Friday Suck it in MEMEs
Greetings Earth Frens! Ratio here…
This first part is from a previous post I found it and wanted to share since there is a bunch of new Frens this time around. Don’t worry there’s memes below.
Suck it in.
Do you remember the defining moments in your life?
I’m not talking about the time you got the promotion or the time you graduated with a degree from a university that patted you on the head for memorizing a bunch of language needed for the yes-men yes-women world.
A truly defining moment. Maybe you didn’t know it at the time. Just another dent to blend in with all the damage perhaps.
The moments we look back on that are so vividly seen and so emotionally present that it feels like it happened just a moment ago but in fact may have been decades. It is these moments that jump out and scream at us now but when they happened, well that was just another day of survival.
One of those moments for me was when I realized I grew up poor. I didn’t know it at the time. My mom was getting us kids ready for school, my sister and I. I had to be about 7 or 8. This was back in the early 80’s when literally no one was cool going to school. I was trying to get a pair of pants on and they were a little tight.
This is a moment in a parents life you never want to have happen. Kids growing out of their clothes. Especially if money’s tight.
So there I was, my Mom working with all her might to get my pants button to fasten.
“They don’t fit anymore!” my Mom shouted.
And my Dad yelling back,
“God Damn It, Suck it in!”
at me.
And so I did what I was told. I didn’t know any better.
And it just goes where all those other memories go. They get stuffed way down and tucked away back in the corners where all the rest of the baggage you accumulate go.
These are the defining moments of our lives.
Growing up poor or whatever defining moment lives within you that serves as a guidepost that lets you know how far you need to go. It is not a moment or experience that should eat away at you as you look for other people to blame for the fact that you misread the event.
No.
These are the things that all humans go through on their quest for greatness.
I cherish the moments I have because no one else had them. I’m sharing them with you now but these are the stories that go untold for so many of us. These moments are a foundation that get planted in the soil of the universe as you break through that hard outer casing of circumstance and setting to break free as you grow to the surface to the light and air. There is no life without it.
Hell may only be a place that exists while you are alive. Sure, others create hells for you, but maybe the worst form of hell is thinking that you are going through it alone. Holding on to these defining moments like shackles drilled painfully and slowly directly into your bones.
When I think back on some of my defining moments they don’t sting anymore. They serve as reminders that I will never put my children through that. I let that pain and fear drive me so that when that kid looks up to me maybe he will know he can escape his own hells.
May you let your defining moments drive you.
Suck it in.
Now that we got that out of the way there is more to say.
This will be my last post for a week or two. The move to California is at hand. I’m wrapping and boxing things up and I intend to dedicate the next 10 years to serving God, my family, my community, and of course you guys.
I know, I know, California has a bad rep. The leadership sucks, is an understatement. But on the other side of things they give us an in your face view of how far gone we can get as a society.
I want to tell the story of the trapped conservatives and our struggle to take the state back.
That’s the goal anyway.
But for this Friday, as we do with most Friday’s…
QUEUE THE METAL MUSIC
DROP THE MEMES
I posted this video and got this fantastic comment from Redskelton.
Fuck you. I want heads rolling.
Start with the blues and reds that got us here.
And don’t stop until Musk. Trump, Black rocks Fink are all dead
I want Zuckerberg on a pike.
I want Mayors burned.
Scalp the fuckin place.
Your military is being used to kill you.
Debate failed. YOU STUPID motherfuckers who work for the public private partnership have to go.
You let the Deepstate game theory develop a zero sum game. Where you will lose matter what bullshit you believe.
That’s the spirit!
Probably one of the worst poisons in the world is Nihilism. We are living with the consequences of that as the apathy it breeds and the inaction it produces greases skids of armchair political narcissists so full of themselves they could fill hot air balloons that one day reach the sun only to melt their wings as they fall back onto their toilet.
I should know. I was one of them.
The louder you shout the further behind you are in getting involved in the corrupt process to throw that monkey wrench into the gears of the machinery to perhaps, stop it.
As usual, lately, for me, it all goes back to God. And my/your ability to follow him. To put yourself last and serve others. Those closest to you.
Being a servant to God is actually the highest form of being. You can’t get in trouble following God. The alternative is turning away from God, trying to do everything yourself, and soon your lusts, desires and selfish ideas lead you to ruin.
-Ratio
Love you all! See you in a couple weeks. In the meantime I’m leaving the following creators in charge!
There are so many more I am sure I forgot to mention but please check these pages for in depth analysis of the way out of the current ongoing catastrophe we call reality.
Let’s build a new world.
I grew up poor too. I still remember my 10th birthday I got my first brand new outfit with the tags on it. I still remember opening it. I still remember what it looked like. I guess you could say that was a pivotal moment. It was ugly and the kids at school teased me. My Dad built an empire with his bare hands and nobody believes me now when I talk about what it was like for the first 15 years of my life. I married poor too. My husband died unexpectedly in 2014, another pivotal moment. We were destitute. He had no savings or life insurance and $12 in his wallet. I was pregnant. My daughter had just turned 1 and the only gift she got from us was a toy I got for $1 at the Salvation Army. We lived in a house my Dad owned and payed the bills on. Now I am remarried to a hardworking provider, my now 4 kids are spoiled and do not even know the poverty I faced when the oldest two were babies. I still live on a budget and buy thrifted clothing but they are provided for and healthy. God is good. Seeking salvation, trusting and following him was the best decision of my life. Praying for your move to Cali! May God hold you and your family in his hands!
The louder you shout the further behind you are in getting involved in the corrupt process to throw that monkey wrench into the gears of the machinery to perhaps, stop it.
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I too have come to this conclusion, also after years of being one of the ranters.
Building anything is difficult. Running a country is difficult. Making things work is difficult. Improving yourself is difficult. Talking, however, is easy.
Building and improving means people actually doing things. And yet we are being destroyed by talkers. But once you do things, however small, your world begins to change around you.
Our cultural destroyers want nothing more than for us to stay on our couch, our phone, our app and talk. Apathy and demoralization are their allies.