Gun Control

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Do you want to see real gun control and by the end of the week.

Then take away the bullet proof glass, the metal detectors, and the  security guards from the entrance to the Congressional Building leaving those boys as vulnerable as they do your children.

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A Tiny Kitten With A Big Mouth

By
Eliza D. Ankum
Author of
Flight 404
Ruby Sanders
Jared Anderson
OneThreeThirteen – Master Of The Day Of Judgment
Dancing With The Fat Woman
STALKED! By Voices

 

 

 

Ask Me First!

Paula Deen’s Savannah Style Porch

Earlier in the week, I was going to write a post about how I wasn’t in the mood to celebrate Christmas this year because of how it’s gotten away from being about the Miracle of Jesus’ birth and the gracious gift of our salvation, an is more about earthly romance, i.e., getting a boyfriend or girlfriend, getting engaged, and/or married, and making sure you either get or give the biggest and most priciest gift.
I got about halfway through the post and decided that I sounded like Debbie Downer and deleted the entire thing. I decided to stop playing the part of Scrooge and instead to go retro and do a small little country Christmas along the lines of how my parents did Christmas when I was a kid – a simple tree, some nice decorations, some sweet treats, and a few modestly priced presents. No need to go into debt.

At this point, your probably asking, ‘What has that got to do with the picture of Paula Deen’s Savannah style porch pictured above. Everything!

For the last two years, even during the controversy, I’ve been trying to replicate that porch, as best I could, given my limited finances and space.

Two years ago, I bought the furniture. Last year, I bought some of the accessories. And they’re not cheap, mind you. And this past summer, I bought planters, flower pots, and flowers, but not the giant pricey ferns, of course.

And when the summer slipped into fall, I changed the décor to one that was more appropriate. Out went the summery petunias and I went shopping for fall foliage in tones of yellows, reds, purples, and oranges.

Yesterday, on my day off, I left home around 11:00 a.m. headed for Walmart to do my usual shopping and hunt for some Christmas décor for the porch that now had a large white wicker chair, two white plastic resin chairs, a white plastic resin table with a clear green plastic leaf shaped tray on it, a sage green set of shelves stocked with bronze planters, yellow watering can, clay duck planters, a plaque that read Home Sweet Home, blue & white faux ‘Ming dynasty’ planters, a black crate full of old telephone books, and a few gardening tools. Also, there was a garden statutory shaped like a little puppy that read, ‘God Bless My little Dog’ that sat beside the big white wicker chair along with more flower pots.

My plan was to take the yellow, red, and purple flowers out of the pots and put in fake poinsettia plants, and also, to do the traditional green garland with large red bows all around the perimeter of the porch.

Well, just imagine my shock and horror when I returned home at around 5:30 yesterday evening to find everything, and I do mean, EVERYTHING gone from my porch. There was not a chair, a plant, a flower, or a twig left on that porch. Nothing. Even the shelving was gone and everything on it.

No, let me correct that. The only thing left on that porch was an old campaign flyer from the November elections and the paint. That was it.

All my hard work, and money, wiped out. Gone. Obliterated.
And in that second as I stood there contemplating what had happened and who had done this awful thing, it occurred to me that this is exactly what had happened in my life. People, who had no business what so ever, making a decision for me had made decisions that had wiped out and obliterated my life. My life, thanks to those decisions, was like that porch. Empty and that was the real reason I didn’t feel like celebrating Christmas.

It also came to me that this is why you’ve had to listen to some deranged freak, at Church and at work, for the last three decades – because someone who’d never met me, never asked how I felt, never asked what I thought, never asked what was important to me, had made an uninformed decision. This is why things are so screwed up. Nobody bothered to ask before taking action.

If someone had bothered to ask, I would have said, “What I wanted was my furniture on my porch! What I wanted was to come home and put up Christmas decorations.

What I got was the realization that I will not be having a little country Christmas, nor will I be making any effort now or in the future to restore that porch or the things broken in my life.

I think I’ll just going to live with that porch the way it is.

