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!
While in these days of quiet desperation
As I wander through the world in which I live
I search everywhere for some new inspiration
But it’s more than cold reality can give
If I need a cause for celebration
Or a comfort I can use to ease my mind
I rely on my imagination
And I dream of an imaginary time
I don’t know why, but this song has been “buzzing” in my brain ever since the President made his speech (and Palin made her comments).
I remember a time when a man gave us a dream, and we latched onto it and made it a reality.
I’m speaking now of Ronald Reagan.
Contrast this with the “Hope and Change” dream of this new messianic figure, a figure who would deliver our nation from the repulsive days of what the Republicans had wrought (remember? two, short years ago when Obama-mania was at a fever pitch? remember? DO YOU?).
Now that icon of what a liberal dreams that petite dream of what a messiah should be, that dream has gone full circle, and has for all intents and purposes re-packaged itself as a Reaganite (blaspheme!).
It’s no dream. It is a recurring nightmare (to sleep, perchance that I may dream!).
Truly, this is a metaphor for where we stand as a society. We can’t seem to figure out who, or what, we are.
Well, hear this !
We conservatives have never had such an identity crisis (or been trapped in such a recycling nightmare).
I still see Reagan for what he was…a convert to conservative principles and concepts.
I reject, wholly, that JFK was using our principles as President (I remember what Goldwater meant to us then…I REMEMBER…I remember that JFK was NO Goldwater…and further, I have extrapolated that Goldwater was NO Churchill).
The point of this political spectra?
Barrack Obama is no conservative…I don’t give a damn HOW he repackages himself through the powers of PR – he is STILL a wild-eyed liberal, just like JFK.
I am not fooled.
I was not fooled by the whole “Hope and Change” movement…I did NOT drink the cool aide, and I did not feel all “giddy” inside (hell, I didn’t even feel all giddy inside when I went to see Goldwater out at the local airport when he was here).
But I’ll tell ya what I do feel…I feel conservatives stick to their guns.
They don’t change their stripes on a whim.
We are, exactly what we present.
There is nothing bogus about us.
It is not a dream we chase, but a practical reality that we endorse.
We deal with facts, and we deal with reality (not dreams or nightmares).
Dreams can shift like withering sands, but sound principles (and sticking by them and to them), endure.
It is the strength of that pillar of Hercules that is the Rock of Gibraltar.
We persevere through our commitment to being exactly what we are, and not vacillating because the going gets tough, or we are just trying to ride out public empathy until that empathy might change back to our favor.
As the tendon and muscle of Hercules never failed him in his twelve labors, we must never fail those who rely on us to endure the trials we face in the immediate future, nor those we face in the long term.
We must endure our labors, and we must remain steadfast and true to our cause, and never, EVER paint ourselves as anything less than exactly what we are.
A conservative remains steadfast toward the cause.
We are about making the nation prosper. We are about seeing people have opportunities through our capitalist enterprises.
We are about strength and character, and never, never changing our stripes.
For a party that is all about change…no one can tell from one day to the next what to expect, other than herky-jerky, wobbling, vacillating change.
But from a party that is unwavering, one always will know what to expect.
From one that constantly changes, there will be nothing but pure and simple chaos (and understand; there is a difference in changing to brace oneself from changing weather, or winds, or to take a different tack on your ship, but still head in the same, basic direction).
Their brand of change is to change based on what they perceive as the popular opinion of the moment.
What we conservatives do, in contrast, is to remain steadfast through the moments of popular and ephemeral opinions.
As in the analogy of the ship, we may change our tack, but we never change the intent of our direction.
Like an elephant, we charge forward to our destination, and in our bulk, and in our bow, and in our bastion we slice onward through the storms.
We base this on our God, who sets the Supreme example of endurance and fastidiousness, and uncompromising fidelity.
There is a legend that when God and Moses met on the Mount and had finished their work in the Ten Commandments, God asked Moses if there was anything he would like to ask Him.
