The Four ‘R’s’

I’m absolutely tired of the rabid radical liberals that demand tolerance, while then calling for those they disagree with to be killed or harmed in some way. I’m also sick of the insults and the twisting of words and the changing of the subject in mid-stream to try and make it all still seem like the other person’s fault or ignorance or whatever, when facts are pointed out that are inconvenient to the initial attack or any other attacks that follow along the way. And I am definitely tired of the attacks that sound as though they are coming straight from the mental ward, but then… I am being redundant. What rabid radical doesn’t sound as though he or she is raving from the locked ward behind that iron fence?

I posted a piece about an incident, not so much because of the incident itself, but rather, to show how some of the “tolerant” rabid radical liberals tweeted hopes for harm, and even death, upon those they didn’t agree with. How dare I do that. I’m an idiot, don’t you know? I listened to the wrong people. I was wrong about what took place involving the incident. That’s what I was told. Okay. Since I wasn’t talking about the incident itself, but rather, what took place on Twitter (in response to the incident) via some rabid radical liberals, how was I wrong about the details of the incident that I wasn’t even talking about?

(When you figure that one out — let me know.)

This irrational approach to what some call “debate” is nothing more than vicious rabid attacks and has nothing to do with discussion. It’s an attempt to intimidate and discredit. Ever hear of Saul Alinsky and his book, “Rules for Radicals”?

The rules

  1. “Power is not only what you have, but what the enemy thinks you have.”
  2. “Never go outside the expertise of your people.”
  3. “Whenever possible, go outside the expertise of the enemy.”
  4. “Make the enemy live up to its own book of rules.”
  5. “Ridicule is man’s most potent weapon.”
  6. “A good tactic is one your people enjoy.”
  7. “A tactic that drags on too long becomes a drag.”
  8. “Keep the pressure on. Never let up.”
  9. “The threat is usually more terrifying than the thing itself.”
  10. “The major premise for tactics is the development of operations that will maintain a constant pressure upon the opposition.”
  11. “If you push a negative hard enough, it will push through and become a positive.”
  12. “The price of a successful attack is a constructive alternative.”
  13. “Pick the target, freeze it, personalize it, and polarize it.”

I bet there are people following those rules that never even heard of the guy or knew there were rules to follow. You know, the copy-cat people that can’t think for themselves and just think it’s cool to follow the leader wherever that leader might lead them for whatever reason they are leading them to wherever and whatever they are leading them to.

I’m sure there are the vicious ones that feel this follow-hood of the rabid radical liberal is the perfect follow-hood that condones their natural desires to intimidate, demean and brutally lash out at others for the fun of it, while pretending to be the intellectual superior to all things and people not agreeing with himself — the rabid radical.

I’m sure of a great many things and one of those things is…

Playing the “Alinsky Game” with the fools that really aren’t as intelligent as they think they are — is a true waste of time. They are actually the joke they try to claim others to be. Slowly, the word is getting out though. Hopefully, the movement back towards sanity and common sense will start moving a bit faster. After all, it would be nice to have actual discussions and actual attempts for people to work together to find a “fix” to the problems that are affecting us all in this world gone crazy.

Rabid radicals sure haven’t fixed anything, as they scream racism and war on women and other such things where it doesn’t exist.

Rabid radicals certainly haven’t helped bring people to the table to logically, and in cooperation, work on identifying actual problems and on finding a solution.

Rabid radicals have, instead, bred hostility and division, as they *LMFAO* in an attempt to mock and belittle others, rather than discuss issues and seek possible answers.

With rabid radicals — there is no conversation — there is only ridicule and disjointed attacks full of accusations from somewhere out there in left field.

Don’t take my word for it — watch the conversations and see for yourself.

It’s time to stop playing the “Alinsky Game” of the rabidly, radical, redundant rodents! It’s time to take the conversation back!

Originally published at the American Clarion
The Four ‘R’s’ by Carrie K. Hutchens
April 14, 2014 at 3:56 am

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The Strawman Over-Dose: An Adventure in Madness

The Strawman argument is nothing new. It’s present day use, however, often takes one on a journey of madness. A madness unlike any other in any place at any time – or so it seems as it goes on and on and on. Will the journey never end? I beg that it might.

