You know what? Fuck the hate, I’m done with it. Trump wants the hate to divide our country. United we stand divided we fall..remember that? An America divided is exactly what trump wants & I’m falling for it. So, say it with me “fuck the hate” or words you prefer. I really am, I’m done with it. Hate has to take itself somewhere else because I no longer have it. I won’t allow myself to be controlled like that anymore. By giving into the trump hate, you are allowing yourself to be manipulated by trump, when enough hate exists the divided will fall & trump will win. Don’t allow that to happen. Fuck the hate! I don’t expect this to come easy to anyone, it’s even hard for me, but this change is necessary to overcome trump. I didn’t say complacency. Not at all. And i’ll still get pissed but, fuck the hate. The feeling of that destructive emotion being lifted from my shoulders is an incredible feeling, one that trump does not want you to feel. I’m going to say it one last time. #fuckthehate
Assad the Syrian dictator used chemical weapons 9 times without one response from trump & he even informed the russians of the pending strike therefore assad was told & he evacuated the air base causing this strike to be a 70 million dollar fireworks show. With trump’s approval ratings at historic lows he purported this attack for political reasons only. His new budget & even more devastating new & frightening healthcare act to replace obamacare will undoubtedly result in american deaths & many will be children. He could care less about syrian casualties. Don’t fall for his fake sincerity because there is none. Assad needs to be killed for what he’s done but not by trump whom is under FBI & CIA investigation that will probably result in impeachment & imprisonment for treason. This should be resolved before he harms America further. He has no problem seeing Americans coming home in body bags as long as it furthers his illegal agenda. Syria is a nightmare with many factions fighting for control, it is unwinnable. Trump blocks Syrian war refugees from entering our country but is pretending to care about them now, but still has the same policy. Well I could has summed this article up with a short phrase. “Thanks for the war dickhead”
I don’t know if it’s because i’m turning a year older soon or if i’m just evaluating my life for no good reason, but I do know that life at almost 59 is as awesome as it can get.
I may not have money but i’m wealthy beyond belief. I have a place to live, a few friends, many have died over the last few years, many of them younger than me, but hell that just makes me want to live even more.
I have two daughters that seem to adore me as I them. My wife is the most unbelievable, courageous and loving women i’ve ever meet. We will not survive well without each other, but someday we’ll have to. That’s for another day, not today. She is my entire reason I have made it through the shit I have, and believe in nothing but goodness, did I say goodness, I meant greatness.
Bad things happen, but never believe they will. It will steal your soul right out from under you. None of us live a perfect life but we don’t have to succumb to imperfection. The thoughts in your head can determine your life’s future.
Just because i’m the wealthiest man on the planet does not mean you can’t compete with me. There’s always a reason to love your life. It can be the simplest thing, like a smell you like or maybe just a color. It can be a thousand little things that you normally don’t even notice. Notice them!
Distance yourself from people that make you sad or feel bad about yourself, they are thriving on your insecurities. Don’t give them fuel.
I know i’m extremely lucky to have my family, but it wasn’t always that way, yet here I am the wealthiest man in America.
Find your reason to love your life. There are hundreds of ways to do it. If you can’t find a reason to love your life then the fault only lies within yourself. You can change that and it’s all free. No charge. Just remember that to love your life you first must love yourself and there are so many ways to do that.
Unfortunately to love yourself is a journey that only you can take. It can take sometime and effort but, and i’m not kidding here, it can be done. I know i’ve done it. I’m living the dream. You can too, just believe that you are capable of loving, even something as small as a flower. That’s a damn good start. It will turn into so much more.
So take that leap of faith and realize you are a wealthy person and always have been.
Written by: Mark Kevin Smith
-By Mark Kevin Smith
I am Bipolar and the methods I came up with works, you just have to believe.
Never think about yesterday, it’s gone! Don’t think about tomorrow, it’s not here yet and will take care of itself. Only live for today, the moment or even the hour if needed.
Remember! The only thing you truly have to do is BREATH. Everything else is an elective.
All days are Great, just some are better than others. Tell this to yourself until you believe it.
This Is from a Top Strategist that left the Trump Campaign to tell the truth. If you care About America. READ THIS Open Letter:
One of Donald Trump’s top campaign strategists, former communications director Stephanie Cegielski, has resigned from his campaign in protest of Trump’s ridiculous statement that “only he can solve” the bombing in Pakistan (whatever that might mean). She has penned a devastating open letter to his supporters, explaining to us why she originally supported Trump, and how his excess and dishonesty turned her against him.
