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Impeachment !!!

Hallaleujah!

Can the long, national nightmare be over at last?

Free at last, free at last….good googala-moogala, ARE we free at last?

It is time.

Again, this Sunday morn., we bear witness to O’s approach to geo-politics.

He tells yet another world leader (remember Mubarak?) that it is time to “get out”.

Well, take a dose of your own meds, bub.

It is time for someone to step aside, but that someone is YOU.

I don’t know about anybody else in this fine country of ours, but I’ve been “hoping” for “change” since before you took office.

I knew what was coming.

There are many, many most-unkind words I could use right now to describe your presidency…I think I’ll just default to “Carter-esque” and let that sum it up (that is about as kind as I can be,  under the circumstances).

They (whoever “they” are) have always said that history would be kind to “W”.

I think we are witnessing what history is going to do to you, Mr. O., before it even becomes history.

None of us wish to see the world ignited.

None of us want your brand of global warming.

It is just not healthy, either for us, or for the world.

When I was in college, I helped put on a lecture series entitled “The United States Constitution: That Delicate Balance”…you, Mr. O., have managed to break the springs on the balance itself.

It may never work again.

Let us hope my fatalistic attitude is dead wrong.

Here’s to you, Mr. Gingrich (and here’s hoping you DO run for president – it is time we had someone up there with BACKBONE and with TEETH).

We did not start these damned fires of revolution that are spreading across the planet, but we BY GOD sure can tamp them out!

One-Sixteenth, of an inch

I am a proud, Freemason.

I am the Master of my Lodge, for this year, Year of Our Lord, 2010.

Each and every time I attend our stated meetings, since my induction into our humble Lodge (Prudentia, No. 719 – fifteen LONG years ago), I have pledged allegiance to our Nation (One, Under God).

And each time I recite my pledge, I take special note (and privilege) of one, one very special, sixteenth-of-an-inch.

Freemasonry (and its perfection, it is said) can only be attained through degrees.

I have always taken special note, and pride, of a singular, sixteenth-of-an-inch.

The flag to which we pledge, the stars and stripes of our humble Nation, hangs opposite the Christian flag in our Lodge. It hangs singular against a pole, and is “furled” straight to ward the ground below.

Its seven, red- and six, white- stripes, and fifty-white stars in constellation set upon a blue (not the dark of night, nor the light of day, but the dawn of day-break or the dusk, of evening-tide) background all hold special, historic and  dear significance to each of us who know its history (and more-especially, have not forgotten).

It is mounted to a pole, and hangs -regally straight- a full, one sixteenth of an inch from Mother Earth at the tip of her terminal corner.

Each and ever time I recite my pledge to my Nation (at least once per month), I take special note of that one, singular, sixteenth-of-an-inch.

I have been a Freemason for going on, some odd, fifteen years (or there-about).

I have pledged to that flag, once-per-month at each and every of our stated meetings (save for a couple of Presidential elections that have taken precedence for me over our stated, Tuesday-night meetings).

I have been regular in my attendance, and regular in my pledge to my Nation.

I have also taken regular note of that sixteenth-of-an-inch.

I would stop the world of Freemasonry were that flag ever to contact Mother Earth.

She hangs there, for some fifteen years that I have observed, and none (not one) of her fibers have ever loosened so as to allow her grace to commingle with the earthen filth.

Each time I take upon myself my pledge, I take note of that scant distance between her grace, and the filth of the ground.

I am reminded of that which separates both heaven, and earth.

It is a small chasm that separates her; but it is an eternal distance for the vigilant who in heart know of that which awaits the steadfast !

Our Nation, today, stands in that crux…that scant distance that separates grace, from ruin.

I believe, with all my heart, that with this same concept of equal regularity, that this distance does not have to “change”.

You know, change can have negative connotation (especially in context of our flag’s proximity to the ground, and the profundity this entails for a metaphor for the whole).

I believe that this is borne out in current event.

It is up to us, as stalwarts of our precepts, our guiding principles, and our mortal (and immortal) integrity, to stand guard against her grace being dragged through this pit of mire, and of mud.

It is my prayer that November will make all the difference in world, for all the World.

Grace, is a funny thing.

You will find it in the most, odd, of places.

China has shown us grace today.

They have shown us that they still have confidence in us, in spite of a lack of confidence that we have in ourselves (and most-especially, our current “leadership”).

