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Finally, … it’s out in the open.  Most knew it … but now the Democrats and the Globalists are openly saying it.  And “open” is the operative word.  Yes, they are screaming for open borders.

And, I’m surprised how many Americans are actually falling in line.

Maybe they don’t realize that if we have no borders, we have no republic … no America.  Maybe they … think … they don’t care.  So, let me try to explain it this way.

Think of open borders as a teenage party gone terribly wrong.  You are the teenager.

Your parents have gone away for the weekend.  You decide to invite a couple of friends over, texting them to bring the booze as you are supplying the place.  Your friends are all in and decide they want some of their friends to come.  You think, no harm … the more … the merrier.  Then somebody posts the party and address in social media, without you knowing.

The first hour or two is fun, and in fact … you are meeting some cool, new people.  Then you notice that it’s not just one or two people coming into your home who you do not know … but small groups of people.  The music is getting louder and louder … everyone is freely enjoying the beer and liquor that, seems to be abundant, although no one is of legal age to purchase.  And, you notice that familiar aroma of pot filtering through the home.  You start to feel a small … tiny sense of foreboding … but, what the heck … it’s just a party … and, everyone seems, nice enough.  That is … until they not.

You set boundaries … no one upstairs … no one in the bedrooms … use the guest bathroom and stay on the main floor.  You even add a “please” just so the party goers aren’t offended by your requests.

But now, you see people upstairs, going into the bedrooms, shutting doors.  People are rooming around freely, ignoring your wishes completely.

You stopped drinking an hour or so ago … you are beginning to get very uncomfortable.  Then … you see some idiot dancing on the sofa, spilling beer all over the beige fabric, and others, cheering her on.  You hear the sound of glass being broken, but you’re not sure in which direction.

People are still coming in through the front door.  It’s time to stop the madness.

You turn off the music … flip the lights a few times and yell … “everybody, time to leave.”  No one leaves, instead, they laugh at you … tell you that they aren’t going anywhere … and … you can’t make them.

A couple of your friends see what is going on and come to help you … telling people they have to leave.  That’s when the scuffle starts.  First, it is loud words, then pushing, and, finally… blows are landed.  There are shots … you see a friend wince in pain … and, only then … do people start running out the door.  You hear the sirens approaching … cell phones are ringing … and … you … are standing there … looking around at the devastation the “welcomed guests” left behind.

What was a pristine, warm home … just a few hours ago … is now cluttered with beer bottles, empty liquor bottles, cigarette burns … broken lamps, and drug paraphernalia.  Your friend is lying on the floor, covered in blood … and, your parents … the ones who gave you their trust to abide by their rules in their absence … are on the way home.

The likelihood of finding the “guests” who were unruly, disrespectful … and … created the damage … have simply vanished.  They are not going to held legally and financially responsible for the devastation to the home … or the physically assault on a friend.

You are just standing there … looking around … wondering how it could have gotten so out-of-control.

And … we are back!

I know there are some who will say I’m accusing all illegals who come here as vandals, drug addicts and criminals.  If so … you are still missing my point.

My point is that “open house-parties” don’t usually work out so well … any more than “open borders.”  Common sense tells you that if you invite someone who you know nothing about into your home, there is always a … possibility … of danger.

At the same time … if you bring someone into your house you know … or have fully vetted … and suit whatever your purpose for that meeting is … chances are it benefits you and your guest.

I know of no one … and, that includes me … who doesn’t welcome legal immigration in this country.  I believe America does love it’s legal … vetted … immigrants who have waited in line, gone through the process, and, come here with love in their hearts and the goal of assimilation.

It is the issue of illegal aliens who disregard our process and our laws that must be resolved.  Clearly … with the murders of Kate Steinle, Mollie Tibbetts … and the increase of “Angel Moms” in America … we are actually becoming the host of a party that is going terribly wrong.


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Debbie Barth: 8/24/2018 at 2:22 pm ET

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Unfriended in Facebook: Who Gets Custody of All The Other Friends?

This Is Really Debbie BarthFacebook has become an actual way of life for many people. They come here to play games, to promote their businesses and services, to make new friends and to express opinions they otherwise would keep to themselves.

Because of the time spent in Facebook … many people actual find themselves extremely attached to other… “ Facebookers”. Some remain friends for several years and trust their Facebook friends with secrets that they would never tell their local friends or family. People have met, fallen in love, and married because of Facebook.

But, what happens when the friendships hit the skids? Or, the wonderful, sexy, hot, torrid Facebook affairs … fall apart? Blocking the other person is usually the best advice. But, while the person blocked cannot see the “blocker”, that also means that the “blocker” cannot see the horrible, nasty lies … or truths … that the other person is telling their mutual Facebook friends.

