I have liked the Confederate General, Thomas "Stonewall" Jackson since watching the movie, "Gods and Generals". I admire his piety and the respect it garnered from his men.
Recently, I was encouraged by a well-read Jackson-aficionado, to read "Stonewall Jackson's Verse" by southern author, H. Rondel Ramburg, D.Min. as a means of beginning a study on Jackson's life.
Jackson's life-verse was Romans 8:28 "And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose."
The book is a simple relation of that verse and how Jackson's life is displayed its details through the statements of friends, family and colleagues, and through history' own account.
Jackson - when barely in his prime - had already lost his father and his mother, saw the dissolution of his family as the children were distributed among relatives, and had lost his young wife. In every instance of loss, he returned to this reassuring verse.
Jackson did not use the verse as an assurance that if one would just "hang on - things would get better". Instead he recognized that God's definition of "good" and his own definition of "good" were sometimes on seperate ends of the spectrum and the purpose to which God called him was that he would be changed - not God - nor His plan.
This mind-set resulted in a resolute calmness on the battlefield for Jackson (which helped him earn the "Stonewall" nickname); he was assured that God had already "fixed" the day of his death and until that day came, he was as safe when the bullets were flying on the battlefield, as he was in "his bed".
Romans 8:28 has long been a favorite of mind, but often because of its positive appeal. Now I see it a little differently - now it says to me -God works things according to His purpose; and we know His purpose is good.
The events that occured on September 11, 2001, were not "good".
However within His economy, God could take the tragedy of that despicable act and "work" it toward the good of His purpose.
If we learned the lessons that this event taught us - we could line up our definition of "good" with His own definition of "good".
There were "good" acts that day and the days that followed.
There were "good" people, doing good from a heart of compassion.
There was even a "good" sort of grief that drew us all together around our shared sorrow.
But ultimately, one decade later, can we say that we have changed?
Have our thoughts, as a nation, become less fearful?
Are we more mindful of our neighbors?
Perhaps these are questions we should ponder on this day.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Staying Creative
One of my favorite blogs is Jon Acuff's Stuff Christians Like, Jon started his blog a little over month before I started mine. That is pretty much where the similarity ends.
Jon joined Dave Ramsey's organization last year and has recently released his third book ("Quitter"). The SCL blog is not only still the home of classic sarcasm, but now it is an excellent resource bringing together talents from across the web.
I visited the site yesterday - first time in awhile - and discovered this video Jon posted from TO-FU ... I hope it inspires you as it did me.
http://www.to-fu.tv/
Jon joined Dave Ramsey's organization last year and has recently released his third book ("Quitter"). The SCL blog is not only still the home of classic sarcasm, but now it is an excellent resource bringing together talents from across the web.
I visited the site yesterday - first time in awhile - and discovered this video Jon posted from TO-FU ... I hope it inspires you as it did me.
http://www.to-fu.tv/
Monday, September 5, 2011
Conquering 'Surprise Hill'
Some of you may remember a post about "Surprise Hill" a long while back; the hill stands as a seemingly insurmountable obstacle on the Silver Comet Trail between Rockmart and Cedartown.
An early evening bike ride ended badly there for AA.
That was Then.
This summer was extremely busy for Ab - what with The Great Escape in Colorado and a plethora of other camps to attend - it left me feeling that AA needed some adventure.
He and I have been semi-plotting and weighing the options of an Homeric quest to travel the Silver Comet Trail from Rockmart, Georgia to Oxford, Alabama. This trip would probably require an overnight camp along the trail and the arrangement for some transportation back home.
As a first step toward this monumental task, we decided to take a late Sunday afternoon ride from Rockmart to Cedartown just to test our mettle.
We stocked up on some supplies - sunflower seeds, apples, water and the like; arranged with R. for a pick up in Cedartown, and headed for the trail.
Face Your Fears.
