The Staying Hand of Almighty God

At it again...all for you.

by Angela K. Durden

A Magnificently Methodical Southern Woman
and The Most Brilliant Woman in the World 

Citizen Journalist.  Novelist. Author of other stuff. 

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I love Thomas Sowell. However, I disagree with his conclusion of "More important, it is irreversible." [Read his article here.]

Sure, it is irreversible if the only entities involved are humans. But Almighty God's hand in matters — He does have a purpose, you know — should not be forgotten. 

Many times in history, when His Will was being ignored and the powerful gloated in celebration of their win, they were brought low, fast and furious, leaving everyone to say "What just happened?"

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Rudy G. More details on the Capital breach

The Accidental Comedianne

 

And funny, too.

by Angela K. Durden

A Magnificently Methodical Southern Woman
and The Most Brilliant Woman in the World 

Citizen Journalist.  Novelist. Author of other stuff. 

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I could never be a talk show host. Name the type of talks shows there are and I can tell you categorically I couldn't host any of them twice in a row. Neither could I be a comedianne. [Yes, I use the feminine of comedian and I don't care whether or not you like that, Nancy Pelosi.]

There's a reason for that. Those who know me in person, or who've read my books [Dancing at the Waffle House, Conversations in Hyperreality, among others], have invariably at many various points laughed out loud at something I say or write. "Oh, Angela," they all say, "you should be a comedian."

My reply is always, "I am just such as that, only...not on purpose." 

You see, my humor rarely involves a joke. Jokes have a setup, a pause, and a punchline. In front of an audience — whether that be in-person on a stage in front of a live audience, in-studio with a host and camera crew for audience, or on a podcast viewed by tens of people over a period of years — I am not, and never will be, the master of the joke. 

But let me be where I can have a conversation with someone and let that conversation run this way and that and let me have an opinion about anything underlying subjects in it, then my humor bone starts vibrating and next thing you know people are cracking up.

I was once interviewed on a college TV show about my first children's book "Heroes Need Practice, Too!" On that same show was this guy introduced as a comedian. He was funny. I laughed though not once did I feel the urge to tighten my bladder when he spoke. That is to say, he didn't make me laugh so hard that I thought I'd wet my pants.

After the interviews/performances were over, I went up to the young man to tell him he did a good job. He thanked me. Next thing I know, both he and the producer and the host of the show were needing a bathroom doubled up with major guffawing as they were with what I was saying. 

Finally able to catch a breath and wiping tears from his eyes, the young comedian said, "You are absolutely the funniest person I've ever met. You should be on stage."

I said, "Nah. You're funny on purpose. Me, I'm just situationally funny."

If a script has to be followed. 

If I have to deliver words written by a team to an anonymous audience.

If those words must be delivered at a particular time and within a certain time limit. 

Then I am not your girl. 

You see, while I am The Most Brilliant Woman In The World, I still hear slow and respond slowly because as TMBWITW I see many facets upon which to opine. Which shall it be? I must run through them all. But once I've decided, then...well, I move forward pretty quickly.

So [shameless plug coming atcha], buy my books for yourself and as gifts for others. You'll all have more fun, you won't be wasting time, and giftees will thank you profusely. 

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"I think"...or do I?

Here's a feather because
they aren't worth a
whole bird.

by Angela K. Durden

A Magnificently Methodical Southern Woman
and The Most Brilliant Woman in the World 

Citizen Journalist.  Novelist. Author of other stuff. 

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Click this link to read a a great poem about the use of the words "I think" by Berton Braley as published at CapitalismReview.com. If you are not one of the P-HWPCDLRSFC you will love it. 

However, I have a story about when that word began to be used as a weapon. So, back in the early 1990s I used to have weekly meetings with some people wherein we discussed certain topics. After a few weeks, I noticed the group kept getting madder and madder at me. Finally, one of the people could no longer keep quiet.

She said, "Angela, you just think you know it all."

I said, "Where do you get that idea?"

She said, "Because you never say 'I think' before stating your opinion."

I said, "Huh. Is that why you are all mad at me?"

They all nodded...self-righteously, if I do say so myself. Please note: The woman did not preface her anti-Angela statement with "I think". So, I then proceeded to state my opinion. "I was under the impression that if it was coming out of my mouth, you knew it was what I thought on a subject. Are you telling me that you cannot tell that the words coming out of my mouth are what I think unless I say 'I think'?"

