TRANSFER OF POWER

Ever since the election we have heard the talking heads refer to the “transfer of power.” I have a different view. The power has never changed hands, only the leadership has changed. The power is now and has been in the hands of the people. Our simple job is to make sure it is used wisely. We change out our “leaders” with every election. But the power stays where it belongs, in the hands of the people.

 

Trump is in and has a Republican Senate. That should bode well for Republicans, and the whole country. With cooperation and intelligence, this country should prosper and move ahead. But, will it? Will they work together or will they just play politics? That is the question. The stock market seems to be happy with Trump, but will that last? Who knows? 

 

Here's what I believe. We, the people, have a rather unique opportunity to prosper and move ahead. We have to hold these people's feet to the fire. We need to recognize our commitments to allies and not let them down. I trust Trump to handle that well. But, at the same time, we need to stay out of affairs that are none of our business. Too often we seem to inflict ourselves on others. There is no future in that. 

 

My thoughts. Let us take advantage of the opportunity we have to move ahead. Any rhinos in the Senate, if they are not on board, should be shown the door. We are living in a serious time and we had best take care. It is just too dangerous not to. 

 

We have Trump at the right time. He knows what has to be done and I believe he will do it. Weenie liberals just go sit in the corner and let the adults get the job done.

 

Ron Scarbro November 12, 2024

 

 

Dear Readers,

 

Dear Readers,

 

I’m writing to tell you that due to my recent medical problems I have failed to post on my blog. I am definitely on the mend and will be back to posting very soon.

 

Thank you for your patients.

 

Ron

PATIENCE IS OVERRATED

 

Hurricane Helene visited us yesterday. I have seen worse storms. We had a few limbs down with associated debris, but no major issues. We were told the winds that hit us were over 80mph. I slept through most of the storm. 

 

This morning we looked around and felt we had dodged a bullet. Then we tried to turn on the television. Ooops, no tv. No internet. Oh, and no phone either. We figured they will have it up and running very soon. My mistake. I'm writing this in the evening and everything is still not working. 

 

Now it is the next morning. Still no internet or anything else. It's called isolation. That's kind of a strange feeling to me. I can't watch football. I can't call anybody and they can't call me. In the twenty-first century, you're not supposed to be this isolated. But, what are you going to do? I decided to call the internet provider and ask for an update. A recording told me someone would get in touch with me in maybe 48 hours. Hmmm.

 

It is now the next day, and guess what. Still no internet, no phone service, and no tv. Our provider has had two beautiful days to affect repairs and nothing is fixed.

 

This is a time when I need to call on my best trait. That trait is patience. I can hear those of you who know me personally. Patience is alien to me. Besides, patience is overrated. 

 

It is now the morning of the third day, no change. One would think that nobody knows what they are doing. Now I begin to worry about those whose very life depends on these services. 

 

Finally, they got it fixed. I have internet and a phone. Trust me, it wasn't because of my patience. I still don't understand why this took so long. 

 

Just a few years ago, none of this technology even existed, and now we are so used to it that we are lost when it disappears. I wonder how smart it is to be so dependent on something so frivolous as the internet. Oh well, I guess that is just what today is. 

 

I am amazed as to how relieved I am to have all my services restored. I am no longer isolated. Now I have phone service, but I don't want to call anybody. And nobody is calling me. Anyway, life is back to normal, whatever that is. 

 

Ron Scarbro October 3, 2024

 

 

 

MY GOD IS A GOD OF LOVE

 

It would certainly appear that somebody wants to assassinate Donald Trump. So far, thank God, they have failed miserably. They will probably continue trying and will probably continue failing. 

 

I never cease to be amazed by the sheer numbers of wingnuts that walk our streets. What could they possibly be thinking? In the far-out possibility that they could inflict a serious wound on Trump, that would just make him more difficult to beat in an election. 

 

Here's the reality. Trump and Harris are our candidates. There have been many elections in my lifetime where I just wanted to vote no, but that has never been an option, and it won't be this time around. 

 

Another reality is that one of them will be our next president. The anti-Trump people believe Trump is a dangerous choice. I believe Harris is far more dangerous to this country than Trump and millions of Americans think like me. 

 

If you are one who believes Trump is a danger to our country, then make sure to elect a Congress that would keep him in check. On his own a president has very limited power in this country. He needs a compliant Congress to get anything done. That's the way our forefathers intended and that's the way it is. 

 

Personally I believe we need a strong president like Trump. There are countries in the world who would view a female president no higher than their goat or sheep. Doesn't make it right, just makes it true. 

 

We live in a dangerous world. With every new weapons system, it only grows more dangerous. I don't believe it is America's job to be policemen of the world, but adults have to be aware of what's going on. Iran is not going to be satisfied until they either rule the world, or get bombed back into the fifteenth century where they belong. Personally I favor the bombing. They want you to believe it's a religious thing, but I think we all know the truth. The God I worship is a God of love, not hate. That seems to be something many of the Middle Easterners have forgotten.

Ron Scarbro September 19, 2024