That is a lesson I have hoped to demonstrate - and eventually teach - our children. AA and I both knew that there were some tremendous climbs ahead of us. And we knew that on the other side of one of those climbs was a pretty steep downgrade. He still bore some scars from the last encounter with that downgrade.
I could sense a little angst in my son, but to his credit he stayed the course.
Too Much Time to Think.
Like a timeout called by the opposing team to give the rookie field-goal kicker time to think: we hit a delay.
He made it.
And eventually we completed the approximately 14 mile ride in Cedartown.
We celebrated with some sunflower seeds and basked in the glory of having proven something to ourselves.
It was one of the most enjoyable events of the summer for me.
An early evening bike ride ended badly there for AA.
That was Then.
This summer was extremely busy for Ab - what with The Great Escape in Colorado and a plethora of other camps to attend - it left me feeling that AA needed some adventure.
He and I have been semi-plotting and weighing the options of an Homeric quest to travel the Silver Comet Trail from Rockmart, Georgia to Oxford, Alabama. This trip would probably require an overnight camp along the trail and the arrangement for some transportation back home.
As a first step toward this monumental task, we decided to take a late Sunday afternoon ride from Rockmart to Cedartown just to test our mettle.
We stocked up on some supplies - sunflower seeds, apples, water and the like; arranged with R. for a pick up in Cedartown, and headed for the trail.
Face Your Fears.
That is a lesson I have hoped to demonstrate - and eventually teach - our children. AA and I both knew that there were some tremendous climbs ahead of us. And we knew that on the other side of one of those climbs was a pretty steep downgrade. He still bore some scars from the last encounter with that downgrade.
I could sense a little angst in my son, but to his credit he stayed the course.
Too Much Time to Think.
Like a timeout called by the opposing team to give the rookie field-goal kicker time to think: we hit a delay.
We waited out a small summer thunderstorm in a tunnel.
The thunder and lightning passed and (we thought) the rain as well.
So we headed back on the trail only to be drenched by a deluge.
We decided that it wasn't so cold once you got completely wet, so we embraced our struggle and pressed on through the rain.
We counted rabbits, turkeys and deer and the numbers climbed as the trail edges away from the main roads at a community called "Fish Creek".
We had never traveled some of this stretch so it was an interesting ride. The rain finally subsided and we soon found ourselves in the throes of an ascent to about 1,000 feet above sea level. . . "Surprise Hill".
We had been there before, we knew what to expect only this time, AA was determined to pedal up the hill without pausing to walk his bike as he had done the other time we traveled this path.
We approached every hair-pin curve with caution - not knowing if it would be the one that would suddenly "surprise" us.
Finally, we made it to the pinnacle. I was in the lead and turned back to call to AA to brake and proceed with caution. My call was met with a responding yell, "Dad! Stop! STOP!".
I complied and waited for him to catch up.
"let me go first" he said.
I bowed to his courage. I knew just why; he needed to defeat that hill without my clearing the path and showing him it was safe.
He made it.
It was one of the most enjoyable events of the summer for me.
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Silas Marner
A Christmas Story is one of those movies R. and I watch almost every Christmas. As one classroom scene fades, Miss Shields begins to talk with the class about their latest literary quest - Silas Marner!
Having seldom graced the presence of any literary circles and by a combination of choice and fate, I seldom found myself in the "challenging" classes in high school - I am just now coming to appreciate and even know the least about some classics. So I don't remember ever hearing of this tome except from the movie, but the title intrigued me... I like colorful names.
When I got my Kindle2 earlier this year and was perusing the "FREE" books I could download, I ran across the book and naturally added it to my archives.
Even more recently someone mentioned the book - probably on Moody Radio and quite possibly it was Chuck Colson - anyway, they referenced the Biblical Worldview perspective of the book. So I took it up on my next opportunity.
The story is quaint, which immediately drew me in. I found companionship with several of the characters since I share similar emotions:
- Silas, who often found it easier to be a loner than to try and reach out to the townspeople of Raveloe.