The Union of Soviet Socialists have offered a gift of olive leaf in the form of a spy “exchange” (still not certain that the offer is full of salty savor, but it is a nice gesture, none-the-less, even when Bill Clinton’s arse hangs in that delicate balance).

From these two “world powers”, I believe there is immense significance for today’s events.

Perhaps only one-sixteenth-of-an-inch in worth, but oh what that meager distance can mean.

The world wishes to survive this massive and horrendous financial failure that has taken place due to what I believe is a lack of diligence in keeping a steadfast eye on that meager sixteenth.

It is only that sixteenth that separates us from the dyed-in-the-wool socialist.

It is “high” time for us to work together with this world to unite against a common enemy – that of world-wide financial depression.

The knee-jerk reaction to the onslaught of financial depression is far-too-often today that of continued strife and horrendously burdensome taxation, and of bloodshed, and of War (turn an eye to Europe for reference).

We can avert that fate!

It is time to come to terms with this world-wide depression, and face it with the economic  precepts that have brought down a wall, and turned China into a financial power-house.

It is time to embrace the concept of capital., yet again.

We must abandon the radical hippie and His mind-set.

We must deal with the world through sound financial concepts (capitalist concepts) that have not only made our Nation great (in the not-so-recent past (Reagan, Bush and Bush), and in a 200-year track record preceding them), but has also born first fruit to the formerly, socialist world (that of China, and in part, the Soviets).

We must demonstrate to the world our confidence not only in our own tried-and-true capitalist philosophy, but also to those that have been borne out in both Russia and in China are maintained.

We must embrace that sixteenth-of-an-inch. We must be vigilant in maintaining it with exacting regularity, and we must demonstrate that we are “in” for the long haul.

We must also make one helluva severe “change” come this November.

The Preicipii calls upon this Nation to commit to a change that will bring us “back to the future”; we must abandon our recent divergence from our tried, and true principles, and re-embrace those to which China now expects us to maintain proper deference, both for their livelihood, and for that of the World-at-large.

It is incumbent, imperative really, that we maintain our vigilance in keeping those fibers of Red, White and Blue from ever reaching that chasm of muck and mire that our Mother Earth represents, along with the Utopian, Socialist lovers of the earthly realm .

Come November, we must see POSITIVE change (for a change).

May the Republican party, in a glory that is manifest in our great symbol of Freedom, in our Nation’s flag…may it once again place that flag in its position of both authority, and of sound, ethical and solid, capitalist ideology, and maintained ever-vigilant in that razor’s edge, one-sixteenth-of-an-inch.

I believe that the World must stop and ensure that this meager, singular, one-sixteenth-of-an-inch be forever and a day, maintained.

And I believe that We the People will only achieve that through the grace of our Lord, and through our incipient knack for eternally maintaining that one-sixteenth that separates us from utter chaos, annihilation, and ruin – in short, Obamanation.

Come November, vote Republican, and VOTE OFTEN !

The Psychology of the Politic: A Short Treatise

When one thinks of the human psyche, the same, trite concepts will penultimately boil to the surface.

But as the chess player, one must (to advance) think beyond the next move.

Certainly, it would be fallacy to then discount all prior moves on the board; for they directly led to the position the player now holds.

So, without forgetting the concepts of sex, food, greed, self-aggrandization, lust, pain, fear, sorrow, love, and the like as primary motivators (for they, among many other motives, truly did bring each of us to the place on the world’s chessboard where we now stand) – what would be he next move?

If we are the product of compendium of past, then what would be a motivator that rises above the frey?  Above those trite (and so obvious) motivators to all of human nature?

Consider the plight America finds itself in today.

We are promised the moon, yet all about we are seeing basic human rights eroding and yielding to a power that plays on all the basic instincts of this, “naked ape” (1, 2, 3, 4).

So what would be the “anti-motive” ?

In other words, what would, literally, be the ticket to waking everyone up and having them say in resounding chorus “I’ve been down this before, I know what you are doing, and I want something more?”.

What is the “something” more?

Think about this, seriously.

The unions have been promised power (and they are clutching at it with their last breaths – they are almost as strong as the gay-psoriatic-lemurs who suffer from a combination of mad-cow disease and syphillis voting block – sorry, but it is the best I could come up with for an extreme minority).

Whoa.

Enough about the unions.

