Veni, vici, vent 4 - Why I left the Left AGES ago (Part 1)

Veni, vidi, vent.

I came, I saw, I complained.

#walkaway #humor #beingmemetopeople #politics #writing

Allow me to share with you a little of my personal history.

Just over nine years ago, in 2009, me and Mom moved to Missouri from the family farm in Kansas that we had lived at since before my birth.  It was not an easy move.  The roots were deep, and I did not savor the thought of dealing with new neighbors and new rules and a house older than I was.

I also believed that I had little choice in the matter.  The state of Kansas, specifically the Social Services department, was breathing down my neck.  They were trying to put a guardian over Mom that wasn't me.

All because I did not have everything spotless when Social Services visited some months before.

I'm an unmarried guy.  I wasn't full MGTOW yet, but heading that direction slowly.  As such, housekeeping was (and still is) not my thing.  If the house wasn't in danger of falling down, I assumed everything was fine.

We all know what happens when you assume right?

Unless everyone asks, I won't bore you with the finer details, but suffice it to say that Social Services thought I was doing a terrible job of taking care of my mother because the house wasn't exactly spotless.

Excuse me for not caring.  I operate under the doctrine 'my home is my castle and is my business, not yours.'

Democrats do not agree to this notion.

Please understand that at the time, Democrats and Republicans in Kansas were really not that far apart in views.  As a matter of fact, I was registered to vote as a Democrat when I lived in Kansas.  Just like my parents and sister.

To quote Ronald Reagan or Rosanne Barr, I didn't really leave the Democratic Party, it was the Democratic Party that left me.  We were Kennedy Democrats for the most part.  I didn't discuss politics much with my family, but we believed you should work for what you want and earn what you get.

But the house was messy.  That was enough.  The government got involved, and of course anyone who has experienced such knows that the government will get its way.

So when a very close friend of the family suggested that me and Mom move to a different state, I decided it was a good time to do exactly that.  I already worked in Missouri, so buying a house near where I worked seemed like a good idea.

Several lessons were learned throughout this ordeal.  Friends that will help you physically or financially matter a LOT more than those that offer sympathy.  Do what you can to help yourself, but rely on others if they will help you.  Government is not to be trusted with anything larger than a toaster.

I was never fond of government to begin with, but to see it come after me for the crime of not having a clean, tidy home in an effort to 'protect' my mother bothered me in ways that can not be easily described.

Missouri does not require you to register with any political affiliation when you register to vote.  They just ask you what ballet you want when you do go vote.  Rather nice I think.

I miss home.  But I do not miss Kansas.  More on that in the next blog.

That's my opinion anyway. I hope you enjoyed.