Caveat:  Before reading further, if you are a regular reader of this blog, then you are aware of my political ideologies.  If you are a guest or dropped by into my blog neighborhood and are not familiar or if you disagree with me, and you get nasty, I will delete your comments and block you. 

This is my blog.  You can write about your thoughts on your own blog.

Let the post commence.

Since 2016, I have not displayed the American Flag on my property.  Nor have I displayed any image of it on a car window or bumper sticker.    And, as I grew up not wearing the flag or images on my person as my father said it was disrespectful to Old Glory, I have complied.

There was a time when ALL Americans loved to fly this flag. Until 2016 when those fake patriots took it as theirs and theirs only.

In 2016, one candidate won the popular vote but was not elected President due to our unfair and outdated Electoral College proving that these United States is not a true democracy.  Instead, a con-man, a TV personality, a friend of the Mafia and now, a convicted felon, was elected due to the process of this Electoral College.

Madame Popular Vote–you always exhibit class and a well-educated vibe!

During the four years of it’s Presidency, he did absolutely nothing for the middle class.  I drive around various neighborhoods in the Philadelphia suburbs in which I live and those dwellings—the ones with broken appliances on lawns, shutters hanging from windows on a thread, overgrown weeds that sported signs for the con man—have shown no improvement.  No improvements have been made. And I am sure these dwellers are on social programs—which, might I add will be taken away from them should their felon god be reelected this November.  Yet, they remain cultists.

Sorry bud. But if you think that other guy is going to make your housing situation better, think again.

Racist.  Misogynistic. Homophobic.  Hateful cultists. They are in a cult in which their leader praises Mein Kampf and holds the Good Book upside down.

That other candidate lies about never reading this vile book–yet he idolizes the author and can quote him.

But—enough of that.  I want to write about my hope.

Earlier this summer, when my husband and I were in France, we missed the debate between President Biden and that other person.

Through the reports of the news media, it appeared that Biden had failed. MSNBC, CNN were cruel and threw Joe under the bus referring to him as too old, too incoherent, not cognizant and the list goes on.  Not one of them mentioned the other candidate’s lies, his nastiness or his anger. It was all focused on Biden’s seemingly shortcomings.

He will always be President Biden to me!

A couple of weeks later, when my son Roman was visiting, we were just about to park my car upon entering an Asian market and the news came.  My Joe stepped down from the race.

I started to cry and my son comforted me. He told me that things would get better.  I doubted him.  And then something happened.

I started listening to Kamala Harris.  And I liked what I heard.  I liked what I saw.  I saw a strong woman who was focused on family values and restoring the class of the middle.  My emotional unwellness started to be taken care of.  Not healed mind you, because I am still traumatized and triggered by the results of 2016.  But I started to feel slightly hopeful.

The voice of the class of the middle. Of the melding pot of us–both immigrants and those born here.  I like her. She’s renewed my hope!

I grew impatient as one would wait for news of her running mate. Among them was my Governor and boss (of the hospital) Josh Shapiro.  He has done a lot for this State and I did not want him to be the running made because, selfishly, Pennsylvania needs him.

Ultimately, Tim Walz, Governor of the State of Minnesota was chosen.  Knowing little about him, I sure found out within days of the wonderful person he is.  He is also the personification of great dad.  He is that neighbor you wish you had.  He was a teacher, football coach and all-around good guy.   The polar opposite of the other guy’s running mate.

Our All-American, heartland Dad!

And anyone–especially Ann Coulter and other self-righteous, fake christian republicans who made fun of Gus Walz, Walz’s neurodivergent son, I will meet you in the schoolyard and will be ready to fight tooth and nail.  Gus–consider me one of your new aunties! Nobody puts Gus in a corner!

My hope started growing.

..and my hope continues to grow.

Then I faithfully watched the DNC for four nights. (Not on CNN or MSNBC because those stations are nothing more than make-believe journalists who threw Joe under the bus. Rachel, Chris, Anderson—I’m talking to YOU!).   C-Span was the choice.

Looking at the diversity made me happy.  Watching the excitement made me even happier and hopeful.  Then the speeches.  I think we cried happy tears more than we did not.

Republican speakers who wanted to protect their country as opposed to their party made me incredibly hopeful.

That other party needs to take note of their own Adam Kinzinger–he put his country before party and spoke at the DNC.  He’s a force!

Meh—I could have done without the celebrities but hey, you cannot have everything.

Women for women’s rights spoke which just about broke my heart of what they endured.  Their strength moved me.

Imagine being a 12 year-old who was raped and impregnated by her stepfather. That other party believes in rapist’s rights and not a woman’s right to chose.

First responders, those injured at the Insurrection, Union people.  All my kind of people bound together through hope for America to be America again.

Watching Stevie Wonder and Pink perform was astounding.

Be still my heartstrings! Pink. Stevie Wonder. And Pink’s daughter Willow all added to my hope.

Big Gretch and her lipstick.

Gretchen Whitmer “Big Gretch” is my new hero. She stands up to those weaklings.

Michelle and Barack Obama.

These two kids!  I love ’em! Their speeches were profound!

And yes.  My Joe.  All of this tied in a blue ribbon gave me enough hope to…………

Joe with his grandson. How could anyone not love this?

Go against my dad’s ban of wearing the flag.  I ordered a sweater with an image of Old Glory and I love it.  The weather is still too hot to wear it but I have my Harris/Walz tee shirts in the meantime.

It gives me great joy to wear this sweater. And I hope to wear it proudly and often.  Instead, wore this Kamala Tee Shirt.

I plan on going shopping and installing one of those flag holders so that I can, once again, display patriotism by waving the flag.  Waving it and taking it down at dusk and folding it properly because proper flag etiquette is paramount.

I am brought back to wonderful childhood memories of Memorial Day.  And Independence Day.  And Labor Day.  The three greatest American holidays to display our patriotism with parades, and cookouts and family and friends at parties.  And swimming.  And staying up late holding sparklers while looking skyward for beautiful displays of fireworks.

I long to return to the feeling I had when I was a child. Being so happy and proud to be an American!  I need that feeling back!

My America could very well be saved from a tyrannical beast.

Lady Liberty could stand tall again.  Welcoming immigrants the way she did my grandparents and other relatives.  And my friends’ ancestors.

Liberty Enlightening the World.  The greatest gift from France that stands regally in New York Harbor.  Back when I worked on Wall Street, I would love taking lunch to the Battery and looking with pride at her.  When my kids were young, I would take them for picnics on her grounds.  She welcomes everyone!

Today, I am cautiously hopeful because I am aware, that we, as Americans need to vote for our freedom and vote in massive numbers.  We need to take women’s rights back.  We need to re-work laws to get others onto the SCOTUS so that this kangaroo zoo is not a majority of extreme-righties.

We need to bring values and a moral compass back to our country.

I want that Memorial-Independence-Labor Day feeling of my childhood to be renewed.  I want my hope renewed.

I want the fireworks back!

And most of all, I want to have that feeling of the love I once had for my America.

And I will support those who support the middle class, family values and all things good for our America!

America the Brave.  America the Free. America the Beautiful!