My KC Obama Fail – the 2nd most disappointing day of my political life

Kansas City has Obama fever!  In the last 24 hours he landed in KC, ate some BBQ and now he’s giving a speech about the economy in Midtown.

100 lucky people are watching that speech. Strike that 99 lucky people are watching that speech.

How do I know?  Because I had a ticket and I’m writing this blog as he’s giving his speech.  I’m not there.10443511_10153047534804552_1937506879404835464_n

Why?

Well it’s a long, sad story.

Gather round friends for a story of a simple, Kansas City girl with a dream of seeing President Obama and the day that didn’t go her way.

It started as any other day.  I got up and looked at my ticket first thing.  “Doors open at 8:30 am” the ticket said.

I bound out of bed and decided what to wear.  I picked a crisp bright red top and blue pants.  Perfect for standing out in the crowd and some might say a political uniform for women.  If I had a Hillary pantsuit I would have worn it.  (Note to self – get a political pantsuit for future events.)

As I got ready I came up with the best possible scenario that could happen to me today:

Obama looks out in the crowd and notices me in my bright red top.  I catch his eye and he comes to talk to me.  I tell him that I’m a political blog writer with snarky undertones.  He said he’s read my work and he is a fan.  He says it just so happens that they have a position open on his cabinet for a sarcastic blog writer.  He asks if I want to quit my day job and move to DC for a six figure salary.  I say perfect!  Deals done.  Moving van shows up and I’m getting the hell out of Dodge.  My first assignment is Boehner’s lawsuit.  Easy breezy.

As I peel off my Crest white strips I head out the door with my golden ticket in hand confident my scenario could come true.  I read The Secret.  All you have to do is believe it could come true and then wait for it!

I arrived at work.  The clock is ticking.  I know doors open at 8:30, but he doesn’t speak to 11.  I’m not going at 8:30 to sit there for hours in a hot theater with a hundred of my closest friends.  I’m going to be smart and leave at 10.  I’ll get there in plenty of time for his speech at 11.  I pat myself on the back for my smart thinking.

I glance at my watch.  9:45.  I head out the door and jump in my car.  Got to love KC.  I zoom up to the theater where Obama is speaking and get one block away from the venue.  I parallel park (thank you for my time in DC for crafting that skill) and get out of the car.  The police already have street blocked off.

I get up to the crowd and flash my golden ticket.  The police wave me over to the yellow tape area. “Up there ma’am.”  It was almost like they rolled out the red carpet for me.  This was too good to be true.  I felt like a Hollywood A-lister.  The protestors are on the other side of the street.  I’m sure people are green with envy as I glide the final few steps up to the theater.  I was walking on air.

I got so close to the venue that I could smell the excitement and then it happened.

“Sorry ma’am, venue’s closed.”

Somewhere I heard a sad trombone playing in the background.

“The venue is what?”

“The venue is closed.  It closed 30 minutes ago.  You aren’t getting in,” the very hot, but stern policeman said.

“But…but I have a ticket and I’m supposed to be discovered.  This is my big break.  What do you mean I’m not getting in?”

“Ma’am step away from the theater and stand over there,” the cop said point to somewhere behind a police horse’s ass.

That’s exactly how I felt at that moment – like a horse’s ass.

No amount of sad, puppy dog eyes or begging was getting me past those policeman.

Another group of people with tickets tried to get in.  I slinked my way up with them trying again.  The policeman caught me.

“I told you that you aren’t getting in,” said the still hot, but now angry policeman.

So I had 2 choices – stand with the protestors or head back to work.  I picked the 2nd choice.  I went back to my perfectly parallel parked car and left the venue completely defeated.

And that was how the 2nd most disappointing day of my political life ended up.

What’s the 1st you are asking?

(See Bill Clinton and the Monica Lewinsky scandal).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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My sincere thank you letter to Sam Brownback

Dear Gov. Brownback,

 

My mother always taught me that when someone gives you a gift, it is always good manners to send them a thank you note.  That is why I am writing you today – to thank you.  Now you and I have never seen eye-to-eye so why would I be sending you a thank you note?  It’s all about your campaign event yesterday.

First, you had Rick Santorum at your event.  He is my favorite batshit crazy conservative hottie.  He is my go to guy to headline any conservative event.  I am guaranteed two things: 1. that he is easy on the eyes and 2. that he will say something completely stupid.  Ding! Ding!  I was correct on both for your event yesterday.

