Wednesday, February 15, 2017

The Logger Blogger

Image result for logging cartoonBlogging, like other forms of communication, not related to face to face exchanges, has a tendency to wither your sense of perspective.  The blogger, and in this case me, could be swayed by the very dribble I pronounce, not that, that would ever happen, but it is a possibility.  Blogging like logging requires a singleness in motivation.  


Loggers see trees.   They see big trees and little trees, diseased and healthy trees. They see trees of all kinds.  But primarily they see trees that are on their list to be cut and hewn down, processed and shipped to homeowners like me, a simple blogger.  


If I were a logger and not a blogger, I would enjoy the outdoors, the smell of the great pines and various hardwoods that are grown to be cut down.  I would enjoy driving and bouncing on the rudimentary logging roads that snake through the backwoods and rural areas of America.  My life would be fairly simple in that my goal each day would be to check my saw, make sure it was filled with oil, check my chain to make sure it was up to the task and start cutting.  I’m sure there is more to it than that but I am not a logger, I’m a blogger.


As a blogger, I also enjoy the outdoors but while I’m blogging I am mostly indoors, wishing I could roam the great outdoors and smell the pines and various hardwoods, but alas, there are only a few trees in my neck of the woods, actually no woods at all really only urban sprawl.  I also enjoy snaking through the back roads of Wine country (yes we have a place called Wine country) but we have no logging roads only rabbit trails and their much too small to safely drive my Mercedes.


The real differences between a blogger and a logger are,  they have the ability to thin the forest by actually cutting down those trees that need to be cut.  As a blogger I can only hope that my words cut deep into the souls of men, helping them see the errors of their ways.  Loggers are able to see the results of their work at the end of each day.  Bloggers have to judge their effectiveness by the number of comments and readers generated, with no real discernable gauge of success.


One of the past issues with logging was their willingness to clear an entire mountainside, leaving nothing behind but forgotten stumps where the trees used to be.  This process of clear cutting has been mostly replaced with select cutting, where the loggers chose select trees to cut leaving about a third of the crop (yes it is a crop) alone to continue growing.  This process takes longer, is more costly and requires more time, raising the cost of lumber but environmentally it is preferable.  It also required more thought and more planning, with less waste and better wood supposedly.  But the last time I was was at large Box store all I noticed was marginal quality for a high price.


It’s too bad we cannot select cut our politicians.  Even better perhaps would be an ability to select cut the thousands upon thousands of bureaucrats that have been in place since the Clinton years.  These career politicians are not elected but because of their ideology, they create difficulties for the politicians, who are elected and accountable.  


Some would quantify these bureaucratic employees as working within a shadow government, still keenly devoted to past leaders, with no real intent to follow the admonitions of the new leader.   “President Donald Trump dismissed acting Attorney General Sally Yates on Monday night after she ordered government lawyers not to defend his executive order on refugees.” http://www.infowars.com/

An order that I wish to mention was 100% constitutional and legal.


Whether you agree or not, is not a consideration.  Yates was Trumps acting Attorney General and had the obligation to perform her duties or to quit, not to countermand the orders given by the President.  You may say that what she did was right and courageous but that was not a choice she should have made.  Her only choice was to quit or obey.  After quitting she could have held a press conference or done a number of things to show her displeasure but she was obligated, by virtue of her role in the government to do as she was instructed.  


It would be like a logger choosing not to cut down the selected trees because he or she (don't want to offend those that are easily offended by sexual innuendo) had recently decided to become an environmentalist and activist.  Sure he/she could easily not do as he/she was told but he/she would be fired, as Yates was because she had told her employees not to follow the rules set by her boss, the President, that is anarchy.


Merriam-Webster defines Anarchy as a:  absence of government b:  a state of lawlessness or political disorder due to the absence of governmental authority c:  a utopian society of individuals who enjoy complete freedom without government. (good luck on that last one)


What kind of government would we have if all our shadow leaders did as Yates did?  The impending chaos would literally destroy the rule of law.  Good or bad laws are designed for our benefit.  I am the first to admit that many of our laws are counterproductive with some that are downright destructive to economic growth, health, and free enterprise, I will also admit that there needs to be a balance between the many voices that proclaim whatever they want to proclaim.