I’m not sure where the modern liberal came from, but I certainly wish there was a recall on the current model. The hatred… the willingness to lie with such sense of righteousness… is all a bit much to experience as a daily (and nightly) diet, as they linger everywhere waiting to pounce and proclaim whatever nonsense is the nonsense for the day. Don’t they ever rest? Perhaps they could snuggle with the Strawman and take a nap – a long nap in the field of cognitive renewal.

It is interesting when one launches into a Strawman argument, is called on it and then suggests the person doesn’t know what one is. Either the launcher had no clue or thought he could “brain toy” his proposed victim into utter frustration and submission. He picked the wrong target.

The game is on and it appears there is a Strawman training camp among us. A camp where people are programmed with misinformation & willingness to deceive with the air of righteousness.

Politicians and media seem to be taking the Strawman method to a new level, making statement of fact what actually isn’t fact, but mere allegation or lie. Truth seems to be of little concern. Say it… get the thought out there to be spread… and fade back into the woodwork. However, it is turning back on them more and more each day.

One example of the media-in-Straw comes to us from The New York Times. The NYT stated there was a wiretap and apparently thinks we are to believe. However, when Trump claims there is one – the New York Times abruptly claims there wasn’t? (Does the New York Times realize it is calling itself a liar, if it calls Trump one?) An interesting piece on the topic is by Kevin Jackson, NY Times DENIES ITS OWN REPORTING on Trump Wiretaps.”

We continue to hear about the Russian Collusion. Such irony.

The investigations have not found ANY evidence of ANY collusion between Trump (or his campaign) and Russia. When that is pointed out to the the anti-Trump politician & media crowd, the response is usually something to the effect – “that’s why we need an investigation.”

Reminds me of that Einstein quote: “Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results”.

Now that Trump has agreed he or his campaign was wiretapped, we have the faithful anti-Trump group demanding he provide proof by Monday, March 13th. I don’t understand. He asked for an investigation, but he is not allowed one? Immediately it is determined (without investigation) there was no wiretap because a couple of guys in the government said so? Why didn’t they say so before? Why didn’t they say it at the onset of the claim? Why did they wait until Trump said it?

The media provides us mostly with slams to Trump and anyone associated with him, with a few countering those allegations. So, who is telling the truth? It can’t be both ways.

It would be easy to write an essay on this topic of the new Strawman method that involves more than simply Trump. It’s everywhere. It’s an over-dose of unsubstantiated or known false claims in the media and hot off politicians’ lips. It’s definitely an adventure in madness. May truth hijack the journey and return the world to sanity!

Originally published at American Clarion
March 13, 2017 at 6:45 am

Time to Move On, Mr. President

President Obama at his anti-gun press conference (Official White House Photo)

It’s time to move on and out of the political realm you have over-seen for the past eight years, Mr. President. Two terms to a customer and you’ve had yours. You have. You really have. And, no matter how difficult it is for you to let go of your power – it’s up on January 20th. You do realize that, don’t you?

I know. I know it is difficult for you not to be in the lime light. And… what about your followers? What will they do without seeing you? What will they do without your voice to guide them in all ways? It will be a shock. There will be withdrawals. But then… all things must come to an end… even the reign of a president so self-admired as you. Yes, Mr. President, your term is at its end. You must move on.

Okay, I’m sure you will worry about us. What will we do without your superior intelligence and willingness to make all our decisions for us. Don’t worry. We’ll figure it out. You just go on, ’cause – it is time for you to move on.

I get it! You envy the senators and representatives who get to remain after you move on. You want to be the hero leading the charge. However, their terms aren’t up – yours is. It’s your turn to move on, if I haven’t mentioned it before.

Don’t worry – I’ll think about you from time to time, especially when I hear the names Gates, Martin, Brown, Ferguson, Baltimore, Sharpton, BLM, Holder, Lynch, Clinton, ObamaCare, ACA, Iran, Lerner, Jarrett, Weiner and so on. Yes, you’ll be right there on my mind, as I am sure you will be on the minds of others. Your true legacy will be intact. It will be saved for you and only you. Honest.

Now…

Take a deep breath. On your mark. Get ready. Get set. Time to move on, Mr. President. Bye!