- Godfrey Cass, who had a good heart but was constantly badgered by an inability to make a decision.
- Nancy Lammeter, who spent her life imposing rules and restraints upon herself in order to do what she thought pleased others.
The story traces his life through highs and lows of becoming a miser and then having his riches - the only thing he let himself love - taken from him.
When he finds Eppie - a child abandoned after the death of her mother - his whole world is altered. And through raising this golden-haired little treasure - he gets his treasure back. He also becomes well loved by the community.
I was a little disturbed about halfway through the book, when I learned that George Elliott - the author - was actually a woman of ill-repute, named Mary Ann Evans. This 19th century author chose a masculine pen name in hopes of being taken seriously.
She lived with a philosopher named George Henry Lewes for over twenty years - without the benefit of marriage. Apparently he and his legal wife had an "open marriage".
She questioned and apparently denied her Christian faith and after her death was refused burial in Westminster Abbey.
Despite her agnostic views, her books apparently reflected the same Christian worldview seen in Silas Marner. At one point, according to Wikipedia, before she owned up to her pen named, it was assumed that her books were written by a "country parson".
In the book, Silas just couldn't make out how God could possibly have been working good in his life through all the betrayal and mishaps he faced. Yet somehow, it came out right. Each dark event seemed to eventually lead him toward something brighter. Though unsaid, the reader can put down the book reaffirmed in the knowledge that God is at work in the world.
Independence Day - Here's What We Did
True to the wishes of John Adams, we solemnized the 4th of July with ". . . .Pomp and Parade, with Shews, Games, Sports, Guns, Bells, Bonfires and Illuminations from one End of this Continent to the other from this Time forward forever more." or at least portion of those festivities.
It was yard work for Saturday as our highly socialized daughter had some activities to attend. Then sensing my ever-growing need for family adventure, Mom proposed a surprise event.
My outlook being so low, I was given the privilege of being "in the dark" on the plans and destination, just like the other kids - the anticipation is 80% of the fun!
When our family truckster pointed toward Cave Spring, a small town near us that held a small fireworks event each year, the kids and I were pretty certain that we had discerned the plans and were fairly confident in our surmising. That is until we turned right toward Alabama and left behind the small mass of gathering people perspiring in the evening sun.
The secret was almost revealed when the Google Map R. had printed (we are not utilizing GPS technology at this point - primarily because I cannot stand one more voice telling me what to do when I'm driving) was unclear in its directions. R. called in reinforcements from someone who had been to our unknown destination and we got back on track.
About dusk we arrived at the 411 Twin Drive-In in Centre, Alabama.
Until I saw the plywood screen looming on the horizon, I hadn't figured it out. This was a great adventure, since it marked my first visit to a drive-in movie. As you may recall, my upbringing was sheltered and within the confines of some fairly strict religious codes. We didn't attend movies (except on two occasions when my school went and my teacher who attended church with us said it was probably okay) - but that didn't stop me from straining every ocular muscle I had to view the screens and read the lips of the actors when we occasioned to drive past one.
Anyway, we were please at the laid back family atmosphere of the place and the busy snack bar (with a "96" score on their Health Dept. inspection). With Mom and I seated comfortably in our outdoor chairs, and the kids nestled cozily in their bean-bag chairs in the back of the SUV, we enjoyed Cars 2 - despite the political implications.
Sunday evening, AA and I made good on one of those plans we had for a couple of summers... to attend a race at a local 1/2 mile dirt track.
Another father and son tandem - friends of ours- were going and knew their way around, so when they asked us to go, we agreed.
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I liked the free-wheeling nature of the race track - we brought in our own snacks, refreshments, chairs etc. That "free-wheeling" attitude also extended to tobacco products. While I think it is very disingenuous for legislation upon legislation to be passed restricting tobacco use in public - while it is still a legal substance and while tobacco products are also the source of an enormous amount of tax revenue; I also enjoy not having to breathe the smoke and not having to watch my step for fear that my flip-flops may bog down into a puddle of Red Man.
