Mélanie Hope

On the Crazy Train

On the Crazy Train

I am not a Nazi.

Just making sure that’s out there – because pointing out the obvious seems to be mandatory for any public declarations these days. Do you know why I must state that? For stating the following: I am not a Communist.

See, the political climate has emboldened half-wits with positively no knowledge of history to honestly believe that you must be one or the other. This is insane.

Both are evil. Both have no place in the U.S. or any civilized society. Both lead to control and murder. And, yet… anyone who publicly states they are NOT pro-Antifa or did NOT vote for Hillary are immediately labelled as Nazis. Even if they are gay Jews or black themselves, they are somehow white supremacists. Welcome aboard the Crazy Train.

So, what we end up with are a bunch of brain-washed, violent racists who are fighting violence and racism by being violent and racist. Told you it was off the rails.

If you are against fascism, racism, government control, mass murder, and the quashing of personal freedoms – well, then, by definition you are against both of those ideologies. It is simple, frankly. Look it up if you are not familiar with the history.

Anyway, I gotta get back to my goose-stepping or flag waving or boot shining or whatever in the hell Nazis do. I have no clue…

By the way, I am amazed at how timely this old song’s lyrics are…

Lyrics to Crazy Train

Crazy, but that’s how it goes
Millions of people living as foes
Maybe it’s not too late
To learn how to love
And forget how to hate
Mental wounds not healing
Life’s a bitter shame
I’m going off the rails on a crazy train
I’m going off the rails on a crazy train

Let’s go!
I’ve listened to preachers
I’ve listened to fools
I’ve watched all the dropouts
Who make their own rules
One person conditioned to rule and control
The media sells it and you live the role
Mental wounds still screaming
Driving me insane
I’m going off the rails on a crazy train
I’m going off the rails on a crazy train

I know that things are going wrong for me
You gotta listen to my words
Yeah

 

Freedom isn’t free…or in style…

Freedom isn’t free…or in style…

Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.”
~The First Amendment

The US message, “Freedom isn’t free,” typically pertains to the sacrifices we, as a society, made and continue to make in order to be the freest, safest, most successful civilization ever to exist on this blue marble. While we abhor wars, we celebrate our warriors who protected us and those who now volunteer to do so.

Still, we did all this so that we could have real, honest-to-goodness freedom. This means that sometimes people are going to say things you disagree with. Good! Sometimes, people are going to flat-out disagree with your ideas and ideals. Good! Sometimes someone may even hurt your itty bitty feewings.

Get over it.

Censorship by brute force helps no one. It does not belong in our country. Lashing out physically against someone who SAID something because you THINK it might imply the IDEA of violence is lunacy.

Words are not violence. Free thought is not violence. Disagreeing with people is not violence.

Smacking them upside the head with your flag, yanking their microphone out of their hands, tripping and beating them, throwing fire bombs and smashing windows, kicking and hitting them – those are violence.

By declaring free speech “hate” or “violence,” you are allowing the thought police to declare war on a fundamental U.S. law. One that our ancestors fought for. One that we should not have to fight against YOU to keep.

Don’t believe for a minute that the tide won’t turn against you.

This divide of ideas has locked us into a constant state of “us” and “them” mentality that is destroying our nation. The only key is to calm the hell down and use your brain.

And now for some…good news?

Let’s see here…I’m looking for some good news to report tonight. I’ll try Google.

This looks promising…

Looks good - good news!

Good news on ABC – NOT!

 

 

 

 

I guess I’ll click on it and see what great things are going on in the world.

This is good news?

Why are they all smiling? I’m very confused. Well..um…maybe if I scroll?

Maybe they are as confused by the term “good” as they are by the term “news.”

 

Lee Kaplanian

Lee Kaplanian

In every difficult situation are gifts to uncover.”

-Lee Kaplanian

 

 

It’s not often that you happen upon a person that you immediately know, deep inside, will be a cherished friend forever. This was how I felt more than seven years ago when I met today’s guest at a small seminar in Kent, Washington. She invited me to coffee and the rest is history. Lee Kaplanian is an odd and wonderful duck. She moved to Australia to get married. She’s been a life-long volunteer. She has worked as a Speaker’s Bureau Coordinator and a trainer of instructors for Conn Chapter of Arthritis Foundation. Lee and I bonded on many levels, even as we were from vastly different generations and backgrounds. One thing we share is that we took care of our mothers through progressive illness until the end. Even in her darkest hours, Lee maintained her sense of humor and love for life.

Lee’s signature on her emails reads, “I am a healthy, powerful, inspiring woman courageously living my vision now.” This is the best way to define my friend and mentor, Lee Kaplanian.

I met Lee while I was writing Nose-to-Nose Networking, and she had a great influence on its tone and direction. She was one of the first recipients of the printed copy.

Lee is the host of “Finding the Gifts” on Tuesday mornings 9:30 am Pacific time on 1150 KKNW AM radio (Seattle) and she has a blog “The Gift of RA” where she chronicles her struggles and joys.

During our show, Jim read this quote from the recently departed Landau. It certainly fits in the theme of today’s show.

Everything that has happened to me is of value to me. As painful as certain things are, and have been, and were, there’s a use for those things in my life and in my work.”

-Martin Landau

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lead-in music by Purple Planet

Bully for you, but not for me

Bully for you, but not for me

There is a despicable trend on the interwebs, one that you won’t see when talking to people in person. By talking, I mean actually TALKING, not the degenerative monologues we are seeing on main-stream media and on Facebook. This trend is the belief that s/he/it who shouts insults the loudest wins. Anyone who dares disagree with you magically becomes a Nazi, a racist, a homophobe, a fill-in-the-victim-of-the-week-aphobe-ist.

Name calling. Mature.

The thing that is really disgusting is that these people SAY they are against bullying, even as they use public shaming, baseless accusations, censorship, literal hate speech, and – yes – even violence to shut down anyone who even slightly disagrees. They get really frothy at the mouth if someone employs logic or science. They honestly believe that if a sensible person gives up and walks away from their intolerable screeching, they have “won” some sort of fight. They consider it a win even if they started a conflict where none existed before.

While it is comical to watch, it is dangerous to society. They are degrading decency and promoting violence all in the name of “tolerance.”

Quick reality check, folks, TOLERANCE means “the ability or willingness to tolerate something, in particular the existence of opinions or behavior that one does not necessarily agree with.”

We, the open-minded, studious, RATIONAL population of the planet challenge the rest of you to live up to your own expectations.

The alt-text for the alt-?

Father’s day 2017

Our first show is dedicated to dear old dad…well…sorta…

Father’s Day? Why are we starting our show on a Father’s Day?

  1. Our normal show will always be on Sunday at 7:30, so it just kinda happened that way
  2. Most dads are done with their day, so it’s a good time to listen
  3. Both hosts have lost their fathers, so they’ll have a lot to talk about

 

Mélanie here,

I first met my biological father in June of 2015. By August of 2016, he was dead. Not much time to ask all of those questions. Not nearly enough time to get to know him/ love him/ like him, even. He did not have any sage wisdom or sound advice. He did not have any “I’m sorry”s or movie-like revelations. He left nothing behind. I’m still processing both the encounter and the loss.

I did get a new sister out of the deal, though.