Originally published at American Clarion
January 5, 2017 at 6:17 am /

Will the Madness of Radical Liberalism Never End

Trump won. It is reality. It doesn’t matter if people like it or not. It doesn’t matter if liberals (some allegedly paid) take to the streets and destroy every city block in every city throughout the US. Nothing is changed. Nothing except the new ways that the liberals try to change the results to fit their reality. New ways like the alleged death threats to members of the electoral college and Dr. Jill Stein’s sudden last minute recount demands to supposedly ensure the integrity of the election. The madness is upon us and only getting more bizarre.

According to The Detroit News article, “Michigan electors cite threats over Trump vote“, (Michael Gerstein – 11/17/16) Michael Banerian has received numerous emails wishing him to change his vote – some even threatening him if he didn’t.

“You have people saying ‘you’re a hateful bigot, I hope you die,’ ” he said. “I’ve had people talk about shoving a gun in my mouth and blowing my brains out. And I’ve received dozens and dozens of those emails. Even the non-threatening-my-life emails are very aggressive.”

The Detroit News verified one message containing a death wish and another containing a death threat, in which the person told Banerian he would “put a bullet” in his mouth. Banerian said he deleted the rest of the emails and messages “because as you can imagine they’re clogging up my email.”

Are we to assume the radical liberals misread the memo that suggested the Trump supporters would turn violent and thought it was a call for them to do so? Or… perhaps… it is the radical liberal that is prone to the violence they claim of others.

Banerian is merely one of the victims of the liberal attack. There are others. Simply put – one is too many. It isn’t acceptable behavior by anyone or any side. It needs to be stopped and it needs to be stopped immediately. As a matter of fact – those who threatened violence – should be arrested. Perhaps a visit in the local jail and appearance before a judge will finally lead them to realization that threatening someone’s life is actually a serious matter that gets people in serious trouble – even them.

But who knows.

Modern day radical liberals seem to live in some other universe, where they see themselves entitled to have all things their way at all times.

Truth and integrity seem to be irrelevant.

Intolerance is their way of life as hate is spewed in the name of love and tolerance.

Irrational is a kind description as the liberals stand with those who kill women, children and gays, while calling the conservative a threat and so awful for having offended by word or differing opinion.

The radical liberal can’t seem to accept a loss. Instead, this type of person appears to seek out technicalities to destroy wins they don’t like. Dr. Jill Stein seems to have joined the latter group with her last minute attempts to call for recounts in three states. Not surprising, the three states she picked are ones that Trump won.

Liberals have asked what Trump supporters are scared of. Unbelievable. The radical liberal trying to play innocent, when the death threats, riots and destruction makes quite clear they are not.

The madness is no longer a mere annoyance. It is destroying our country. It is destroying our relationships. It has no path to righteousness, justice or the pursuit of happiness. It is time to stop the movement of insanity and tantrums and return to logic and common sense. With Trump – the one who fairly won the election – we shall have a chance to escape the madness of radical liberalism and return to the United State of America where PC once again stands for Personal Computer.

The madness of radical liberalism is on notice.

Time for change.

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Originally published at American Clarion

Truth Ignored: Foreboding & Rambling Whispers

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The shadows follow into the night, brushing against the moment and cloaking in a chill of foreboding and rambling whispers.

A lone star mocks.

A chirp betrays.

A breeze moans.

Darkness dances and whirls in a haunting silence — the tune long forgotten — the steps mimicking and purposeless.

A fox cringes.

A bird soars in terror.

A cloud wanders.

A town sits alone and frightened in its despair of life that was, but now only memories burning and bitter in hopelessness.

Yesterday calls.

The night cries.

A tree falters.

The shadows follow into the night, brushing against the moment and cloaking in a chill of foreboding and rambling whispers, as the blasts come closer… closer… closer… until they are heard no more.

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The Icy Chill

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The icy chill of winter, clinging beyond its time, mocks and dances against the lonely night of darkness where no friendly voice speaks and no hopeful hand rests.

The chill… the darkness… the hopelessness embraces and suffocates.

Cries begging for mercy race to the heavens, as man drags still another unwilling soul into the pit of vile corruption that seeks to crush and devour.

The chill… the darkness… the hopelessness embraces and suffocates.

A hopeful challenge sings against the confusion, with no one to listen and few to remember the days when the world was not encouraged to sink into the incomprehension of utter insanity.

The chill… the darkness… the hopelessness embraces and suffocates.

Madness and rage erupt into boiling lava of confused hate and lost reason, as the masses seek to feast upon the spirit of all others not they or theirs.