She issues a stark warning to Trump supporters that the supposed “authenticity” of Trump is nothing but smoke and mirrors, a soap opera character – and that at the end of the day, Donald Trump only cares about himself. A brutal denunciation of Trump as both a candidate and a person, it might be the most complete evisceration of the orange-haired rabble-rouser yet written.
It will be interesting to see if Donald Trump’s supporters will be able to dismiss this evisceration so easily. They can’t cry “liberal media” or establishment bias – this comes from inside his own camp, the people who know him better than any of his supporters. It’s also a significant indication that Trump’s own advisers are becoming increasingly tired of his racist antics and his utter refusal to formulate any kind of substantial policy proposals. They recognize that he is utterly unprepared for the presidency and has no desire to change that.
An Open Letter to Trump Voters from His Top Strategist-Turned-Defector
Even Trump’s most trusted advisors didn’t expect him to fare this well. Almost a year ago, recruited for my public relations and public policy expertise, I sat in Trump Tower being told that the goal was to get The Donald to poll in double digits and come in second in delegate count. That was it. The Trump camp would have been satisfied to see him polling at 12% and taking second place to a candidate who might hold 50%. His candidacy was a protest candidacy.
It pains me to say, but he is the presidential equivalent of Sanjaya on American Idol. President Trump would be President Sanjaya in terms of legitimacy and authority. And I am now taking full responsibility for helping create this monster — and reaching out directly to those voters who, like me, wanted Trump to be the real deal.
My support for Trump began probably like yours did. Similar to so many other Americans, I was tired of the rhetoric in Washington. Negativity and stubbornness were at an all-time high, and the presidential prospects didn’t look promising.
In 2015, I fell in love with the idea of the protest candidate who was not bought by corporations. A man who sat in a Manhattan high-rise he had built, making waves as a straight talker with a business background, full of successes and failures, who wanted America to return to greatness.
I was sold. Last summer, I signed on as the Communications Director of the Make America Great Again Super PAC. It was still early in the Trump campaign, and we hit the ground running. His biggest competitor had more than $100 million in a Super PAC. The Jeb Bush deep pockets looked to be the biggest obstacle we faced. We seemed to be up against a steep challenge, especially since a big part of the appeal of a Trump candidacy was not being influenced by PAC money.
After the first debate, I was more anxious than ever to support Trump. The exchange with Megyn Kelly was like manna from heaven for a communications director. She appeared like yet another reporter trying to kick out the guest who wasn’t invited to the party. At the time, I felt excited for the change to the debate he could bring. I began realizing the man really resonates with the masses and would bring people to the process who had never participated before.
That was inspiring to me. It wasn’t long before every day I awoke to a buzzing phone and a shaking head because Trump had said something politically incorrect the night before. I have been around politics long enough to know that the other side will pounce on any and every opportunity to smear a candidate.
But something surprising and absolutely unexpected happened. Every other candidate misestimated the anger and outrage of the “silent majority” of Americans who are not a part of the liberal elite. So with each statement came a jump in the polls. Just when I thought we were finished, The Donald gained more popularity.
I don’t think even Trump thought he would get this far. And I don’t even know that he wanted to, which is perhaps the scariest prospect of all.
He certainly was never prepared or equipped to go all the way to the White House, but his ego has now taken over the driver’s seat, and nothing else matters. The Donald does not fail. The Donald does not have any weakness. The Donald is his own biggest enemy. A devastating terrorist attack in Pakistan targeting Christians occurred on Easter Sunday, and Trump’s response was to tweet, “Another radical Islamic attack, this time in Pakistan, targeting Christian women & children. At least 67 dead, 400 injured. I alone can solve.”
Ignoring the fact that at the time Trump tweeted this (time-stamped 4:37 p.m.) the latest news reports had already placed the number differently at 70 dead, 300 injured, take a moment to appreciate the ridiculous, cartoonish, almost childish arrogance of saying that he alone can solve. Does Trump think that he is making a cameo on Wrestlemania (yes, one of his actual credits)?
This is not how foreign policy works. For anyone. Ever. Superhero powers where “I alone can solve” problems are not real. They do not exist for Batman, for Superman, for Wrestlemania and definitely not for Donald Trump.
What was once Trump’s desire to rank second place to send a message to America and to increase his power as a businessman has nightmarishly morphed into a charade that is poised to do irreparable damage to this country if we do not stop this campaign in its tracks.
I’ll say it again: Trump never intended to be the candidate. But his pride is too out of control to stop him now. You can give Trump the biggest gift possible if you are a Trump supporter: stop supporting him.
He doesn’t want the White House. He just wants to be able to say that he could have run the White House. He’s achieved that already and then some. If there is any question, take it from someone who was recruited to help the candidate succeed, and initially very much wanted him to do so.
