Conspiracy Theories: On Behalf of the Duggars

I debated whether or not to write about the Duggars. I love their show. People who have 19 kids are either cuckoo or awesome. I have 5 and peeps think I'm insane. Whatever... This isn't why I decided to write this post.

Honestly, I feel bad for the entire family. Yes, the oldest son did some nasty things to his sisters and another girl between 2002 and 2003. He was 14 and 15 at the time. And Josh isn't hiding what he did either like a Weiner or other celebrities who have down something sexually immoral. Sadly, this is something that was taken care of a while ago whether the authorities did the right thing or not.

I guess what I want to say here is, we all have skeletons in our closets. Some of us have more than one closet full. I have a few of my own. During my teen years, I was a moron. In my twenties, I was half a moron. And even in my thirties and forties, I've had moments where I've reverted back to that moronic-state. I have several lists of sins. Trust me.

And every family has problems. I know I've shared issues on this blog about my own. Daughters number 3 and 4 struggle with drug addiction. When one appears to be doing well the other one falls completely off the wagon into the never-ending-addiction-abyss. Believe me, we all have something we're not proud of from our pasts and within our own families.

The Bible says, in Acts 13:22, that King David was a man after His (God's) own heart. But later, this man had an adulterous affair with Bathsheba, got her pregnant, and then had her husband killed in battle to cover up what he had done. But the cool thing is, God saw it all and spoke to David through a prophet.

This brought David to repentance and God forgave him. But because of his sins he experienced a lot of heartache regarding his own children. The child he conceived through adultery died. Later in life, his son Amnon raped his daughter Tamar, the sister of Absalom. And Absalom avenged his sister's rape by murdering Amnon. He also tried to have his own father killed so he could become king.

We all sin. We all fall short. We all screw up. And we all have consequences to pay even after God forgives us.

But this whole thing irks me about how the media is handling it.  Is it because Josh and his family are confessing CHRISTIANS? What if Bruce Jenner had done this when he was a 14 year-old? Would the media go after him?

Are the masses who sit in front of the boob-tube going to see every Christian as a child-molester now? Is this one more skeam to paint Christians in a bad light?

I've really been thinking long and hard about this only because so much has been happening to Christians here in America and around the world. Even our military men and women get fired for having Bibles and scripture verses on their computer screens. And of course, overseas, Christians are being crucified, burned alive, and beheaded.

What is going on here?

Anyway, before I go I'll leave you some quotes from the Bible.

Matthew 6:15 But if ye forgive not men their trespasses, neither will your father forgive your trespasses.

Romans 3:23 For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God.

NEWS SOURCES

http://www.cnn.com/2015/05/31/opinions/pearlman-duggar-abuse/index.html

http://www.inquisitr.com/2133806/amy-duggar-on-josh-duggar-molestation-scandal-pray-it-away-josh/

 

Hope everyone has a great week! See you on Thursday!

Hugs and chocolate!

Shelly

An On-Line Novel: The Immoral: Chapter Four

Man Up

 

Ronald’s alarm let out an ear-piecing noise. He peeked out of his covers and let it continue to screech. 6:30AM. The first day of high school begins. Nausea had jumbled in the pit of his stomach. The uniform he was required to wear, a pair of navy blue slacks and a red polo shirt, was more than boring. It would be the same outfit day in and day out for nine months except for weekends and holidays. The ensemble lacked style and would be like every guy in school. No creativity whatsoever. At least he didn’t have to worry about where the pant length ended like Cassandra had to with her skirt. God forbid if it wasn’t a good two inches past her knees. Something like that could get his best friend suspended.

“Ronny!” his mother hollered. “You up?”

“Yeah!” He threw his covers off, sat up, and finally switched off his shrieking alarm clock.

“How come you’re not in the bathroom yet!? Did you forget the head cheese is leaving in an hour!?” He couldn’t figure why his mother referred to his stepdad as that. Why not baldy? Or jerk? Either one fit the man perfectly. His mother married him two years after his father died when he was four.

Ronald swung his legs around and planted his bare feet onto the shag carpet. “I’m making my bed,” he lied, although that would be the next thing he would do.

He turned around and grabbed the bed covers pulling them up to the pillow. After, he smoothed out the wrinkles and tucked in the corners. Someone could have bounced a quarter off his bed.

