As an American, who has always loved his country (so much so, that like a Father or Mother with their children, sometimes being critical of it…we expect so much from our children, and to me, my country is something that as citizens, we are all sort of parental to) – I’ve always tried to see my country through the spectacles of our forefathers (specifically Ben Franklin).
I’ve always tried to say, “what would they think”, “what would they do?”.
Now I know that is not popular today, ’cause as everybody knows, they were a bunch of gender-biased bigots.
Old dead white guys.
Well, this white guy is very much alive, and still loves the country they forged (and we have helped sustain).
I have to ask what they would think, as post-renaissance, renaissance men, of a new Nation that would sell out its own allies.
There can be no question in my mind that they would view what is taking place at this very moment (Egypt, Russia) as the most vile form of treachery.
Obama appears as that horrific “l’enfant terrible” that the French so aptly defined.
Like little Lord Faunterloy, he seems to me to be practicing a sort of “slash and burn” mentality…he senses that he is on his way out, so is inflicting as much damage as possible before his exit.
I pray to God in heaven that our allies will forgive us, and will realize that a new power base and leadership and mindset is on the rise in our country.
I would not blame them if they never trust us again…putting myself in their shoes (England, Egypt) – I know that I would never trust us again…but I come from the mountains and we learn to respect rattle snakes, cotton mouths and other vipers…once bitten, twice shy is our phrase.
But I would caution the world that things can “turn on a dime” in America.
We can pay off our debt to China, and we will.
We can rise to prominence again, and we will.
We also can make pledges, and we can live by those pledges (and we will).
A good one to start with is “never again”.
Never again will we allow a cretin to rise to power and inflict the kind of damage that this childish, impudent, boor of a man has inflicted not only on his own Nation, but on the world-at-large.
Harken back to the time that Obama was running for President…conjure up from the depths of your mind the angry speech that was hurled at a congregation by his minister (the right (ahem) Reverend Wright).
I believe I remember his exact words were “God DAMNED America”.
Well, I can assure you that it is NOT the God of Israel, or that same God of Christ who is having this damning effect on our Nation.
In fact, it is not a god at all.
It is a bunch of hate-filled men and women.
Hate filled, and dedicated to the prospect of tearing our Nation assunder.
This is not mere treachery; it is treason.
The collusion that Obama is taking with not only this “brotherhood” that is supposedly rising to power in Egypt (could not tell by all the fighting and killing that they are taking “by the will of the people”, now can you?)…but also with the Soviets…it is beyond apalling.
It is time for his own party to do something about him, and while they are at it, re-examine the Reids and Pelosis of the party as well (I know for damned sure that this Republican is taking a much, much more critical look at McCain).
This is beyond insanity, and beyond treason, and it is time democracy does something to right this listing ship.
The new Republican leadership needs to take a forecful, and vocal stand on the unfolding world events.
They need to be even more critical of Obama, and someone needs to reign the SOB in…quickly.
If his party can not do it, the courts (or someone) need to.
He is a rogue, and he causing damage beyond belief.
He simply needs to be stopped before it is too late (if if is not already too late).
Hear about who is “Living Large” during these times that try men’s souls?
Talk about your Manchurian candidates, huh? (How much they kicking back to you, Herr King of the Hoops?).
I’ve always known that those suck-tails and “brother’s of the hood”, brotherhood were in collective cahoots. Never fails, pinko-commie flamingos will always flock together.
Oh, and by the way, “John-Q-tax-paying-citizen”…just like with Big “O”, Obama, your the one getting stuck with the bill.
America, did you learn anything at all about all those privileged-puke, up-scale, children of flowers, Charlie Manson and drug-induced state of paranoia that WAS the sixties generation? (Their children’s children have risen in the form of Obama and his Union buds).
It’s all about the have’s and the have-nots. And guess what? The one’s who are screaming the loudest are not those who went and fought in Viet Nam — they were the children of the rich who stayed here, shot heroin and made love in the afternoon sun (or, union-produced cannons, M-16’s and napalm).
You know, the same bunch running the country today.
