A Territorial Daughter

I’m a territorial daughter of a natural born engineer and a mother who possessed exceptional reading, intellectual and organizational talents, both of whom were savy enough to follow their own minds in their own ways. The two left a mark on me that nobody except me can own. Not even them.

~ Sharon Lee Davies-Tight






 

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The Right To Own Myself And My Work – catching up

I don’t belong to groups, so don’t anyone ever expect me to take one for a mythical team or to sacrifice my work for somebody else’s gain, because it’s their turn and I happen to have the words they need to succeed.

I’m a territorial daughter of a natural born engineer and a mother who possessed exceptional reading, intellectual and organizational talents, both of whom were savy enough to follow their own minds in their own ways. The two left a mark on me that nobody except me can own. Not even them.

So stop trying to own me and my work. What don’t you understand about the 5 Principles?

Slavery is an abomination that originated in Africa, spread to Asia and all other communities. They spread their seeds throughout the world as a political move to give African nations worldwide dominance. It failed. The spreading of those seeds are now regarded as a social disease that needs eradication, not validation. When Africans and Asians care more for the children that they willingly bring into this life, than they do their own comfort, slavery will end.

It is up to the parents to accept responsibility for finding a better way, not the responsibility of other families, groups, individuals and nations.

Men need to accept responsibility for birth control. Let’s start there.

Let’s continue here > Churches want the congregations needy, so they oppose all forms of contraception. If you’re born into the church, and the church helps you out, then they own you for life. You give the church your children. That’s on you. You feed your children to people who treat them as slaves. That’s on you, the parent.

Wake up to your responsibilities.

Too many children? Sell them or abort? Nobody cares if you abort, as long as you pay for it. Look, do the math. If you have too many children, then men aren’t accepting their responsibility in preventing them. That’s on them. Trick a guy into believing he’s protected? That’s on the woman. When people don’t have equal rights, they use devious means to achieve their goals. If men shame women for not wanting sex, or threaten to go elsewhere for it, that’s on them – that’s slavery – and torture – right there.

When you bear children for the purpose of gaining entry into a foreign country, that’s slavery. You enslave your own children, then demand that the government of the host country raise them. Or you’ll do what? There’s extortion and blackmail in the making here.

And here > The democratic party uses the same strategy, loosening immigration enforcement to bring in by lottery system anyone who applies – yes, bring your children too. When they say, “bring the whole family as far back as they go” you know it’s a scam to gain a broader political base. That continuous caravan of slaves becomes the demographic base of the slave party. You arrive needy; they supply you with amnesty from prosecution and you’re a democrat forever.

The democrats don’t really want to get rid of ICE (Immigration Customs Enforcement). They just say it, knowing it will never happen, to appease the demands of the Spanish speakers south of the USA border who don’t want to be hassled at the border for entering under false pretenses. The democrats need ICE in order to hold over the heads of their slaves what will happen if they jump parties. The democrats could agree to enforce existing laws, sending many slaves back to their country of origin – SPAIN!

What a coup!! We get SPAIN – our real homeland!

NO. Spain’s out. We need our base. Look, you can’t get every little thing you want. We’re politicians, not miracle workers; don’t make us look like we’re giving you preferential treatment. What is your contribution to all this anyway?

We’re your slaves. Happy slaves can become unhappy slaves and everybody knows what happens then.

One might think the American black would stop supporting whole groups of people wanting to be slaves in the USA. Oddly, they don’t get it. It’s too much of a real life metaphor for them to understand, or even care about.

The Wanna Be Slaves are number one on the recipient list for all free services – social or otherwise.

We care.

Nobody’s going to be a slave in our country. Get out, till you act like real human beings. Stop humiliating yourselves and making us all look bad for free social services. Get a job. Learn the language. Stop having so many kids you can’t afford. Go to the back of the line, we were here first.

The next time an American family (non-hispanic non-african) crosses the Mexican border into Mexico for vacation, say to the Mexican authorities, “just let us go through, what are you afraid of? Americans? That’s racist man. You can’t check my trunk. How many people do you think I can fit in there? Come on. We have nothing to hide. Let us through. We love Mexico man. Look, the flag, wave the flag, wave the flag.”

Turn the motor off. “You xenophobic, racist child molesting bigot”. Pop the trunk. Exit the vehicle.

Beware the person who wants to be a slave, especially if they’re part of a group wanting illegal entry anywhere.

Cut off the slave supply.

Hey, I’d rather be a slave in America, than a King in Spain.

Yeah, right.

You’re going after Spain aren’t ya?

I saw that picture of that bull. She’s going after Spain.


