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Living Large, While Others Eat Cake

Hear about who is “Living Large” during these times that try men’s souls?

Click Here for the Modern Marie Antoinette Hoisting Her Hammer, Sickle and Paid-In-Full, Dues Card.

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!).

One-Sixteenth, of an inch

I am a proud, Freemason.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I believe that this is borne out in current event.

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

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

Grace, is a funny thing.

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

China has shown us grace today.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We can avert that fate!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Come November, vote Republican, and VOTE OFTEN !

All Heil, Hail, Hail…heil the good Mother, earth !

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.

Matthew 6:24, The Tyndale Bible (history)

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.

Yeppers.

Global Warming.

Well, I guess that’s Obamageddon for ya, babee!

Open up your wallets, it’s going to be a rough ride.

REVOLTING !

Art is either plagiarism, or revolution.

-Paul Gauguin

Headline Views:

“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

hmmmmm….

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).

Gaugin: Symbols of Good and Evil: wrestling.

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).

Hope so.

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 .

The Duality of Contention

Its Sin, and its Virtue

It is both contemptible, and it is praiseworthy.

On the one hand, contention is the hallmark of the loyal opposition.

On the other, it is the bane of the ruling class.

So what is the fine, divining line for what represents “good” contention?

One must first analyze the concepts of both good, and evil.

The rational mind can easily make such determinations.

For example, when a duck is roasting above an open campfire, “fire is good”; however, put yourself in the place of the duck in the form of a house fire, and “fire is bad”.

The rationalist would say that it is futile to measure, or to try and measure, good and evil.

They would say that it is all based on perspective.

I suppose they’d have somewhat the conundrum on their hands were it to be their cousin, Eddie the duck, who transpires in his house due to fire…but the rationalist would probably say “ah, just go ahead and chow down on old Eddie – never was worth much anyway – oughtta do somebody some good in death, since he didn’t in life”.

I would argue that there is evil in this rationale.

What are you willing to sacrifice so that there can be an improvement in your own condition?  Moreso, what are you willing to see others sacrifice for your own hide?

Being in the minority party now, contention takes on somewhat a “new” light for me.  Now I am forced to defend all, and I am forced to do so by a party that basically falls into the category of the cold rationalist.

They will do whatever it takes to hold on and survive.

I am reminded of spoiled brats I grew up with who would do most anything to “get their way”.

Well, I’m afraid that my contention is a bit different.

I am not willing to sacrifice others for my own sake.

I am, however, most willing to put them in harm’s way for something that is beneficial to us all.

For example, I will not sacrifice one company to save another, when through tried and true principles (free market enterprise), they could both be salvaged.

I was twenty hours from receiving a minor in business, and I remember vividly the mantra of our professors, from econ to business management they railed “Profit is King”.

From the standpoint of business operating in a capitalist system, there is absolute truth in this statement.

The unfortunate thing is, we are no longer a capitalist system (some say never to be again, but I disagree – all things are possible with God, and I believe, free men).

Henry Ford once said “they can have any car they want as long as it is black and a Model T”.

General Motors introduced the concept of a paint line.

People could have a choice.

And boy, did they ever choose.

So much so, that the concept of diversification took on new life.

From the concept sprang not only paint lines, but different car lines.

What was once one, became many.

Cadillac, Pontiac, Chevrolet, Oldsmobile, GMC (and I’m sure I’m leaving some out) – the concept grew into the titan.

I learned, also in business school (and probably before through friends and other classes) that the Japanese have a saying that “on a clear day, you can see Mt. Fuji” (the island chain, I understand, is more extensive than meets the eye in Japan and I’m sure it is akin to my seeing my smoky mountains from far reaches – reminding me of home).

A book came out once entitled “On a Clear day, you can see GM”.

General Motors is one of the flagship corporations that made this nation strong.

It is in part what has stood as a rampart of sorts.  It is one tier in a lined fortress.

ALCOA, IBM, US Steel, Unisys, Microsoft…the list can go on, and on ad infinitum.  Each one represents a rampart in our fortress.

And now we have the voice of “change”.

“Mr. Obama, tear down those walls!”.

