One thing I’m starting to notice about these Jason Mattera ambush interviews is how these Congressman all have a personal assistant by their side to try and ward him off. Does everyone have a personal assistant or chief of staff in Washington? I’m curious if Rand Paul, Marco Rubio, and Ted Cruz does.
Im sure they do, but if I had to guess I would think Cruz’s is probably far less utilized.
Don’t let his vote decide what’s best for you. - MK
Let me fix this.
I mean, that person has a say either way, when you peoples rights up for a vote, everyone has a say. That’s the facts when you decide to put people’s rights up to a vote. This is clearly suggesting a pro-choice stance. I won’t go into that debate. But let me add another variable change to this image.
What if this is what the image looked like… Think about it.
Racist right? Sexist right?
Ebola may never plague the United States like it has west Africa. It’s certainly possible (even likely) that it will not spread beyond the couple of healthcare workers who got it from Thomas Duncan and the United States will be rid of the horrible disease in a matter of weeks. However, it’s…
Today at work I met an old man who ordered some meat from me. As I took his order I noticed he had on a “Veteran of WWII” ballcap. Now meeting a WWII vet is becoming increasingly rare, as many of them are in their 90s at this point (my grandfather being one of them). So I asked him where he…
Dave Ramsey goes off on the stupidity of the Affordable Care Act and how it caused health insurance rates to skyrocket.
“It doesn’t matter, do you want to get arrested?”
Your favorite political moron is back, and now broadcasting his garbage from a sidewalk next to fox news.
My favorite bit “We’ll run this building one day *giggle*, and then we’ll share it”.
Comedy really does write itself.
Before I go further, I think we should revisit what you wrote. I’m sure you remember, but here it is:
I can feel you in there. I’ve got twice the appetite and half the energy. It breaks my heart that I don’t feel the enchantment that I’m supposed to feel. I am both sorry and not sorry.
I am sorry that this is goodbye. I’m sad that I’ll never get to meet you. You could have your father’s eyes and my nose and we could make our own traditions, be a family. But, Little Thing, we will meet again. I promise that the next time I see that little blue plus, the next time you are in the same reality as me, I will be ready for you.
Little Thing, I want you to be happy. More than I want good things for myself, I want the best things for the future. That’s why I can’t be your mother right now. I am still growing myself. It wouldn’t be fair to bring a new life into a world where I am still haunted by ghosts of the life I’ve lived. I want you to have all the things I didn’t have when I was a child. I want you to be better than I ever was and more magnificent than I ever could be. I can’t do to you what was done to me: Plant a seed made of love and spontaneity into a garden, and hope that it will grow on only dreams. Love and spontaneity are beautiful, but they have little merit. And while I have plenty of dreams to go around, dreams are not an effective enough tool for you to build a better tomorrow. I can’t bring you here. Not like this.
I love you, Little Thing, and I wish the circumstances were different. I promise I will see you again, and next time, you can call me Mom.
Something tells me that your heart doesn’t feel too warm right now.
I felt the sadness and hesitation in your words. The fact that you published it in the first place proves that you are not completely sure about what you are planning to do. I think you want to be talked up or talked down. You want to hear what people have to say about it, which is the only reason anyone ever posts personal things on the internet.
I felt the uneasiness.
I felt the sense of loss.
I felt the desperation.
And I felt the love.
I did. I really did.
You love your child. You want your child to be happy. You said that yourself, and I believe you.
But this is not the way, friend. This is not the way.
Who am I to say this to you? Nobody, really. I’m nobody. I’m nothing. But your child is someone. You child is something. Your child is real and he is here and he is itching to meet you and thank you for giving him life. A life that he will only have once and never again.
If you want your baby to have what you didn’t have and feel the joy that you never felt, now is the time to hand him that gift. Now is the only time. There will not be another. You said that you cannot be the baby’s mother right now, but you are the baby’s mother right now. There is only now, friend, and this is a moment that will never be repeated. You can choose death or choose life, but there will not be a redo or a second chance. This is it. This is everything.
You can have other kids, but you will never have this one again.