“Sam takes on the dragons. He is the warrior,” Santorum said, later adding, “He is a visionary in a state that can lead.”

Who exactly are the dragons in the scenario?  The teachers?  Maybe it’s the Kansas taxpayers?  No I’m guessing it’s the underserved people who are getting screwed now that Medicaid has gone over to Kancare.  One thing is for sure, dragons are kind of like the success of Brownback’s tax policy – a fantasy.

I also love the part where Santorum said the free world was a stake with this election.  And people say I’m dramatic.  Geez…

Moving on…

I also need to thank you for the venue that you picked.  You had your campaign rally yesterday at a used car lot.  Now I’m not the one who started jokes centered around used car lots so don’t blame me for going there.

Here is one for your entertainment:

It was a small town and the patrolman was making his evening rounds. As he was checking a used car lot, he came upon two little old ladies sitting in a used car. He stopped and asked them why they were sitting there in the car. Were they trying to steal it?

“Heavens no, we bought it.”

“Then why don’t you drive it away.”

“We can’t drive.”

“Then why did you buy it?”

“We were told that if we bought a car here we’d get screwed …so we’re just waiting.

You are welcome.  Remember to tip your waitress and try the prime rib.  Anyway, of all the places you could have had your event, you pick a used car lot?  There are so many jokes to be had here regarding the used car lot and the state of the Kansas economy.  For example…

What does the Kansas economy and Brownback’s campaign rally have in common?  They both resemble a used car lot.  See how easy that was.  Or what does a used car lot and Brownback’s tax policy have in common?  They are both full of lemons.

I could go on and on….

Anyway, thanks for the comic relief.

Finally, my favorite part of your speech was the part where you blame the Kansas City Star for your troubles.

“We’re not getting a lot of good reporting from the Kansas City Star.”

Now hang on there.  Those are my peeps over there.  I don’t think you can blame the Kansas City Star for your issues.  If  I google articles regarding your failed tax policies I get articles from:

  • Kansas City Star
  • New York Times
  • Los Angeles Times
  • Huffington Post
  • Business Week

Just to name a few.  Here’s the deal.  They wouldn’t be writing these articles unless…wait for it…your tax policies didn’t suck.  Let’s just be honest.  You gambled big. If you would have won, you would be successfully running for President on this platform.  You lost and the result was now Kansas is suffering.  You can try to spin this anyway you want, but this is of your own doing.

Anyway, can’t thank you enough for a great laugh.  I really appreciate it.  It’s not often I receive a gift as good as this.

Sincerely (and I mean that),

Aimee

MUST SEE – Oprah is everywhere and now she is naked on a dress!

I was reading the headlines overnight when something unusual caught my eye…

“Obamacare tanking”
oprah“Obama changes mind on insurance”
“Oprah: Skinny, Naked and Screaming on your dress”

Hold it.  Stop at #3.  Oprah is a lot of places – she’s on my magazines, she’s on my television and most recently she was on a movie, but I didn’t realize she was on my dress.

Turns out Oprah is on a dress and in all of her glory!  Well, not exactly her God-given glory.  It’s Oprah’s face on another person’s body.  See image unless you are under 18.

How did Oprah end up on a dress?  This is the creation of fashion designer Peggy Noland.  Peggy Noland made it in the fashion world, creating styles for Miley Cyrus and Rhianna.  Did I mention Peggy Noland is from Kansas City?  Dial our Kansas City coolness factor up a notch.

Most hip people probably already know that Peggy is from KC, but this suburban mom is floored to find this out!  Peggy Noland has her flagship store here in Kansas City and I will be taking a little shopping trip there very soon to get out of my Chico’s comfort zone.  Anyway, here is an interview where Peggy explains the vision behind the dress in New York Magazine:

“For me, it originated as kind of the age old [red] carpet question: Who are you wearing? And this clearly is: You’re wearing Oprah instead of a designer. Sally mentioned from the onset of this collaboration that one of Oprah’s most effective qualities is that she’s a placeholder, she’s a stand-in for you with her foibles and her failures — especially with her public weight issues. I’m interested and sensitive to this increased access that we have to celebrities and to all of their ups and downs, for better or worse. I feel like it’s kind of my own personal exploration and exploitation of just that.” http://nymag.com/thecut/2013/11/oprah-skinny-naked-screaming-on-your-dress.html

