Are we living in "1984"

I have to admit that all my life I have been outspoken. I may have not been able to read the Declaration of Independence but I new by age 3 that I had an unalienable right to opine and to use my speech to tell everyone about said opinions. Now opinions always have consequences and the first one is for everyone to label you as (surprise!) "opinionated". I remember in college my cookie-cutter, cutie-pie, sorority sisters, tsking about me and my brilliant best friend. Catty criticism from C students is something I could live with.
But in modern day America, Land of Faux Non-News, Home of the witless Beck, Palin, O'Reiley, Hannity and such the stakes are much higher. Their disciples who tune in for their daily Maoist propaganda fix not only want to take away our sacred right of free speech but we are also given the heinous of motives for our opinions.
I happened to express an opinion in Facebook about a fellow who expedite or "made up" the right for the president of the last administration (we know who that was) to allow the torture of terrorist suspects. This goes against the Geneva Conventions treaties which have signed that international consequences. This so called lawyer invented this as a way of letting the Bush regime do what they wanted. My comment was that it was shameful that this man was on a TV show hawking his book. The next day I had an email from a dear family member I love very much asking me how I could possibly have compassion for terrorists? I was horrified that someone I thought knew me would think that. There was a joke section to the email: These people are trying to take over our country so you better get a veil. WTH???? I wrote back that I absolutely abhorred and detested all terrorists categorically and wanted them out of our country and caught before they sneaked in. Now if she was asking if I was against torture yes I was and I was not about to argue about something we knew we totally disagreed about. This is my point- I have a an opinion. I have thought, prayed, read and thought some more on it. I can express it without been accused of horrible motives. After all wasn't there a time when torture was a bad thing? Period.

Holiday's Officially Over

It's Sunday and I am halfway watching the Saints' lackluster performance against Carolina. Thank goodness I hate football and only like the Saints when they win. I am more preoccupied with the fact that the few days I had off this holiday season are drawing to a close.
I will not complain. They were very good days. This year was the first time in so many years that I worked (1/2 day) on Christmas Eve. But thank God I have a job when so many people are unemployed! When I came home from work on Christmas Eve my kids were all here from out of town spending Christmas with us. Again how blessed are we! So many families are sadly divided by indifference and strife and we are fortunate enough to be together. Thanks again!
Just when I was about to get down on myself for not having the energy to bake the yearly Challah we have on Christmas morning,( Hey,I like diversity after all Jesus was Jewish!)my younger daughter volunteers to make it with just a bit of help from me. Everyone cooperated: gifts were bought, wrapped, casseroles cooked, Christmas dinner with friends enjoyed, annual movie watched and we got to Mass on time. So for once I am not sad as this season is over but Thank God for my bounty as I eye the ornaments that I have to put away. Happy 2010!!

What on Earth Am I Doing?

My good friend Margarita received a new blog for Christmas from her family. It is perfect for her. She follows blogs, reads all kinds of articles and writes about politics all the time. Her FaceBook comments are wonderful and they go on for days. I love reading them. While I was looking for at her blog I mistakenly went somewhere and discovered that I could have my own blog. Call it "blog-envy" but I went ahead and sort of set myself up. Right now I don't really know whether I am writing as a blogger or as a poster? I wrote something before as "Mother of the Bride" and bored myself to death with my own musings that I erased it. So here goes nothing. But since noone will read this, I suppose it wondt really matter.

Mother of the Bride