Minimizing the Economic Burden that Obama Unconstitutionally Placed on Americans

I did not want a president and I did not want to vote. I was perfectly happy not wanting any president.

However, I also do not want to pay taxes and you cannot live one day in Washington State without paying some sort of tax. So, I strategically caved and voted for Trump based on him being the closest thing to anti-establishment that may ever be president in my lifetime.

And I will be damned if that man hasn't already come through for me (on his first day in office) and the people of America who have been taxed for far too long. 

I encourage everyone to know how to read legislation and legalese since that is the language that controls Americans, so here is the full text of President Trump's Executive Order Minimizing the Economic Burden of the Patient Protection and Affordable Care Act Pending Repeal,  signed January 20, 2017.

The gem of it, to me anyway, is Section 2, which is so beautiful I had to make an image of it just to accentuate its outstanding awesomeness (below). It got me all verklempt when I read it, so consider yourself warned; it's a tear-jerker.

Granted, I know the anti-statist argument against executive orders too well, and I do not care to hear it; because it is the intention behind the order that speaks volumes more to me than the fact it is an evil executive order, so keep it to yourself and enjoy!


Nobody Intimidates Baby: When Life Gives You Watermelons, Carry Them

Have you ever been told that you are intimidating? Better yet, have you ever been told that you are intimidating when you are the one who feels intimidated? Welcome to my work.
I'm about as much of a Baby-awkwardly-carrying-a-watermelon-through-a-pack-of-dirty-dancers as one can be when it comes to my current work situation this past year and a half, as an official cart-wielding, name-badge-wearing housekeeper in a privately-owned luxury retirement facility where I make life better for some outstanding (and very independent) members of the Greatest Generation.

From court reporter to housekeeper, that is me; and it is totally intimidating to work in a position where I am the only white American female who speaks English as her first language in the housekeeping department (and, no, I don't get paid more for the privilege of being white and speaking English). 

Seriously, now, how is being the minority in this situation not intimidating? 

I am an introvert on someone else's property, away from people I know, in a community where I do not feel I belong, doing a job I never imagined doing (nor was ever encouraged to do), following coercive OSHA mandates, and getting paid a wage well below the value of my work productivity; add to all of that, being a minority of one amongst a group of women who speak a common language, share a common culture, and communicate with ease to each other (when I am the one in my native land and home state). Call me a girl, but this is an intimidating situation. 

I mean, am I the only one who gets intimidated or scared when I have to stand alone, or go through a process alone, or learn something new alone; especially when there is a group of people around me who have already done it and now get to watch me awkwardly carry a watermelon across the dance floor? It's not embarrassing as much as it is intimidating and scary to be out of my comfort zones in so many ways at one time.

So, as a result of feeling intimidated, what do I do? I own the intimidation and project it back by playing the game my dad taught me in court reporting: The goal of the game is to make them believe that you know what you're doing. Thanks, dad! So that's what I do; I arm myself with enough confidence to believe that I can handle anything that comes my way, along with the wisdom to recognize when to defer to more experienced people for help. 

Granted, my confidence shifts from day to day, ebbing and flowing with the changing tides in my mind, between self-doubt and self-confidence; and, boy, if that doesn't make life more exasperating at times than is necessary.

But I do get it though; as an English-speaking, natural American citizen who knows her legal rights better than most and doesn't appear scared to speak up (even though she is more scared than anyone will ever know), I appear intimidating due to the confidence I project....all 5-foot-4-inches, 120 pounds of petite little me (who is actually the giant of the housekeepers!).

The fact is that confidence can be intimidating even when it is being faked, and that is what is so amusing about being told by my boss that I am intimidating, because I am faking to compensate for how intimidated I am by everything around me! Nobody intimidates Baby.


Not My Anarchy: What Anarchy Isn't

I am turning the anarchy topic on its head for a moment; rather than telling you what I think anarchy is, I will tell you what I think anarchy isn't. How's that for anarchy?
Anarchy, in its purest form, is not following others; and this is affirmed by the word itselfThe term anarchy, at its Greek root, translates to 'without rulers or leaders.' Therefore, anarchy is not following others, nor being ruled by others.

In fact, the antonym (opposite) of 'leader' is 'follower.'  Now, since there cannot be a leader without a follower, anarchy theoretically cannot exist with followers; because, as already stated, anarchy is to be without leaders, and it also means to be without followers since one cannot exist without the other.

To follow is to be led and ruled, either physically or philosophically; and to follow a group -- especially a group of anarchists -- is about as far away as one can get from practicing pure, unadulterated anarchy. 

Rhetorically speaking, if all the anarchists don't vote, wouldn't it be anarchy to vote so long as that is what one wants to do for oneself? 

I mean, if an anarchist wants to vote and doesn't vote because a group of anarchists tell her not to, then that is not anarchy. That is being told what to do by a group and following their rules, not your own rules.

Honestly, now, if all the anarchists are doing the same thing, then where is the anarchy? More importantly, where is the thinking?

Anarchy is not about being complacent in one's thinking, ever, because that is when it becomes easy to be led by others and to mindlessly do what others do, or do what others want you to do for them without question; and that is not my anarchy. 


Randian Rebus: How to Pronounce Ayn Rand's Name

Finally! An accurate representation of the pronunciation of Ayn Rand. 

Somebody had to do it, and as every good reader of Rand knows: The question isn't who is going to let me, it's who is going to stop me; so I did it, and I didn't ask permission to do it.

I had no intention of creating a graphic design for Ayn Rand's birthday (2/2/1905), but I managed to do it subconsciously. The idea for this rebus popped into my head a couple nights ago the way lots of my ideas do, while trying to fall asleep. When I was able to create it the following night I was ecstatic with the results. What do you think?

For those who don't know, Ayn is not pronounced 'Anne', like Anne of Green GablesRather, Ayn is pronounced with a long i sound, like the eye of the tiger, or like the 'I' when speaking in the first person. 

But I couldn't use just the letter i because 'IN' capitalized is an uppercase 'in', and how would anyone know to pronounce it 'Ayn' when it's spelled as 'in'? Duh, silly letters! Thus, I used the human eye to represent the proper pronunciation and it turned out 'brilliant,' to quote a couple comments I have received on the work so far (thanks!).

As far as Rand goes, it's fairly self-explanatory and isn't mispronounced the way her first name is; but for the sake of clarification, Rand's pronunciation rhymes with the word 'band.' Hopefully this will clear the air on how to pronounce Ms. Rand's name for anyone who was unsure.