“…Thou shalt not kill…”

NOTE: I decided to run with this. It will cause hurt feelings for some people I know. It will garnish rough comments from some people. But you know what? It is time for me to be honest about how I feel, in case you were not clear before this post. You  have been warned! Blessings!!!

I was reading an interesting article which was offering theories as to why people do not understand what is going on in our country. (And really, throughout the world). I enjoyed the article and one suggestion was that kids are not taught civics in school any longer. They call it, “Social Studies,” and it is more of a comparative course, rather than one specific to learning how our government operates. We have quite a variety of styles in the differing states with counties and boroughs, cities and townships, and other forms of government. Only a handful of our citizens are active in our government and know how our legislative process really works. And I think that keeps many people from being upset with what legislation is passed…right under our noses…which has slowly robbed us of our rights. I used to be so busy raising my kids, getting their whites really clean, and living the farm life with growing our own vegetables and participating in 4H and our Church family life. We dipped our toes into local School Board politics in the late 80s and that swore us off looking to be elected to any office. We have never forgotten those days. We paid attention and voted in every election, learning as we went. But we did not have TV in those days (on purpose) and only got news through the radio. In our current technologically-driven world, it would be near to impossible to not hear what is going on, unless you totally unplug.

I am not sure when all this political correct-ness began. I recall, back when our 33-year-old son was playing soccer, a particularly noteworthy season. I think he was about 8 years old at the time. We used to always take the kids for pizza at the end of the season. We would practically take over the local pizza restaurant and have our end-of-the-season party. The league would also provide trophies for the winning teams. And there would be this ridiculously tall trophy the coaches would get, for the whole team. Imagine a pizza parlor with rows of benches, each row filled by a different soccer team in their uniforms, all screaming and yelling, grabbing pizza slices and showing off tickets won on the games played there. One year, we got our boxes of trophies to hand out, and we saw that all the teams were handing out these little trophies. No wining team monstrosity (I did think they went a little overboard on them, considering these kids hadn’t even reached their teens, yet) was given for First Place. All the trophies for all the teams were the exact same size. Even the team that had won NO games. And all the kids were commenting: “How come everyone gets the same thing? We won. Why don’t we get the big trophies? Why does that team, who never won a single game, get the same trophies we get?” Yeah. That was a rough season. And it pretty much went like that from there on out. There was no recognition for success. Everyone was recognized for completing the season, but the winners did not stand out in any way. Which made the kids themselves question why they had to practice or try so hard if it did not mean anything. And that was over 25 years ago. And I think we have been going down this rabbit hole these past 25+ years.

I had an interesting discussion today. Someone disparaged my stance that I boycott Starbucks because I do not believe their CEO or their company represents my views at all. I was told it was being silly, not drinking their coffee because I disagreed with their viewpoints on things. I also said that I did not support any company who supports Planned Parenthood and the abortion industry. A comment was made by a woman that, even though she thought abortion was not good, she went to PP annually for her physical exam, because she is broke but loves her body. (Oh the irony!!). Another couple of comments were made that we all just need to treat people the same and enjoy life and not be boycotting. Live and let live. Be kind – be happy – be loving. Don’t be so angry. Yes, because I boycott companies and express my opinion, I am an angry woman.

I am so tired of being told that taking a stand about something is wrong. That it is being angry. Am I protesting in the streets or setting things on fire? Am I shooting someone? Am I wearing pink hats that are supposed to represent a woman’s genitalia? Do I insist on my way or the highway? Am I rude? Do I insist on only allowing my viewpoint being shared in the public square??? I do none of those things. I boycott industries and corporations which support the things I am against. I choose to put my hard-earned dollars supporting wholesome, family-friendly-pro-life viewpoints. Boycotting Starbucks means my $5 latte is not supporting a company who believes abortion is good, does not support families, and thinks marriage is between whomever wants to be married. The CEO told me, in his press conference, to stay out of his stores if I did not agree with him (well, not me directly, but everyone who disagrees with him) and so I am taking him at his word. I was told it does not hurt the CEO, but the poor employees only trying to make a living (mean old me). I wanted to retort then, but instead am retorting now, that I would never work for a company that disparages my views on these important issues. I would never want my income to be generated by working for a company that believes in the very antithesis of what I believe. How could you work there? There are certainly many other coffee vendors you could work for, other than Starbucks. I think that is a cop-out. And so I choose to shop local, pro-life and pro-family coffee vendors. Take that.

The reason we are in the position in this country we are in is because we are far too PC – Politically Correct. Good heavens, the world is full of right and wrong. We make a choice about right and wrong every moment of every day. Are we walking towards God by doing this, or are we walking away from God? It even comes down to where you buy your coffee. Think about it. We are taught, by God in the Bible, and through Holy Tradition, that there are things which are right, and there are things which are wrong. There is a list! God made it easy. And there are only 10 things on the list! Only 10 things that we are supposed to know – by heart – and which we are supposed use, to operate in this world. Thou Shalt Not Kill. Pretty clear to me.

If we follow these Commandments, just 10 little rules from God, we should be doing the right thing at all times. Of course we stumble and fall and make mistakes. But the cool part is we are given free will and we are allowed the errors in judgment. If we acknowledge our errors and resolve to not repeat them, we have taken another step towards God, and not away from Him. We are not all promised the same ends for the same efforts. We are all promised the same opportunity to try. Opportunity, not results. If I squander an opportunity, that is on me. My bad, as they say. But the outcome should be up to the individual. Success is not guaranteed, just the opportunity to succeed.