Moses pondered and replied, “Yes.”
“Do you sleep?”
The legend has it that God placed a cup of water in Moses’ hand and forced him into a deep, but momentary, sleep.
As Moses awoke to find the water from the cup in his lap, God said
“You see the water in your lap, Moses. Were I to sleep only for the time that it took the water to run from the cup, the universe would be in Chaos.”
It is not God who has slept during this period that has placed our Nation and the world in utter chaos…it is the sleeping giant of conservativism.
We have been lulled by the lukewarm…lulled by characters so willing to change their stripes.
One may bank on the party of change…but recent history has proven that nothing but radicalism and strife has resulted from the policy of the left.
There’s is a religion of pain, and of suffering and of constrictive policies that place us all in chains, enslaving us to their maniacal concept of a “little revolution” (chaos) that is supposedly good for us all.
Well to counter your counter-culture cries of the 60’s “if it don’t feel good, don’t do it”.
It don’t feel good to follow you and your radical changes. You’ve brought us only strife, and now, through utter audacity, you compare yourself to one of our own….Ronald Reagan; but more, the very fabric of conservative thought must be defended against your unrepentant and unabashed identity theft.
You are no conservatives.
Get thee behind us, you forked and sliver-tongued devils!
So, the new immigrants are the same as the old?
Let’s think about the first immigrants.
Well, now there is one that is highly contested, isn’t it?
My first thought is (was), that they were puritanical Pilgrims; but wait, what about that Leif Ericson cat?
But, I digress (you gotta admit, though, he was COOL – literally; he had chilly grey matter – “ees cooold in dat North Sea”).
The FIRST immigrants to the “New” World (can you say “Order in the court?”…hmmmm? Can you?).
Let’s see, I seem to remember somewheres in my vast repository of useful information some will call a waning noggin a certain LAND BRIDGE – let’s see – what was it called? hmmmm THE BERING STRAIGHT ????
Immigration in this great nation of ours started when the ASIAN crossed over from Russia, through the periphery of the Arctic circle and then down and around and into North America (one could argue that they were Ca-nooks, but, let’s not; sorry, Leif).
At any rate, immigration is truly a very old concept to this ragged Continent of our’n.
Now, I ask a simple question.
Did Leif Ericson have universal health care?
What about those first Asians? Did they have an emergency ward when they got an icey fishook gorged through their nostrils in some horrid mis-adventure?
Well, the answer is obvious, isn’t it.
All immigrants are not alike.
Take the Irish, for example.
They were escaping a potato famine, and they were damned glad to get to this “land of opportunity” (seems it has now become a land of entitlement opportunity).
Did Paddy and O’leary and Shamus have a wet-nurse-maid awaiting them on the shores of “opportunity”.
Let’s forget about immigrants (just for a moment) and think about those brave young men and women in buckskins who braved the elements, left “BAH-STAN” and headed into the wilderness “to see what they could see”.
What about them?
Did they have a Humana or Mercy General out there in the rough and tumble of the Great Smoky Mountains, or the Wild West that lay beyond.
The answer, is of course, “HELL NO”.
There was no one there to wipe their snotty noses. No one to hand out free aspirin and toiletries.
In short, they had to make it. They had to rely on the natural resources. They had to rely on their “gumption”.
Now, I truly do know, full-well, that there are immigrants who approach this caliber of mindset today.
Even they are not faced with the “hardships” of those “ancients” who came before us (when, exactly when were the “mud-hut” builders of the earliest settlers in Tennessee? Ten or twelve THOUSAND years ago…I use Tennessee as example as it is buried about as far away from the Bering Land Bridge as one can get (on this Continent anyhow) to demonstrate that the West truly is much, much older than our Constitution.
So, what of it, you may say.
Well, here is “what of it”…when one sticks to basic precepts, things work pretty well. When one drifts, far afield, concepts and philosophy’s and even religions begin to unravel.
