga is the restraint that kept me from drop kicking the bumper that donned the "I'm Ready For Hillary" bumper sticker in the YMCA parking lot.
I weep for Boko Haram's brutal and abhorrent seizure of 300 Nigerian girls and pray constantly for peace for the Mamas and the babies safe return.
I think Don Sterling is an ignorant bigot with too much money earned on the athleticism and work ethic of those he violently disrespects.
The investigation in Benghazi where four Americans were slaughtered should continue no question in anyone's (with knowledge) mind.
I wholeheartedly believe Homosexuals deserve the exact respect that straight people do. I also think that the fascists among both groups need to grow a spine.
I am sick, sick, sick with the minority groups who scream the loudest and demand the most. Shut up.
I shudder at the fact we moved to a small town where heroin runs rampant, a paroled murderer is in custody with a body count of two young women, and there are no jobs in Obamas "recovered" economy .
I think the professors at Rutgers are fucking raving liberal idiots who just depraved their students (their women students) the amazing opportunity to hear from a highly educated and accomplished black woman who smashed the glass ceiling that does exist.
I think Kim Karsashian and Kanye West have no relevance in the real world and if they really wanted to make their questionable position in the public eye useful, they would enlighten themselves to the current events (not fashion) of this world.
Lois Lerner is a contemptible person and should be treated as such from the American people who get shamelessly taxed who work to give to those who refuse to.
My deliberate choice to dress modestly and behave conservatively when my husband is not with me at a family event and my Gender peers STILL don't introduce me to theirs, befuddles me and makes me wonder what the hell is wrong with the proverbial "weaker sex"?
I'm not a threat. I could be the best friend you ever had but you are living up to your stereotype.
These are my thoughts. But I stay quiet.
