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Small Town Politics

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I was born in a small town, and I live in a small town. Probably die in a small town, Oh those small communities

John Mellencamp


Everyone knew we had moved back in with her, but it was a small town so……My mother, had come back home with 4 extra mouths to feed. I imagine the conversation went something like this:

“Did you hear about Lillian? Her daughter’s back…and she brought 4 kids with her”

“No. What happened?”

“Well, Betty told me that Wilma told her, that her husband went to buy bread one day, and never came back. Left her with 4 kids to take care of”

“Oh you don’t say!”

“Yes, now she has to work to support all those kids. Tsk…tsk…tsk”

So yes, she had more at home to feed now, but she was a trooper, and only complained once a day (smile). She was an amazing woman, who raised amazing kids…I’m a lot more like her than you all think. So everyone knew who we were…so what…it wasn’t a bad thing. My grandmother’s supervisor, actually went out of his way to make sure my grandmother got the H.D. Lee specials (I’ll never wear those things again) and the extra hours, while the hunters split their catch with her…people chipped in..Small Town Politics mandates that the town, take care of it’s own….I love Lebanon for that. Small Town Politics.….Our city needs to accept that Danville isn’t a baby anymore.

A man in Danville became Facebook famous, when his investigative reporting led him to a liquor drive through store and the “Brown Bag Special“. Until yesterday, I had no idea what it was…but apparently, the Brown Bag Special is a lighter, a crack pipe, and a Brillo Pad wrapped up in…you guessed it…a Brown Bag. Part of me respects the capitalism that this business pursued, in finding a nitch…then filling it…of course, that’s the wrong attitude right? A debate raged on among the FB Attorney’s and Ministers, whether the Brown Bag Special sale was illegal or not, and if not illegal, certainly IMMORAL……”Morals are subjective. What’s right and wrong to you, may not be right, nor wrong to me“. I wrote that…I stand by it……mostly because of the HUGE crime wave on the East End of the city…hell, if you’re breaking into cars, your morals may be different from mine! Just Saying.

Small towns used to be hotbed of morals. Actually, we had so many morals, we had to give parades to throw then out. Morals, only applied on Sunday however, and if you don’t believe me, send your kid to a church lock-in, then get back with me…better yet, go meet with your local councilman…see if you don’t walk away with a lighter pocket…I did digress. With Saturday picnic’s and Sunday naps, anyone who was anyone understood that MORALS was the priority. Businesses, unless important to the upkeep of LIFE, were closed on Sunday’s…families ate together….Dukes of Hazard was gleefully watched (damn they looked good in those jeans), then discussed verily on the landline located centrally in the home. Morals…it was right to share, and wrong to steal, but we have a new society now. A society that says, “You cannot judge me for anything I do“… This new society, is almost like the squirrel that put his butt up to the glass and SHOOK IT at the cat taunting, “Na Na Boo Boo“. This new society, has no problem throwing down at a county fair (then again, we’ve always done that), nor HOLLARING the “Eff” bomb, from across the park…at the Demo Derby…..I’d have enjoyed the fight, were my kids not there…some people just don’t care…do they?  Small Town Politics….predicated on morals….a communal agreement understood long before we arrived….but morals aren’t morals anymore, and what we need to do, is figure out the middle ground. Can we exist side by side in this community, or is it really like the Highlander in which there can be…and will be…only one? Yeah, I don’t know….but I know this…our leaders need to realize the city has hit puberty….We are like the teenage girl who got her menses, and acting like a total bitch. Small Town Politics...Everyone knows everyone…..I dunno….Maybe…we should try praying! Or a good lock-in…those things were super fun. Be Blessed.

Remember you set the Tone, you ARE the Example. BE KIND to each other. Show GRACE and MERCY to all those who cross your path today. With your Daily Affirmations complete, enjoy your Monday.







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The Politics Of One

The Nerd in Lebanon Senior High...LOL.
The Nerd in Lebanon Senior High…LOL.

“She failed to reach out to the voters in rural areas. All but ignoring them, she believed they would be good little country folk, and vote for her”. They did not.

Our Politics, like our fingerprints, are unique. Never assume you know what someone else is thinking. Veronica Philips on Leadership Lesson #6

“15,000 people voted for Hambre. I’d like to meet them”….Ronnie’s Nephew.

