|I want to believe!|
I stayed up last night and watched the speeches at the Republican convention. There was a black preacher who gave a really good speech. I think his name was Burns. The rest of the speeches leading up the main event were fairly good. Trumps daughter , Ivanka, gave a good speech and introduction for her father.
Trumps speech was excellent. He hit on a lot of things, but these stuck in my mind:
- Rebuild the military, which has withered away to nearly 1940 numbers. Right now the Marine Corps is scavenging parts for the F-18 fleet from the boneyard in Arizona, and 75 percent of the F-18 aircraft in the Marine Corps air wings are down for maintenance. Obama and his crowd did this.
- Restore Law and Order. Trump isn't going to tolerate or encourage riots in the streets and he isn't going to pay lip service to law enforcement and do nothing else, as Obama does.
- Secure the borders. No one can stop illegal immigration completely, but he will try. Obama has aided and abetted illegal immigration as part of his social engineering project.
- Destroy ISIS. Obama largely created the conditions that gave rise to this world wide terror network. His efforts to combat it, such as they are, are pathetic. Trump will take a more proactive stance.
- Make NATO pay it's fair share. We have a 14 trillion dollar deficit and we are still paying Germany for basing and transit rights? What the hell? That kind of thing has to stop.
- Trump thanked the NRA for it's endorsement and promised to support the Second Amendment. Unlike Obama, who promised the same thing and lied, Trump will keep his promise.
- Safety for the American citizen in this country. Obama blows smoke and wants to keep importing potential Moslem terrorists. Trump says "no more" until they can be adequate vetted. He mentioned Hillary's stated goal of increasing immigrants from Syria by 500% on top of the quotas Obama has been sneaking through on the sly.
- Jobs. Trump says he will put people back to work. I believe him. At least he can come at the problem from a real world standpoint, and not the Cloud Coo Coo land perspective of the Democrats, most of whom have never held a working class job.
He said we no longer have time for political correctness. You can tell he's not a career politician, and that is one of the things I really like best about the man.
There was a lot more, and I'm sure I've forgotten things, but the speech ran an hour and fifteen minutes.
I still think it is a very uphill battle. This morning the MSM is ranting and raving against Trump. They are really shaken by the way the convention went off. The liberal talking heads are also almost deranged over the suggestion that independents (which I guess I am now) and some middle of the road Democrats will vote for Trump.
But I feel better. I liked the speech. I liked the reaction of the thousands in the arena, because it made me realize that my concerns are shared by more people than I thought. Maybe there is hope after all.
Can one man change all those things, fix all those problems? No. But Trump is willing to try. Clinton wants to keep doing more of what Obama has done, on a vastly larger scale.
As for the Republican Big Wigs who stayed home and pouted because the common people chose a candidate that wasn't one of the club, well, you know what they say about people who can't take a joke.
On the home front, too hot to walk at the lake yesterday. Worked out on the elliptical but I hate the thing. I don't think I will use it anymore as one of the kittens got behind the piston and almost got squashed.
Spike and I went out at dawn to walk. He walked towards the edge of the meadow, stopping here and there to roll, or stretch in the grass. I just trundled along behind him. When we got near the treeline, I tried to pick him up. He looked at me. I looked at him. I knew instantly what was about to happen. He took off like a bat out of hell, trying to get into the forest. If he ever gets in those woods I'll never catch him. Just before he got out of the grass I managed to get him, but he tried to escape and accidentally gave me a good scratch on the arm. Time to clip his claws again. Can't say I blame him, the woods would be heaven for a ferret. Until he got eaten by a bobcat, or a red wolf, or a hawk, or a coyote, or an owl, or just starved to death. My wife never takes him out without his harness. It's like a T-10 parachute rig attached to a leash. M doesn't want to be running through the meadow after a fleeing Spike.
There's some good news on the ferret front.
With any luck, another ferret will be coming to join us up here on the mountain this weekend. We are trying to coordinate the logistics of picking him up in Chattanooga. Ferrets really need other ferrets. A friend from South Carolina recently planned to pick up a ferret while he was on a business trip , and then we were going to meet half way between his place and mine, and I was going to bring the ferret home. But the lady who said she needed a home for Panda, in reality wanted money for him and wasn't willing to accept that I would send her a check.. But it's ok, since she was taking care of him and wasn't going to dump him off. She just wanted cash. I'd have paid, but she wouldn't give the ferret to my friend without cash up front. Some people are hard to understand.
Once I had seven ferrets, but as the years passed, one by one they went to "The Rainbow Bridge."
I remember and miss them all. They were great friends. They have a place to rest up in the corner of the meadow, with a nice view and a pine tree over them. They have cairns made of quartz stones. Everybody gets some coins, some of their favorite toys, some sparklies, and some food in little pots, as well as a soft cloth to sleep on. The dirt can't get to them.
What's the point of being an eccentric recluse if you can't take care of your pals? And nobody knows what happens after you die.
* all the artwork on this page is done by my friend Stef. She lets me use her paintings and drawing, for which I am grateful.
Link to her page.