Marching Alternatives to getting killed and arrested

In the United States, from the time of the newly formed13colonies to the social societies of the Old West to present-day groups, had Protest marches. People have marched in the streets for too many causes and too many reasons to even name them all. But a few that come to mind are the suffrage marches for the equal rights of women. 

The freedom marches of the civil rights movement and numerous anti-war marches. There have been anti-war marches and KKK marches. More recent Gay marches and anti-abortion rights and right-to-life marches. 

There are also political marches to advance a political party's goals, which would influence voters through peer pressure. Likely the costumed clowns, accompanied by hundreds of mini-minded followers of the ICE protests, who may regret it in time.

There are also the parades that many people have come to look for. Peaceful, colorful, enjoyable, and happily  American, and other celebrations. I am thinking of the Christmas parade, the New Year's Day Parade. The Easter Parades of my childhood. Today's Saint Patrick's Day Parade. There are dozens more parades, including the classic car parade that I once watched and enjoyed.

There are a hundred other little ideas to go protesting. My personal opinion is that most people have better luck forming lobbying groups formed by the same people they march with. This directly contacts those who can actually change the laws to their way of thought. 

It still takes a majority to influence the change. The difference is that you don't get arrested. You don't look like a jackass in the newscasts that will be all over the screens for years. when they drag you out, teargassed, maced, and labeled like a criminal. That may give you street creds, but if you came to me for employment, I would pass you over. I don't need that in my company. No Human resource manager worth having would either.

Then, more interesting marches like the time backed up to a store's dock to unload. The loading guys all walked out to the dock at once. I looked at them and asked what was up, guys? They formed a pointed finger to the street, and several dozen topless women were marching with their, um, err, signs, yeah, that's it, signs, held up high and proud to get your attention in the cold air, marching down the street. What a sight to see, though some of those particular marchers should have had second thoughts before this action.

The past Year has been The antifa trying to usurp our country by riots and violent insurrection takeovers in our city streets of the blue states. Even to blocking citizens' streets to interrogate them without the authority to do so.A violation of the citizens' rights. Not unlike terrorists in their own countries.

Only recently has Washington done anything to even acknowledge that it is a threat to our country. Finally, hunting the members down and prosecuting them. Our places of worship are now being invaded for profitable terrorism by agitators to gain the spotlight in delusions of grandeur. Terrorizing the worshipers while attempting to destroy the faithful in the religion on which the American country was based. Then, visiting a mosque and respectfully videoing the interior, the same individual remarks how peaceful and beautiful it is. The message is obvious. The source has proven itself.

There is no difference in weapons, whether bullying by video or more deadly methods; it is a non-removable injury, mentally or physically, to those being victimized by terrorists. The action is pure terrorism. It stays in the minds of those involved. Being brought to legal action can prevent any more victims in the future. That's if the legal system's agents are not sympathetic to the terrorists, as it appears many are these days. Those preventing the running of our country's functions in the legal system might need a bit of counseling from those who DO have the authority.

Even Judges can be disciplined or removed from their ivory tower by only 3 verified complaints to the chief judge in many states by a mere state citizen writing them with a description and something to back that complaint up. If they have actually been misusing their office and power. Look it up if you don't believe it. I know people who have done it. You are not without power if you use the system. The average citizen has been told by their parents and the system that they are not qualified to rise above situations.

There is a never-ending following of those who believe they should become frustrated and just give up control of things they believe in. I would suggest that if it truly is your belief in whatever. Do your research on that opinion/belief. Find facts on what's written from both sides of your idea. spend the time to educate and arm yourself with the tools you aren't even aware that you will need till its to late, Youtube and other sites may indeed hold information on, but much of it is to profit from clicks. Your life is worth more than clicks for possible Bullsh*t that may complicate your life. Take the time to learn

So many people have been brought up to think less of themselves than they should. You need to believe that you have more value than you has formerly been beaten into your brain box. If you have time and energy to protest and possibly be killed, don't you think that energy will also carry you into a place to make actual progress for your cause?

Use that same energy you're wasting on time to learn how to move inside the same system you are protesting. Learn who and how to put your words and ideas into actions that actually work. Even the mega giant Goofle is not dominant over you if you find how to work under, over, around, or through a block to your progress. There's an old saying that may sound silly, but think about it. When the world hands you lemons, make lemonade. The DOJ has done that with a certain personality who saw street protests and used video bullying as a tool to control people. Learn by example, folks.

This is a simple way of when the world tells you it can't be done, find a way to do it. Bring out that more realistic McGyver in yourself. If you hit a negative/block in your path, see that block and why it's negative. Use the negative to find alternatives. There's always a way. If you don't see that way right at the moment, step back, do some actual research, and move forward in whatever direction works to your advantage. Napoleon Hill,

That's the only way to navigate this ever-growing world of  Hostility and chaos that is developing worldwide. The days of chaotic freedom disguised as rights we knew only a decade ago are slipping into history more rapidly than anyone could have foreseen. 

I don't believe in doomsday predictions as such. It won't do anyone any good to look forward to that anyway. Live in the moment, just in case you don't pass this way again. But have a backup plan for the future in case you need it. Adopt, adapt, and adjust to compensate. It's the way to change things without sitting on a limb you're cutting off.  That's what protesting in the street is today. People see you marching and dancing, raising hell, and see you much differently than in the past. 

I will leave you, dear reader, with this thought: If you don't like something, change it. If you don't think you have that power, study where and how it comes from. If it's legit, use it; it worked for others. You're no different, except you haven't taken the time to find resources to learn how to travel that path.

In the words of one of my mentors, which I understood far too late in life, Napoleon Hill,  Within you lies the power to seize the hour and live your life you dream of.  

I leave you to decide, Dear reader. My blogs are rising in readers, and again, if there's something you'd like to hear, please comment. I haven't been paid or compensated for my 20years of articles written on different platforms. I do this because I love to write. I have been told that if I were to write at an 8th-grade level shovel repetitive articles that flood the media as news. and echo that on every platform, I could make a fortune. I read every day about the rich and famous. I see them gain the world and lose their souls. Many of those protesters are paid by an ex-patriot turned communist. something to ponder.

Till next time Dear readers

RJ Pickering

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