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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).

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.

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 .

To Each His Own…an essay

There is a line from an episode of the 60’s sensational hit TV program “Batman” starring Adam West, that zany and sardonic look at everything kinda alternative, weird and quasi-perverse in the comic-book “kingdom” that I love to repeat.

To each his own, said the woman as she kissed her cow.

Batman probably said it to Robin as the Joker stroked his green beard, or as Burgess Meridith quacked his pointy nose.

The fact is, I’ve always tried to live my life as I feel I must, and leave others to live theirs as they choose.

I once calculated that as long as it did not infringe on my life and liberty, why should I concern myself with the way others live.

At essence, I suppose, I still believe this; but it is getting harder and harder to practice.

It would seem that in this day and age that when the lady kisses her cow, old lady spit mixed with cow-tongue slime somehow catches in the wind and is “blowing” its slobbering ways all over the place.

It’s getting on everybody, and frankly, I’m tired of it.

Oh, I know, the cow-kissing crowd is probably screaming right now “get used to it, you old poo-poo”.

But what if I don’t want to?

Consider Christ

In this day and age, people seem to want to equate Christ’s teachings solely with an “open-ness” to all things around you.

To hear it told, the only way to be a good Christian in the modern age is to “get used to it, you old poo-poo”.

Well, I seem to remember Christ drawing a line in the sand.

Boundaries are important, and respecting them, perhaps, even more so.

So, what constitutes the Christian?

One could, I suppose, reduce it to hand jestures.

Or, perhaps, a “spirit of open-ness”.

I suppose it could be “cooked down” to a friendly hug, or a sympathetic ear.

One might even equate it to sandals and long hair.

Now I myself was taught that being a Christian is defined by your acceptance of Christ as your savior, and beyond that, proclaiming that fact.

Telling the world that you are a Christian.

Now where, pray tell, in that is there a dictum that says I have to “get used to” old-lady-cow slobber getting stuck in my chin hairs?

Now, I can surely ignore the kissing (painfully close to bestiality as it is), but I’m not too fond of the extra (and equally unwelcome) conditioners and moisturizers added to what was once already a luxurious goatee.

Keep the spittle to yourself, and mind the boundaries.

Boundaries

So, on the subject of worship.

Let’s just say, for giggles, that we get all open-minded.

Would it be too obvious to state that melting all our gold and casting a statue of a calf named Baal would be too painfully close to idolatry?

I mean, we are all open-minded about everything, right?

Would it still be Christian if we pretended the cow was sanctified in the holy spirit?

I mean, we are all open-minded, right?

At what point does worship no longer resemble what Christ had in mind?

If two or more of us gather in the name of Baal, is Christ anywhere at hand?

Again, all-too-obvious.

The line in the sand is plain, and so are our Savior’s words…”those who are with me, are with me, and those against me are against me”.

There is no grey area here.

On either side, there is only dust.

But in that line, struck in that sand, there is a solid foundation. It is in that line that the boundary is formed.

When two or more gather in His (Christ’s) name, Christ is there.

So, you see, open-mindedness is not necessarily all it’s cracked up to be.

Now I am still very much interested in letting sleeping lions be…and I’m interested in keeping peace by ignoring what my neighbor does with her barnyard critters (as long as it is kept from the sight of my children – I really don’t want them kissing cattle).

At any rate, I’m thinking better of “to each his own” – there is just too much slobber in the wind.

The Networks of Propaganda

Propaganda.

Syllables: prop-a-gan-da
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pra pE gaen dE

Definition 1. information, allegations, or opinions that are deliberately and methodically disseminated to promote or attack a particular doctrine, movement, nation, or the like.

Now, here is my definition.

I woke up this morning and flipped through the major network’s morning “news” programs.

One was running a story about Michael J. Fox.  You remember him.  He is the actor from “Back to the Future” and some family show on TV about the children of a household run by a father who works for some fictional, PBS-type network (always doing the fund raisers, taking on all the causes in the world – essentially chasing wind mills like Don Quixote).

In Greek mythology, Cronus ate his own children to avoid having them over take him as he had previously done to his own Father, Uranus.