I changed my nephew’s diaper. To me, he’ll always be that little boy who was so sweet, and had his big bad uncles (Merrill included) picking on him. Poor baby boy never did anything wrong. He’s a married man now, serving our country with two beautiful babies of his own…Time Flies….Sorry, I was distracted. Knowing my Ozark brethren well, I had predicted that they would just stay home on election day… They did. See, the problem was that the older folk, the generation who laid the foundation for which the youngsters tread, were disgusted. In their hearts, they couldn’t vote for either candidate. Pissed that the Democratic party had forgotten them, they were like the star-crossed lover left at the dance for another date…what do the disenfranchised and jilted lovers of the Ozarks do? Well, if they don’t go Carrie on you, they wait….they wait for the perfect time to get back at you. I think what bugs me the most is that we have NYT Column writers calling my clan the uneducated….LOL, but they’re not. I’d like to see some of these high and mighty liberally “educated” snobs survive one day in the Ozarkian woods when the Zombie’s come…they can’t….they won’t….yet ironically, the very people they barely hide their contempt from, will be the very people whom will, true to nature, save their lives….one time….You only get one chance with a Ozark Citizen. The Politics Of One….you can keep guessing all you want, but you will never, EVER accurately predict human behavior.

For me, it started way back in the day, when Paula McFarland ran against Jill Whatshername (I forgot) for Student Council President. Both were ridiculously popular in school and I thought it was going to be a good battle…it was not. It was a blow out, and that’s because, even though both were very popular and pretty, Jill sat at the nerd table, with the uncool and unpopular during lunch and talked to US….Ahhhh…I didn’t see it until much later in life, but Paula thought she had it in the bag, just because her name was known in the school. I’m not sure she even bothered to campaign much……..I think it’s ironic, that she made the same mistake in 1985, that Clinton did in 2016…both had taken fidelity for granted…. See people may come and go in your life, and they will almost never remember what you said, but how you made them feel. I was one of the nerds at the table in which Jill sat, I remember her taking the time to answer my questions….I voted for her, because she reached out to me….Ya know, I have to wonder, (I’m not friends with either one) if Paula remembers that election……then I think about and wonder why I do…

The Politics Of One….Unique, individual, never to be taken for granted. See, (and I only speak from a Ozarks perspective), the folk of middle Missouri are NEITHER Democratic nor Republican. Honestly, they just want what we all want; which is to provide for their families, worship their God, be allowed to have their guns, and watch their grandchildren grow up….they’ve never been abused, just ignored; which I think, was just fine with them until they were asked to do something they didn’t want to do. It wasn’t the “elders” griping nor complaining about the state of affairs in this country, it was the millennials, the college students POLLED, for whom all Intensive Purposes (I know) wasn’t going to stay, or registered to vote (get that) anyway….The Politics Of One states that we are neither one, nor the other, we are just us….and if you don’t take the time to get to know us, you will be excluded like Paula McFarland. Gotta go. Do I remember whom I voted for? Sure I do…..Jill sat next too me one day, and promised to lobby the Administration for stricter anti-bullying laws….sigh…guess she saw me get my ass beat a few times too many….I’m smiling…I think I learned a lot of from her, even if the bullying continued under her watch….you get my point right? You don’t know me…don’t assume much about me….or I’ll, like my clan, will make you famous….. Be Blessed.

Remember you set the Tone, you ARE the Example. BE KIND to each other. Show GRACE and MERCY to all those whom cross your path today. With your Daily Affirmations complete, enjoy your Thursday.

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A Boy Named Ben

Lebanon Yellow Jackets
Lebanon Yellow Jackets

“Take me back to Massachusetts take me back to Cape Cod”….Nappy Roots, “In A Small Town”.

I took my am inspiration from the aforementioned song (go U-tube it, it’s amazing). It occurred to me that if Trump is elected, we are going to need all the small town mentalities we can get. With a heavy heart, I lost some FB weight last night, because I CHOOSE to be happy. I WILL NOT be baited into HATE. The “Take a Knee” debate has divided friends more than Trump or Clinton combined. So, as I was making my Weight Loss list and checking it twice, I thought back to the song and the amazing concert we had just left…..I allowed my mind to wander back to Lebanon, Mo…..a small town….to A Boy Named Ben….my 1st HS crush….