Next, he walked toward his mirror attached to his dresser across from his bed. There, he turned on his lamp and studied his chin. No zits. Good. The crushed aspirin mixed with a little bit of water worked over night like a charm. But his dirty-blonde hair was a whole other matter. It didn’t help that he had a major cowlick smack dab in the middle of his forehead. The hairdresser called it a widow’s peak. His mother called it the Eddie Munster. He rolled his eyes as he smoothed his bangs back only to have them fall across his forehead again. It would take a lot of hair spray to keep it parted perfectly down the middle and feathered.

The door to his room swung open and smacked the wall.

Ronald jumped and veered his eyes toward the left.

“Why aren’t you moving, girly-boy?” his step father said, standing in a pair of boxers, showing off his hairy chest and pot belly. How could his mother cozy up this grody-human-being at night?

“I am.” Ronald huffed out the words. It irked him how his step dad felt the need to throw around his authority.

The man reached for his crotch and scratched.

Ronald winced, turned his attention back to the mirror, and primped his hair. What kind of person scratches their ball in front of another person? He kept the thought to himself.

 

“If I were you,” his step father said. “I’d man up before I stepped foot onto a Baptist campus. If I know what you are, they’ll for sure figure you out.”

Shelly Arkon © 2015

 

A Memorial Day Message

“We must always remember that America is a great nation today not because of what government did for people but because of what people did for themselves and for one another.”  Richard M. Nixon

Hope everyone enjoys their Memorial Day and their families.

Hugs and chocolate,
Shelly

An On-Line Novel: The Immoral, Chapter Three

The Morning of the 1st Day of High School

Cassandra turned on her bedside lamp, jumped out of bed before her alarm went off, and stretched her arms above her head. She spent the night watching her digital clock. Sleep evaded her from the excitement and the worry of starting a new school. A Southern Baptist one. She wasn’t sure what to expect since she and Ronald would be the only ones attending from her Lutheran school. They had left behind a group of kids they had known since kindergarten. They were like sisters and brothers.

She went to her closet and pulled out a white blouse, and a red and blue plaid skirt. It was the uniform for her new school. She never had to wear one before. At the Lutheran one, girls could wear pants, skirts, and dresses, but no shorts and no low cut shirts. Her only problem with her new apparel was how it would fit on her chunky body. Some of the neighborhood kids referred to as ‘the fatty’. She liked clothing that hid her pot belly, her large jiggly thighs and bottom. A tent would’ve been perfect to hide her flaws. But today she’d have to smooth out her flabby parts to fit into her new outfit.

Someone gently knocked on her bedroom door and cracked it open. Her dad popped in his dark, silver streaked head. “Just checking to see if you’re up.”

She nodded as she hung the ensemble on the closet door’s knob.

“Excited?” He said before bringing a white mug of steaming liquid to his thin lips.

“Nervous.” She stepped onto a scale next to her closet, and peered over her belly. The meter stopped at a hundred and eighty. Sixty more pounds to go.

“Ronnie will be with you so you’ll be okay.” Her dad’s voice was gentle and reassuring.

Cassandra felt thankful for that. But she worried what the other kids would think of her size. All one-hundred-eighty pounds of it.

 

Shelly Arkon © 2015

Hope everyone is well!

Hugs and chocolate, all!

Shelly

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Conspiracy Theories: Jesus Can't Save You

Strange. I woke-up in a hot and humid cave. A firepit blazed in the middle.  Odd symbols covered the floor around it.

A creepy, half-human-half-snake thing slithered toward me from between two columns from the other side of the pit.

After, I got to my feet, I felt for some kind of opening behind me to escape. But found none.

As the snake creature grew closer, I recognized it's face to be that of Jesus. Upon its head sat a crown of thorns. Blood trickled down its face.

Before I could muster a scream, it was within inches of mine. Reptilian eyes peered at me and it's forked tongue slithered out of its lips.

"God help me!" I finally yelped.

The hybrid-being pressed into me, pushing my back up against the stone wall. "Jesus can't save you!"

My alarm went off. Something nudged me upon waking to Google Jesus, Serpent, and Reptilian.

What I found was a schmorgasboard of information  on the New World Order and conspiracy theorists. So I waded through it.

And I found this guy,Alex Jones.

 

And this guy, David Icke.

 

They're both pretty mainstream as far as Independant News is concerned.

Once upon a time, I listened to both.