I’ve been reading a lot of reactions about this dress. The biggest outrage starts with an “r” – RACIST.  Peggy is a white designer who used a black woman’s body as an object.  Peggy also decided to use Oprah, the most powerful black woman in Hollywood and media, and expose her completely.  It has many crying racism.  So here’s the question…

Would it have been different if she would have used a white woman’s body instead?  Say…Barbara Walters or Katie Couric?  Who the heck wants to see Babs naked, but I couldn’t come up with anyone like Oprah to compare to Oprah.  You get my drift. (No offense Babs.  If that position comes open on the View call me.)

There is one thing for sure-Peggy has the fashion world talking.

Do I think it’s racist?  No.  Do I think it’s extreme? Yes.  Fashion is art – I’m talking real fashion, not the fashion I frequent in the malls.  Sometimes it’s going to appeal to many and other times it may strike out.

Now where can I buy this dress so I can wear it to the next PTA meeting? (Can’t stop laughing at the image of me showing up at the PTA meeting in this dress and my crocs.) Peggy – I’m packing up the minivan and coming to visit your store!

To see more of Peggy’s fashions visit:  http://peggynoland.com/

Don we now our horrible apparel – Hallmark fails

Kansas City based Hallmark Cards is in hot eggnog over changing a popular Christmas carol lyric on one of their ornaments.

From their website:131030192325-hallmark-ornament-story-top

Hallmark created this year’s Holiday Sweater ornament in the spirit of fun. When the lyrics to “Deck the Halls” were translated from Gaelic and published in English back in the 1800s, the word “gay” meant festive or merry. Today it has multiple meanings, which we thought could leave our intent open to misinterpretation.

The trend of wearing festively decorated Christmas sweaters to parties is all about fun, and this ornament is intended to play into that, so the planning team decided to say what we meant: “fun.” That’s the spirit we intended and the spirit in which we hope ornament buyers will take it.

 

Ok…I get it.  Here’s the deal from someone who has bombed MANY times doing a play on words – if you have to explain it in this much detail – you have to ask yourself, “is this really worth it in the first place?”   How about the word “Don”?  Anybody ever hear of that word being used now in ANY way except for some dude’s name?  The whole Christmas carol isn’t relevant anymore except for being a snappy tune that people love to sing once a year.

Here is the real crime and it isn’t political correctness-it is this hideous ornament. That’s where my outrage is – Holy Ugly!

Keep the lyrics traditional and if you want to be sensitive to gay people make ornaments so lovely that people (gay and straight) will want to buy them and make this world a little more beautiful at Christmastime.

Sorry Hallmark – I think you will be receiving a lump of coal in your stocking this year.

If it walks like a duck..

Today’s post isn’t a letter to anyone.  It is just a post about my thoughts.  I think like 99.9% of all Americans, conservative and liberal, regarding the government shut down….I am o-v-e-r-i-t!

Here’s my list of thoughts in no particular order on this Monday:

1.  Even I am sick of talking about the shut down and that is serious.  When I can talk politics all day every day and I am sick of it you know there is a problem.  I’m opting to read gossip magazines to find out the latest about the Jenner split BEFORE I read the latest happenings on the Hill.

2.  Regarding the closing the WWII memorial – here’s the deal folks – stop scheduling the Memorial Flights until it reopens.  The monument is CLOSED whether you like it or not.  Also, tone the drama down a bit.  The veterans aren’t exactly “storming” the monument.  They are walking quickly towards it, but they aren’t exactly “storming” it. If some of the veterans miss seeing the memorial, well that’s sad, but think of all of the veterans that lived without a memorial up until it was built.  Memorials are amazing, but they are statues – they do not make the person or define the experience.  Let’s stop acting like this is a trip to the Holy Land.

3.  The rollout of the Obamacare WEBSITE has been a disaster.  I want to be clear – I’m not talking about the entire program just the website.  The firm who designed the website gets two thumbs down from me.  It’s 2013 and you KNEW that there would be MILLIONS of people hitting this website at one time.  Experiencing this many technical glitches is unacceptable.  I may be a loyal Democrat, but if it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck…

A bad website doesn’t mean the entire program is a bust.  Everyone take a deep breath and let’s see what happens when the refresh button actually refreshes.