We also were witness to a nice assortment of tattoos.
There was something thrilling though about the races, being that close and literally feeling the roar of the engines. It was quite an experience.
Because of the growing roster of participants and delays due to accidents, the night ran a little long. AA was quite a sport when he agreed to leave early even though there was at least one more race to go. It was after midnight, by the time we got home and showered the red Georgia clay off our sweaty bodies.
The actual 4th of July saw us making a trek to West Georgia to walk in an annual "Peoples Parade".
After a "Patriotic Breakfast" (note the Red, White and Blue)
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...we hit the road.
We weren't certain about transportation arrangements, so I began to prepare the troops for the possibility of our having to retrace our steps back over the parade route after it was over. This would be approximately 6.36 miles we would have to walk in total.
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- And that was the adults!
5,000 Frisbees, that's about how many we distributed....
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...by the time we reached the halfway point of the parade, we thought our names were "Frisbee!".
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It was yard work for Saturday as our highly socialized daughter had some activities to attend. Then sensing my ever-growing need for family adventure, Mom proposed a surprise event.
My outlook being so low, I was given the privilege of being "in the dark" on the plans and destination, just like the other kids - the anticipation is 80% of the fun!
When our family truckster pointed toward Cave Spring, a small town near us that held a small fireworks event each year, the kids and I were pretty certain that we had discerned the plans and were fairly confident in our surmising. That is until we turned right toward Alabama and left behind the small mass of gathering people perspiring in the evening sun.
The secret was almost revealed when the Google Map R. had printed (we are not utilizing GPS technology at this point - primarily because I cannot stand one more voice telling me what to do when I'm driving) was unclear in its directions. R. called in reinforcements from someone who had been to our unknown destination and we got back on track.
About dusk we arrived at the 411 Twin Drive-In in Centre, Alabama.
Until I saw the plywood screen looming on the horizon, I hadn't figured it out. This was a great adventure, since it marked my first visit to a drive-in movie. As you may recall, my upbringing was sheltered and within the confines of some fairly strict religious codes. We didn't attend movies (except on two occasions when my school went and my teacher who attended church with us said it was probably okay) - but that didn't stop me from straining every ocular muscle I had to view the screens and read the lips of the actors when we occasioned to drive past one.
Anyway, we were please at the laid back family atmosphere of the place and the busy snack bar (with a "96" score on their Health Dept. inspection). With Mom and I seated comfortably in our outdoor chairs, and the kids nestled cozily in their bean-bag chairs in the back of the SUV, we enjoyed Cars 2 - despite the political implications.
Sunday evening, AA and I made good on one of those plans we had for a couple of summers... to attend a race at a local 1/2 mile dirt track.
Another father and son tandem - friends of ours- were going and knew their way around, so when they asked us to go, we agreed.
I liked the free-wheeling nature of the race track - we brought in our own snacks, refreshments, chairs etc. That "free-wheeling" attitude also extended to tobacco products. While I think it is very disingenuous for legislation upon legislation to be passed restricting tobacco use in public - while it is still a legal substance and while tobacco products are also the source of an enormous amount of tax revenue; I also enjoy not having to breathe the smoke and not having to watch my step for fear that my flip-flops may bog down into a puddle of Red Man.
We also were witness to a nice assortment of tattoos.
There was something thrilling though about the races, being that close and literally feeling the roar of the engines. It was quite an experience.
Because of the growing roster of participants and delays due to accidents, the night ran a little long. AA was quite a sport when he agreed to leave early even though there was at least one more race to go. It was after midnight, by the time we got home and showered the red Georgia clay off our sweaty bodies.
The actual 4th of July saw us making a trek to West Georgia to walk in an annual "Peoples Parade".
After a "Patriotic Breakfast" (note the Red, White and Blue)
We weren't certain about transportation arrangements, so I began to prepare the troops for the possibility of our having to retrace our steps back over the parade route after it was over. This would be approximately 6.36 miles we would have to walk in total.
