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Christmas Eve “Wrap N’ Bitch”: Tis’ The Season For Giving and Receiving Flack December 24, 2009

Afrocity wrapping gifts on Christmas Eve at Kiwanis Club charity event

As I write these words, I am in the company of friends, family and furry pets nestled within a comfortable home during the middle of a Midwestern ice storm. Beautiful but deadly, glistening and electric I think to myself as I look out of the large bay window while stroking my smoky gray cat. Kitty is looking at a Cardinal flying about taking seed from the snow. A mug of hot chocolate is sitting by my laptop waiting for me to finally focus and write something. It is so hard to think about politics when the Christmas ducklings are in the fridge thawing for our feast tomorrow. The fireplace is adorned with feathered stockings – one green, one red both with bells at the tip of their toes. Wrapped gifts sit beneath the tall green tree. There is something special in every package for everyone, even Francois the galloping Dalmatian. Santa brought her the most adorable iced “canine cookie” treats all tied with red satin ribbon. I smile at the ironic picture of wrapped pet gifts. There was a time when mother and I could hardly afford gifts or food for us. Now I am confronted with carob coated rawhide, four paw snow booties, and catnip laced mice made of felt.

So many bows to chose from.

Earlier this Christmas Eve, I spent the afternoon doing charity work with the Kiwanis Club.  We wrapped gifts for people at the local mall. All proceeds go to help youth in shelters. Basically people come to us to with their just purchased gifts and we wrap them for a fee.  We work in shifts. I have fun doing it and frankly get a kick out of watching men scramble to Victoria’s Secret and come to us asking if we can wrap a size blush pink 34B Angel Bra with fringes.  As my wrapping shift unfolded I realized that this gift buying stuff really is not a man’s forte. Most looked nervous and uneasy with their purchases.  I think paying us to wrap the gifts made them feel better about the Lucky Brand purse they bought for grandma.   It felt good to help others on both ends. Rather than sticking curling ribbon to their heads, people got to have their gifts nicely clothed in Christmas paper and we got to make money for a good cause.

There were only four of us and we got an afternoon rush of people wanting their gifts wrapped. We could have used more help...HINT

There were only four of us wrapping when we got an afternoon rush.

Especially the young adults–you know the demographic that voted for Barack Obama in record numbers?  Whenever I volunteer at one of these charity events, I wonder where are the Kool Aid drinkers. I am usually the youngest person there—and at my age that is sad.  Most working alongside of me are senior citizens. Most are Caucasian. .. Many are conservatives and independents.  Of the four people I volunteered with today, only one person voted for Barack Obama.

Ooops there I go again. Darn! I was trying to keep a safe distance away from politics this Christmas Eve and the risks associated with Afro-Grinch opening her mouth.  Otherwise I may get another email like the one I received last night:

Dear Afrocity:

Obama is our last and best hope to pull this crumbling mess up from destruction. And you Republicans who would rather watch the country fail than see it succeed right now…well… you are selfish pigs, basically. It’s all about money for you, and who gets it, not about people. Go polish your fucking gold.

Nothing personal, of course.

So this is my shrine of Christmas spirit from Afrocity , the selfish Republican pig who polishes her gold after she volunteers at Kiwanis.

I will take my lumps of coal from the liberal reader along with  the ice storm, the cocoa, the fireplace. ..the wrapped gifts under the tree and the ones which required no wrapping in my heart.  I may be a conservative PUMA, but I have my peace of mind. I have my health, my family and most of all I have my freedom.  I am thankful that our troops are fighting for our safety and the freedoms of others.  I remember those soldiers giving their time and service so we may have a safe holiday season. After seeing this clip of President Obama neglecting to give a Christmas shout out to the troops, I pray that my president also remembers our service men and women.

I pray to God that they are watched over and kept safe in order to return to their loved ones

Merry Christmas!!!!
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Diversity Fatigue Friday: (No Pun Intended) Country First not Political Correctness November 6, 2009


From I own the world

Our thoughts and prayers go out to the victims of the Fort Hood Massacre. We cannot begin to realize the depth of your sorrow.