We have sold our souls to commercials, to movies and to propaganda about each of us being “Earth Mothers” and “Earth Stewards” instead of having common sense and living (as best we can) in a universe over which we have little (if any) control.
Welcome to the world of chaos.
You know, I like to think of chaos as a spinning top that suddenly begins to spin out of control.
It will not stay on its tip, spinning beautifully, unless certain conditions are maintained.
Proper speed, the mass and bulk of the “torso” of the top, the material of which the “tip” is made (when I was a kid, I found a compound of plastic or rubber worked best – of the kind skate-board wheels were made – can’t remember the name of the compound, but it was like a sticky “rubber-plastic”).
The tip of the thing was a hardened piece of steel, but it was surrounded and cushioned in this rubber-plastic formed in the shape of blunt-arrow tip.
It had a very long cord, and an instrument to hold it steady while force was applied to the string.
The thing would spin, and spin, and spin (and then, spin some more – absolutely amazing piece of engineering).
It was a thing of beauty, but always, always (unless I caught it), once it slowed, it would careen, out-of-control, its top-heavy mass forcing it to tumble not unlike the current economy.
We, as a global economy, seem to be at a momentary “lull” where things are not getting too much worse, and getting none-too-much better.
This is usually when the top would begin to careen.
Let’s hope somebody besides a bunch of zombie-esque, marijuana-craving and semi-stoned hippies and their brother malcontent union screws hell-bent on robbing the nation’s coffers through government “buy-back” programs is there to snatch the top before it starts to tumble (these rogues have proven that they are only “all about themselves” like a narcotic fiend craving his next fix).
Wouldn’t it be nice if from the ashes of these poor, dumb SOB’s that somebody with some sense would rise and lead this world out of the turmoil it now faces?
God speed the GOP (may the lumbering, sleepy elephant begin finally to trumpet, and to charge!).
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!
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 !
It reminds me of the quote from Sigmund Freud.
The story goes that some of his colleagues pointed out to the pillar who founded one branch of thinking on the subject of psychology that his smoking a cigar, by the very definition of human behavior that he founded, constituted an oral fixation.
His classic reply was “sometimes a cigar is just a smoke”.
There is a certain arrogance and pomp in Sir Sigmund’s response.
It would seem there is a similar arrogance going on today in health care.
Over and over we hear the Democrats speak of how it was unregulated capitalism that has caused the nation to be in the state of chaos in which it now exists, and yet…have we not had almost one, whole year of Obama’s brand of regulation? Where is the prosperity.
But I digress.
Now, the President has come out and stated that for the purpose of the national emergence that is the H1N1 (swine flu) virus, that we must lift federal regulation so that hospitals can cut through red tape to prevent a pandemic.
Why can’t we cut through the same red tape to put people back to work?
Why do we need the red tape in the first place?
Granted, airlines need certain regulations to ensure a certain standard of maintenance and pilot acumen is being met. I agree with that.
It is an extreme circumstance.
But how extreme is the swine flu? How much of this is simply playing on basic human psychology and preying upon the fear of a pandemic (that, by the way, may or may not exist).
Have you heard the joke about the fellow standing on a street corner waving his arms?
Guy walks up to him and says “what are you doing, fella?”.
“I’m keeping away the pink elephants,” he replies.
Well, thank goodness someone is keeping away the pink elephants.
In no way do I mean to suggest that the swine flu is a pink elephant. It is perfectly normal for pigs to be pink, and for socialists to be pinko.
I do know that a pandemic is a very serious thing, and I believe that one death (child or adult) is one too many.
Staying in bed, drinking plenty of fluids for hydration and doing all you can to get healthy and remain healthy is a must.
I feel the same about our economy and our society in general.
So when is it OK to lift regulation? When it helps your image, perhaps?
Oh well, I suppose Freud was right.
A cigar can be just a smoke, and there are some who will buy a pig in a polk.
The whole thing is making me a bit feverish.
Guess I’ll try and regulate it with some good, common sense and old-fashioned capitalism (I’ll take two store-bought aspirin and go to bed).
I walked down to the lower 40 (probably about 40, square centimeters) to pick some tomatoes for my morning breakfast and noted the withering vine.