4.  Two big thumbs up to Obama for the gas prices.  Here in Kansas City gas prices are a $2.97/gallon for unleaded. Woohoo – that sure helps right now.

5.  As much as America HATES the thought of career politicians, the whole mess we are currently in makes me stop and think about the benefit of career politicians to keep us out of future messes.  Before we get all high and mighty voting all of the bums out of office think about what got us here in the first place.  There may be something said for career politicians knowing what it takes to negotiate and just how far they can push each other until we end up with monuments being shut down, WIC programs not receiving food and our nation’s food supply not being monitored.  

Hey these are just my thoughts…

Now back to reading about the Jenner split.  Wake me when we hit the debt ceiling.

It’s hot as hell in #KC! That can only mean 1 thing @KrisKetz

It’s so hot, I can’t even type.  That means it’s time for a repost.  I don’t do this often. so here is an oldie, but a goodie. Enjoy – Aimee

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Good old Kansas City in the summertime. Not only are the politics hellish, but now we have weather resembling the condo in hell where Satan resides.  100 degrees today with a heat index of 108 degrees.  It can only be a matter of time before my favorite local TV news segments air…Image

Baking on the dashboard of your car OR frying an egg on the sidewalk!

You can always tell the reporter who drew the short straw for this segment.  If we all didn’t already know that it was hot outside from the weather smacking us in the face when we open the door, local news seems to feel like we need another visual to get the message across that IT’S FREAKING HOT.

Cue local reporter standing outside with an egg.

Never mind that the reporter’s make-up is melting off like the Nazi faces in the Raiders of the Lost Ark, or that we can all see the steam off the asphalt on the camera close-up, we all need to see that it is indeed hot enough to cook things that we will never eat.

(Cue outrage from the National Association of Stop Wasting Food.)

I feel for the reporter that has to do an update from the car every half an hour on how the brownies are cooking on the dashboard. “They are in deed cooking,” said reporter A.

Why do we need visuals like this instead of the meteorologists just telling us the temperature?  Because there is ALWAYS some dipshit parent who leaves their kids in the car. Really mom?  You couldn’t take little Johnnie out of the car and throw him in a cart to shop at Walmart?

http://www.kshb.com/dpp/news/region_kansas/johnson_county/kcmo-woman-charged-with-child-endangerment-after-leaving-kids-in-car-at-walmart

Here’s the deal folks – it’s CRA-AZY hot outside.  Leave your kid or pet in a car for even a micro-second and you are risking that your dog will literally turn into a hot dog (grab a bun).

I don’t blame the reporters for these looney visuals, I blame the parents who had their brains removed as soon as they brought little North home.

(That’s not a Kim K dig – just picked the name randomly, honest.)

Until I don’t see anymore stories about some kid or pet suffering from being stuck in a car that is hot enough to bake brownies, the reporters will have to keep doing these stories.  Please make them stop by wising up.

Now excuse me while I go buy some brownie mix.  I’m craving brownies and if I put them on my dashboard now, I’ll be able to eat them by midnight.

Somebody send a camera crew!

 

Fast Food Strike – “Hey Hey Ho Ho Our Workers Didn’t Show.”

Hearts filled with clogged arteries were beating a bit sadder today as Kansas City faced the fast food workers strike.  Cities around the nation had similar strikes that involved workers from the trifecta of convenience crap – McDonalds, Wendy’s and Burger King.

The workers chanted “hey hey ho ho poverty has got to go.” ManSANYO DIGITAL CAMERAagers from these three food chains shouted “hey hey ho ho our employees didn’t show”.  (Ok busted- the managers weren’t chanting that, but I am really proud of my ability to rhyme.)

The workers want an increase in their hourly wages to $15.00 from an average of $8.00.

Whatcha talking about Ronald?

That’s right – $15.00 per hour.  As the striking workers marched TinkerBell showed up an threw her pixie dust on all of the fast food restaurants and the workers will all now be receiving $15.00 per hour.

The end…

OK – snap out of it.  You and I both know that didn’t happen.

What did happen?  Increased awareness that our fast food workers don’t make peanuts.  So every time I drive thru my local McDonald’s I will say, “sorry dude” as I grab my biggie fries.

