I’d like to pick up a newspaper with a headline that reads “Government Shrinks, Individual Freedom Returns to its Citizens.”
I’d like to return to a time similar to how it was a few years back. Conversely, I’d like to still have all the superior, expedient things we enjoy today that we didn’t have available to us back then, like computers, television, portable phones, dishwashers, electric washers and dryers, DVDs, among a lot of other things. The convenience we enjoy today is due to the creativity of the people and the capitalistic free enterprise markets. Political government does not invent these things. People living in a free society do.
I’d like to return to a time when we did not have the thousands of governmental agencies and departments—federal, state, county and city.
I’d like to return to the time when one could drive without so much interference from the Department of Motor Vehicles, and to a time when children could attend school in a safe environment and be educated, instead of indoctrinated.
I’d like to return to the time when income taxes didn’t have to be filed. However, since that was before my time, passed in 1913, I can dream about it.
I’d like to return to the time when we could walk the city streets, or in the country, or in a park, without fear of being attacked by thugs and criminals, who now a day rob and kill for pocket change.
I’d like to return to the time when we could trust our neighbors and society as a whole. I recall growing up in the country where we never locked our doors, when windows were left open for the breeze to flow through (hence no cost for air conditioning at night).
I recently went for an eye checkup. The conclusion by the optometrist—no eyeglass prescription until I had cataract surgery.
Most of my life, I have steered clear of the druggist and the surgeon’s knife. I have an aversion to drugs and going under the knife. Never having any surgery, (except tonsils removed as a teenager), it seems lately I’m constantly running from doctors who want to replace parts of my body.
The eye examiner told me that the majority of people have cataract removal around the age of 60, and since I passed that milestone some time ago, he said I was lucky to have gone this long with out having it done. He suggested I might not have to wear glasses afterwards, because I seemed so healthy, and even seemed surprised I’m taking no kinds of medicine. I thought to myself if he had been reading all the reports I receive about the damaging effects of so many drugs on the market, he would be leery of them as well.
I do cook healthy meals, and take a lot of vitamins and mineral supplements. The other day I stayed on the computer so long I forgot to take supplements and when I went to bed, had leg cramps. I got up, took a potassium calcium-magnesium supplement, and fell asleep with no pain shortly afterward. I believe we must have everything in our bodies that’s in the Earth, including trace minerals of things like iodine and arsenic. I tell my body to let me know what it needs.
A few years back, I was craving asparagus, and that’s about all I ate for over a week. I read later that asparagus contains organic sulphur. Recently, all I wanted was eggs and cabbage, so I had eggs for lunch and creamed cabbage for dinner for several days. I read a report years ago that said both were comprised of organic sulphur. I do know silverware left with eggs on it will turn it dark, so there must be some mineral in it that causes that chemical reaction. My conclusion is that my body knows more about what it needs than many doctors…if I pay attention to it. I follow what my body dictates.
Nevertheless, parts do wear out probably due to some neglect along the way. About six months ago, I had surgery to remove some parts, add to others, and tack some up. After the optometrist explained the eye lens would be removed and replaced with another, I began thinking if enough was removed and replaced, I may wind up being a bionic woman. I could end up with radar eyes and electronic ears and have to be wound up like a toy when I get out of bed every morning.
Listening to all the flailing ranting and raving from politicians, and sometimes thinking if their head was the size of their brain they could wear a peanut hull for a skull cap, I wondered if some of their parts might need checking out for consideration of additions or replacements. But soon came to the realization they mostly need an annual attitude check-up.
One good ole country boy once said he was glad everyone did not think like he did because every one would want his wife. In that connection, it’s a good thing we all do not want what the politicians think we do. And paying more attention to our own innate intelligence, rather than everything doctors and politicians say, we would most likely be better off. At least I think so.
And if there’s anyone else out there who might agree with this premise, I would be delighted to hear it. Or, even if you disagree.
Let Freedom Ring!
JUST ME,
AC
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France and the French people have always held a certain fascination for me. They always look so good. Maybe it’s because of their attention to fashion and wine drinking habits, or language that adds to their charm. Whatever the reasons, they always seem so trim and well dressed, and I think of them as being the most beautiful people. Perhaps some of my fascination goes back to the old movies starring Charles Boyer, and his sexy charm.
I’m glad the newly-elected head of their government is friendly toward the United States because the last President of France did not like us. That always bothered me because I have always felt fondly toward Lafayette, who came over here and did so much to help George Washington win the Revolutionary War against England.
For anyone following my stories, you will discover I write about children in general from time to time, and my grandchildren in particular. I have a lot of interest in a variety of subjects, not the least of which is children.
These past two years I have become quite interested in foster children—the government-subsidized program for their care, foster parents, the involvement of courts and police in the rescue of abused children, in addition to the many stories about how some parents treat their children.
Fortunately, mine is a situation whereby my grandchildren are raised in a very loving, caring home and atmosphere, and I can participate in that rearing from time to time when I’m so privileged to have them for a visit.
At this particular time, the most challenging grandchild is the one I call Prince William, who’s not yet 3 years old.
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Use Of Psychology By A 3-Year-Old (Issue 4)
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