However, let us focus on their motivation.

Obama has promised them the moon, and he is delivering.

Like the mad cry of Samuel Gompers “More, More, More”…like voracious hatchlings in a tangled and twisted bird’s nest, they will never be satiated.

They will literally take the food from one another’s belly.

They are this corrupt.

But is it mere survival that motivates them?  Is it an irrepressive slant toward laziness and having someone else serve their every whim, their every need?

They will not get a biscuit from me, and I would counter that, just perhaps, they crave more than what meets the eye.

They do want self-esteem (and that kind not garnered from blade, bullet or baton) – they wish they could be what others have become through hard work.

They really do desire what all men and women desire – to “better” themselves (they just seem to always seek it through cloak-room, dirty dealing).

To get it as the result of some contract with the devil – there is no esteem in this.

Man’s final motivation, I would argue, is to live up to that which he was created for.

To make his Master happy.

In order to move to the next, best strategic position on this chessboard politic, it is not the usual suspects to which we consevatives need to appeal…it is the suspect to which we far often never (or at best, rarely) appeal.

Our leaders in the Republican-Tea Party should unite under one banner, one mantra, one platform.

“ONE PARTY, UNDER GOD” – Let us all unite and do, what the really, really BIG guy would have us to do.

Hyper-Inflation, Bloat and Stagnation…

…and that’s just describing their egos

What is it about a society, and I speak of the “sub-societies” within our over-all culture, that causes its members to develop such an incredibly daft sense of self (and that there is nothing beyond the tip of said-self’s proboscis?).

I mean, I do get that the media has a tendency to make certain people feel important or self-important.

Take for instance sports stars, news commentators, rock musicians or some high-falootin’ Hollywood actors.

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I understand from wince their egos emanate, but do they not have even an inkling that the whole “facade” that is built by agents, PR specialists and the tinsel-town rumor mills and fluff machines only create an alternate reality that exists only on silver screens, radios and inside their self-important noggins?

Honestly.

Take a look at yourselves.

In the time of Kings and Queens, you’d be jokers.  You would be there only for their amusement.

In this day and age, it is the people who have become the King and Queens – governments “of, by and for”; you have become the fop to the disillusioned amusement of the general public.

The awful thing, from my perspective, is that it is not really the actors on the stage who are to blame for playing fiddles while Rome burns, but rather, it is we who are to blame.

In our plastic society, our expectations are that everything is “replaceable” and “renewable”; reality, unfortunately, has a tendency not to work that way.

Think of it like an e-mail for which you have hit the “go” button, and now wish like hell you could re-call it as you really did not mean everything you said, or it somehow makes you look like an idiot (not an altogether difficult task for some).

It is most unfortunate that we can not re-call the ballot switches we pulled back in November (what was it now, an “eternity” ago – back before Capitalism had died and neo-fascism had taken the rein) like an errant e-mail that we “might” be able to catch and re-call within 15 minutes of sending (depending on how your friendly IT guy has set the polling “send” times on the server).

Oh my!

Speaking of capitalism, it ain’t quite completely dead yet, is it?

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I mean, when Congress (in its infinite wisdom) (1) has “requested the presence” of the heap, big dog at Toyota, I suppose the fascists in Congress are still working on trying their damndest to prove that taking over American companies in the name of their socialist agenda is a good thing, and independent companies like Toyota are “bad, bad, bad” (does it seem like they are trying to somehow make an apology here too – for re-buidling Japan or something maybe – in our “Western” arrogance?).

Anyhow, if they have to call Toyoda before their witch-hunt tribunal to try and prop up Government Motors, then you know, capitalism’s heart is still beating in the world.

Couple that with the fact that Japan is buying up all our debt from China, and you know for certain who they are placing their money on (GO CONSERVATIVES!!!).

I’ve written endless columns about the pomp, circumstance and arrogance of both this Presidential cabinet, as well as the numb-skulls in charge of this Congress…at what point will any of it get through to them?

The answer – NEVER.

They will never see past their egos, past their over-inflated, monkey-handled imagery, or the fluff created by their “mouthpieces”.

Dear Lord, when the foreign press has begun describing them as the “Chicago Mafia”, you know for certain that we live in times much, much worse than Tamany Hall.

Here is my hope – I hope we see REAL radical change, and we see it damned quick.

It’s not really about the future generations, it is about the here and the now.