And to the thief, if it wasn’t my landlord who took my stuff, Merry Christmas and that stuff will look fantastic with a ribbon of garland and bows. And don’t forget a small pine tree in the corner with simple country decorations.
A Tiny Kitten With A Big Mouth (an empty front porch)

By
Eliza D. Ankum
Author of
Flight 404
Ruby Sanders
STALKED! By Voices
OneThreeThirteen
https://dancingwiththefatwoman.wordpress.com

 

 

The White Horse Prophecy

What do these two things have in common?

The Wheat Stalks or Bread of Life symbol

Roman breastplate armor and skirt

Probably nothing to the vast majority of you. But say we overlaid the breastplate with the Bread of Life symbol and instead of being silver, we made everything white — stock paper white. Even the man wearing the breastplate. Skin white, hair white, eyes white with just a little pink around the eye rim. He also had a quiver of arrows on his back. And the winged horse he rode was also white.

Saw him when I was around fifteen years old. Never told anyone until now. Absolutely, know we’re not ALONE in the universe.

Every now and then, you really should look up. You’d be amazed!

And from what I saw, this old boy is neither a Republican or Democrat and he gives a whole new meaning to the word mean.

A Tiny Kitten With A Big Mouth

By
Eliza Ankum
Author of
Flight 404
Ruby Sanders
STALKED! By Voices
OneThreeThirteen

Two White People Were Shot In Chicago, Today

Loop Building where shooting took place

This morning Channel 7 WABC here in Chicago broke into the regular scheduled programming of ‘The View’, to report that there had been a shooting in a Downtown Chicago office building.

Linda Yu, whom I personally admire and have a great deal of respect for, went on the air around 10:30 a.m. and stayed on giving copious details of the incident until almost noon

Under normal circumstances, I would have been impressed with the reporting. But these shootings in Chicago are anything but normal.

I was absolutely furious that Channel 7 WABC chose to spend an entire hour focusing on the shooting of two white people when the deaths of eighty or more black people garnered less than fifteen minutes of air time (if that) before the anchors moved on to report on the weather and traffic.

There were two other things I noticed about the Special Report this morning, besides its length.

The first one was something that is always asked when reporting about Black shooting victims, and it is this question, “Do we know if either one of the shooting victims is a member of a gang?” OR, “Police say that the victim was or was not a member of a street gang.”

Funny, how Channel 7 ABC News automatically assumed that the two White victims had no gang ties. It never came up. And I waited for the question.
The second was how quickly, Channel 7 ABC News was able to get all of the important information about the shooter. Within that hour long broadcast Channel 7 was able to provide the public with the shooter’s name, where he worked, home address, whether or not he was married and why he’d chosen to express his anger using a gun.

I couldn’t help but wonder if Channel 7 had given that much coverage to some of the Black shootings, perhaps there would have been more arrests.
Chicago is falling all over its self trying to figure out how to stop the violence in our neighborhoods. One way is to stop letting Media trivialize Black shooting victims.

A Tiny Kitten With A Big Mouth

By Eliza Ankum
Author of
Flight 404
Ruby Sanders
STALKED! By Voices
http://onethreethirteen.wordpress.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Roosevelt Road Repair or Disrepair

Roosevelt Road Disrepair

This winter was hard. Hard on the people and especially hard on the roads here in Chicago. Our Chicago roads were littered with deep treacherous pot holes that were lethal to a car’s alignment.

And like a great many Chicagoans who commuted using Roosevelt Road, I was ecstatic in the Spring when road crews started blocking off a section of Roosevelt Road between Independence Ave and Western Ave. This section of Roosevelt Road, I should tell you is in the heart of the Black Community on the West Side of Chicago. And I was all over myself giving Rahm Emanuel praise for spending some of Chicago’s dwindling revenues in this particular area. Turns out I shouldn’t have.

Well the barricades are down and the road crews are gone and without a doubt a crew of untrained blind and stupid moneys could have done a better job.

Roosevelt Road between Independence and Western is in worst shape now than before the road work began. It is an absolute disaster! There are areas where the pot holes were dug deeper and cover with slaps of irregular concrete making for a bone jarring and tire flatting ride if you dare to drive over twenty miles an hour.

