At What Point Treachery?

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.

Mother Country?
Mother Country? Who is Obama working for?

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).

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!).

Immigration (et, al): A DIATRIBE

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?

Let’s see.

My first thought is (was), that they were puritanical Pilgrims; but wait, what about that Leif Ericson cat?

Now, there was one, righteous-Nordic DUDE (1)

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”.

Well…I’m waiting…

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”.

The basics.

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.

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!

Legal Logos

The “brood”: sunédrion, the pharisee, and the scribe (yikes).

Writers are often deemed as scribes (and all too-often are simply that); so for the purpose of this sojourn, I will try and “rise above” the lowly journalist, log-keeper…scribe.

If you’ll take a moment to remember back during the days of the election of President Obama, there were so many comparisons made to a savior figure.

Logos is defined as the divine word of God Himself…the truth, the way and the light – the absolute stopping point for the buck.

In our earthly realm, it was a “brood of vipers” who brought “justice” on our Lord and Savior through an ethereal form of logos.

They twisted the law, and to coin a Southern colloquialism “whooped up the crowds” into a frenzied state.

To twist the law requires the use of logic, but more a warped sort of logic of the kind practiced by Sophocles (in the form of sophistry).

Sophistry is the art of making plausible, yet fallacious, argumentation.

One example of such logic might be where the Sanhedrin make the claim that Christ should be executed as the result of his “blasphemy” in claiming to “be” God — something that is not, and can not be documented.

What Christ claimed to be was the “son” of God.

The Sanhedrin were able to take one point and essentially incite a crowd to riot through the thin logic and theatrics (rending their clothes, taking on a boisterous aire of righteous indignation).

They brought a man to his death through a twisting of the truth.

Or how about these examples;

“Can a state university’s law review expand its affirmative action program to include special treatment for gay students as well as racial minorities? Does a man have any right to stop his ex-wife from using their frozen embryos to try to get pregnant? Can parents whose daughter is in a vegetative state be prohibited from trying to clone her?”,

or this…

“…should “Splitsville,” a city plagued by residential segregation and failing schools, be permitted to create an all black, all-male career academy, or is the “Ujamaa School” unlawful discrimination?”,

or…

“…one 2003 question describes the state of “Nirvana,” where a gay couple, Richard and Michael, want a child. Would Nirvana’s laws prohibiting gays from paying surrogate mothers or adopting children,” it was asked,  “violate the constitutional guarantees of equal protection and due process?”.

These “hotbutton” issues are designed as legal constructs for first recognizing that there is an issue for which the law “may” apply.

Once the issue is recognized, the leap in logic then looks for a law that may apply.

For example, suppose a law that was implemented for a specific purpose, say,  a rule that was designed to protect against discrimination based on race, creed or color – would it be logical to then to “stretch” that law to include perhaps gender, or choice of reproductive partner?

The issue for me personally is that God’s laws defined precisely how one would go about producing a child.  Birds know it, bees know it, and with the advent of the internet, so does just about everybody else.

In producing that child, you become that child’s Mother of Father.

Pretty obvious law from my perspective.

Reminds me of those who believe they are above laws of physics and could cheat gravity, or somehow grow wings where their arms are supposed to be – kind of delusional, methinks.

So, there is a sophistry that takes place…a “bending” of the law.

Jesus Christ claims to be the son of God, so let’s just stretch that a little and say that he claims to be God Himself.

Where I come from there is a concept called “brass tacks” (or “getting down to brass tacks”).

It is debated about the origin of the concept, but one definition has to do with manila folders used in early days of education, where the papers in these folders were held in place by “brass” tacks that were placed through holes in the papers and then the legs of the tack were bent back to hold the papers in place.

Placing one’s work in such a folder, the brass tack was sort of the final step…it symbolized this completion of the job, and tying all the work together within the folder.

“Getting down to brass tacks,” represented getting down to the essence…the final verse, the last step.

When Christ speaks of God’s law, He speaks of something incontrovertible.  It is that final word, that “brass tack”.

There is no ambiguity, no wiggle room, no sophistry, no vascillation.