On the Death of an Icon

Before ending this piece, I’d like to take one opportunity to extend deepest and most-sincere sympathy to the family of Alexander Haig (1, 2, 3).

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I was traveling a while back with my very “soon-to-be” betrothed’s Father, a man for whom I immediately had infinite respect, and great admiration.

It is amazing how there are some people in this world you will come across and instantly be taken aback by the very real respect these individuals carry with them in day-to-day living.

Her Father is just such a man.

He had the extreme good fortune of having worked very closely with Mr. Haig, and in our conversations he kept referring to “Alex”, and at one point I had to exclaim “are you talking about Alexander Haig?”.

He was.

This man, who I infinitely respect related to me that Mr. Haig (at the time) “is” one of the bravest men he had ever met (I met her Father at Thanksgiving last year).

This coming from a man who I know, absolutely, to be very, very brave.

Say what you will about Mr. Haig’s political background.  I remember, vividly, that phrase that got him into so very much hot water “I am in control”.

I tell you, from where I was sitting, as s young, college student, I was most happy to know that someone had stepped up to the plate and was in control.

There seemed to be much, much confusion at the time and (like now) it seemed no one was “at-the-helm”.

I was very happy to know that I had good reason to have confidence in Mr. Haig (unlike our Congress, and, I suppose, the “enumerated” chain of command layed out by our Constitution (it is unfortunate the Constitution cannot provide any reasonable expectation that any of the men in the line to the throne are actually “competent”).

But I digress (as usual).

Mr. Haig, men of your caliber are sorely missed, and we all mourn your passing.

Here’s hoping that beyond your family, there are those like me who appreciate a brave man always willing to give his all for God and Country.

May you rest in peace, and to borrow from a well-known (to some) passage “and may the God of peace delight to dwell with and bless” you and yours, eternally.

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A “wrap-up” on the week’s wrap-ups that is “all wrapped-up” (just, not too tight, please!)

Ever felt a bit “constrained” ?

How Ironic...she appears to be "in bondage", and America is...in "Obama-bond"

How Ironic...she appears to be "in bondage", and America is...in "Obama-bond"

I know that I do.

I know I said I’d not get personal in this column, but the fact is, this is an opinion-based blog.  Its mission as a rag is to be driven to (vainly) be humorous, at times, but always to be driven to try and be published in a manner that displays at least “something” about the most significant news story(or stories) of the past week.

Now, this is NOT my day job, and in no way pays my bills.  Now that I’m working long, long hours, I basically only have the weekends to “opine”.

So, the column is taking a new “flave” for a bit…”wrap-ups” (and what a week to begin them, huh?  ref the pic above, hee, hee).

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Enough already about “wrap-ups” (beginning to make me feel like some people are wrapped just a little too tight).

But, what an irony, huh?

Our Commander-in-Thief is constraining us with health care, robbing us of our inherited wealth (and then re-distributing it to people who should inherit only the, let’s see, how does it go?  “inherit the wind, but reap the whirlwind” ??? – remember “God moves in a wind storm”, and this is how both Noah and Moses remembered the “harkening” of His divine presence…but, that’s another story, ENTIRELY), and generally “mucking things up”.

And now we have to be jap-slapped with this hoo-ha about “America (sic, WOMEN) being constrained”.

YAWN.

Let’s see, what about these people where “constraints” are concerned?

What is it, that quote, you know the one…concerns “doom” (and who is doomed when they forget (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, ψ)).

So, “what of it“, you might ask?

Well, “let me tell ya” (it is, as I’ve so many times stated, an opinion column, after-all) –

when people forget what happens when humans begin yielding to their nasty, human nature, baaaaaad thangs start to happen, that’s what!

Real bad.

Real, real bad.

For the first time, I think, Madame Pelosi’s sense and sensibility is beginning to serve her (it remains to be seen whether she will demonstrate some personal responsibility).

But the point is, she is beginning to sense that the world is becoming an extremely “constrained” place (as IF, EVERYONE…did not already perceive that tid-bit – the internet is, after all, making it a smaller and smaller place (let’s all get “small”, eh, Steve-a-reeno“?).

Well, I guess I should say, everyone, who remembers history (and histoi in the making).

The most disturbing thing, for me, about the vid of the Madame, is not her tears (of/for fear? yuck, yuck), but rather, that one, singularly-“prickly”,  statement … “the ears that it is falling on…are not as balanced“as those making the statements”.

