What Frosts My Pumpkin?

Let me tell you a story and you’ll understand why my pumpkin is frosty.

My parents were both from poor, coal-mining, families from NE Pennsylvania. Scranton, actually, so I guess I have that in common with Joe Biden @JoeBiden and Hillary Clinton @HillaryClinton, which, I must admit, makes me a little afraid.

PumpkinMy Mom’s father died of black lung when she was 6, my Dad’s father died shortly after one of his sons was killed in WW2 – mostly of a broken heart I believe.

When I say poor families, I mean “outhouse poor” families.

Russian-American, immigrant, families who were rich in faith & love of family & friends, but nothing else. They heated their homes with coal, when they could afford it, or scavenge for it along railroad tracks; it fell from overloaded cars.

Were they discriminated against for being “DPs”? Hell yes!

Did they ever bitch & moan about it? Hell no!

What did they do?

  • They worked hard.
  • They valued education, especially because it was free & could help them improve their lots in life.
  • They worshipped faithfully.
  • They lived within their means, and there wasn’t much to live on.
  • They were proud Americans.
  • They dug in & played by the rules.
  • They respected the law (and their elders!).
  • They served in the armed forces; Army, Navy, Air Force.

When they married, they married for life. My Dad passed away several years ago and at that time my parents had been married 57-years.

As a child, I was loved by all, I learned family was important from what we did and how we treated each other, not from shallow, hollow, words. I also knew that come hell-or-high-water, I was expected to go to college, even if all but one or two of my elder family members hadn’t. This was not optional.

We were taught to play by the rules, keep our noses clean, do what is right, and treat every other human being with respect, no matter what their race, creed, color, gender, or sexual orientation. Because my parents came from poverty, they knew how it was to be treated shabbily.

Instead of taking an attitude of, “When I succeed, I’m going to be just as rude to those below me as those above me are to me,” they taught us that it can be just one small thing in life that knocks you from “King of the Hill” to “Bottom of the Barrel” overnight.

Be humble, because you never know when it will come in handy.

My sister and I, with considerable financial help from our parents, both graduated college debt-free. She and I have always played fair, worked hard, believed in the American dream. She married a frat brother of mine.

They lived frugally, she was, for the most part, a stay-at-home Mom. My brother-in-law worked for a few big and some small companies before stepping out and starting his own business with their own money. I did the same.

He and I worked hard for what we have. And, contrary to Obama, we DID build “that”.

I cannot imagine a President with more condescension, arrogance, narcissism, lack of experience, and lack of job generation skill than Obama. He sucked off the system, and still does.

What I can say, unequivocally, is Obama didn’t build HIMSELF, “we the people” built him. The ungrateful clown.

Now, people who haven’t lived through any kind of hardship, who came from prosperity, who have never worked hard, who have never created a job (I have created THOUSANDS BTW), who have not played by the rules, who have gamed the system, who have lived dishonestly, career politicians who’ve only been paid with taxpayer money …

… THEY want to tell ME what to do, what to say, how to speak, how to act, steal my money, and then “shame” me and “cancel” me if I don’t comply?

Here’s what I have to say to them:

“Read my mind mother****ers!”

Y’all have awoken a sleeping giant, and that giant ain’t going back to sleep.


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