Therein, lies the problem. What do the two quarrelling Facebookers do with their mutual friends? First … should one send out a formal announcement of the end of the relationship and ask that everyone respect their privacy and the time needed to grieve?

One solution could be to divide the friends up. But then … who … gets who? Perhaps another solution would be to have “joint custody” of all the friends. They could rotate weekends and holidays. And there are always the Facebookers, that will, after a “break-up” … start “kissing up” to certain mutual Facebook friends, that they had spent very little time with before … in order to make that “other people like me, so there!” statement. In North Carolina, there is still an “Alienation of Affection” law on the books. Could the other Facebooker … seeing the shift of loyalty happening …. sue the “unfriender”, using this claim?

With more questions than answers … it is clear that the Facebook Community is now in need of Facebook Lawyers, specializing in Facebook Civil Law matters. I can see the Facebook Civil Matters page, listing “Lawyers in your local internet area”, now, with the slogan, “Helping YOU to keep YOUR friends.”


The Clothes Were Flying and The Wine Was Flowing

I went to a party last night. All the ladies were taking off their clothes and the wine was flowing. Now that I have your attention … relax … it was a CABI party and all about an exclusive line … Continue reading


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This year, we celebrated our first Halloween in our new neighborhood. We had heard talk, for months, that Halloween night in Twelve Oaks was an event not to be missed. And, indeed, we found this to be quite true. To be perfectly honest, Halloween has always been my least favorite event of the year, and I would just …. go through … the motions of buying the candy, waiting for the doorbell to ring, and being relieved when I felt the appropriate time had come to turn off the porch light. It was one night that I paid very special attention to my little family members (some refer to as pets) when they went out to … well … survey the land. I mostly thought of all the bad things that I’ve heard that people do during the evening, the animals that are harmed … and how many just seem to use this night as an excuse to put their morbid imagination to use and to bring out the worst in themselves as people.

The “Spirit” of Twelve Oaks has redeemed me.

To say that Twelve Oaks celebrates Halloween is an understatement. Many of the homes were elaborately decorated. Neighbors brought out tables and chairs and sat by the road, eagerly anticipating the little ghosts and goblins and the excited screams of “trick or treat.” And, in between … candy dispensing … the adults would walk up and down the street and talk with the other neighbors. “Happy Halloween” could be heard all during the evening.

Cars were lined up and down the street, and all were driving extremely slow and were so cautious. Children were running up and down the said streets, all acting “in character” of their costume. And, to my amazement, a tractor, pulling a cart (4 or 5 rows deep with children), pulled onto our street and stopped. Paul and I just looked wide-eyed at each other, and I jumped up and went in to open some more bags of candy. We also had a truck drive by that was so decorated, it looked more like a Halloween parade float. I am hoping that I wasn’t the only person standing by the side of the road, clapping and screaming with glee …. surely not.

And then there was the Halloween …. “Hollywood style” … production, just three houses down from us. They had a cemetery in the front yard, with blinking blue lights … strobe lights in one of the top front windows, a creepy looking “form” looking out another window, the fog, strobe lights outside, a mummy, and a few Zombies whose sole job it was to “greet” the visitors. There were visions of Ghosts floating in thin air, witches …. and, it just goes on and on! And … they even had a live band at the side of the house (the band was incredibly good). One of the neighbors even volunteered to cook and pass out hot dogs. This was not like anything Paul nor I had seen before. In fact, I found out the next day that one of the assisted living communities had actually bussed in their group, just to see this extravaganza.

My point, aside from the sheer fun of sharing this with my readers, is that there really are spirits that come out on Halloween. In this case, it was the spirit of the people of Twelve Oaks who are dedicated to make sure that the children in this area, young and old, get to experience the harmless fun …. and true magic of a community Halloween. And yes, they did prove, last Halloween night … that even cemeteries can be fun.


Fear Of Our Father: A True Story Of Abuse, Murder And Family Ties

FEAR OF OUR FATHER LISA BONNICE STACEY M KANANEN 406 X 531I always strive to make each show I do a little different from the last show I’ve done … and from … the next show that I will be doing. I believe the show; on Saturday … July 27, 2013 … exemplifies that on so many different levels.

I am sure that this particular show did make most of my listeners somewhat uncomfortable …. and, may even have made some of my listeners … squirm. The topic was not a new topic per se …. and, it is one that many are, in fact … talking about. But on that day … I do hope that I did turn up the volume a couple of notches. That … with the help of my two wonderful guests callers … Lisa Bonnice and Stacy M. Kananen , co-authors of the book …FEAR OF OUR FATHER.

Below is an excerpt from my opening monologue:

“Today we are talking about sexual abuse and we are talking about physical abuse. Oh, I know … already … someone one is saying … wait a minute … what about mental abuse. My response to that is simply … how can one be sexually and/or physically abused without it abusing one mentally?