Now who, on earth, could she be referring to? Not as balanced?

Well, I guess balanced is, as balanced do.

“Big, Fat Zero”…Hero

(or why I gave up socialist ‘bombs’ and learned to love a realistic account of history)

OK.

So you heard it here first.

Superman is really one of the “President’s of the United States“.

But, understand something PLEASE !

The first article was not about Obama, really.  It was about team Obama.

It was about the love-fest that led (and leads) to mega-maniacal, ego-bloated, ego-mania.

It is zeitgeist on cocaine.

But here is the problem with this “form” of zeitgeist – it is NOT representative of the national “mood”, but rather, it only represents the mood of his Kook-aide drinking minions.

So they say it (this foray into America’s classroom) is nothing more than hero worship by a bunch of “Lord of the Flies” zeros.

Well even zeros can cause a great deal of damage.

Look at Columbine.

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Michael Moore.

What are you gonna do with him?

Here he comes, out of the woodwork again, to lead a pep rally for his blue-collar buds.

“Capitalism is baaaad”, they shout.

You ever heard of the dog that bights the hand that feeds it?

It was the “Summer of Love“, 1968.

A bunch of dumb-assed kids, fat and bloated on their momma’s and daddy’s seeming endless supply of monies, got together for a “love feast” now infamously known only as “Woodstock”.

It defined (and defied) a generation, really.

They were hopped up on their weed, and their cocaine, and they defied conventional wisdom, their parents, their Nation, and I would argue, even their God.

They thumbed their noses at responsibility, at tradition, at their own homes – they basically made it so that home was no longer a hospitable place at all.

Like their love feast, it was a muddy, disease-infested mess of muck, mixed with excessive sin and of course, the mire that results.

And now ladies and gentlemen we have Michael Moore, entering, stage left and trying his damnedest (with a bunch of other hard-luck hippies who wish to re-kindle a past best left Manson dead) waltzing on the scene and resurrecting what was really a hate-fest in disguise and all aimed at the heart of America, of God and of capitalism.

Thank you Michael Moore.

Here’s hoping (literally) that you trip on your bong, fall face-first in the mire and are forever choked beyond speech by the very mess you and yours so happily created.

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On Propaganda (yet again)

I re-visited some of my prior articles and noted Hitler’s views on “big lies and little truths” from Mein Kempf.

It causes me to earnestly re-think this in light of this propaganda move by the President and by the White House.

I know they’ve been endlessly compared to the little Furor, but…common guys, this bit with the school children is truly below the belt, even for a bunch of Nazi’s.

And the propaganda wheel turns ’round, and ’round.

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The Seeds of Discontent

Ever watch dandelion seeds?

Come on.

Every kid knows what it is like to pick up that white, globular, feathery lollipop on stick and send its seeds (much to the discontent of every lawn meister) scattering throughout creation to as far as the four winds will carry them.

Give it a week or so, and the yellow sentinels begin to multiply like rabbits, along with my blood pressure. They take over the whole neighborhood (if you let them).

Last week, we witnessed what the media and the left are branding as “kooks” get all upset over socialized health care at all these town hall meetings.

Shirts were torn, dignity flew out the window, and all respect for freedom was as shredded as that poor man’s shirt we saw so much of in the press last week.

Normally, I do not take part in civil discourse (of the assembling variety).

The sixties and seventies pretty much turned me off to that.

I hate protesters, loathe protesting, and generally can not stand for the “sit-in” crowd – so I avoid it like the plague that I believe it is.

This week, I feel so motivated and will change that attitude.

I did not participate in the tea parties.

I did not get “up in arms” at the townhall meetings these government officials were holding to measure the pulse of their constituency over socialized health care (as if they had no clue as to what was coming from the polls and conventional wisdom).

I guess they only listen to the polls they choose to listen to.

Well this week, in my little community, there is a sinister, big, bad government that is ready to countermand our State-level regulation that states that we have the right (responsibility, I believe) to carry hand guns (concealed, of course) in our parks (I wonder how many joggers would have been raped in central park were those magnificent New Yorkers and all their vain-glorious laws and rules and regulations able to carry pistolios in their parks?).

When my Grandpa was still living, he revealed something to me that I think no one else knew about him.