As they say where I come from “it is time to get down to brass tacks”.
There is no divine right to “a car in every garage and a chicken in every pot”; this is NOT a concept our forefathers envisioned in our Constitution.
Utopia, frankly, is a big, fat lie (as is Haight-Ashbury and every damned thing the Beatles ever thought to sing but forgot because they were too flippin’ stoned).
There is no yellow brick road, Dotty. No pot at the end of the rainbow.
What there is, though, is…
Freedom to make choices. Freedom to live without having someone breathing down your neck all the time.
Freedom to eke out (and I do mean EKE)…to eke out a living.
THIS is what “built” our country.
I believe that in the coming days, weeks, months and years, our great nation will “get back to the egg”…we will remember the people who built this nation.
But we will also remember the people who have tried to tear it down.
We won’t forget (and I pray, and I mean deep, deep prayer) that we NEVER let this mess happen again!
as I know, is, everyone else (who is “of my ilk”).
As the “leader” (and his family) “vacate”, we are left holding the bag.
Everyone knows this “ain’t” right (even the Clinton camp).
There is no “lawyering” you way out of this.
Don’t blame anybody, take responsibility, just like you expect from your “so-called” dead-beat dads.
Well, guess what “so-called” Fathers of our Country…
YOU are dead-beat dads.
YOU SUCK, and you SUCK royally.
Get your heads out of you asses and prove to us that you can do, what in your arrogance you SAY you can do.
Lead our country out of this mess!
I don’t think you are capable.
I also do not think your wives are capable.
Further, I also think that the people who elected you and support you are NOT capable.
They (and you) are quite simply, only, dregs.
You, in your elitism, from your tower on high, dictate to the rest of us lowly creatures “what it is” and “what it will be”.
Nothing good, by the way, ever came out of such an attitude, historically speaking.
We are wounded ducks, this country of ours, and you do absolutely nothing to pull us out of this disgusting state of affairs.
How can a nation fall so fast?
Because of your arrogance, and your inane refusal to let go of asinine programs, policies and yet even worse, dictum, dogma and principles that are, proven, unmitigated failures.
Let my people go, Pharoh.
Let my people go!
The “brood”: sunédrion, the pharisee, and the scribe (yikes).
Writers are often deemed as scribes (and all too-often are simply that); so for the purpose of this sojourn, I will try and “rise above” the lowly journalist, log-keeper…scribe.
If you’ll take a moment to remember back during the days of the election of President Obama, there were so many comparisons made to a savior figure.
Logos is defined as the divine word of God Himself…the truth, the way and the light – the absolute stopping point for the buck.
In our earthly realm, it was a “brood of vipers” who brought “justice” on our Lord and Savior through an ethereal form of logos.
They twisted the law, and to coin a Southern colloquialism “whooped up the crowds” into a frenzied state.
To twist the law requires the use of logic, but more a warped sort of logic of the kind practiced by Sophocles (in the form of sophistry).
Sophistry is the art of making plausible, yet fallacious, argumentation.
One example of such logic might be where the Sanhedrin make the claim that Christ should be executed as the result of his “blasphemy” in claiming to “be” God — something that is not, and can not be documented.
What Christ claimed to be was the “son” of God.
The Sanhedrin were able to take one point and essentially incite a crowd to riot through the thin logic and theatrics (rending their clothes, taking on a boisterous aire of righteous indignation).
They brought a man to his death through a twisting of the truth.
Or how about these examples;
“Can a state university’s law review expand its affirmative action program to include special treatment for gay students as well as racial minorities? Does a man have any right to stop his ex-wife from using their frozen embryos to try to get pregnant? Can parents whose daughter is in a vegetative state be prohibited from trying to clone her?”,
“…should “Splitsville,” a city plagued by residential segregation and failing schools, be permitted to create an all black, all-male career academy, or is the “Ujamaa School” unlawful discrimination?”,
“…one 2003 question describes the state of “Nirvana,” where a gay couple, Richard and Michael, want a child. Would Nirvana’s laws prohibiting gays from paying surrogate mothers or adopting children,” it was asked, “violate the constitutional guarantees of equal protection and due process?”.
