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Political Ramblings

Posted by Doug White under Uncategorized

I need to ramble a bit….

So … Donald Trump is President today.

Here’s how excited I am on what’s in store for the next four years:












(Yes, I have a beard. Now focus…)

Politics…what a fascinating beast it is in our culture, not just in this country, but anywhere. We say that it shouldn’t be discussed in polite company because, well, it never ends up staying polite. But we also feel that we have to be heard so we speak our mind. But boy do we hate it when others do the same.

I am conservative, who in this current political climate, is a man without an island. There is no one in America leading the conservative cause. Let me make sure I’m understood…THERE IS NO ONE IN AMERICA LEADING THE CONSERVATIVE CAUSE.

(Yes, I’m yelling, hold on a second while I take my blood pressure medicine).

Okay, I’m back.








Where was I? Oh yeah, conservatism.

Donald Trump is the 45th President of the United States. He is a proclaimed Republican – but was a proclaimed Democrat for many years.

He is not conservative.

He does not espouse conservative beliefs.

When he makes sense, which is rare, the closest I can come to what he is, is a populist. Now, I can’t claim to have a perfect understanding of populism, but as best as I can tell, it is a movement that is tied to a group of people who are angry at the current norms of political society. In all honesty, there are things about populism that interest me. However, keep in mind, Bernie Sanders could be considered a populist too. And quite frankly, Bernie Sanders and HIS movement, scared the crap out of me.

But, even there, I have my doubts. That is because Donald Trump is a liar. He lies about everything. He lies so much that I’m not sure he even realizes he lies. He lies about how he won the election. He claims it was a landslide, when it clearly wasn’t – especially when he didn’t even win the majority of the votes. He lies about businesses that have decided to move back to America. He takes the credit for this, despite some of those businesses going, “uh, hey, we actually planned this some time ago.”

He is even lying today. He claims his inauguration had the highest number of people ever. Ever. That’s provably false. Disclaimer: I don’t personally care how many people he had vs. how many others had. If he wants to believe otherwise, great. This lie pales in comparison to others he’s said. BUT…it’s a lie. And it’s what he does.

“Boy, Doug, you sure are acting liberal right now. Why do you hate America?”

No, I’m not.

(And I dispute a group of people hate America because they believe something other than I do.)

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I am a conservative – who wants the Republican President to act conservative. I want a President who believes in limited government. I want that person to stand up for liberty and the freedom of every person to live the life they want, so long as it doesn’t harm another person or violate their freedoms. I want a President who tells every person, “Go be the best person you can be, and we’ll stay out of your hair.”

(Aw crap, I think I just became libertarian … but I digress.)

I do not believe Donald Trump is that man.

Could he surprise me? Possibly. Do I doubt it? Most definitely.

When he does good, I will say so. When he acts against the conservative ideals I hold true, I will say so too.

In other words, I am willing to wait and see. And it’s not like I had a choice in the matter to start with, with the idiotic way we do elections, I mean …









Okay … ANYWAY, the main reason I started writing this was really more of a growing frustration I have, not with Donald Trump specifically, but with everyone generically. I’m tired of political arguments. Sure, when I write stuff like this, I open myself up to them, but they crop up all the time. And it’s exhausting.

For example…the night before the inauguration I wrote the following on Twitter:

I know a lot of people are freaked out about the next four years. I’m not freaked, but I’m not looking forward to it. I didn’t want Trump as President, nor did I want Hillary. I never felt Obama represented everyone, he was a very partisan President-as they all are anymore I guess. So there’s no one in the political arena I feel truly represents conservative ideals.

But we have him.

Now what?

I will speak up when I think he’s doing good – don’t see that happening much, and I will speak up when he doesn’t. I will do what I believe every American should do, stand up for what you believe is right.

I applaud that, even if I disagree with the position (until it gets violent of course).

So, fight for your ideals. But take heart. He’s ONE man. I do not believe one man – in this day and age – can do the serious harm that some of you think he will do to people. Not in this country. Not in our country. We are better than that.

I have to believe that.

We’ll see if the next four years prove me right.

I honestly, truly, felt I was speaking optimistically and with the perspective of an open mind.