The chill… the darkness… the hopelessness embraces and suffocates.

A dream, or a nightmare, there was a moment… a moment somewhere within time… a moment touched with a vague sense of humanity and good purpose.

The chill… the darkness… the hopelessness embraces and suffocates.

Where… where did those moments of a dream go?  Did they travel far or just beyond the glimpse of a horizon hidden?

Did the chill… the darkness… the hopelessness embrace and suffocate all hope of a tomorrow to be as once was? 

The answers await within the night not present.  Only in a distant tomorrow will the truth be revealed to survivors of the icy chill that dances within the darkness where no friendly voice speaks and no hopeful hand rests. 

The saved or the damned?  Only they shall know as they emerge into whatever has become.

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Nonsense Card: Over-the-limit & Declined

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I started reading an article at a site that I normally avoid. My reason for avoiding it is that I feel it has over-the-top in leanings and often claiming absolutes that I know to be false. I find that irritating — not amusing. Nevertheless, I started reading and sure enough, by the sixth paragraph — and they weren’t large paragraphs — he says he suspects there are a lot of people who do not like Obama for no other reason than his skin color. The nonsense card in play again. Give me a break!

Obama is in his “second” term of office. If his skin color was such a major issue, he wouldn’t have been elected the first time, much less a second. What part of this does the “skin color” fetish cult not get?

On the other hand, this nonsense card that people have been using for political and personal gain, has been way over-used and is now over-the-limit and being declined. It’s nonsense. People can actually disagree with Obama and his inept team and it not have a single morsel of anything to do with anybody’s skin color. I’m serious. It’s true. It’s reality. Get a grip on it.

People trying to play the nonsense card, need to step back and take a long look at their motives. Are they standing with Obama & Pals because they believe he is right or because they feel they are some new breed of people championing the “skin color” war they perceive in their delusional world? If it is the latter, perhaps it’s time to look around at all the shades of color in high places. This isn’t the 1800’s or 1960’s. We’ve come a long ways from those days — a very long ways!

Is the world cleansed of all discrimination? No, and it never will be. Somewhere… sometime… someone will be discriminated against for some reason. However, discrimination is not wide-spread as has been suggested in the past six years, and especially since Ferguson, MO. Not everything that happens good or bad has to do with race. It can happen for all kinds of reasons. It can happen because of poverty. It can happen because of age. It can happen because of disability. It can happen because of lack of knowledge and/or skills. And… get this… not everything (not to our liking) that happens has anything to do with discrimination of any sort. It can happen for all kinds of reasons. Sometimes a person can be wrong. Sometimes it can happen because of attitude. That’s right. It can happen to a person because the person’s attitude stinks.

People have a right to disagree with Obama & Pals, just like anyone has ever had a right to disagree with any president before. It happens. It happens because it happens. Playing this nonsense card to try to make a disagreement of policy or actions or words into a race issue instead, is an attempt to distract from the possibility the accused is right and Obama might just be wrong. (Sorry to burst a bubble, but Obama can be wrong, too!)

It’s time to get honest. It’s time to deal with real issues and not ones created for political and personal gain. It’s time to stop immediately seeing every disagreement with Obama as a matter of “skin color” and thereby ignoring the possibility there is good cause for disagreement. It’s time the nonsense card be declined and cancelled. Yes, it is definitely time.

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Darkness of the Corruptor

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Once again, I strove to be… to thrive and with dreams to see, but the darkness of the corrupt — it seems — had no mercy this day for me.

Reaching for truth has lost its sparkle of golden rays.  Instead, how many laugh at honesty and bid one to take another’s position, possessions and earned rewards?  It has come to be the way of some, who haunt the ones of righteous heart.  It has become a taunt and a tease and a call to appease the lord of darkness too many have come to honor in such merriment and giggly delight.

Why don’t we all join, so we can be one, they seem to wonder — never understanding why we say, “no” and go on trying to reach the bright light of hope and success in goodness and effort true.

It is a time of darkness that looms within the day to defile our efforts, as it delights in mocking us at every turn and blocking every path of chance to be.

It is a darkness that suffocates and pulls us down into the whirling slime of efforts failed… efforts failed at the hands of others far too strong for us to fight.

It is a darkness that needs our souls, if it is to become the ruler of the Universe it so covets and so long fought to conquer and destroy.