Mom found that her typically demure nature was overridden by her sense of urgency toward sacrifice avoidance. With the same zeal that she displayed when she inquired about her epidural of every hospital employee that darkened the door of our first delivery room when Ab was getting ready to arrive - she seemed to feel little discomfort in approaching various individuals to ask about providing us transportation back to our car.
When the parade began, we were issued Frisbees and candy mints to distribute. . . .
...and the crowd didn't mind asking for them... in fact they became a little demanding at times.
5,000 Frisbees, that's about how many we distributed....
It really was an exciting morning and a proper way to celebrate this nation!
Other weekend hours were spent in yard work, sitting by the pool, bicycling, eating, worshipping and visiting.
We managed to get my Mom over for some grilling on the night of the 4th.
So I think we almost ran the gamut toward satisfying the respectable Mr. Adams wishes.
I hope your 4th of July weekend was equally memorable.
RepreZENT-ehn
My senator is a gang member wannabe.
Maybe he heard that the Bloods and the Crips had formed their own constituency group.
For years it seems he has had a yearning to slick back his duck tail and don the trappings of one or another Senate Gang.
You've heard of the various senate gangs. Being apparently void of any imagination, they tend to call them by numbers: Gang of 14, Gang of 12, Gang of 10, Gang of 6 ....
Those last two, they are the ones my senator - Saxby Chambliss - has been involved with; in fact, word on the street is that he possibly now runs the Gang of Six.
And just what is that these gangs do?
Well we don't really know, but it appears that they meet somewhere in the cavernous catacombs of Washington establishment and wield power. Senator Jeff Sessions of Alabama, once referred to one of these gangs as the "Masters of the Universe".
I think they are supposed to be revered as a somehow more elite microcosm of the entire senate. Select statesmen endued with a more immense portion of that Senatorial magic dust known as compromise.
In reality, they are often a roadblock to any real progress. It was Senator McCain's Gang of 14 that stymied what appeared to be the semblance of manhood among the Republican 109th Senate.
Then Senate Majority Leader, Bill Frist (R-Tenn) was poised to actually make a stand against Democrat filibuster threats that were holding up Presidential judicial appointees in an unprecedented way. Then came the Gang of 14 and mired up the works.
The frailty of that majority and their unwillingness to stand and fight for right principles led to their dissolution in the following election cycle.
That's what senate gangs do: unlike street gangs- they stop fights. They muddy up the waters and add additional confusing layers to an already leviathan-like process.
Sometimes people in leadership should make a principled stand for what's right.
I have expressed that sentiment in communications with my senator. His Gang of 10 pretty much stalemated action on drilling for oil that last time gas prices got up around $4. The crisis abated briefly and now we are back to higher and higher gas prices, because no one made a stand for the right.
Frankly, I don't know what his current gang is doing, but you can bet it wreaks of compromise and at best it's result will be futile.
Before he "fell in with the wrong crowd" I was really proud of my senator from Georgia. He was a strong voice in favor of President Bush's military policy and tax cuts.
But he began to slip, in my estimation, when he hesitated far too long before coming out against the Comprehensive Immigration Reform Act of 2007. Then he really "tore his britches" with me when both he and Johnny Isaakson (our other Georgia Senator) voted for TARP I.
It was the Republican version of nationalizing industries.
He defended his actions then - owing to his own private knowledge as a Senator of just how bad the crisis might have been. To my knowledge, he has never recanted.
Now it seems he is lost to the mob; doomed to a political career of initiations and rumbles. However, the only fatalities in this brand of gang-bang war tend to be progress toward a brighter future for America. At least they are not a violent bunch... they don't pack heat or employ switchblades - they just talk things to death.
Yes, my senator is a gangster.
I guess we can't really blame him for going astray... it's not all his fault; it's the company he keeps.