I believe that a pale image of this should always be our goal on this side of heaven; to emulate His perfection, His grace, and the elegant absolutes of His Logos.

We should always try and stick to the brass tacks.

In the world of manufacturing and production, it is a widely-known rule that one should always use a tool for, and only for, its intended purpose.

Do not use a screwdriver as a punch, or a wrench as a hammer.

Everything has its intended purpose, and its intended use.

I think the same concept should be applied to both the law, and the truth.

If a law was designated for one purpose, use it for that purpose (don’t stretch it so that it “fits” other “issues”).

If a new law is required, try and make it.  Free country.

Oh, and by the way, I also believe in the concept of keeping an eye on history so one can better understand the present, as well as the future.

The examples used in the offset quotes above were all taken from President Obama’s take-home, open-book, law exams that he administered as a Professor teaching constitutional law at the University of Chicago (click here for the article, and take note of the date; it was written during the Presidential campaign, and before Obama was elected).

“Where have all the jobs gone,

long time passing.

Where have all the corporations gone,

long time away.

Where have all the oil wells gone…

gone to collectivist graveyards, every one.

When will they ever learn?

When will they ever learn?”

One-Sixteenth, of an inch

I am a proud, Freemason.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I believe that this is borne out in current event.

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

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

Grace, is a funny thing.

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

China has shown us grace today.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We can avert that fate!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Come November, vote Republican, and VOTE OFTEN !

The Psychology of the Politic: A Short Treatise

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

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

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

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

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

Consider the plight America finds itself in today.

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

So what would be the “anti-motive” ?

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

What is the “something” more?

Think about this, seriously.

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

Whoa.

Enough about the unions.

However, let us focus on their motivation.

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

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

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

They are this corrupt.

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

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

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

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

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

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

To make his Master happy.

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

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

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

Phoenix Rising (?)

So, we have thefirst hundred days in Presidential politics.

Not that they are the same, other than a notification of a big event, but in basketball, there is the half-time buzzer, and in football, the two-minute warning.

In chess, there is the ticking clock that constantly reminds.

Maybe that is what we need in politics, eh?  A ticking clock (or, how ’bout a ticking atom bomb, since all the rage of late is about Obama’s “Nuclear” option on Health Care – nothing like a mega-dose of radiation to cure what ills ya).

You know, I had a wise, old Mountain man tell me one time to never, EVER, do anything at all under duress.  “The sun will always come up tomorrow,” he would say.

It applies beautifully to used car salesmen, and those folk who try and push time shares and condominiums.

I don’t like high-pressure sales.

There is always an agenda.

Somebody is getting a commission.

It is the one guarantee you can count on.

I think the thing I worry more about than this “Great Health-Care Debate” is what else is going on in the world while this transpires?

You want to see something that works?  Look at the aid that is going out to Haiti.

I attended a concert for Haiti last week in Nashville, and they detailed that good works that take place there.

Young children are being saved from lives of slavery and prostitution by Christians there to help feed, house and school certain children.

Of they detailed the horror stories of those who were working the brothels even now; but there is hope being offered.

Hope.

Now there is a word.

When the prosepect of a nuclear-armed Iran is considered, hope is a pretty big deal.

For example, I hope like hell that team-O realizes that should the radicalized Islamic world attain such a status, there will be nothing holding them back.

I’d hate for the buzzer to buzz, or the two-minute warning to warn…but “hey, Mr. Obama, the chess clock is ticking, so what’s your next move?”.

It is daunting, to say the least, that a giant ego will not accept defeat on a national health care system that really will not amount to a hill of beans should Iran decide to launch an A-bomb.

Giant egos.

I tell you, there is just no room for an ego when the clock is ticking.

Decisive action – now that’s the ticket.

With the ashes of health care being scattered to the four winds, all that they can talk about on Capitol Hill is…health care.

What the hell?

I guess a side-effect of the monumental ego is that one becomes stone-cold deaf.

Well, I’d bet you will hear a nuclear explosion, even through the deafened state brought on by the “preening” of your precious health care system.

Or, maybe not.

Tick, tock.