Nov 20 2007
Roadsassy Redux
I have been circling this first post for a very long time. This blog, RoadSassy, is actually almost six years old and was known primarily as SpicedSass, though the domain name has always been RoadSassy. It began as a type of tribute to the American road, a nostalgic foray into the romance of the American highway and the freedom that “the road” represents. It was a way for me to begin writing again after years of having been unable to do so.
When the topic of Islam and the treacherous and treasonous behavior of the left started consuming my attention, I created SpicedSass, trying to save RoadSassy from the vitriolic words that strutted about on Spiced. But alas, my anger consumed me, still does, and I found it painful to write about Route 66 and other Americana while knowing the many forces determined to besmirch and destroy the America I love. I abandoned RoadSassy for my political rants in Spiced, writing for several years, until the burden of doing so became more than I could handle.
I quit writing over a year ago and my faithful Canadian blogging partner, Ligneus, kept SpicedSass alive. Finally, problems with the blog itself made it impossible to maintain.
I have no idea how RoadSassy will now evolve. But Ligneus and I are preparing to get back in the saddle and head out back into “the blogosphere”, trailing our words behind us.
We have changed hosts and are in the process of yanking several years worth of archives out of the jaws of the old b2evolution blogger platform into a new WordPress platform. When I say we, I actually mean our magical web dude,”Ron”, who has undertaken the task. Without Ron, RoadSassy wouldn’t having any rubber with which to “hit the road”.
But I find it sad that so much of what is written in those archives pertains to what is ongoing. By that I mean, when I wrote some of those pieces, I truly didn’t imagine the schism in this country being so deep, did not see the speed with which political islam would gain ascendancy. Though I early on recognized the cozy fit between islam and the left, I could never have foreseen the suicidal support of the left for their own eventual elimination.
So I find myself wanting to review those initial posts; to review my awakening to my love for this country, my initial introduction to the world of race card politics, introduced to me locally by the 2001 Cincinnati riots. And then there was 911. I want to re-visit my emerging realization of the value of our Judeo-Christian roots, and my growing horror of what Islam represents.
I guess I want to trace my original thoughts as an amazed, stunned, angry, frustrated American because, quite frankly, I need to find the heart of my writing again. If there is one. I have to find where RoadSassy started, so I can resume my journey. My anger put me off track. My capacity for hatred of the enemy unnerved me - still does.
Mind you, not that I am bothered by hatred. Call me a hater all you damn well please. I hate censorship, political correctness, and liberal thought police. I hate socialism and the Orwellian social engineering propagated throughout the media and academia. And I loathe Islam, sharia law and tribalism. I find that hatred is an appropriate response to an enemy. It just isn’t the most productive.
The essence of writing issues from a type of inner reservoir that, no matter how masterfully crafted, prose cannot adequately mask. My reservoir has been a pool of bitterness, fear and anger, and thus, such has been the character and cadence of my words. If roadsassy is to have any value, it has to actually move the journey that I initially started, forward. I have to reach the other side of that anger. My writing has to come through the fire purged, or simply be consumed by it.
If my anger does not forge my words into instruments that at least serve to elucidate, there is no point, at least, not for me. Because there has to be “the other side” of the impotency and pain of watching your nation betrayed and your children and grandchildrens’ future sacrificed. I must find a way to use this blog to create something useful, something for my children to read and, perhaps, be guided by.
Because the coming battle is, god help them, theirs. This is what my lamentable generation has bequeathed them…………. One voice at Roadsassy is simply that of one American, finding her way , seeking to be a warrior and knowing she is ill equipped to be other than what she is.. a woman, mother, and grandmother, cursing at the darkness while trying to chart a course through it.
Now, when Ligneus starts posting, you’ll hear a saner, far more refined voice. Ever the optimist to my doom saying, he brings to this site great insight and a unique, thoughtful perspective. And I know he also fears for his children and grandchildren. In that, I think, both of us find our reason to continue this blogging nonsense. For now, words are the only weapons readily at hand. And if we do not guard the right to wield this weapon well, this freedom shall be forfeit also.
So here it is , a ‘first post’, no matter how inept. We’ll see what evolves from here. And excuse our dust. Archives will slowly be replenished, links checked and pictures restored. I keep messing around with the template, and it is likely to change up a bit. We appreciate your patience.
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