The hard truth is: Trump only cares about Trump. And if you are one of the disaffected voters — one of the silent majority like me — who wanted a candidate who could be your voice, I want to speak directly to you as one of his biggest advocates and supporters.
He is not that voice. He is not your voice. He is only Trump’s voice. Trump is about Trump. Not one of his many wives. Not one of his many “pieces of ass.” He is, at heart, a self-preservationist.
In fact, many people are not aware of the Trump campaign’s internal slogan, but I will tell you. It is stolen from a make-believe television presidency onThe West Wing where Martin Sheen portrayed President Bartlet. The slogan on the show amongst the idealistic group of Bartlet’s staff was “Let Bartlet Be Bartlet.”
Inside the Trump camp, the slogan became “Let Trump Be Trump.”
It is a repurposed slogan that seemed spot-on for the candidate. He is an intelligent, charismatic man who is involved in every aspect of his organization and would rather speak from the cuff than read briefing notes and recite them. I, in fact, admire Trump for this. But saying this qualifies him to be president is like saying that Seth Rogan is suited to be president. Another extraordinary improvisor, not an extraordinary presidential candidate.
Trump has undoubtedly lived up to the slogan, right down to his main public-relations liaison. Rather than go for a focus-group Washington insider, his communications person had previously taken press calls for the Trump Organization and directed them to the appropriate Trump child. She joked that before joining the campaign she thought “Common Core” was a class at Equinox.
The primary problem with this? What I’ve seen the longer I’ve helped prop him up along with the millions who are helping Trump is that we got the slogan wrong. A more accurate internal slogan would read, “Let Trump Help Trump.”
I don’t dismiss any single Trump constituent, which is why I believe it’s important to let you know that the candidate does.
I, too, think our country has gone off track in its values. I, too, think that we need a dramatic change of course. But I am, in my heart, a policy wonk and a believer in coming to the table with necessary knowledge for leading the free world.
The man does not know policy, nor does he have the humility to admit what he does not know — the most frightening position of all.
I remember watching the second Trump debate and thinking, After this, he is going to have to start hammering it home on policy; the country needs substance to make an informed decision.
I wished for it six months ago and am still waiting for it today. He had an opportunity after the terror attacks in Belgium and instead he used the opportunity to talk about closing the borders and what a mess that country had become. I was appalled that he offered no condolences or words of support; he merely gave his “build a wall” stump speech and talked about his greatness.
I felt sad for him at that moment.
And now, with the latest horrifying terror attack in Pakistan, my sadness has turned into anger.
I consider myself a part of the silent majority that led to Trump’s rise, which is why I want you to know that I am with you — I wanted Trump to be real, too.
He is not.
He even says so himself. His misogyny? That’s the character.
His presidential candidacy? That’s a character, too.
The problem with characters is they are the stuff of soap operas and sitcoms and reality competitions — not political legacies.
Trump made me believe. Until I woke up. And he has no problem abusing your support the same way he cheated hard-working men and women out of millions of dollars, for which he is now being sued.
I came into this eager to support a savvy businessman who received little outside funding. I loved Trump’s outsider status. But a year has now passed since I was first approached to become part of Team Trump.
While the pundits pontificated about what type of PR stunt Trump had up his billion-dollar sleeves, I met with people who convinced me he was serious about changing the political conversation. I wanted to raise millions for him. I wanted to contribute to millions of votes.
And as part of that support, in October, I supported the internal decision to close the Super PAC in order to position him as the quintessential non-politician. I still supported him with great passion after that. The decision to close the Super PAC was part of that devotion to his message of outsider change.
But something was shifting.
Without intending to do so, I began to hear and evaluate him more critically and skeptically as a member of the voting public rather than a communications person charged with protecting his positions.
I no longer felt that he was the leader the country was looking for, and I found myself longing — aching, really — for policy substance that went beyond building a wall and making Mexico pay for it. What were once bold — although controversial — statements now seemed to be attempts to please the crowds, not direction to lead this country to a better place. I began to realize his arrogance and isolation had taken over and were now controlling his message.
And here’s what he tapped into: the unprecedented, unbelievable anger.
Because we are all angry — and we all have a right to be. But Trump is not our champion.
He would stab any one of his supporters in the back if it earned him a cent more in his pocket.
Unfortunately, the more vitriolic Trump has become, the more the people responded to him. That drove him to push the boundaries further and further.
I also started seeing a trend of incompetence and deniability.
