Three Days in January ’18

So the Government Shutdown came to an abrupt stop a little after mid day today. It was a surprise to almost everyone (especially the liberals). No one had expected Chuck Schumer to throw in the towel so quickly after so much posturing and preaching prior to the Friday vote.

Pelosi hemmed and thawed and postured and preened at the podium until one and all were well and truly sick and tired of looking at her and listening to her say the same old thing. She spouted her oft repeated words about the bad, bad Republicans and the perfect and wonderful Democrats. She repeated the same tired words with as much feeling as the  pinched look on her face. We have seen it before;we are not impressed.

Chuck Schumer took the podium and began with his disappointment in the President and his lack of participation in the planned groveling that should have taken place once the shutdown was a fact. Nothing seemed to be going as planned. Schumer went over the past week in his mind and relived the brilliant plan he had executed. He had told POTUS in no uncertain terms how this was going down. The Dems wanted DACA and that was how it would be. All or nothing. And suddenly, there was a government shutdown and he was walking out with a big smile on his face. What had just happened?

From that moment on, nothing was as it should have been. The news did report that the shutdown had begun and that Schumer had been instrumental in causing it but it didn’t sound like he was the savior he had planned on being. The news and gossip was saying that the Dems cared more for the dreamers than for the constituents in their districts or the people they were supposed to represent. Instead of pats on the back, they were getting emails that barely passed censorship.

All of a sudden POTUS was the patient man sitting in the Oval watching Schumer hang himself on Prime Time network tv. The voters were outraged. The Democrats had chosen their side and it was the side of illegal aliens. They chose to stake their reputation on the DACA order that didn’t expire until March. DACA didn’t have anything to do with the fiscal health of the country or the budget. The Democrats had shown their true colors. They don’t care about the legal US citizens they are elected to represent even 1/2 as much as they do about those DACA “kids” ( some now in their 30’s) who were brought here as children without their permission or consultation. Those illegal aliens are going to lose their status here in just a few weeks when DACA expires. The Democrats don’t want these people deported back to their home countries. The Dems want amnesty and fast tracked citizenship so they could have (at the least) hundreds of thousands to millions of ready made life long Democrat voters who will owe their allegiance to the Democrat party. For Schumer this far outweighs the pain of government furloughs, non payment of salaries, frozen services.  VOTES! It is all about the VOTES!

Surprise! We get it. You play with our rights and our lives for ILLEGAL ALIENS and their votes.

For three short days in January 2018, Chuck Schumer felt like a God. He had finally outsmarted Donald Trump. And then, he realized he hadn’t been the brilliant man he had planned to be. The people were blaming HIM and the DEMS for the shutdown and Trump wasn’t budging.

In a quiet manner, a vote was arranged and the shutdown was over in exchange for??????? In exchange for nothing except words that had been heard before. We will put DACA on the table.

The Democrat leadership showed its true colors;  they work not for the people who elected them but for the people who paid for them.

And, as they say in Vaudeville, THAT is when the fight started.

Come Follow Me and Read My Blog

 

Come follow me and read my blog and I will amaze and amuse you with the copious amounts of totally useless information that is stored in my brain. I am a freelance writer, recently retired from the real world, and learning how to decompress while staying in tune with what’s going on. I have recently accepted two new freelance jobs and am enjoying deleting stuff from my harddrive (brain). I never realized all these years I had stored up so much useless information. At least now I have something to do with it.

Blogging comes naturally to me. I just sit down, open my minibook, and out all this stuff comes. It is better than talking to myself.

The guy next door is “retired” from the NSA. That’s a euphenism for not going into work at the Pentagon every day. He still does work for them; mostly on the computer. I think the NSA is a lot like the CIA; you can never really leave. I don’t know why but I feel safer just knowing he lives there. Of course, the fact that at least 15 other “retired” NSA, CIA, FBI,and other initialled divisions of the government  live in our tiny little gated community doesn’t bother me a bit. At least I know which side they are on. Today that is a major accomplishment.

I have a lot of opinions. I should keep most of them to myself but I am opinionally challenged. I say what I think.  Sometimes I wonder when the guys in the little white coats or the men in the black helicopters will swoop down and pick me up. LOL…..it may not be funny. Today everything is up for grabs.

I was born are Democrat. That’s sort of a joke but I was born in the Low Country of South Carolina so it isn’t a stretch to think that. Once I attained my majority and went off to college I diverted sharply to the right. I am a conservative, tea drinking, Republican with Libertarian leanings. I don’t know where to go next. I have been thinking about Costa Rica but they have some sort of new rules for new comers now so that may not be feasible. I guess I will just have to bite the bullet and buy a place over on Daufuskie Island. It can’t be reached except by boat and nobody I know wants to waste $25 to ride over there just to aggravate me. I am actually looking forward to the move.

Speaking of Daufuskie, I lived there for a few years when I was a child. My grandfather had an oyster factory over there and since my daddy was at sea in the war, I went to live with the sweetest chocolate colored woman I have ever known. I don’t remember her name; I called her Jimmy.  I was a sickly child and no one wanted to be responsible for me in case I just up and died on their watch. Thankfully, Jimmy didn’t mind. She nursed my malaria and was patiend with me. No wonder I want to go back someday.

Now days, Daufuskie is a haven for the rich. They live in fancy houses in little gated communities that they call “plantations”. I would just as soon live in the historic district where I could have a blue bottle tree and paint my front door blue to scare away the haints. I don’t know if I am just wishing for a link to the past or if the morphine in my pain patch is getting to me. My husband and I joke about it all the time. He picked out the house we live in here in Florida; I get to pick out the next one. He has no desire to go to Daufuskie but he will. That’s the kind of relationship we have.

Now I am rambling and you are wondering just what kind of kook I am. Actually, I am pretty sane and just feel a need to “pour” out information. Maybe I can tie it all together somehow and you won’t feel the need to call for a psych eval.  That’s how my mind works. You can see what I mean. It is so full of stuff that it just pours out when I am not looking.

As I write, I am amazed that it is almost Friday again. The weeks seem to go by so quickly when the weather is warm and the flowers are blooming. Too fast for an older person. When we are children we spend so much time wishing our lives away. We only realize it when it is too late.

I hope you will follow my blog. I am not always so scatterbrained. If you don’t believe me, check out my posts on www.authorsden.com/pdrivers. I have articles, blogs, stories, book listings, news and even poetry on there proving that I am, indeed,  a normal human being. At least sometimes.