No, that wasn't it, she said. Instead, and all the others agreed, that if I didn't use the words "I think" to preface a statement, then I was preaching at them, insulting them, calling their opinions worthless. I asked if at anytime had they heard me utter an insult, pound a Bible, or say the word worthless? They all agreed I had not done that. 

I then proceeded to state my opinion again without using the words "I think". I said, "Ah, good for the goose/gander doesn't apply here. In that case, then, y'all are just nuts. There. Is that definitive enough for ya?"

(I can double-guar-O-damn-tee ya every single one of those people were Commies at heart and I bet I could tell you who they voted for in 2008, 2012, and 2020; and they also believe the 2020 election results were not jimmied.) 

But I left that meeting thinking about that. And in this instance twas I thinking original thoughts to myself and I never once said, "Angela, do YOU think this is what you are thinking?"

Here is what I came up after reviewing the entire conversation. 

It seems those people were under the impression that stating anything definitively without first prefacing it with "I think" meant that one was close-minded and not accepting of new ideas. They could not fathom that I had already thought for myself and reached conclusions about any subject as they were still searching for answers. 

So, yeah, I am The Most Brilliant Woman In The World. This I do not deny and I don't just "think" I am, I know I am. And I will not apologize for it. And I will not pretend to be anything else because that is just lying and Satan is the father of the lie and I don't want to be like him, now do I?

Twenty-seven years have passed since that conversation with those people...and it's only gotten worse as the Thought (and Mask) Police — bullies on social media and news and and TV shows and in papers and magazines and in movies and grocery stores and restaurants — run riot over freedom and freedom-loving, God-fearing people.

"I think" I'm right. Do you agree?

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On the Nature of Discovery, Confirmation, and Conspiracy

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by Angela K. Durden

A Magnificently Methodical Southern Woman
and The Most Brilliant Woman in the World 

Citizen Journalist.  Novelist. Author of other stuff. 

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For all everybody is hating on YouTube and Google these days — and rightly so in the instances of their surpressing the reporting on and discussion of political shenanigans — I cannot and will not completely dismiss these content providers out of hand. And here's why.

Because of YouTube/Google and content creators, I (otherwise known as A Magnificently Methodical Southern Woman and The Most Brilliant Woman in the World) get to hang out with some very interesting people I would never have met or known about. 

The video below (embedded for your easy watching pleasure) is one. No, I shall not tell you what it is about because that would ruin the journey of discovery for you. 

But I will tell you that having discovered that video and having watched it over a period of three days, I've had yet another confirmation of my brilliance and got to hear two men discuss why conspiracy is so difficult for many people to grasp. 

You see, I've always known conspiracy itself exists. I lived in a family rife with secret conspiratorial actions designed to either protect self and others or serve baser needs. As a child, I was torn because I felt that all who conspire are 100% evil, yet I could see these very people could do bad things and good and be kind and were talented all at the same time.

Lex Fridman, a Russian, interview Eric Weinstein, an American, in a long-form podcast. I am now a fan of long-form podcasts. I believe you will be, too. 

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Here is the link to the video to watch through the YouTube portal if you should so desire.

Lex Fridman's Podcast #134 with Eric Weinstein: On the Nature of Good and Evil, Genius and Madness

A Grubby Grab

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by Angela K. Durden

A Magnificently Methodical Southern Woman
and The Most Brilliant Woman in the World 

Citizen Journalist.  Novelist. Author of other stuff. 

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Communism (and its offspring Socialism, Fascism, and Pussy-Hat Wearing Politically Correct Liberal Democrat RINO Social Justice Warriors #CrunkNewsNetwork, et al) always has at its core a disdain for human rights, a hatred of God, and a grubby grab to satisfy selfish longing.

Interesting that they deny God's existence while fighting so hard against Him; which means, of course, that they acknowledge His existence because anybody who fights an enemy only they can see is usually called paranoid schizophrenic.

Communists are not paranoid schizophrenic, nor are they stupid. But they are selfish, greedy, venal, and worse, and that stops them from thinking clearly or well for the long-run. They have no conscience. They are not loyal and do not understand the concept of loyalty. Ethical behavior is a fast-moving target roaming in a misty forest, rarely seen and, when briefly glimpsed, has no hard edges.

Commies have nothing good to reach for. Nothing lofty to aspire to. Everything they want must be had by destroying what others have built. Even what they build is ugly. Their art is ugly. Their literature is boring. Their infrastructure, machinery, engineering, etc., doesn't work correctly most of the time.