In the old days, there used to be individual loggers, there were no bloggers, except for the tavern storytellers, spinning a yarn or two for a free drink or food.  These loggers were on their own, quietly moving into the forest and cutting a tree or two to build a house or a fence.  Logging was, mostly an individual endeavor.  As society grew so did the demand for wood and wood products and so did the need for laws for those loggers.


We need laws, not all of them, however.  We need rules and we need people who define those rules.  We need government, not all of it, however.  We need people who define that government and who can be trusted to do as they are told to do.

Whether you're a logger or a blogger, we all live together and togetherness demands that we accept and live by certain laws.  If you don’t like the rules, you're welcome to change them but only within the rules that have been outlined to do so.   

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Sunday, February 12, 2017

The Politics of War

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Politics is really nothing more than war with words.  Carl von Clausewitz wrote a book, On War, where he said, War is the continuation of politics by other means.“  I would recommend this book but be prepared to read over 700 pages.  I have yet to finish the book, and often misplace it, on purpose.  That may be a subconscious choice to assist in my true measure of avoidance.  The topic, however, is of great interest to me, having read The Book of the Five Rings, by Miyamoto Musashi and the before mentioned The Art of War, by Sun Tzu, as well as the Prince by Machiavelli.

The topic of war and it's less violent cousin, politics, has always intrigued me.  War to some can be summed up as individual duals, all taking place at the same time.  Those thoughts were from Clausewitz, helping all of us to understand the progression toward war and hopefully giving us the means to scale back our political battles, that left unchecked would result in all out war.

I remember a fight I had with my older brother.  It’s hard now to remember what the fight was over but I do recall it had something to do with a Frisbee.  Either I was inept at my attempts to throw the toy or my brother was totally impatient with having to move to retrieve my errant throws.  Regardless of the reasons for the war, we were fully engaged in hand to hand combat.  

It started with words, politics, and soon exploded into war, me the younger and more agile and my brother, stronger and the more experienced fighter.  I somehow encircled his neck with my arm and put him in a vise-like headlock.  The vise-like comment is my attempt to make me look good.  But that’s how it ended, with me squeezing his neck, not choking, I understood the difference from a few years in Judo and really did not want to “choke him out”, I wanted to subdue him and take away his desire for war.

Just like politics, we started with words and those words turned to violence.  Our mutual goals were to subdue the other and I just happened to be able to prevent him from subduing me, a very good thing for me.  

Politics is not always an individual endeavor and its consequences are often just as disruptive as war, but without the physical destruction.   War, in like measure is not always a battle among armies and does not have to be destructive.  The great, ancient Captain Sun Tzu said,  The Supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting”.  This is all well and good but the objective of war is “The ultimate military purpose of war is the destruction of the enemy's ability to fight and will to fight”  As quoted from the United States objective on war.

When combined with other objectives, and I must point out that no one  agrees on what those objectives of war should be, but on reflection of why we go to war and why we send our men and women to die, that objective should be to minimize our enemies efforts to wage war against us and remove their ability to make war and sustain a war, not simply be subject to another's desire for power and control

As a country, you either protect your citizens or you do not.   Many countries sidestep this decision through the treaty process, relying upon larger, more influential countries to shoulder the burden of defense.  The United States is a perfect example of providing those services to smaller, less able countries like Japan, or South Korea and many others who are dependent on the resources of the US and its military might.  

What would happen in the world if the US decided to not offer protection?  What would those countries enemies be able to do without the United States standing by their side?  The smaller, more vulnerable countries would be swallowed up and lost to the stronger and less scrupulous nations.  Remember the USSR? There is some controversy in how and who we protect and support and in the past poor decisions have resulted in disastrous results but the premise of protecting those who cannot is still a good one, despite those past issues.

