Wednesday, March 14, 1984

I read in the newspapers today that if every American, irregardless of age, could donate $25.00 a week, in thirty-one and one-fifth weeks our national deficit would be wiped out.

Edwin Meese is getting flack from the Democrats about his appointment to the Attorney General's position and they're forcing more hearings. Good!

Presidential Candidate John Glenn hasn't won any Presidential Primary Elections yet, and I am glad of that, because he seems very much the warmonger type that our own President Reagon is. I like Presidential Candidate Walter Mondale instead of Gary Hart. I liked his "Where's the beef?" statement to Hart's 'new ideas'.

I can't blame the rest of the world for not liking America and not having any respect for us. I can hypothetically compare it to me and my husband and a 'Big Dude' neighbor. If me and my husband were having an argument, I wouldn't want the Big Dude, who lives three doors away or two-hundred doors away, coming over and beating me up or beating my husband up. This is a family affair, leave us alone! Stay out of our business, because we will either have to learn to live together or separate and get a divorce, divide the property, even if more of the jointly-owned property ends up going to one of us, more than the other one. When one of us gets sick enough of the divorce delays and proceedings, one of us will yield to the other one, even if it isn't particularly in our best interests at the time. Eventually we will agree to something and think of our own future. I don't want the Big Dude giving my husband brass knuckles, so he can beat me up and I don't want the Big Dude giving me brass knuckles, because I might be tempted to use them on my husband. If the Big Dude doesn't mind his own business and gives my husband brass knuckles, I will hate that Big Dude. If the Big Dude gives me the brass knuckles, I will still end up hating the Big Dude, when I visualize what I could do to my poor husband, because of Big Dude's interference. If the Big Dude harms one hair on my husband's head by taking my part in our family argument, I will never forgive him, and I'm quite sure my husband would feel the same way about me, if the Big Dude took up his part. That feeling would last my lifetime, and I would tell my children.