I certainly agree with most of your article, but being very young during the Women's Lib movement, I can only say how happy I was that it came about. I did not want to get married and have children and be a "house wife" like it was expected of me. Why? Why did I have to follow that set of programming? I felt marriage was a trap. If a man and woman want to be married and raise a family, I am all for that. Men should be allowed to be men and the same goes for women. If a man wants to work to bring home the bacon and women be stay at home moms, I am fine with that. I don't think women should be cops, they can't handle the job, unless its behind a desk. They don't have the physical strength for it, same applies to working for a fire dept. Most women are bitches when it comes to being a CEO, or even a manager. I've run across so many of them who were Pure Evil. They got a little power in their pinky and thought they were God, and boy oh boy, did they let you know! I much rather work for a man. For myself, I don't look at myself as a female, thats secondary to being a Human. Me and my sisters didn't grow up in a household that showed a lot of love, only that we should graduate high school and look for a husband. You know, follow what your parents did and their parents and etc. Women do have a right to choose, but most have gone Way Over The Edge. I don't respect them at that point. No need to act like the female Black Widow spider. Its too bad men think so little of women, especially here in America. This is why they choose those from other countries, a woman who is more subservient. I live alone, so I have to have a pair of cajones or I will be taken advantage of and being seen as "weak". It swings both ways, Don. When men stand up for themselves, they are congratulated. When women do, they're called bitches. Go figure. Nudity can go, it needs to be eliminated from books, magazines, and movies. Females at the beach who wear only thongs, I find it very disgusting. Cover it up, Ladies!
I appreciate your thoughtful comment, Fran. As I noted in the article, I certainly wouldn't want women to be second-class citizens, as they were for far too long. My grandmother literally never left her pantry. A friend took her for a day trip to Baltimore one time, and my grandfather threw a fit. Women are free to do as they choose, as you did in deciding not to marry. But when so many decide not to have children, which is happening today with White females, then you face extinction. Great points- thanks!
If women want to stay home and cook and take care of the family, I'm all for it. Many women I know were in very abusive marriages. Some of what I heard was horrible. They were deathly afraid of their husbands. What you said is true and I am not a big fan of mixed marriages. Sorry, Ladies, but you're wiping out your race. I follow another older couple on YT and they say they don't give just 50% towards their marriage. They give 100% and don't base it off of what the other person is doing or not doing. To me, that sounds like a very good marriage. If I would have found someone worthy of spending the rest of my life with that I knew wasn't going to cheat or toss me around like a sack of potatoes, amongst other things, then I would have gotten married. Maybe it'll happen, and maybe it won't. I am not sitting here waiting for Prince Charming. So many people claim there is "someone for everyone". That is so totally false. I am truly happy for those that find a good man or good woman.
Since when were the women of Christendom Second Class? St Catherine of Sienna, Joan of Arc, Teresa of Avila- they could have wrestled Captain James Tiberius Kirk under the table, and then some. Maybe in Heaven there is a fantasy video of them spanking Donald Trump and Joe Biden. I would pay to see that.
Meanwhile, motherhood is the absolute finest of vocations, and half the duty of each generation- the other half is seeing those who came before them safely home past those pearly gates.
In my youth I recall the fiery old nuns who ran schools, hospitals, and orphanages. God help any namby pamby who crossed them. They told me to go out there and be a man, that the world needs men, not these sissified, enlightened "liberals".
Our Lady of Fatima showed Hell to St Sr Lucia and she said she would have died of fright- the only thing that saved her was the promise she would go to heaven.
If Our Lady of Fatima showed hell to any of these "tough women CEO's" or Hillary Clinton, they would melt like wax in an inferno.
Well, they couldn't vote, WW. Also, there husbands had pretty free reign to give them "what for," to quote The Andy Griffith Show. But they undeniably had many advantages, too. Not having to open your own door. Being idealized and placed on a pedestal. It wasn't a bad arrangement. Certainly preferable to the present mess. Thanks.
Yes, I have had to deal with women bosses and execs. What a laugh. I remember one in particular when I worked at the Steak House, Kathy Kilhenney. She would go around and berate my co-workers that they "were not following procedures". And then, poor her, she came around to me.
And she got it right between the eyes.
I asked her for the operations manual. She showed it to me.
So I asked her: "Flip to the page in the operations manual where it tells the procedure to follow when three employees call in ten minutes before they are supposed to show up and it is one hour before the doors open. Then flip to the part where three busloads of hungry basketball players show up ten minutes before closing. And then show me the part that tells you what to do when three pieces of vital equipment break but you have already used up the monthly repair budget."
"Have you ever stopped to consider, Mizzzzzzz... Kilhenney, that the operation manual was not originally chiseled in stone on Mt Sinai and handed to Moses, nor was it bequeathed to Apostolic Tradition, and it is not even an infallible declaration of a Roman Pontiff. Instead, it was written by the same men that gave us the glorious and unworkable seafood combo and who send us 40 cases of pumpkin pies for the Oktoberfeast which are still sitting in the freezer if you care to view the exhibit, with last years on top of this years."
"Our Lord Jesus Christ said the Pharisees could distinguish bread from stones and snakes from fish, but your corporate office could not distinguish grill plates from toaster ovens or fryer baskets from bus tubs. And thanks to that our two busiest Saturdays were nearly a disaster. One of the managers had to race 100 miles an hour down the Pennsylvania Turnpike to Plymouth Meeting to save the day."
"Maybe you should just sit back and observe and see why the Park City Store is number one in the region, and number seven overall. I know we're all a bunch of lunkheads and don't follow the book. But boy oh boy we do send our fair share to the corporate office so that you can sit there at your high fallutin' desk and berate us while you sip the best coffee in town."
"Last time your vice-president of operations thought he could cook, I had 21 refires in one hour, and six steaks we had to toss- we tossed more steaks that night than we do in a month- and my dog thanks you. So tonight during the rush you can have a crack at it. And I suppose the corporate office will be ordering cheaper coffee come easter..."
And that was the last Park City ever saw of Kathy Kilhenney, and this Wolf kept his job- until the place went under, because the Assholes in corporate... are eternal.
Bravo! Funny this witch's name was Kathy. I worked under an office manager with that name and she was Evil Incarnate! I have kept notes on the things she said and did to me which I just reviewed the other day. I couldn't believe some of the crap I put up with just to keep that paycheck. But we both lost our jobs due to the fact that the corporate office moved to Texas. I consider it a Blessing (God and his Angels always come thru in our darkest hours)! I was so stressed out I had to take meds to deal with that position. Believe me when I tell you I was within one inch of taking her outside and beating her to a pulp - I was that close. One time she stormed up to me blathering nonsense that was turning her psycho (whatever I did tripped her trigger), I told her I report to God, He's MY Boss! She stomped away. The pendulum always swings the other way. Thank you for sharing your experience!
