With no “real” leader, the group is basically a family-style structure in which “the best” lead.
So, the best hunter(s) (with emphasis on the “s”) are the tribe’s “leaders” where protein-based sustenance is concerned. Given their prowess at hunting and killing, they also provide security for the tribe.
Back on the home-front, the “best” at farming and agriculture provide for the “side dishes”. From hard toil, they are muscular and have learned the arts of using farm implements as weapons. They too provide security for the tribe.
Around the encampment/caves, there are those who provide structure for the social constructs.
Tribal councils exist here made up of elderly members who are no longer able to hunt or farm, but have “been there, done that”. They are considered smart cookies by all the other tribesmen.
All is happy in their happy little world, until the advent of the malcontent.
We know him today as the radical.
Has to upset the apple cart.
Can not be satisfied with the status quo, and must change everything “for the better”.
So he comes along and tries to break up the “cabal” (as he describes it) of the security forces. Claims that the hunters are destroying the environment, and the farmers are creating run-off that is killing the sea creatures.
Of course, in cave man days, they had ways of handling the malcontent.
Usually they were liberated to the jungle.
And of course if they tried to return to disrupt, they were hunted like mad dogs.
Now, eventually, they formed their own tribes.
They were not dedicated to hunting, gathering and setting up social constructs.
They were dedication to marauding, stealing and ripping and tearing at everything that is good and wonderful (for everyone else).
Radicalism, you see, always results in disruption, upheaval and degradation of a healthy, civilized nation.
From the caveman to the revolution(s) that spawned free societies like France (ahem) and America, it was not (as popularly believed) the radical that was the force for positive change, but rather some stable individuals who were against the radicalized change.
The fore-fathers of America were not radicals. They were standing for tradition.
They were ill with their British “handlers” who were not “playing nice” in business, or elsewhere.
Please take special note that the defenders of the American colonists were the British conservatives.
In America, it was the conservative (not the radical) who was for the abolition of slavery.
Radicalism has resulted in nothing but a slash and burn mentality.
It is, really, the sign of a mind that is in turmoil and then must take that internal struggle out into the world, thus tearing up the world in the process.
Now, here we are today and these agents of chaos are still hard at work. They are tearing down social structures in America like so many statues built to both remember and learn from the past.
The question I now put out is – are we learning from our present?
It is now the year 2024, and after the Democrat reign of terror, everything has changed.
Private property no longer exists. The government has mandated a “Sanctuary Nation” rule, and everyone who possesses more than 1/2 acre, and a home with more than one bedroom will now be “privileged” to house refugees from across the border. If you have a garage, your car goes in the driveway and you will house them there.
Guns have all been confiscated, but sovereign citizens have moved into Government lands and are holding them with their illegal weapons.
The wealthy have been driven into the streets and shot.
“All Power to the Soviets.”
“Tribunals” (read “councils”, or “soviets”) have been set up all over the country by a Congress that now operates in the basement of the Capitol Building.
They are the vanguard, the ruling class.
the ruling class
These “tribunals” exist in every county in the land. They are outreaches of the Federal government, and they decide who gets what, and how much.
Capitalism is dead.
With no private ownership, the state has taken everything.
They get to determine who eats what, and again, how much.
They set standards on the amount of gruel each person is allocated.
Farmers have burned their crops in protest, and there is a counter-revolution, but once contained all are shot like the Romanovs.
killed like a Romanov
Ike and Betty were farmers out in Indiana.
They’d lived simple and fulfilling lives all their lives.
Until the collectivists took over.
“They will collect your soul,” Ike was fond of saying.
Betty was not so bold.
She had seen her neighbors gathered up and shipped to an inner-city work farm where dissenters were made “social workers” – dedicated to cleaning up urban blight.
“I am more afraid than Ike. He thinks there is nothing to lose, but I have heard rumors about what happens to those who stand up to the power. To the tribunals,” she said.
“There were some folk living down the road, the De Niros. They were taken into the woods and shot like rabid dogs,” he said.
“But I don’t fear such things. Gotta make a stand.”
This is the fate of those who dissent.
There can be no dissenting opinions. Not under this rule.
Tribunals have done away with social justice. There is no justice. The under-class have perverted the justice system.
With an entitled sense, they have over-thrown what they perceive as an aristocracy.
“All power to the SovietsCouncilsTribunals!”
Now everyone is poor.
No one prospers in this bleak world.
And what is really behind it?
Well, the party members do not suffer.
The new Democrat.