There are those who maintain a view that all war is bad and all war should be avoided at all cost, never really considering the alternatives to being attacked or the need for someone to fill the role of protector for those who cannot protect themselves.  Often asked, “If not us, then who?”  Should we allow Russia or China to take its turn as the world's police, and If we were so naive, what results would be forthcoming?

Then there are those who espouse a life of lawlessness, the anarchist who seem to despise all laws, only willing to live by self-imposed rules.  They fail to understand the basic principle that freedom is a result of obeying specific laws.  The absence of law and order does not equate to freedom only a society devoid of laws, subjecting all to its tyranny and subjugation, with exception of those very few who through power, intimidation and terror control all the others….NO freedom, NO choices and NO justice.

Society should be balanced to support the rights and privileges of all, not just those who scream the loudest or cause the most damage.  When laws are devoid of equal justice they are without justice entirely, leaving those who are not deemed equal without the protection of those laws.

From politics to war and from injustice to anarchy, we, our society, is at the mercy of our unwillingness to establish societal standards that demand compliance.  Not unlike managing a classroom, when a teacher fails to demand respect the class becomes unmanageable and unruly.  Lessons prepared are ineffective, students are disruptive and the consequences of poor behavior are not enforced, further supporting that poor behavior.  Learning is lost.  

School districts are more concerned about how everyone feels, forsaking the needed role of educators and the need to teach proper behaviors and respect to the rule of law.  Students are allowed to rule the roost, destroying the academic opportunities within many of this country's schools.  School classes are at war with their teachers and teachers are at war with the districts.

As another example, President Trump has been forced to rethink his immigration ban, not because it was unconstitutional but because of the petulant outcry against that executive order, an order that was done in the past by multiple presidents to balance and protect this country.  Those demonstrators, those voices are nothing more than ill-mannered children looking to force their way, regardless of the rule of law, and in spite of the needs of the many.  For too long, like the example of the classroom, the government has failed to manage its affairs equitably and the result is inequitable behavior by large sections of our society.  

Who’s to blame?  Government to some degree.  Parents are also to blame,  But mostly the blame falls on the permissive society where everything is considered valid.  There are no truths, no standards, and no winners or losers.  War may be the result if politics continues to fail and the words of our politicians, most of them, continue to be nothing but self-serving, air filled fluff.  

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Thursday, February 9, 2017

Run with the Devil

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Seeing my youngest daughter atop a horse brought back many memories of my own pre-teen years.  I was not even close to being as beautiful or as graceful, but I loved to ride.  My horses of the past were mostly, mangy, middle-class stock, Quarter horses mostly.  They were raised for the brush and rock of middle Mexico but when I was riding my life took on an ethereal feel of peace and completeness.  I was a prince of some forgotten kingdom and I was riding the prized stallions of the realm.  Don't laugh I was 10, I think.

My Grandfather was a cattle rancher, deep in the interior of Mexico.  Durango in the 60’s was a rough and unforgiving place with many men carrying pistols and brandishing rifles.  Unlike my daughter's riding lessons, I was unceremoniously lifted on a horse named Diablo and told to hang on.  I wanted off this flea bitten, crazy-eyed monster but all I heard was “Estaras Bien hombrecito”  “you’ll be fine little man”.  

My daughter has the grace and lines of a true Dressage aficionado.  Her long legs, her straight back, and slender build only accentuate the beauty and functionality of the perfect lines of her steed below.  I was a slouch, a servant of ill repute in comparison.  But I rode and I rode well.  

Diablo was well named.  When they plopped me on his back and into an ill-fitting saddle they never told me he didn’t like the rain.  After a few nervous minutes waiting to be thrown the horse settled down and I was actually able to ride.  My stirrups were too short for my lengthy frame, the padding on the split, Mexican style, wood saddle was non-existent.  This particular saddle was mostly made of wood and sat high on the horse's back.  The blankets that protected the horse were course, smelly and tattered but apparently, the horse didn’t care, unless his mood was a result of the saddle and not his innate disposition.

