There is no greater indictment of judges than the fact that honest people are afraid to go into court, while criminals swagger out its revolving doors.
I am an adult female.
I am a woman.
I am not what I wear.
I am not the makeup on my face.
I am a woman.
I am not the heels on my feet.
I am not the pitch of my voice.
I am a woman.
I am not a caricature.
I cannot be duplicated or replicated.
I am a woman.
I am Me.
There is no other me.
I am a woman.
I am fearfully and wonderfully made by the Creator.
I am not a man.
I am a woman.
I menstruate when the eggs in body have not been fertilized.
I get cramps and feel bloated.
I am a woman.
I have carried life inside my womb.
I have endured the pain of childbirth.
I am a woman.
I have three children.
I am their mother.
I am a woman.
I have breasts (mammary glands) that have nursed my children until they were able to eat solid foods.
I am a woman.
I have been told “no” because I am a woman.
I have been seen as less than because I am a woman.
I am a woman.
I have been objectified because I am a woman.
I have been accepted because I am a woman.
I am a woman.
I am not a victim.
I am victorious.
I am a woman.
I can do what men cannot do.
Men can do what I cannot do.
I am a woman.
The women that came before me were property.
The woman that came before me could not vote.
The woman that came before me did not have a chance at what I can so easily grasp with my finger tips.
We have come too far to be erased.
I am a woman.
I chuckle inside when someone calls me a boomer.
You know why?
Because I know my pre-internet, pre-cellphone, real music, real instruments, nature loving, kick the can, skateboarding, bicycle tag, cruising the strip, bonfires, bellbottoms, muscle cars, Saturday morning cartoons, roller-rinks, cookouts, and jamming Boston-Boston on my 8-track tape in my jacked-up Nova with mags ... was 100% a million times better than your brain-dead, sterile, boring AF, whiny iPhone childhood.
Good morning! "I pledge allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America, and to the Republic for which it stands, one Nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all."
In the summer of 1959, as in the summer of 1957, I worked as a clerk-typist in the headquarters of the U.S. Public Health Service in Washington. The people I worked for were very nice and I grew to like them. One day, a man had a heart attack at around 5 PM, on the sidewalk outside the Public Health Service. He was taken inside to the nurse's room, where he was asked if he was a government employee. If he were, he would have been eligible to be taken to a medical facility there.
Unfortunately, he was not, so a phone call was made to a local hospital to send an ambulance. By the time this ambulance made its way through miles of Washington rush-hour traffic, the man was dead. He died waiting for a doctor, in a building full of doctors. Nothing so dramatized for me the nature of a bureaucracy and its emphasis on procedures, rather than results.
One of the painful signs of years of dumbed-down education is how many people are unable to make a coherent argument. They can vent their emotions, question other people's motives, make bold assertions, repeat slogans—anything except reason.
Modern day humans in America are weak. Undisciplined. Fat. Lazy. Unattractive. Spoiled. Entitled. Did I say fat? Basically everything that is the antithesis to what made this county great & formidable in the first place.
One of the painful realities of our times is how long a political lie can survive, even after having been disproved years ago, or even generations ago.