Are white terrorists not terrorists?

24 Oct

And they call themselves Christians?!!

Dear Kitty. Some blog

This video from the USA says about itself:

Why Isn’t There Wall-to-Wall Coverage of The Kansas Crusaders?

17 October 2016

Thom compares the media coverage of the arrest of three men in Kansas who were plotting to harm immigrants with coverage of previous events perpetrated by Muslims. Is the difference in coverage a reflection of the media’s views on race?

By Chauncey DeVega of Salon in the USA:

The Right Wing

White Privilege Wages Jihad: Kansas ‘Militia Members’ Aren’t Considered ‘Terrorists’ Because They’re Not Muslim

The three white men planned to unleash a killing spree and to bomb a house of worship—what should we call them?

October 19, 2016

On Friday, the Federal Bureau of Investigation announced that it had arrested three white men, Curtis Allen, Gavin Wright and Patrick Stein, who as part of a militia group called the Crusaders planned to bomb a housing complex and mosque

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You Don’t Look Sick! Can’t You Get Over It?

23 Oct

I can relate to everything she says. I still have my triggers, anxieties and panic attacks. If it were possible to “get over it” I would have made that choice long ago, rather I’ve Learned to live this new life.


Many of us deal with an invisible illness (physical, emotional, mental), we don’t look sick!

Typically, if we are out and about and even within our own family,  if we see or know someone that looks outwardly ill or has a visible disability, we hopefully (but I know not everyone) feel compassion, give them space, and help them, usually without thought or frustration. I’m not addressing caregiver fatigue in this post, I’m talking about our very human nature that if we can’t see it, it doesn’t exist.

Sometimes, out of pure surprise, when people find out I have PTSD, they say, “You don’t look sick.” I don’t take offense to it because it is a natural thought. It’s not coming from a place of dismissal, or maliciousness. But, I do take offense when the next words of “Can’t you just get over it?” are said aloud. I don’t know, there is something…

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Russian photographer, surprised by racism in Brazil, decides to capture the beauty of black Brazilian women

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Seems like Black Sisters Worldwide have the same problems. Black Women in the USA have similar issues.

Black Women of Brazil


Note from BW of Brazil: Well it seems that Brazil’s ‘dirty little secret’ is becoming known by more and more citizens of other countries. And by ‘dirty little secret’, I speak here of how the nation treats and thinks of its black population and this population’s invisibility in so many areas of Brazilian life. Of course, this is not only the doing of a little blog like BW of Brazil, but also due to the entrance of many foreigners residing in the country for whatever reason. In the past, we’ve covered the experiences of African immigrants, Haitian immigrants, as well a few black foreigners from Europe or the United States. And while the experiences are not always exactly the same, each revelation informs us of the myriad of manners in which Brazilian racism re-produces itself. Below,  a Russian photographer shares her experiences as well as uses…

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Don’t worry that your life is turning upside down. How do you know that the side you are used to is better than the one to come?../.. Hayatın alt üst oldu diye üzülme. Ne biliyorsun altının üstünden iyi olmadığını. Rumi

23 Oct

God is in Control. Put your faith and trust in Him.




One tree can start a forest,
One bird can herald spring,
One smile can begin a friendship,
One hand can lift a soul,
One star can guide a ship at sea,
One word can frame the goal,
One sunbeam can light a room,
One candle can wipe out darkness,
One laugh can conquer gloom,
One hope can raise our spirits,
One touch can show you care,
One voice can wake up everybody,
One life can make the difference.
Be that one.


Bir ağaç bir ormanın başlangıcı olabilir.
Bir kuş, baharın müjdecisi olabilir.
Bir gülümseme bir dostluğu başlatabilir.
Bir tokalaşma moralinizi yükseltebilir
Bir yıldız, denizde bir gemiye yön gösterebilir.
Bir tek kelime, büyük bir ideali anlatabilir.
Bir huzme güneş ışığı, bir odayı aydınlatabilir.
Bir mum , karanlığı yırtabilir.
Bir gülüş, hüznü fethedebilir.
Bir umut ışığı ruhumuzu besleyebilir.
Bir dokunuş, ne kadar önemsendiğinizi hissettirebilir.
Bir ses, bilgelikle konuşabilir.
Bir yaşam çok şeyi…

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If I could just touch the hem of his garment

17 Oct

What Rev. Pastor Lionel Sneed says is true. His words give me hope for tomorrow.

In my experience when sickness, illness and liabilities come that’s when you find out who your true friends are. Sadly as time has passed and I’ve had to drop out of certain activities and organizations those folks who said they were my friends and claimed the Liked if not Loved me have stop being my friends. To them I’m a failure. However I’m the same person inside that I was when I was 18 years old. I have the same hopes, dreams, goals and desires its just that now my body has weakened and in some cases no longer obeys my commands. Sometimes I wonder what these same people would say to Evangelist and Christian Speaker Joni Earaekson Tada who has been a quadriplegic since a diving accident when she was a teenager.

Lionel Sneed Ministries


Matthew 9:20-22  And, behold, a woman, which was diseased with an issue of blood twelve years, came behind him, and touched the hem of his garment: For she said within herself, If I may but touch his garment, I shall be whole. But Jesus turned him about, and when he saw her, he said, Daughter, be of good comfort; thy faith hath made thee whole. And the woman was made whole from that hour.

What do you do when all reasonable options for victory in your life have failed? I mean, the bible says the woman with the issue of blood was sick for twelve long years. She grappled within the confinements of limited options, for the scripture say that she tried everything but to no avail was she relieved.

We’ve heard the expression “desperate times call for desperate measures.” This woman was desperate for an end to her…

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God is the Ultimate Source of Power. I plug myself into the Lord’s Universal power to receive energy!!!

The Time Tunnel

The lesson today was marvelously taught by Sister Johnson who inspired some lively discussion today; that is, until we were quieted by the bell of the Sunday School Superintendent. The lesson was entitled, “ULTIMATE POWER”. The Scripture was from the book of Isaiah 40:21-31. The KEY VERSE was verse 28 which reads, “Do you not know? Have you not heard? The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary, and his understanding no one can fathom (NIV).

The lesson’s INTRODUCTION told us of the “remnant”—those Israelites who remained after near destruction by conquering armies, some say, as punishment for turning away from God—some even chose to worship powerless idols instead of an OMNIPOTENT—all powerful—God! Lunacy!

Now, they faced imminent judgement. The sad thing is that, this judgement had already been predicted and the people warned but they failed…

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Beauty from Broken Pieces

17 Sep

Isaiah 61:3

New King James Version (NKJV)

3 To console those who mourn in Zion,
To give them beauty for ashes,
The oil of joy for mourning,
The garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness;
That they may be called trees of righteousness,
The planting of the Lord, that He may be glorified.”


I don’t hide in the shadows any longer. It was a conscious decision, although at the time I didn’t really know what that meant. My memoir was published a year ago. I went from no one knowing my story to letting the whole world know my story. It’s more than a story, it’s my life, my truth. It’s true that I don’t lay out all the sordid details of my past in my book, and very few people in my life have earned the right to hear all the details, but, I share enough of myself and the resulting struggles I have with PTSD that I’m comfortable with the volume of my voice and that I’m being heard and making some wonderful connections.

I still struggle every day. It’s the way it is for me. Fall is a particularly hard time of year. Now, instead of pretending all is well while feeling…

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