Of course, in part, it is owed to the time of year (although of the last several years I have been known to pick them Christmas day), but in most part, as are all things from the world of agrarian production, they are wholly (well, it would seem) dependent on the weather.
This global warming is of little concern to me this year, but everyone I know is talking of the incredible amount of rainfall we’ve encountered (in particular where it has affected our tomato crops – for we hillbilly’s LOVES our ‘maters).
Well, the lower, back-yard sits on what is known in some collective, socialist, root-kissing circles (root-kissers are the next evolution for tree-huggers) as a “blue waterway”.
Now, I’ve been here going on five years now, and normally the blue waterway is nothing more than dried clay. We have a wet year, and it becomes a mix of creek and swamp.
So, as you can see, too much water and the next thing I know my tomato crop is halved and my cypress trees begin to die.
It’s a soggy, boggy…suck! (like a root-kisser).
You pray for water as a farmer, but you don’t want to over-do your prayers.
Too much of a good thing.
A metaphor for the hedonistic yet morbidly vapid approach the spendthrift Dems take in “running” our great Nation (to its knees, actually) – a fruit that withers on the vine due to excess hydration is a prime example of “too much” liberal, socialist policy.
You wind up with rotten tomatoes.
I think the same principle applies to governing (in fact, all things farming are a form of governing; remember the terminology in its “exact” interpretation – to govern, after all, is to limit (as in a governor on an engine)).
in farming, you always want just the right mix of everything. This is the recipe for success.
Too much fertilizer and you burn the plants.
Too much water and they rot from the root up.
Too much sun…you get the picture.
I think we’ve had too much Obamanation, personally.
Too much socialism.
Point-in-fact; let’s paint a picture of a world where the Dems get all the socialist programs their hearts so madly (and recklessly) desire.
Can you imagine a glut of doctors and nurses in this country?
Well, under Obamanation, it is exactly what you’ll receive.
Once the programs are in place, medical universities will become clearing houses. They will pipe students through programs like, well…”pate de foie gras” through a goose.
That’s right, folks.
Our esteemed and hallowed halls will become indoctrination mills for up-and-comers from God-only-knows where.
I mean, how do you think they will handle the increased demand that their “give-away-health-care” will place on the society ?
When salt flows free, it ruins the flavor of food.
When a health-care system will provide your every need, we’ll even be expected to eat at the government fast-food houses.
Everything, and I mean literally everything, will be incorporated into the health-care system.
We’ll buy our groceries at hospitals.
Probably our smart cars (imagine just how those mean, old seat-belts affect your health) will be mandated as “USDA-approved as so-so-so GOOD FOR YOU!”.
If your neighbor barks at you because your dog is crapping in his yard – he (your neighbor) will be a candidate for “anger management” school (and, NO, he won’t have an option).
“It’s a mandate for improving our society”, don’t you know.
You’re probably sitting back saying, “Precipii, you’re over the edge on this one” – HELL YES, I stay over the edge.
I promised you when I started this blog that it would be edgy, and I hope I always live up to it (gotta release the talons sometimes to go on a hunger-hunt).
So, how would “plenty” kill a falcon? How does a falcon know when he’s had just about ENOUGH?
Eat too many rats provided from a “system” that gives you anything your heart desires, and even a falcon’s fat gut won’t take flight.
A falcon knows when to quit stuffing his gut with government propagated propagandai.
Can’t get off the ground? Stop eating at the government pig-sty.
This system is promising everything in the world, to anybody dumb enough to believe it.
It’s simply too good to be true, and it is put forth by a bunch of do-gooder Dems who always promise the moon and stars (and deliver nothing but more graft, greed and heart-ache for you and me).
Think “union” here (and all the wonderful, wonderful things those blue-collar bums have done for you and me, lately).
The reason I believe that capitalism will ultimately prove to withstand the maelstrom that is this Obamanomics, or socialist onslaught, or radical agenda (or whatever you want to call this “thing” that is the Obama-rovoltalution) is as obvious as the nose on your face…it is putrefying sin.
It is slothful, it is greedy, it is bloated on too much excess (and oh so too, excessively so).
Do you really believe that I will not plant tomatos again next year?