Yeah.

It is one thing to tear down a wall that is oppressive and designed to keep people in.

But let’s consider, these are multi-national corporations.   They employ people all over the world.

They are not designed to either keep people in, or keep people out.

Theirs, is but one mission.

Profit.

They are not prejudiced.

I once worked for a heavy metals company.  I remember fondly how they would say, “we know how to do one thing, and we know how to do it well.  We make that metal.  That metal is our pay.  We do it right because we know there is a reward in the end in the form of our paychecks that we get from making the stuff. It is what we do”.

Now we have Obama and his merry band telling us that they have it all wrong.  That somehow, this needs to be changed.

It is not “fair” that they should make a profit through their hard work when others do not.

Horseshit.

Fair.

You want fair?

Fair is seeing the feather-bedding sons-a-bitches getting off their assess and help the rest of the world turn a profit.  That is fair.

Fair is having a system where everyone is expected to pull their weight.

Fair is a world free from muzzles of the kind Congress and BO’s stinking plans want to place on blogs and talk radio through the “fairness” doctrine.

HORSESHIT!

There is no fairness in their regulation (UNLESS your lazy ass is laying in a feather bed).

He is single-handed tearing down what this nation has built from dust.

He is taking a thriving, positive system and turning it into one that “plays favorites”.

He is essentially reducing it to the lowest common denominator, the sluggish, apathetic sorry piece of shit laying in a feather bed while others accept risk and build civilization.

I am no rationalist when it comes to good and evil.

I believe that any can see the difference between the two.

There can be no good in dismantling through regulation.

The bible states that evil will twist the truth and use it to its own devices.

I believe we are witnessing this first-hand.

There is no good in the policies that are being forced down the throat of this nation today.

What we have is an evil Pygmalion one with an intent not to improve the lot of some lowly individual (what was lowly about American capitalism – once the envy of the world?).

What we have is someone with their own concept of what is righteous and good, and yet from what I see, there is no good in any of his policies.

To destroy what was once something others held in high esteem – where is the good in that?

I remember when Russians (before the wall came down) – when common Russians desired to wear Levi jeans.

We took them for granted.  They were “knocking around” clothes.

They were prized behind the iron curtain.

What is evil in that?

Rampant greed?

Sure, if the object is greed.  But what if it is simply to have a quality pair of durable britches that happen also to be (in some individual estimation)…stylish?  Is that evil?

I always detested that teacher from school who would say “if you bring bubble gum into the class, you have to bring one for everybody”.

Like hell.

It was my ass that was out on the weekends picking up bottles to turn them in for coins with which to buy the bubble gum.

Let the other bastards get out in the hot sun and pick up bottles so that they too can enjoy and nice, juicy chew in school.

What is unfair is for you to expect me to work double-time for the damned lazy slugs who would not get up off their fat assess to change their minds, much less earn a piece of bubble gum.

Contentious.

Your damned right.

But I believe that mine is a form of contention that stands for what is true, and what is right, and therefore, what is righteous.

No more mister nice-guy.

It is time to take off the gloves, and fight for my damned piece of bubble gum.

One Variety of Change

Picture this.

You hold a top in your hands.

Now, you may not be from a generation that understands what a “top” is, but for the purpose of this excercise let’s just say that it is a spinning “toy”.

Now, there are many varieties, but the one you hold is based on technological advances, or changes in design, that are across millenia.

It is heavy.  Its mass is concentrated.  You just know it will spin for ever.

The pull string is long and wound around its length, and at its tip is a sharpened point that looks to be made of some high-tech material that you are sure is titanium or depleted uranium or some other exotic material with properties designed to keep this top spinning.

You pull the string and you let the top go across the hard, flat surface of the floor.

Change.

The top has gone from an idle mass to a powerful force of spinning fury.

It is smooth; ghost-like.  It “wafts” across the floor, and there is this sound…”zzzzzzzzzzz” – smooth as a sewing machine at full tilt.

Speaking of tilt, it may lean a little, but then it rights itself.

Probably has to do with the earth’s rotation, or the surface of the floor (or a combination – atmospheric conditions such as breeze and thermal lift may affect it too).

