World Divided

WORLD DIVIDED - Written by Carroll Bryant

So many questions going unanswered

This troubled uncertainty is a virus

That's deadly

Anger and hate from the left

Has left a violent memory

They claim to love children

Then they kill the babies

They foam at the mouth with

Words filled with rabies

They surrendered their soul at the church of lunacy

Do you remember where you were

When democrats divided this country?

I remember where I was

When the democrats divided the world

Their words of love and peace is

"Let's kill McConnell"

Dayton and El Paso are deceased

Let's kill some Trump donors

Let's kill all the dreams
And then kill the dreamers

Do you remember where you were

When democrats divided this country?

I remember where I was

When the democrats divided the world

They want a blood nation

Red as their China

Let illegal immigrants rule the Earth

Let terrorists hold a parade if you wanna

Because

The Green New Deal is an active grenade

Don't ask questions

Don't give answers

No explanations

Learn how to pander

Deep state corruption at its liberal finest

Destroy the man because

They're in love with the war

No food on the table

No food for Baltimore

Walking on eggshells and they

Keep throwing stones

Liberals left them in their dorm rooms

Alone

Homeless means homeless without a home

Do you remember where you were

When democrats divided this country?

I remember where I was

When the democrats divided the world

Democrats Are Communists

A few months before our last presidential election, I had an encounter with my first heathen. It was a normal quiet evening at home. I was watching "The Five" when a knock on the door got my attention. I opened the door and there stood a little man of about five feet, six inches and looking every bit of perhaps in his sixties. He was holding a clipboard. "Are you Carroll Bryant?" He asked.

I stared him down. He looked like he was soliciting something and clearly, he didn't know how to read because he failed to understand the sign posted on my door which states: 'No Soliciting. This means YOU!.' I answered him anyway. "Yes, I'm Carroll Bryant."

I didn't get the mans name, even though he did tell me, I just didn't give a damn because after telling me his name, he mentioned he was a democrat running for office in the nearby town. The word democrat quickly put me in a vile mood. It's the trigger word that sends me into super defense mode. It's the most offensive word to me in the English dictionary. The man continued speaking. "I see here you are listed as an Independent and you intend to vote?"

"Yes." I mumbled. "I'm voting for Trump."

"Oh," The little weasel responded, "is that written in stone? What I mean is, I was wondering if you would like to switch to democrat?"

"Switch to democrat?" I copied. "Are you retarded?" He looked at me with severe confusion on his face. I didn't allow him time to answer because in reality, that was a rhetorical question. I went on. "Why would I want to become a communist?"

"A what?" Mr. Dork-ass stuttered. "A communist? I'm not a communist."

"Yes you are." I reiterated firmly, before adding, "All democrats are communist shit-holes. Now get off my lawn. I won't ask you twice."

"Mr. Carroll", this dip-shit kept talking, "I'm not a communist. Democrats are not communists. Where do you get this?"

"I get this from the fact that you ass wipes are in love with China." I told him. "And because I said you are communists. Besides," I added for good measure, "does it look like I want to live in a tent?" (Of course I was referring to the state of California where hundreds of thousands of people are homeless and live in tents.)

The cockroach took a deep breath or two and started to say something when I quicl;y extended my arm and placed my hand tightly around his pencil neck, lifted him up slightly and began marching towards the edge of my yard. "I said to get off my lawn and I wasn't going to ask you twice."

When I tossed him out, he started gathering his senses as my action took him by complete surprise. He soon began to give me a 'talking to' while fumbling with his cell phone and called the police. "That's assault." This prick was saying. "You just assaulted me."

I stood firm. "I didn't assault you. If I ever assault you, you wouldn't know it for three months, which is how long your coma would last."

Nonetheless, we waited for the cops. Long story short, no charges were filed. "It's his yard." The cop explained. "You were trespassing. He asked you to leave. You refused. He has every right to remove you forcibly off the premises. I know Mr. Bryant and quite frankly, you are lucky he didn't shoot you."

This idiot did a double take after hearing this. I looked over at the cop. "I'm in a good mood today."

Despite his constant butt-hurt whining, the cop ended up leaving with wise words to the dummy. "Stay out of his yard and you won't have anything to worry about."

This wasn't the first time an event like this took place. Some months earlier, another democrat politician knocked on my door to try and get to me to convert to the CONFORMITY side. He said if I did so, I could vote in the democrat primary. I pretty much gave him the same business as I did the second guy. The cops were called to that one. It almost turned into a big mess, but lessons were learned that was then applied to the second incident.

The point is; Democrats think they are privileged or something. They think their shit doesn't stink when in fact, it stinks to high heaven. Democrats are evil creatures. They are the biggest bullies in the universe. Their hate, anger and violence is so out of control, there is no way in hell I would ever even consider voting for them, much less, vote for them.

