Idolatrizing the Confederacy

As y’all may or may not know, I don’t re-blog that much. Over four years, I have re-blogged only ten times. But occasionally I come across a post that really moves me and I just have to share it. I have been following Shayleene MacReynolds for a little while. First discovered her waitress blog ,, and loved the humor and the writer. With her second blog, Wild Heart of Life, she shares her love of nature. This post was from the second blog. I found her posting much of the things I would like to say but haven’t been able to find the words. So here it is.

The Wild Heart of Life

I went to Georgia last January. I had read a book and become inspired and flown away to a land of history and richness and cultural pride. My God it was a beautiful place to be.
Before leaving Atlanta for Savannah, I went to the MLK museum. I saw the sad little row of houses where they put the blacks. I threw a penny in the wishing pond where a thousand wishes have been made that are, each of them, still waiting for an answer.
I sat beside a homeless person and I cried. I lit his cigarette for him. He had the kindest eyes.
In the church where MLK once preached, I cried again. Behind the rows of little boys and girls in burgundy coat jackets and patent leather shoes. They gave me funny looks. But I wasn’t afraid being the only white one in the room. That’s called…

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Chester (A Dog With Issues) Endorses Donald Trump

This one is a big Wow. Uncle Bardie was on the floor, absolutely in histerics.

Almost Iowa

dogI arrived home to a pitiful scene. A panic stricken Scooter had taken refuge on the roof of his doghouse.

Below him, a furry tempest raged. 

It attacked his dog dish, instantly shredding it into a scattering of twisted metal shavings – then it peeled chunks of plywood off his house and reduced them to sawdust. Finally, as I watched in amazement, it ripped shingles from under Scooter’s paws as he danced madly about in despair.

I called my buddy Stan.

What did you toss into Scooter’s kennel?” I shouted into the phone.

Are we talking about Chester?”

Chester is Stan’t psychotic dog.

“Yes… why is he here?”

“Daphne and I are on vacation and you have DirectTV.”

It made perfect Stan-sense.

Chester may be profoundly disturbed but there is one thing that keeps him emotionally stable – subscription television.  Specifically, the dog loves the Home Shopping Network.

So to rescue Scooter, I rushed into the house and cranked…

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