These “hotbutton” issues are designed as legal constructs for first recognizing that there is an issue for which the law “may” apply.
Once the issue is recognized, the leap in logic then looks for a law that may apply.
For example, suppose a law that was implemented for a specific purpose, say, a rule that was designed to protect against discrimination based on race, creed or color – would it be logical to then to “stretch” that law to include perhaps gender, or choice of reproductive partner?
The issue for me personally is that God’s laws defined precisely how one would go about producing a child. Birds know it, bees know it, and with the advent of the internet, so does just about everybody else.
In producing that child, you become that child’s Mother of Father.
Pretty obvious law from my perspective.
Reminds me of those who believe they are above laws of physics and could cheat gravity, or somehow grow wings where their arms are supposed to be – kind of delusional, methinks.
So, there is a sophistry that takes place…a “bending” of the law.
Jesus Christ claims to be the son of God, so let’s just stretch that a little and say that he claims to be God Himself.
Where I come from there is a concept called “brass tacks” (or “getting down to brass tacks”).
It is debated about the origin of the concept, but one definition has to do with manila folders used in early days of education, where the papers in these folders were held in place by “brass” tacks that were placed through holes in the papers and then the legs of the tack were bent back to hold the papers in place.
Placing one’s work in such a folder, the brass tack was sort of the final step…it symbolized this completion of the job, and tying all the work together within the folder.
“Getting down to brass tacks,” represented getting down to the essence…the final verse, the last step.
When Christ speaks of God’s law, He speaks of something incontrovertible. It is that final word, that “brass tack”.
There is no ambiguity, no wiggle room, no sophistry, no vascillation.
I believe that a pale image of this should always be our goal on this side of heaven; to emulate His perfection, His grace, and the elegant absolutes of His Logos.
We should always try and stick to the brass tacks.
In the world of manufacturing and production, it is a widely-known rule that one should always use a tool for, and only for, its intended purpose.
Do not use a screwdriver as a punch, or a wrench as a hammer.
Everything has its intended purpose, and its intended use.
I think the same concept should be applied to both the law, and the truth.
If a law was designated for one purpose, use it for that purpose (don’t stretch it so that it “fits” other “issues”).
If a new law is required, try and make it. Free country.
Oh, and by the way, I also believe in the concept of keeping an eye on history so one can better understand the present, as well as the future.
The examples used in the offset quotes above were all taken from President Obama’s take-home, open-book, law exams that he administered as a Professor teaching constitutional law at the University of Chicago (click here for the article, and take note of the date; it was written during the Presidential campaign, and before Obama was elected).
“Where have all the jobs gone,
long time passing.
Where have all the corporations gone,
long time away.
Where have all the oil wells gone…
gone to collectivist graveyards, every one.
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?”
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 !
In discussing with a suite-mate of mine at the office, I have come to understand that when yesterday I’d have clumb into the ring with Pat Buchanan on the issue of isolationism, today I find myself parked firmly (somewhat) in his camp.
My suite-mate (let’s call him “Will”) had pointed out to me that this would be the best strategy in a world that is going fast down the hill to financial pergutory.
Well, he’s right about the world.
And I wonder that if Germany is to survive, if perhaps they too should take his advice?
A novel idea.
A Nation FOR its own people.
How ’bout that?
Perhaps if America practices isolationism, and the Euro-Nations follow suit, we will all re-build our economies (and from the inside, out).
Perhaps it is not such a bad strategy.
But what of China?
What happens to them in this model?
As isolationists, can they survive, this burgeoning commie-capitalist experiment on the New World stage?
I would assume that they could produce and sell as all things “China-for-the-Chinese”, but I could not for a moment think that this would not have some lasting effects, globally.