Only, there is no democracy; no republic.
There is only the party.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Too far-fetched you say, this fictional scenario above?
Well, let’s take a look at the platforms of three of the major Democrat candidates in this election cycle, starting with the front-runners.
And who exactly constitutes this big “togetherness” ?
A collective, that is who.
A group that gets together and decides for the individual. In effect, killing the individual.
“Abolish the death penalty”
(unless you are a dissenter; it is open season on dissenters).
“Eliminate Private Prisons”
(along with everything that is private. read “no privacy”. wonderful, in the hands of a serial groper). we will live in our own private prison, one in which our thoughts must never manifest verbally, and we must never get in proximity of Biden and his grabby octopuses.
“End new oil and gas leases on federal land and end offshore drilling”
(and, while we are at it, end the booming economy).
“organization, organization, and organization”
She too wishes to “eliminate all private prisons”
make them all public, so the public can witness the horrors of the Gulags reserved for anyone who disagrees with her.
Banking – wants the Glass-Stegal act re-enforced
so, now the leftists will control what constitutes an “unsound loan”. guess that pretty-much precludes anyone who is not into solar power and green dumbs (err, thumbs). yeah.
Raise the Federal Minimum wage to $15.00 per hour
because it worked so well in Californication (1, 2, 3).
Eliminate the Electoral College
yeah. give those out-of-work Californicators an even more lop-sided voice in Washington. just what we need.
enough said, (already).
Ike and Betty went through a transport beam and were thrust back in time to dateline: today.
They maintained the memories of what they had witnessed in that bleak future run by DemonRATz.
Both Ike and Betty are voting for freedom.
They are voting for the rights of the individual, and for the Constitution.
Ike and Betty, former Democrats are voting for the party of the Conservative.
Ike and Betty are voting for GOP candidates (why wouldn’t anyone else, knowing what they know?).
Some have made that justification for existence itself (“I think, therefore I am”).
But simple existence is not always enough. Neither can one conclude that because one “thinks”, one actually “exists”.
Benjamin Franklin said it best:
Many people die at twenty five and aren’t buried until they are seventy five.
and it is true.
When a philosophy becomes the rule of your home, and your home becomes vulnerable to storm – is it philosophy or principle that will keep the walls standing?
What are the principles of matter?
I can have the philosophy that pound-for-pound wood is stronger than steel (and it is), but without the principles of just how to put the sticks together, a house will be torn asunder at the first sign of wind.
A philosophy might say “the pen is mightier than the sword” – but a pen in the hand of fools only dribbles ink.
There has to be a structure, and structure is not based on how you feel about the way something “looks” (or is perceived).
We have been serving that liberal master for far too long (one that worries more about appearance than the backbone that holds the visage together).
So why is right “right” and left all bloody wrong?
late 14c., conservatyf, “tending to preserve or protect, preservative, having the power to keep whole or safe,” from Middle French conservatif, from Medieval Latin conservativus, from Latin conservatus, past participle of conservare “to keep, preserve, keep intact, guard,” from assimilated form of com-, here probably an intensive prefix (see com-), + servare “keep watch, maintain” (from PIE root *ser- (1) “to protect”).
Conservatism is a preference for the historically inherited rather than the abstract and ideal.
So there you have it.
We Conservatives wish to preserve and protect, and to keep whole and safe and that to the historically inherited (tried and proven true) versus something “pie in the sky”, abstract, ideal.
So let’s think about that a minute.
What is ideal?
You know, the Conservative in one part of the world, say Australia, will wish to preserve cultural norms, such as now calling (as before) Ayer’s Rock, the Aborigine (original) word “Uluru” (I personally think that “culturally”, both cultures can be preserved – it will always be Ayer’s Rock in my conscious mind, but it will also be Uluru when I think in terms of the Abo).
But let’s consider what is “conserved” in say, the Yucatan Peninsula.
The Mayan language is still in much use there, but do they practice human sacrifice?
Of course not.
But here is the thing. Would the liberal?
In America, cultures often converge, rather than diverge.
We meld in — the best of all worlds.
And apparently in the world, at-large, we are not alone.
The Mayans, you see, realized at some point that nothing could profit from human sacrifice.
Of course, the modern liberal advocates the downfall of mankind in favor of their “good earth”. Right.
Burning man is a metaphor for burning mankind.
It is a desire for self-immolation due to some deep-seeded desire for self-harm (and thus, the harm of all of society).
