Virgie Bell's View: About the view...

Rosie O Donnell has really gone too far this time. When 86% percent of the Americans who took the poll on the Internet today, they agreed that she has indeed pushed it over the edge of what is allowed in free speech. It appears that the Disney Corporation is her employer and yet this company that represents the very best in America is allowing this to go on. Of course we have to realize television is about ratings. The bottom line drives all things in our society, but the last I checked on this particular show titled The View, the ratings had dropped significantly and continues a rapid decline daily, yet she goes on with her uniformed and insignificant opinions about everything.

When she and Donald Trump were going at it, no one paid much attention to it. I mean who cares what either of them spews forth. But when she said the Christians were as bad as any terrorist organization, then I felt involved. Now it's the Bush administration that was behind 9/11. It is also the British captives’ fault that they have been prisoners in Iran. What is it with the entertainment industry? Why do the main stream media consider everyone wrong as long as they are of the conservative persuasion? I for one have had it.

I have in the past always watched the last episodes of American Idol. This time I was turned off early on with the one who was found posing in the nude which made its way to the Internet. To me, she should have been rejected right there. The pictures should have determined that. The title of the show should have determined that. Idol is not even supposed to be used in this term. It is something to worship, but in our form of communication it is taken to mean an ideal or something to look up to. I know that I write as if I am the most moral person on earth. I do not for a minute think that. Rarely do I go to bed at night without knowing that I have failed to achieve what I would have liked to. But like most everyone else I do have a set of rules that I feel I should come as close as possible as I can to obeying. A moral compass as it were. Without such a compass we would be no more than a bunch of rabid monsters.

I realize and quite understand that I had an advantage with the up-bringing I received. My parents were decent moral people. Not perfect. I realize that, but they certainly made decisions based on good values. I have watched the behavior of the college kids on spring break. All the drinking and vulgar displays of nudity. I would no more have been a part of that than anything with one very good reason: I would have been afraid that my parents might have seen it on TV. Yes I know that it may be silly to think that way, but believe me it worked with us. I would hope that good sense would have had something to do with my choice, but I would never have to have gone far. My parents told me to look both ways when I crossed the street. They explained the reasoning behind it. If I were to forget it, I got a good paddling to my behind. I remembered that for sure. This advice never failed to be given to me all the days they were alive. I never got too old to remember it either.

I would also like to make an allowance about how much of a hard time I have given to the homosexuals in our world. I don't approve of it, no. But the main reason I did it was to tweak someone's nose in a way I could get by with by my daughter who edits this blog. I have never known anyone that was gay personally. Or maybe I have and just wasn't aware of it. At any rate the biggest liar and thief that ever came into this families life was gay. A first for me except those that are so in your face on TV and the movie industry.

I mean what is wrong with don't ask don't tell what ever it may be. It doesn't matter really. Who wants to discuss their sex life in public? If you have a problem with it, talk in private to a counselor. I knew I was pushing it with De'on on this subject, so I was very careful to quote scripture on it. I knew she wouldn't block that out. Of course I threw my opinions in as well. I got furious with Steve Ramos several times and sent something else that she refused to let get on this blog. So I was stuck on this one.

God alone knows I am in no position to throw stones at anyone. But him? So anyway now I can get on to other things that come under the heading of Thus Sayeth Virgie Bell. I knew I was hitting him right between the eyes on that. I hope that he spends a good long time locked up with those that he can feel free to be himself with. When I found that he scraped off Aaron’s name on De’on’s car, believe me that was worse than anything else he could do to earn my contempt. He is in jail now, so if he has use of a computer he may read this but I can't see how just this much will hurt one way or another.

De'on is the most generous and trusting person I know that exists on this earth. She now has to live with the fact that we can be too trusting. While I am on the subject of my particular outlook I would like to call attention to something that bothers me with my own family. This concerns birthday presents and other gifts to my granddaughter. She wants money it seems. I would object to this on the grounds that it gives me great pleasure to shop for her and to purchase something that I know she would never have otherwise. Like the Hope Chest and charm bracelet and other things. I leave it to Karen to always be the most modern and with it-gift buyer. No one can compare to her in that department. De'on gives money. She likes to do that. I guess grandmothers never outgrow being just antique little girls. I really would have loved to have bought a little girl a baby doll forever. But little girls do grow up. On the other hand, I haven't a clue of what to buy little boys or big boys for that matter. Jerry usually receives something we both want for the house or yard or something. Otherwise we just don't go there. He usually gets what he needs and with me receiving my reading material for the most part in the mail, we pretty well don't shop. We did remodel the house last summer and the shopping seems endless. I never was much of a shopper to start with. I am mostly a looker and if you are like me you get enough junk in your mailbox to look at forever.

I have the rest of Harmon Wouk's books that have arrived at Hastings. I am more excited about that than anyone else could be over anything. My mother accused me at one time of spending more on books than she did on necessities. I have to tell you, that as far as I am concerned, books are necessary. Also helping De'on with this blog keeps me busy in a creative way. I hope I have said enough good things that she won't edit most of it all out. Just want you to know I despise Steve Ramos and SUPPORT THE TROOPS!

Editor’s note: all was left intact. I wasn’t quite going to “go there” yet, but after I thought for a while, I thought, De’on you are still protecting him. And he always said that he didn’t care who knew he was gay. He used that too. Made me feel like I had helped him to reach abstinence for the LORD! God forgive me for mocking if it is even close to true. It’s so hard to know what to believe, “but cancer” came after abstinence. I didn’t say anything for a while except to Greg b/c I feared my friend may have gone off to die from HIV or cancer. I thought he may have had bad news and had just given up. That’s why I bought the bus ticket to Houston. cdm p.s. and I gave Kayla money b/c that's what she asked me for.