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).
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!).
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!
The “brood”: sunédrion, the pharisee, and the scribe (yikes).
Writers are often deemed as scribes (and all too-often are simply that); so for the purpose of this sojourn, I will try and “rise above” the lowly journalist, log-keeper…scribe.
If you’ll take a moment to remember back during the days of the election of President Obama, there were so many comparisons made to a savior figure.
Logos is defined as the divine word of God Himself…the truth, the way and the light – the absolute stopping point for the buck.
In our earthly realm, it was a “brood of vipers” who brought “justice” on our Lord and Savior through an ethereal form of logos.
They twisted the law, and to coin a Southern colloquialism “whooped up the crowds” into a frenzied state.
To twist the law requires the use of logic, but more a warped sort of logic of the kind practiced by Sophocles (in the form of sophistry).
Sophistry is the art of making plausible, yet fallacious, argumentation.
One example of such logic might be where the Sanhedrin make the claim that Christ should be executed as the result of his “blasphemy” in claiming to “be” God — something that is not, and can not be documented.
What Christ claimed to be was the “son” of God.
The Sanhedrin were able to take one point and essentially incite a crowd to riot through the thin logic and theatrics (rending their clothes, taking on a boisterous aire of righteous indignation).
They brought a man to his death through a twisting of the truth.
Or how about these examples;
“Can a state university’s law review expand its affirmative action program to include special treatment for gay students as well as racial minorities? Does a man have any right to stop his ex-wife from using their frozen embryos to try to get pregnant? Can parents whose daughter is in a vegetative state be prohibited from trying to clone her?”,
“…should “Splitsville,” a city plagued by residential segregation and failing schools, be permitted to create an all black, all-male career academy, or is the “Ujamaa School” unlawful discrimination?”,
“…one 2003 question describes the state of “Nirvana,” where a gay couple, Richard and Michael, want a child. Would Nirvana’s laws prohibiting gays from paying surrogate mothers or adopting children,” it was asked, “violate the constitutional guarantees of equal protection and due process?”.
These “hotbutton” issues are designed as legal constructs for first recognizing that there is an issue for which the law “may” apply.
Once the issue is recognized, the leap in logic then looks for a law that may apply.
For example, suppose a law that was implemented for a specific purpose, say, a rule that was designed to protect against discrimination based on race, creed or color – would it be logical to then to “stretch” that law to include perhaps gender, or choice of reproductive partner?
The issue for me personally is that God’s laws defined precisely how one would go about producing a child. Birds know it, bees know it, and with the advent of the internet, so does just about everybody else.
In producing that child, you become that child’s Mother of Father.
Pretty obvious law from my perspective.
Reminds me of those who believe they are above laws of physics and could cheat gravity, or somehow grow wings where their arms are supposed to be – kind of delusional, methinks.
So, there is a sophistry that takes place…a “bending” of the law.
Jesus Christ claims to be the son of God, so let’s just stretch that a little and say that he claims to be God Himself.
Where I come from there is a concept called “brass tacks” (or “getting down to brass tacks”).
It is debated about the origin of the concept, but one definition has to do with manila folders used in early days of education, where the papers in these folders were held in place by “brass” tacks that were placed through holes in the papers and then the legs of the tack were bent back to hold the papers in place.
Placing one’s work in such a folder, the brass tack was sort of the final step…it symbolized this completion of the job, and tying all the work together within the folder.
“Getting down to brass tacks,” represented getting down to the essence…the final verse, the last step.
When Christ speaks of God’s law, He speaks of something incontrovertible. It is that final word, that “brass tack”.
There is no ambiguity, no wiggle room, no sophistry, no vascillation.
I believe that a pale image of this should always be our goal on this side of heaven; to emulate His perfection, His grace, and the elegant absolutes of His Logos.
We should always try and stick to the brass tacks.
In the world of manufacturing and production, it is a widely-known rule that one should always use a tool for, and only for, its intended purpose.
Do not use a screwdriver as a punch, or a wrench as a hammer.
Everything has its intended purpose, and its intended use.
I think the same concept should be applied to both the law, and the truth.
If a law was designated for one purpose, use it for that purpose (don’t stretch it so that it “fits” other “issues”).
If a new law is required, try and make it. Free country.
Oh, and by the way, I also believe in the concept of keeping an eye on history so one can better understand the present, as well as the future.
The examples used in the offset quotes above were all taken from President Obama’s take-home, open-book, law exams that he administered as a Professor teaching constitutional law at the University of Chicago (click here for the article, and take note of the date; it was written during the Presidential campaign, and before Obama was elected).
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.
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.
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).
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.
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.
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.
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.
What is it about a society, and I speak of the “sub-societies” within our over-all culture, that causes its members to develop such an incredibly daft sense of self (and that there is nothing beyond the tip of said-self’s proboscis?).
