
Fox News, Ted Cruz, Republicans and Conservatives who have not even watched the Barbie movie are mad as hell. This blatantly or subtly (depending on your bias) perspective on dolls, women, femininity, and masculinity are further adding to the deep divide separating Americans from Americans. How dare Mattel and Margot Robbie put out a movie like this. What could its writers Greta Gerwig and Noah Baumbach be thinking? We need movies that will bring us together and not further divide us. Movies like The Ritual Killer, Casting Kill, and Sympathy for the Devil. Movies that will make you afraid to walk the streets and compel Americans to buy more guns.

Oops, did I mention GUNS? Sorry, I did not mean to offend any of our brave defenders of the Second Amendment. It is violent movies that bring Americans together. Movies that make you think are part of the Commie Pinko Intellectual Brain Cartel that drive Americans apart. We all know that thinking can be dangerous. Universities are hot beds for liberal ideas like Ecology, Critical Race Theory, Feminist Ideology, Climate Change, Diversity, Equity, Sustainability and something called “Wake Me Up” or WOKE for short. Going to any liberal college is an invitation to be brainwashed. If you think too much, you will question things that commentators on Fox News and Newsmax tell you.
Karen and I had not been to a movie theater in four years. The last movie we went to see was a remake of the original Cats. Cats as any conservative can tell you is a movie musical where the characters are all LGBTQ+i people disguised as cats. They run around doing silly things in hopes of being selected for a reincarnation ritual. It is amazing that conservative churches nationwide did not ban this weak attempt to transform our youth into Trans-Cat people. Nevertheless, despite negative comparison to the original Cats, Karen and I enjoyed it very much.

A week or two ago, when Raiders with Harrison Ford came out, we were ready to go see it. We had hopes that Indiana Jones would be as compelling as he was in the original Raiders movie. The more we thought about it the less likely this seemed possible. Ford is nearly 80 years old, and I was skeptical about his ability to play a thirty something. We decided to save the 25 dollars we would spend at the theater on tickets and popcorn until something better came along. Next week out came Oppenheimer, Mission Impossible and Barbie. Our friends all teed up to go to Mission Impossible or Opie. Something in my personality as I watched the Barbie trailer was turned on by her high heeled shoes, nice breasts, and beautiful blond hair. An all-American woman if ever there was one.

Without further thought, I decided to take Karen to see the movie. Little did I realize how subversive this movie was. If I had known, I would never have taken Karen to see it. Movies like this could turn women into raving maniacal feminists. Women who would do anything to overthrow the patriarchy and probably burn their bras. By the way, bra burning never bothered me, but if they burned their garter belts, I would be really upset.
The first third of the movie was a real joy ride. Hilarious visuals depicting all types of Barbies that I never knew existed. I thought most Barbies were just sort of “hottie” dolls but much to my surprise there were some Barbies who had brains as well as sex appeal. Now most men have been taught that these two things do not go together, and I admit I was a bit surprised. I should have known I was being setup.

Karen was enjoying the show very much. She remembered a good deal of the history and paraphernalia associated with Barbie. She had even seen a Ken doll. I confess I had never seen a Ken doll. I did not even play with toy soldiers when I was growing up or Action-Adventure Figures. My tough conservative father was aware that these “figures” were just pseudonyms for DOLLs and that playing with them would make me queer and effeminate. I could have guns, military aircraft, and navy destroyers. One of my favorite pastimes was building military models and then shooting them to pieces. My father approved and thought that I would be a military hero someday. It was my job to save America from “God-Less” Communism. Nevertheless, there were many parts of Barbie in which I laughed hysterically.
The second third of Barbie dragged a little. I was not sure where it was going. The comedy bits came farther apart, and the show seemed to be meandering, I knew not where. I began to enjoy it more as I realized that a plot was being set-up. The director and writers had something up their sleeves. I would soon find out what these devious devils were going to do.

The third part of Barbie was the showstopper. Gerwig and Baumbach wanted their movie to be more than just a mindless comedy. They wanted a movie that might make Americans think. This was a movie with a message. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on your political affiliation they did not run it by the Republican National Committee. If they had, it would never have reached the silver screen. Here is what some conservative pundits had to say about it:
- Elon Musk wrote: “If you take a shot every time Barbie says the word ‘Patriarchy,’ you will pass out before the movie ends.”
- Texas Senator Ted Cruz, for the second time, accused the Barbie movie of pushing “Chinese communist propaganda.” The Texas republican was referring to a “nine-dash line” used on the map, depicting what China claims is its territory within the South China Sea
- Ben Shapiro tweeted: “My producers dragged me to see ‘Barbie’ and it was one of the most woke movies I have ever seen.” He added, “My full review of this flaming garbage heap of a film will be out on my YouTube channel tomorrow at 10am ET.” (He did indeed post a video of himself setting Barbie dolls ablaze in a trash can.)

WOKE, Communist China, Bashing Patriarchy. Lions and Tiger and Bears, O MY! What is a red-blooded American male to do today? Was this what I joined the military for during the Vietnam war? To see my country making a movie supporting China and to help destroy the White Male Patriarchy that has made our country great. God forbid it. To paraphrase the great patriot Patrick Henry:

“What is it that the Barbies wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or feminism so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of Patriarchy and Male dominance? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, BURN those, Barbie Dolls!”


