Powerful, seeing at 4:21, the spark of population to begin, 1809 -USA
I am all over the place coming off the commentary here, reactions hitting from all angles.
We've really as a nation screwed ourselves by " laziness" - American's who have been saturated by the commercialism, who live by this consumerism - take take take, buy buy buy, no redemption necessary. No giving back, no putting back into America, ... the majority born here and scream about Mexican's coming in, me speaking on who are farmers primarily.. these men a long line of farmers (they taught, lineage) who are being employed by global corps, Heinz a huge one backing, paying men who migrate from Mexico.
These men who farm, who are out there doing it, when the Shxt hits the fan, guess who is gonna be the greatest man that ever lived, forget where he came from, or how he got here.
My grandpa was many men. He first gen born America, 1907. He wasn't lazy a day in his life.
He learned English, he learned spoke Hungarian: inside his parents home. His father a tradesman. He was a plumber, electrician, carpenter. His mother was daughter of a long line of fruit tree farmers, she knew SOIL.
My grandpa went to school to become a Dentist. He passed out, he watching instruction, he quit that. He had skills galore. He could build anything out of wood. He with help of farmers sons built massive Barns. He made lamps, he wired them. He made lighting for businesses. He made tables and chairs for commercial use. He did this with Love.
He hands on was unstoppable. He was a craftsman. He learned how to make wine. He pickled
fermented vegetables for his family. He was a farmer, he and my grandma. They farmed Cherries, Peaches, Apples, Pears, they most infamous for " Strawberries" They had roadside stands that
people flocked to, from miles, there wasn't anywhere for these people to shop, near them.
My grandpa built my grandma a building and he said, It's yours. A General Store.
They did this together. My grandma too, first gen born, her parents came from Hungary 1870's.
She a University grad prior to marrying my grandpa, she knew " banking' she knew how to
run a business. She the daughter of immigrants who built their own Grocery Market, in Ohio.
She learned to be a butcher in her youth. She without brothers, she was able, she learned, she was good at it. She continued this skill, she to provide to the locals, Fresh Meat. What a concept.
They otherwise went without, or had to travel quite far, no promise the meat was fresh or available.
This was in the 1940's. My grandparents opened their store.
Prior too he/they developing their land, becoming a part of society, involved, My Grandpa was hired/employed by Henry Ford. The Henry. My grandpa was Henry Ford's HR Manager at the Rouge Steel Plant, Dearborn, Mi. He defected. It's a long story. I only know what I know.
What I do know, what he did share, was nutshell his nickname he gave Henry Ford
" Silver Tongue Devil" and this name wasn't' complimentary. Evil is as Evil Does.
This man at his core, he wasn't who many people think he is. He didn't' value life.
My grandpa was my greatest teacher. I followed him around like I was his shadow from
the day, I was able to hold my own. He was up at 4am, and outside by 5am. My grandma, 6am,
she early riser, she would make tea and toast, she'd say now wash up and come out to the store.
7am-7pm her store, she ran it. Seven Days a week, only one day did she close and this was
Thanksgiving, she would close at 2pm.
The store 20 yards door to door. I would work in the store, stock, cleaning, helping customers or I could be outside following my grandpa around. I chose him. I wasn't all that good ( yet) at chores, I was too small. The store shelves were always magnificently dusted at 2.5 feet -hah. Oh yes, the floor was dirt, hardened with water, sweeping, The front door almost always open, the lot where cars parked, gravel. Dirt was my friend. I loved it. I still love it. Being outdoors was the only way
I knew. 1971, my grandpa took his land, he had rolled it, turned it into the finest of grasses.
He used his Chicken House, which he had turned into his Wood Shop, he Split an office, to become his Golf Range Club House.
I of all worlds, farmland, the store, golf, grass, nature, labor outdoors, tractors, grease, oil, dirt, rocks, flowers, it's all of me, as it my mother and her parents, I was raised on John Deere. My grandparents showed me what the real world is. I am beyond grateful.
My grandparents loved what they did. They answered to no one. They built a life worth living and sharing with others. They made their money work for them. Debt wasn't of their life. They didn't buy into the commercialism. If anything was needed, my grandpa would build it. Food they grew it.
The only time my grandpa went into town was for the Dairy. He had his own gas pump.
I could go on and on. The world today, the people today.. Obama's you didn't build that speech
my brain halts, blood shoots out my ears, my grandpa, my grandma did BUILD that, without the government, without debt,...They did everything with Integrity, with Love, without ulterior motives.
ugh... all the swill of Trump ( inauguration pending) right now is getting to me, times ahead I am taking the clean slate approach, I will not be reduced by what is being said, or spewed 24/7 by everyone right now. It's nearly 90% propaganda.
The way this is being twirled, spun, it's poking me, others too - Assassination plots
this seems to be at every turn, either by innuendo, or straight up said outloud.
This I do not like, I leave it where it lays.
React when and if something does occur. The idiot population of the US this
would be their wet dream, I ask then what? if Trump were to be taken out, Pense to be sworn
in - The People think they will have negotiation power, as Pense to them is a simp?
The President is to Serve US by Representation, as are the appointed members.
if they realized WE do not OBEY ' The President' - Obama's Legacy was he was Head N in Charge of the Plantation, I mean what I say, no racial intent is there, it's the mindset of the
He pushed the agenda he was told to push (he had his own works tossed in), he got in, he got his, he did nothing to raise up our nation. He is a buffoon in a cheap suit. Feet up on the Oval Office Desk, picking his teeth,.tossing wads of paper into the trashcan like a 10 yr old unchecked. this is him.
What an activist, he a liar to his own self, he a thief in the night. He a button pusher, drone baby drone, he riding on Slick Willie's coattails.. He a disgrace to humanity. He and his husband, are an embarrassment.
Trump, what are my expectations of him? I haven't any. Keep it grounded. This way
no matter what happens, the positive is, it can BE Better. You can't fall from the floor, me
on what I expect from him. It's all haberdashery anyway for the first 6 months. Many HATS
to be tested.
We all have what we consider our Normal, what our expectations are, makes us or breaks us.
I think we can all learn to grow something, we to lead by example, instead of buying unnecessary
crap, invest in your health, your mind, our children have very few leaders present day.
All children want structure, love and acceptance, we a nation that can't afford this, the masses are so beyond emotionally bankrupt, it's the truth. Square One " give and you shall receive" goes a long way.