The smiling Mexicans with their silver-lined teeth slapped the nag hard on its rump and laughed as he bolted away with me barely holding on, my hands gripping the overly large saddle horn for dear life.  The galloping was easy, and I soon fell into the natural rhythm of the horse's gate.  It was when Diablo started to trot that I became worried.

They taught my daughter to post, stepping into the stirrups, using her legs to minimize the ups and downs and save her butt and tailbone in the process.  I learned the hard way and that never included knowing how to mitigate those jarring motions atop the back of a slowly moving horse. I learned enough to understand that standing a little reduced the teeth chattering effects.  To this day I ride like a cowboy, loose and free, using my legs and ankles to absorb the shock generated by the horse's trot.  Each horse is different but the pattern is much the same.

Learning to post is great but what happens when you’re stuck on your horse all day?  Posting is tiring and impossible to maintain for long periods of time.  Cowboys stayed in their saddles from sun up to sun down and needed to ride with their horse not simply on it.  

Western riders have to accommodate the individual horse they are on and in essence become one with the horse.  English style demands that you negotiate your horse's gate by developing a gate of your own while attempting to look good.  

When the rain started it was just a sprinkle but to Diablo, any rain was too much rain.  Just when I thought I was getting a hang of the “riding” process a few drops hit his face and the whole world ended.  As quickly as we started, with the cowhands slapping his rump, Diablo stopped and for a split second, I was still, no movement.  

His first jump was only a small shudder but I didn’t understand so thought nothing of what was about to happen.  Within two seconds he was in full on buck, and I was literally holding on for my life.  He was vaulting and twisting, swaying his head violently and kicking his legs, arching his back and it seemed to me doing all at once.  I still had no idea why this was happening but there I was sitting atop this mad, possessed horse, desperately trying not to die.

I had been so enthralled with the galloping that I had no idea of the other riders presence, but I could hear their whooping and hollering as I managed to stay on.  With each swivel or twist, I could feel my body being pushed by the centrifugal force willing me to fly off.  Truth be told, I have no idea how I stayed on.

The rain never really came and it ended a few seconds after it started,  I never got wet and no I didn’t pee my pants.  Here I was maybe 10 or 12 sitting atop a crazed, possessed animal and all I can think about was not peeing my pants.  

Diablo quickly stopped bucking and returned to normal, standing quietly as if nothing had happened.  For me the entire world was on fire, my butt was killing me, my legs were raw from holding on and my brain hurt from being jarred and slammed against my skull.  I immediately jumped off the horse and did so in such a fantastic way that the other riders began whooping and hollering again.  For me I was infused with adrenalin, and the fight or flight reaction to stress caused me to run or in this case jump and I did, lifting my right leg over the front of the saddle and kind of falling off but when I was done I was still standing, making the others think I had done it on purpose.  

I did get back on Diablo, but only after the vaqueros grabbed their little Gringo, Me, and gave me a round of slaps on my back and somehow there I was again, sitting back on top of the insane horse.

My Grandfather did find out what had happened and asked me directly if I wanted those riders who obviously played a joke on the poor little white kid, fired or reprimanded, I didn’t know what reprimanded meant so I said no and that was that.  But every time I walked down to the slaughter house I was greeted with respect and kindness, again I didn’t really understand but I was happy and I had made friends who asked me to ride often in the days that followed, but never on Diablo who was by the way penned near a dog that was most assuredly rabid from rabies or was just as insane as the horse.

What has all this to do with Politics?  Nothing really, except that real life must go on, despite the issues that seem to overtake us and consume our every thought.  There is more to life than what the media would suggest, don’t you think?

Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Be True

Image result for be yourself cartoonI think it’s my age that makes me feel the way I do.  I’m not talking hormonally changed, but a deep and disturbing realization of what we are becoming and the helplessness that sits deep within my gut, telling me to be prepared.  It’s a feeling like the hand of death, as it brushes by leaving a scar of remembrance so profound and ugly that you are disfigured for life;  still alive, but burdened with a never ending memory of what is to come.