Polling data has consistently shown that a larger percentage of Americans identify as conservative, rather than as liberal, by a margin of 35% to 26% as of 2017; while the gap between self-identified conservatives and self-identified liberals has been narrowing in recent years, liberals and “progressives” oftentimes falsely claim that liberals outnumber conservatives. Liberals are especially active at secular universities, however.
So, on the one hand, we have a set of principles that value traditions. Value cultures, and value the positives that enhance human life on the planet (and thus, through that enhancement, enhance the planet itself).
Then there is the “other” hand (the crummy one that is dealt at the table). The one that is “knee-jerk” and prone to grand conspiracy theories (like the one that states that the root of all the world’s ills is Christianity).
You know, a wise friend of mine once noted that we are one of two things; men who are slaves to the rules, or men who make rules their guide for success.
Do our rules serve us, or do you serve our Nation’s rules?
It is a perception, and with attitude it can change.
Who can possibly argue that the above are NOT a pathway to success. Success for every American.
Why would anybody oppose that?
Here’s more from the preamble…seriously – can you look yourself in the mirror and honestly be against this?
With this platform, we the Republican Party reaffirm the principles that unite us in a common purpose.
We believe in American exceptionalism.
We believe the United States of America is unlike any other nation on earth.
We believe America is exceptional because of our historic role — first as refuge, then as defender, and now as exemplar of liberty for the world to see.
We affirm — as did the Declaration of Independence: that all are created equal, endowed by their Creator with inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
We believe in the Constitution as our founding document.
We believe the Constitution was written not as a flexible document, but as our enduring covenant.
We believe our constitutional system — limited government, separation of powers, federalism, and the rights of the people — must be preserved uncompromised for future generations.
We believe political freedom and economic freedom are indivisible.
When political freedom and economic freedom are separated — both are in peril; when united, they are invincible.
We believe that people are the ultimate resource — and that the people, not the government, are the best stewards of our country’s God-given natural resources.
As Americans and as Republicans we wish for peace — so we insist on strength. We will make America safe. We seek friendship with all peoples and all nations, but we recognize and are prepared to deal with evil in the world.
So what is Conservativism (Conservatism)?
Well, I can sure tell you what it is not.
It is not liberal.
mid-14c., “generous,” also “nobly born, noble, free;” from late 14c. as “selfless, magnanimous, admirable;” from early 15c. in a bad sense, “extravagant, unrestrained,” from Old French liberal “befitting free people; noble, generous; willing, zealous” (12c.), and directly from Latin liberalis “noble, gracious, munificent, generous,” literally “of freedom, pertaining to or befitting a free person,” from liber “free, unrestricted, unimpeded; unbridled, unchecked, licentious.”
“…the unbridled, unchecked, licentious”.
Many things have both positive and negative connotations.
To be noble and generous is something that fits both the liberal and the conservative alike.
But rarely (if ever) will you hear the Conservative described as “…unrestricted, unimpeded; unbridled, unchecked, licentious”.
By its very definition, the conservative is bridled. We recognize that a Nation as large as ours does not spin, nor stop on a dime.
We are not opposed to slow change, we are opposed to sudden change, and change for change’s sake.
We want stability. We want prosperity.
And throughout our history in America, we are the proven path for both.
So why does this Nation continue to bank on the failures of the left, rather than the success of the right?
I think humans have an inane fear of success.
What will I do with my extra money?
Now I have no trouble answering that. And for the life of me, I cannot see why others do.
But they do.
They fall for the slick patter of the con artist. Of the carpet-bagger. Of the snake oil salesman.
It is a pity.
You can show people the light, but you can not make them go to the city on the hill.
But in time, when they see others getting fat, they will want a part of it.
Well, certainly the DemonRATz have woven a conspiracy of late. Not the first time either. Intellectual investigation aside (I do believe they are at the very least, high functioning – but the decisions they have made???) – what are they really up to? Do they know? Does anyone? It looks like a bunch of 1950’s radio listeners jumping off cliffs after the “War of the Worlds” broadcast.
Think you might want to look for the little green men first, BEFORE leaping to your communal demise?
Remember the Steele Dossier? Nine-Eleven? The Alamo (that masonic lodge still has lingering effects today)?
No short-term memory? Too many drugs? Yeah.
Well, let this old eagle jolt ya.
You’ve been in slumber too long, and you cannot pretend that what the DemonRATz are doing is above board. It is anything but.
Never in the history of man have so many whiney-butts assembled in a group to complain about sour grapes.