I was raised by immigrant parents. You can laugh at it, and poo-poo it all you want. But if you really look at it, being different was different – and noticeable. My mother was told to come back to the butcher shop, the dairy, and the baker and farmer, when she could speak English. The funny part is that my parents immigrated from New Zealand. They were speaking English, but their accents were so thick, no one could understand them. We did not celebrate Thanksgiving with a Turkey Dinner. My parents had never eaten Turkey. LOL. We had roast lamb. I was not allowed to wear “dungarees” to school, only dresses. We had a strict curfew and hearing my mom call my name meant I was late home. (And all the kids on the block loved imitating the way my mom said my name…it sounded like J-O-N and all the kids would repeat my mom, with their copied accents). We lived in East Los Angeles when it was a lazy, bedroom community outside of Downtown LA in the late 50s and 60s. All the lawns were the same, separated by those driveways with 2 strips of cement or stone for the cars to enter the garages at the back of the property. We had sun and lots of fun. Sprinklers to run through and trees to climb. It slowly changed into a little Mexico, and then lots and lots of blacks moved in. I was so happy to be able to buy Mexican food from the local street vendors (the smells were heavenly) and eat the Chinese cookies my parent’s gardener would give us. My parent’s best friends were Greek and we loved hanging out there, too. The food, music, dancing, noise, and laughter is forever etched on my mind. My best friend was black and I used to love staying at her house because the food was amazing; she had lots of siblings and it was so loud and I loved it; and we got to sleep in a big pile of kids in one room! Going to their Southern Baptist Church was an experience I will never forget. I was the sole white person for miles. And a blonde, too. I stood out like you would not believe. And I felt so underdressed! The music, singing, and joy of Jesus was all around me. I ate it up. And being brought into the black community like I was, my friendships at school only expanded. I did not have tutors. I did not have different school books. I walked the same streets, shopped at the same stores, ate the same foods we bought locally. I was given the same opportunity as everyone around me. My friends and I worked at school, we played on teams together, and we struggled to make it through each school year. We were a melting pot and I am so blessed to have lived that way as a child.

I am not sure when we started this splinter process, but I know it was working its sad way into society in the late 80s around soccer trophies and a misguided sense of what was fair, or what was right or wrong. We are now a fractured society. We have to call people by the correct moniker or we can lose our jobs, be sued, and ostracized. We cannot let anyone fail…oh no. Kids who cannot pass standardized tests? Oh no! Let’s change the standards so everyone can pass! I read a commentary today wherein a gentleman was expounding on his belief that our educational system is dumbing down students so badly that he was expressing fear for our future. If we keep dumbing it down so everyone can pass, who will our doctors be? Who will our scientists be? Have we reached our societal pinnacle and it is all downhill from here??? How will we function? Who will be our leaders in government? It should frighten everyone.

We can choose to bury our heads in the sand and let others “take care of it.” The people who are influencing our world, are profoundly in the minority. According to the NIHS survey taken in July 2014, the people who self-identified as LGBT were 0.7% of the population. That means that 99.3% of the population self-identifies as heterosexual. And yet, that small, small minority is now telling that huge majority, that we have to accept gender fluidity, or men in women’s restrooms, or that our children think they are gay (or whatever PC term you wish to use) by the age of 3 or 4, and that in certain states (read: California) you relinquish your parental rights when you allow your child to enter a public school and cannot opt your child out of the new “gender-bending” sexual education being forced on us. By 0.7% of the total population of this country. That means 2.2 million people are telling 323 billion people what to believe and how to act. That is mind-boggling. I wonder how many of them work in the media we have here in the USA? How many are actors, singers, producers, etc?? Think of our courts. The Supreme Court! Wow. Talk about strategy. Why do so few have so much power? I love statistics because you can pretty much screw around with them enough to make any point valid. But I still find it interesting.

How can you make a difference? How can you, one of the millions of people in this country, make a difference? What can you do today to make a change?

For me, I don’t shop at Starbucks. I call my local legislators. I download bills, read them, remark on them, and share my viewpoints with legislators and my community. I attend town hall meetings. I work behind the scenes for people running for office who I feel will honestly represent the world I want this country to be a part of. I call. I write. I blog. I share. And I do not back down. Why? Because the world of political correctness and participation trophies is destroying this country, and this world. There are inherent evils in this world, but we white wash them. If a woman loves her body, why would she go to a place like Planned Parenthood to keep herself healthy? They are NOT a healthcare provider. They provide abortions. It is the antithesis of life. There are all sorts of free clinics you can go to if you are low on funds, many of whom are run by pro-life organizations (since you “don’t like abortion.”). I am so tired for being put down for my pro-family, pro-life, fiscally-conservative, socially-conservative views and beliefs. I love our Lord. I love my family. I love this life. I love this country. And you know what? I am defending it. And it all starts with something as simple as where I buy by coffee….

(La Crema, Wasilla, Alaska)


4 thoughts on ““…Thou shalt not kill…”

  1. Love it! Thanks for really thinking – critically. It is always okay to boycott! It is okay to be angry! It is okay to know history – true history and know our rights as to recognize they are being viplated and taken away bit by bit – yes, in the form of laws and PCness.
    The Ten Commandments set us up for sucess.
    Thanks! Critical thinking and truth….is always in style. Right!

  2. Amazing, Jan! If I could write like you do, I would say the very same thing! Except the part about growing up where you did…and THAT was so fun to read! The severe minority forcing their beliefs on the majority has always….always boggled my mind! Just like the outsiders that come into Alaska to implement SB91 and men in women’s bathrooms. Thank you for taking the time to write this! P.S. You could not PAY me to shop at Starbucks. I too believe in my own personal boycotting.

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