I can sympathize with what you went through. Early in in life I decided that no amount of money or perks was worth being beholden to some idiot, and I also made the decision not to go into debt to pay for college. And very early in life I saw how my paternal grandmother was a worrywart. We traveled up the Pennsylvania turnpike to see her and the way she fretted you would have thought we were traveling by dogsled through the worst blizzard in 50 years, or flying over 500 miles of enemy territory. I made it a point I was not going to be like that. And so there have been 10 or so occasions where I had an abusive boss and after so much I would just tell them to take the job and shove it.
Looking back I can see that people like the one you describe were legion. It was like all their life they were just foaming at the mouth to get a position of authority so that they could abuse others, and make them cower in fear. And meanwhile they are the biggest synchophants in town when their boss is around. It was a whole culture which died when the demand for low-paying jobs outstripped the employee pool in the '80's.
But in the more high-end jobs it persisted into the '90's.
The last total cosmic asshole I had to deal with was at a Perkin's in 2005 or so. I was just a humble dishwasher, but very good and was instantly recognized as such. Well, the head manager of the place was a megalomaniac idiot who had cameras all over the place, especially on the cooks line. Meanwhile, there was this other dishwasher, Gus, who was somewhat of a load but also the sort who was never going to get a really good job, being somewhat short in the brains department. Well, after working with him for about 3 weeks, I found that if you actually let Gus take a smoke and unwind for about ten minutes every two hours or so he worked diligently the rest of the time. And so I was sort of scheduling his "smokes".
Well, this megalomaniac idiot thought I was totally usurping his authority. Why, how dare I let Gus take "unauthorized" breaks. Well, on Mother's Day, the busiest day of the year, I was doing the dishes but he had Gus just doing busy work, like organizing shelves. And I am working busily, and successfully keeping up, but the cooks are complaining because they had to get their own plates, and I suggested that Gus could ferry plates to the cooks line and organize the silverware for the waitresses, but... no... I had no authority over Gus. So at that point, with the place on the verge of falling apart, I had it out with Dan.
And we're in the office, and I said if Gus is not put to useful work, I'm done. And this idiot shows me a stack of applications and says "I could find someone to replace you in ten minutes."
And I replied: "Good. Hope you have a real winner in there," And then left.
Two months later I ran into Gus, and he told me how that manager was now doing dishes about twice a week...
And people wonder why this country is going down the toilet.
LOL - what a great story! I worked for this large corporation in Milwaukee that made mining shovels. 15.5 yrs. I was there. Well, I transferred from A/P to Credit Dept, and what a huge mistake I made! The supervisor was another witch, the co-workers were mostly nasty as hell (and afraid of mgmt), and the manager over that entire group was a No. 1 A-hole! These customers didn't want to pay their bills, naturally, as they were thousands of dollars. So you had to be careful which ones you "pestered". We had to keep constant notes, and this was all by hand as the computer systems were not in place. (late 80s) At the end of the month, we had to write a summary report on what we did during the month. The first month I was there until 9pm (unpaid by the way) writing up something I barely knew what I was doing. I did end up getting written up, packs of lies, and like a dope, I signed it (I should have demanded a copy). The 2nd month, I just flat out REFUSED to stay late to get the report done. I already figured I was on a very short leash. Boss Man called me in the next day, told me I was fired, shoved two pages worth of crap in front of me telling me to sign it. I told him "I'm not signing a damn thing". So that was the end of my employment. I went across the hall and spoke with the 3 secretaries to the President of the company. They all knew me from way back. Not much they could do about it, but they did say I was "working for the cream of the crop", which they really meant I was in the worst department of the company. This was my very first full-time job and it was a real blow. I've never been fired before that.
I ended up working part-time for DAV, an organization like GoodWill where you sort thru clothes that are dropped off for charity. That supervisor was also a witch, but I was very careful. She watched everyone like a hawk, and for some reason, I felt she was really hawking me. Was there six months and ended up taking a job with the City of Milwaukee. I had the BEST bosses ever! Best benefits! Quit that job, like a dummy, after 5 years. I ended up moving to IL for a year because of a stupid man I met, thinking this was going to become a permanent relationship. Well, it didn't. So I moved back. Went thru multiple jobs, lost some due to companies downsizing or looking to improve my situation or income.
Now the company I work for deals with aeronautics. I have a pretty good boss, a MAN! Going on 10 yrs. now. I work from home part time as I am partially retired (since 2022). My younger sister has been there for 45 yrs, so that was my IN to the company. Some of these people are dumber than a box of rocks and the company is extremely slow to change, but overall, most people are pretty decent. Some of the engineers I work with are highly intelligent and I have asked them questions on things not related to work where I get the advice I need. My boss doesn't micromanage me or heckle me on anything. When he asks me to do something, its done. He was going to look for a partial replacement for me, but changed his mind. Now they don't typically give raises to part timers, but last years I fought like hell to get one and I did (no for an answer doesn't work for me). The same thing will happen this year and I will start with that game again in March. He's been good to me and I feel blessed, but I know by now how to play. If all the BS I've been thru hasn't taught me ANYTHING, then shame on me. Whatever it takes, I do it for ME!
One friend of mine has told me that I always land on my feet. Yes, that is true. But I believe in myself, am driven, pray to God for His Divine Intervention and leave it in His hands. I don't have much choice being alone to get things done. I consider myself a walking example of trusting in God no matter WHAT you are dealt with! Pray, ask for His help, be nice to people (if you can, or ones that deserve it-lol), and plan on tomorrow being a better day. Its all in Attitude, Wolf.
I've had other temporary jobs where the company absolutely HATED contractors and they've made my life a living hell. Got bounced out of a couple of them, but again, I ended up in a much better place. God always has a PLAN for you to get on a better road. You just have to LISTEN and PAY ATTENTION! One door may slam in your face, but another one opens and welcomes you in. The people with the strongest backbones and have the best advice are the ones, usually, who've gotten beat up and tossed around.
Thank you for sharing your experiences. I love hearing the traumas others go thru. It makes me feel not so alone. We all have to help each other with our struggles.
Fran, I appreciate both you and WW sharing your experiences here. You both reflect what the vast majority of American employees go through in the course of a working lifetime. Don't know if either of you have read it, but I think you'd both be able to relate to my book "Survival of the Richest." Thanks!
Thank you, Don. Is this book available on Amazon? If more people banded together like this, I think we can make at least our country a better place. We need to stop all the Madness! America is supposed to be a Beacon of the World. Its turning the opposite and I don't like it. Many of us don't sweat and give our blood for nothing. And I don't want my life to be in vain. Its not what God put me here for!
