Throughout my life, my mother has said that I am “as stubborn as a mule.” I prefer ‘maverick‘ thank you very much. It’s sexier.

I am, at my core, a very centrist human being. I have beliefs that many would consider quite conservative; and I possess views that others would call extremely liberal. I don’t give a damn what they call them.

The views and principles are mine to live by. I don’t impose them on others and don’t let others impose theirs on me. To me that is the very essence of freedom. Being yourself and allowing others to do the same.

They’ve held my feet firm to the path for nearly sixty years, and through every kind of storm life could throw at me. I’m not about to change now.

I don’t bend them to win friends or hide them to gain favor. This is the part that upsets mom. She would prefer I play the game. You know – go along to get along. Nope. Not gonna do it.

Honestly, I think it’s more that she’s afraid I’ve inherited her old temper. Nah, I’m not cussing people out as I show them the door, Mother.

I’m simply unwilling to compromise who I am to play on the schoolyard with people so fucking immature (or insecure) that they need me to bend to their opinion in order to be in their company.

My life is blessed by a small and bright universe of precious friends. It’s a rainbow of colors, diverse lifestyles, and brilliantly engaged & provocative mindsets.

The tie binding us together is LOVE – the real McCoy – the kind that can take disagreements or diversity of thought and make margaritas. Not the sugary stuff that melts when it rains. Or makes for handy campaign slogans. I don’t have any inclination to participate in that soulless shit.

Why in the world would I goose-step to some fictional party line to impress anyone? Just seems stupid to me. Especially when the opportunity to keep learning and growing is ever present.

My stubbornness became a topic again today because of my personal views on televangelists and Trump.

Well, people shouldn’t ask questions if they really don’t want the answers. Particularly people who’ve known me all my life. Don’t ask me what I think of Kenneth Copeland praying for Donald Trump when you already have a damned good idea of what I’m likely to say.

My answer was simple. I said they were made for each other. I might have suggested that perhaps they’d be happier if they took their tax-evasion income, Sean Hannity, a TV camera – and bought themselves a new continent.

You know, where they could build a wall, steal other people’s money under the guise of saving their soul & making them great again, and then report it to themselves 24/7.

Not the answer they were looking for. ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚

28 thoughts on “Maverick

  1. I bloody LOVE this ( damn the catholic girly guilt as I feel the need to say s’cus the language!! ) and LOVE you Rita because you bloody well ROCK ….. Nuff’ said she mutters as she wanders off with big R inspired grin and fist pumps!!! xxx

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  2. I don’t get why some people ask some questions, knowing the answer and when they hear it they feel like something is not right!
    I love the way you are Rita – having your views and allowing others to have theirs. The world needs more people like you, respectful and free.

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    • We truly do. Marie, Iโ€™ve been in trouble since childhood for questioning how people can call it religious freedom when they demand you believe like they do OR personal freedom when you are forced to choose one or another side to represent you.

      I refuse. REFUSE to have someone else say or believe for me what I am capable of saying and believing for myself. I am independent and will make my own choices.

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  3. I don’t know about them, but that’s the answer I was looking for! ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘

    Rita, I agree with you 100%. Be yourself. Let others be themselves. Share opinions in a thoughtful and intelligent way, walk away friends with wisdom. Or, as you put it better:

    ” take disagreements or diversity of thought and make margaritas.”

    And I’ll drink to THAT! ๐Ÿน

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