GUNS

It  is beyond my comprehension why anyone needs to possess a gun
 or any weapon for that matter. How can it be possible that we have taught our children to hunt and  shoot innocent animals who cannot defend themselves. When the founding fathers wrote
 giving us the right to bear arms  they were doing so to allow us to defend ourselves from enemies.  We were at war within our own borders and had an enemy that was terrifying us and terrorizing us, there would be a reason that would make sense to have a weapon; but we are not at war within  our borders.we are no longer fighting the British.   but sadly we are at war with each other. Children are dying. Like so many parables written in the Bible THAT are now to be taken as suggestions, rather than literally,We no longer need  to shoot  animals to feed ourselves, or baptize with fire, That time in our lives is over. We only need to go to the corner market to get food we need and hopefully can afford. It just doesn't make sense. There is no need for guns in  every household; that is frightening to me. And should be to you. The NRA is a powerful lobby Washington DC over 4 million members that's 4,000,000 guns my only question is why why why. Please allow our president to act on our behalf and BAN assault weapons let Washington know who is boss and who pays their salary let your voice be heard.

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Living Backstreet

In 1933 my father was an entrepeneur of sorts and in his own way famous for being able to survive the depression by becoming Moon Mullins, Master of Ceremonies, band leader, writer of music and promoter of Marathons/Walkathons throughout the eastern and mid-western states. Just the year before, he married my mother and wrote a beautiful song entitled "Backstreet". There was a movie "Backstreet" about a woman who was the mistress of a wealthy doctor; she bore him a child and he and his society wife adopted the baby. The wife never knowing who was the real father. The mistress gave up the child in order to give it a chance in life and also so that she might remain a part of that life and while in immense sorrow, she remained the doctor's mistress until she died, alone and bereft upon her daughter's 21st birthday. In the song, she cries, "I'll be waiting backstreet for you...."

The song was ultimately recorded by Billie Holiday and has remained a force in my life ever since. Why? Because it speaks of love, a kind of unconditional love, an unrequited love, a love that lasts forever and I am a sucker for that kind of love.

Anyway, that explains the title of this Blog, in case you were wondering.

I am not sure how I will use this opportunity but hopefully it will be used in a good way; promoting kindness, peace and unity.

Republicans in New Mexico are pushing a bill that would force victims of rape or incest to carry their pregnancies to term if they wanted a sexual assault trial – and would charge them with a felony if their pregnancy was terminated.
This heinous bill would turn sexual assault survivors into potential felons and force them to become incubators of evidence for the state, robbing them of agency and making them relive their assault through pregnancy in order to “prove” their case.

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WOMENS’ JOURNEY

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By

 Ruie MULLINS

I guess you could say  I raised myself ,. The child of show people living on the outside of what we call a community, a month here and a month there, wherever the wind blows so to speak, always the new kid in school. One year I went to fourteen schools from September to December and finally balked and told my mother I would not go to one more new school, fortunately. My mother needed help taking care of my little sister, We had arrived in Dallas and she couldn’t find a sitter so I got the job. Not long after that we went back to my Grandmother’s place in St. Joseph. Missouri and I finished the 8^th grade at a familiar school. I had been there off and on during the early years while living with my Grandmother while my parents looked for jobs in different shows that could use good singers and dancers, My father was a musician , he wrote songs and sang and my mother was a dancer. I went on to summer school and was passed to the 9^th grade. Mine was a fairly lonely kind of childhood, my playmates were other show people, every now and then  I would find a kindred soul and I would have a best friend for a while, then it was time to move again. My schooling was a bit shattered with always being on the move. It was in the middle of the depression and work was hard to find. We lived in St. Louis for a time. I THINK I did the 4^th and 5^th grade there. I remember being in the Brownies and hitting my head while playing drop the hankie in a church basement. I almost knocked myself out. The Brownie leader thought I was being smart assed with her and didn’t realize I had hit my head so hard and on one of the marble pillars that held up the church that I probably had a severe concussion I remember slurring my words and couldn’t say my name and her telling me that maybe I should just go home  if I was going to continue being sassy and so I walked out into the night where the snow had started to fall pretty heavily and then walked home for about two blocks. It was freezing cold and it probably saved my life for I got home and went to bed  where I stayed for about a week or so with a blinding headache and was vomiting every day , no one called a doctor , we didn’t ever call a doctor for something as trivial as a headache but when I returned to school I couldn’t add up a simple column of numbers and I noticed my memory didn’t seem as good as it was before. I   used to  able to tell jokes in Latin but couldn’t do that either. Something felt like it was broken in my head and I wasn’t smart any more, Nobody thought anything about it. It was just life.

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FAVORITE QUOTE

"Know thou that you are where you are not by chance but by the design of your Creator, for your development and for the development of those around you "