Eat them, for god sakes. They are good for you. If you can’t eat them, turn them into wine (not WHINE).
Give me a stinking break.
What a bunch of losers.
They are willing to put the health of the entire nation at risk because, what? They did not get their way?
You know the only thing worse than a sore stinking loser is a sore stinking loser who also happens to be a bully who believes they are somehow right and righteous in their endeavor.
What we have here are a bunch of people who believe their authority comes down from on high.
Am I worried about our President? No. Emphatically, no.
He will come out smelling like a rose.
What I am worried about is the health of our nation with numb-skulls like team Pelosi at the helm.
These people are out of control. Like a train wreck, or an oil tanker piloted by a drunken DemonRat.
That is what we have here.
Our Nation is being steered by idiots with the emotional IQ of Bevis and Butthead.
Bart Simpson (little pedophile puke) to the rescue.
When is the Democrat party going to grow up?
Too much cocaine? Crack? Or just too full of selfies?
Whatever the problem, these bullies need to have their faces rearranged.
And I believe, and truly believe, the American public has had enough of their bovine scatology.
It is time to begin socking them right in their self-righteous noses.
What is it? How was it “used” in the past, and how-now, brown cow?
What is Mythology?
Mythology is an ante-religion that filled in “gaps” for people. People confused with their existence. People requiring “enlightenment”, so that they could be “posh” and in-the-know.
Who was the first god?
Enki and Ninmah were Sumerian gods; but they were preceded by the one who is rarely mentioned – Nammu (Namma) who gave birth to all the superior gods (the mother of all gods). By rights, the terrific “she” was the first in history (or so we “think”).
How was it used?
To control the masses, of course. Just like that commie bastard one of them thar popes supports / supported.
Why support a dictator?
By submitting to a dictator who sells the “fact” that he is divinely appointed by the super-god, the people can rest assured that all is right in the world and their difficult efforts are not in vain.
But what of the One, True God?
Well, that is an interesting one. For this One, He does not ask you to lick His boots. In fact, He does all the distasteful stuff Himself. He does not expect much from you. He only asks that you love Him with all your heart, all your mind and all your soul (oh, and that you love your neighbor as yourself).
He even sent His son to die for us so that we might have eternal life.
Other gods just use people. Like DemonRatz.
So why are people forever discounting gods?
Because they are narcissists who think themselves superior to gods, and that they have outlived their usefulness.
But the God I serve, and the One who provides “over-watch” over this soaring eagle is one that I did not contrive, but rather submitted to. I am made whole in the idea that I am of HIS creation, and not one contrived of my own.
I am afraid I am just not up for that task.
HE created ME (not visa-versa), and I am humbled (just not enough to put down my poison pen).
He is not some stinking rank knock-off A.I. created by me (or others) to serve me, and others who think like me.
The Great, Collective “i am” (ain’t nuttin’ in my book).
Responsibilities have dwindled, and now it is time to get back in the game.
The New Precipice has a new vantage. A new precedence, if you will.
The chasms are still as deep as ever, the peaks – multitudinous.
We will try and soar above them…remaining aloof, in the clouds, and over-watching the nastiness below.
We will try and not over-lord (try, try, and try again).
We make no guarantees.
What we will do, is keep an eye from above.
Like an eagle over rats.
Ever-watchful. Ever-mindful. Ever-vigilant.
So come along for the ride. It’s a vomit comet, and we promise a thrill-a-minute.
Strap on to the eagle’s back. We are hunting for egoists. Peering down on the narcissistic.
Rising above even the thermals to ensure we are not ensnared by the craggy cliffs.
And, as always, it is pure opinion from above.
Remember! If you are offended, you are exactly in the cross hair of the eagle’s eye.
We are looking at you, and you might just want to re-think your sensitivities.
In no uncertain terms, these stories may make some squirm.
If you disagree, we welcome your comments (we may or may not respond).
But we will consider your vantage on the edge of the precipice on which you are interminably perched. Left, Middle or Right – we won’t hold back (well, we may be a wee bit blind in one eye – we are most-certain you can guess which).
Enjoy the commentary that is soon forthcoming.
We welcome the new, and look forward to re-establishing with readers from old.
Consider that we live in a time when words no longer have any real meaning anyway.
Does this impart meaning (mis-matched meaning)?
We have Mothers who will advocate killing their offspring (so much for loving arms).
Fathers who will pay for football, even when it advocates the over-throw of their Nation.
A political party that would un-do what 253 years of America has done – with pen strokes that legislative body will never read.