I know that there are statistics out there claiming that child molestation, sexual abuse and physical abuse is rampant and it is on the rise. However, statics are simply information that has been compiled based on available data. This is a problem that I believe is much worse than any available statistics. Child molestation, sexual abuse … and physical abuse is a crime. It is a crime of stigma …of shame … and … for the most part … it is an invisible crime. No … not for the abuser, but for the abused! This has got to stop!

I say to the ABUSER … if you have any remorse in what you have done or in what you are doing ….tell someone and get help … before you do any more harm. I say to the ABUSER who has no remorse or feels no regret, may you burn in hell. You are, in fact a murderer and a robber … you steal and you kill the very soul of a child.

I say to the Parents, brothers, sisters, Aunts, Uncles, cousins, neighbors, friends … who automatically reject the claims of abuse by someone … or simply look the other way out of fear of retaliation … or they don’t want to feel uncomfortable at “family gatherings” …. shame on you. YOU might be the very person to help save and change someone’s life. Please … at least consider what I am trying to say.

I say to the ABUSED … you are NOT alone. If you only knew how many others were going through what you are going through, then perhaps it would help to empower you to be the one … who is speaking out … rather than the one …. waiting for someone else to speak out.”     Debbie Barth July 27, 2013

This show has been archived and the link to the show is:

The name of the book that we discussed that morning is Fear of Our Father …. co-authored by Lisa Bonnice and Stacey M. Kananen. Stacey’s story is one of physical, sexual … and mental abuse … so horrific, it not only decimates an entire family, and encourages family betrayal … it ends in the brutal murder of two people. Actually for Stacey, the murder of her parents wasn’t really the end …but … the beginning of a new kind of terror.

This true story demonstrates abuse at its very worst and the horrific consequences and events derived from that abuse. However, child molestation and physical abuse are devastating for the abused/victim on any level. It not only tears entire families apart … it destroys one’s soul.

It is time for us all, as a society … to bring the abusers out of their dark holes of invisibility and comfort and expose to the world what they really are. It is time for us all … as a society … to rally around the abused … the true victims … and let them know they are loved, their abuse validated, and that there are many who will listen … and, who will fight for them to get them out of those situations. If we seriously want to make changes in this great country, for the better … this is a great place to start.

The link to the archived show …. “FEAR OF OUR FATHER: True Story of Abuse, Murder, & Family ….

The 4th is MORE

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Tomorrow is the 4th of July. But it is more than that. It is America’s Birthday. It is Independence Day. Tomorrow is a day of hotdogs, hamburgers, cookouts, and fireworks displays. But it is more than that. It is a day of reflection. A day to celebrate the greatness of our country that still prevails. It is a day to give gratitude to the brave men and women (past, present, and future) who have sacrificed so much in order to keep secure all the freedoms we sometimes, seemingly …. take for granted. It is a day to honor this proud land, so rich in history, and to honor all … those in the Armed Services … our First Responders … and every individual who strives to make America as strong as it is now …. and … to make it as strong as it once was. It is a time to take a moment to reflect on the 19 firefighters in Arizona who lost their lives, trying to keep others safe. A time to think how the families of these brave firefighters will spend their 4th of July, this year. A time to look around you during your celebrations with loved ones, and give gratitude for the opportunity to say “I love you” yet one more time.

I can’t tell you what and who to be, or what you should believe in, or even how proud you should be of this country called America. But can tell you that I am an American, who believes in God and is very proud of this country called America…. Debbie Barth.

We Are Not Created Equal – Celebrate it!

EggsWhile browsing through my Facebook news-feed the other day, I saw one of those cute little “feel good” posters that gave me pause for thought. It showed two broken eggs and the legend read, “Inside we are all alike.”

I am quite sure that it was created and displayed with the good intent to make us all feel good … but … I just don’t think that the sentiment was all that it was cracked up to be.

The simple fact is that no, we are not the same inside … and no … we are not created equal.

We are born with blue eyes, brown eyes, green eyes, or various shades of the aforementioned. We are born with blond hair, brown hair, black hair, red hair … or none. We are born with various shades of skin color. We are born with different degrees of intelligence and dispositions. The fortunate are born physically and mentally challenged-free … others are not. I’ve certainly watched enough CSI episodes to know that no two DNA types are the same.

And that is just the beginning. As we grow, our experiences, and our perception of our experiences, are different. We are not the same inside nor outside. We are each … and everyone … uniquely different.

We are born with God-given talents uniquely our own, which must be recognized and cultivated.

I do not subscribe to the theory that we are all the same, nor do I feel that we should strive for “sameness.” I believe that we should bask in our uniqueness. I also believe that we should search for, and recognize, what we do really well …. and strive to be the very best at it. I believe that we should understand what we don’t do very well and strive to do the very best we can. I believe that there are always winners and losers but that … no one … has to always win or always lose.