Or that farmers will re-plant corn after a rough year…or buy new hogs, or head’s of cattle, or sheep?
Life will go on, and so will the process of ex-change.
Next year, we may have the perfect mix of rain and sun, and fertile-fertile soil. If not next year, maybe the year after.
But, it will come again.
Every farmer knows this.
Whether you’re farming for beef, or for grain, or for ‘taters (or how about simply digging silicon up out of the ground) – whatever your racket, I guarantee you that capitalism assures you a plentiful crop once again in the future.
The dems run on running out.
Capitalism runs on faith that we’ll never run out.
It assures us that we will once again walk on the moon.
It assures us there will be brighter days (and no, it is not MY God…it is simply the plan that my God set before me – read your bible – it (capitalism) far, far pre-dates Marx, and Lenin, and Lennon – damned hippies and their sandal-wearing perversions).
And thus, the spirit of capitalist adventure, and of capital reinvestment (in some by-God something that makes sense – more so than a government-run any by-God thing), of the real hope that capitalism assures (with Adonai’s blessing, of course) – it will, once again (like my tomatoes) THRIVE!
Such is life in the agrarian world.
But such is life also, in the mechanized world of production.
It does compute!
You can count on it.
Capitalism will survive this massive onslaught that is (and has been) the Democrats “answer” to what ails us.
That’s really their problem, you know?
They think they know.
They do not.
They think they know our bodies better than we know them ourselves!
And how, you might ask?
They think they are God Almighty!
They’ve been conditioned to think this way.
It is in the spirit of “you can do anything” (reference what teachers and other polly-anna’s will tell ya anymore).
Well, if you can do anything, donkey, strap a rocket to your ass and fly yourself to the moon sans-capital.
Without money, you might make it to El Segundo.
We are tired of their damned shenanigans.
Tired of bills they’ve published, but never read.
Tired of incompetence, and most-of-all, double-dog tired of morons who have been indoctrinated and then turned loose on this social structure and government without an inkling of either good sense, or even (methinks) real ability to do their f***ing jobs.
That is the way of internet education (back in my day, it was related to receiving a doctorate through the mail from some institution with a high-sounding name like “Prince-Town U” or something).
Ah, it is a poor musician who blames his instrument (and God, how I do love the net).
I believe that government has proven itself highly capable of such acts in the past.
Look at what a joke our government has become (and is becoming).
Soon, by God, we will rival even France, or dare I say it? Quebec !
Now, the truth is, I believe there is probably a French underground (just like when Hitler was in charge), and I mean no ill-will toward the Francs. The fact is, I like the fellas (and their gals). Hell, one could make the case that I am part French (and probably, the better part).
But the fact also remains, that in our heart’s and minds, they represent a center of socialist “intellectual” thought, and this is why I pick on them (at them, really – it’s fast becoming a cliche).
Intellectualism can not be bound by some “old-country” thought.
But the fact remains, look at the examples set by others.
Look at the Nordsmen, or the Slavs, or the Ruskies, or the Chinamen for heaven’s sake.
Where on earth has socialism actually worked ?
So, what of abundance?
Well, when the money grows on the government tree, you can bet your bottom dollar (little as it will be worth) that not only will its value be in decline, but the value of everything else will be too.
This is the way of socialism.
Like my tomato plants, liberal application of water causes the plant to rot from the roots up.
This is what happens when kiss-slobber gets all over your roots.
Too much water (and too much groupie-love) will infect the whole body (and probably with more than just feel-good feelings – can you say “razor-blades” ???).
Like a social disease (and that is exactly what socialism is), too much of this “good thing” will cause the entity (you and me) to wither and die, just like my tomatoes (or worse; God, how I hate self-inflicted pain).
We really do not want to be forced to survive such nonsense.
Personally, I’ve simply just had – too much…Obama.
Pharaoh, let my people go.
You and yours, Sir, are simply, obviously, and patently…too, too much.
It is, simply put, time for moderation.
Ever watch dandelion seeds?
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!).
No ma can serve two masters. For ether he shall hate the one and love the other: or els he shall lene to ye one and despise ye other: ye can not serve God and mammon.