Am I outraged at how little fast food workers make?  Yes.  Do I think this strike will mean much?  No.

The medical industry has already provided me about a thousand reasons NOT to feed my kids at fast food restaurants.  Fast food increases our risk of diabetes, obesity and heart attacks, yet I continue to frequent the unhealthy chains.  Paying their workers below a fair wage, isn’t going to change America’s desire to feed our faces with cheap and convenient food.

Sorry Charlie that you don’t make enough to put your kid in diapers, but I need my burger and fries NOW and I don’t want to pay much for it.  Start increasing prices to compensate for higher wages at one burger joint and I will drive my car a mili-block to the next fast food chain so I can get my burger and fries NOW and cheaper. Maybe if America didn’t have a fast food restaurant on every corner, the workers may have some leverage?

The good news is today isn’t National Hamburger Day, but it is National Lasagna Day. Boil the noodles and grab some mozzarella – it’s Lasagna time!

Ciao,

Aimee

#KC Shocker: Kansas City is hot and this can only mean one thing

Good old Kansas City in the summertime. Not only are the politics hellish, but now we have weather resembling the condo in hell where Satan resides.  100 degrees today with a heat index of 108 degrees.  It can only be a matter of time before my favorite local ImageTV news segments air…

Baking on the dashboard of your car OR frying an egg on the sidewalk!

You can always tell the reporter who drew the short straw for this segment.  If we all didn’t already know that it was hot outside from the weather smacking us in the face when we open the door, local news seems to feel like we need another visual to get the message across that IT’S FREAKING HOT.

Cue local reporter standing outside with an egg.  

Never mind that the reporter’s make-up is melting off like the Nazi faces in the Raiders of the Lost Ark, or that we can all see the steam off the asphalt on the camera close-up, we all need to see that it is indeed hot enough to cook things that we will never eat.

(Cue outrage from the National Association of Stop Wasting Food.)

I feel for the reporter that has to do an update from the car every half an hour on how the brownies are cooking on the dashboard. “They are in deed cooking,” said reporter A.

Why do we need visuals like this instead of the meteorologists just telling us the temperature?  Because there is ALWAYS some dipshit parent who leaves their kids in the car. Really mom?  You couldn’t take little Johnnie out of the car and throw him in a cart to shop at Walmart?

http://www.kshb.com/dpp/news/region_kansas/johnson_county/kcmo-woman-charged-with-child-endangerment-after-leaving-kids-in-car-at-walmart

Here’s the deal folks – it’s CRA-AZY hot outside.  Leave your kid or pet in a car for even a micro-second and you are risking that your dog will literally turn into a hot dog (grab a bun).  

I don’t blame the reporters for these looney visuals, I blame the parents who had their brains removed as soon as they brought little North home.  

(That’s not a Kim K dig – just picked the name randomly, honest.)

Until I don’t see anymore stories about some kid or pet suffering from being stuck in a car that is hot enough to bake brownies, the reporters will have to keep doing these stories.  Please make them stop by wising up.

Now excuse me while I go buy some brownie mix.  I’m craving brownies and if I put them on my dashboard now, I’ll be able to eat them by midnight.

Somebody send a camera crew!

 

Domestic Violence Disappointment – my story

If you are from Kansas City, you know the story….the story of Amber Taylor and Austin McCauley.

Quick summary:

Amber and Austin were living in a motel with Amber’s 4-year-old.  Amber gets a text from another man one morning.  Austin finds out about it.  That night he beats her with a bat over the head.  Amber has a towel wrapped around her head with blood all over the bathroom.  Amber ends up in the hospital.  While in the hospital, she figures out she has Austin’s phone in her pocket.  She logs onto Austin’s Facebook and posts a picture of her battered self on his Facebook page to show Austin’s friends what he did to her.

The picture goes viral.

Amber ends up doing media interviews and becoming “the face of domestic violence”.

Fast forward to Austin’s court date.  Austin ends up in court and Austin pleads not guilty.  He says she hit herself with the bat.  We all find out that Amber has been visiting Austin in jail and has confessed her love for Austin again.

My reaction:  SHIT!  Why Amber?  Why did you do this to me?  I was so invested in you.  I believed you. When you said on the radio you would never go back, I believed you.   I believed that this time you were going to leave him.  This time would be different.  You said all the right things to me.  You were such a good role model for women in domestic violence relationships.  I feel so let down.  This is why people don’t believe victims when they say they are going to leave.