Michael J. Fox supports the use of embryonic stem cells so that he (and others like him) can live and prosper at the expense of aborted babies.  He keeps his “star status” at the expense of the innocents.

Abortion.

Now there’s another country heard from.

Flip the channel, and another of the stellar network news outfits is running a piece about Sarah Palin.

Yeah.

It basically illustrates that she considered an abortion.  That is all that the piece shows.

In your heart, when you watch her (Palin) describing the situation – she was out of town, no one would have known, her husband didn’t even know of the baby’s condition (Down’s), how no one was watching and none would be the wiser – basically mulling the possibility of an abortion…and the whole time I’m watching the piece my heart is screaming “BUT”…

Well, the network news channels does not air the “but I would have known…but GOD would have known”.  They leave it at that and report that Palin admits to considering an abortion.

Just as Cronus preyed on his own offspring, so do the networks prey on all that is good and worthy in this world.

I noticed just yesterday that B.O. had the image of Christ removed from behind him someplace he was giving a speech.

All the children of Cronus were basically the pantheon of Greek gods, the Olympians.  He basically is foiled with Zeus as someone wraps a rock in a blanket when he “thinks” he is consuming Zeus.  Zeus grows and forces Cronus to eject his brothers and sisters.

Too bad it doesn’t work that way in real life.

We could give the heimlic maneuver to Michael Fox and all the other abortionists and have them cough up all the children they have consumed to treat their diseases.

The problem is, there is no cure for this disease.  They covet life itself, and they don’t care who they kill to sustain it.

I guess I can still quote Christ, even though He is being removed from the presence of our public officials…”suffer unto the little children, let them come unto me”.

It is here that I find my hope, not in Obama or the network news channels that support him through their very real propaganda.

If you are interested, here is the story that runs in one of the online papers this morning about Palin’s REAL message, as opposed to the one network news chose to run.

I’ve seen how dictionaries define propaganda.

I define mine as anything you see on ABC, CBS, NBC (or anyone else who supports Obama, abortion, or the removal of Christ from our lives).

Break Out the Tar…

…but don’t bother with the feathers.

Looks like the chickens are already wearing them (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7).

Here we are in the midst of multiple wars on multiple fronts, and it is looking very much like the war on the homefront may perk up to be the most heated.

Here we are on this “tea day” (every day for me…I’m having a cup every morning to go along with my extreme penchant for right-leaning stripes on my conservative neckties, pro-right bumper stickers on my pick-em-up truck, cartridges that are loaded in the “right” manner in all my guns, and proceeding with great caution in making the “right” interpretations of my bible studies).

On that last one, I figure anyone who is trying to sway my thinking on what I read in the good book, is probably all wrong (for why else would they have a position to defend when the good book already tells the whole truth, and nothing but the truth)?  I can read, and I do not need any convincing, so stow the persuasions to follow YOUR interpretations (I have my own, and they are based solely in my faith).

Same holds for my constitution, and I am righteously indignant over any who try and convince me that my interpretations are all wrong.  I have the right to keep, AND BEAR, arms, for example, and that right should be un-infringed along with my right to free speech here on my blog.

My prayer on this day is that the tea parties proceed with positive results, and I truly hope no one gets hurt.

But I can tell you, in no uncertain terms, I am deeply offended by a Federal government that would time such communiques as the one’s that hit the papers yesterday concerning right-wing extremism.

First the left branded us as Nazis (a total and complete fabrication on their parts as I have stated before, ‘Nazi” translates to “National Socialist”, something the jack-booted thugs on the left more closely resemble than we Republicans).

Next they try and call us cheats, as with Ollie North and Reagan.  Then their mantra is “Bush lied, people died”.

Of course, they are squeaky clean as evidenced by all the tax frauds and real estate scandals that define the Obama administration.

In truth, we are seeing as pure evidence in the newspapers who the “thugs” really are.

They are the people brandishing the labels, calling us names and all the while, persecuting.

What kinds of idiots do they think we are?  They brand us the enemy, when all about them, the world is barking at their door.

Pirates in Somalia, who knows what in Afghanistan, and then with the Iranians, N. Koreans and even, yes, the Iraqi’s (there have been grumbles that things may not be so, so rosey there as Obama and his gang of thugs would like for us to believe).