On the outside, he appeared the consummate Republican, but behind the scenes was a slightly different story.

He never gave (I don’t think) a red cent to the party.

He told me “the only thing worth contributing to is the NRA.  It is the only thing standing between you, and big government, and even bigger politicians”.

Now, more than ever, I agree with old Grandad.

He had it just about right.

When people get attacked for speaking their hearts, liberty dies.

The politicians are now completely unregulated.  They are running amok, forcing their policies, bright ideas (and the taxation that pays for them) down our gullets.

And so now,  I feel so motivated.

I’ll go to our townhall meeting and I’ll tell those fat-assed, cigar-chomping politicians what I think about them taking away now even our right to protect ourselves in this “so-called” free society.

I’ll tell them what I think about their policies and their procedures and their “due” process (and maybe something about their lousy opinion polls too).

I’ll tell them that they are trying to get away with rape, and with murder (of the worst order), and they wish to take away our guns to ensure that they get away with this menace they represent.

I’ll also tell them that now that I’m a man, I don’t pick up the dandelion seeds and scatter them any more.  Now, I grip them in my fist and throw them in the garbage in my house where they belong.

Landfills would look much better covered in dandelions.

Oh, and did I mention that my lawn is nothing but green, green grass?

That is what happens when you tend to things reckless, radical, deviant and prolific.

Let them get out of control, and they take over everything.

Now there is a place for the little yellow monsters, and I believe they are well-suited to grow in the garbage dump – BUT NOT IN MY BACKYARD !!!

There MUST be something there to protect the individual, and our right to keep and bear arms provides that avenue to the responsible and to the true lovers of freedom, liberty and democracy.

So this week, I will exercise my right to assembly.

I will exercise my right to be heard by my city officials, and the right that guarantees this by backing up my words with unabashed and carnivorous pearly white incisors (or shiny copper jackets, take your pick).

Thank you, Grandad.

Thank you for always standing for what you believed, and instilling that wisdom and courage in me.

And now, on to the next phase of the “Obama-lution”.

May the peace of God be with us as we seek to eradicate the seeds of this vile, soul-less and statist revolution that so defines these scumbag, hippie-pigs from the left.

Unlike Hitler’s Brownshirts and gestapo, you are NOT going to get away with murder in America’s heartland.

Not in the green, green grass of my peaceful little town, anyway (and it’s peaceful because everyone knows that we will take care of business with guns we’ve held in our hands since we were each and all five years of age!).

On Jung, “Yute”, Yuppies and Yippie Kai, Yai Yea

A recent conversation with a co-worker, I suppose, has elicited a restless “awakening” on this “late, late” work eve (or more apt, “early, early” pre-work morn); its nature involves symbolism.

Our discussion of Carl Jung had elicited, I suppose, a latent memory of reading Jung in my college days for an advertising psychology class, believe it or not (sorry, Mr. Ripley).

Man and His Symbols is the work, and I remember how “entranced” I was over it.

I still think that Jung, to borrow from the “yutes” – ROCKS.

I woke up thinking about the elephant and the jackass.

Of the double-headed eagle from Freemasonry, and of the one exploded to smithereens in Berlin after we invaded during WWII (remember that the eagle, or some raptor at least, was not only a symbol of America and her freedom, but also of the Nazi as well).

I’ve thought of the slow, plodding of the elephant – resistant to radical change, plodding, but while considered by some to be lumbering, it is always resolute in its path.

And of the donkey, always kicking up its heels when it does not get its way (read about the formation of the Federal Reserve (1, 2) – interesting in light of recent news (1, 2, 3, 4)), or if you’ve ever plowed behind one you will remember its sitting down and refusing to budge right in the middle of a furrow and standing between you and your bountiful harvest.

Well, enough about the lowly jackass.

For some reason the concept of youth has cropped up in the fog and static that is my morning brain (pre-morning, really, at this hour) – of Obama’s victory and the credit that seems so firmly ensconced in their post-hippie, -yuppie, -yippie, yappin-yappie hands.

Of the peace symbol, and of tie-dye and of weed and of an economy that is “up” in the same smoke that is wafting on the same listless wind as their raging ambition and infinite capacity for achievement in life.

The only words that come to mind are “chill out, man”.

Yeah.

