June 18, 2008
Just today, elitist, radical, Marxist influenced, racial bigot B. H. Obama expressed the absolute, urgent need to redistribute the wealth in America, creating a more “fair” condition and giving hope to it’s citizens by changing the degree to which we reach out and help those in need. Now, there are no limits…equal economic circumstances will soon be mandated by government (see Socialism). Taxing the evil rich people with their fat cat corporations will soon finance a wave of fairness and equality across the land.
My guess is more Americans think this is a great idea than find it scary and disturbing. Why? Mostly because the government monopoly school system has reared tens of millions of good little socialists who look to government for everything and who think that’s just fine. Also, with morally bankrupt young people and older warmed over commies seeking the end of capitalism, the stage is set for the destruction of the greatest nation in the history of the world…rotted from the inside out.
Both parties have failed the nation…deep debt and political cowardice have allowed the pendulum to swing toward change for it’s own sake, fostering radical idiotic notions that punish earners and accomplishment. Do you have more than you really need? Whether you do or not, plan on having a much, much larger share of your income being confiscated by your friend, the government.
Ronald Reagan said if someone knocks at your door and says they’re from the government and here to help, RUN. Apparently, this lesson has been forgotten. Mommy government is here to stay, and so is keeping much less of your own money.
But, look at it this way. Your fellow Americans will enjoy a higher standard of living and take pleasure in all the “free” government handouts. What? Aren’t you a patriot?
March 14, 2007
I’m not certain how this happened, but the LA Times, not your average conservative cheerleader, published an opinion piece encouraging the addition of Bible study to public school curriculum.
Frankly, I’m stunned. Most public school personnel would call the ACLU and the police if a Bible was discovered on school grounds. Nevertheless, uniform curriculum would be strictly adhered to and the goal would be to raise seriously shameful illiteracy regarding scripture.
Why anyone at the LA Times would think that was a good idea is beyond me.
Excerpts from the article:
“In a religious literacy quiz I have administered to undergraduates for the last two years, students tell me that Moses was blinded on the road to Damascus and that Paul led the Israelites on their exodus out of Egypt. Surveys that are more scientific have found that only one out of three U.S. citizens is able to name the four Gospels, and one out of 10 think that Joan of Arc was Noah’s wife. No wonder pollster George Gallup has concluded that the United States is “a nation of biblical illiterates.”
“One solution to this civic problem is to teach Bible classes in public schools. By Bible classes I do not mean classes in which teachers tell students that Jesus loves them or that the Bible is the inerrant word of God, but academic courses that study the Bible’s characters and stories as well as the afterlife of the Bible in literature and history. Last week, the Georgia Board of Education gave preliminary approval to two elective Bible courses designed to teach religion rather than preach religion. As long as teachers stick to the curriculum, this is a big step in the right direction.”
Read complete article here.
March 14, 2007
I’ve committed my Wednesday post to honoring the men and women who serve the United States of America through all branches of the military service. These heroic, volunteer service people have made themselves available to defend the nation, and cannot be praised or thanked enough.
Almost a month ago, the Wednesday Hero Blogroll received an email from a reader named Mike Gardner that contained something he had written in honor of this country’s heroes. He asked that it be considered for a future post. It took almost a month, but here is his tribute.
At The Right Time, We Remember
The honor roll goes back farther than we can remember, it contains names we will never know…
I wasn’t there when the American Colonial Army stood winter guard in the snows of Valley Forge wearing bloody rags for boots as they fought for my freedom.
I wasn’t there in the war of 1812.
I wasn’t in the trenches when the German’s seared the lungs of young American men with mustard gas as they fought for my freedom in World War One.
I wasn’t at Pearl Harbor when a single Japanese bomb detonated a million pounds of black powder on the Arizona and instantaneously killed over one thousand American sailors preparing to defend my freedom against the Japanese and the Nazis.
I didn’t see the bullet riddled bodies of the Americans who died defending my freedom in Korea.
I only vaguely remember the nightly news clips of American soldiers as they carried out our government’s orders in the jungles and swamps and tunnels of Vietnam.
