The World is Goin Nuts!!..

The Internet does it again!! We all know the Internet can be a scary place sometimes. It can also be a magical place full of puppies, pandas, and unicorn poop! 
 
 
The truth is… it is part of our lives now. The Internet is here, and it is a part of how we do many of the things we do.
 
 
 
For instance…
 
 
 
If you have a medical question…  There is WebMD! But be careful because if you type in your symptoms of having a hurt toe… it will probably tell you that you have cancer and you need your leg amputated!
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The days of Encyclopedias are gone! If you need information or to look up facts… You have Google! And everybody knows that Google knows everything!! Just Google it… and Google will tell you….
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If you are feeling sad you can watch hours and hours of puppy videos or cat videos.
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You can find bloggers, and vloggers, and read all kinds of articles and watch all kinds of videos.
Who is this awesome Blogger…    RIGHT HERE!!!
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And if you feel like socializing with folks… you have Facebook, and Twitter, and Instagram! 
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The fact is… this is how we interact now. We are plugged in. Kind of like the Matrix! A little foreshadowing going on there… 😉 
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I like to hang out on Facebook. I mean… let’s face it… It’s Zuckerberg’s world and we are all just living in it!! Amiiright??!!
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I am highly addicted to a Facebook page called Tasty! This place is almost as addicting as Netflix. They post videos of recipes being cooked and all you see are the hands making the food, and it is mesmerizing. Like I could literally sit for hours and watch video after video. It is highly addicting. They make it all look so easy. And you don’t even have to press play on these videos. Which let’s face it,  who the hell wants to take time to press play. Being able to just scroll and it starts playing magically is amazing. Nobody has time to be pressing play on shit.
 
 
 
But then…  you have the comment section. I know, I know… NEVER read the comments! You might think to yourself “Oh this is a recipe on how to make some cheesy enchilada dish… how bad can the comments be?”
 
 
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So I watched this recipe here about Moroccan chicken. And I want to break down for you how a simple recipe for Moroccan chicken can turn into an all out drunken brawl. Thanks Internet!! 
 
 
 
 
It all starts out pretty innocent enough. Everyone has an opinion, right? So they must come and write it in the comments so all the people can see how they feel about Moroccan chicken:
 
 
 
These are real comments: (I wrote them exactly as they are written in the comment section, So don’t blame me for the misspells… 😉 ) 
 
 
** – My thoughts…
 
 
 
 
Person 1 Comment – “Morrocan don’t eat harissa… Spread some cumin and let it cook with some chickpeas doesn’t mean it’s a moroccan like, and it goes the same way as well for the others meals… This is just a One-Pan Chicken to me”
 
 
**(Innocent enough I guess. This guy is not impressed with one of the spices so he must tell all the people! What even is Harissa though?? I have no idea)…
 
 
 
Person 2 Comment –  “We eat it –‘”
 
 
 
**(okay… so apparently there is a person that eats it, and she wants you to know!!)
 
 
 
 
Person 3 Comment – “But we eat it”
 
 
 
**(Another commenter coming on to let us all know that they too in fact eat it!! We are still talking about Harissa right??… I still don’t know what that is…)
 
 
 
Person 4 Comment –  “Don’t eat harrisa? It is a must in every meal. Coming from Moroccan. I don’t know where she come up with that”
 
 
 
**(So here comes person 4 to respond to person 1 about how Moroccans do not eat harissa!! You guys… what the fuck is Harissa???. anyone???)
 
 
 
Person 1 Comments again – “Well boy I ain’t a she. And if you’re used to eat harissa whereas you were raised in Morocco, it’s up to you that’s fine. But I bet you eat ketchup too. I mean the only moroccan touch in this meal is only the name and that’s all.”
 
 
 
**(What’s wrong with ketchup??… rude!!!!)
 
 
 
Person 4 Comments again – “who u r calling boy? A little cunt? U don’t know what are u talking about.”
 
 
 
**(Um… okay guys… what does this have to do with Moroccan chicken?)
 
 
 
Person 1 comments again – “you’re so full of shit with your tiny ballsack that I ain’t even gonna argue with ya on what’s up with the moroccan food. Get your shit together and don’t even try to step out to your miserable hole of “I have been raised in Morocco so I know what’s up”. What I’ve seen is an eyesore to all the moroccan community. But alright I’m glad you grew up with some Harissa out of your ass you fucking horsecrap.”
 
 
 
**(Did this guy just call someone horse crap?? And what does he mean “Harissa out of your ass?”.. Does Harissa come out of assess??  I’m not going to lie… this whole thread is starting to feel a bit like a Donald Trump rally!!)
 
 
 
Person 4 Comments again – “shut the fuck up fucking twat. Go squize on a fat dick, piese of shit , Jackass.”
 
 
 
**(We are definitely NOT talking about Moroccan chicken anymore folks!! “squize” on a fat dick??… WHAT???)
 
 
 
 
 A new person arrives into the conversation – “So much butthurt over a bloody chicken dish. They call it “Moroccan” because it is probably easier than calling it Cumin, Harrissa, cherry tomato and chickpea Chicken.”
 