While cloning is no longer just science fiction, no individuals, nor group of individuals, should fall victim. It is not good for individuals, for teams on a playing field, or in an office … and certainly not for our great country. The uniqueness that is possessed by all of us is what makes us so great when we come together in daily life.

No, we are not created equal … and, we are not the same inside…. as used in this context of this blog …. we are unique … recognize your uniqueness … cultivate it … nurture it … and celebrate it. It truly is one of the things you possess that no one can take away from you … unless you let them.


It is a cold reality. The Super Bowl Polar Bears have been iced. One might think the Bears (no, not from Chicago) lost their commercial spot due to the struggling economy. But, according to Coca Cola (who markets the ads) … the bear commercials were just too … passive.

I would guess that there was no family dysfunction, nudity, adultery, people being taken out by assault rifles, foul language, no explicit sexual scenes, no autopsies being performed … nope … just too serene and passive for Coca Cola’s Super Bowl audiences.

So here’s the tip of the iceberg. Coca Cola is replacing the bears with cowboys, badlanders and showgirls … yep … all in one commercial. The commercial places them in the desert, were they see a giant cold frosty bottle of Coke. The battle to get to the Coke is on and the race begins. Sounds like a 15 second “take” on a Sunday night reality show … but whatever.

Coca Cola has made the polar bear demise more … bearable … by getting consumers involved. Consumers will be able to use Facebook, Twitter, and any other social media networks they can come up as a way to interact with the characters and sabotage their least favorite team. Here is a link to a site where consumers can vote on who they want to eventually win the race … . The winner will be revealed at the end of the game.

I can already see it now. Family and friends are sitting around the T.V. at the end of the game … the commercial comes on … the end is revealed … and then one can hear someone proudly say …. “I voted for that ending.” Suddenly, Super Bowl 2013 is forgotten, and everyone else in the room looks … in “shock and awe” … up with new-found respect for that person.

Coca Cola … I care barely wait.

Silence Is Golden … Just Ask Oscar

Last night was the 84th Academy Awards show. .  Billy Crystal hosted the awards, which is the best thing that has happened since the last time he hosted.  Ok, well since Bob Hope, anyway.

As usual, everyone was dressed to the “nines” and expressed gratitude, and … for some … genuine surprise at being selected as the best in their category.  I have to say, however, that I don’t think many were surprised when Michel Hazanavicius’ “The Artist” was named best picture.  “The Artist” is a look at the earliest days and beginning of Hollywood.   Jean Dujardin stars as silent film star George Valentin.   Berenice Bejo stars as the young girl who becomes a silent film sensation.   But, it is Uggie, the Jack Russell Terrier, who steals the show in his portrayal of Jack …. Valentines dog.

 I’ve yet to see the film, and it is on my to-do list.  But to me, the real message of the movie is “loud and clear.”  It is still true that … in many situations …. silence really is … golden.  Just ask Oscar.

You Can Ask Marti Rulli About The Mysterious Death Of Natalie Wood – Case Re-opened.

In November 1981, a beautiful legendary Hollywood star was lost forever. But the mystery behind Natalie Wood‘s untimely death lingers on to this day. Just when one thinks the case has been closed forever as an accidental drowning, the case has suddenly been re-opened. Marti Rulli, author of “Goodbye Natalie Goodbye Splendour” will be joining the Debbie Barth and Joyce Bagley at On The Grid Internet Talk Radio just hours before her interview segment on the television show, 48 Hours Mystery, being aired that evening. She and the boat captain, Dennis Davern, have been trying to get this case re-opened for 25 years. In 2009, Ms. Rulli and Mr. Davern co-authored the aforementioned book, hoping that it would bring new life to solving the mystery surrounding Natalie’s death. Recently, others have come forward with information so compelling, the local police department has announced the re-opening of this case.

It has brought not only new life to the case, but controversy as well, as lines are being drawn between those who believe the case should be opened and those who believe that the media is simply wanting to cash in on the 30th anniversary of Natalie Wood’s death.

But neither side can deny that there are questions that are begging for answers.  Why would Natalie try to go out alone at night on a dinghy when she had a terrible fear of the water.  Why wouldn’t Robert Wagner allow Dennis Davern to turn on the search light and immediately radio for help upon announcing that she was missing.  And who heard a women’s cry for help that night from a boat anchored in the vicinity of the Wagners’ boat?

Ms. Rulli tells her story about what really happened prior to Natalie Wood’s death, and how the truth to what really happened took on a very distorted spin, with the help of the misinformed media, bad police investigating, and Hollywood influence.

You will have your opportunity to ask your questions this Saturday morning, Nov. 26 at 10:00 am EST.   Call in to talk with Ms. Rulli at 323-792-3071, or visit the chatroom at, and ask your questions there.