And after driving this monstrosity everyday, I’ve come to the conclusion that that was the point. The road crews weren’t doing road repair, they were doing road disrepair.

The reason I say this, is because stationed along every block of that stretch of road is a Chicago Cop Car. Was this road disrepair and effort at controlling Black folks? I think it was.

Case in point, a little ways down the road, east of Western Avenue is the Medical District, which includes Rush University Medical Center, The University of Chicago, and Stroger Hospital. This area had it’s roads done two years ago and this particular area of Roosevelt Road is as smooth a ride as one can get in Chicago. You can sail right along. But then again, this area is frequented by a lot of White people and people with money and jobs.

Same thing on the other side of Independence and Roosevelt which leads into another White populated area, Cicero, Berwyn, and Oak Park. Smooth road.

Rahm, shame on you for bowing to racist stereotypes.

Fix the damn road!
A Tiny Kitten With A Big Mouth

By
Eliza Ankum
Author of
Flight 404
Ruby Sanders
STALKED! By Voices
http://onethreethirteen.wordpress.com
http://jan32013.wordpress.com

 

 

 

 

My Potpourri For The Week

 

 

First thing, Last week’s episode of The Walking Dead. The episode kept me up all night because it ran so true. By now all of you know that I’m a victim of stalking. But what most of you don’t is how many times at the beginning of it that I sought help and was told that my teenage stalker was just pulling a teen prank and I quote, ‘she’ll grow out of it.’ No she didn’t. Rather, she grew into it. She got better at it. So much so, that she’s able to convince ‘community minded adults’, who should know better, that her constant screaming and stalking is somehow doing me, in particular, a favor. Nothing could be farther from the truth.

Didn’t you wonder why the Tyreese character kept saying, “We’ve got water.  Plenty of water.”  Maybe it wasn’t the pigs that made everyone sick, but the mice (the dead ones dropped into the group’s water supply).

Two.  The Plane. The Plane.  I know I shouldn’t write this because it might be incitefull, as in riotous.  But the truth of the matter is, 

1.  We may never know what happened.

2.  Aliens already have enough people and if they needed more, all they have to do is ask and there’d be a stampede of volunteers.

3. If the plane didn’t sink and landed, The United States does not negotiate with terrorist, especially for money.

Three. The Happiness Project.  When do you let go of a dream?   With sincere regards to L’Wren Scott and her family, before it kills your spirit.  And then you do the unthinkable.

Four.  Scandal.  Bear in mind that I work second shift, so I haven’t seen last night’s episode of Scandal.  But I truly hope that he shot Cyrus’ husband.  Why.  Because the guy is a whinner.  A major league whinner.  He’s always demanding that Cyrus meet his every need and do the impossible, make him happy.  He knew, or should have known what he was getting into by marrying Cyrus.  And if he didn’t, he should have called it a draw, and ran up out of there as fast as his expensive designer loafers could carry him. 

But most of all, when you’re in that position, you should definately have a line that you won’t cross for lover or money.  And he didn’t. 

Five.  The View this Friday morning with a lively discussion on  ‘lights on or off.  And later the book, “It’s Just a Fxxxing Date.” 

http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18081599-it-s-just-a-f-ing-date

My hint.  Make sure the man loves you more, or at the very least let him think so.  You’ll stay married longer.

 

A Tiny Kitten With A Big Mouth

By
Eliza Ankum
Author of
Flight 404
Ruby Sanders
STALKED! By Voices

 

Are You Happy America? Money

Paper Dollr Bill

Here’s something to think about.

In her book, Bird by Bird, Ann Lamott writes that she call the United states, The United States of Advertisement.

And I firmly believe that all that advertisement has us broke.

Take for example, a few years back, when the United States economy was doing well and there was actually a surplus, in order to sell ipads, ipods, laptops, and smart phones, the advertising world had people in the United States chirping the phrase, “A Paperless Society.”

Everywhere you went in offices all over the country you heard that phrase, we moving towards a ‘Paperless Society.’

There was only one thing we forgot.

OUR MONEY IS MADE OF PAPER!

By

Eliza Ankum
Author of
Flight 404
Ruby Sanders
STALKED! By Voices
http://onethreethirten.wordpress.com