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Saturday, February 21, 2026
Voting 2022 Question is this So Voter Neo is it to be the Red Pill Or The Blue Pill?
Sunday, February 15, 2026
Why I became a Republican
Why I became a Republican and abandoned my Democrat parents' beliefs,
I must first tell you where I came from and how I got to where I am now. But stick with me an it will all develop to where life has led me
The beginnings
I was born in the worst February snowstorm of the winter. The doctor could not or would not leave home to help my parents. Dad got in the old car and drove Mom to the hospital. On Main Street in the small town they lived in was the hospital, which required a left-hand turn across 2 lanes of traffic. My mother told me that the snow was blowing so hard that traffic was visible only a very short distance away. My dad turned his car and made it halfway across those two lanes. An oncoming U.S. mail truck hit my mother's side, the rider's side of an American car. It lifted the car and turned it on its side, pinning the driver's side under it. It threw my mom onto the dashboard, under the steering wheel.
Dad somehow managed to get free and climb out of the rider's side door. The Mail Truck driver was very angry and was going to fight with my dad till he found out my mom was about to give birth to me. He helped dad get her out of the car and carried mom into the hospital through the blizzard.
The RN on duty was Mrs. Lincoln. My dad worked with her husband, and years later, I saw their son become a high school basketball player at our high school. Was a good kid, though I was not on teams, so our activities were rarely together.
First Encounter
I got good marks and finished all but 3 mandatory subjects in my first 3years of high school. My guidance counselorwas interested in getting me into a computer keypunch school for children who showed promise.
I started the following Year in my senior year of high school. My dad drove me 60 miles round-trip to school 5 days a week. It was 1971, and the Black folks were protesting with Vietnam demonstrators in the city streets. beating on cars, attacking folks, and occasionally setting fires and getting into fights with passersby.All in peaceful protests and pretty much the same as today, but there wasnt Ice Offiers to badger and taunt. I would be willing to bet those in the street today are the progeny of those in the streets from 1971, or the 1960s in general. (Grand)Children learn what they live.
On my first day of class, 4 young men, not much older, raised their clenched fists and yelled, "Black power." The classroom was made up of Black and Hispanic students from all over the world. I was the only White in the class. These guys demanded my removal from the school, or they would leave. The teacher asked them why. They said bluntly that the white boy wasn't allowed in a class for blacks.
The teacher told him
She quietly told them our ages were the same and that my school and parents had paid for me to be there. His classes were government-funded, and his actions could get him tossed. The leader, who seemed to be the boss, yelled that he wasn't going to be in the same Black Panthers room with a F..ing white boy. She told him that os definitely one on you, you're speaking and acting like a child. He cussed her out and took his 4 followers out. I went on to teach and assist the Trinidad lady who was working hard to pass her courses. Her name was Berl
She watched as my marks were much higher than those of the others in the class. Better schools and better education. But my parents, who both held 1-3 jobs to support a family of 7, consistently, as well as the older kids and my Republican Grandpa, were helping out.
Berl walked over and began talking to me. She asked me if I would help her with a class assignment. No one had spoken to me in many days. She told me she was married and had 2 children back home on the Island. She said, "If you help us pass."Help me pass, and I will help you with the unfriendly atmosphere you're getting. Deal? I was glad to help and told her I only needed to be asked. The class went smoothly, and I got to know most of those who were not still closed-minded. Berl and I graduated at the top of our class. She was smart and caught on fast. I have not seen her in 50 years, but I think she did well when she went home. I pray she did. The black-beanie group missed their education and probably ended up in prison.
Balancing it all
What they didn't know was that the RN, Mrs. Lincoln, was the first face I ever saw. She brought me into this world and was the first face I ever saw. The first hands that held me up made me breathe and fight to live. She was a newborn's first glimpse of humanity. Ms. Lincoln was Black. I thank God that she didn't feel that sickness within her heart when my life was in her hands.
A bit more to inform
I lived in a predominantly Caucasian community growing up. I heard very unkind comments growing up. thought as I do for the moment that we all bleed red blood regardless of my exterior. So you can imagine the culture shock of a kid my age calling me "boy." Something, not in my mind, about either of us. I had just gotten my invitation to train to kill people I never knew and would never meet. I had just recieved My Draft Card and wondered if his hatred would cost other Americans their lives in combat!
I passed my courses and graduated. Berl hugged me, saying thank you for helping me get home. That hug was no different from any other friend I had known. She was a very nice Lady. Hope she is home and took over the company she worked for.
Time passes
Years go by, and I take some time off from my CDL driving job to work in a canning factory for the summer. I needed a break between leasing my rigs and buying my rig. I worked next to a young man who I thought was my friend. We were as aware as I was concerned. His dream was to become a Baptist minister. But he didn't have a driver's license. For weeks, James grieved that he truly wished he knew someone who could teach him to drive so he could get his lessons and maybe go to further schooling.
