The Winter Chillby Rebecca Mance on 01/30/19
Hello my amazing fans! Yes, I realize it has been more than a year since any blog! I am sorry….Yikes, I am supposed to keep up with social media but of course, social media gets lots of people into trouble. I don’t need to look for trouble as it finds me always… even when I want to avoid it….So why add to it by blogging all of the time? Who wants to hear what I really think anyway? You write the wrong thing, wear the wrong hat and …like super-dang…. You are mobbed by people.
OMG….Just for being you. Just your very existence. People sometimes don’t like who you are. Hey and having been at the receiving end of bullying many times as a child…why not just stay away from expressing thoughts and ideas right?
We should all love and have an open mind about everyone…that is what I learned when I was a little girl.
I once asked my mother when I was small why there were white people, brown people and Chinese? She said, “God thought of people like ice-cream…he wanted every flavor and loved them all”. That is how I grew up, that thinking. That is what my mother taught me. But lately it seems an advantage to keep like minded people apart.
Of course, my mother loved Elvis and Ronald too. We were dirt poor, we got roughed up a lot…. but she managed somehow. One thing she always said to me was that you never take one dime you didn’t earn. She said welfare was its own evil form of slavery. Once you took money you didn’t earn it took away your pride and everything you were.
Hence….I had a number of interesting offers as a young woman. Went through a lot as a girl. I worked since I was 16 and my mother was so right. There is a beautiful self-actualization that comes with earning your own money and making it. No, it doesn’t mean you have to be rich, it just means you feel the satisfaction of your own two hands working and making it.
When did that become unfashionable?
So, you see, as a writer….I want to express my free thoughts, share stories and ideas. For my fans, you know that my books always have these hidden messages.
How can a dumbass like me blog when I certainly would end up saying (or wearing) the wrong thing at the wrong time and being mobbed? I am always very awkward at parties. I don’t have straight teeth.
I am serious when I say all these recent events are making me rethink my next Derby hat. Are there going to be rules at the Derby about hats too? Will someone attack me if I wear a hat of the wrong color? Yikes….Well, thank God the Derby is still in Kentucky. The worst thing you have to worry about is a wild cat or being attacked while mowing your lawn. Seems quite civilized compared to DC…giggles.
But then, I guess that is what bullying is all about… isn’t it? And just like when I was a child, the “example” set by attacking people who just put forth an idea …well, it is bullying….making people afraid to speak out…making people afraid to do what is right. Making people afraid to just be honest and talk from the heart.
But my revolutionary war ancestor was Thomas Hale. He served four years in the Continental Army before retiring to his farm. Where he had a son he named Francis Marion Hale. Who had a son named William Jackson Hale. And it went on from there. They say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. They fought for freedom and rights. They were not cowards and neither will I be.
So, I have an idea to share. Like a story. I am a book writer, right? Perhaps raw and independent which makes it even better….
OMG…yes, it is true that Star Dragon has had little work..I know I promised to finish. I am so busy working but I love my work so much…and apparently, we could soon be taxed on what we own. I own intellectual property, which is property of the mind, my books. So why even write another one that will be taxed?
Soon we may be taxed on our engagement ring, or the necklace that our granny gave us. The one-time purchase of lovely bedroom furniture. Dangerous things are afoot. Very dangerous. And the poor girl that I once was says that she never wanted a dime she didn’t earn and now, whatever she earns at the end, she wants to keep and give to a granddaughter or grandson.
I just want to float an idea. Just thoughts.
Let’s say that we get the new proposed taxes by the upcoming candidates, you know where we are taxed again for things we own? Oh, and let’s add in taxing the super-rich. I have never been one of those people and I do not hold ideas based on some concept that it could be me. That is so laughable. I am intelligent enough that I think like the founders. I believe that all people are equal. I believe all people should be taxed equally. I don’t believe in punishing people for being smart, or working hard. I am pretty darned sure I am never going to be even close to rich. I am okay with that. I don’t envy anyone, nor do I feel that someone else’s money belongs to me. I guess it started with my mother. Her ideas of never taking anything for free. Free is never free, not really.
So, back to the story. Let’s say the IRS taxes me for a few things that I managed to acquire through hard work over the years…not even money…my granny’s necklace or my anniversary ring. I guess they will confiscate it when I can’t pay the tax because I am old and everything right?
What about the rich people then? You might say. Those hated creative people who changed the world. Let’s say we take everything from them. Now, I am poor (because I guess I am going to be taxed for owning my own house). They will be taxed for owning art, and lovely things…. fine cars, fine furniture etc. So, once it is confiscated, who is going to buy it? Russia! Giggles…I couldn’t resist that.
But seriously…so, all I can picture is people who run our government being awash with belongings that they taxed us for that we own and then when we can’t pay the tax, they come and take it. Yes, they will live behind walls, protected by guns that we no longer can have, of course, eating with our mother in law’s confiscated silver…..
Okay, so then there will be equality, right? Now I am poor, so that means I get free stuff, too right? Although, if I am wearing the wrong hat, probably I don’t get healthcare or anything.
The rich guys will finally pay their due! They created jobs and bought fine wine (making winery jobs), fine cars (jobs there too but even average me can’t afford a car because I am paying taxes to keep my engagement ring or my mother in law’s silver), and (do I need to go on here?). So, fine, perhaps some people don’t care if there are lovely cars, or art, or wine. Those rich guys need to pay right? For what? Working hard? Or pay for being smart and innovative?
So, we tax them. We tax average people for stuff they own, or inherited. Near me people own farms. They grow food and yes, horses…so all of that is gone. If you take away money and tax people to poor, all that goes away.