I can tell one more story. This is not about a bad boss, but rather a bad experience my first time away from home. I enrolled in Devry University in Columbus Ohio to learn electrical engineering. I was in this "Student Plan Apartment" with three other roommates. Well, these guys were Party Animals to the third power, and I was the odd man out. I could foresee in this environment no way was I going to get any serious studying done, let alone be able to relax. Moreover, one of the guys was into porn, and I do mean big time. I was afraid the place would become a Bordello.
And so, on a Sunday afternoon, I rented a UHaul Pickup Truck with the money I got from my enrollment refund. The guy said it was manual and asked if I could "drive stick", and I lied through my teeth and said yes. I had watched Speed Racer and so knew you had to depress the clutch and shift and you started out in first and progressed through the gears. I found out it was a lot easier watching Speed Racer do it than doing it yourself. That truck had the most sensitive clutch I ever knew. It caught all at once and you went lurching forward. After 10 minutes practicing in the truck stop parking lot, I drove to the apartment and loaded up my MoPed and clothes. Then I set out for the Interstate Highway.
Being a country boy, I was not used to big cities and traffic congestion. The onramp to the interstate was metered, and my heart was pounding as, one by one, the ten cars or so ahead of me entered the highway when the light turned green. Then it was my turn.
I started out in first after revving the engine well past the red line, and with spinning tires plunged into traffic. For the first time in my life, I was shifting in fourth gear and going over 50 miles in a manual, and this was in traffic on I-70 headed eastbound. But once I was in fourth it was just like driving an automatic for the next 200 miles. (Needless to say I was dreading having to slow down, let alone stop.)
It had taken us two days to drive out to Columbus, but I was now going to drive home overnight after not having slept for about 18 hours. It was quite the adventure, especially considering I only had about $20 for gas and food.
And when my dad woke up at five in the morning and saw me parked in the driveway, it took about 10 minutes to convince him he was not seeing an apparition.
Lol. Another good story, WW. I can relate. My first new car, a 1977 Toyota Celica liftback, was a 5 speed. I had never driven a stick shift, and was terrified I was going to wreck my new car on the way home. But it went pretty well, except when I was stopped at a light on a hill, and started to roll back. Luckily both me and the car survived unscathed. It was the top of the line for Toyotas at the time, so it's the probably the best car I ever owned. Thanks.
You're pretty gutsy, I'll give you that. I never learned how to drive manual. My father was such a hot head that I never wanted him to teach me how to drive, so I eventually went to a driving school. I witnessed how he yelled and screamed at my older siblings and I thought, No Way In Hell! This is why my two oldest brothers joined the military, to get out of the house and get that GI bill to go to college. My two older sisters moved to Ohio where my mother's family lived. Our house was a battlefield. I started saving Tupperware and such when I was in my early teens so the plan was in place. Moved out when I was 20 and never looked back. The rule was - If you live in this house, you'll follow the rules. I remember wearing curlers in Church on a Saturday night, then having friends pick me up from the house to go out and party like a rock star. Thats what young people did and do. I do remember once a friend and I were out all night, then we went to Church that next morning, early. We were still drunk and we sat there in Church and couldn't stop laughing. Yes, the good old days.
Basically, we can thank Pope Pius XII for the "Women's Lib" movement, most specifically his little know Encyclical "Sponsa Christi". A 33rd Degree Master Mason could not have done a better job destroying the traditional role model of women in society. Now, I know there were women politicians before Pius XII, like that gal who voted against the US going to war in WW1 and WW2- I cannot recall her name- but the pope really wanted women in "the game", so to speak. His writing lit a fire under the convents in the 1950's, producing the "Mod Nuns" of the 1960's, who spearheaded the "Women's Liberation" movement. It was not long before they joined forces with the communist labor unions and became a force to be reckoned with.
I was there, in the '70's, and watched our sissified and emasculated bishops just stand by and watch the nuns push everything from "gender inclusive" language, which ultimately wanted to characterize the Holy Ghost as "She". (I guess they forgot Our Lady is spouse of the Holy Ghost.) They also wanted, of course, women priests, which the slack-jawed Bishop Bernardin would sponsor at the notorious Land-O-Lakes conference in Wisconsin. (Even Pope Frantic would have been nervous there.) In TV Land, Ward Cleaver was replaced with Archie Bunker, and Alice was replaced with Blondie.
That, of course, led to the free fall in the television of the '80's with such shows as Dork and Mindie, Miami Mice, a bizillion Happy Day's spinoffs, The Star Trek Next Generation Bimbo Injection...
By the '90's, everything had hit rock bottom.
And people today wonder at the absolute annihilation of anything even remotely resembling Captain James Tiberius Kirk.
Our Lady of Fatima, pray for us. You are our only hope!
I remember when my father blew a rod when women were allowed to hand out the hosts. I didn't like it either and I don't like women deacons. In some ways, I am old fashioned. There were valuable lessons to be learned from The Beave and his family, important values that people let fly over their heads. Same goes for Bonanza, one of my favorite old shows. I wish Ben Cartwright was my father and those 3 guys my brothers. Ended up with the opposite. My family also blew their rods when nuns were allowed to dress like normal folks. Not sure how I feel about that, but my previous neighbor, who passed away two years ago, had a sister who is a nun. She wasn't the nicest person, believe me. We had our run-ins. Goes to show what I've said before, nuns are cruel, for the most part. If you want to be Christ-like, then ACT like it! Be an example for those you teach! If you feel frustrated, then get out of that lifestyle!
For most, that vow doesn't work. Afterall, we ARE humans and God didn't say we couldn't find a mate and procreate. Thats the Catholics. If someone wants be celibate with their lives, fine. It never made sense to me, I do not find it being normal. The Church has abused those vows to the hilt. I am still getting over the shock of Michael Voris. Thought he was such a pillar of the Catholics.
Yes, it goes against human nature. Whatever priests or nuns were genuinely celibate, my hat goes off to them. And I have to believe they were "called" by God, and nothing else. Thanks!
I don't think it is the vow of chastity that priests and nuns struggle with. I think it is a dire lack of good superiors. I saw it at the Dominican Cloister. Sr Claudia needed a good spanking- or some equivalent. I mean, seeing such pettiness in somebody almost three times my age (back then). Nothing takes the stuffing out of a good young postulant better than seeing the older nuns act like a bunch of pre-pubescents on the playground- duking it out for the high ground and the most turf. And on top of that, the politics is thicker than blood.
Even lay people need to learn that marriage is not a recreational activity, and that losing control of passions does not lead to satiation, but rather temptations and fetishes that go further and further afield.
The rich in particular get completely bored, and end up on Epstein's Island.