Oh yes, it is a darkness… a darkness that is embracing the world with hate and violence and an intolerance for anything that is good and pure.  It hates and bids others to hate.  It kills and bids others to kill.  For it has no heart.  It has no compassion.  It only has greed and desperate need to be all-powerful this day and all days ever left to be.

Today becomes yesterday.  One day survived.  Tomorrow moves on to a new today where darkness will follow and not only fight to remain — it will fight to reign over all that remain, including you and me.  For, alas, that is where we have come to be, unless tomorrow we see and take back all that we once were and fought so desperately to be.

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Still Another Day More

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Terror fills my being in the shadows of this night.  I know not what tomorrow shall bring, but I do know what has been promised to be my fate at human hands.  How can this be my destiny?

Tears stream down my burning cheeks.  Sobs take my breath as if to suffocate all that I am… all that I have been… all that shall ever be or not be for me.

Hope mocks the moment and dares me to believe.  Dares me to believe that there shall be anything beyond this moment and the darkness that fills every space where hope once rested.

I feel empty… oh so empty.  It feels so strange… so foreign… so alone… so of nothingness.

Did my spirit die in this night before the execution of my fate?

Must I… did I… have I… submitted to the wrongful sentence cast upon me?

Tomorrow shall perhaps give a hint of answer, if light does greet the morning’s dawn and a breath whispers upon my lips in still another prayer of hope and a chance to survive one day more… still another day more.

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Without Mercy

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Carrie K. Hutchens

What dark spirit filled your soul and gave you desire to destroy our lives?  What voice called to you, as you smiled in such delight at our destruction and the hopelessness that you led us to?

Oh, the innocence that you pretended to be yours… the victimhood you strove to call your own… what hypocrisy that only fooled a few.  Sadly, for us… it was the few in control to judge and award you what was not yours to be rewarded with.

I remember your words well.  I can hear the promises you made.  The words of such promise, followed by a viciousness without mercy.  How were we to suppose?

Such darkness rests hidden within your heart.  A soul of contempt to lay feast before your feet.  A pride unchecked and forever written within the clouds above.

Today is your day to celebrate the wrongful win.  Your judgment rests within the tomorrows to be.  Someday, you will be called to answer and the judge will not be fooled.  He knows the truth and he shall award you with the reward you have earned.  May He have mercy on you, though you had none for us this day or any day to follow.

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Night Screams in Silence as Darkness Comes to Conquer

skullNight screams in silence, as darkness slides into the shadows of unknown reflection.  There is no whisper to touch the moment… no hint to see… no tear to hear… the echo calls out to none and cries merely in apprehension of the awaiting fate that stirs near and yet rests so far away.

How did this become all that is, while all else remains somewhere in the vast dimension of all forbidden, though only to some… just to some… just to those shuttered on the outside of things to be?

Night creeps further into the harsh moment, where eyes peer cautiously and anguish threatens to devour all not cloaked in its sweet scent of remorse and the haunting thoughts pursuing.

When did it call out in demands of utter defiance?  What hand lay it into the midst of all that is and all that might ever be?  Who is the shadow birthing the terror and snuffing the flicker of breath once given freely to all?  Where did this beast travel from that does prey upon all those isolated and helplessly devoured by the shadows of ghostly destruction destined in the early hours before the dawn to come?

Did the darkness of madness come alone or has it been descending in a mass of existence not supposed in possibility?  Who bid it come?  Who holds the power to send it back into the nightmare of its creation?  Who is it that walks in mocking tones and dares us to see truth in the moon’s rays or the breath of spring before the death of winter?

Oh yes… it is a question to unfold and to cause recoil.  A sight terrifying in hideous form of drooling madness dripping from the being of twisted shapes and words deformed in presentation to embrace the masses of ignorance who shall dance in thrilling ecstasy at the banquet of their destructive sacrifice of self.

Ah, the beast with blackened heart and stench of rotting soul, standing just beyond man’s sight in his tremoring wake, still leaves wonder as to who beckoned the vile creature to dine upon the world?  Are there any so mighty in deed and wing of righteous spirit to swoop away the obscene presence of perverted flesh and the master who bid it come to feast in such great delight?