But hey, we’ve talked about trying everything else, why not this?
If the world would agree, perhaps the cooling off period would give each nation a chance to right their own financial ships.
Perhaps we would all be sailing smooth waters again.
But for now, let’s be confident in our peerless leader and his cast of characters.
They are doing such a marvelous job cleaning up the Gulf (how was that cocktail, Mr. President? Enjoy it? GOOD!), not-to-mention all the great strides they are making on our behalf in regulating the internet (I’m certain they will begin taxing us by the character on the blogs next).
So thank you, President Obama, Mr. Cocktail-drinking, gallivanting around the Gulf Shores, Presidential man – for all you do, this dud’s for you!
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.
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).
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.
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?
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).
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.
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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?”.
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.
Sounds like something that an old person would wish upon their own bowel.
I run to the gutter today, as I believe that is where the nation (as a whole) is headed.
Actually, to the sewer.
Well, I realized that I had said that I would try and keep this column from getting too personal.
As a (former) student of journalism (I’ve now crossed over to a full embrace of Public Relations), but as a former student I remember all-too-well the journalism professor’s admonition to “never get in the way of the story”.
I also remember them telling us that such stories (articles, which EVERYONE always referred to as “stories” – a concept that warrants a future diatribe in another column) – telling us that such stories belong on the OP ED page (opposite the editorial; the editorial page is the page upon which seasoned journalists get to “opine” and / or “vent” (you make the call) — “OP ED” is the page where you (read “kooks” as in “anyone who would take the time to write in to the newspaper), but it is the place where you and I can “vent” and “opine” just across from those professional “kooks” who get paid to be kookie.
Well, what is a blog if not an OP ED page (and thank God, I don’t get paid).
So what rules is ol’ Precipii going to break today?
How ’bout all of them (at least where ObamaNation is concerned).
I try and not make a huge deal out of this, but I suffer from a malady known as Rheumatoid Arthritis (RA, for short).
It (RA) affects my body in such a way that my immune system (which I have learned is much, much more complex than what they teach us in health class; it is more than just white blood cells (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6).
Now the reason I’m spending so much time on this is that I am “stretching” my rules about getting personal as I think my experience here speaks volumes about the coming health care system.
Yesterday … wait, back up.
Six weeks ago, I began thinking I need to get a flu shot. I started researching what is going on, and I learned that the greatest success rates on the swine flu indicates that the hospital workers who took the mist (the one containing the live virus) were having fewer incidences of catching the flu than those who took the injections (containing “dead” virus).
So, I have to stop taking my arthtritis meds, which lower my immune system. By going off the meds, my immune system re-bolsters itself in about four weeks (I think two weeks, actually, as my arthritis started back again after about two weeks) – but anyhow, my immune system is “cooking with gas” four weeks into it.
So, yesterday I go to the health clinic in my nearest, large, metropolitan city and I fill out the paperwork (being careful not to lie, which in hindsight, I should’ve done anyway), but they ask me if my immune system is compromised.
Now I have a note from my doctor telling them that I’ve been off my immune system-inh8ibiting drugs for well over four weeks and that he’s instructed me not to take my arthritis meds for another two weeks, but the nurse has to go talk to her supervisor anyway.
Her supervisor (of course, being smarter than all the other doctors in the world, combined, and for God sakes being from the GOVERNMENT and all – (probably just promoted from the DMV) TRUMPS my doctor and says I only qualify for the dead virus).
I endure four weeks of arthritis pain, not being able to sleep, just so some nit-wit in a public office can over-ride the prescription set out by doctors who have earned degrees and somehow have careers that lead them into actual practice, rather than playing god in some public health care facility!
WELCOME, america, to the new health care system!
The bottom line, I ask the nurse “does the injection work equally well against the swine flu as does the mist” to which she replied “yes”.
The bottom line is that here we have yet another public official playing god.