It is a system within a system.  A top speed, it simply is a thing of beauty.

From an idle mass in your hand, it is transformed…changed, to a lithe ballet in pierrot across the floor.

You introduced force into this idle mass when you pulled its string.  You set it in spinning motion, but now it seems to glide of its own accord.

But wait !

Its energy seems to dissipate.  It is slowing down.

You notice a slight wobble.

Signs of a death lurch begin.

It tumbles, it scoots and the smooth sounds become stachatto.

It bounces across the floor and eventually its fattened sides catch on the floor’s surface and it begins to rip and tear across infinity.

What was once a thing of beauty becomes a vile death thro, a system undone, a violent outburst from what was once a ballerina.

It rips across the floor and spins on its side tearing everything up in its path.

Again, change.

Violent, sudden and massive…change.

In the course of mere moments the object went from an inanimate mass, to a spinning thing of beauty, and then, to a wreckless monster.

It is a complex system, when broken down to its components.

Complicate this by considering three such tops operating in the cone of a rocket headed for mars.  They spin to keep the missile on course, and to prevent its careening through space like the top as it looses its energy.

It becomes vital that change be kept to a minimal…that it be guarded closely, and that energy is applied to keep it in “stasis” so that things do not evolve into catastrophe.

NASA is able to navigate the infinite recess of space by ensuring that radical changes do not take place, and further, by having contingency plans for when they do.

As we all know from the space shuttle disasters, sometimes even that is not enough.

But considering, their track record is pretty good.   They apply sound principles to maintain this level of “stasis” (think of it as harmony, like the spinning top when at its glory of mass, direction, velocity and attitude).

The principles work, most of the time.

If you have seen the movie “Apollo 13” you will remember the scene where the ship begins to careen like the spinning top and one of the crewmen applies “jets” of energy released through the mini-rockets to regain a smooth flight.  He forces energy into the system to “right” the ship and get it back on a controlled trajectory.

If you are still with me, you are probably wondering what this all has to do with politics and our current situation.

Well.

Think about it.

Our economy is looking like that top that has lost its path.  It is careening, because someone is applying pressure at the wrong points.

The crew of Apollo 13 applied force to the system with the rocket bursts to bring the missile back into a proper flight path to once again “dock” with planet earth.

They did not apply the force hap-hazard and try and plunge this spinning top of a space-craft into even greater tumult.  The objective was not to force the ship to become like the top that is loosing its energy, but rather like a bullet spinning on a straight path and headed directly for its objective – spaceship earth.

The question for our economy then becomes, what is the ulitmate destination?

We know that under conservative directives and principles, we maintain a steady path that is concentrated in capital.

The introduction of socialism into our system has forced it into a wobble that needs the introduction of a series of “jets” of capital in order to correct it.

Our nation’s economy is just like the complex system within the space capsule.  It is kept on course using three spinning tops, or “gyros” to keep it on path.  Combine this with the retro-rockets (normally computer-controlled) and the tiny flea fleck makes its way home, safe and sound.

Oh there are complex forces working on it, with massive bodies pulling it here, and asteroids tugging it there; but there are counter-balances that keep it on course.  Add the ship’s captains to this and it becomes and even more stable system.

One needs only to look at a system whereby change is controlled, versus a system that is out-of-control to understand what has happened to our great nation in the past few months.

We simply need to re-think how the controls are being applied (and, perhaps, give the captain of the ship a wake-up call).

The Measure of Audacity

They say that one method of tackling a problem is to start with a definition (and, of course, an assumption that there IS a problem).