Why in our capitol it has become perfectly acceptable - even fashionable- to gang up in small groups ...away from the public eye ... and make a lot of decisions based on compromise and "one hand washing the other", then to emerge and inflict your decisions on the republic.
We used to have folks that would stand up for "we the people"... in fact our system was designed that way. The Judicial system would check the power of the other two branches if they didn't police one another. That failing, we had the Republicans or even some Democrats (long, long ago) who would stand up for common sense and truth. Finally, we had the press - the "guardians of the public trust" - but no more.
I guess its just easier to go along with the crowd, but we need someone up there to speak for us. We don't need any more gangs in the Senate because apparently the Washington crowd is a gang all their own. Unfortunately, many of the folks we sent there to represent us against "all enemies foreign and domestic" ...have sided with the enemies.
Maybe he heard that the Bloods and the Crips had formed their own constituency group.
For years it seems he has had a yearning to slick back his duck tail and don the trappings of one or another Senate Gang.
You've heard of the various senate gangs. Being apparently void of any imagination, they tend to call them by numbers: Gang of 14, Gang of 12, Gang of 10, Gang of 6 ....
Those last two, they are the ones my senator - Saxby Chambliss - has been involved with; in fact, word on the street is that he possibly now runs the Gang of Six.
And just what is that these gangs do?
Well we don't really know, but it appears that they meet somewhere in the cavernous catacombs of Washington establishment and wield power. Senator Jeff Sessions of Alabama, once referred to one of these gangs as the "Masters of the Universe".
I think they are supposed to be revered as a somehow more elite microcosm of the entire senate. Select statesmen endued with a more immense portion of that Senatorial magic dust known as compromise.
In reality, they are often a roadblock to any real progress. It was Senator McCain's Gang of 14 that stymied what appeared to be the semblance of manhood among the Republican 109th Senate.
Then Senate Majority Leader, Bill Frist (R-Tenn) was poised to actually make a stand against Democrat filibuster threats that were holding up Presidential judicial appointees in an unprecedented way. Then came the Gang of 14 and mired up the works.
The frailty of that majority and their unwillingness to stand and fight for right principles led to their dissolution in the following election cycle.
That's what senate gangs do: unlike street gangs- they stop fights. They muddy up the waters and add additional confusing layers to an already leviathan-like process.
Sometimes people in leadership should make a principled stand for what's right.
I have expressed that sentiment in communications with my senator. His Gang of 10 pretty much stalemated action on drilling for oil that last time gas prices got up around $4. The crisis abated briefly and now we are back to higher and higher gas prices, because no one made a stand for the right.
Frankly, I don't know what his current gang is doing, but you can bet it wreaks of compromise and at best it's result will be futile.
Before he "fell in with the wrong crowd" I was really proud of my senator from Georgia. He was a strong voice in favor of President Bush's military policy and tax cuts.
But he began to slip, in my estimation, when he hesitated far too long before coming out against the Comprehensive Immigration Reform Act of 2007. Then he really "tore his britches" with me when both he and Johnny Isaakson (our other Georgia Senator) voted for TARP I.
It was the Republican version of nationalizing industries.
He defended his actions then - owing to his own private knowledge as a Senator of just how bad the crisis might have been. To my knowledge, he has never recanted.
Now it seems he is lost to the mob; doomed to a political career of initiations and rumbles. However, the only fatalities in this brand of gang-bang war tend to be progress toward a brighter future for America. At least they are not a violent bunch... they don't pack heat or employ switchblades - they just talk things to death.
Yes, my senator is a gangster.
I guess we can't really blame him for going astray... it's not all his fault; it's the company he keeps.
Why in our capitol it has become perfectly acceptable - even fashionable- to gang up in small groups ...away from the public eye ... and make a lot of decisions based on compromise and "one hand washing the other", then to emerge and inflict your decisions on the republic.
We used to have folks that would stand up for "we the people"... in fact our system was designed that way. The Judicial system would check the power of the other two branches if they didn't police one another. That failing, we had the Republicans or even some Democrats (long, long ago) who would stand up for common sense and truth. Finally, we had the press - the "guardians of the public trust" - but no more.