Commies only know force. Their biggest enemies are themselves and their fellow "believers". They hate themselves and each other and everyone else. Once their objective is reached, and they are now faced with actually ruling, they are clueless. And like certain children will do when they don't like what is before them, they pitch tantrums...only Communists get everyone else in the sandbox to obey them at the point of a gun and the threats of missile, bomb, sanctions, imprisonment, torture, bribes...and promises they will never keep.

(Those threats and false promises often work...as we are seeing now, here, in the US Election process.)

To survive, their citizens become Underground Capitalists, which is just another title for Criminals under Communist rule. After producing distasteful and boring State-sponsored art, Artists and Musicians take their lives in their hand to let out that which lifts to a higher plain.

Communist thought and methodology do not support productive living conditions for anybody but the leaders who never suffer want, though they do have to worry about summary judgment in the form of a bullet through the brain when someone wants their job badly enough.

And just like the bully in the sandbox must be stopped, adults must intervene. Adults who understand the bigger picture, and who love freedom and seek justice. 

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How does one eat an elephant?

 by Angela K. Durden

A Magnificently Methodical Southern Woman
and The Most Brilliant Woman in the World 

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The old joke goes like this: How does one eat an elephant? One bite at a time.

But to do that, first one must kill the elephant because the elephant would have to be stupid to allow itself to be eaten bite by bite while it is still alive. Therefore, killing the elephant is where the challenge lies.

A lion is basically lazy. It will always go after the weakest of any herd. The young, the frail, the sick, slow, and aged.

But in this we are talking about animals and animals are very clear as to their roles. Hunter and hunted. Predator and prey.

Humans fit into the same two categories but the Good of them often ignore that knowledge. Next thing one knows comes the hard, fast rise of Evil because Good believes in the promising smile of the roaring lion that seeks to devour it.

However, one thing we know is this: Predators are always outnumbered by prey. While predators rip and tear, they always rip and tear at the weakest. The core of the herd may run for a bit, but it is never scattered. The strongest of them entrench, encircle the herd, and face outward toward the predators. Just their mere standing firm with horns out and feet firmly planted makes the predators slink away to wait for another opportunity to attack the weakest.

Predators always stand alone in the long run. Like the lion, they are lazy. Sure, they may work together for awhile, but they do not have the strong bonds of a herd. Never have. Never will. This is the weakness that keeps them in the minority.

Evil may roar, but has no long-term power. It cannot work together for long as its interests are always self-centered and selfish.

The battle is not over. It is never over.



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The Trump-Guthrie Debate...errrr...Town Hall

by Angela K. Durden

A Magnificently Methodical Southern Woman

and The Most Brilliant Woman in the World 

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I am usually not in favor of watching events televised live. Especially, town halls, debates, and so forth. The way I process information requires I be able to stop the action, think a bit, then start back up. This methodology has served me well my entire life even if it drives a lot of other people nuts. 

Therefore, twenty hours after the Trump-Guthrie debate — excuse me, I mean the Trump Town Hall hosted by Savannah Guthrie — I went to YouTube and watched the event without all the breathlessness the rest of the country had.

Yes, I had heard opinions about it. Most notably, everyone seemed to think Guthrie didn't know the rules of such engagement and that she did not have any respect for the president and that was just wrong. While true, I believe they've all missed the point. 

Put a grain of sand inside an oyster and what do you get? A pearl. Irritation may have a good result — and it did with the oyster and with the Trump Town Hall hosted by Savannah Guthrie.

Her attacks and interruptions showed exactly why, of the two candidates, Trump should be the one to be voted for. He did not back down or equivocate. He was strong. He was clear. He was friendly. And in control. He even handled the fan girl moment quite well. 

He was truly presidential. 

So, thank you, Savannah, producers, network, and network bosses. You done good. 

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Decadent desserts: Just trying too hard.

by Angela K. Durden

A Magnificently Methodical Southern Woman
and The Most Brilliant Woman in the World 

Citizen Journalist.  Novelist. Author of other stuff. 

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Frankly, I no longer want to eat a dessert whose very description means "characterized by or reflecting a state of moral or cultural decline", that is to say, decadent.

But they are decadent in a real sense because they are big fat liars and cheaters and con artists. How? Well, have you ever noticed that most desserts claiming said decadence are simply trying too hard? It's true. They always promise more than they can deliver. 

