This blog entry is for the ladies:
A woman is not supposed to have anger.
What do you do then when the anger comes on like a gunslinger walking into an Old West saloon ready to shoot?
When things are not OK at the OK corral.
Are we supposed to keep our mouths shut and submit to injustice? The definition of justice is right action. Taking the right action is met with disapproval from the Old World Order.
An Amazon critic of Left of the Dial claimed no one could recover. Oh really sunny. Do you have a daughter or son? If they got ill would you give up on them because you thought there was no hope?
Ladies: We’re dealing with idiots. The so-called normal guys have a screw loose. I’ve met a peer who is sane and healthy.
We have the right to express our feelings and tell others what we think. They might not like this.
I have radical ideas not sensational claims. There’s a difference between the two:
Editors publish authors with a gimmick or famous people or celebrities pushing what’s popular or sensational. Or a lifestyle that can be yours if you buy what they’re selling in terms of a product or opinion.
I would urge you not to buy a book that a celebrity wrote.
I wrote in a blog entry a decade ago this truculent idea: conformity is repression. The guaranteed outcome of suppressing our feelings, thoughts and intelligence is ill-ness.
Women are supposed to take care of others. On an ordinary day no one takes care of us. The cost of having a man take care of us is often dependence on men for money and a roof over our heads.
If we’re mentally or physically ill we won’t be able to take care of ourselves.
That’s the catch 22. If you’re kicking and alive you have the opportunity to attempt to set things right.
We need to see gunslingers with vaginas on TV and in movies. We must have more lady gunslingers in real life.
Even if the only “gun” we’re slinging is our authentic self. Individuality is subversive to those in power.
It’s time for us ladies to walk into the saloon, cock the gun of our mouth, and shout like Twisted Sister in the 1980s: “We’re Not Gonna Take It” anymore.
When you’re ready to cock the gun I would think people think twice about asking you to accept the stale donuts as a tasty smorgasbord.
Left of the Dial 