I guess its just easier to go along with the crowd, but we need someone up there to speak for us. We don't need any more gangs in the Senate because apparently the Washington crowd is a gang all their own. Unfortunately, many of the folks we sent there to represent us against "all enemies foreign and domestic" ...have sided with the enemies.
"Land of the Bland"
As I think about the malaise in which our nation currently finds itself, this phrase keeps rolling around in my head:
"The land of the bland"
That seems to be the result - whether intentional or not - of liberal leadership. In fact if you examine any socialist regime, you will always find less - not more - creativity; inspiration; beauty;hope for a future; thrift; work and less willingness to do that work.
Diminishing liberty devolves a nation from "the land of the free and the home of the brave!" to "the land of the bland".
This is evident in political-correctness-run-amok which has virtually eliminated reason and emasculated our conversations, rendering them colorless and. . . . bland.
The beauty of art has been reduced to a gray ghetto of self-expression in which political statements - and liberal ones at that - are the only ones acceptable. So art can be "shocking", "controversial", "cutting edge" ... but seldom "beautiful".
Because so much emphasis is placed on the "funding" of art by the state, we have begun to believe that to be authentic, art must be government sponsored. This allows "separation of church and state" arguments to remove the source of most art that is considered timeless - that art that reveals or expresses worship of God.
Have you viewed any contemporary art - considered acceptable to the masses - that has moved you toward anything . . . . but repulsion?
The best we can get from the liberal-socialist direction we are headed, is blandness.
Even economically, theirs is a goal of achieving only equality. So a socialist regime proposes to reach a happy state only by confiscating the wealth of those who achieve - angering them; and by stirring up the anger and envy of those that have not achieved and transferring that wealth to them. The problem being that having played no part in building that wealth - they have not learned the lessons necessary to sustaining and growing that wealth. So in the end the "have nots" are still miserable and learn to see their only means of survival as getting more of what someone else has. They are not inspired to achieve more and grow their own wealth; why should they?
The wealthy, on the other hand, stop doing the things that they have done in the past to build their wealth. Why should they? There is no use to expending energy and sacrifice toward a goal - only to have the rewards of success taken from your hands.
So everyone folds his hands and sits.
At it's very best the blandness of liberal economics results in equal MISERY. . . not the"pursuit of happiness" that Jefferson prescribed.
No where is the monotone blandness of the liberal mindset more evident than in political discourse.
Convinced that they have no substantive arguments on which to build their case - liberals have left off trying to sway people with logic. Instead they have resorted to just saying the same thing over and over and over and over - even if it is illogical and wrong.
They find a phrase that they feel will evoke the proper emotion and they just say it again and again. Draconian - that's the word that liberals always attach to any spending cut proposed by a conservative. It sounds sort of like "Dracula" and thus it stirs up the fear and negative emotions one associates with having their very life's blood sucked out of them. So back in the 1990's when they shut down the government - it was said to be due to draconian cuts proposed then by Newt Gingrich and the Republican congress. They said it over and over.
Another phrase used over and over by Bill Clinton and his ilk, was "the rich paying their fair share" - this despite the fact that, at the time, the top wage earners in our nation were paying way over the majority of the taxes being collected.
In the present budget battles, Obama, Reid and the like have taken to attaching the phrase "millionaires and billionaires" to their statements bolstering the argument for raising taxes. Apparently, they think that will evoke the class envy they will need for people to buy into more ridiculous spending.
Here is a video compilation from the Huff Post - no less - that illustrates the monotony of their specious argument:
Isn't that tiring and bland?
Can you find the least amount of inspiration in it?
To further illustrate the vacuous nature of their arguments, you should know that the video was put together to be associated with an article about Obama's "lurch rightward". It was a time in which our President was defending his action of allowing the Bush tax cuts to remain in effect another two years. He poo-pooed tax cuts during his campaign but then defended them for a brief time - or at least portrayed them as necessary.