I had an Aunt who was a Nun. She left about 1975 or so. She went on to get married. Never had any children. She and her husband had a fairly large sailboat and we went for many outings in the summers of '76 and '77 with them at the Susquehanna Yacht club on Lakes Aldred and Clarke. My newfound uncle was teaching me to sail. I remember one warm summer evening in particular when my parents were overseas and my aunt was watching us that week. (And, yes, she ran the house like a prison warden. I had to report every time I wanted to go to my friend Vince up the street, or to the convenience store. And this when I was fourteen years old and had a paper route.) She had to bright idea to go boating that evening. Uncle Ted said there was increasing static on the radio that indicated a squall was moving in. (Uncle Ted could predict the weather just by listening to the static on the 1280 band. He cursed the day radio went from analog to digital.) My aunt would hear none of it, and we set out. We made it to the river just in time for a MASSIVE squall to overtake us as we were crossing the old Columbia Bridge. It was the most miserable hour of my life. The car was packed with 6 sweaty bodies, the temperature must have been 100, and we could not get a breath of fresh air because the rain was coming down in buckets and to open a window, even a crack, was to get instantly soaked. Finally, I opened the door and got out, over the protestations of my aunt, into the soaking rain. She was afraid I was going to go over the side and into the river but I was just in the middle of the road cooling off. She said I could not get back inside because I was soaked so I walked back into town and dripped dry at a cafe while sipping coke. But it was worth it because to this day all I have to do is look at her and say, "Let's go Sailing" every time we have a disagreement. It instantly puts the kabosh on any argument.
But as I was saying, she was a nun, and was frustrated because the Church wanted to be liberal, and she wanted to be liberal, but the rule wanted her to be nun.
Yes, I remember Sr Adrian. I think I wrote elsewhere about, no matter how hard I tried, my handwriting never met her approval. In retrospect, maybe she was trying to give me a complex.
But I had some good nuns too, like Sr Constance, and Sr Miriam. But nobody crossed swords with Sr Michelena. She would have stopped Darth Vader dead in his tracks.
That is absolutely hilarious! Lets Go Sailing! Glad you stood up to her - KUDOS! You'd be what my mother called me - Rebellious! Maybe there were some good nuns out there; I never remember any of them. As I stated many times, I hated that Catholic School with their crazy Nazi type of rules.
One nun gave me a good slap on the back in 4th grade because I was reading a paperback book over my text book during class. Ok, that was my fault; I loved to read. But the next year when I was in 5th grade -- me and my siblings would work in the kitchen doing dishes for the hot lunches so we'd get a free meal (my parents were good members of that church). Yes, they had good food back then. I was working in the cafeteria one particular day cleaning up the tables and same nun told me to pick something up off the floor. I told her NO, and walked away. Hated that witch. If she would have laid one hand on me, I would definitely have gone Gonzo on her, and would have been expelled plus got a beating at home, but she didn't say a word, didn't report me, didn't touch me. I think she flipping KNEW. The principal was Sr. Diomeda. She put the fear of God in us, she was so Nasty, a real punk. We called her Sister Diarrhea. LOL There were regular lay teachers in that school, but I think the only really good teacher I had was in 3rd grade. I cannot remember her name, but she wasn't a nun.
Actually, I was never rebellious. Of my mother's four sons, I was the one who always towed the line, and who always kept the peace when conflict arose. In the car I always got the hump seat. I did the dishes when ma was tired. I always took the least desirable plastic animal, and so on. I took out the trash when my brother did not want to do it. I mowed the lawn every week. In return, all I wanted was to be at peace, watch Star Trek after dinner, and dream of going out west when I got older.
I would never dream of defying a teacher or anybody else at school. Yes, our school too was a Prussian regimented nightmare but I was an outcast and the teachers probably thought I would end up mopping floors for a living. I just did not get their attention most of the time. I was also scared of everything- balloons popping, loud noises- when the neighbors' tree got cut down, it was like we were being bombed- I spent all day in the basement. I used to have a tremendous fear of heights- just could not get on a ladder.
It was at the Steak House I gradually overcame all my fears, my shyness, and emerged a leader.
Saving the world is a dirty and thankless job, but somebody has got to do it.
I was pretty shy and quiet in school, believe it or not, but this was not the same community we were living in, so there was always a hate relationship from one city/village to another back then. I would rebel when pushed too far, otherwise I would sit there and take the crap (not so nowadays). I was a daring little brat, I guess. When the bees would transfer from one tree to another, I would stand in the middle of the swarm with all of them swirling around me, daring them to bite. Little did I know they don't do that when the Queen is moving her nest. There were 9 of us kids and we fought a lot. I climbed trees like a monkey and would roam the back woods by myself. There was no fear of being abducted back then. We lived right down the road from the House of Correction where there was no razor wire or anything to keep the prisoners in. They would work the fields and sometimes, escape. My younger sister and I would ride people's horses in the back fields with just a rope, one would lead while the other rode. I remember boosting her up on one horse and that nag took chunk out of my butt. My mother asked me where I got the big bruise from and I told her I fell. LOL I loved country life. Peaceful, loved hearing the birds sing, the fresh air. We'd go skating or walking on the nearby creek and I'd fall thru the ice. My feet would be frozen but oh well. We just kept keeping on. A tree fort one of my brothers built in the big oak tree and I'd be climbing up there all the time. We also had a huge tire swing and I'd be flying as high as I could. It was fun stuff.
I also loved spying on the neighbors at night. Walking past their windows while they were sitting there watching TV, I was quieter than a mouse. Even their dog didn't hear me. I wanted to work for the CIA (LOL).
Every one of you, including the author, have mistaken these events as organic when in fact, these are actual operations, this is called societal warfare. This is literally a time of
Declared war and National emergency, here in america. As per the ICD-10 manual, the supposed gender War is weaponized Munchausen by proxy syndrome. Mao Tse Tung's, Chief of psychological warfare, Lin Biao, CCP, used this Warfare tactic against their own citizenry, from 1965 to 1975. Not only were your mentioned movements not organic they were, and still are, totally contrived and manipulated by the CIA from within America.
You're supposed organic hippie music and movement of the 60's, Leary/Manson, (MKULTRA) were also absolutely contrived by the CIA out of Laurel canyon, CA. The actual pillars, the structure of your life that you live this very second are absolutely contrived, canned and weaponized. Make no mistake about it, the lawful American citizenry of today have been labeled and tagged as the enemy. If you truly enjoy uncovering outlandish otherworldly lies;
exposing the falsehoods, research nasa.
Americans no longer have the capacity nor the sophistication to see that they have become the product of societal warfare. Their inability to see the current tactics and subterfuge used against them, is actually their definitive undoing.
The KHAZARIAN Mafiosi, whom are in reality making and breaking internal policy today's AGENCIES dance for, are still winning.