For just a few minutes this morning, I watched the opening scenes of the 1993 movie, Class of 61.  It is not the best movie on the civil war but it did have an impact on me as it outlined the terrible division that separated this country for what seemed like a purely selfish endeavor.  But after deeper consideration and an attempt at empathy, on my part, I realized that the struggles of the South were just as real, just as important and just as emotional as those of the North.  

This is not a judgment of what was right or what was wrong.  At the time and for those involved there was only right and each side, both the North and the South knew without a doubt that they were right.  You can argue, you can disagree but the Southerners who seceded did so because they believed in their cause.  Belief is perhaps the most powerful emotion, it drives men and women to live beyond their senses, it motivates armies to fight and die, it drives humanity toward lives of purity and selflessness and the opposite as well, it drove the Southern states to war.

There is no fact, no supposed truth, nor argument to sway those who truly believe in a particular cause, even if that cause is to disrupt the beliefs of others, there is, however, a belief in action and that belief is their conscious choice.  It motivates, it drives, it inspires and it controls the very soul and persona into action and into the Hell or Heaven of each individual mindset, leaving logic and truth eating the dust of its advances or retreat.  

No one really knows if we’re heading into a new civil war or what the impetus will be for that conflict, nor the severity if any such conflict materializes but we can be assured that if we do nothing to stem the tide of this growing discontent than we will be subject to the consequences of our inaction.  The North of Lincoln’s day tried and failed, but they tried and finagled, legislated, negotiated and finally determined that war was inevitable.  When the shots at Fort Sumter rang out the options for diplomacy was in the past.  The first major Battle of Bull Run was the beginning and on July 21, 1861, our nation was at war with itself.

The forces of today are different but their beliefs, although different than the past, still constitutes a serious threat to our national union.  This may be a war simply over rhetoric and semantics, resolving without the serious loss of life but the consequences to one side over the other will still demand a sacrifice of those beliefs.

I am not trying to marginalize my beliefs, my standards, nor the constitutional framework that has served us so well.  I am trying to help us all to understand that these differences are similar to the differences fought during our Civil War, with the associated risks, damage and loss of life.  When we view our beliefs, our standards and our presumptions we must also accept the reality of the other side doing the same.   

I may believe I am right, with the desire to fight for those beliefs but it has also been shown that the other side, whoever that is and whatever their beliefs are, they have shown a willingness to do the same.  Like all war, the perception of evil against the enemy is absolute with very little common ground.  They view us the same as we view them.

This does not mean we forsake our beliefs, nor acquiesce to their demands but like Sun Tzu preached  we need to understand that Supreme excellence consists of breaking the enemy's resistance without fighting.”

Our enemies understand this principle and attack our resolve every day, knowing that breaking that resolve is nothing more than inundating us with their words, their ideas and their threats, with a constant, never ending barrage of violence, protests, and accusations.  They understand that most of us will fall and will succumb to those negative actions, also knowing that when we fall we need not join them.  All they need from us is our unwillingness to fight, to stand our strong and simply go home.  

Sun Tzu also said, “Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first and then seek to win”.  Have we decided what we believe?  Do we know what we believe?  What are we fighting for and for whom are we fighting?  Another great leader, Captain Moroni, did the following:  ...he rent his coat; and he took a piece thereof, and wrote upon it—In memory of our God, our religion, and freedom, and our peace, our wives, and our children—and he fastened it upon the end of a pole...And he called it the Title of Liberty.”

“This above all: to thine own self-be true
And it must follow, as the night the day
Thou canst not then be false to any man/Farewell, my blessing season this in thee!”

Sunday, February 5, 2017

The Ride of a Lifetime

Image result for bike ride through life cartoonWe are at a crossroads.  We are at a serious divide in our Humanity.  We are at the precipice between goodness and hatred.  This separation is real and is not simply my imagination.  The entire world is splitting apart, with very little variation in between the fractured separation.  Light and dark, up or down, cold or hot, rich or poor, the good vs the evil.  