The night screams in silence and the desperate cry does remain forever sobbing in the dark corners of time as it asks again and ever again…

Are there any… any at all… who embrace the power to rise in mighty force and sling the deadly beast back into the netherworld of nightmares and the haven of its shadowed nest?  Are there any…  any at all who can save us from this doom of madness and agony once foretold and ever written of a time when the beast of darkness came to conquer the unwilling souls in the land that has come to reek of perversion and mock all once held in sacred covenant of old?

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Tears Unheard

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WhippoorwillI walk tonight wondering why this day is no more than yesterday.  Where has the hope hidden upon the path so dark and lonely?  Is there anyone?  Is there anyone near?  Is there anyone to hear?  Do my tears touch the ears of any or do they fade into aloneness somewhere along the roughed trail of hopes forbidden and too often stolen?

I pause.

I search the shadows.

Nothing touches the moment in hope or chance of a tomorrow beyond what has ever been.

Silence calls out in a whisper not heard.

Sunlight fades into blinding darkness.

No birds sing.  No crickets dance.  It’s all as if the world has stopped with dreams no more as nightmares soar.

As I begin to sink into the failed moment of twisted thought and hope forever lost, a Whippoorwill calls out into the dusk to sing of the dawn to be.

The little Whippoorwill refuses to see the darkness and sings of all the wonders in the sky above, with twinkling stars to dance in delight and the moon to smile upon the night.

The path, no longer frozen in the isolation of despair, bids me follow the songs of the nightly choir.  The choir so often unheard, but always there to assure we are never truly alone or in a void untouched by a God ever present.

Darkness may engulf us and reek of vile intent at the hands of man, but it shall never do so at the hands of He who loves us and bids us hear the choir He created to comfort and lead to delight.  A choir to remind us — we are never truly alone and our tears are always heard!

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Truth: Has it lost its value and its worth?

truth liesIn this day and age, it seems that truth has lost its value!  Which leaves to question — is it really worth anything anymore?  Isn’t it only the liars, who get ahead and have a chance to grab the golden ring and stuff their pockets full of wealth and all things good?  Isn’t it only the liar that wins and the truth that nearly always loses?

There have been my moments when I felt truth was a lost cause.

Truth seemed to stop mattering, as bullies began to invade in masses as if from a foreign bully-land that no one had known existed.

Truth seemed to stop mattering, as liars threw out the lies and the world ran with them, rather than care about what the “un-exciting” or “inconvenient” truth really was.

Truth seemed to stop mattering, as technicalities, lack of counsel or activist judges gave reward to the lie and damned the truth as if it were something totally irrelevant.

Truth seemed to stop mattering when so many journalists became propaganda spreaders, rather than the excellent investigative reporters they had once set their goals to become.

Truth seemed to stop mattering when it got in the way of agendas and self-reward.

Yes, truth seemed to stop mattering for so many reasons, but it really didn’t.  It still matters.  It matters far more than some might think at any given time.

Truth is steadfast.  It does not sway with the winds.  Nothing ever makes a truth an untruth, contrary to what some might wish us to believe.

On the other hand, liars are like criminals.  They steal results and opinions.  They wrongly assault people’s reputations and by their lies lay claim to results, property, money and rewards not due them.  They might even destroy lives beyond repair, but “hey”, if they get what they want — that’s all that counts, right?

No.

Truth is solid because it is what it is.  Lies are without true substance.  There is nothing to anchor them on or to.  Eventually, it all plays out and the truth is proven to be the truth and the lie proven to be the lie.  It’s just a matter of when.  That’s all.

Truth is priceless.  And, if you die being “only” an honest person, you will have died being one of the wealthiest to have ever been.  No one will ever be able to actually take your truth away, and no one will ever be able to make the lies reality.  You will die knowing you are on the right side of history and more importantly — on the right side of God!

Priceless!

Tormenting & Unforgiving: This is All There is

destruction 3Anger rages within my being as the truth pours forth and I come to know why life has been so tormenting and unforgiving to me.

So much has been unfair and devastating… no chance did I have to make things right or to grasp the golden ring as it flew by me into the hands of another… always another… never me… not once me… not even a single time was it to be.

I’ve cried the tears of many… and begged and pleaded often… only to have cold backs turned to me and the chuckles echoing into the darkness of my mood.

How dare I ask.  How dare I hope.  How dare I even wonder why.

Then comes the answer.  The answer that has always alluded and deluded all that I ever was and am and might have ever been.  I am a victim.  I am a victim and now I know.  No more questions to be asked.  Just some checks to collect and the promise I’ll never try to be anything more than their little toy to nanny and pump their ruling self-indulging pride.

