Normal

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Since a good many of my Followers are educators, I'm sure you recognize the chart at the right.  For those that have never paid attention in life, I'll explain it a bit.

It first came to my attention in the 1990's when some smarty came up with this graph as a model to measure one's intelligence and wrote a book about it. The graph reflects his findings and shows the intelligence level of humans.  Basically, it shows that 68% of us fall into what he determined was normal.  All others are either ignorant or smart.  I must add that the graph caused a lot of controversy in its day..  But I like it, although I use it a bit differently than it's creator.  To me it means nothing more than what is normal, and what is not.  And you can use this graph for most anything.

I have always loved to be in the normal area.  Hidden in what I call the "Middle 50 " (with the exception of taking pride in my almost perfect honesty).  I liked being the one that rarely stood out in a crowd.  Not the fastest runner in the group, but at least I ran faster than the 50% that finished behind me.  Just "Normal" so to say.

I grew up in an era where everyone knew their father, whom just happened to live in the same house I guess. Fathers worked 50 to sixty hours a week.  We had one television and one telephone in the house which we all shared, but never during dinner time.  We gathered at the dinner table at the same time every day and began with a prayer.  Most people didn't work on Sundays or after 6 pm.  We each had two pairs of shoes; one for church and the other for school or play.  We had a bicycle, although it was usually a hand-me-down.  And at times, we had two cars.  Our six siblings shared 2 bedrooms; one for the boys and the other for the girls (and of course the biggest room one was for our parents).

Whether it was raking leaves, shoveling snow, or washing dishes, everyone I knew had jobs after school and during the summer.  Boys got dirty climbing trees and building forts while girls were prissy and played with dolls.  There were sissies and tomboys but they didn't marry one another. Everyone I knew moved away from home the summer following graduation, either to join the Army or marry their girl, even though she was often already pregnant.  For me this is what being in the Middle Fifty was - Normal that is.

Not so anymore.  The normal graph has changed.  That 68% that was once normal has now dwindled to about 25%.  The Bell Curve now is much steeper as spikes to the center leaving those trapped inside to now become "Abnormal."  That's where I think I fit in.  What was once referred to as "Alternate Living" has dominated our culture and has become the ":Normal."          

Today it seems few want to work even 40 hours per week.  Children remain at home into their 30's and seem to only leave if they are arrested for narcotics, then join the Service if it is offered as a way to get out of jail.  So many men father children to someone they never asked their name, leaving the State to pay for and often raise the child.  Islam is rapidly over taking the religions that America was founded upon, but many Americans now have no religion at all.  

Kids don't have after school jobs anymore.  They get trophies simply by participating in a team sport. Sissies are now called Gays and marry one another.  Tomboys are marrying each other and are now called Lesbians. Families now most often have one car per family member, but sometimes more. Bicycles and clothing are most often always new and families have never held more debt than now.    

No one leaves home after high school unless they obtain a student loan which they will never pay back while they study some worthless and simple subject which can neither be graded effectively nor used for useful employment.     

Full time employment will soon give way from 40 to 30 hours a week, and most will never actually work at all.  Owning your home will give way to living on the streets or squatting where ever one can.  Taxes will be paid only by those that strive to work, and a child waiting for his father to come home for dinner doesn't exist.

Today, I live in the Alternative Lifestyle because what once was normal is no longer.

Please pray.

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The difference is REAL

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"What difference does it make now?"  The question echos through my head almost non stop even though it seems like ages have passed since Ms. Clinton blurted it out before Congress in an apparent heat of rage meant to defend herself from the deliberate lies she made to cover up her role in the Benghazi murders.

The costume doesn't make the clown.  What business did Hilary even have being appointed to a Secretary of State position?  Well, I suppose she was well versed in stress when the world found out about her arrogant husband having sex with most anyone?  Perhaps he was the one that taught her to lie so well.

But look who appointed her.  The suit doesn't make the man.  The always well dressed President can fool most of us.  Appearing smart and caring inside his suit masks his true person of a lying, arrogant, and controlling manner.  Adolf was that way as well before he murdered so many of his own countrymen, if my memory serves me well.

And now his stylish suits allow him to write his own laws as he sees fit, and most of us ignore that.  Exactly what Hitler did, and Satin himself does on a daily basis without much interference until it is too late.

And it might be already too late for America as Obama makes peace deals with his Muslim friends who hate America.  Shaking their hands during his world travels and apologizing for American colonization five years ago didn't seem to rouse enough of us about what was to come.

The Difference the Obama administration has made is REAL, and I doubt whether American will ever overcome the harm that has been done.          

Just Marvelous

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Marvel Comics just released that it remake the 1970's era female superhero, Ms. Marvel.  It was a disaster then, but it is a sure bet this time around.

I'm sure you've at least heard of Marvel Comics, if not a huge fan in your yester years.  Superman, Spiderman, Captain America, Wonder Woman, and the list goes on.  Ring some bells, huh?

My bell was rung when I heard the news.

The latest release is another female American super hero.  This Ms. Marvel has super powers to change her body mass to fit any time of challenge.  But this time she is not clad in the traditional red/white/blue outfit symbolizing American greatness.  Today, Ms. Marvel's face is covered by a dark burka above an ankle length cloak type dress.  She's a dark skinned, teenager, proud of her valiant Muslim religion, who has immigrated to America from Pakistan just in time to save our day.  .

True Jihad from within.
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An American President?

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My oh my, has America changed during my lifetime.  I'm sure all of you can say the same.  You've seen it, but perhaps not in the way that I have.  America surely is a better place than what it was when I came to be, and I want it to be even better I cease to be.  But, somehow I don't believe that it will.

America, from what I've come to know, was built on Christianity, family values, hard work, perseverance, and ethics. And for me, it seems we have devalued those things.  We've come to accept lying, corruption, drug and alcohol abuse, divorce, adultery, gays and lesbians, and most every value of life that I know.

Perhaps I was sheltered in some way, but while I was growing up, I never knew anyone that did not have both a mother and a father at home.  No interracial marriages.  I never knew anyone that served in prison, or used narcotics, or had sex with another of the same, or physically hurt anyone beyond throwing a snowball or having a fight after school fight.  Everyone I knew had jobs, graduated from high school and went off to work, college, or the military. I never heard of an Illegal Alien, or a Muslim and the word "terrorist" was outside my vocabulary when I was growing up.  My oh my.

I have to wonder what kind of American could Obama be.  We seem so far apart.  Worlds apart in so many ways.  One who did not have a stable adolescence.  Likely born outside America, in a region so different from America, where Islam reigns. And the child of an interracial marriage.  A marriage torn by divorce and the pairing of his father with four other women, building a family that Obama, aside from his mother, never knew.  And then in his latter years, coming to America where he aligned himself with anarchists, radical preachers, the suburbs of Chicago and convicted terrorists.  My oh my.

I have to wonder, with a background so different from any other American president during my lifetime, how Obama could love America as I do.  Why would I expect him to have the same values as I have after having such a different uobringing that I?  How could he be supportive of our military when he has never served?  How could he understand American capitalism when he has never worked?  How can he love America when his own wife has denounced it?  How can he take a strong stance against America's enemies when he was raised in those regions and most of his family are still there?  Why would I expect Obama to have ethics when has was raised where ethics do not exist?  Why would I expect the Truth from him?  Why would I expect him not to be a racist?

Well, I do expect him to have integrity to the American people.  Is that too much?  Or should I just join the rest of you and accept what he is?  My oh my.
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