When there was a tweet that contained an error, he would blame it on an intern; when there was a photo containing a World War II Nazi Germany background, he would blame it on an intern; when he answered questions in an overtly controversial fashion, he would claim that he did not properly hear the question. He refused to take responsibility for his actions while frequently demanding apologies from others.
Imagine Trump wronged you, even in the smallest possible way. He would go to the grave denying he had ever done anything wrong to you — ever.
Trump acts as if he’s a fictional character. But like Hercules, Donald Trump is a work of fiction.
No matter how many times he repeats it, Trump would not be the “best” at being a president, being in shape, fighting terrorism, selling steaks, and whatever other “best” claim he has made in the last 15 minutes.
He would be the best at something, though. He is the best at looking out for Donald Trump — at all costs.
Don’t let our country pay that price!
Open Letter-Stephanie Cegielski
I was talking to my wife tonight, about nothing important, at that moment I thought I would give every dime I had just to talk to her, then I realized that I hadn’t a dime to give, so I thought that I would give her every second I had left on this planet just to find out what kind of a day she had.
-Written by Mark Kevin Smith
Criticism does not make you smarter or better than the one you are criticizing. In fact, the stuff you are critical of in others is the same stuff you don’t like about yourself.
-Iyanla Vanzant, Simple Reminders
I think a lot of people don’t understand what real romance is. Anyone can buy flowers, candy, and jewelry, there’s no love in that. The true romantic things in life are those little things you do every day to show you care, and that you’re thinking of them.
It’s going out of your way to make them happy. The way you hold her hand when you know she’s scared, or save the last piece of cake for her. The random text in the middle of the day, just to say “I love you” or “I miss you”.
The way she stops to kiss you when she passes by. It’s dedicating her favorite song to her, and letting her eat your fries; telling her she’s beautiful, even when she’s in her sweats; with her hair in a ponytail and no makeup.
It’s putting your favorite show on pause so she can tell you about her day, and laughing at her jokes even the lame ones. It’s slow dancing in the kitchen and kissing in the rain. Romance isn’t about buying, it’s about giving. True romance is in the gestures.
-Quotes n Thoughts
A young man went to seek an important position at a large printing company. He passed the initial interview and was going to meet the director for the final interview. The director saw his resume, it was excellent. And asked,’
“Have you received a scholarship for school?” The boy replied, “No”.
‘It was your father who paid for your studies? ” Yes.’ He replied.
‘Where does your father work? ‘ ‘My father is a Blacksmith’
The Director asked the young man to show him his hands.
The young man showed a pair of hands soft and perfect.
‘Have you ever helped your parents at their job? ‘
‘Never, my parents always wanted me to study and read more books. Besides, he can do the job better than me.
The director said:
‘I have got a request: When you go home today, go and wash the hands of your father and then come see me tomorrow morning.’
The young man felt his chance to get the job was high.
When he returned to his house he asked his father if he would allow him to wash his hands.
His father felt strange, happy, but with mixed feelings and showed his hands to his son. The young man washed his hands, little by little. It was the first time that he noticed his father’s hands were wrinkled and they had so many scars. Some bruises were so painful that his skin shuddered when he touched them.
This was the first time that the young man recognized what it meant for this pair of hands to work every day to be able to pay for his studies. The bruises on the hands were the price that his father payed for his education, his school activities and his future.
After cleaning his father’s hands the young man stood in silence and began to tidy and clean up the workshop. That night, father and son talked for a long time.
The next morning, the young man went to the office of the director.
The Director noticed the tears in the eyes of the young man when He asked him,
‘Can you tell me what you did and what you learned yesterday at your house?’
The boy replied: ‘I washed my father’s hands and when I finished I stayed and cleaned his workshop.’
‘Now I know what it is to appreciate and recognize that without my parents, I would not be who I am today. By helping my father I now realize how difficult and hard it is to do something on my own. I have come to appreciate the importance and the value in helping my family.
The director said, “This is what I look for in my people. I want to hire someone who can appreciate the help of others, a person who knows the hardship others go through to accomplish things, and a person who realizes that money is not his only goal in life”.
‘You are hired’.
Author unknow-Parable seen by Kathleen Faye Dawson
I think it’s very healthy to spend time alone. You need to know how to be alone and not be defined by another person.
At the end of life, what really matters is not what we bought, but what we built; not what we have, but what we shared; not our competence, but our character; and not our success, but our significance. Live a life that matters. Live a life of love.
-Quotes and Sayings, Author Unknown.
Intimacy is not about sex. It’s about having revealing conversations that last till 4 am. It’s about sharing secrets and fears. It’s about giving someone your attention when 10 others are asking for it. And it’s about that someone special alway being in the back of your mind no matter how busy you are.