To Women who march for Women, this says it ALL: **"I am not a "disgrace to women" because I don't support the women's march. I do not feel I am a "second class citizen" because I am a woman. I do not feel my voice is "not heard" because I am a woman. I do not feel I am not provided opportunities in this life or in America because I am a woman. I do not feel that I "don't have control of my body or choices" because I am a woman. I do not feel like I am " not respected or undermined" because I am a woman. I am not a "victim" because you say I am. I AM a woman. I can make my own choices. I can speak and be heard. I can VOTE. I can work if I want. I can stay home if I want. I control my body. I can defend myself. I can defend my family. There is nothing stopping me to do anything in this world but MYSELF. I do not blame my circumstances or problems on anything other than my own choices or even that sometimes in life, we don't always get what we want. I take responsibility for myself. I am a mother, a daughter, a wife, a sister, a friend. I am not held back in life but only by the walls I choose to not go over which is a personal choice. Quit blaming. Take responsibility. If you want to speak, do so. But do not expect for me, a woman, to take you seriously wearing a pink va-jay-jay hat on your head and screaming profanities and bashing men. If you have beliefs, and speak to me in a kind matter, I will listen. But do not expect for me to change my beliefs to suit yours. Respect goes both ways. If you want to impress me, especially in regards to women, then speak on the real injustices and tragedies that affect women in foreign countries that do not that the opportunity or means to have their voices heard. Saudi Arabia, women can't drive, no rights and must always be covered. China and India, infantcide of baby girls. Afghanistan, unequal education rights. Democratic Republic of Congo, where rapes are brutal and women are left to die, or HIV infected and left to care for children alone. Mali, where women can not escape the torture of genital mutilation. Pakistan, in tribal areas where women are gang raped to pay for men's crime. Guatemala, the impoverished female underclass of Guatemala faces domestic violence, rape and the second-highest rate of HIV/AIDS after sub-Saharan Africa. An epidemic of gruesome unsolved murders has left hundreds of women dead, some of their bodies left with hate messages. Or the 7 year old girls being sold or married off to 60 year old men, Or the millions of women sold and bought into sex trafficking. And that's just a few examples. So when women get together in AMERICA and whine they don't have equal rights and march in their clean clothes, after eating a hearty breakfast, and it's like a vacation away that they have paid for to get there... This WOMAN does not support it. " (Reposted from Brandi Goings Atkinson written by **Holly Weber Parker) The celebrated icons you hold up like Madonna, etc. have used their bodies to sell their latest fashions, music, and projects. Ashley Judd complains that men in movies will make more millions than her millions, while single mothers in this country can barely feed their children. Most of these women leading you will leave the March in their private jets, feast with money you have spent on their products, songs and ideology. They have spent decades convincing young girls that you have to be skinny and sexy - they flaunt the very body parts they now scream should be protected. They look at the unborn as an inconvenience. Stop drinking the Kool-aid, girls. Find your leadership from women who hold onto the only Hope we have for a fallen world: the Almighty God.
TO ALL THE ANGRY HATERS: Yep! I'm going to the Inaugural! I would have gone if Obama asked me. I would have gone if Hilary asked me. But they didn't. (And I rarely agreed with them on anything.) And btw, their checkered past plays no part in my discussion or decision. Neither does yours or mine. So, yes... I am going. I go because I love America. I am a Patriot. I respect the process and the Office. I may never even see the President. I may never even get close enough to anyone to snap a picture. But I'm going. My performance may never make the news, the tabloids or the history books. But I'm going. I don't need your agreement, your filthy language or even your blessing. I am going because at some point in life you must put aside your opinion, your politics and your anger and remember we are ALL Americans and thousands have died so that I might have the freedom to disagree, vote, protest and even dance at fancy parties.
IF you marched for all the right reasons, good for you. Can you tell me WHAT freedom is in jeopardy for you?? And WHERE have these women been for the last 8 years, as well as the last 30 years that Hillary Clinton has been in politics? Where was the "passion" and anger for the women of the world? I wonder how many marchers are simply mad because they didn't get their way on Election Day. I would be curious to know how many of them actually voted or pay taxes? I have worked in third world countries, fostered, donated, loved and focused on the hearts of women for the last 25 years. Frankly, I don't need Marches to teach me the changes that the world needs. God's Word is the "lamp unto my feet." If I waited for a celebrity or a mass protest to inspire action, I'd get nothing accomplished. And believe me... if Women's Rights were on the line, if the government was about to throw a burka over my head, if they were going to require me to have only two children or take my vote away.. I would March. We are free to March AND we are free to NOT March... https://cts.compassion.com/events/678
Since you have time on your hands to protest antique statues, scream obscenities in the streets against the police, against the President.. While you spew hate and beat people up that don't agree with you -- Why don't you have your Anti-Everything buses drop you off in Houston and do something that truly helps humanity. BTW, I am so tired of the media giving you more coverage than the people hurting in Texas. #BoycottTheMedia. Rant over.