We have the anarchist, the progressives, the liberals, we have the conservatives, the law abiding and the constitutionalist all vying for power, and all vying for control, neither it seems able to reach the other sides with any sustainable progress or understanding. Based on current world demonstrations and similar events in the US one would think that the entire world has gone insane.


There is hope as I have recently discovered.  Yesterday morning I went with my family to the beach in Oceanside California.  It was a beautiful clear day.  The temperature hovered around a perfect 71 degrees with a slight breeze coming from the ocean.  


We rented four bikes to ride over the San Luis Rey Trail, for me and my age, it was a perfect outing.  As we slowly rode our beach cruisers over this picturesque trail we passed many others doing exactly the same.  I didn’t take the opportunity to talk to many, and most were more concerned with their individual fitness goals to even look our way but in the process of riding we passed others that were riding, never concerning ourselves with the politics of the day.  


I have no idea who was a Trump supporter or who was not, who among them were Democrats or Republicans.  There were many with high end, expensive bikes and many with marginal rides, like the ones we rented.  There were those who were obviously struggling financially, using the bike trail and their own bikes as their sole means of transportation, leading me to believe (without evidence) that our commonality was based on our desire to use that pathway.


Along the path we passed a small airport that was shuttling jumpers that were descended in horrifying speed to a final stalled and spectacular landing.  We road passed the flowing San Luis Rey River with it’s protected green area filled with trees and birds of all kinds.   But it wasn’t the beauty of the area, it was the people, we were all engaged, preoccupied and moving toward a destination.  Our goals were different, our purposes different and our outcomes were different but in the process we all agreed.


We may not have known that we agreed or even considered there was an issue but as we rode  our little bikes and enjoyed the area we were actually one; leading me to the conclusion that their is a way to work together, evan under the most extreme conditions.  


There were no riots, no altercations, even when there was cause.  My daughter had an accident while riding, she crossed the line into the path of oncoming bike traffic and collided with another rider.  I stopped, the other father stopped, I apologized, my daughter held back her tears, the young man she collided with was mostly unhurt and we all went our way.  NO riot, NO name calling, NO blame, just understanding and a bit of compassion over the incident.


I know this is a simplistic look at what life could be, but it is what life could be if we all realize our commonality and our desire for life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.  Even though those words are ensconced in our Constitution's Preamble they are a universal promise to all and a guide to all that when we work together we can truly accomplish great things.  


I also know that there are times when people must rise up to rebalance the imbalance imposed by governments and leaders but in that process, We the People should never forget, We Are the People and it is We who should work together by finding our commonality and strength.  It is ours to mold and either strengthen or destroy.  

Outside forces, manipulate our life’s journey and disrupt our ability to enjoy our ride, with our families. We the People should never be saddled with a pre-ponderous levels of external manipulation, nor an over abundance of internal emotions, like hate, or anger that disrupt our ability to see and think clearly.  We are the People, let’s act like it and regain our lives, our freedoms and our liberties.  

Thursday, February 2, 2017

Migraine Migration...

Image result for immigration cartoonThere is a statistic that is undeniable:  As reported from the Migrations policy institute the percent of immigrants now residing in the US has stayed consistent.  Even though the numbers of immigrants have risen sharply in recent years the percent of the immigrant population in the US has remained around 12%.


Regardless of your personal opinion regarding immigration the United States has been able to sustain a fairly consistent balance of those immigrating and those naturally born.  From a high in 1890 of 14.8% to the low in 1970 of 4.7 the range of immigrants allowed overall has never exceeded 15%.   Even today with all the demonstrations and all the arguments, the controversy over a “ban” or “pause” the total numbers of immigrants still fall within the National norm of past performance.  


The politics surrounding these demonstrations and the rhetoric of abuse is simply untrue and uncalled for.  Past Presidents have done similar and more extensive and exclusive bans brought on by past political pressures, societal concerns and economic needs:


  • May 6th, 1882, Chester A Arthur banned the Chinese to protect American workers.