I certainly agree with most of your article, but being very young during the Women's Lib movement, I can only say how happy I was that it came about. I did not want to get married and have children and be a "house wife" like it was expected of me. Why? Why did I have to follow that set of programming? I felt marriage was a trap. If a man and woman want to be married and raise a family, I am all for that. Men should be allowed to be men and the same goes for women. If a man wants to work to bring home the bacon and women be stay at home moms, I am fine with that. I don't think women should be cops, they can't handle the job, unless its behind a desk. They don't have the physical strength for it, same applies to working for a fire dept. Most women are bitches when it comes to being a CEO, or even a manager. I've run across so many of them who were Pure Evil. They got a little power in their pinky and thought they were God, and boy oh boy, did they let you know! I much rather work for a man. For myself, I don't look at myself as a female, thats secondary to being a Human. Me and my sisters didn't grow up in a household that showed a lot of love, only that we should graduate high school and look for a husband. You know, follow what your parents did and their parents and etc. Women do have a right to choose, but most have gone Way Over The Edge. I don't respect them at that point. No need to act like the female Black Widow spider. Its too bad men think so little of women, especially here in America. This is why they choose those from other countries, a woman who is more subservient. I live alone, so I have to have a pair of cajones or I will be taken advantage of and being seen as "weak". It swings both ways, Don. When men stand up for themselves, they are congratulated. When women do, they're called bitches. Go figure. Nudity can go, it needs to be eliminated from books, magazines, and movies. Females at the beach who wear only thongs, I find it very disgusting. Cover it up, Ladies!
I appreciate your thoughtful comment, Fran. As I noted in the article, I certainly wouldn't want women to be second-class citizens, as they were for far too long. My grandmother literally never left her pantry. A friend took her for a day trip to Baltimore one time, and my grandfather threw a fit. Women are free to do as they choose, as you did in deciding not to marry. But when so many decide not to have children, which is happening today with White females, then you face extinction. Great points- thanks!
If women want to stay home and cook and take care of the family, I'm all for it. Many women I know were in very abusive marriages. Some of what I heard was horrible. They were deathly afraid of their husbands. What you said is true and I am not a big fan of mixed marriages. Sorry, Ladies, but you're wiping out your race. I follow another older couple on YT and they say they don't give just 50% towards their marriage. They give 100% and don't base it off of what the other person is doing or not doing. To me, that sounds like a very good marriage. If I would have found someone worthy of spending the rest of my life with that I knew wasn't going to cheat or toss me around like a sack of potatoes, amongst other things, then I would have gotten married. Maybe it'll happen, and maybe it won't. I am not sitting here waiting for Prince Charming. So many people claim there is "someone for everyone". That is so totally false. I am truly happy for those that find a good man or good woman.
Since when were the women of Christendom Second Class? St Catherine of Sienna, Joan of Arc, Teresa of Avila- they could have wrestled Captain James Tiberius Kirk under the table, and then some. Maybe in Heaven there is a fantasy video of them spanking Donald Trump and Joe Biden. I would pay to see that.
Meanwhile, motherhood is the absolute finest of vocations, and half the duty of each generation- the other half is seeing those who came before them safely home past those pearly gates.
In my youth I recall the fiery old nuns who ran schools, hospitals, and orphanages. God help any namby pamby who crossed them. They told me to go out there and be a man, that the world needs men, not these sissified, enlightened "liberals".
Our Lady of Fatima showed Hell to St Sr Lucia and she said she would have died of fright- the only thing that saved her was the promise she would go to heaven.
If Our Lady of Fatima showed hell to any of these "tough women CEO's" or Hillary Clinton, they would melt like wax in an inferno.
Well, they couldn't vote, WW. Also, there husbands had pretty free reign to give them "what for," to quote The Andy Griffith Show. But they undeniably had many advantages, too. Not having to open your own door. Being idealized and placed on a pedestal. It wasn't a bad arrangement. Certainly preferable to the present mess. Thanks.
Yes, I have had to deal with women bosses and execs. What a laugh. I remember one in particular when I worked at the Steak House, Kathy Kilhenney. She would go around and berate my co-workers that they "were not following procedures". And then, poor her, she came around to me.
And she got it right between the eyes.
I asked her for the operations manual. She showed it to me.
So I asked her: "Flip to the page in the operations manual where it tells the procedure to follow when three employees call in ten minutes before they are supposed to show up and it is one hour before the doors open. Then flip to the part where three busloads of hungry basketball players show up ten minutes before closing. And then show me the part that tells you what to do when three pieces of vital equipment break but you have already used up the monthly repair budget."
"Have you ever stopped to consider, Mizzzzzzz... Kilhenney, that the operation manual was not originally chiseled in stone on Mt Sinai and handed to Moses, nor was it bequeathed to Apostolic Tradition, and it is not even an infallible declaration of a Roman Pontiff. Instead, it was written by the same men that gave us the glorious and unworkable seafood combo and who send us 40 cases of pumpkin pies for the Oktoberfeast which are still sitting in the freezer if you care to view the exhibit, with last years on top of this years."
"Our Lord Jesus Christ said the Pharisees could distinguish bread from stones and snakes from fish, but your corporate office could not distinguish grill plates from toaster ovens or fryer baskets from bus tubs. And thanks to that our two busiest Saturdays were nearly a disaster. One of the managers had to race 100 miles an hour down the Pennsylvania Turnpike to Plymouth Meeting to save the day."
"Maybe you should just sit back and observe and see why the Park City Store is number one in the region, and number seven overall. I know we're all a bunch of lunkheads and don't follow the book. But boy oh boy we do send our fair share to the corporate office so that you can sit there at your high fallutin' desk and berate us while you sip the best coffee in town."
"Last time your vice-president of operations thought he could cook, I had 21 refires in one hour, and six steaks we had to toss- we tossed more steaks that night than we do in a month- and my dog thanks you. So tonight during the rush you can have a crack at it. And I suppose the corporate office will be ordering cheaper coffee come easter..."
And that was the last Park City ever saw of Kathy Kilhenney, and this Wolf kept his job- until the place went under, because the Assholes in corporate... are eternal.
Bravo! Funny this witch's name was Kathy. I worked under an office manager with that name and she was Evil Incarnate! I have kept notes on the things she said and did to me which I just reviewed the other day. I couldn't believe some of the crap I put up with just to keep that paycheck. But we both lost our jobs due to the fact that the corporate office moved to Texas. I consider it a Blessing (God and his Angels always come thru in our darkest hours)! I was so stressed out I had to take meds to deal with that position. Believe me when I tell you I was within one inch of taking her outside and beating her to a pulp - I was that close. One time she stormed up to me blathering nonsense that was turning her psycho (whatever I did tripped her trigger), I told her I report to God, He's MY Boss! She stomped away. The pendulum always swings the other way. Thank you for sharing your experience!