Well, the saying goes that you can’t serve two masters, so I guess it has deflated a few over-inflated egos this morning since we now have a new King.
Reminds me of yet another cliche-quote, “…long live the King” (redacted here to keep Echelon, and the whip of Big Brother Barack off’n my lil’ ol, hard-working and over-taxed back).
Some turnabout of “fair” play, huh?
What used to be a fat, cigar-chompin’ white guy in a straw hat has now metamorphed into, well, you get the picture.
Things have really “changed”.
Well, now we realize that even the straw boss is a servant to someone, somewhere.
The only difference is, this “someone” is actually a “something” – Mother Earth.
I remember my good professeur, “Space Ship Earth”, lil’ Tony Econ, 101. How he always used to call it, “space-ship, Earth”. wow.
Space Ship Earth.
Now, there is a concept.
Bet it made tingles run up his…well (if he had one).
At any rate, such is life for those who sell their souls to mammon.
The things of this earth.
I’m afraid that cap and trade is exactly that.
We have sold our souls already to abortion by allowing our taxes to fund even killing during and after delivery, and now we sell them for this hog-wash called “global warming”.
You will remember (for I never let you forget) that I come out of public relations school – flim flam.
Carpet-bagging, bonafied…”guaranteed” to get out your toughest stains, 100% pure – flim, flam.
Well, I guess that’s Obamageddon for ya, babee!
Open up your wallets, it’s going to be a rough ride.
The eagle’s talon this week have found themselves grasping at loose rock.
All you base jumping, loyal fans beware.
The Precipice is a high perch, and from its lofty height one can view (most) all things (grand, ain’t it?).
But it is a long way down (thank God for wings).
It has been my (ahem) firm commitment to keep all (yeah, right) things personal off the pages of the Precipice. Those of you who have followed since its inception will remember the various sites and providers we have used (I went back and checked our posts and we have been with WordPress for well-more than a year now…doesn’t seem possible – but we have received no ill complaints and I’m relatively happy here as publisher-in-chief).
Well, on to the personal items.
An eventful week.
A friend approached me about another friend who is what many modern (and mainstream) Christians are referring to as “seekers” (I don’t particularly like this term, but I’m not expending the brain juice to come up with one better, so, it suffices).
Essentially, it set me to thinking about this whole “process” of getting sheep into the fold (and more apt, keeping sheep in the fold).
Now, this takes on whole new meaning if you apply the concept of witness to that of “statesmanship”.
Specifically, I reference the news that the GREAT state of Oklahoma has (for all intents and purposes) declared its sovereignty.
As a sovereign individual, I applaud them (I wish Tennessee had that kind of backbone).
I’m not “in the army now”, and I’ll be damned if I’m taking orders from anybody.
While the United States militia is for all intents and purpose a “purely” socialist entity (we are yo momma and yo daddy boy – yo in the army now) – I’m still a freeborn man, and a capitalist.
Screw the army (and the rest of the quasi-socialist entities).
But I had a friend the other night ask me “Do you really think the federal government is going to allow them to do that?” (declare sovereignty, that is).
Well, let’s think about that.
What can they do to stop them?
Our troops are spread out over the entire planet.
If they were to turn troops on Oklahoma, every state in the Union would reconsider its “affiliation”.
There is nothing wrong, that I can see, with being sovereign. It simply means that like all Americans, you ain’t gonna put up with anybody’s crap.
Now, that’s the real American way.
But back to the analogy.
I got to thinking about the symbol of the minister, preacher, deacon and warden (generally, any leader of the flock) – the staff.
You know, so many think it is used to prod the strays back into the fold.
I grew up around farm animals, so I know what it is to get them in a line, keep them in a line and “herd” them to a coral or through a chute, or into a trailer or up on a truck.
You do have to try and keep them in line, or else the whole heard resorts to its true nature and scatters to the winds.
Now, I’m from the school that ascribes to “gentle” prodding. Just a poke in the shoulder.
If one escapes, I’ll let it go. Round it up later, after I’ve corralled the herd.
But I don’t believe in beating them bloody. I’ve known some who do.