There is a re-telling of history that takes place – every day, and a dilution of our very souls.
Words such as gender, patriotism, or murder are being re-defined.
And by whom?
So, is it really all about what truly imparts meaning anyway ? Or is it about advancing an agenda and holding on to a perceived power base.
And who is this base? Illegal immigrants? Vegans? Feminists?
Who are the gullible, and the lazy ? Those who will believe all that is written? All that is on the net?
The government will take care of your every need. To each in accord with neediness; from each in accord with their lack of ability.
All the P.U. that is fit to broadcast in this net of deceit.
All the stench, fit to print.
And so borrowing from my friends in journalism, I will now write a couple of “composites” of just who I think is the average constituent who would vote for this alarming nonsense that emanates from a single side of the aisle – who they really are.
He-she’s name is derived from the Sagitarrian. The half-ling who is both man and beast. In Archyr’s case, both man and female beast. Well, in his mind’s eye any way.
Archyr wears a man-bun. Not on his ass either. He is “in touch” with his feminine side. He oozes casual ambiguity.
He is a member of the Movember movement, a November “creation” that celebrates all things man-“ly”, especially facial hair. He keeps a nicely quaffed beard. It looks like a Georgia O’Keeffe painting. On Sundays, he forgoes church for a nice game of Othello down at the city park.
He and his “mates” (also gender-nonspecific) have a central tendency to discuss the finishing flavors that pass for “beeyah”. They indulge in large part on the “floral” flavorings.
His dad was a steel worker. An out-of-work steel worker, from … Ohio.
He was raised in a one-parent home. His Mother, a drunk. A wino, to be specific. She worked as a teller at the local bank.
He was told from the time he was two that he could be “anything he wanted to be”.
Trouble is, he still has not figured out what that is.
He lives in a hostel. One of his “mates” (we think a girl) has a decent job, and the two combine their incomes to maintain and run the “hostel”. People come and go constantly and give what they are able for their living quarters.
Somehow they “eek” an existence.
She-he is a girl. Very shapely, and quite beautiful (even when “masked” in grunge).
Her eyes are striking, her feminine figure cannot be contained even when covered by a rain barrel.
The girls and boys both are enamored by her striking beauty. No one really knows her sexuality, if she has any at all. She got her heart broken at twelve when she found out George Michael would not be interested in her.
She dresses in flannel.
Jeans, and flannel.
She runs a bakery that specializes in homo-erotic “pies”. They have unusual flavorings, like a beer named after Georgia O’Keeffe. Only, in a “pie”.
Her favorite odor is “pumkin”.
Her “artistry” is gender-nonspecific, so the “pies” take on the shape of the reproductive apparatii of a specific variety of palm tree that grows in the Galapagos.
She does not like to “offend”. She is “trendy”.
She listens to country music. Grunge country. It is a “niche”.
The songs she relates to as they talk of beer, and angst. The kind brought on by too much beer.
And too little “angst” (well, a contrived angst, perhaps).
She has posters of Simone de Beauvoir and Ziggy Stardust hanging in her shoppe.
She is both mis-fit and malapropism. Yet somehow, she perseveres.
It has been said that Julius Caesar had a disease, was dying, and he KNEW it !
Of course, this would make his death a sort of suicide-by-cop.
I will be excoriated for this one, but I see a parallel in the attempts to minimize the death of Christ (it “had” to happen, and Brutus/Judas was a “necessary” pawn to complete a master plan).
If you (and I implore you to do so) dig in and search for all the myriad articles on J.C. (Caesar, although there are myriad on Christ as well, which I implore you also to do) – you will find a number of conspiracy theories.
But the one tie that will bind all the search results is – what happens AFTER J.C. was killed (chaos – Christ and Caesar).
The world devolved into a fallen state of depravity and unparalleled brutality.
At least Caesar was simply stabbed (his was over quick, compared to the suffering of Jesus).
And today, Jesus still suffers.
Why? His children have learned nothing.
Consider for a moment (yet again) Pilate (one of Julius’ “progeny”).
“What is this thing called the Truth?”.
Well, it is where journalists get it all wrong, don’t you think?
They don’t comprehend the truth. Part of it is, they follow the wrong Master.
But, that is a story for another day.
We are talking Caesar here (and DemonRatz – or did not get that?).
There is a danger in the aftermath of assassination, and Assassination is a dirty, dirty game.
Lot’s of “innocent” people get hurt.
But it is the nature of politics.
Searing hot, fingers get burned.