I am told, by a health department (and contrary to my regular doctor’s orders) that I am not “qualified” to take the mist (I wonder if the health care system is “qualified” to give me a vacation or something to make up for the agony I’ve been through while off my RA meds?).
Well, I know I’m whining over these sour grapes, but you know what – you will be too, one day.
This is what the future of YOUR health care looks like.
On top of this, I get home from the health department visit only to read that there are new “studies” out that indicated that cheaper (and much more dangerous to my over-all health) drugs are available that work equally well to the more expensive drugs I know take (those that actually work and cause much fewer side effects).
Welcome, once again to your future.
Now a panel of medical scientists (equally adept, I would bet, to the all-knowing, all-seeing supervisor down at the public health clinic – oh, which I had to go to because it was the ONLY place in an expansive vicinity that had the flu mist) – but this panel of scientists (public-funded, no doubt) now says that I can do equally well on the other drugs.
Let me tell you about the one they recommend.
It’s called Methotrexate, and it “used” to be used to treat pediatric leukemia…and it really, really makes one ill.
I really did not pay much attention to how much better my arthritis was when I was taking it, because I was constantly dealing with have zero energy, feeling clammy (you know that feeling you get when you have a high fever, like say for instance when related to, oh, I don’t know, say the swine flu?)…and then there was the nausea, the sore muscles, the over-riding feeling that this “treatment” must be doing more harm than good.
Then there is the baseline liver biopsy that they have to do.
They take that device they use on pregnant women (ultrasound) and some technician scans your liver. Then you lie in that room for what seems like an eternity.
Then they wheel you into this next, big room where they take all your clothes off (not that a gown constitutes clothes) and you lay on a cold, steel table waiting on the doctor and nurses. He comes in with this big gun and places it on your iodine-covered side…get’s it into position and then gets cold feet.
“How long before he had the ultra-sound?”, he asks (a real confidence builder)…”too long…too long (and he cusses, under his breath).
He looks at the nurses, then decides to go ahead with it anyhow (just before telling me he is worried because organs like the liver can “float” within your body and he uses the ultrasound to be certain he is hitting my liver).
The big, spring-loaded “gut” that he places on my side has a very long, very heavy gauge needle that he pushes through my side to pierce my liver (thank God for local anesthetic) and once inserted, he pulls the trigger which drives another needle down the first to essentially take a “core” (like coring a pineapple) sample of my liver.
I’m supposed to get this procedure done on a periodic basis with the Methotrexate-treatment option (the one favored by public health clinics, and publicly-funded “pseudo-scientists” who come up with such studies – same guys who predict how much vaccine we will need to prevent the coming pandemic – probably also predicted by publicly -funded “scientists”.
Again, welcome to your new health care system.
Are you cozy yet?
Under capitalism, and free choice, I am still able to take my biologics, which, by the way, actually treat the disease (and not the symptoms) and I don’t get all sick on them, and I don’t have to have my liver ruptured on a periodic basis.
But God knows the public option has to be the best for THIS patient.
To quote ol’ Lynard Skynard in “Freebird” – “Now I’m as free, as a bird now ‘how ’bout you, Atlanta?’
I just wonder how long we (how ’bout you, America?) will stay free in the coming Obama health-care system with all its egomaniacs, sham science and people with Napolean complexes down at the local clinic playing god with the health of OUR bodies, human.
By the way. I wouldn’t even bother with the flu vaccine, but the biologics I take (and the same goes for Methotrexate) lower my immune system making me more vulnerable for contracting the swine flu.
Since I’m a guinnea pig in all this, just had to share my experience. I think it offers great insight into what awaits us all in the coming years.
I’m so appreciative to Harry Reid, Nancy Pelosi, the Clintons and Obama for all this “love” they so kindly share. Now, why don’t you bug off and leave us be. We’d like to get on with taking care of our own bodies (as the doctors all tell me – the decisions for my treatments all rest with me).