I’ve thought of how conservatives and Republicans have been called NAZI’s (yeah, we fit the mold of National Socialists, alright).  I’ve thought of how the hippies literally robbed Churchill’s victory symbol and co-opted it for their “peace” sign (remember that the “V” of index and middle digit in WWII meant something entirely different than what brothers Wavy Gravy and Timothy Leary used it for).

I’ve thought about how symbols get corrupted.  How the “V” for victory became the peace sign, or how Republicans have been compared to National Socialists (NAZIS) – now there is a perversion if I’ve ever heard one – US, SOCIALISTS – that’s beyond the realm of possibility – absolute horse hockey.

But, oh, that plodding elephant.  I keep thinking about the resolve of that dignified beheamoth

Also, about his memory.

An elephant NEVER forgets, you know.

Never.

Now, there is a good word.

Never give up, never give in, and never give out (like an elephant).

Well, on that note, it is time for me to turn out the lights.

I now tire of Jung.

And of mis-spent “yute”, and of yuppies. And of Yippies (but for some, odd reason – hippies still amuse me).

Well, come to think of it, there is a Yippie I like too…

Yippie Kai, Yai, Yea, “Pilgrim” !

G’nite all.

Mr. Cellophane

As the line from the old song goes…

“Is it any wonder”.

Should we be suprised?

It would seem that Mr. transparency himself is showing all his cards.  For heaven’s sake, he is a muslim, after all.

Dang, and all this time I thought he was a white hating Trinitarian from the Trinity United Church of Christ.

Let’s see.  This fellow Christ.

Wasn’t it He who taught to “love thine enemy, as thy self” ?

Perhaps the modern humanist has written that out of our “doctrine” (perhaps for being too “white”).

Who knows.

One thing I do know, though – it wasn’t Christ who taunted those people into throwing stones.

No sir.

And I don’t think He would condone suicide bombing either.

But there are those in the Muslim world who would (and no, I do not mean “all Muslims” – I know better – I am a Freemason, and I have Islamic brethren).

But the point here is, not so much about the Mohammedan, but rather, about our Mohammedan.

You know, the one who during the election was “all-about Jesus”.

Now, it would seem, he is in touch with his Muslim roots.

This guy makes William Jefferson “our first black President” Clinton look like the most truthful man to have ever existed.

First he’s a Christian.  Then he is a Muslim.

What’s next, Shin Dao?  Perhaps he is secretly a Shau Lin Monk?  Or, slightly agnostic.

This is their strategy?  They are going to make nice with Iran.

Holy cow (Baal was a cow, right?).

What is this?

OK.  So BO is a Mohammedan now.

I guess that makes me the King of Siam.

Wait a minute.  Could it be.  Delusions of grandeur?

No.  Not from a sitting, U.S. President.

Surely not.

Well…maybe.

Opression, Defined (or, rather, DEFIED)

There is but one obligation of the free man; it is his only encumbrance.

The free man must always, at all costs, resist chains.

To do otherwise would make him, therefore, enslaved.

A rhetorician would argue that by definition the very need to resist is by default a form of enslavement.

Death itself being the great liberator, there is but a slice of difference in it – for it is in the resistance (just as Christ’s resistance of Satan’s temptation) that we find our great release.

The promised land is simply that.

The free man resisting the chains oppression (including the one of his own heart and mind).

And what are the chains that bind?

Corporations being taken over by a slum lord from throne on high; lofty-minded individuals full of “principles” who seek to inflict and restrain all others by same selfish principle; those who use agenda to control all they survey.

It is their way, or the highway.

The free man would always choose the path that leads to greater freedom.

Our forefathers chose that path.

The liberators of death camps and slaves and those behind the iron curtain sought, selflessly, to take the blessings of liberty to all lands and extend them to all peoples.

Liberty can never be unrestrained for by unleashing it in its entirety, it can, through the liberty of one, inflict restraints on others; the great restraint is in the liberal application of liberty (so much so, that all are truly free).

As the saying goes, our liberty extends to the point that our neighbor’s nose begins.

It is incumbent that we not slug him, irrespective of the temptation.

However, it also incumbent on all who value freedom to take every opportunity to smash the very “taint” of anything resembling enslavement.

At every turn of the screw, at every stab of the knife, we must counter with ever-increasing opportunity for both resistance to the chain, and promotion of greater liberty throughout the world.

This is the hallmark of the American.

This is what defines us.

No matter the cost, we must always defy oppression!

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