Nevertheless, we still have the occasional spat, and they usually leave us both feeling quite depressed and disappointed. I am mostly disappointed with myself for not handing things well. It seems I too often say things or discuss things very differently than we have agreed on. We have found and used many models for dealing with conflict. One of our favorites is the “DESC” model. This stands for “Describe” what is happening in neutral terms. Talk about how this makes you feel in terms of “Emotions.” “Specify” what you would like to see happen differently. Define what the “Consequences” will or could be for change. Consequences are best provided that are positive, such as we will feel closer together. When we stick to this model things seem to go well. Our discussions stay on track and our resolutions come more effortlessly. When we stray from the model, accusations and insinuations escalate and the discussion becomes difficult if not painful.
The other kind of kindness I will call “Emotional Kindness.” This is not doing things but saying things either verbal or non-verbal that honor and appreciate the other person. It respects their feelings more than their actions. It might be “I love you” or it might be an appreciation of something the other person says or thinks. It is building up the other person’s self-esteem and not putting down anything they might express or care about.


Once upon a time a mother had two daughters. The Mom’s name was Teresa. The oldest daughter was named Romela, and the younger daughter was Amelia. At the time of this story, the oldest daughter was 20. Amelia had just turned 18. Teresa was 45 and a single mom. Their father had been gone for ten years after running off with their babysitter. Teresa never remarried or even dated. She was a rather plain looking woman. Marriage had taught her that men preferred sex appeal over brains, beauty over character and youth over age. She tried to teach these lessons to her daughters and kept a close watch on both.







What does anxiety and uncertainty have to do with planning? This is an important connection. Uncertainty in my opinion either causes or leads to anxiety. The more uncertain we are, the more anxious we become. Many people will not attempt new endeavors, leave home, eat new food, travel to new places, meet new people, take on adventures or worst of all “listen to new ideas.” The uncertainty of these efforts creates anxiety. The unknown consequences of doing something new brings some anxiety to most of us. Change and newness can impinge on our efforts to maintain equilibrium and homeostasis in our lives. New things can disrupt the natural order that we so carefully craft to protect ourselves, our family, and our identities. “What if” can bring fear and panic to even the most courageous of us.
However, when it comes to anxiety my solution is planning. Karen would say I plan too much. I don’t need to go raging into the night of old age, but I do not want to get in my crypt yet and turn off the lights. Life has a way of closing in on us. The curtains for each of us are indeed coming down and will someday be down for all of us, but we can slow their coming down. As we age, we must push back. Planning can help us to hold the curtains off for a little while longer. But remember, “Plans are nothing, but planning is everything.”
My theory is that I have been driven to reduce anxiety because I grew up with an abusive father. My childhood was a daily diet of fear and uncertainty as to when or how badly my father would fly off the handle and take it out on me. He might have had a bad day at the races, or something went wrong with his car, and it was all my fault. So many things became my fault that I was always looking up expecting the sky to fall on me. I looked under my bed and, in my closet, every night before going to sleep as a kid. Years later I would check under my car and in my back seat before getting in my vehicle. I never let anyone get on the inside track of me when walking down a sidewalk and I always look over my back when going to a public John. I am not paranoid, and I do not think anyone is out to get me. I simply want to be certain that I have an advantage just in case someone might be out to get me. 😊 Karen has learned to cope with my rather bizarre behavior and attributes it to my intrinsic anxiety.



The “Good Old Boys” of modern country music started in the seventies telling us that rural people were good people. That real life took place in rural areas. Cities were evil. Rural people were God fearing and patriotic. City people were heathens and atheists.
Donald Trump’s anthem was a song by Lee Greenwood called “God Bless the USA.” Under more normal circumstances, I would applaud this song. Greenwood won the Country Music Association’s award for Male Vocalist of the Year in 1983 and 1984, and his “God Bless the USA” had been awarded the CMA’s Song of the Year honors in 1985. However, when welded by Trump and his supporters it evokes overtones of racism and xenophobia. What else can you think when you see people marching around with Swastikas and Confederate Flags singing “God Bless the USA?”
“This practice is no certain note of patriotism. To instigate the populace with rage beyond the provocation, is to suspend public happiness, if not to destroy it. He is no lover of his country, that unnecessarily disturbs its peace. Few errors and few faults of government, can justify an appeal to the rabble, who ought not to judge of what they cannot understand, and whose opinions are not propagated by reason, but caught by contagion.” — The Patriot, by S. Johnson, 1774.




A friend of mine once told me that you catch more flies with sugar than you do with vinegar. Over the years, I have been told that I am too negative. I have been labeled as a pessimist who more often sees the bad things in life rather than the good things. I have been accused of being a skeptic and even a nihilist. I have decided to turn over a new leaf. I am determined to share more positive thoughts in my blogs. I want you to see the world as a wonderful place full of joy and good will. I was going to start my new focus next year, but I decided “why wait.” “He who hesitates is lost.” Thus, I give you the secret to living the life that I am sure you want to live. Just BE:
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