I had a man on Twitter that I’ve known for years, say I only said what I said, because I’m a privileged white male.

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I guess from his perspective, I should say that the world is going to end and everything sucks.

Last month, I debated a young woman, who was an avid Bernie supporter, that went into the wee hours of the night. The basic premise I got from that conversation is that the younger generation thinks their lives suck because the older generations screwed everything up.

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A few weeks later, I got into a disagreement when I was told that 15,000 people voted for the gorilla Harambe in the 2016 election. When I was able to prove that false, I was told, “This is why I don’t talk to you about these things.”

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Today I got it from the other side. I was told I was brainwashed because I don’t believe that Trump is a conservative.

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Not one of these conversations did I go looking for a debate with anyone. I didn’t even bring up the topic of politics with these people. It was brought to me. The Twitter one, could arguably be said to be something I brought on myself – it is an open forum – but I honestly didn’t believe the statement was “triggering” or “provoking” or whatever it’s called when people get their feelings hurt today over the dumbest of things.

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… so, what am I trying to say in all my ramblings? I don’t know. I’m not sure anyone cares what I have to say.

People want to be mad. For eight years, Republicans wanted to be mad at Obama. They believed stupid things about him. They believed he had Joan Rivers murdered. They believed Michelle was born a man. That Barack was gay, but Muslim so his plan was to kill gays.

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Ridiculous, conspiracy level nonsense.

Now, Trump comes along. Democrats also believe he’s going to kill gays. That he’s going to put Muslim’s into camps. That he had hookers pee on him in a hotel because the Obama’s stayed there.

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More ridiculous, conspiracy level nonsense.

Why can’t both sides see that they are DOING THE SAME THING? That they are behaving in the exact same way they hated that the other side did before them?

Do we not have critical thinkers? Do we not have people that can look at things objectively and say, this will be good, or this will be bad and be able to objectively say why?

Some people are going to read this and realize that I am talking about them. I love you all, but you’re quite frankly frustrating me. I respect that you all have your own opinions. I’m tired of fighting with you about them. Yelling and screaming at the world that your opinion is right, isn’t changing anything.

It’s wearing people like me out.

I know lots of people from all walks of life. This is what makes this country so freaking special. And I love that people believe strongly in their beliefs. I love the passion.

But the anger is exhausting. And it makes me not want to care.

In the end though, I’m not sure that you care that I don’t care.

So, feel free to read this, disagree with me, believe I’m an idiot, think I’ve got it all figured out, whatever. Or don’t read it at all.

(should’ve said that at the beginning huh?)

I’m just a guy, who knows a little about some things, and nothing about a lot of things. I’m nobody special.

Stop thinking that you must change my mind.

Ultimately, I don’t see a lot of difference between either side anymore. And you’re not going to change my mind on THAT, until I stop seeing everyone yelling and no one listening.

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I don’t see that happening anytime soon.


** Apparently my ramblings now include lots of GIF’s. **

The Path

Posted by Doug White under Personal, Uncategorized

For years we’d been walking down this path together. It was a comfortable path. There were few rocks to stumble over and the flowers were bright and filled with interesting aromas.

One day something changed. I ran to my wife, filled with concern.


“Yes, dear?” was her calm reply.

“There’s something in our path! I almost stepped on it! What is it?”

I grabbed her hand and ran to where I saw the thing in our path. It lay there on the ground. When it looked at me, it began to cry.

“It’s a Baby, sweetheart. She’s ours.”

“Huh? Really? Does it walk with us on this path?”

“No, silly. She can’t walk yet. We have to help her with her needs. For now.”

My wife picked the Baby up and with a smile carefully handed it to me. It was still crying. And it had a smell. “What on earth is that?”

“She needs changing.”

“Honey, I just want to walk down the path. This is going to change everything.”

“Exactly. And that’s okay,” my wife told me.

My wife changed the diapers on this new creature I found on our path and we continued on our way. I didn’t know what to make of this little person. She cried. She was hungry. She needed changing. It was a disruption to the path.

Until it wasn’t.


“Yes, dear, what is it?”

“The Baby! She walks!”