And here > Mexico held a competition for writing the national anthem in the year 1853. A poet Francisco was not willing to participate but his girlfriend forced him to do so. At last, she took him to a room and locked him until he came up with a very good poem depicting the history of Mexico. Surprisingly, the poem he wrote got selected and became the national anthem of Mexico.






Thanks Mom…and Dad

My mother is making me stronger the longer I take to not grieve her passing.

She passed in such a graceful, let me go type of way, on her terms, and only when she knew as the mother to all of us that we would all be okay without her.

I know she’s not lost. She just had a bunch of stuff to do and people to see and help before she got to me. I always said take care of them first, I’m okay, now she’s holding me to it.

Frankly I was looking for some time to get stuff together. I was hoping for a ‘Mom’s on vacation away from all of us and her lifelong responsibility to all of us’ type of vacation – for her.

Don’t worry, she took it. She deserved it. Dad did too. We all do – at that point when our life becomes nothing to the world or anything on or in it. It’s a private passing, once gone from the tender thoughts of those whispering them, or the thoughts we whisper to ourselves as we hug ourselves to death’s door, when there really isn’t anybody else doing it for us.

I wanted to get my apartment looking really good – even though a lot of it is dumpster, second hand stuff – before she arrived via the spirit machine – to view it from a new dimension.

She once told me, “Don’t you ever be ashamed of that, Sharon”.  I said, “I’m not.” My mother knew I could pick the best from the worst.

My mother-in-law knowing I didn’t have much in the way of clothes said more than once to me, “You would look good in a potato sack”. I believed her.

Although both my mothers loved to hate me for all the right and wrong reasons, I always loved them – because they were mothers. Because I knew their suffering as women. And because they made the best of the time they lived in, that didn’t accept them as whole human beings. They accepted themselves differently than the world, governments, religions assigned them to be.

Guess they hated me – a part of them hated me – because I wasn’t a mother. And they both wanted that. My mom always saw me as a mother – even as a kid – because of the way I cared about everybody. My mom-in law wanted to see what little Steve’s and Sharon’s would look like. Just like our dogs probably and a couple of cats and gold fish and turtles and birds. Pick an animal any animal.

Finally my mother when she saw that I was not going to go for that glamorous job she pictured me in, said in resignation but also a recognition of truth, ‘the animals need you Sharon’. She read me. I sent her all of what I wrote. My father was more worried for me, that the path I took as activist would hurt me, so did what he could do to block me – nothing. He got it. He knew me as an engineer. My mother knew me as a mother. They both saw themselves in me.

That right there is the greatest compliment that my Mom and Dad ever gave to me – that they saw themselves in me.

Of course they feared for me, taking risks like I did, but they read my essays, yes my father too, and they knew I was right.

They also knew how they raised me and how I raised them and together even if apart we all would do the right thing for all of us and the individual of us and somehow it would all work out as a family growing into something better, still remembering the gentle and rough times equally.

~ Sharon Lee Davies-Tight






 

CREATE vs ENGINEER

Create connotes willy-nilly. There’s nothing willy-nilly about my process.

I engineer everything I do – the entire recipe developing process is engineered. I don’t cross my fingers, take a deep breath or hold my breath, pray, hope, wish or hand it over to the universe. I take control at every juncture.

I don’t try something merely to see if it might fly, or just out of curiosity. The world is full of curious-seekers. I’m not one of them. If I’m thinking about it, I already have a pretty good idea whether it will or won’t fly or if it won’t, can I make it fly, and is it worth it? If I’m excited about the possibility I’ll continue. If I’m holding my breath, I won’t.

In the rare instances where I have to make more than one attempt, I do so knowing in advance that I will succeed – eventually. I keep the pace that the project sets for me – not the other way around. I don’t frantically test and retest to get it right. When the skill-set matches the mind-set and the products are available to make it happen, I’ll be there to make sure it does.

Nobody can tell me to hold up a project for their own self-serving interests. Nobody can tell me to give a project to somebody else whom the world favors more. I don’t have private investors who play all sides of the fence – even the top and the bottom of the fence (put it on hold or sink it parts of the fence).

I’m not a tumbleweed. I don’t go where the wind takes me. I make the wind turn in my direction – because it sees the value in going the way of the Five Principles.

I don’t force it. It wants to be a part of this great project.

If you want to be a part of it all, then you had better show up with some talent and know what those talents are.

You can stay a tumbleweed if you want. But if you want in on this, then you had better talk to that tumble part in you and line up with the Five Principles:

No prejudice, discrimination, enslavement, torture and slaughter.

There’s nothing willy-nilly about me.

Remember that.

Sharon Lee Davies-Tight, the animal-free chef