The other thing that most people do not realize is that prodding is not something one had to do very often with a well-trained herd.
They typically just fall into routines.
They follow the leader (the other a-hole out in front of him).
It’s their nature.
The real use of the prod is not so much to keep them in line, but rather, to keep the wolves at bay.
That is when the stick becomes weapon (not unlike many Christians who turn it against the flock – man, I’ve not been physically abused, but the kinds of mental torture I’ve endured at some of their “PSYOPS” “witnessing” have been worse than any physical pain I’ve endured, and that includes football, wrestling, boxing and long-distance hikes.
Once they get to thumpin’ them bibles, you can sometimes feel like you are caught inside a drum.
I believe that if you look at the predicament faced by B.O., you see the same concept at work.
He has a “straggler” in Oklahoma. Texas too (you listening, Tennessee??? “T” for Tejas, “T” for Tanasai).
How he proceeds will shape what the rest of the herd will do.
To my friends who ask “do I really think the Federal Government will allow this?”, I respond “do you think they really have a choice?”.
If BO turns his staff on the Oklahomans, he’ll wind up fighting that battle all over. As each state declares its independence from BO’s staff and sceptor, so too will they declare their National Guardsmen.
Then what? Civil war?
I think not.
Essentially what we have is something like a massive weight that is pressing down on the states, and all their citizenry.
Something has to give when that kind of pressure is applied.
You see the same happening right now with California and the President’s approach to it.
This is not the time for a cavalier attitude, nor is it the time to wield that staff like a weapon.
Your sheep are not the problem.
It is the cruel master who usually suffers when his critters “turn on him”.
But this is the true nature of radicalism. It doesn’t care about people, it only cares about its agendas and its objectives.
This is what happens when undue pressures are applied and applied unfairly (and what undue pressure is not unfair).
I don’t think I need to iterate them here for you, but what the hell (wouldn’t want any to misconstrue) – the dismantling of capitalism, the powergrab with the money in the banks (or with the seats in the Senate), the “fairness” doctrine (gag order), doing away with the secret ballot used to vote a union in or out, redistribution of wealth through home loans and bailouts, essentially absorbing US corporations (banks, automotive) and then dictating who their CEO’s will be (and being “choosy” in who gets multi-million dollar bonuses and who does not)…this list can go on, and on, and on, and on.
If this is not turning the staff against the flock, then I do not know what is.
Now, this Christian believes whole-heartedly in stating a case for the “sheeples”…let the sheep decide between staying within the boundary of the trail and the staffs that man its flanks, or to go out into the wilderness and take their chances with the wolves.
Now, I’m someone who has spent a lot of time in the wilderness, and I like it (but, then, I am a Shepherd – literally)…I’m not afraid because I know the secrets of dealing with the wolves. I know how to keep them at bay.
It is unfortunate, but most of the flock does not.
You’re damned right.
Self-righteous? I’ll just let you decide that one.
The fact is, I would NOT want to be in the Chief Shepherd’s shoes right now.
There are grumblings within the herd, and when the herd ain’t happy…
Add the storms of pestilence, disease, war and famine (joblessness) to the mix, and you have the makings for an epoch period of colossal, biblical proportion.
How to avert it?
I would say that the staffs should only be wielded as weapon when there is real peril that the herd will be attacked by wolves.
When you have a so-called “seeker” wishing to join the herd, be leery, but also, be especially gentle and careful with that soul.
When they come into the flock, you want them to feel comfortable being there.
The wilds are a crazy place (and, as I said, I prefer them as I don’t have to deal with a bunch of a-hole following a-holes)…but, I know what it is like to come back into the herd as well.
Its kinda stark and lonely beyond the perimeter of the pathway. There is much more opportunity to “do good” out there, but there is a sigh of relief within the ranks.
Life inside the herd can be a comfortable place, but under the leadership of a cruel Shepherd, it can be horrendous – so much so, I’d prefer dealing with the entire universe of wolves (and all their predatory cousins).
So, the eagle flies and seeks another perch on high, another precipice in which to latch his talon (don’t worry WordPress – it will be within your universe).
