Growing up on a farm in northeast Georgia, during a time when money was scarce, I never had a doll. A time when we had plenty of everything we needed, however very frugal parents, with few luxuries, and I always wanted a pretty doll. Later on, when my daughter was growing up, I vicariously shared in her joy by buying her dolls. Her favorite was a beautiful Madame Alexander doll.
Today all the craze is over American Dolls. In the interim years, there were Shirley Temple, Marilyn Monroe and Raggedy Anne dolls, plus Barbie Dolls. Even today I collect dolls. Not the least of which is a rather expensive Marilyn Monroe doll. For several years I had a large doll I named Jennifer, my grandchildren played with when they visited, but sold it to a lady who in turn sold it on Ebay.
I missed having that doll in my children’s playroom and recently bought another one, similar to Jennifer, my adopted granddaughter RJR named “Susie-Cutie.” I also purchased a wicker rocker she sits in and a high chair for her. RJR sometimes visits and wants to take Suzie-Cutie home with her to spend the night. She is 28 inches tall, and I have the pleasure of watching RJR play with her when she visits.
RJR has several American Dolls, but loves playing with Susie-Cutie when she visits. And I have the pleasure of watching her delight. Watching her I have the joy of re-living doll-playing years I never had growing up. She sometimes brings her a little toy gift. Watching an eight year old playing make-believe with Susie-Cutie is a moment of joy for me. Plus watching her dress and undress the collection of Barbie dolls I have.
In my playroom, I have lots of toys and books for my grandchildren, including a toy refrigerator and stove, plus a table of dishes, RJR pretends to cook, and serve. My other grandchildren are now teenagers and outgrew doll-playing, and Prince William has a collection of cars he played with, now into making his own cars for Boy Scouts car-racing. However his desk, with a sign he made, “Will’s Office,” still hangs on the wall.
This morning while cleaning up the toy room, couldn’t help but think about how politicians treat us like a bunch of Raggedy Ann dolls they manipulate and throw around. Because dolls don’t work and pay taxes, politicians seem to revert back to treating producers in this country as if they are just Raggedy Ann dolls they can throw around, run herd over, tax and spend as if we are all here on this earth for their benefit.
Seemingly without remorse or compunction, they act as though the citizenry, which provides their livelihood, are just producing for their pleasure and have no more say-so about what they do than a Raggedy Ann doll. Except around election time, when they make all kinds of promises and excuses, to sustain and maintain their seat of power to take, rake, collect and redistribute. Which seems to be the nature of politicians in general.
Sadly they appear to live in a world of make-believe, they have a knack for transforming to reality, by heavy-duty taxation, of those who produce in this country. Nothing make-believe about what they do, however their sense of entitlement, stems from a make-believe mentality that we are all here for their benefit. Where else does the massive game of taking come from?
Inasmuch as all we read about the purpose of the centralized political government was created to protect this nation from Foreign and Domestic enemies, and to guarantee the freedom of individuals, how is exorbitant taxation of those who produce, loaded with exorbitant rules, regulations and policies, so stifling to the free-enterprising system, conducive to that capitalistic system? Then have the unmitigated gall, trying to convince us they do not know why there’s so much unemployment, as if it just happened and they had nothing to do with it.
Thomas Jefferson said: “It is strangely absurd to suppose that a million of human beings, collected together, are not under the same moral laws which bind each of them separately.”
Let Freedom Ring
Just me AC