Now he is back to vilifying them again.
yada-yada-yada-yada-yada-yada-yada...
"The land of the bland"
That seems to be the result - whether intentional or not - of liberal leadership. In fact if you examine any socialist regime, you will always find less - not more - creativity; inspiration; beauty;hope for a future; thrift; work and less willingness to do that work.
Diminishing liberty devolves a nation from "the land of the free and the home of the brave!" to "the land of the bland".
This is evident in political-correctness-run-amok which has virtually eliminated reason and emasculated our conversations, rendering them colorless and. . . . bland.
The beauty of art has been reduced to a gray ghetto of self-expression in which political statements - and liberal ones at that - are the only ones acceptable. So art can be "shocking", "controversial", "cutting edge" ... but seldom "beautiful".
Because so much emphasis is placed on the "funding" of art by the state, we have begun to believe that to be authentic, art must be government sponsored. This allows "separation of church and state" arguments to remove the source of most art that is considered timeless - that art that reveals or expresses worship of God.
Have you viewed any contemporary art - considered acceptable to the masses - that has moved you toward anything . . . . but repulsion?
The best we can get from the liberal-socialist direction we are headed, is blandness.
Even economically, theirs is a goal of achieving only equality. So a socialist regime proposes to reach a happy state only by confiscating the wealth of those who achieve - angering them; and by stirring up the anger and envy of those that have not achieved and transferring that wealth to them. The problem being that having played no part in building that wealth - they have not learned the lessons necessary to sustaining and growing that wealth. So in the end the "have nots" are still miserable and learn to see their only means of survival as getting more of what someone else has. They are not inspired to achieve more and grow their own wealth; why should they?
The wealthy, on the other hand, stop doing the things that they have done in the past to build their wealth. Why should they? There is no use to expending energy and sacrifice toward a goal - only to have the rewards of success taken from your hands.
So everyone folds his hands and sits.
A little sleep, a little slumber,
A little folding of the hands to rest;
So shall your poverty come like a prowler,
And your need like an armed man. Proverbs 24:33-34 NKJV
At it's very best the blandness of liberal economics results in equal MISERY. . . not the"pursuit of happiness" that Jefferson prescribed.
No where is the monotone blandness of the liberal mindset more evident than in political discourse.
Convinced that they have no substantive arguments on which to build their case - liberals have left off trying to sway people with logic. Instead they have resorted to just saying the same thing over and over and over and over - even if it is illogical and wrong.
They find a phrase that they feel will evoke the proper emotion and they just say it again and again. Draconian - that's the word that liberals always attach to any spending cut proposed by a conservative. It sounds sort of like "Dracula" and thus it stirs up the fear and negative emotions one associates with having their very life's blood sucked out of them. So back in the 1990's when they shut down the government - it was said to be due to draconian cuts proposed then by Newt Gingrich and the Republican congress. They said it over and over.
Another phrase used over and over by Bill Clinton and his ilk, was "the rich paying their fair share" - this despite the fact that, at the time, the top wage earners in our nation were paying way over the majority of the taxes being collected.
In the present budget battles, Obama, Reid and the like have taken to attaching the phrase "millionaires and billionaires" to their statements bolstering the argument for raising taxes. Apparently, they think that will evoke the class envy they will need for people to buy into more ridiculous spending.
Here is a video compilation from the Huff Post - no less - that illustrates the monotony of their specious argument:
Isn't that tiring and bland?
Can you find the least amount of inspiration in it?
To further illustrate the vacuous nature of their arguments, you should know that the video was put together to be associated with an article about Obama's "lurch rightward". It was a time in which our President was defending his action of allowing the Bush tax cuts to remain in effect another two years. He poo-pooed tax cuts during his campaign but then defended them for a brief time - or at least portrayed them as necessary.
Now he is back to vilifying them again.
yada-yada-yada-yada-yada-yada-yada...
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