Is that then equal justice? Okay…fine….if you think that is fair, let’s keep going.
Yes, in socialism the government owns it and we all live in huts equally. Right. Or factory tubes like in Japan or China….
But the people who rule live behind walls, with guns to protect them, with all of the things they took from us, no matter how poor we were when we started or ended. Oh, but that is fine as long as the rich guys pay too right?
Here is what to think about. Yes, many people will get free stuff for a while, but probably not for very long. Everyone likes to talk about sustainability! Even if you took every dime every rich person had in this country, in the end, it would not last to give people a free life. It would only last a few months at best. Only jobs, investment and free trade sustains any and all. We would all be poor and less stupid countries would live well and be rich on all that we gave them in trade deficit or when they come marching in.
The reason that many more socialistic countries can afford free healthcare is because they have been subsidized for many years by US. And our capitalism.
So, guess what? Margaret Thatcher, a woman I admire so much, said the most amazing thing. Socialism (social welfare) is great (or works) until you run out of someone else’s money. The money will quickly run out and then there is nothing for anyone.
One of the best modern stories about socialism is a movie called White Knights.
Now, I am not young and pretty. I am not that smart. I write a decent story in books. I work hard and I have a big heart.
Writing political things brings you bullying and bad things. But, then, I have never been truly afraid of trouble. Hells bells….I have been poor as dirt, homeless, afraid more times than I want to count, I have been hit very hard many times as a young girl…but yes, I still love men…not that kind obviously, but I still love men of true strength, yes, I like masculine men...obvious from my books...
I have always worked hard and done my best. I’ve never been rich and never will be. However, I am not jealous of those who are rich. I think I am a modern American woman. Unafraid, not a snow-flake, not a man hater, I love being a woman, lace, roses, and all pretty things girls just like….
So there we are…my blog took more than a year to get to. But it always comes from the heart. So, come what may. In May I will be at Derby…wearing a pretty hat of my choice…and the scene will be just like Once Upon a Misty Blue Grass Hill.
My books all have stories. They all reflect my values and who I am. This is as crazy as I am going to get in social media. But you, my dear fans will keep my secrets… no matter what hat I wear at Derby…. I’ll probably sneak to Keeneland too…for opening day with my best friend for all of my life (one of them). Working on that.
I am headed to DC for a visit too…before all of that.. In March. Very excited about that! No details about where I am going except one place I will share. I am going to Arlington Cemetery to thank with all my heart the men and women who gave all to ensure our freedoms.
The ghosts will rise to greet me to remind all of me and all of US of why they sacrificed…it was not in a place where people are jealous and mean because someone worked hard and earned more than us. They fought for ideas where people could speak their mind and heart and not be afraid. A place where old men will not be taken from their home at gunpoint for reasons nobody ever understood to start with.
So, my wish in between this and my next blog unless I get shut down for saying what is in my heart, is that in between we all reflect our blessings and this amazing country. Let’s take this town back and make it amazing again for everyone.
Because after all, my mother said that God loved all flavors of ice-cream…I am sure that includes the ones that were not around at that time…I love rocky road after all and she knew nothing about it at all. Like pralines and cream. I am sure she never heard of that! Point is….I want it to be the world like that. People who love one another and celebrate ideas…let the best idea win.
I miss all of you. I am working hard. I will have time soon for my next book. I have this dream of an RV with all of my books’ names and a symbol for each of them and a desk in there. I want to drive all over the country and celebrate America…all while working as a paralegal….for the most amazing law firms in California. I want my RV (or hippie van) to have a huge American flag with a peace sign and flowers, just like Summer Beck in my book The Medici Prince -Glass of Obsession.
For now, I have to work my business and do my best. Why even have a retirement because now talk is of just taking what people earn?
I am never going to be rich. That is okay…perhaps I’ll just become a gypsy…. travel the country writing books and practicing my legal craft. We all might as well not save for retirement. I am sure in the new world order, that is taxed too.
Which only proves one important thing. My granny lived in Greenup Kentucky. I know one thing about that place, there was certainly moonshine and wealth hidden in ball mason jars. They were darned smart in the end.
One thing about the truly “poor folk” is that they know how to go back to being poor, not with a hand out, but hard work and ingenuity, so much pride.
Wild eyed girls getting excited on power and taking away things they didn’t earn… well… they might overtake New York…or Washington, but down the long country roads are still people who believe in equality for all, yes, even those horrible rich people! And ideas that serve everyone, not just the few. Always those people... people like me...their values deal with hard work.
Those ideas always stave off the winter chill that has visited us. Yep....there is a winter chill upon us…but soon, spring is coming. I saw sprouts of the daffodils a week before the big chill. The earth changes. There are reasons. I think that perhaps in one year it rains so there is a lot of mold or something that would hurt crops. Then a cold comes and freezes everything. Some years it is hot… natural things have their own ways. They change.
I am going to grow more lettuce this year and I am expanding my garden for the tomatoes and peppers.
I am hoping my roses will make it through the frost. I will be planting soon. The winter chill will be gone soon leaving behind daffodils, roses and spring. Keeneland will open followed by Derby Day…and I can’t wait.
Yes, I am rethinking Star Dragon. These things take time. But I promise, it will be better than all of the books that came before…even if Liz thinks The Letter is the all time best.
Blessings and love to all. As always thank you for buying my books. Thank you so much. This goes unedited so don’t judge me. I have a lot of work to do tomorrow. I am going to try and blog sooner than a year….maybe in the spring. Highlights of Keeneland Opening Day...or perhaps Churchill Downs Opening day...the cool mist rises off of the green, green grass and the horses emerge from the fog to show us all beauty and grace and the will to win.
Thank you so much to all of you.