Especially when they travel down the path of impugning the reputation of another.
Glass houses, anyone?
I honestly think this whole, new phenomenon witnessed in the demise of the DNC is part and parcel of rampant drug use.
Their brains are fried.
Like breakfast bologna.
Well, so…where is the hope? The change?
I think I sense a rising ground swell in the Libertarian Party.
The guys just need to come up with a good logo or mascot. Get the guys who designed Pink Floyd’s pyramid-rainbow, for example.
They need a great band to represent them too. Why not Floyd?
Let’s think about one thing here though.
Unlike Caesar, DemonRatz are not really dead.
They just smell that way.
While on the ropes (thank you Obama), they have not been delivered the death blow (nor will they).
However, a rising Libertarian Party might prove as useful as the Bull Moose.
They would serve as a plausible counter-weight to the Leviathon that is the GOP (IF Congress gets its act together – those eleven retard repubs need to go – stinking up the place worse than the DemonRatz).
So, in closing. Do your homework. Killing Caesar was a bad, bad thing.
Trying to assassinate a President’s character…also – bad, bad, bad (tsk, tsk).
Falling on one’s own sword is a good thing (especially when, like Judas Iscariot or Marcus Brutus (yes, he committed suicide as well), you got it coming).
However, in politics, there really are no death blows.
Only a staggering death of thousand wounds (and the unfortunate part is – not the players who bleed, but rather, the Nation).
Let’s hope that some leaders rise from this blood letting.
My money is on Trump. He seems to be sealing leaks, and bandaging a lot of old wounds.
In Armour Square and Austin on the West Side of Chicago do you see the raging effects of skid row diplomacy on a grand scale.
And all-the-while the Democrats point fingers and blame capitalism and the Republican party.
It is a mentality they have created, and one of “this is caused by someone else, and somebody HAS to help me”.
Well, yes. But only up to a point.
I’ve talked to people on skid row who say don’t help this one, or that one as they are perpetually in this system with no intentions of getting out.
And this sub-culture of a sub-culture is right.
The tiny minority who will escape this will do so by “seeing the light”.
By realizing their “victimization” is being driven by a political culture that needs them there.
Without the dis-possesed, the liberal can not live.
The are like the blood-sucking vampire who feeds only in the shadows, the crevices where the successful fear to tread.
So it is a cult that is driven by a reliance on escapism.
A euphemism for a nation-at-large that thrives on the such.
From Hollywood to HBO, video games to sexting and vexting on hand-held devices, it is a Nation of dependency.
Yet these pockets of those dropping off the grid is growing.
People are returning to old ways. They are dropping the internet and turning back to their churches for hope.
And who can blame them?
Where is the hope on skid row? You damn sure will not find it in the policy of the liberal.
Since FDR they have promised an end to poverty, and yet they have made nary a dent.
They are hollow men, with hollow words, and they have no real intention of helping the situation.
Like the junkie on the street needs his drug, the liberal politician needs the junkie for his policies of government reliance.
They mandate such idiocy as solar panels on every house and factory in California, yet they scream to the rest of the nation to bail them out when their policies fail.
The junkie on the street steals to support his habit; the liberal steals from everyone else through a constant requirement for bail out.
The parallels are stark, but very real.
So what is the answer?
There is no easy one for the poverty, but my home state of Tennessee ranks among the nation’s top financial performers.
We are extremely conservative.
Our poor and down trodden, we go to the streets for.
We minister to them through our churches.
We feed them.
Clothe them. Even house them.
The homeless actually travel from other states to come here to our system.
It is not a system based on a state that forces compliance, but rather, a state that encourages us all to look at the problem as though it is one that affects us all.
We all live in this, and we all deal with this.
Are we likely to make it go away? Very doubtful.
Those who relegate themselves to the pyres of destitution will find an almost insurmountable set of obstacles that might lead to their escape.
But through the kindness of a prosperous state, they stand a chance. And there are those willing to help them escape that bleak strata that is the dirt of the street.
And some will escape.
Some will climb out.
Horatio Alger is alive and well.
Lil’ Orphan Annie, and the dreams this tale elicit – alive and well.
Hope is eternal and charity – real charity – is a possibility; but not a likelihood in a state that perpetually feeds this dragon of dependency and doom.
It is time to get tough. Feed them, but make damned certain they understand that we will not tolerate their cycle of dependency – be it for the junkie on the street, or the Nation-State like California constantly getting itself in trouble and then seeking a handout from the rest of us.