After some eager little waiter or waitress* lifts an eyebrow and says with what they always think is a sexy ooze in their voice, "You should try our new Sextuplet Chocolaté Quadruple Brownie Cake with spa-a-a-a-rinkles of t-a-a-a-a-riple East European imported roasted coffee toffees, will you be needing two spoons?", well, who wouldn't order it?

Decadent desserts remind me of the guy on the dance floor that has the moves but whose timing is off, he's flat-footed, but he is trying so hard you almost feel sorry for him and you dance with him anyway, smiling through the pain. [See picture above illustrating that painful smile.] 

To that guy and the dessert, I say, "No more. Spare me the pain...and the disappointment."

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Debating The Debate: Only one woman's opinion...but I'm right.

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by Angela K. Durden

A Magnificently Methodical Southern Woman
and The Most Brilliant Woman in the World 

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I’ve been giving some thought to the debate Tuesday evening, September 29, 2020. All persons I’ve talked to, pundits in/on any media I’ve heard, and all sides of the political spectrum have agreed: The debate between Trump and Biden or — as one pundit hilariously put it — between Chewbacca and The Swedish Chef —was crazy, wild, no rules followed by either party. Even the chosen law man, moderator Wallace, had as good as been defunded.

What was going on?

Let me first get Biden comments out of the way. He whined. He backpedaled. He said “you shut up”. Whatever his team did to change his body clock and keep his mind sharp, worked. I don’t believe he used his go-to insult — dog-faced pony soldier — but what insults he did say could easily have been answered by “sticks and stones”. However, he put a target on his back for his party to shoot at when he said “I am the party” and then proceeded to trash much they held dear.

But Trump? 

He gave Biden opportunity to follow the rules, but once Biden interrupted him, you know he said to himself "So...that's how it's gonna be, huh?" And so he went full MMA on Biden, the Democrat party, the Left, BLM, Antifa, and their ilk. Then he threw in some dirty street fighting to top it all off when he challenged the appointed po-po, Chris Wallace, and got in his face. He changed tactics. He jumped in. He laid back and watched. 

Chewbacca he was not. 

He was crazy-sly like a damn fox. He demonstrated just how wild the situations are in certain Democrat-controlled cities when rules are not followed. How do we know the message got through? Ask yourself this: What have we heard since then from the Dems?

“We need RULES!”

So, Trump now has all the Dems begging — B.E.G.G.I.N.G! — for stability.
Crazy-sly. It was so clear to me.

A Credit Score Conundrum, or The New Slavery

Financially sliced 'n diced.

by Angela K. Durden

A Magnificently Methodical Southern Woman
and The Most Brilliant Woman in the World 

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I once met a man from Texas 

Buys everything with his cashes.

He has no debts.

Bills ne'er forgets.

Still his credit score was a-messes.

It's true. I know this man. He wanted to get married but the woman said she had to know his credit score. It was almost non-existent. He had always lived within his means. If he didn't have the money, he didn't buy. He'd save and scrimp until he could pay cash. 

Sounded like a good plan. He was stress-free. Could pay attention to his woman. But she was freaking out. He had to have a credit score that registered, see. 

So he went out and got an auto loan. But he paid it off too fast. Change in credit score? Nil.

By this time the woman was gone and then the loan company came after him saying that he wasn't allowed to pay it off ahead of time and instituted a bunch of early payment fees that equaled the interest he would've had to pay them. That fight lasted three years.

In any case, his credit score never got higher than about 350. He decided to live even further off the grid. Built him an underground house in the desert and that's the last I heard of him. I bet he's happy. 

Why am I telling you this? Because my bank, Wells Fargo, is like a lot of banks these days. Trying to be helpful, they are now offering my credit score through my online banking; free of charge. Here is my FICO [Fair Isaac Corporation] score. Now, you're probably noticing the big eight-two-zero in the middle and you're thinking, "Hey, Angela. That ain't bad at all." 

Now, see the little black dot in the green area? It does not go all the way to the peak of the green. Why not? 

Because of this language below:  

Right about now I feel like the man from Texas. I've always paid off my credit card balances every month. I do not have a mortgage and I own my condo outright. I do not have a car loan as Baby Doll has been paid off since she was five years old and she turned five in 2007. 

So, here I am with one of the almost highest credit scores in the world and I am still being dinged because I do not have any loan history and I don't have any aging balances. 

If I were a cussing woman I'd be saying "Jesus H. Christ!" But I'm not a cussing woman. Okay, I'm lying. I cuss, but I never say Jesus H. Christ. 