I had spare time and volunteered to teach him if he thought he could drive my Lincoln Continental. He did just fine. Took a weekend and got his license in someone else's car at work while I was busy that day. James showed up on Monday, driving an old VW-style van.
He told me that day he was preaching for his church and was nervous. I said, James, I can come and support you. You can't do that, he said. I was taken aback and said, " Why can't I sit way back in the pews if I make you nervous.
He finally said, "You're not allowed in my church..."It's a Baptist church, and you can't be there. It's a black Baptist church, and you're not allowed. Sorry, but they would kick me out of the church. I told him that a while back, I taught Sunday school. I had been taught God made all his children, and he should make his sermon on that.
More influential experiences
More years go by, back on the road again, got my own company and my own tractor-trailer rig. hauling in Arizona, it's 2A.M. I'm in Albuquerque, New Mexico. start up from the off-ramp, stop at the light,e and a piston goes through my engine's top side. I grab a U-Haul and return to Texas, where my rig was bought. The engine was defective, and I was reimbursed for the cost it me nothing.
I got back to Texarcana to grab another tractor. met up with Cleatus, who happened to be there too. Cleatus drove the pickup to return the U-Haul with me. The counter guy took my key, printed out the receipt, and said, "Your boy clean out the back of the U-Haul?" I said MY BOY? Cleatus just looked at me and said nothing. I looked at the counter guy and said This man is my friend, not my boy. He said, "Sorry, where are you from? I said New York," and I was brought up better than that. It was very quiet. I said I was sorry it happened as we rode back in the pickup. Cleatus just said. It happens!
We went to dinner in his cab just up the road. Same as any of the guys always did when we ran into each other from time to time. had a good dinner and went to the mall to shop. We got the company to pick up this time. Nowhere to park a tractor. walked through the mall and grabbed the supplies I needed. Cleatus did the same.
A group of guys walked through. They were black like Cleatus. He walked over, and they appeared to be arguing with him and staring at me, 6 guys walked back and handed me the keys to the truck. The guys are going clubbing, you can't go. I told him dont worry, I don't hang out in clubs. Well, you can't because it's for black folks only. I grinned as the U-Haul counter man's last remark went by my ears as I walked out the door. Hope you don't find out you're wrong in your thinking.
Cleatus never spoke to me again, only giving one-word replies.
Flash to the present times, more hatred
Flash forward to the present. I'm at a bus stop, getting off to walk home. A tall man with his hands full of several bags fumbles his bags of groceries, and numerous packaged items fall to the ground. I bend, grab a cottage cheese container, and go out to put it back in his bag.
He snatches it out of my hand and says angrily, repeating, " Don't you ever touch my food, numerous times. I said, Sorry, your hands were full, and I just thought I could help you. dont you touch my food with your hands. Dont you ever touch? I wondered if he was a germaphobe til he climbed back on the bus, where his other black friends were cheering him on about a white guy touching his food. NOT helping him, touching his package. You know, like the dozen people who had done it before he got it. But the laughter and comments when he stepped inside made me realize the error of my heart and thoughts.
There have been many times in between these that I have forgiven actions due to the hatred and ignorance of individuals. But it's something much deeper than that. People like me can no longer turn a blind eye to this one-sided situation. A good heart and open mind can only stand for so long before we are forced to see the forest for the trees.
Rejected Influences
I saw the KKK rally in Texas years ago and met someone who was an active member. He told me he forgave me for my Yankee Religion and felt sorry for me on the day I learned the error of my thinking.
Why I chose another way
As an Ordained minister, I have always believed those Christians who were able to fight and kill the lions in the Roman arena but nelt and allowed themselves to be torn apart while the stadium cheered, were fools. The Bible states, "God helps him who helps himself." God give me strength. I need to find something between the mental midgets and blind idiots. The Republican Party May just be the Sword to put down the lions/ideas that have endangered our country's general welfare. I base my voting on the betterment of my Country. Not on Propaganda from talking heads. Most of those talking heads in office are driven and directed by those in the shadows who influence and control for their own benefit. No one we will ever know. Probably not even the politicians will ever know. IE, It is said that Epstein was a power broker who used blackmail and money to persuade and influence the powerful by the seven deadly sins. He had served his use.
Personal observations
These last few years have been a true measure of single, White self employed and independent men's strength. We seem to have become the kicking dogs for all the deadbeat dads and single mothers of those who had 12 fatherless kids left to become the same. Even the Democratic Party beat on us. We seem to be a convenient target for the blame of the world. Housing, Last to be housed, Benefits Last in line, Banks and business loans, startup, etc., Not stable, If you're not married with kids. Social insecurity is a great example of working all your life for a saved-up retirement, and the government has pitled t awayYou got an LLC up and running, but no excess Baggage to verify your social stability
So, you're a racist.