So, let’s proceed, with audacity –

audacity

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Syllables: au-dac-i-ty
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aw dae sih ti

Inflected Forms audacities
Definition 1. courage or boldness, esp. when somewhat overconfident, reckless, or arrogant; daring.
Synonyms daring , courage , bravery (1) , fearlessness {fearless} , boldness {bold (4)}
Crossref. Syn. presumption
Similar Words mettle , recklessness {reckless} , hardihood , balls , spunk , grit , valor , ballsiness {ballsy} , overconfidence {overconfident} , resoluteness {resolute}
Definition 2. bold or shameless impudence; brashness; insolence; effrontery.
Synonyms impudence (1) , gall1 (4) , brashness {brash (1,2)} , presumption (4) , impertinence (1) , insolence (1,2) , effrontery (1,2)
Crossref. Syn. nerve
Similar Words arrogance , hardihood , sauciness {saucy} , assertiveness {assertive} , cheek , brassiness {brassy1} , brass , brazenness {brazen (adj)} , forwardness , lip
Definition 3. a statement, action, or the like, that exhibits such courage or impudence.
Synonyms derring-do , impertinence (3)
Crossref. Syn. effrontery
Similar Words arrogance , hotheadedness {hotheaded} , rudeness {rude} , lip
Related Words courage , temerity

©2002 Wordsmyth

http://www.wordsmyth.net/live/home.php?script=search&matchent=audacity&matchtype=exact

I woke this morning with the thought concerning the measure of audacity.

Most everything can be measured, right?

If I am apprehensive, for example, there may be degrees of apprehension.  For example, the trepidation I feel about going to a haunted house on halloween is probably a whole lot less than that of going into surgery to have my spleen removed.

I know I may be frightened in the haunted house, but rationally I know that it is all in fun.

Not so with the surgery.

So, there are degrees of apprehension.

I suppose it would follow that there can be degrees of audacity.

Notice the synonym list in the definition from Wordsmyth (above) ?

“Presumption”.

Now that has some connotation in the present “focus” on the word.

I believe there is a great deal of presumption going on in B.O.’s “Audacity of Hope”.  I think there is a presumption of hope going on here, and the presumptuousness is creating some rather hopeless-looking situations.

There is a presumption that the hope placed in socialist ideology is going to make what was once a great nation into an even bigger and better nation.  The numbers do not seem to bear that out.

I was educated at the knee of management by results (proof, being in the “taste and texture” of the pudding).

Let’s look at some numbers.  Maybe we can glean some form of measurement from some data (don’t all statisticians and scientists love data?).

These number are taken post-audacity of hope:

  • Unemployment – 8%
  • Stock Market (closing bell, Friday March, 6, 2009)
NASDAQ

NASDAQ

NASDAQ over time

NASDAQ over time

  • Consumer Confidence:

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Here’s one we haven’t heard much about of late –

  • Housing Starts (duh) –

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Did you by any chance take a gander at those “similar” words in the definition above?  Let’s look at a few, shall we?

mettle , recklessness {reckless} , hardihood , balls , spunk , grit , valor , ballsiness {ballsy} , overconfidence {overconfident} , resoluteness {resolute}

Now, what can we deduce when we look at the pudding, tasting the pudding, and then measuring those results against what we set out to achieve prior to the application of audacious cooking prowess in what we had at that earlier date then expected of the pudding?

Audacity begins to look reckless when the pudding tastes like sawmill grit.

It begins to look like overconfidence.  It begins to take on the qualities of those not-so-nice meanings.

Shakespeare asked the question “What’s in a word.”†

It is his contention that it is the characteristics of the item named that lends its name true meaning.  Like the smell of the rose (or the taste of the pudding).

Now it seems patently obvious to me that there must be a sliding scale here.

Teddy Roosevelt’s audacity simply worked for him.  Charging San Juan hill, taking on powerful bankers and power brokers of his day.

He brings about the meanings “grit”, “spunk”, “valor” and “resoluteness” that have a more positive nature.

He charged, and he won, and for it, he is celebrated.

The rose smelled sweet, and the pudding was delectable.  It smelled and tasted like success.

It was a “hit”.

It is most unfortunate that today’s audaciousness does not carry the same effect.

I like the quote from the Bible “Salt, where is thy savor”.

When it loses its saltiness, it is no longer of use as a flavoring.  It becomes only grit (and apparently one that can never regain its flavor – I have the real audacity to hope such is not the case for America).

This is where I think the road diverges.  Teddy had both the savor, and the grit.

The modern meaning is one of grit without any flavor – and it is simply rubbing everybody, raw and leaving a terrible, terrible after-taste.