“Well, that’s a good thing, right?”

“Yeah, and she smiles, and she laughs and she likes to play!” I told her, filled with wonder.

“She’s not a Baby, anymore, Doug.”

“What is she?”

“She’s a Little Girl.”

“What do I do with her?”

“That’s easy. Play with her. Teach her what you know.”

“I don’t know much, hon.”

“You know more than you think. She’s waiting for you.”

I walked over to the Little Girl and grabbed her little hand. She took me down the path a ways, where the flowers changed into something marvelous. There were butterflies, and candy hanging off the trees. There were princes and princesses. There were fairy tales to explore and games to play. The path before us was filled with Imagination. This path was her part of our path and it was where I learned that this Little Girl was going to teach me, not the other way around.


“Yes dear?”

“There’s another one! Another Baby right down the path a bit!”

“I know, dear.”

“What do we do?”

“The same as before. We take care of it and carry it with us down the path.”

“What about the other one?”

“She’ll help. She’s got a new title. Big Sister.”

I walked over to the newest creature laying on the ground in our path. The Big Sister was standing over it, sizing it up. She bent down and poked this new Baby. It looked at her and laughed. Big Sister laughed back.

I bent down and picked this new Baby up and grabbed Big Sister’s hand. My wife grabbed her other and the four of us continued on.


“Yes, dear?”

“Big Sister is different! What is going on?”

“She’s a Teenager, sweetheart. It’s okay.”

“What does this mean? What do I do?”

“It means we have to be careful. She wants to travel down paths by herself. We have to keep an eye out.”

“For what?”

“You’ll know it when you see it.” my bride told me cryptically.

I walked over to the Teenager and grabbed her hand. She pulled her hand away but kept close by. I looked back and could see the path of Imagination behind us. I wanted to go back there. The Teenager came to a stop at an arc in the path. She stepped forward a couple steps.

“Is this it?” I asked my wife.

“It is. This path is called Boys.”

I didn’t like this path at all. It was filled with dark corners and thorns and thistles. I looked at the Teenager, “Why this path?”

“Because,” was her simple reply and she stepped into this path without hesitation.

I felt something suddenly in my hand. I looked down and saw I was holding an ax.

“What do you plan to do with that, honey?” my wife asked.

“Nothing. Unless I have to. And if I do, it’s all coming down.” I said grimly.

But, despite my instant dislike of that path, she managed to walk in and out of it without harm. For now. I knew however, that path would be one I would always keep an eye on.


“Yes, dear?”

“The Teenager! What is going on now?”

“She’s grown up. She’s an Adult now.”

“What does that mean? What do we do?”

“Honey, this is the hard part. Going forward, there’s not much more we can do.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

My wife grabbed my hand and walked me towards the new Adult who was staring down a path I couldn’t see. “Watch her,” my wife said.

The new Adult turned towards us, smiled, waved and then turned back to the direction she had been facing. She then took off walking down this new path.

“Wait!” I said and took off after her. I came to a stop as some sort of invisible wall appeared before me.

“Doug. This isn’t our path. It’s hers. We can’t go.”

“What do we do?”

“We watch. We pray. And we love her.”

“Is it enough?” I asked her.

“It’ll have to be, honey.”

As the new Adult faded into the distance, I looked down to the other person who had entered our life on this path. She had turned into a Teenager as well. I bent down and grabbed her hand. “Fine, but this one we can keep around for the rest of our path, right?”

That Teenager pulled her hand out of mine and like her Big Sister walked down the road away from me a bit. Not far, but enough to know that I wasn’t going to like what my wife said.

“No dear, she will have her own path to go down one day.”

I stood up and hugged my wife and we watched as the new Adult disappear from sight. I gave my wife a look, “What do we do when they’re both on their own path?”

“We continue down ours. Their paths will intertwine with ours again, I promise.”

“How is it that you know all this?”

“I’m a Mom. I’ve known this for a long time.”

“I’m not sure I can do this.” I said, trying to wipe away the tears in my eyes.

“That’s why YOU aren’t doing it. WE are.”

With that, the two of us, with the Teenager, continued on down the path.