Back when Mr. Pibb bottles could still be returned and exchanged for money, there was A Boy Named Ben. He was blonde I think, with blue eyes, and a sandy crooked grin that I used to dream about walking home from school with my best friend. He lived right down the street from her, so I’d find excuses to go over, just to see him drive by…in that old beater I’m sure he hated….sometimes I would do a cartwheel….or something, and he’d smile and wave. He had a Letterman’s Jacket for track….he was thin, but adorable… On Friday’s, factory payday, I’d have to walk to the HD Lee factory to pick up my grandmother from work, and I’d see Ben drive by us on Commercial Street…..embarrassed that my grandmother wasn’t a bank executive or management…I’d hide behind her…..so he wouldn’t see me…


Ben was a year ahead of me, he was a nice guy, whom would smile and say hello. He had our lunch hour, and sometimes, if all the other seats were taken, he’d sit across from me, and ask me about my classes. He never said anything about the neighborhood I was growing up in, or my irregular jeans that my grandmother would get on sale in the factory store….he never noticed my pimples, or my handmade lunches. If he saw my mousy curly red hair he didn’t say it, and he thought it was adorable they way I would never allow my eyes meet his……He never made fun of me, for being shy, nervous, or introverted…..he would see us at the Friday night games, and nod at me…..I don’t remember Ben’s last name and wouldn’t know him from Adam, but I remember how Ben made me feel….Take Me Back to Lebanon….Give me back my factory working grandmother whom loved us…..let me walk her home one more time…. take me back to the block, where’d we sit and talk about one day leaving that crap hole for New York……Take me back to the Yellow Jackets, give me back the walk to school, the early video’s, the wrestlers…..Give me one more day with Ben….I’ll say “Hello” first this time…I promise….there’s too much hate….too much mistrust….too much evil in this world. Let me 13 again….in Lebanon….with my grandmother, my best friends, and A Boy Named Ben…..Be Blessed.

Remember you set the Tone, you ARE the Example. BE KIND to each other. Show GRACE and MERCY to all those whom cross your path today. With your Daily Affirmations complete, enjoy your Sunday.



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Walmart Moms

Welcome to Walmart
Welcome to Walmart

“So what, they sell walls?” Paris Hilton, on her reality show “The Simple Life”, many, many years ago.

I try really, really HARD to stay off certain click-bait news sites that involve Political topics, because even before I hit the “comment” link, I must put on the Armor of God. My skin is only so thick, and when the arrogant POS’s, whom live in their mother’s basement, start calling the heartland residents “inbred, hillbilly hicks whom have nothing better to do but drink beer, and spit” I get very defensive. Listen, I’m no Trump supporter, but the stereotype of my brethren offends me….VERILY. Do I look like an inbred hillbilly? Would one use hick to describe me? The Mountain folk of the Ozarks and surround states, are good hard working people, whom give you the shirts off their backs. They are NOT stupid, and they’re very good judges of character, and as far as ignorant idiots? Well, lets just say that if your car breaks down on I-44, I-70 or I-24, it will be a “hick” that pulls over and helps you fix your car…..It gives me great pleasure to read about The Walmart Moms being a group of women, courted heavily by Clinton and Trump…….Clinton forgot her kin…I like it when the chickens come home to roost.

There is some satisfaction in the arrogance of the Clinton campaign realizing that the women they counted on, are not going to be as instrumental as they had hoped. She forgot one small, deadly, truth…woman will turn on each other in an instant. Clinton is disingenuous with the stench of death surrounding her like flies on a hog roast. The heartland has always been an afterthought in the political ring, almost like, “Oh yes, send someone there to say ‘Hello'”, but reading a Yahoo article this am, I see that Trump seems to have grasped what Clinton did not, The Walmart Moms and what’s important to US in this economy. We are a good Christian folk, whom loves God and our neighbor, we work hard, and play harder. We don’t appreciate the rhetoric or the name calling of US, and while we do like a good wrestling match, “The LIAR vs. The TRUMP”, even we get back to work Monday morning. Shoot, all anyone had to do was listen to one country song, or go to one Larry the Cable Guy concert to really understand that we don’t ask for much, just respect, and it appears that the blue party, forgot about that…..So…