Oh, they… the saviors that have come to save us victims… the victims of their making… do dance in delight and no doubt  toast us each night, as they enjoy all they have denied those not they.  Alas for they, but not for us, one day their reign of twisted thought and selfish gain, shall lead them to the end of their enjoyed stolen reign.

And at the end of that path…

There shall stand the “new” dictators and designers, who will then appoint them the victims to be taunted and denied.  It will then be they that cry and beg, while backs are turned and chuckles heard, as they become the toys to nanny and pump the rulers self-indulging pride.

Yes, it will be they… and rather than a helping hand given… someone will tell them that they are not only victims, but forever victims with no hope to touch their present or their future.  Someone will tell them, “This is all there is.  Give up and enjoy the crumbs we’ll give to you.  You are, after all, a victim of our enemy and a pawn to be played by us and they.”

In thought of what is to come to be… the rage is no longer left in me.

Copyrighted ©Carrie K. Hutchens 2014 – All Rights Reserved

Madness Steals the Morning Light

destructionThe suffocating madness steals the morning light and bids all children to follow into its darkness of the damned.  A darkness cold and blinding to all that is and has ever been.  A darkness mocking and shrill in the deceit it drapes wildly in foul disdain for any truth that hints to bless the day.

Laughter touches the breeze, but only for a brief whisper of eternity.  Only for a moment.  Only until the realization dashes the haunting smile of the herders of delusion.  The herders who awaken in the late of day to realize they, too, are nothing more than the slaughtered self.  The self drained and molded into a one-thought pool of confused and withered illusion of the conquered masses, and not worthy of the pedestal of the elite of deception.

One might mock the awakening of they, the alleged enlightened, if it were not for the destruction and death filling the air of a world once alive, thriving and proud — now crumbled into unrecognizable ruin.  Instead, sadness overwhelms as desperation reigns in a clutch of loss and hopelessness.  There is no more.  The elite of deceit created the chaos to ensure a kingdom of power and control, but now there is nothing left to rule nor decisions to be made by their sliding hand.  The sought after kingdom sucked into the quicksand designed for the lowly, has become the tomb to encase and reward the delusional rulers who could not see the madness in their thoughts and the devastation of their actions.

Once upon a time, the elite of deception believed themselves above all and entitled to all they wished and dreamed to be.  Now, they fight among themselves to merely survive in the crazed world created by their fanatic lies and selfish movement to destroy the society of the people and mold it into their perception of ideal.  An ideal birthed and now out-of-control and devouring without discrimination.  For it has come to be that no one is safe, not even the elite of deception, who set the madness into motion to feed their greed and bless their arrogance.  An arrogance that madness feasted upon in utter delight, leaving behind wild eyes full of hideous terror and agonizing confusion.

Now, the elite of deception slither in the darkness praying to be spared, but it shall not be.  For the monster they created, shall their destruction seek.  As it was empowered by they, it, too, feels entitled to all it wishes and dreams for he.  It is after all — the power of deception and lies, who knows no friends and holds no loyalty to any — not even to they now in the shadows of madness of their own deceit and delusion.  Not even they.

Copyrighted ©Carrie K. Hutchens 2014 – All Rights Reserved

Destiny and Doom To Behold

serpentThe lies slither to embrace and mock all that is.  No breath of truth remains untainted in the bitter battle between the dimensions of calm sanity and the void of madness out-of-control.

Vile names are cast upon any who dare not believe in the madness or agree in blindness to walk to its end at the cliff’s edge.

How dare there be question or challenge in any thought bayed by the elite of all darkness, for they are the gifts from the Universe and all others the weeds of pure waste.  In this they were taught by the seeds of an arrogance bathed in a self-design of importance and now descending to a void and destruction someday to be true.

Alas!… alas poor soul… for evil does prey upon itself.  Soon you… the champion of all that is evil and untrue… shall no longer be the host, but rather the feast to be devoured and mocked into a torment and nothingness you once deemed a worthy existence for all others but you and yours.

Yes, dear soul — it is now your heaven or your hell that shall be served unto you.  For what you have created for others is now your destiny and doom to behold forever and a day.

 Copyrighted ©Carrie K. Hutchens 2013 – All Rights Reserved

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