Our New World Odor

Tuesday, the President that we thought would usher in a conservative, faith based Presidency, will be selling Israel down the river Styx from whence he, himself, came. To say I feel betrayed is an understatement and is overshadowed only by the 50% devalued dollar, $100 oil, a credit crisis that we have no clue of how far it will go, a nuclear Iran, an angry Russia and a surging China. Yet most Americans are only concerned about the latest scandal, romance or sale price. The pabulum produced by the 5th column is running in the streets and the American public is sitting along the curbs with straws sucking in every ounce they can consume.

I am nauseated every time I remember that I voted for this “false prophet” twice and arrogantly snubbed friends who stated this guy is not quite right. As a natural political animal I felt that “W” was everything we needed to right a ship scuttled by a narcissistic womanizer whose only goal was power and his daily nut. However, my choices were limited on purpose. Whether I voted for Al Gore, John Kerry or George W. Bush, the outcome for Israel would be the same.

The antigen, better known as Israel, has to be dealt with and who better to do it than a self proclaimed, recovering, Christian whose father is the most publicized Globalist of them all. Is it me or is 41 always around when 43 is entertaining world leaders these days regardless of the venue. Think about it and look at the video.

Playing both sides in arms sales within the Middle East has profited many an American corporation over the last 60 years. Only now are we seeing true parity being provided to Israel’s enemies because time is short and they are an impediment to Globalization. Remember how the unpopular kids are always pushed out of the party.

Isn’t it quite the coincidence that Tuesday is sixty (60) years to the day that Israel was created in the UN and now “W” is dismantling it? Are we witnessing prophetic moments here? I think we are.

What are we, a God fearing extended family, to do? We need a plan and need to execute it now!

So what are all these ramblings doing on a family blog dedicated to Tita you ask?

Well mostly because she and I talked about these same things quite often before her death. She was sorely disappointed by George and said to me, on the same porch where Manda found her: "I have never been so disappointed in my life by anyone more than I have been by "W".

Strong words coming from a woman who had many a disappointment over the course of her life. We all know that if Tita were still here, she would be mad as hell about what is happening this week! I can only imagine the daily calls raving about how we are all doomed if we abandon Israel.

Pray, my brothers and sisters, pray! Pray for our own deliverance for we know not what we have done. Amen, and Amen.

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Normalcy

I still remember the call as if it happened last night. The phone rang and the voice on the other end said "How are you doing baby boy?". Mom wanted to know how Elena and the kids were doing and remind us to hunker down as we were in the midst of a series of thunderstorms. We laughed together as Mom made a few wisecracks, and as always, said that we would talk to each other later. We didn't say "Luv Ya" because we both knew that there would be time for that during one of our next phone calls. Not to be. Four months later, I am still asking myself "How are you doing?" How are we all doing? The Summer of Discontent has now set and Fall is upon us. As have most of us, I think about Mom on a daily basis, especially now as the cooler weather begins to move in. Fall and Winter were Mom's favorite times of the year. She would love to call each of the kids (Ross and Didi included) and quiz us about our plans for the cooler evenings. The conversations always included two questions: "What are you having for dinner?" and "Are you having a fire tonight?". It is hard getting used to not having to answer those questions on a daily basis. It has been four months since Mom's passing and I ask myself everyday "how are you doing?". We have all gotten back to our lives, but with me, life is still lacking normalcy. Everyday, something reminds me of mom and how much I miss her. Nate's first day of school or my first day of work, there was no phone call from her to see how it went. Jasmine and Emily's birthdays, there was no phone call from her proclaiming that "your mommy feels better today than she did so many years ago". Texas' comeback against Oklahoma State would have brought a bevy of calls from her. We go on with our day to day routine but with the expectation that those days will be lacking in some way. In these past four months we have all had to lean on someone, be it family or a friend to find some level of comfort and normalcy. For Elena, it has been her best friend Lisa, but for me personally, if it had not been for Ross and his daily phone calls, I would have been carted off to the rubber room factory for sure and for that I am eternally grateful.
In the grand scheme of things, Life goes on. It will. It is our job to go on with our lives but with the understanding that the memory of Mom will never dim. That she will always be there, cigarette in one hand, glass of wine in the other, laughing as we laugh, and saying to herself: "You done good Toni, you done good".