Walmart Moms are just as busy as any Executive in this country. Big City folk are not that impressive to US. We have PTA meetings, soccer (in my case ATA) practice and church boards. We cook, clean, prepare the baths, help with homework, and satisfy our husbands, just like the NY City sisters. We cry over our bills, we wonder how we’re going to rob Peter to pay Paul, some of us have businesses, we care more about our employees than ourselves. We are the farmers, the cattle ranchers, the producers, the small business owners, without the heartland, you’d STARVE and frankly, be honest, you like NASCAR too…posers! It’s about time, the big wigs in that great city of DC came correct and recognized that we run this muther, and any talk of increasing our taxes, when we’re already so charitable with what we have is NOT going to be met with appreciation, but a dissenting vote at the ballot box. Too many have made fun of us….too many have written us off at hicks, too many have questioned our intelligence in this election, and yet, too many are now pandering to our intellects….Trump is popular because he’s speaking our language….Making this country (which we LOVE) great by making sure that we have a leader whom is a straight-shooter…HINT: We respect straight-shooters! Now, I don’t trust him, and some of us don’t, but we trust HER less…we have an expression in the hills, “If it smells fishy, you’re down by the river”….meaning….well you figure it out….Listen, she’s from Arkansas….she WAS one of us…she forgot where she came from, and that, we don’t easily forgive…..but I’m willing to try, so let’s go fishing together Ms. Clinton, better yet, I’ll give you a rifle, and on or about November 2, you can come deer hunting with me….then tell me and my friends, how dangerous we ARE to this country’s security and why you deserve to be surrounded by men with guns, and we don’t deserve to provide for ourselves…..LOL, I WISH she would. Clinton….is not the candidate for the heartland….those polls can say what they want! We’re not stupid……it’s about time someone recognized the Walmart Moms…Remember a burned bridge is not easily rebuilt….we know and remember what’s been said about us, even the cute little pictures of our butts, humiliating us, as we shop….Do the right thing mommies….it’s our day at the poll. Be Blessed.

Remember you set the Tone, you ARE the Example. BE KIND to each other. Show GRACE and MERCY to all those whom cross your path today. With your Daily Affirmations complete, enjoy your Saturday.






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Back To Life


“Oh God! That’s disgusting”. Ronnie to Merrill after seeing Duchess’s ear this morning.

Yep, we’re getting Back to Life. After picking up Duchess from Maw and Paw yesterday; which BTW, we KNEW she’d want to come back, we made it as far as Kingdom City Mo; which is a little hick town on the intersection of I-70 and BFE (they don’t even have a Wal-Mart). We noticed that Duchess was burning up. She wasn’t sweat hot, she was oven hot, and as the Merrill luck would have it, not one single store in this little one-horse town, carried Tylenol….Frustrated, I asked the clerk, “So what DO ya’ll do” (I speak Missourian) when your children get sick?”. “Oh” she replied as if their children never get sick, “There’s a Wal-Mart about 17 miles down the road”….GRR AGAIN….Back To Life…I’ve used this title before ya’ll…but it’s my blog, and my life.

So driving the Highway to Hell, not having a clue where I was going, the Eagles came into my head, as I remembered that Hotel California was written right here in Kingdom City (not really). Upon my return to the hotel, my heart skipped a beat when I saw that Merrill had been able to quiet an uncomfortable Duchess, and both were soundly sleeping. “Awww” I thought…my heart is full. Anywho, I awakened a sleeping baby (this is the exception), administered the Ibuprofen, and she slept like a Duchess until about 6:30 when she announced, “Wake Up Mommy…I’m ready to get up”…..I had a brief giggle at the thought of all Merrill’s friends (from the reunion) still in bed sleeping. Had Otey really knocked on my door at 3am, I would have paid him back, in 5 years, by sending Duchess to his room at 6am. Okay then….Mommy’s UP.

Ugh, my back hurts….my feet are numb…..I can barely move. That’s the 2nd sign, that we’re getting Back To Life….So, we slowly made our way to Breakfast, when I saw IT…not the clown, but the gunk that had made its way down her ear, and onto her pretty Cinderella dress….and THAT…is where the fever came from, and THAT is what we’ll be seeing the MD for later. See, Merrill’s family is ate UP with ear problems… So friends, here’s my very long-winded point….Summer Vaca is officially over. I go back to work now, I go to Nursing School Monday, and my life with the babies has picked back up, right where we left off. Sweetness is still with his Grandparents (and the populace of a small village in Germany), but he too will be home Saturday. Back To Life, well back to MY life. It’s crazy, its chaos, it’s exhausting (especially with my back), but it is MINE, and I can’t wait….to have it all back. It’s been a great Summer…..I hope yours was pretty amazing too…….WAIT….Aunty Ronnie sending out 16th Bday shout outs to her beautiful niece…Princess Anna Lee….16…and the whole at her feet. Happy Bday baby girl. Be Blessed.

Remember you set the Tone, you ARE the Example. BE KIND to each other. Show GRACE and MERCY to all those whom cross your path today. With your Daily Affirmations complete, enjoy your Tuesday.



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