I mean, I do get that the media has a tendency to make certain people feel important or self-important.
Take for instance sports stars, news commentators, rock musicians or some high-falootin’ Hollywood actors.
I understand from wince their egos emanate, but do they not have even an inkling that the whole “facade” that is built by agents, PR specialists and the tinsel-town rumor mills and fluff machines only create an alternate reality that exists only on silver screens, radios and inside their self-important noggins?
Take a look at yourselves.
In the time of Kings and Queens, you’d be jokers. You would be there only for their amusement.
In this day and age, it is the people who have become the King and Queens – governments “of, by and for”; you have become the fop to the disillusioned amusement of the general public.
The awful thing, from my perspective, is that it is not really the actors on the stage who are to blame for playing fiddles while Rome burns, but rather, it is we who are to blame.
In our plastic society, our expectations are that everything is “replaceable” and “renewable”; reality, unfortunately, has a tendency not to work that way.
Think of it like an e-mail for which you have hit the “go” button, and now wish like hell you could re-call it as you really did not mean everything you said, or it somehow makes you look like an idiot (not an altogether difficult task for some).
It is most unfortunate that we can not re-call the ballot switches we pulled back in November (what was it now, an “eternity” ago – back before Capitalism had died and neo-fascism had taken the rein) like an errant e-mail that we “might” be able to catch and re-call within 15 minutes of sending (depending on how your friendly IT guy has set the polling “send” times on the server).
Speaking of capitalism, it ain’t quite completely dead yet, is it?
I mean, when Congress (in its infinite wisdom) (1) has “requested the presence” of the heap, big dog at Toyota, I suppose the fascists in Congress are still working on trying their damndest to prove that taking over American companies in the name of their socialist agenda is a good thing, and independent companies like Toyota are “bad, bad, bad” (does it seem like they are trying to somehow make an apology here too – for re-buidling Japan or something maybe – in our “Western” arrogance?).
Anyhow, if they have to call Toyoda before their witch-hunt tribunal to try and prop up Government Motors, then you know, capitalism’s heart is still beating in the world.
Couple that with the fact that Japan is buying up all our debt from China, and you know for certain who they are placing their money on (GO CONSERVATIVES!!!).
I’ve written endless columns about the pomp, circumstance and arrogance of both this Presidential cabinet, as well as the numb-skulls in charge of this Congress…at what point will any of it get through to them?
The answer – NEVER.
They will never see past their egos, past their over-inflated, monkey-handled imagery, or the fluff created by their “mouthpieces”.
Dear Lord, when the foreign press has begun describing them as the “Chicago Mafia”, you know for certain that we live in times much, much worse than Tamany Hall.
Here is my hope – I hope we see REAL radical change, and we see it damned quick.
It’s not really about the future generations, it is about the here and the now.
On the Death of an Icon
Before ending this piece, I’d like to take one opportunity to extend deepest and most-sincere sympathy to the family of Alexander Haig (1, 2, 3).
I was traveling a while back with my very “soon-to-be” betrothed’s Father, a man for whom I immediately had infinite respect, and great admiration.
It is amazing how there are some people in this world you will come across and instantly be taken aback by the very real respect these individuals carry with them in day-to-day living.
Her Father is just such a man.
He had the extreme good fortune of having worked very closely with Mr. Haig, and in our conversations he kept referring to “Alex”, and at one point I had to exclaim “are you talking about Alexander Haig?”.
This man, who I infinitely respect related to me that Mr. Haig (at the time) “is” one of the bravest men he had ever met (I met her Father at Thanksgiving last year).
This coming from a man who I know, absolutely, to be very, very brave.
Say what you will about Mr. Haig’s political background. I remember, vividly, that phrase that got him into so very much hot water “I am in control”.
I tell you, from where I was sitting, as s young, college student, I was most happy to know that someone had stepped up to the plate and was in control.
There seemed to be much, much confusion at the time and (like now) it seemed no one was “at-the-helm”.
I was very happy to know that I had good reason to have confidence in Mr. Haig (unlike our Congress, and, I suppose, the “enumerated” chain of command layed out by our Constitution (it is unfortunate the Constitution cannot provide any reasonable expectation that any of the men in the line to the throne are actually “competent”).
But I digress (as usual).
Mr. Haig, men of your caliber are sorely missed, and we all mourn your passing.
Here’s hoping that beyond your family, there are those like me who appreciate a brave man always willing to give his all for God and Country.
May you rest in peace, and to borrow from a well-known (to some) passage “and may the God of peace delight to dwell with and bless” you and yours, eternally.
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.
So is life in the computerized world of Bernoulli’s machine (1, 2, 3, 4) – there will be feast once again! You can compute on it.
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.
They think they know what ails us, and none of those poker-playing assholes in Congress really get it (was it poker or solitaire those bastards were playing last week? 1, 2, 3).
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.
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!).