God, here’s hoping that it is always solid ground (dolomite) looking down on fertile hunting ground!
Art is either plagiarism, or revolution.
“China and U.S. Ships Clash in South Sea”
“US Banks Need Billions and Billions More”
“Obama Feels Pressure on Gay Issues”
Oklahoma, Texas and Others Considering Autonomy
Well, above is your plagiarism.
Precipii quotes (or misquotes – all from memory) headlines of the “hundred days”.
Now, Gauguin’s quote is direct.
I always liked Paul Gauguin. His paintings of Island girls were…stimulating (to say the least).
But there was something more to them than an image evocative of lustful interests (although, lust takes many forms – lust for life, lust for money, lust for food).
There is no doubt is work is ethereal.
What I always liked about them was that for me, I had thoughts of paradise.
Everything about them looked so…easy. It was as if there was no strife on these islands, as if it were eden.
Gauguin’s sense of humor (and a hint at the subject with the suspended apples) is illustrated in the link above.
If you haven’t taken note, many of Precipii’s articles have of late been focused on the concept of good and evil.
One could argue that it is all about perspective.
One looks at the paintings, and he (or she) could think of a beautiful place, like eden, and then dream of what life on the other side must be like.
As long as the dream does not become wanderlust, one can still go about one’s life and in it, perhaps, remind oneself that a little bit of Gaugin is all around. Looking for hints of paradise in everyday life.
Goodness then becomes not only a frame of mind, but also something that resides in the heart.
Now the down side of all this is that one might become as the hippies and spend every waking moment seeking paradise – trying to “re” create it here on earth (silly humans, trying to go beyond emulating God and in kind becoming (what the halleucenagenic hippie perceives, anway)…becoming God.
Now we get to the crux of what truly constitutes blasphemy.
Taking the name of God in vain is crossing that threshold and believing oneself to be God.
“God will not hold him guiltless.”
So, there ya go.
Tells me to stay away from halleucenagins and hippies and utopians and socialists and focus more on how to plant and cultivate a golden delicious apple tree.
By the way, were you aware that Eve did not (necessarily) consume an apple? Biblically, it only references as a fruit – no specifics – (could have been a peach on that tree of evil).
Well, moving right along.
Precipii must always take the little moments to englighten…hmmmm.
So, we have a lot of bad news lately.
Reminds me of that song “So you had a bad day” (I would add “Mr. President in there somewhere, but hey, that’s just how we roll).
I suppose it is no joking matter that ships are scraping one another down China way.
Or that Kommiczar Pelosi is appropriating “billions and billions” to the banks (you’d think with all this money they’d be able to build a death star or something and ship all the home loan defaulters “up there” to man the ship).
Oh well, again with the sad sarcasm (I wonder if this, yet, defines the sardonic) ?
Now for this writer, it is the distinction (or lack of ability to distinguish) between sarcasm (good) and the sardonic (bad, bad, bad – fifty licks with a ruler).
Sardonic is when you cross the line.
Sardonic is when SNL depicts Sarah Palin as a back-alley, coathanger abortionist or a guest on the Springer show.
But then SNL has never been known for its good taste.
Essentially, real people on the show can be reduced to the Southpark cartoon kids.
You’ll not find enlightment, but a great deal of nervous laughter.
But isn’t this, really, what we have become?
No more can we distinguish between light-hearted humor and the morose sardonic as all sacrasm today has crossed that line.
Where Guaguin “winks”, Chevy Chase wears a black and darkened hood.
Placing this mask on one’s face, the world becomes a dark and evil place. There is no good in it.
The wrestling match is won.
So here is my “thought for the day” – in spite of the headlines, seek ye the goodness first.
Look about the world in a light-hearted fashion, and find that paradise that already exists (wrought by the true master’s hand).
And try and find a little true sarcasm while you are at it.
It never hurts to laugh at ourselves.
Now, if only the bitter and halleucenagenic hippie could learn to do that.
You listening, Chevy? Senator-elect Franken? Steve Martin? Tina Fey? (oops).
Be nice to see something really funny for a change!
Oh, and thank you Mr. Gauguin – for making this world a little more beautiful.
For more on Gauguin .