We live in a fake society 

Anyone watching the news should have no argument with the title of this post. Our society has indeed been overrun with the fake. Although our President has been quick to point out the trend of fake news I submit that this fakeness permeates our entire culture. And by the way, in case there is any question of where I stand, Trump is correct, most news is not at all news but a distribution of leftist philosophy. 

What besides the news is fake? For one, gender identification. No longer satisfied with how they were born, there are some who have decided that not only are they a member of the opposite of their physical sex and gender, but they have come up with and ever growing list of other possibilities. These other genders are fake. They do not exist except as an artificial construct.

The new rule is, if the obvious is not adequate, add complications. Looking down past your waist should be a sufficient method of determining whether you are a boy or girl. But, no, this is too simple. Common sense is just too simple a tool for the deviant mind. And when I say deviant I am not referring only to sexuality.

A fake view of life also spills over into the realm of the unborn. Once upon a time if you made something alive become dead, you killed it. But this is way too simple, like the new fake descriptions of gender, we cannot call a baby, a baby. We cannot call someone who is alive, alive or someone who is dead, dead. The fake term here is abortion. Deviant thinkers have decided that the rules needed to be changed to remove the guilt associated with murder. How very convenient for them. At one time when a couple found out they were pregnant, they announced the expectation of a baby. Now, it isn’t really a baby, unless he or she is wanted. I predict that abortion, the fake name for murder, will eventually, sooner than later, start to be applied any time an unwanted or inconvenient life is taken away. Old people, the handicapped and babies, even those who make it out of the womb, will be murdered but it will be called abortion.

Fake rights are being created all the time. A gay couple can demand to be married. This is a fake right since two people of the same sex are not even a couple. Best friends, roommates, but not a couple. Same sex couples and same sex marriage are fake names for deviant behavior. 

From the same people who insist on the right to be a couple comes another fake right. The right to insist that every one else caters to their wants and desires. The “couple” who insisted that Christian bakers deny their own identity and rights in order to satisfy and help perpetuate the gay agenda would not have complied if the roles were reversed. 

Another fake right is the right not to be offended or have to allow others to speak their own mind. There is no such thing as a public safe space. Unless you wish to enter your own home and lock the door, there is no where else where you have the right to silence anyone who with whom you disagree or forbid their presence. 

This has brought rise to innumerable fake societal concepts. Social justice is another fake term that dares to violate my right to think or speak of ideas that are not politically correct. Of course political correctness is just another fake term for deviants to rule over traditionalists. 

I hope this post upsets you and triggers you in every way possible. Maybe then people will start using common sense again. 


An open letter to my wife on what would have been our 33rd anniversary.

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Today would have been 33 years of marriage. It’s hard to know when to stop counting. The words “Happy Anniversary” have lost their meaning. Soon you’ll have been gone for 4 years. Of course the 1st one was the most difficult. They have become easier as time passes. But, easier is not the same as easy. It will never be easy.

Getting accustomed to life without you has been an ongoing project that will never be finished. Reading about others in the same boat and encountering those who have recently lost a spouse reminds me that this is part of life. Not a good part but a part never the less.

After a while I have begun to develop and fall into new patterns. Or perhaps I am just falling back into some of my patterns from when we were not yet married. It is difficult to remember that far back. That was another life. And now, this too is another life.

When a couple marry, we become someone different than the person we were previously. So much changes. And now, being alone again, I am once again becoming someone else. At least that is how it feels. Whoever I become, it is just another part of life. The circumstances that brought us to this point were beyond our control. Now many things are in my control, though not all that I wish. Whatever comes now, be sure that you were, and are a part of who I am. I hope that side of me that you helped make is always a part of me.

Getting used to being alone

After today it will be three years of life as a….and I don’t like to say it….as a widower. The word is sad and foreboding. Am I becoming accustomed to this life without her? I suppose to some extent, I am. What is my other option?


Tonight is the anniversary of the night she left to spent the rest of eternity with God. It is a new life for her, one that is quite beyond my comprehension but I know it has to be wonderful. Now that some time has passed since that awful time I’m learning to look at my situation in a different light and perspective.

Neither of us chose this new journey that we’ve embarked upon. Hers of course, is the one we will all eventually take. I’ve written enough about being sad and missing her. It’s time to stop writing that way. I’m pretty sure I’ve said all there is to say about that.

Life really is different and trying to embrace the positives without feeling guilty and as though I’m betraying her by being happy is a difficult thing. The alternative would be to stay miserable and sad and to wear it on my sleeve for all to see. It’s a way of proclaiming, look at me, I’m still grieving! But I’ve found that I don’t enjoy being around that person and I’m guessing that no one else does either.

If I’m being transparent, which I usually am, I always have the concern that I’ve become content without her. That somehow I’m glad for it. That I prefer it. It’s an uncomfortable though that I expect is not uncommon in my situation.  Do I like being alone? I like it as much as I did before I was ever married. I had no problem being single. I don’t have any problem with it now except that I expected to live out the rest of my life with her at my side.

It is as though I am two people. One is just a middle-aged single man, with grown up kids and grand-kids who has many years (I hope) ahead to enjoy life. The other is the man who lost his wife and doesn’t know how to let that go.  I walk with one foot in each life, switching back and forth between them.

Learning who I am now, at this new time in life is a challenge. I don’t require sympathy or condolence, maybe just understanding.

I’ve made changes. I have ideas about what I’d like my future to be. Nothing concrete, but some hopes. It really is a process. I guess all we can do is take life day by day. Since it really isn’t the end, it might be the beginning.