My Letter to Obama after Virginia & New Jersey

I sent this letter to the President afer the Virgina and New Jersey elections.
And yes, I do write to the White House. I know it's probably a waste of time, but I humored myself into thinking my voice counted.



Good Evening President Obama!



It's been awhile since I've written you. I believe the last letter was about healthcare.


As I sit writing on this election night, I can't help but reflect back to your election one year ago. Although I didn't vote for you, I did have high hopes that my misgivings about your lack of leadership experience would be overcome. I believe you've let Ms. Pelosi and Mr. Reid run wild with what they (and perhaps you) thought was a mandate a year ago.


By the way, I grew up in a Chicago suburb, and I KNOW about the Chicago Democrat Machine. (My uncle spent time in federal prison for income tax evasion after his mayoral terms ended.)


I believe you've surrounded yourself with some questionable people. The "Czars" are one example of political power & patronage gone awry!


So why am I writing to you?


Listening to Virginians talk tonight they stated their main concern was JOBS!


It dawned on me that this is so SIMPLE!


It's Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs. The bottom of the pyramid is as follows:


PHYSIOLOGICAL:  Basic survival needs; water, air, food and sleep.


SAFETY:  desire for steady employment, (jobs) health insurance, safe neighborhoods


So, while healthcare is definitely important, having a job more imprortant. That job provides food, clothing etc.


There's no doubt healthcare needs reform. ( I'm a nurse.)


But the bills from the House and Senate are not well thought out. It's like they threw a bunch of mud on the wall and they're waiting to see what sticks. Is his really any way to reform healthcare, seeing what crap sticks? I don't think so. Take Time!! Wait! You'll earn more respect with a leaner, smaller & responsive healthcare plan. Be a LEADER!


I write a blog about nursing, my loves, my passion, and well of course, some politics. Yesterday, I posted three blogs. The one I'd like to focus is not the one on Afghanistan. The one I'd like you to read is "Gratitude..."


It features a song that the late Wayman Tisdale recorded on his CD "21 Days."


When I listened to the children say Thank you, it dawned on me that it really is that simple:


Thank you Jesus:



For putting clothes on my back!


For my family!


For my life!


For my food!


For waking us up this morning!


For our schools!


For my sister!


For my brother!


For my Mom!


Jesus Bless this generation!






Keep it simple! Then the rest will follow!


Thanks for the time!


Carol


http://mamababy-queenofhearts.blogspot.com/

Confession: I am a Mama Bear

I confess. I am a Mama Bear. Actually now I’m a Grandma Bear. When I became a mother/grandmother I took an oath to protect.



My adult children know I’m a Mama Bear when it comes to protecting them.


I remember when David was six years old and was bonked on the noggin in a T-Ball game. There I was dashing out on the field like an olympics runner. Then there was the time in high school during the Varsity Football Game when he injured his ankle and wanted to go back in the game, there I was telling the coach no way. ( I did learn my lesson by the time he played football for the University of San Diego. He injured his ankle again and I stayed put!)


When Lori was in 5th grade, I picked her up at school at noon because it was a teacher’s conference day. As she got into the car she burst into tears. All of the girls were going to McDonalds and didn't invite her. I was seething, but very calmly told her a story from my grammar school days, (Joey T story) and fickle girl rejection. Then we went to McDonalds sat down and ate lunch!


Shari was in 7th grade when her friends chipped in and bought her a "Guess" jean jacket. She loved that jacket! And then someone stole it from her locker. I bought her another jacket, and that was stolen as well. She came home crying. I visited the principal’s office and demanded the jacket be reimbursed.


Both girls were on the same softball team for a couple of years. The coaches were team fathers. Some of those guys were crazy and quite often acted like children themselves. There was a father who was the 3rd base coach. During the game he yelled at all the girls, kicked the dirt and used profane language. (The Head Coach never stopped the father’s tirades.) Most of the parents in the stands were appalled. But no one said anything.


Where I come from (Chicago,) those actions require intervention. So I yelled, “Hey coach! Shut up! Quit yelling at the girls!” The guy stopped, looked at me and started yelling again! At the end of the game, I ran from the stands and proceeded to read him the riot act. I told him in no uncertain terms that I thought his behavior was awful and I wouldn’t tolerate it. He needed to stop berating the girls or I’d have him banned from the games! After I finished my “talk”, I turned around to look at the parents in the stands. (I expected applause for my bravery.) Their mouths were open in shock. No one said anything to me.


Sometimes being a Mama Bear is controversial.


Why this long story?


I've been trying to figure out why I've become so outspoken about President Obama. He took an oath to protect the Constitution and the American people.


He’s the head coach. He’s turned over economic recovery and healthcare to people who are inept, self centered, politically motivated yellers! (With some dirt kicking and profanity, too) And the people in the stands are appalled!




This is my message to the President! Man-Up! Be a Mama Bear!