I can sympathize with what you went through. Early in in life I decided that no amount of money or perks was worth being beholden to some idiot, and I also made the decision not to go into debt to pay for college. And very early in life I saw how my paternal grandmother was a worrywart. We traveled up the Pennsylvania turnpike to see her and the way she fretted you would have thought we were traveling by dogsled through the worst blizzard in 50 years, or flying over 500 miles of enemy territory. I made it a point I was not going to be like that. And so there have been 10 or so occasions where I had an abusive boss and after so much I would just tell them to take the job and shove it.
Looking back I can see that people like the one you describe were legion. It was like all their life they were just foaming at the mouth to get a position of authority so that they could abuse others, and make them cower in fear. And meanwhile they are the biggest synchophants in town when their boss is around. It was a whole culture which died when the demand for low-paying jobs outstripped the employee pool in the '80's.
But in the more high-end jobs it persisted into the '90's.
The last total cosmic asshole I had to deal with was at a Perkin's in 2005 or so. I was just a humble dishwasher, but very good and was instantly recognized as such. Well, the head manager of the place was a megalomaniac idiot who had cameras all over the place, especially on the cooks line. Meanwhile, there was this other dishwasher, Gus, who was somewhat of a load but also the sort who was never going to get a really good job, being somewhat short in the brains department. Well, after working with him for about 3 weeks, I found that if you actually let Gus take a smoke and unwind for about ten minutes every two hours or so he worked diligently the rest of the time. And so I was sort of scheduling his "smokes".
Well, this megalomaniac idiot thought I was totally usurping his authority. Why, how dare I let Gus take "unauthorized" breaks. Well, on Mother's Day, the busiest day of the year, I was doing the dishes but he had Gus just doing busy work, like organizing shelves. And I am working busily, and successfully keeping up, but the cooks are complaining because they had to get their own plates, and I suggested that Gus could ferry plates to the cooks line and organize the silverware for the waitresses, but... no... I had no authority over Gus. So at that point, with the place on the verge of falling apart, I had it out with Dan.
And we're in the office, and I said if Gus is not put to useful work, I'm done. And this idiot shows me a stack of applications and says "I could find someone to replace you in ten minutes."
And I replied: "Good. Hope you have a real winner in there," And then left.
Two months later I ran into Gus, and he told me how that manager was now doing dishes about twice a week...
And people wonder why this country is going down the toilet.
LOL - what a great story! I worked for this large corporation in Milwaukee that made mining shovels. 15.5 yrs. I was there. Well, I transferred from A/P to Credit Dept, and what a huge mistake I made! The supervisor was another witch, the co-workers were mostly nasty as hell (and afraid of mgmt), and the manager over that entire group was a No. 1 A-hole! These customers didn't want to pay their bills, naturally, as they were thousands of dollars. So you had to be careful which ones you "pestered". We had to keep constant notes, and this was all by hand as the computer systems were not in place. (late 80s) At the end of the month, we had to write a summary report on what we did during the month. The first month I was there until 9pm (unpaid by the way) writing up something I barely knew what I was doing. I did end up getting written up, packs of lies, and like a dope, I signed it (I should have demanded a copy). The 2nd month, I just flat out REFUSED to stay late to get the report done. I already figured I was on a very short leash. Boss Man called me in the next day, told me I was fired, shoved two pages worth of crap in front of me telling me to sign it. I told him "I'm not signing a damn thing". So that was the end of my employment. I went across the hall and spoke with the 3 secretaries to the President of the company. They all knew me from way back. Not much they could do about it, but they did say I was "working for the cream of the crop", which they really meant I was in the worst department of the company. This was my very first full-time job and it was a real blow. I've never been fired before that.
I ended up working part-time for DAV, an organization like GoodWill where you sort thru clothes that are dropped off for charity. That supervisor was also a witch, but I was very careful. She watched everyone like a hawk, and for some reason, I felt she was really hawking me. Was there six months and ended up taking a job with the City of Milwaukee. I had the BEST bosses ever! Best benefits! Quit that job, like a dummy, after 5 years. I ended up moving to IL for a year because of a stupid man I met, thinking this was going to become a permanent relationship. Well, it didn't. So I moved back. Went thru multiple jobs, lost some due to companies downsizing or looking to improve my situation or income.
Now the company I work for deals with aeronautics. I have a pretty good boss, a MAN! Going on 10 yrs. now. I work from home part time as I am partially retired (since 2022). My younger sister has been there for 45 yrs, so that was my IN to the company. Some of these people are dumber than a box of rocks and the company is extremely slow to change, but overall, most people are pretty decent. Some of the engineers I work with are highly intelligent and I have asked them questions on things not related to work where I get the advice I need. My boss doesn't micromanage me or heckle me on anything. When he asks me to do something, its done. He was going to look for a partial replacement for me, but changed his mind. Now they don't typically give raises to part timers, but last years I fought like hell to get one and I did (no for an answer doesn't work for me). The same thing will happen this year and I will start with that game again in March. He's been good to me and I feel blessed, but I know by now how to play. If all the BS I've been thru hasn't taught me ANYTHING, then shame on me. Whatever it takes, I do it for ME!
One friend of mine has told me that I always land on my feet. Yes, that is true. But I believe in myself, am driven, pray to God for His Divine Intervention and leave it in His hands. I don't have much choice being alone to get things done. I consider myself a walking example of trusting in God no matter WHAT you are dealt with! Pray, ask for His help, be nice to people (if you can, or ones that deserve it-lol), and plan on tomorrow being a better day. Its all in Attitude, Wolf.
I've had other temporary jobs where the company absolutely HATED contractors and they've made my life a living hell. Got bounced out of a couple of them, but again, I ended up in a much better place. God always has a PLAN for you to get on a better road. You just have to LISTEN and PAY ATTENTION! One door may slam in your face, but another one opens and welcomes you in. The people with the strongest backbones and have the best advice are the ones, usually, who've gotten beat up and tossed around.
Thank you for sharing your experiences. I love hearing the traumas others go thru. It makes me feel not so alone. We all have to help each other with our struggles.
Fran, I appreciate both you and WW sharing your experiences here. You both reflect what the vast majority of American employees go through in the course of a working lifetime. Don't know if either of you have read it, but I think you'd both be able to relate to my book "Survival of the Richest." Thanks!
Thank you, Don. Is this book available on Amazon? If more people banded together like this, I think we can make at least our country a better place. We need to stop all the Madness! America is supposed to be a Beacon of the World. Its turning the opposite and I don't like it. Many of us don't sweat and give our blood for nothing. And I don't want my life to be in vain. Its not what God put me here for!
I can tell one more story. This is not about a bad boss, but rather a bad experience my first time away from home. I enrolled in Devry University in Columbus Ohio to learn electrical engineering. I was in this "Student Plan Apartment" with three other roommates. Well, these guys were Party Animals to the third power, and I was the odd man out. I could foresee in this environment no way was I going to get any serious studying done, let alone be able to relax. Moreover, one of the guys was into porn, and I do mean big time. I was afraid the place would become a Bordello.