They are communists! Make no mistake. They support socialist and communist ideals. They are already living the fascist dream because they have the mainstream media / social media pushing their evil agenda. They support the terrorist organization known as Hamas, and they support MS-13, the fascist group known as Antifa. The racist hate groups called Black Lives Matter and Black Panther Party. They also support and kiss the stupid asses of racist Louis Farrakhan and Al Sharpton.

It's simple, democrats want everyone to conform to their communism, and when you don't, they will stop at nothing to try and destroy you. This is evil. As is killing babies in the womb or moments shortly after birth. I am an Atheist myself, but I'm pretty sure that Jesus would not be cool with that, nor would God be down with that, if there was a God. And if God did approve of killing babies, then I wouldn't think he would be God as much as maybe being Lucifer.

If you look at the liberal policies in major cities, you will see the horrible living conditions, the crime / shooting rates, the poverty in black communities, the terrible education systems, the homelessness, and the list goes on and on and on.

Their constant hatred, anger and violence, backed by so many of their lies, was reason enough for me to go from an Independent that once leaned left, to one that now leans a little bit right. But this doesn't matter to these things, they will still call me a republican because the truth about democrats is, if you don't support their COMMUNIST ideas, then you're a republican to them.

I have spent my life standing up to bullies. Fighting is one of the things that I can do really well. My grandfather, before he died, told me to be responsible with that ability. He was the one who said I should use it for good, to protect and defend people from evil. Mostly children and women. This is why I now stand up against democrats. Because they are EVIL.

The following represents some of what I consider evil. (But not limited to): MURDERERS, RAPISTS, PEDOPHILES, DEMOCRATS, SOCIALISTS, COMMUNISTS, FASCISTS, TERRORISTS.

So, when you think of places that democrats love and or support like, China, North Korea, Syria, Venezuela, and remember when they offered Russia a "reset" button? Then just think about democrats because ultimately, their goal is to turn America into nothing more than the second China.

In my town, we know how to keep our democrats in line. I wish all of America could do the same. Our local democrats know better than to go out and start spewing their hate and violence around  here. They know they will have to deal with the likes of me, and my friends. And no cop around here will protect them because mostly, we deal with our own issues as a community more than as law enforcement. The point is, our local democrats know that if they go out using their violent tactics in my town, they will be met with violence more violent than what they can produce.

We just do not tolerate it here. End of story.

I know some of you will say, "But Carroll, not all democrats are evil." But I say, "Hogwash!" Because even if you think a democrat isn't evil, just remember, they will vote for democrats into office that are evil. Just look at Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez. Or Ilhan Omar, Tlaib, Pressley, Adam Schiff, Nancy Pelosi, Maxine Watters, Chuck Schumer, or any other democrat holding office. They are ALL EVIL to the core. They have no souls. Just listen to them, all of them. All they do is talk about how bad things are or will be. It's always DOOM and GLOOM for them, and then they talk about how great it is to live in a tent. It's sick! I don't think I have ever met a democrat that doesn't have, or show signs of having, a mental illness.

Look at Chicago. It's so bad there that the rest of the state is trying to KICK THEM OUT.

So, the next time some democrat politician comes knocking on your door, trying to recruit you into their racist / hate group, just say no. Make sure you make it clear to them that you are not, nor shall you ever become, a piece of shit COMMUNIST.

Then physically throw them out of your yard.  Ha!

Remember

DEMOCRATS ARE COMMUNISTS

 






 

Family, My Family

I can't believe it! I really can't. Finally! My mother found a way to apologize to me about the things she thought of me, and said about me to others. It only took her to pass away and bug me for six months from the great beyond until she got to learn the truth about her most difficult child.

In the nuttiest of shells, it goes a little something like this. My mother died this past December. Ever since then, she has been pestering me when I sleep. Coming to me in dream format. It started the first week of January. About ten days after she passed. She appeared three times that month, and all of them were basically the same.

It was nothing more than her getting in my face, screaming and yelling at me. She was very angry. She was angry because I didn't come to visit her in her last remaining days to say goodbye. She was also angry that I didn't attend her wake, or her funeral. Hell, it's been six months and I haven't even been to her grave, even though I do know where she is buried. I also explained to her, eventually, that I said my goodbyes when she was still alive.

In the first dream, I explained to her that I was angry as well. I was mad because when she found out that August that she had cancer, she failed to pick up the phone and notify me. She failed to reach out and fix our relationship. The one that SHE broke.

I knew why she did it. Or in this case, didn't do it.

It was because not once in her life has she ever apologized to me for anything. In our head to head collisions, that began after I joined the Army Reserve, she also had never reached out to me first to try and fix things. I was the one who had to do that. I never understood it because she was always the one who flamed the fires, and attacking me, and yet I had to be the one to be the bigger person or else she and I would have never had a relationship of any kind. 