To be precise:

Juliet:
“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.”

Romeo and Juliet (II, ii, 1-2)

Luke 13:34 King James Bible
“Salt is good: but if the salt have lost his savour, wherewith shall it be seasoned?”

The Valuable and the Invaluable

Over and over the term “value” comes up in Congress’ debate over health care.

No one can argue that anything is more valuable than one’s own right leg, until that is the use of it is weighed against the use of one’s mind.

Lose the brain, and the leg becomes less important.

Such is the nature of economics.

It is said that an item’s worth is measured by what someone else will pay for it.

This begs the question, “of what use is my own right leg to you?”.

If I am helping you carry a piece of furniture, it becomes very important (the two of us need all four legs to carry a sofa).  The same can be said if you apply this concept of work to the economic system on the whole.

We each need what the other brings to the table.

I once had an acquaintance who was paralyzed from the neck down.  She could still use a blow pipe (similar to Steven Hawking, if you’ve seen him) and she could use it to enter data in spreadsheets for companies.  She made her living this way.

She also contributed to the tax system.

She did not need to move furniture, but could earn money to pay the fellow’s legs who did (need to move furniture, that is).

When it comes to health care, how does one measure value?

Would you trade a leg for the knowledge required to manipulate data in a computer with a blowpipe?

If my acquaintance could get her legs (and body) back, I feel more than certain she would trade the blow pipe for the use of her hands.

I do not feel so inclined to put body, heart and soul (literally) on a roullette wheel.

When I was a boy, I would sometimes travel to a resort in Georgia to play golf with my Grandfather.  He had a friend down there who would play with us sometimes – a banker from Canada.

He told us never to allow our government to bring about socialized medicine.  He said that he was on a quota system in Canada (this was 20 years ago) and that to get a procedure to fix a faulty heart that it was a crap shoot.  You were constantly waiting for your number to come up – good, or bad.

You’d either get the procedure, or you would “check out” of this life.

He told us he went to Michigan for all his health care and paid for it out of his own pocket.

Somehow, I just don’t feel comfortable heading South to Mexico.

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In spite of all this, there is some good talk about competition going on in Washington.

Competition would have a grand effect, I believe, on health care.

Doctors might be required to compete with one another for the service they provide.

Think of “pain-free” dentistry.

For once, they have us and our needs in mind.

That is not to say that my other physicians do not do a good job of treating me (they are excellent).

But there is room for improvement where the services are concerned.  The health care system takes on an aire that is similar to what I’ve seen down on the farm.

Herd ’em up, send them through a shoot, keep them waiting in line (or waiting room), lock one in a head-gate (or exam room) and then come in lickety split, and treat them.

The farm animals are subject to a slap on the posterior, but at least they get to go back to the feed lot.

We have to again stand in line and pay for all this indignity.

Granted, it is a trite example, but one can begin to feel like a number.

Compare this to your experience at a five-star restaraunt or a fast food counter.

I think there should be a sliding scale of service in health care.  You get what you are willing to pay for.

If you have a sore throat, go to a clinic.  If you want your heart operated on, go to the Mayo clinic.

But then the question becomes “who pays?”.

The same thing can be said for eateries.

If you have two bucks in your pocket, you can go to the Burger King and get a breakfast sandwich and a cup of java.

If you have a hundred bucks, you can go to a five star and get Eggs Benedict.

Service should be based on economy, and what you most value.

Alternately, you can look at any line at any government “service” outfit and answer the cattle call.

On Prophets and Predictions

You may have heard this morning that a Russian “expert” in the field has predicted the demise of the United States of America next year.

I am reminded of the years leading up to the fall of the Soviet Union (or extreme reorganization).

Our own Central Intelligence Agency predicted its fall ten years from the date of the prediction (it “fell” not long after the report) (1, 2, 3).  An interesting factoid concerning this botched prediction was based on the fact that the CIA may have relied too heavily on Soviet information and data (just look at one of their newspapers (Pravda or TASS) and you can see how “unbiased” they are; you might as well use government-issued press releases).

The point is, propaganda oversells or over-states issues.

