Religion in American Politcs

Published June 11, 2013 by debrabellink

Religion in American politics and hawkishness by the religious right has been underestimated. these become very important during economic downturns  causing a low boiling panic. Ignorance is definitely not bliss.

The American south was heavily steeped in covenanted relationships with God. when the yankee troops left from the south, God was heralded to have kept his attachment to the south  who felt they had kept the covenant.  the south’s white conservative politicians were then named ‘redeemers.’

the north was able to boast victory and one hundred years later a religious and political transformation transported the south to an influential place in the nation as a whole.l

Is the south a nation within? they seem to think so, and are happy with that. very happy.

William Faulkner said, “the past is never dead. it’s not even past.’ and so it goes for the white conservative south.

 

 

next,  the bush (W) states known as Jesusland.,

Chicago Board of Education votes to shut down 50 ‘underutilized’ schools

Published May 24, 2013 by debrabellink

nearly 50 schools to be shuttered is a shameful national tragedy. this story should be the top story after the Oklahoma disaster. for children to be turned away from schools helps no one. the only part of our population where these closings will not be felt will be the wealthy and their children. it sickens me, and I don’t believe there is no where for money to be raised somehow in the united states to keep Chicago schools open. after all haven’t we been pounding out for years ‘OUR CHILDREN NEED TO LEARN’ here are kids who want to learn and the plug has been pulled on them. what now? alcohol, drugs, trouble, jail, no job, and probably many will have mental health problems. what the hell is the matter with conservative republicans. these kids are our future. are you so cheap and selfish that you care not even for our children. some of you won’t allow money for the tragedy in Oklahoma. shame on you, shame, shame, republicans.

HURTGEN (excerpt)

Published July 13, 2012 by debrabellink

Dan took a second off from watch, his rifle close to him.

The air was brisk, the black stark of the sky sprinkled with white twinkling lights and its awsomeness brought a spirituality down on him.

    Dan thought God existed at this young point in his life.

     Having a pregnant wife at home did not keep him for being picked for this.

     His stress was fantastic. Dan knew he had to make it home, there were no two ways about it.

     Picking a small hole out of the frozen dirt made the men sweat in the fifteen degrees below cold.

     The shovels rang out as if hitting rock making  foxholes impossible to dig.

     A shortage of socks made frostbite a hungry enemy.

     Promised cover, the Americans got none.

     The weather wasn’t in the mood to cooperate.

     Heavy clouds wouldn’t lift.  They hung over the area for months.

     Dan took a break from digging.  He balanced the point of the shovel on the ground.  His wrist hung over the handle. His forhead pushed against his hand and he thought of Carole, Juditha, and home.

     His friends, most of which were now overseas, wound through his mind.

     Dan’s brother was out there in France somewhere in this hell.

     Dan never had a problem making fast friends and keeping them fro many years.  They remained loyal to him for a life time. 

     He had a massive sense of humor and personality. Trying to have fun in a mischevious way.

     This caused his mother a great deal of shame because Dan had the perpensity to get into trouble.  Nothing big.  He just happened to be a rascal.

     Winter broke, but not the weather. The rain and mud it left had been cursed by the soldiers whose boots and feet were entirely soaked and encased in mud.

     Men huddled in circles of four or five, smoking, talking and once in a while, laughing.  They banged their boots together, at which time a huge hunk of mud would hit the ground. Underneath the mud, the souls softened.

     The fighting slowed for a while on the German side.

     Then from everywhere and unexpectedly, the Germans attacked with tanks and infantry.

     A bombing raid carried out by the German Air Force told their use of prop planes. They were trying to destroy the roads which ran through the small town, just liberated.  There were no casualties for the Americans, but most of the towns people and allied troops were killed.

          August brought the beaches, the end of August-Paris, and St. denis Chatenay-en-France, September-Belgium, October-Rott, Germany.

      Now it turned December once again.  The ground was hard, again and again a heavy cloud cover sat over the American troops keeping allied planes on the ground and out of the sky  The men, once again sat without ground cover from above.

     The Hurtgen Forest, and the Bloody Bucket at odds with the Germans.

     Dan smashed his cigarette with his boot. 

     The damn clouds wouldn’t break.  Sure would be hell of alot easier if there were some dry socks around.

     Dan, always letting freedom ring, was cold and hungry and exhausted from crouching and marching through the mud, blood, and snow.

    ” No foxhle, you duck, you dive into the mud.  Man this shit’s for da boids.”  He pushed a cigerette pack from his upper olive green jacket pocket.

     “Hey Jack, you want a butt?”

     “Yeah, I’ll do that.”  It was Amos.  

     Both men lit off the one match Dan had struck.

     “Look at mah boots,” said Amos.  “Man they have had their day, shit all this mud gonna turn ’em to mush.  I can feel ma toes turnin’ blue.”

     “How do you feel your toes turning blue, are they depreessed ’cause they way past hurtin’?  We aught to get a medic Amos.  Christ all mighty, you’ve got frost bite probably.”

     “A medic. Sheeeit, I’ll lose my damn toes by the time a medic’s able to make it here.”

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Published February 25, 2012 by debrabellink

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