Labeled as racist by experts
Back before I got back on my feet. The Biden Years, I actually had black folks who didn't even know me push me out of a line, and tell me they were prioritized. I didn't consider it a priority at the time, so I stepped back.
The wakening, Labeled racists by practicing experts
As time passed and this former democrats eyes began to open, and my Grand Fthers words echoed in my ears about respect being a two-way street. The ugliness that was growing in my direction from media talking heads, I realized the world was not going to change for anything but the worst or ordinary folks with no reason to be victimized.
The Final straw that broke the camel's back
The final event that changed my mind was one day at a Mental Illness convention, investigating social and mental illness. Prevention, treatment, and recovery. My education was in social law and a psychology major; I attended to keep up on the newest ideas. I was on break and headed for a men's room with coffee in hand. I looked up to check which door was the MEN'S. A short, extremely overweight creature with closely cropped, with Multi-colored hair, piercings, and tattoos all over the visible body.Yelled at me coming from the direction of the women's room. It said, I can go in there, and you can't stop me. I just looked at the individual, remembered it was a convention for those educated in this and those afflicted. I was later talked to by a convention person who said I had an encounter with that person. I had never spoken a word. For every encounter like the above, others are forgettable, even forgivable. But the many more that I have encountered or observed are memorable because they represent where our future philosophy that directs our country. It directs our hearts and thoughts. I got tired of decades of being a political and social punching bag for those who fell into line with the herd. Not a victim, just a profile who was an easy target for having a live and let live philosophy. not those who were the screwups in school, those who went on to blame everyone else for their self-inflicted problems.
But for those who still believe God made us in his own image. God has no specific color, because they are all his. God bless and keep you till next time, folks. Keep love in your heart even when no one else does. Please remember that your actions reflect who and what your future will be. Karma is a cruel nd unfeeling Angel that returns to you 10 times your actions.
Till next time, Comments are welcome. I do read them all, just as you to be kind
RJ Pickering
Thursday, June 11, 2020
Open Letter to Citizens of the American Cities Under Siege By Armed Anarchists......
St. Louis, Detroit, and many others look like warzone cities for many city blocks. I have seen this for myself. Those areas are areas that most travelers either don't stop at or don't go to. It is dangerous. The good people simply moved when they could and went elsewhere.
My state of new york in one of those Places in an exodus of people fed up with its taxes and misinformed leadership. Our fearless leaders have allowed the courts to just let criminals out as soon as they are caught. The sick elderly are stuffed into our nursing homes, where those poor old people just trying to have a decent day can get sick and die.
This state also welcomes all forms of illegal whatever into our state. Hands them a driver's license and makes sure these illegals have food stamps and a place to sleep and anything else, including protection from the law. Do you wonder why the cities are being taken over by mobs??? Don't need a hint as to why people who are first families in New York are heading out in droves?
WE need to fix this mob thing happening quickly now. It's already out of control. It's not Wako a few years back. It's not the black panthers bldg, it's not even the Bundys of Nevada. This is armed people taking control of city blocks while our law enforcement's hands are legally tied by the consorts in league with those who would destroy our country with no regard to the outcome.
This election is the most important of our lifetimes. Our choices are a man whom I feel sorry for, the man called Biden, who is many times put in the camera's eye to falter and show he has something wrong with him. I admire his grit to continue trying. I really hate those who are using him as a pawn to control from the shadows. A puppet king at his expense. You can fathom from what's going on in the media's blind eyes what our country will become if this man is elected. I will pray for his family and him. Everyone deserves to be allowed to try. No one deserves to be victimized by another. In uniform or in a mob. That is equal rights...
I may not always agree with President Trump. I have known someone very close to me who fought him in court. Trump lives to win. I do not hold that against the man. I have seen my country shine in the recovered pride of our rising. For anyone who isn't a complete lazy butt dragger, Life has gotten better for most. Jobs increased.
People moved into better places in life or social status. Those who could not fell from grace.WE need better training on how to win in life and succeed. More lessons on how people climb out of poverty.Courses in school about learning how to succeed in life. Teach a man/child to fish, and he won't be hungry. Teach a man/child to succeed, and he won't be burning and looting.
In the meantime, friends, we have a mob to deal with and elected officials in office saying, " Let them eat cake when we ask for help. Marie Antoinette said that same thing. We have a better devise than Madame Guillotine.WE have the vote from now into November. Bon ton roulet! Voters are already sending the motor mouths that spread hate and content on their way in tears. It's a great start. Let's keep up the momentum.
Till Next Time, When WE meet again, dear friends, you always have choices in life if you choose to use them. Even when you dont think you have a choice, then that's your choice. There's always a choice.