That is what propaganda does.

Now where do you suppose this Soviet “expert” would gather his data to conclude that the U.S. will fall next year?

All we have been hearing out of the Democrats and the Obama administration is that we are repeating the Great Depression of the early 30’s and that they are representing the new Roosevelt-doctrine (the “new”, New Deal).

This is the problem with propaganda.  It paints a certain perspective for the entire world.

Let’s break it down a little further.  The latest unemployment stats that I have heard mentioned put us somewhere in the vicinity of seven percent.

Keep in mind – we were running in double digits under the Carter administration (that was the 1970’s; fourteen percent, I “think”).

During the depression years after the 29 stock crash, unemployment was running in the thirty percentile.

Thirty percent !

That is a far-cry difference from this seven percent that we now face – and yet what do we get from Obama?  He screams that we are in the grip of depression and failing by the minute.

He is setting himself up for a self-fulfilling prophesy.  It is his policies that are driving the markets down, not to mention the perception he is creating with his speech.

I am trained in public relations.  We are taught that the best approach to dealing with a sticky situation is to try and present it in as true a light as is possible.

In other words, base your communications on the facts and try your damndest to see that the facts are corroborated by more than one party.

Then have a game plan.  Communicate to the public that there is a problem, that we are aware of the problem (restate it for clarification) and that this is what we are doing to address the problem (again, restate the problem so that everyone understands).

Now it is also important that the problem is legitimate.  Look at the problems with selling the world on global warming and you will see what I mean.  There is no consensus on the subject by experts.  All you hear are the “experts” representing one side of the issue.

What we are not taught to do is manufacture problems.

Believe it or not, in spite of what you have heard about “spin” – we are taught to do what the journalists do not seem to be doing.  We are taught to deal with issues in an above-board fashion.

I believe that it is under-handed to continue down this path of self-destruction.  To continue to paint the situation we now face as a “depression” is as bright and shining a lie as has ever been told by any politician.

The viability of our nation is based on a free and open marketplace.

Men have tried to emulate that freedom in terms of intellect and thought as well (a free and open interhange of ideas).

Now I realize that when approaching a problem, all things must be put on the table.  For example, I understand that the CIA actually has a contingency plan set up in case of an attack upon the United States by Canada.

We all know it is not likely to happen, but we have the game-plan just in case.

We as a nation have built in protections to avoid another financial collapse like the one of the Great Depression.

It is fine to have a plan for that.  Where I have a problem is when a government official continues to panic the entire world with rhetoric, and in so-doing affect the markets in such a terrible fashion.

If you’ve ever read “The Scarlet Pimpernel” you will see that a similar tactic was used in the French market place of the period where the character “whispers” stock information at parties and galas to manipulate the markets.

You can plainly see what an affect it has when a world leader such as our President makes blatant and open remarks (no whispers) about the subject.

This is wholly and completely malevolent, and it is absolutely irresponsible.

The repercussions you can plainly see in the prediciton of this Russian.

Now here is the “other side” of the coin.

Our CIA overestimated the Russians strength prior to their collapse.  What I believe is happening here is that this Russian is underestimating our markets, and he is doing so based on all the rhetoric coming from our President and the Democrats in Congress.

The fact is, we are not in the greatest shape ever, but then again, we are NOT in a depression.

There is a wise quote that states that a man should only be judged by the company he keeps (now, I do know that we shouldn’t judge at all – but I do think we have to use some discernment to avoid running with the devil).

It is tacitly ironic to me that Barack Obama finds an ally in his rhetoric coming from a Soviet “expert”.

One socialist talking about another.

You do the math.

Again With the Threats

This guy is worse than Chicken Little “The Sky is Falling, and the Polar Bears are dying” Al Gore.

Talk about pressure-sales tactics.

He oughtta get an award as used car salesman of the year!

Remember, boys and girls, you may be able to write the check for the down-payment, but if you can’t make them monthly payments, don’t buy the car.

A Repo-man named Chairman Mao is salivating just thinking about “Nationalizing” America as the newest Chinese acquisition.

Now, there is some socialism for you!

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