I now find myself regretting that. In fact, the last time she and I spoke, which was on the phone, (and yes, I reached out to her) I told her that I regretted that. I went as far as to tell her that I regretted  ever coming back to Ohio after my Navy days were done. I told her that if I could do it over again, knowing then what I know now, I would have stayed in the Navy for at least another two years, or maybe gone to California to pursue my writing ambitions. Or perhaps have stayed in Norfolk, Virginia.

Anything would have been better than doing it the way I did it.

I think that may have broken her heart. Good! Now she knew how I felt all these years when she would break mine. I never was good at revenge. Maybe that's because I hated it. But she had to know the truth. Mostly because she asked me if I had any regrets in life. If you don't want to hear the answer, then don't ask the question.

So, for the three dreams she came to me in, we stood face to face arguing. She wanted to know certain things about my military life and other mysteries about me that she found intriguing. One thing, among many, was she wanted to know if I was gay. I told her, "No."

She went down a list and I answered each one. I found it odd that she never asked me these things when she was alive. And I had a few things I wanted to ask her in return. She struggled in her replies. Often times stuttering. By the third dream, I told her not to come to me in her angry fashion anymore. She had plenty of opportunities to ask me anything when she was alive, but she failed to do so for whatever her reasons.

It was too late for her and I to fix anything between us. The reasons are no longer important to me. Basically, I was telling her to stay away from me. It was over, and there was nothing more she and I need to discuss.

Then came February, and with it, three more dreams. Only in these dreams, she didn't confront me. Each of the dreams were nothing more than her snooping around me and my friends. We were always gathered at a house familiar to me. All of my friends, living or deceased, were there.  We were doing nothing more than chit chatting quietly. I was talking to a couple of my friends when I noticed my mother sitting on a chair in the short distance with her ear turned in my direction. I had to softly tell my friends to ignore her. And whatever they did, do not speak to her about me. She was just trying to 'dig up some dirt' on me. She was trying to figure a few things out.

From March to a few days ago, she continued to pry, and a few times, 'set me up' with various scenarios. Apparently, I passed her "tests" with flying colors. In all, it led to one thing, that she now realizes that she was wrong about me in many, many ways. She finally has gotten to see the truth about me, and what I stand for in this life. She now knows who I am. She now sees how wrong she was in her life regarding what she thought about me, and who I am in this world. She also realizes now the force behind my writing.

I finally understand a few things, too. First, she never wanted me to leave the military. She enjoyed talking about her kids, and she really loved to tell people that one of her kids was in the military. When I left, she could no longer say that. I had to explain to her that it was, after all, my life to do with what I wanted.

Now she finally gets it.

I also learned that she did not care one bit about my writing. In fact, she confessed to me that she hated it. She blamed my leaving the military on the writing. But like I mentioned earlier, she now has come to see the force behind it, and she is okay with it. But now it is too late for me to give a shit about what she thinks.

We have made peace.

However, I told her that I did not want her 'visiting' me or 'checking in, or on' me any longer. She needs to spend her afterlife time on the three other kids that she loved more than me. And on her grandchildren. I want to be left alone. I have no plans on joining her when I die. I plan to go my own way, and do my own thing. You see, I have the heart of a Joan of Arc, but the soul of a gigolo.

My mother finally sees this, but it's too bad she didn't see it when she was alive. Our many fall-outs would have been avoided if only she had trusted / respected me a little bit more. Sometimes we let our pride get in the way of the truth.

She was a prideful woman.

But it is true, she cared more about her other three kids than she did me. There was a pecking order, no matter how many times she would have said, and maybe did say, that she had no favorites. She was only fooling herself, and she was never fooled.

She has now promised to let me be.

I thanked her for the wonderful childhood she gave to me, and those are the memories I choose to carry with me until, and when I pass over. A journey that I may be closer to than I would ever admit.

My horse is already saddled up, and I am ready to ride.

As for my siblings, we still are not in contact with each other. They have insulted me, disrespected me, and they believe everything is all my fault. You can't fix a relationship with people who think they are better than you, and you are to blame for everything. And so it would appear that we will never speak again to each other in this life, the afterlife, or the next life. At least I hope we never do. I have no plans to hang around them in any time or dimension. We just don't mix. They have made it clear that they don't give a monkey shit about me, and I have had to learn to not give a monkey shit about them.

Meanwhile, I am still exploring. I am trying to find something that I failed to find in this life. Maybe I will find it in the afterlife, or maybe I will need to return to this world in my next life and hopefully, find it then. And what is it that I am trying to find?

That's for me to know ... and something my mother finally understands.