I have never been with a family who lost a son or a daughter defending Kuwait, Afghanistan, or Iraq.
I wasn’t there with any of them when they suffered as prisoners of war in any of these wars.
I have never been with a family whose child died in a peace time military training exercise.
Not every one of our veterans saw combat. Some were clerks, cooks, mechanics, machinists. Some served during war time, some served during peace time, some serve in peace today, ready for battle tomorrow. Today they prepare for the ongoing war against terrorists. Some gave their lives, some suffered wounds, some saw things that no human should ever have to see, and many did things that no human should ever have to do. And all gave their daily life, for a period of time, while many more gave their time to work in the industries that sustained our veterans.
Not all of those who have protected my freedom were even in the military. Some of them were the firemen, policemen, and paramedics who risked their lives each day, rushing in where most of us would never tread. Some are the doctors and nurses who treat the wounded, and go home and cry for them. Some of them were “just” passengers on commercial airline flights who, with faith in Christ, calmly chose to fight, and die if necessary, rather than let Flight 93 be used as a weapon against their country and their fellow citizens.
When I tried to join the US Air Force, my application was turned down for medical reasons.
Because others were, and will be there, I am privileged to continue to live in the greatest nation the world has ever known and to enjoy the greatest freedoms that any people have ever known.
The honor roll stretches forward to times, and places, and names we will never know…
And so I thank you, veteran, whoever you are, and wherever you are, whenever your service.
Thank you Vet. Thanks Dad. Today, I remember WHY I am free, and I thank you.
I know that when you were asked, at the right time, like Christ, you gave your life for me.
These brave men and women sacrifice so much in their lives so that others may enjoy the freedoms we get to enjoy everyday. For that, I am proud to call them Hero.
We Should Not Only Mourn These Men And Women Who Died, We Should Also Thank God That Such People Lived
This post is part of the Wednesday Hero Blogroll. If you would like to participate in honoring the brave men and women who serve this great country, you can find out how by going here.
March 13, 2007
Do you ever wonder, when reading another’s writing’s, political in particular, if the person emphatically declaring a point of view which you may find laughable, actually believes that drivel? Do you find yourself questioning not only the truthfulness or accuracy of the person, but also their sincerity?
What kind of person would write obvious propogandist tripe, believing enough people will alter their perception and view?
My guess is, many. Many people know what they purport as truth is simply not. Many, needing acceptance, or at least tolerance, of their positions, actively subvert reality and fact with a twisted version, which ends with persuading others to adopt the falsity.
George Orwell said this about writing:
“The first thing that we ask of a writer is that he shall not tell lies, that he shall say what he really thinks, what he really feels. The worst thing we can say about a work of art is that it is insincere. And this is even truer of criticism than of creative literature, in which a certain amount of posing and mannerism, and even a certain amount of downright humbug, doesn’t matter, so long as the writer is fundamentally sincere. Modern literature is essentially an individual thing. It is either the truthful expression of what one man thinks and feels, or it is nothing.”
Well, I try my best to express, truthfully, exactly what I think and feel. I’m not always successful, but not for lack of effort or wilfull attempt to defraud or deceive. Then there’s this little problem:
“The writer either has a meaning and cannot express it, or he inadvertently says something else, or he is almost indifferent as to whether his words mean anything or not. This mixture of vagueness and sheer incompetence is the most marked characteristic of modern English prose, and especially of any kind of political writing. As soon as certain topics are raised, the concrete melts into the abstract and no one seems able to think of turns of speech that are not hackneyed: prose consists less and less of words chosen for the sake of their meaning, and more and more of phrases tacked together like the sections of a prefabricated hen-house.”
Cliche’s, worn phrases, trite mantras, prattle of any kind, in other word’s, sounding like Hillary Clinton, are the first thing’s I edit. Someone wrote that anything that sound’s familiar to you will certainly sound familiar to the reader.
I really enjoy sitting down and typing my thought’s into view. Even if I say something dumb, at least I’ve had my say.
What can be better than that?