  • WWII, 1939, Franklin Roosevelt bans Jewish immigration from Germany and reduces the total immigration of German Jews to 26,000 a year.  This ban resulted in approximately 200 Jews being put to death as a result of their forced return.
  • March 3, 1903, The Anarchist Exclusion Act banned anarchists and others deemed to be political extremists from entering the US.  This act was set into motion by the assassination of President William McKinley in 1901.
  • August 23, 1950, The communist ban.
  • April 7, 1980, President Jimmy Carter bans all Iranians from immigrating to the US.
  • 1987, Ronald Reagan, through the Senator Jesse Helms amendment, ban’s AIDS victims from immigrating to the US.

There are more examples of immigration bans instituted by virtually every president including Obama, both Bushes, and Clinton but for some reason when Trump does what others did he is a racist, a bigot and the worst human rights violator since Mao Zedong who killed more people than Hitler and Stalin combined.  


I can understand the need for hyperbole when trying to make a salient point but when there is no basis in fact then that hyperbole is simply a biased exaggeration and a complete lie in all regards.  What troubles me the most is the lengths the left will go to demean and discredit without regard to the obvious facts in evidence.  


The recent arguments regarding “fake news”  have to some been an eye-opening revelation about the nature of our “free and open press”, helping millions find their voice in the muddy river of lies and untruths.  These forgotten voters rose up and voted, giving Trump the nod of acceptance.  But now that same press that vilifies and marginalizes instead of simple reporting is fighting back, attempting to regain their position as the singular purveyors of this information age.


Similar in some regards to the quote by Admiral Isoroku Yamamoto regarding the 1941 attack on Pearl Harbor I fear all we have done is to awaken a sleeping giant and fill him with a terrible resolve.” Those forgotten Americans have risen to the challenge of their own Pearl Harbor and cannot be silenced, diverted nor marginalized by those who refuse to listen to reason, accept the truth and forsake their attempts to reshape America into something un-American.

Since when is it alright to resort to hateful demonstrations to further a cause of peace?  The answer is never if peace is the goal.  Those that hate will utilize hate and anger in their actions, their speech, and their writings, they’re easy to spot.  Gandhi proved that peaceful demonstrations could cripple an empire.  Demonstrate peacefully, keep your rhetoric civil, stop rioting and maybe someone will start to listen.  

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

A rule of law, not lawless rule.

Image result for constitution cartoonI hate to be the one to wail on a dead horse (keeping in mind that I love horses and would never really beat a dead horse, or a live one for that matter) but the subject of this idiom is particularly germane to the topic of the current childish but disruptive antics of the democrats.  Like a child who was told “No”, with the result of a childish tantrum of screaming, kicking and endless crying and tears.


It must be acknowledged that in the past, the democrat's stubborn antics did result in some changes but it must also be understood that the fictional parents of that child were weak and ill prepared for the tantrum that ensued.  Today there is a guy named Trump who really doesn't care what others think and who is more than willing to let the child scream, kick and cry to its heart's content.


This country has gone from one extreme to the other.  For eight years conservatives have had to deal with Obama who was bent on fundamentally transforming the United States of America”.  The conservatives did not demonstrate, en mass did not speak of bombing or killing or in any other inappropriate manner to suggest anything close to what the democrats are doing now with President Donald Trump.  The democrats were upset after eight years of Bush, in some ways so was I, but the tale of how we deal with the opposition tells more about us, it does about them and in this case, their story is well known and disturbing.  


The demonstrations and the sit-ins, the airport blockages and the freeway stoppages nothing will effect what Trump is planning and nothing it seems will sway his mind away from what he believes is right.  I get the distinct impression that Donald Trump doesn’t care if he is electable in four years or not, he knows he is president now.   His agenda is set, his plans are made and his process is decided.  So the bottom line is no matter what the democrats do Trump knows he has the power now to do what he has to do.