But Alex Jones rants, yells, and ... well, he's a great shock jock if you ask me. He was big into the Y2K and  believes 9/11 was an inside job. He also says he's a Christian. ***shrugging on that one***

While I don't agree with him on everything, he's a great source of information if you can handle his maniacal rants. I, however, have graduated to his Info-Wars Nightly News, its much more palatable to my ears. It also appears to be pretty legit.

As for David Icke, he makes a lot of sense when it comes to the mind control tactics that our governments use on everyone, everywhere. But then he looses credibility with me when he starts in on everyone in any form of government being a shape-shifting-reptilian, including the Queen of England.

Funny. There are actually conspiracy theories on these two conspiracy theorists. Maybe they've been hired by the powers-that-be to tell us a little truth mixed with some whacked out sensationalism to help ease us into the New World Order. You know, letting us think we did the right thing by resisting either in war or in a peaceful way against the evil shadow governments.

Some people seem to think these mainstream conspiracy theorists are paid to guide and direct us right into the NWO's hands. Could be.

Alex Jones is all about guns and violent resistance. David Icke is all about love and light.

What do you think?

Hope everyone has a great week!

Hugs and chocolate, all!
Shelly

PS I believe Jesus can save you. All you have to do is confess your sins, repent, and turn completely to him.

On-line Novel: The Immoral, Chapter 2

After Ronald hung up the phone, he sauntered from the kitchen toward the living room. There, in the middle sat a glass-top coffe table. Right between two heavy gold candlesticks laid the family Bible. He picked it up and flipped it open quickly. Closing his eyes, he trailed his finger blindly down the page and counted to five and then stopped. There, he peeked at the scripture.

It read: Deuteronomy 22:5 The woman shall not wear which pertaineth unto a man,  neither shall a man put on a woman's garment for all that do so are an abomination unto the Lord thy God.

His mouth fell open and his eyes went wide. "What?" He said out into the room. "Why are you picking on me? I can't help it." He couldn't help that he liked girl clothes and make-up and even Cassandra's dreamy-Schneider. The last part he'd keep to himself all the way to the grave.

"Did you say something, Ronnie!" His mother hollered from her bedroom. She had her Do-Not-Disturb sign hanging on her door. Afternoons were for her cocktails and naps even though she had all day to herself for those. She didn't work like Cassandra's mom.

"No!" He yelled back. "Just doing some homework!" A trickle of sweat ran down his left temple as heat rose from his toes all the way to his cheeks. Shame and anger being the instigators.

" Just keep it down. You know your mama needs her beauty rest before the head cheese comes home."

"Okay."

He glanced down at the verse again. "Why are you picking on me about this, God? You know I'm different. I always have been." He fanned through the pages and it stopped in the book of James. His eyes caught a verse that he could use for confirmation. But he took it just as personally as he did the first one. 

James 4:7 Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.

"What? Are you telling me this is the devil's fault?" He whispered." But you made me like this. Didn't you?"

Shelly Arkon ©2015

A Mother's Day Wish

Hope everyone, well moms, all across the globe have a wonderful day celebrating.

Hope you get to spend it with people you love.

My Summy-Sum-a-Lum and little-Pizza-Party-Boy.

 

My 94 and 95 year-old grandparents.

My Glowstick. Saw Tinkerbell, too. Somehow she didn't end up in any of my pics.

Flowers from Summy-Sum-a-Lum and Tinkerbell.

Make sure you eat lots of chocolate and get and give lots of hugs!

Shelly

On-Line Novel: The Immoral

This is an on-line novel about Cassandra and Ron. They've been BFFs since middle school. While they grow into adults, they have struggles from within and question everything God has commanded not to do.

The story begins at their 8th grade confirmation class.

THE IMMORAL

1982

"I want the three of you," the pastor said. "to find a Bible verse that means something to you."

Cassandra half heard him. She was busy studying the dreamy Schmidt boy. She couldn't help herself. He had the biggest doe-looking eyes she'd ever seen on a boy his age before. Daydreams of tangling her fingers in his thick, dark wavy hair imvaded her mind. It fell just past his collar. Next, she saw dreamy Scmidt embrace her and then he planted a big fat one on her lips. Butterflies flitted in the pit of her stomach and she let out an audible sigh.

Her best friend Ronald Fisher elbowed her in her left side. "You're doing it again," he whispered. 