 
 
**(hmm… good points being made by the new arrival… How will they respond?)
 
 
 
Another new Commenter arrives – “So it’s not Moroccan give a shit! Will that stop you cooking it? If they called it spicy chicken would you cook it? It’s still nice douche!”
 
 
 
**(I don’t know…  but spicy chicken and douche in the same sentence makes me feel all weird inside.)
 
 
 
Person 4 comes back for some more – ” So u are a fucking wannabe. Try to hard to fit in? GO FUCK YOUR MAMA”
 
 
 
**(Okay now… I just wanted some chicken!! Why you gotta bring momma into this?! Let’s keep the mothers out of this folks)..
 
 
 
Person 4 left a meme for person 1 – 
 
 
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**(Really creative use of a meme by Person 4… I do love the use of a good meme in a fight…)
 
 
 
And then this guy joins in – “Shit went too far ! … Forget about it ! Realizin’ what a meal’s name can cause , the world is goin’ nuts I swear ! We eat it we don’t eat it , it’s not ours but it’s common in the country whatever it is, let’s make everyone happy ! Oh !”
 
 
 
**(I do agree the world is “goin nuts”… and yet I still laughed my ass off at this comment! “Shit went too far”… yes random commenter on a recipe video… shit did go too far”)
 
 
 
 
Well… that was fun! Thanks Internet… you always have the ability to lift my spirits… and yet Internet… you also have the ability to have me sitting in my closet in the fetal position rocking back and forth sucking on my thumb crying for my mommy!!
 
 
 
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Just Another Article about Donald Trump…

I remember when I was a child. I went to a Catholic School, and every Sunday me and my family would be sitting in church listening to the Priest talk about things like “Loving your neighbor as yourself”… and “Treat others as you would have them treat you.” You know… the basics of being a decent human being.
 
 
This was something that was just expected of me when I was a child. My parents told me that I should be kind to others. My parents told me that I should never say mean things to another person because it could hurt their feelings. My parents told me to always be polite to elders. They did not approve of bad words, and often told me that if I can’t say something nice… don’t say anything at all. 
 
 
I remember these things as being a standard of how to go out into the world and how to socialize with other people. It was just the way we were taught to be.
 
 
I ask you reader… do you remember many of these lessons as a child? Did your parents tell you to be kind? Did you go to church on Sundays and hear the messages of loving your neighbors?? I ask you reader do you remember??
 
 
I myself am a very sensitive person. As well as being sensitive, I also have a fiery temper! It’s a strange mix… but it is who I am!! Being sensitive can be hard at times. But it’s the sensitivity that helps me to be able to empathize with another human being. It helps me to understand that other people are having experiences that are not at all things I may understand… but I can still listen, and open my heart to their experiences.
 
 
For the first time in a very long time, I have been jarred to my core! Lately I have felt like my heart is being squeezed watching all of the things taking place in my country. The place that I grew up in where I was taught about Freedom, and Hope, and acceptance above all else! I do not understand what is happening. 
 
 
All politics aside… the man that is standing up and trying to gain control of the amazing country that I grew up in… this man is cruel. He is unkind to his core! As a fellow human being… he is a bully! I am not talking about taxes, and medical plans, and what political party to stand for. I am talking about the person. His true nature! His core values as a human being residing on this planet along with 7 billion other human beings. 
 
 
I ask you reader… would you teach your children to treat others as this man has treated others? I ask you reader…  would you allow your children to speak the way this man has spoken?? I ask you reader… if YOU were the target, for instance say this man did not like the place you choose to worship, or the bible you choose to read… would you feel the same if he was saying that he wanted to ban all Christians… or all Catholics? 
 
 
My heart is broken. I truly for the first time have felt like I no longer have faith in human kind. The hate that is in our country right now is palpable. You can feel it in the air. 
 
 
Above all else… we are the human race! We are all on this planet together… no where to go! This is it! Did you ask to be here? Did you choose this? 
 
 
I have not always been kind in my life, but those times are the times that have made me want to be better. It makes me feel better to be kind. It makes me feel good to make others smile. 
 
 
You can call me a pussy, you can call me whatever you want to call me… but for me… at night when I lay my head down, I know I have tried to do my best. To be as kind as I could. 
 
 
I am not a religious person anymore. My own experiences led me in another direction… but if you are a religious person, I ask you… how will you stand before the God you believe will judge you on judgement day, and be able to say that hurting other human beings was okay? 
 
 
Yesterday, I read a blog that was written by one of the greatest writers of all time. This describes perfectly how I feel to my core! As I read this, tears streamed down my face. What has happened to my country? To my people? Where has the love and kindness gone? My heart is broken… 
Please Read This~
http://www.renegademothering.com/2016/03/02/nevertrump/
 
Always remember…
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LOUISE ALLAN

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