And so, on a Sunday afternoon, I rented a UHaul Pickup Truck with the money I got from my enrollment refund. The guy said it was manual and asked if I could "drive stick", and I lied through my teeth and said yes. I had watched Speed Racer and so knew you had to depress the clutch and shift and you started out in first and progressed through the gears. I found out it was a lot easier watching Speed Racer do it than doing it yourself. That truck had the most sensitive clutch I ever knew. It caught all at once and you went lurching forward. After 10 minutes practicing in the truck stop parking lot, I drove to the apartment and loaded up my MoPed and clothes. Then I set out for the Interstate Highway.
Being a country boy, I was not used to big cities and traffic congestion. The onramp to the interstate was metered, and my heart was pounding as, one by one, the ten cars or so ahead of me entered the highway when the light turned green. Then it was my turn.
I started out in first after revving the engine well past the red line, and with spinning tires plunged into traffic. For the first time in my life, I was shifting in fourth gear and going over 50 miles in a manual, and this was in traffic on I-70 headed eastbound. But once I was in fourth it was just like driving an automatic for the next 200 miles. (Needless to say I was dreading having to slow down, let alone stop.)
It had taken us two days to drive out to Columbus, but I was now going to drive home overnight after not having slept for about 18 hours. It was quite the adventure, especially considering I only had about $20 for gas and food.
And when my dad woke up at five in the morning and saw me parked in the driveway, it took about 10 minutes to convince him he was not seeing an apparition.
Lol. Another good story, WW. I can relate. My first new car, a 1977 Toyota Celica liftback, was a 5 speed. I had never driven a stick shift, and was terrified I was going to wreck my new car on the way home. But it went pretty well, except when I was stopped at a light on a hill, and started to roll back. Luckily both me and the car survived unscathed. It was the top of the line for Toyotas at the time, so it's the probably the best car I ever owned. Thanks.
You're pretty gutsy, I'll give you that. I never learned how to drive manual. My father was such a hot head that I never wanted him to teach me how to drive, so I eventually went to a driving school. I witnessed how he yelled and screamed at my older siblings and I thought, No Way In Hell! This is why my two oldest brothers joined the military, to get out of the house and get that GI bill to go to college. My two older sisters moved to Ohio where my mother's family lived. Our house was a battlefield. I started saving Tupperware and such when I was in my early teens so the plan was in place. Moved out when I was 20 and never looked back. The rule was - If you live in this house, you'll follow the rules. I remember wearing curlers in Church on a Saturday night, then having friends pick me up from the house to go out and party like a rock star. Thats what young people did and do. I do remember once a friend and I were out all night, then we went to Church that next morning, early. We were still drunk and we sat there in Church and couldn't stop laughing. Yes, the good old days.
Basically, we can thank Pope Pius XII for the "Women's Lib" movement, most specifically his little know Encyclical "Sponsa Christi". A 33rd Degree Master Mason could not have done a better job destroying the traditional role model of women in society. Now, I know there were women politicians before Pius XII, like that gal who voted against the US going to war in WW1 and WW2- I cannot recall her name- but the pope really wanted women in "the game", so to speak. His writing lit a fire under the convents in the 1950's, producing the "Mod Nuns" of the 1960's, who spearheaded the "Women's Liberation" movement. It was not long before they joined forces with the communist labor unions and became a force to be reckoned with.
I was there, in the '70's, and watched our sissified and emasculated bishops just stand by and watch the nuns push everything from "gender inclusive" language, which ultimately wanted to characterize the Holy Ghost as "She". (I guess they forgot Our Lady is spouse of the Holy Ghost.) They also wanted, of course, women priests, which the slack-jawed Bishop Bernardin would sponsor at the notorious Land-O-Lakes conference in Wisconsin. (Even Pope Frantic would have been nervous there.) In TV Land, Ward Cleaver was replaced with Archie Bunker, and Alice was replaced with Blondie.
That, of course, led to the free fall in the television of the '80's with such shows as Dork and Mindie, Miami Mice, a bizillion Happy Day's spinoffs, The Star Trek Next Generation Bimbo Injection...
By the '90's, everything had hit rock bottom.
And people today wonder at the absolute annihilation of anything even remotely resembling Captain James Tiberius Kirk.
Our Lady of Fatima, pray for us. You are our only hope!
I remember when my father blew a rod when women were allowed to hand out the hosts. I didn't like it either and I don't like women deacons. In some ways, I am old fashioned. There were valuable lessons to be learned from The Beave and his family, important values that people let fly over their heads. Same goes for Bonanza, one of my favorite old shows. I wish Ben Cartwright was my father and those 3 guys my brothers. Ended up with the opposite. My family also blew their rods when nuns were allowed to dress like normal folks. Not sure how I feel about that, but my previous neighbor, who passed away two years ago, had a sister who is a nun. She wasn't the nicest person, believe me. We had our run-ins. Goes to show what I've said before, nuns are cruel, for the most part. If you want to be Christ-like, then ACT like it! Be an example for those you teach! If you feel frustrated, then get out of that lifestyle!
I really think the vow of chastity has a lot to do with that attitude, Fran, which is all too prevalent among nuns and priests. Thanks!
For most, that vow doesn't work. Afterall, we ARE humans and God didn't say we couldn't find a mate and procreate. Thats the Catholics. If someone wants be celibate with their lives, fine. It never made sense to me, I do not find it being normal. The Church has abused those vows to the hilt. I am still getting over the shock of Michael Voris. Thought he was such a pillar of the Catholics.
Yes, it goes against human nature. Whatever priests or nuns were genuinely celibate, my hat goes off to them. And I have to believe they were "called" by God, and nothing else. Thanks!
I don't think it is the vow of chastity that priests and nuns struggle with. I think it is a dire lack of good superiors. I saw it at the Dominican Cloister. Sr Claudia needed a good spanking- or some equivalent. I mean, seeing such pettiness in somebody almost three times my age (back then). Nothing takes the stuffing out of a good young postulant better than seeing the older nuns act like a bunch of pre-pubescents on the playground- duking it out for the high ground and the most turf. And on top of that, the politics is thicker than blood.
Even lay people need to learn that marriage is not a recreational activity, and that losing control of passions does not lead to satiation, but rather temptations and fetishes that go further and further afield.
The rich in particular get completely bored, and end up on Epstein's Island.
