End the Fed NOW!!!

An email I sent out to all my groups

Every day I swear to God I get up wondering what's in store............ OMG! ......and believe it or not, I never know. I may have had stuffs on my mind right before going off to sleep and that might be the last thing I think of upon awakening.

I remember reading 'America What Went Wrong' and wondering WTF? It was a rude wake-up call that's for sure. I had been in bookkeeping for a long time and helped do the payroll and the deductions and such but I NEVER knew a thing, NOT ONE DAMN THING.

I remember I had signed up to take an economics class in college............. hmmmmmm I fell outta my desk on the first day and chipped my tail bone. WOW, was that painful but I was determined to continue so I went off to the doctor and he told me there was nothing to do but wait it out. The pain would eventually subside and if I wanted to sit comfortably at all to get myself a donut pillow. He wrote out the presciption. (I never remember the spelling as my dyslexia kicks in so subscription and perscription????????) ......and thinking of it, maybe I was damned lucky he didn't suggest pain pills cause that coulda been a whole different set of problems, eh? Addiction............ OMG, I had a problem for a while with alcohol but thank goodness I wasn't so far in I couldn't get out. (Maybe again God's intervention.)

I took the prescription for the pillow........... hmmmmm, a prescription for a pillow, eh? YEP, and I was determined to go to that damned class.......... Well, I'll tell you one thing, it was painful enuff at home trying to get comfortable even with the help of 2 little beautiful girls helping me out by waiting on me hand and foot for that whole week.

I drove over to Los Banos from my home about 20 miles and I went into my economics class........ and put down my donut pillow and sat down in tears...........

I got up and left immediately hobbling and crying all the way to the car and from there home, it was excruciating.

The pain eventually got better and some 35-40 years later, I don't feel a thing. BUT, I didn't go back to economics ever as that was simply not in the cards and to this day, I don't regret it. (I wish sometimes that I had the knowledge but PTSD wasn't gonna let me forget that awful, horrible, painful experience.) Maybe, after all, GOD works in strange ways, eh?

I've been thru a couple of physically painful experiences but have been VERY lucky not to have had to endure much in that area. I figured God gave me enuff with all the Mental stuffs I've had to endure. (......and No, I don't think I am or was crazy, I think it was the EVIL in charge of the world and the brainwashing.)

The only thing I wish I could redo is my relationship with my parents. (They were the poor white people that Shirley Sherrod spoke of) I wish I had known then what I know now about the world and I would have stuck by them in their dealing with the physical sicknesses (cancer) of the world and all the medications and BS they had to endure to live as long as they did. (Shirley S. and I were born in the same year........ hee hee.)

I used to say I hated my mother because of my abusive childhood but had I known then what I know now about her, I would have loved her and hugged her a lot more.............. IT IS ALL ABOUT FAMILY you know and my parents had a simply horrible existance fighting this damn system in the thralls of tons and tons of meds and chemotherapy and kobalt treatments.........

DAMN THESE elites and damn their freakin money and most of all GOD DAMN their evil ways.