But she barely noticed. Her thoughts drifted to a big taffeta wedding gown, like the one Princess Diana wore when she married Prince Charles. She put it on in her imagination. After, she stepped into a pair glass shoes. Within seconds, she waltzed toward an aisle covered in rose petals. At the end of it, stood dreamy Schmidt dressed in an all-white tuxedo waiting with the pastor at the church altar.

The pastor cleared his throat. "Miss Cassandra Berg." His tone sounded harsh and his black rimmed glasses fell to the edge of his nose.

The thirteen-year-old snapped her head in his direction. "Yessir."

"Did you understand my instructions?" He now glared down his nose at her.

She followed the balls of light bouncing around on his bald head, repeating what she thought she heard. "Pick out a Bible verse that means something to me." 

"Yes. Make sure you memorize it." Slobber gathered at the corners of his thick lips. His mouth reminded her of Charlie the Tuna from the Starkist commercial.

"Yessir."

***

Cassandra plopped on her bed and grabbed the white leather bound Bible from her nightstand. On her fifth birthday, her devout Lutheran grandparents gave it to her. She couldn't figure why anyone would give a child something they were constantly told not to touch. Books were for reading. At least, it got a weekly dusting.

Quietly, she sauntered through the trail of dirty and clean clothes to her bedroom door. She craned her neck around its frame. Good. The sound of running water and dishes clinking, told her that mom was busy in the kitchen. She'd have enough time to thumb through the scriptures and find a meaningful verse. But she wasn't sure about how to do this. It never dawned on her to ask her pastor before she left his class earlier in the day. I'll call Ronny.

She shut the door to her room, spun around, and rushed back toward the bedside table again. There, she plucked the phone receiver from its base and dialed Ronald's number.

It rang twice before he answered. "Hello, the Fisher's residence."

"Hey," Cassandra said. "It's me, Sassie."

"What's up?"

"How am I supposed to find a meaningful Bible verse for confirmation?" If anyone would know he would. He also knew a lot about make-up and fashion. He was so much like a girl sometimes. She could tell him everything.

"Do what they call Scripture Roulette. My mom does it all the time."

"What's that?"

"Just flip it open. And whatever verse you first see, is the verse you're meant to see."
 

***

After, Cassandra hung up the phone, she quickly flipped her Bible open. 

Proverbs 3:5 Trust in The Lord with all thine heart, an lean not unto thine own understanding. It stuck out as if flashing lights blinked around it. Trust God? How? She shrugged and put her mind to memorize it.

Shelly Arkon © 2015

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Hugs and chocolate, all!
Shelly
 

Television: Teens Mimic What They See

"Mom!" No-No hollered from her room. "You wouldn't believe what Fred has done to her face."

Actually there was never telling what my oldest had done to her face, her arms, her legs, and even her hair. She was my artsy-fartsy child and was known to paint  things on herself.

 

Anyway, that morning she bounced a pair of Dorothy-like-braids as she came out of her room.  Hand-drawn colorful flowers and vines trailed along her brows and around her eyes. But that was nothing compared to this:

Last year, it appeared that Kylie Jenner had grown a pair of gi-normous lips. It happened out of nowhere. According to little Miss Jenner, she never had lip surgery. She had stated that she was "just really good with lip liner."

Pic from the Internet

Twitter and Instagram photos of Kylies larger-than-sister-KK's butt-lips spawned the #KylieJennerChallenge

Teens have been injuring themselves by placing bottles, cups, aspirin bottles, and even deodorant caps. over their lips and sucking in to make a suction. After so many seconds they pop their mouths out of the containers. It's a drooling mess and has caused bleeding and bruising and a lot of swollen lips.

I'm thankful Fred danced to her own drum instead of following some slutty-self-absorbed-celeb.

Still think television and media aren't brainwashing us? Dangerous? If a celebrity can get your kid to do this, what else can they lead them to do?

Here are some other articles on this if you're interested:

http://www.ibtimes.com/kylie-jenner-lip-challenge-trend-dangerous-how-get-fuller-lips-safely-1890435

http://www.examiner.com/article/are-kylie-jenner-s-lips-bigger-fans-debate-if-lip-implants-were-used

http://www.designntrend.com/articles/25861/20141117/kylie-jenner-denies-having-lip-implants-thinks-big-lips-awesome.htm

I hope everyone has a great week. Thursdays, I will begin an on-line novel: The Immoral. Chapter 1 will be posted this week. I will make sure these chapters stay at 300 to 600 words.

Hugs and chocolate, all!
Shelly