All this to say that in the credit reporting world, it doesn't matter what you do because you're damned if you do and you're damned if you don't. The financial system is designed to keep you enslaved. 

If I lived near a desert, I'd be hunkered down living off the grid, too. 

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Flawed and Good. Perfect and Evil.

This is a visual example of
Flawed but Good.
I know. I do my best.

by Angela K. Durden

A Magnificently Methodical Southern Woman
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Flawed is not the same as Evil. 

Perfect is not the same as Good. 

For instance, Pussy-Hat Wearing Politically Correct Liberal Democrat RINO Socialist Fascist Commie Do-Gooder Environmentalist Social Engineering-types believe they are Perfect — all FLOTSAM from #CrunkNewsNetworks push that narrative — but they are Evil. 

While their number-one and other nemesis, Donald "The Hammer" Trump and normal regular folk, are Flawed but they are Good — and all FLOTSAM does not push that narrative. 

See how that works?

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The Faces of the Crunk News Network During this Pandemic

by Angela K. Durden

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Princess Angela.

Angela now feels like a princess. Her bed is a little jewel box.

by Angela K. Durden

A Magnificently Methodical
Southern Woman
and The Most Brilliant Woman
in the World 

Citizen Journalist.  Novelist. Author of other stuff. 

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One-and-done is how I think about painting my walls. So it takes me a long time to figure out what colors to put on them.

Also, I am highly reactive to vibrational patterns. If the color is wrong for me, the vibrational patterns will totally make me crazy. And so yet another reason to take my time.

I have four colors on my walls. Kitchen and livingroom/bedroom: Gray with a dark blue base, as you can see in the picture. In my office is a dark metallic blue with silver undertones. A small hall is black and the bathroom is white.

Each color fits the space and supports my mental acuity. But today...oh, today was added the pièce de résistance.

You see, I sleep in my living room on a wall bed. [My condo is less than 600 sq.ft. The bedroom is my office. I work from home, so work/life must be split well.] That is, it folds down out of the wall and, boom, there is my bed. The heavy case it sits in is solid black. Black is great. I love black. It is my fave color. Except that after almost nine years, the solid black behind the bed was getting to me, bad.

What could I do?

Yesterday I had an epiphany. I took a set of long red drapes and hung them in. You can see the picture. Tied them back with some sparkly red ribbon. Put a crystal vase with a beautiful bouquet of silk flowers (I'm allergic to real flowers) right in the middle so that it is framed.

Wow. I immediately felt like a princess.

Which is only fitting as I can feel a pea under a stack of twenty mattress and we all know it is only real, true, bona fide princesses who can do that.

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Over-response or calculated manuever?

Resting Coronavirus Response Face

by Angela K. Durden

A Magnificently Methodical Southern Woman and The Most Brilliant Woman in the World 

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"Hunker down" is used even by Gen[Whatevahs] and P-HWPCLDRSFCs* — and is no longer only a Georgia Dawgs rallying game cry.

"Shelter in place" and "novel coronavirus" are now in our lexicon — and a punchline to those who work from home and will be featured in future stand-up comedy shows and movie/TV scripts.

And "herd immunity" happens when nobody does "social distancing" but claims that when they finally did do it that is what saved lives.

But I, your Citizen Journalist, have more serious thoughts. Was the the response to the novel coronavirus —

• over the top? [Yes.]
• just right? [No.]
• a political opportunity? [Yes.]
• a logical medical step? [No.]
• an opportunity for graft? [Yes.]
• a way for the Deep State to grab power? [Yes.]
• a reset of sensibilities? [Yes.]

Did the response to it point a spotlight on:

• the fragility of political correctness? [Yes.]
• experts who are the "little man behind the curtain"? [Yes.]
• the utter moral bankruptcy of the Deep State, Democrats, and RINOs? [Yes.]
• the grit and determination of the vast majority of US citizens? [Yes.]

Has the mainstream legacy media —

• lied to the public? [Yes.]
• played false with the public? [Yes.]
• lost their ever-loving minds? [Yes.]
• shown they are totally against freedom? [Yes.]
• can't wait to receive their Commie medals? [Yes.]
• proven they are #CrunkNewsNetwork? [Yes.]

More importantly, will this response destroy the freedoms guaranteed by the Constitution of the United States and the Bill of Rights? [Quite possibly, if we allow this lockdown to keep on going because Chicken Little experts are manipulative and being manipulated.

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