Living Life

Life is a funny thing. You just never really know what it is going to deliver. I love life. I love living life.

We learn from experiences. They make us stronger. Everyone of us have skeletons. I try hard to look at the political actions of people involved in politics and how they are often inconsistent with their stated beliefs. Over the past year, I have been totally disgusted by what I have seen from local caucuses, to the infantile tirades of political candidates and their supporters over such trivial matters of an opponent's political sign, to the total disrespect of the Constitution by both parties.

I am an observer from the outside looking in, and people share their stories with me. Sometimes I write about what they observed and sometimes I don't. There is so much people share with me that I sit on.

I also write this knowing my past isn't perfect either. I don't claim perfection, but rather I am a work in progress working to understand the past in hopes of securing a future for family, friends, and other generations of Americans by looking to the founding documents. It's interesting. Politics is ugly. It always has been going back to Thomas Jefferson and John Adams. These men were not perfect either. They had their skeletons.

Earlier this year I asked the question is a 25 year old kid who still lives at home with his parents mature enough and experienced enough to go to Washington and battle the temptations to effectively get control of the runaway spending and the debt that is set to destroy us all. In doing so, I opened up a can of worms as a path of revenge was set for myself and others who were questioned the leadership abilities of one while putting our faith in another.

My friend Mike Moon is being unfairly attacked as I am too.

Of course regular readers of this blog know that both Moon and myself support traditional marriage and I have expressed my concerns over the Constitutionality of the federal war on drugs while noting Obama's Fast and Furious was an attempt to rob Americans of their Second Amendment right. Yet, this Web site feels the need to claim both Moon and myself are radical libertarians who support gay rights, gay marriage, and want to legalize every drug under the sun. These are simply not true statements and are documented throughout these pages.

In the coming days, I have been warned my dirt is going to be exposed. This person is upset that I obviously exposed the fact that after he lost in the Republican primary, he began writing letters to the Federal Election Commission after months of following average voters engaged in a grassroots campaign to get Mike Moon elected with accusations they broke federal campaign laws. I remind you these are average voters who were simply involved in the democratic process.

With that said, he plans on exposing my military record, my bankruptcy, and my arrest.

You know what, life is one of those things that happens that you learn from and you work to make yourself better. Most of the time you can look back and laugh at it.

I inherited a massive amount of bad debt through a union that I had no part of creating. This debt destroyed my household and caused lots of friction as we struggled to figure out how to pay off an ex-husband's bad business debts for his trucking company. The only choice we had was bankruptcy. The bankruptcy papers show my own personal debt was minimal compared to the other debt. Of course, you aren't going to hear this.

This took a toll on us. It destroyed us. It led to arguments. Unfortunately, the argument led to the police arriving one evening. There was no blood or bruises. There was just frustration. Both of us were willing to talk to the police, but when my 60 pound Labrador Retriever went running for the door, the officer who met me at the door mistook my actions to grab my dog to keep it off the officer as an act of aggression as I went to reach her collar. I can laugh at this today and may even try to write a Marley and Me type of book one day to share my experiences with my beautiful dog. These things happen. We hear these stories all the time between cops and dogs. I am not ashamed.

Yet, this person thinks he knows me enough to print this story as a form of revenge on his blog. He is going as far as posting my military records, well some of them. Of course these stories were already told on Nick Reed's morning show on KSGF nearly two years ago. The sad thing is this kid still lives at home with mom and dad and probably has never thought about wearing the uniform and giving the ultimate sacrifice to his country like I have. 

I loved the army. I served proudly. I was awarded to Army Achievement Medals for heroic actions.

After my time with the army was done, I decided the Navy's electronics program would be a good way to grow. When I got to the navy, I was disappointed in the lack of brotherhood and esprit d' corp that I experienced in the Army. It was a miserable experience that reached a head when two sailors stole my car from the base, nearly destroying it. They ran from the car leaving certain navy items stenciled with their names in the car. The navy police decided not to press charges against the sailors. I felt betrayed.

I decided I wanted out of the navy after this. I consulted with family and friends to decide the best way to do this. One friend told me to smoke pot. I told her that wasn't my style. I wrote a letter to my NCIOC. They followed procedures and I was off to the hospital, which I had no clue was going to happen simply by writing a letter saying this was a bad decision and I wanted out, to ensure I wasn't going to hurt myself. I was released that night since I wasn't a threat to myself and the out processing began. Mild depression--big whoop!

However, someone thinks they have dirt. If this is dirt, then let him have fun with it. He is only destroying his future career in politics by lowering himself to a Richard Nixon level of having his political enemies investigating and trying to manipulate them with whatever he finds. It's really sad to watch, because the kid probably did have a real chance to get to Congress in a few years.