The miracle in this piece is that the shooter Nidal Malik Hasan is alive and can face punishment for this heinous act. Thank you to the female soldier who brought him down.

My brother was stationed at Fort Hood, Texas for six years. I lived with him there for three of those years. I fondly remember Fort Hood as a close knit military community.

I made friends with the local teens, often babysitting for the Army wives.

The Gulf War was taking place during that August of 1990. There was that familiar and understandable presence of tension and worry throughout the community. Fathers, daughters, partners and husbands leaving but not for Reforger exercises this time. They were going to a land we were unsure of.

A lesbian couple lived next door to us in Killeen, Texas which was the town surrounding Fort Hood. Tony and Toni were their names. We called them the two Toni’s.

One Tony was in the military, the other Toni was a school teacher.Their poignant goodbye kiss was a memorable event in my life. Both women had survived their own personal wars.

Toni had a fifteen year old son from her dissolved heterosexual marriage. Like most teenagers, Toni’s son had trouble adjusting to his mother’s life without dad…and life with another woman. There was a relative decaying of the emotions between mother and son which negatively impacted the couple.

The other Tony being an officer, had worked hard to get beyond the harassment she faced in the military. The little cottage in Killeen was a new start for her. Now she had to leave for the Gulf War.  I could see the acute anxiety Tony was facing as she wanted desperately to stay home and nurture her new relationship with Toni and possibly win over the teenager. She played hoops with him several times, they worked on cars together in the garage…maybe if they had more time…

Being a just a neighbor, I only saw Tony through our “good fences” as she tossed marinated meat on the backyard smoker or mowed the St. Augustine lawn. There were several times that she spoke to me about life in the Army and discrimination against women- particularly lesbians. She just wanted to rest, to stay home. Her loyalty to her country constituted a gift for America but a curse for her personal life. One Toni demonized the name of George H.W. Bush. The other Tony did not.  She was a servicewoman, an officer in the United States Army. It was her duty to go to Kuwait.

american-female-soldierThe goodbye of the Toni’s served as tangible proof of their caring relationship. As lesbians living in a military community, the women never displayed affection for one another publicly.

On this day  of their parting, things were different.

I watched shamelessly as the cab came for Tony.

Toni was sobbing endlessly while her son stood at the driveway motionless. He watched as his mother kissed a woman, her lover and partner in life. Tony waved at the boy. He only nodded which angered me. In his lack of emotion, this child was denying his mother and Tony the possibility and comfort of his empathy. More importantly, a denial of their desire to be seen as a couple being torn apart by one’s duty to her country. They were real people, real Americans. Tony was a patriot.

I mention this story of the Fort Hood community because many of my liberal friends fail to see that soldiers are people that carry tremendous burdens and a deep sense of honor, especially towards their fellow servicemen.

This is why I find it difficult to understand the actions of Major Hasan.  The mainstream media spin is now attributing his behavior to his fear of deployment to Iraq or Afghanistan. My liberal anti-war friends are blaming the incident on Bush and the consequences of America’s sins in Iraq.  For most if not all of us, expressing sympathy for the victims should come naturally. NOT THE SHOOTER. Remember who the victims are. Innocent people. Nidal Hasan is a coward.

Before Thursday’s shooting, Hasan reportedly gave away all of his furniture along with copies of the Koran to neighbors, KXXV-TV reported.

Sounds to me as if he knew he would not be coming home…Much like a suicide planning. He could have went AWOL and spared the lives of others. While it is difficult to assess Hasan’s true motives, make no mistake that this man is NOT A GOOD AMERICAN contrary to what his cousin said on Fox News last night.

Nidal’s  cousin offers the excuse that he was harassed by his Army colleagues due to his Middle Eastern ethnicity: “He was dealing with some harassment from his military colleagues.”

This is no excuse. As a psychiatrist in the Army, Hasan was well aware of the proper military channels for dealing with harassment and stress. He was a coward.

Country before political correctness. Hasan is a coward and traitor to our country.

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