And what is the response of our “leadership” ?

They begin to get all paranoid and turn their attention internally.

It is their policies of thuggery that are leading to this.

And this is what they deem as intelligent leadership?

My Lord, next they will begin pointing fingers and persecuting their own ranks.

What a pathetic lot.

To tar and feather them would be nothing more than making characiture of what is already a parody of something that might otherwise pass for real leadership.

In truth, the chickens are preparing a roost while all the roosters are out there strutting their stuff.  After all, when the game is up, they will have to have some place to hide.  Maybe in Superman’s cape (how’s the song go about pulling masks and spittin’ in the wind?).

Yeah, well, he don’t look like no “Jim” to me, but on review of the song, look what happened to poor, old Jimmy.  Yikes! Now there is a real reminder about over-blown chest puffing if I’ve ever heard one.

After all, these proud peacocks will have to have some place to lay their heads once everyone remembers that in spite of all the posturing, they are really nothing more than chickens.

The Camaraderie of Dreams

You know dreams are a double-edged sword.

Flowing in one direction, the sword cuts a swathe out to the front in a gallant acts of bravery; in the other, it results only in suicide.

One must therefore use extreme care in the art of sword-wielding.

In the West we have “fictionalized and glamorized” what we perceived as a “sacrificial” rite of that nation of the “divine wind” – that of “hara kiri” (Hollywood gets it wrong on all counts (as usual), pronouncing it “hair-ee cair-ee” and touting it as something practiced by warriors who failed in their missions, rather than the truth that it was something bound for disgraced politicians).

I awoke this Sunday morning thinking about the death of dreams.

I’ve never had much use for dreamers and dreaming myself.  Oh, sure, I have some – but I’ve always tried to stay grounded in reality.

For instance, right now I am dreaming of what to do about this hunger in my belly.

Now, quick as I finish this article, that dream is going to become actualized.

I’ll cook breakfast, and fill my aching gut (like it needs any ‘filling’).

There is a lesson in that.  Over-feed a dream, and it turns to fat.

That’s why, for me anyway, it is so important to live not in what might be, but in “what is”.

Back to that sword analogy, when you are waving it out in front of you, it can clear a path for you on the open battlefield, but when you consider the case of Leonidas at Thermopylae where he faced an enemy legion at a bottle-neck that lie between a steep cliff and the sea (literally between a rock and a hard, place), it takes on a different connotation.

The fallen enemy stacked like cord wood and blocked any hope of forward advancement.

Such is life when you have narrowed your options, or applied local “rules” to the entire universe (they don’t always apply in every situation).

But he did achieve the objectives of stalling the enemy, as well as thinning the legion.  He also actualized his own demise (and given that he knew this, he also knew it would be his end).

Could one then call this a “proper” suicide?

The Japanese leaders who committed it, did so in disgrace.

Leonidas dies in a pitched battle to protect his own.

Both are equally dead, and both had “knowledge and afore-thought” to venture into legalese.

Did you know that in our legal system, it is considered homicide because one who commits it is “murdering oneself”.  Plug that scenario into a detective show.  I can see it now…”what was his motive”, “well hollyweird officer, it looks like he wanted to kill himself”.

This truly a dark subject for such a beautiful morning.

You know, the Japanese fought under the banner of the rising sun.  I took note this morning of a lovely sunrise over the hills of my home.

Rather than get all poetic about everything, I think I’ll just go make that breakfast I’ve been dreaming about.  I’ll do like the bible says, live in the moment, and trust that the meals will come again, just as that sunrise.

Of course, it is hard to forget that there is another dreamer who also wields a sword; an ambitious dreamer who only this morning took a swipe at that rising sun.

And now the response is to rely on Ronald Reagan’s “dream” (a vision, really – based on insight and preparedness – not on poetry).

To quote my childhood hero, Bugs Bunny, “Ain’t it ironic”.

So, you see, I’ve never really been too awfully cozey with dreams and dreamers.

I guess it is ok to dream, but my belly is telling me to get off my arse and actualize this one over a hot stove and the reward that comes from the effort.

Here’s to dreaming, California (how do you like your peace now, hippies?).

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?”

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