Door to Door Salesmen

Maybe we can all learn something...

My doorbell rang and was immediately accompanied by two short knocks. I should have ignored it; the ring and the knock are what door-to-door people are trained to do – apparently, there are a lot of people out there with non-working doorbells…

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I work from home and, quite frankly, I’ve been feeling a little overwhelmed lately. Between my mother recently passing away (and the time out of town that goes with it), my wife facing some challenges at her work, and the constant time-consuming struggle to defend our political movement’s (Primary the Ruling Class) online infrastructure from hacking attacks, censorship, and Cancel Culture cancellations, as well as the need for the constant collection, perusal, and analysis of current events…  I feel buried a mile deep in work. I feel emotionally drained. I don’t feel my best at a time when I need to be at my best.

I know this probably sounds like I’m complaining, but I really don’t think I am. I’m trying to set up the situation so I can share a story with you about what happened to me today and what I learned from it. And, ok… maybe it feels good to vent a little…

So, anyway… I’m sitting at my desk trying to figure out if the software I’m trying to make work for PRC is bugged, isn’t designed to do what I want it to do, or if the idiot trying to operate it is just too dense to figure it out when I hear the sure-fire giveaway sound that there is someone at my front door trying to sell me something, ask my opinion on something, ask to come in so I can be enlightened on the real meaning of the Bible, offer me something for absolutely free, have me sign for a certified letter (never good news), or otherwise bother and distract me for a reason I have never asked for and care nothing about…

Or, it could be a poll worker and it’s kind of my job to keep up on politics (Arrrr…)…

Or, it could be a neighbor in real trouble (damn).

So, I got up and made my way to the front door. I looked out the security peephole and saw a figure respectfully standing back from the door in my brick entryway and casually leaning up against the side of the covered porch.

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I was already at the door, so I opened it. It was a young man. A kid, really. He started talking in a friendly banter when the phone I’d left on my desk started ringing. Because of that distraction (and because I’d missed part of what he was saying), I held up my hand for him to stop. I asked, “Is this a solicitation?” He hesitated and said, “Well, I work with about ten of your neighbors…” This time I interrupted him and asked, “What are you selling?” He stammered around a little and finally said, “We offer pest control.” I immediately held up my hand again and said, “I’m not interested.”

I gave a quick flicker of a smile and started to close the door but he had begun calmly talking again. I hate to close the door in someone’s face (I guess it was the way I was raised?). I don’t like to think of myself as a rude person and an irrational anger started building up inside me that this kid was forcing me to be rude. I said, “Look, I don’t need your services. Please go away.” Instead of leaving, he got this hurt look on his face and gave me sage advice, “You really should get one of those No Solicitation signs – it would help you in situations like this.”

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I didn’t raise my voice; I didn’t browbeat him or say any of the hundred things that briefly passed through my mind (and could have scorched my lips). I simply said, “All the help I need is for you to answer me honestly when I ask if this is a solicitation and then walk away when I tell you I’m not interested.” He didn’t raise his voice but still in that hurt tone (and somewhat sarcastically) he turned away and said, “I’m leaving… and thanks for being so nice.”

The encounter left me with an incredibly unsatisfied feeling. I felt kind of empty. On the one hand, absolutely nothing was accomplished. He didn’t make a sale or make me feel bad, and I don’t have the satisfaction of imparting wisdom or adding anything of value to his life. On the other hand… nothing. It was a complete waste of time.

I know we both could have devolved into a rude argument or been far more base in our interactions with each other, but is that in and of itself any accomplishment?

I have (figuratively) beat my head against the wall for 45 minutes now, trying to figure out the lesson in this. I actually had to close the stupid program I was trying to figure out and sit back and think – in the back of my head I felt like I was missing something. I am a firm believer that we can learn from everything and that life is an ongoing journey or quest for personal improvement, but I was drawing a blank on this one. What should I have done differently? How could an interaction between two people have absolutely zero value; how could it have no effect on the future whatsoever (and why was it bugging me so much)?

Then, I had an epiphany. I realized the real lesson was that there wasn’t any lesson to learn!

I know that contradicts everything I just said about life being a quest, etc., and this is probably beginning to sound like the mad ramblings of a lunatic, but bear with me…

I have dedicated this latter part of my career to something I truly believe is bigger than just myself. I believe our country, as imperfect as it is, has been the brightest spot on the entire tapestry of human existence. I believe the entire world benefits from a national sanctuary for human rights and that the achievements of those unchained individuals have lifted humanity in a way that God would smile upon. I also believe that we are under grave attack – that the very existence of our sanctuary is threatened.

I have spent more money than was fair to my family, put in more hours than is healthy, and have brainstormed to the point of obsession on how to contribute to a great awakening that will see the American people realize the threat we are under and take action before it is too late.

Even though we are making great progress; even though there are new signs every day that the general public is starting to recognize the deceptions, there are still times I just feel empty – exactly like I did when that kid walked away…

You see, the fight we’re in is not a short one. Not every person we talk to is going to get it – at least not right away. For some, it is hard to accept that our elections were stolen no matter how much evidence you show them – the horror of what that means is just too great. Not everyone is going to understand that some Republicans are the good guys while others are selling us down the river; not everyone understands the GOP needs reforming. Most people don’t understand the evils of Globalism and many won’t make an effort to figure it out – at least not right away…

But it still feels hollow to utilize all your experience, professionalism, and communications skills; to package your message with as much clarity, sincerity, and evidence as possible and then… nothing changes.

You see, the epiphany I had was not about the results of any given conversation; it had everything to do with me being true to myself. That kid was doing as he was trained, trying to make a living, trying to make a sale. At this point in time, that’s who he is. A salesman. When I talk to people about the dangers facing our country, I’m being the person I am. A patriot. If enough salesmen knock on enough doors, a lot of something is going to get sold. If enough patriots keep spreading the word, America is going to wake up.

StressFreeBill

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As always, our Friday editions include a joke and a recipe - have a great weekend!

STUPID JOKE of the WEEK

I asked my husband for the newspaper. "Don't be silly," he said. "Use my iPad."

That spider never knew what hit it.

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RECIPE: GRILLED ATLANTIC LOBSTER TAILS WITH LEMON AND DILL BUTTER

• Prep time: 10 minutes

• Cook time: 10 minutes

Serves 2

INGREDIENTS

• ATLANTIC LOBSTER TAILS (RAW), THAWED1 LB

  QTY 2

• COARSE SEA SALT AND PEPPER, TO TASTE 0.41 LB

• OLIVE OIL

• SHALLOT, CHOPPED

  QTY 1

• SALTED BUTTER, ROOM TEMPERATURE

  QTY ¼ CUP

• CHOPPED DILL

  QTY 2 TBSP

• JUICE OF ONE LEMON

  QTY 1

• LEMON ZEST AND DILL SPRIGS TO GARNISH

COOKING
INSTRUCTIONS

1. Using a sharp knife, butterfly the lobster tails. Brush with olive oil and season with salt and pepper. (Not sure how to butterfly a lobster tail? Go HERE.)

2. In a separate bowl, mix, butter with dill, shallots, and some lemon zest.

3. Heat the grill to medium-high. Place lobster flesh side down and flip after 2-3 minutes. Brush with dill butter. Cook for two to three minutes, squeeze lemon juice on top, and serve. Garnish with lemon zest and dill sprigs.

   

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