I had an Aunt who was a Nun. She left about 1975 or so. She went on to get married. Never had any children. She and her husband had a fairly large sailboat and we went for many outings in the summers of '76 and '77 with them at the Susquehanna Yacht club on Lakes Aldred and Clarke. My newfound uncle was teaching me to sail. I remember one warm summer evening in particular when my parents were overseas and my aunt was watching us that week. (And, yes, she ran the house like a prison warden. I had to report every time I wanted to go to my friend Vince up the street, or to the convenience store. And this when I was fourteen years old and had a paper route.) She had to bright idea to go boating that evening. Uncle Ted said there was increasing static on the radio that indicated a squall was moving in. (Uncle Ted could predict the weather just by listening to the static on the 1280 band. He cursed the day radio went from analog to digital.) My aunt would hear none of it, and we set out. We made it to the river just in time for a MASSIVE squall to overtake us as we were crossing the old Columbia Bridge. It was the most miserable hour of my life. The car was packed with 6 sweaty bodies, the temperature must have been 100, and we could not get a breath of fresh air because the rain was coming down in buckets and to open a window, even a crack, was to get instantly soaked. Finally, I opened the door and got out, over the protestations of my aunt, into the soaking rain. She was afraid I was going to go over the side and into the river but I was just in the middle of the road cooling off. She said I could not get back inside because I was soaked so I walked back into town and dripped dry at a cafe while sipping coke. But it was worth it because to this day all I have to do is look at her and say, "Let's go Sailing" every time we have a disagreement. It instantly puts the kabosh on any argument.
But as I was saying, she was a nun, and was frustrated because the Church wanted to be liberal, and she wanted to be liberal, but the rule wanted her to be nun.
Yes, I remember Sr Adrian. I think I wrote elsewhere about, no matter how hard I tried, my handwriting never met her approval. In retrospect, maybe she was trying to give me a complex.
But I had some good nuns too, like Sr Constance, and Sr Miriam. But nobody crossed swords with Sr Michelena. She would have stopped Darth Vader dead in his tracks.
That is absolutely hilarious! Lets Go Sailing! Glad you stood up to her - KUDOS! You'd be what my mother called me - Rebellious! Maybe there were some good nuns out there; I never remember any of them. As I stated many times, I hated that Catholic School with their crazy Nazi type of rules.
One nun gave me a good slap on the back in 4th grade because I was reading a paperback book over my text book during class. Ok, that was my fault; I loved to read. But the next year when I was in 5th grade -- me and my siblings would work in the kitchen doing dishes for the hot lunches so we'd get a free meal (my parents were good members of that church). Yes, they had good food back then. I was working in the cafeteria one particular day cleaning up the tables and same nun told me to pick something up off the floor. I told her NO, and walked away. Hated that witch. If she would have laid one hand on me, I would definitely have gone Gonzo on her, and would have been expelled plus got a beating at home, but she didn't say a word, didn't report me, didn't touch me. I think she flipping KNEW. The principal was Sr. Diomeda. She put the fear of God in us, she was so Nasty, a real punk. We called her Sister Diarrhea. LOL There were regular lay teachers in that school, but I think the only really good teacher I had was in 3rd grade. I cannot remember her name, but she wasn't a nun.
Actually, I was never rebellious. Of my mother's four sons, I was the one who always towed the line, and who always kept the peace when conflict arose. In the car I always got the hump seat. I did the dishes when ma was tired. I always took the least desirable plastic animal, and so on. I took out the trash when my brother did not want to do it. I mowed the lawn every week. In return, all I wanted was to be at peace, watch Star Trek after dinner, and dream of going out west when I got older.
I would never dream of defying a teacher or anybody else at school. Yes, our school too was a Prussian regimented nightmare but I was an outcast and the teachers probably thought I would end up mopping floors for a living. I just did not get their attention most of the time. I was also scared of everything- balloons popping, loud noises- when the neighbors' tree got cut down, it was like we were being bombed- I spent all day in the basement. I used to have a tremendous fear of heights- just could not get on a ladder.
It was at the Steak House I gradually overcame all my fears, my shyness, and emerged a leader.
Saving the world is a dirty and thankless job, but somebody has got to do it.
I was pretty shy and quiet in school, believe it or not, but this was not the same community we were living in, so there was always a hate relationship from one city/village to another back then. I would rebel when pushed too far, otherwise I would sit there and take the crap (not so nowadays). I was a daring little brat, I guess. When the bees would transfer from one tree to another, I would stand in the middle of the swarm with all of them swirling around me, daring them to bite. Little did I know they don't do that when the Queen is moving her nest. There were 9 of us kids and we fought a lot. I climbed trees like a monkey and would roam the back woods by myself. There was no fear of being abducted back then. We lived right down the road from the House of Correction where there was no razor wire or anything to keep the prisoners in. They would work the fields and sometimes, escape. My younger sister and I would ride people's horses in the back fields with just a rope, one would lead while the other rode. I remember boosting her up on one horse and that nag took chunk out of my butt. My mother asked me where I got the big bruise from and I told her I fell. LOL I loved country life. Peaceful, loved hearing the birds sing, the fresh air. We'd go skating or walking on the nearby creek and I'd fall thru the ice. My feet would be frozen but oh well. We just kept keeping on. A tree fort one of my brothers built in the big oak tree and I'd be climbing up there all the time. We also had a huge tire swing and I'd be flying as high as I could. It was fun stuff.
You have some great stories, too, Fran! You should start a Substack. Thanks.
I also loved spying on the neighbors at night. Walking past their windows while they were sitting there watching TV, I was quieter than a mouse. Even their dog didn't hear me. I wanted to work for the CIA (LOL).
You have some great stories, WW!
You are thinking of the great antiwar activist Jeanette Rankin, WW. Thanks!
Every one of you, including the author, have mistaken these events as organic when in fact, these are actual operations, this is called societal warfare. This is literally a time of
Declared war and National emergency, here in america. As per the ICD-10 manual, the supposed gender War is weaponized Munchausen by proxy syndrome. Mao Tse Tung's, Chief of psychological warfare, Lin Biao, CCP, used this Warfare tactic against their own citizenry, from 1965 to 1975. Not only were your mentioned movements not organic they were, and still are, totally contrived and manipulated by the CIA from within America.
You're supposed organic hippie music and movement of the 60's, Leary/Manson, (MKULTRA) were also absolutely contrived by the CIA out of Laurel canyon, CA. The actual pillars, the structure of your life that you live this very second are absolutely contrived, canned and weaponized. Make no mistake about it, the lawful American citizenry of today have been labeled and tagged as the enemy. If you truly enjoy uncovering outlandish otherworldly lies;
exposing the falsehoods, research nasa.
Americans no longer have the capacity nor the sophistication to see that they have become the product of societal warfare. Their inability to see the current tactics and subterfuge used against them, is actually their definitive undoing.
The KHAZARIAN Mafiosi, whom are in reality making and breaking internal policy today's AGENCIES dance for, are still winning.
Glad we're on the same wavelength, Joseph. Thanks!