Oh wait, we aren’t in a relationship.

Why do I feel so let down?

I blame social media.

Before Facebook I wouldn’t even know about Amber.  Maybe I would have caught the story on the nightly news, but then 3 minutes later she would have been gone from my life.  It is only because of Facebook that I became so invested.  You could argue this is a good thing, because it highlights the issue of domestic violence, but also a bad thing if you think about people getting victim fatigue when it comes to the mentality of “Why help? They are only going to go back.”  Remember, it takes the average women 7 times before she leaves a domestic violence relationship.  Amber isn’t any different.

Because of Facebook, we all love being part of a social movement.  Think about it:  “click like if you (insert issue, cute picture).  I’ve learned to pass these things up, but think of all of the thousands of times people click like every day.  We all want to be part of the collective good.  We all want those kids to get the puppy.  We all want that soldier to feel loved, or that kid to feel beautiful.  We are constantly finding ways on Facebook to feel invested.  We all became invested in Amber’s story and now there is admitted disappointment in the outcome no matter what the judgement is in the courtroom.

Amber posted her pictures on Austin’s Facebook account to GET BACK AT AUSTIN.  She did not do it to become the face of domestic violence.  Big difference here.  We made her the face and voice of domestic violence.  This is obviously a position she wasn’t ready for and couldn’t handle.  We (meaning the public) were bound for disappointment when we forced this woman into this role.  We wanted a triumphant outcome.  We wanted the Lifetime Movie.

Why did Amber go back or think about going back (I can’t confirm she went back)?

Probably some of the reasons from Austin:

  • I love you.
  • I’ll never do this again.
  • I’ve learned my lesson now that I’m in jail.
  • You made me do this to you since you got those text messages.
  • If you would have just listened to me, this wouldn’t have happened.

She may be thinking:

  • If I wouldn’t have texted that guy, this wouldn’t have happened to me.
  • I always push Austin’s buttons.  If I would learned to keep my mouth shut, this wouldn’t happen.
  • Who is going to date me now that they saw what I did to Austin on Facebook?
  • He must really love me if he is willing to forgive me for what I did to him on Facebook.
  • I think if he ever gets out of jail, he is going to kill me.  I need to get back with him to save my life.

 

To judge her and say “if it was me, I would never go back” is to not really understand the vicious cycle of domestic violence.

I’ll get over my disappointment, but I worry about her safety and I hope that she will be o.k.    If you or someone you know is in a domestic violence relationship please call 913-262-2868.

 

 

The Belcher/Perkins tragedy – No secret in furthering my personal agenda

A number of days have passed since the horrible murder-suicide of Belcher and Perkins.  Kansas City is grieving and processing the terrible tragedy.  My last post was my initial reaction based on the few facts that came out initially about the incident and my experience working in domestic violence.

There has been a lot of response to my last post – good and bad.  The most interesting is that I have a personal agenda that I am trying to push.

Do I have a personal agenda that I’m trying to push regarding the Belcher/Perkins tragedy?

Yes!

Yes, I have a personal agenda that I am trying to push.  I am not ashamed of it.  In fact, I am not trying to hide it at all.  I want to shout it from the rooftops!

My personal agenda in writing about the  Belcher/Perkins murder-suicide is I don’t want to see another woman get seriously injured or murdered at the hands of an abuser.

Can I be any clearer about my agenda?

I am simply trying to use my knowledge about domestic violence to reach out to people and help them understand what happened so maybe we can prevent another unnecessary murder.

  • Like I said before – all “types” of men abuse women.
  • Leaving is the most dangerous time in a domestic violence relationship.  It is when most homicides happen.
  • Babies can often make domestic violence situations worse.
  • Alcohol and drugs can increase the intensity of domestic violence outbursts, but they are not the cause of domestic violence.
  • The best place for a woman to go when leaving an abuser is to a domestic violence shelter – not to a relative’s home.
  • Don’t focus on the abuser’s behavior and if he will “change”.  Focus on what you can control if you are the one being abused.  Get help!

If you or someone you know is being abused, call the National Domestic Violence Hotline:  1-800-799-SAFE.

Please forward this blog post and get the word out.  Let’s try to save a life.

 

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