No one knows how long the republicans will continue to toe the line and allow him carte blanche, but for now (it has only been a week for heaven's sake) he has the reigns and he will continue to do what he wants to do.  There will most likely be a time in the near future that causes Trump some concern, a time when the republicans lose their resolve and buckle under the constant media pressure and call for change, but I doubt Trump will be swayed.  If anything it will be the general republican house and senate that will shy away and blink, more afraid of what those mealy-mouthed media monsters will say or do than remembering what is important for America.  


Case in point:  When Trump nominated Judge Neil M. Gorsuch he chose a sitting federal appeals court justice to take the vacated seat of Antonin Scalia.  When Judge Gorsuch was originally confirmed it was done so unanimously.  This time around the flying excrement is already in the air.  The special interest groups have already poised themselves to defy the nomination on grounds Judge Gorsuch is unqualified and I’m sure there will be much more, and more extreme allegations that come to light from the depth of depravity that is the current democratic party machine.  Judge Gorsuch is eminently qualified, but qualifications are not the point.  It’s getting their way and crying and screaming, complaining and whining until they do.


This nomination was supposed to belong to Hillary, or at least to Obama but the republicans were able to stall the process, as is their right and privilege, the democrats would and have done the exact same thing, remember it’s politics and whatever a party can do to advance their party, they will do.  This process now falls squarely on the shoulders of Donald Trump and it is his privilege and right to do so.


The issue, however, is not when the nomination should have happened but to what lengths the other party will go to derail the process.  Hence the demonstrations, the near riots, and the speeches from famous but ill-informed starlets like Madonna and others.  


Childish? Of course, effective? Wait and see.  We have had demonstrations about women's rights, abortion included, immigration and now we will have demonstrations about the new Justice nominee.  What’s interesting though is the rancor and incivility of these demonstrators, the rancor of their words (Madonna threatened to blow up the white house.  She stated it was a metaphorical statement but it was a threat at some level directed at Donald Trump) to their riotous actions, they are acting like spoiled children, finally being told to be quiet, sit still and behave, let the grown up talk a while.  


I personally applaud Trump for his actions, his resolve, and his message and look forward to more of the same.  As for the rioters, the demonstrators, the instigators the hate speakers, let them vent, let them scream, let them show the nation who they really are.  We may be headed to a stark divide and the results of that divide may shear our nation in two but for me, I would rather be divided than to have to be ruled by them, and by their policies and rules.


What ever happened to civil discussions and friendly disagreements?  Both sides are at fault but the majority of unrest is squarely in the camp of the liberals.  It is obvious that the conservatives and the liberals will never really agree but what happened to agree to not agree and still being able to sit down and have a friendly conversation?  Have we really digressed to the point of civil unrest?  Have we forsaken the common ground that brings us together?  Is one opinion really that much different that there is no common ground and the only way to solve the issues is through physicality, are we not better than the animals who vie for territory, knowing no other way than to fight for what they think is theirs?  


If we are to be divided, we are already divided philosophically, then let us prepare for that eventuality by upholding the law, the constitution, and our own morality.  We know what’s right, we live by what’s right and good.  The liberals only pretend and facilitate, never really settling on a morality, never accepting the truth.  The truth is a variable construct of a situational criteria that is ever changing and ever evolving.  Theirs is a life of relativism and constant change, a change that is suited to how they feel in relation to what they need and want, never considering the standards that brought this great land it’s freedoms and inalienable rights.   


In order to survive as a nation, we need to work together, not just demand that others be what we want them to be.  The problem with this vaulted sense of existence is the demands that a specific set of beliefs has on those who do not share those beliefs.

We are god loving, family proud. We are a Nation that believes in our goodness and charity and we are willing to die for those blessing.  If that is not what you believe then this Constitution is not for you, this land is not for you because it is ruled by a consistent, pre-set rule of law.  Our founders understood the importance of continuity and may not have included all eventualities but the foundation for most of those disagreements are covered and the process for resolving those conflicts and are enumerated in the Bill of Rights, and the Constitution.  It’s time we all got back to following those inspired men and the government for the people, and by the people.

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