I’m not what I once was. I once ran a five minute mile, kept my high school record for the 220 and the 440 for 12 years, ran two miles a day, worked 10 – 12 hours in the summer for a cement contractor, took a full load in college and worked nights for 4 hours as a janitor, charged into 148 acres of Idaho real-estate not fully realizing how fast trees could annually grow into my 3 mile easement. My life has become the diary of a workhorse. I may be fundamentally obsessive compulsive as I rarely stop my work. I come home to talk about it and then I even dream about it.
Every day I check the news. The stock market just dipped down under 8,000. Congress seems daily to be focused on how to give away more of my tax money. Iran may have a nuke. Somali pirates, who apparently are equipped with no other job skills for life, are raiding 1,000 foot super tankers with little more than a few fishing boats and the weapons of the day, AK 47s and RPGs. The daily signs and the news constantly remind me that our country is sinking into a deeper recession.
Then there is my work. I have several business interests I try to keep viable. One account declares bankruptcy and then I pick up a new one my competitor doesn’t get. It’s not a loosing proposition. It’s more of a zero sum game right now, but this mode of business requires immense effort. It taxes ones spirit.
Last night I stopped working for about 2 hours. I haven’t seen an eight-hour day for years, but last night, the draft horse stopped pulling the plow and watched a butterfly flutter by and noticed the cooling of the breeze against his sweaty hide. My wife, who does more than any woman should, to keep our house in order, cooked a fabulous low calorie dinner. While slaking down a fine stew with a slice of toasted sour dough, she says to me, “you work so hard and you’re doing such a fine job honey”. I nearly cried in that moment. I don’t like to cry, so I thanked her and tried to focus on the butterfly.
The horse wears blinders you know. He has his head down because it helps him center the load he pulls against. All he really sees most of the time is the hard pan crust of life that he must break through day after day, acre by acre.
The boys are arguing and telling each other to shut up. Hans is engaged in a pantomime of his day. And she says, “you’re doing a fine job honey.” I’m still chewing on a piece of that sour dough and I look around at my house, still there, still the noisy place it always was, but this dear sweat woman is smiling at me from across the table and it is an epiphany of happiness.
Last night, the big horse was put away. He got brushed down, given a bag of oats, a blanket was thrown over his pack, he got a kiss on his nose and put into his stall.
Today is a brand new field.
Milton
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Saturday, November 8, 2008
The Soldier's Dilemma
Every time an American enlists in military capacity for our country he takes the following oath of service:
“I DO SOLEMNLY SWEAR (OR AFFIRM) THAT I WILL SUPPORT AND DEFEND THE CONSTITUTION OF THE UNITED STATES AGAINST ALL ENEMIES, FOREIGN AND DOMESTIC; THAT I WILL BEAR TRUE FAITH AND ALLEGIANCE TO THE SAME; AND THAT I WILL OBEY THE ORDERS OF THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES AND THE ORDERS OF THE OFFICERS APPOINTED OVER ME, ACCORDING TO REGULATIONS AND THE UNIFORM CODE OF MILITARY JUSTICE. SO HELP ME GOD.”
If one is to take this oath seriously, and I would propose our nation would not now exist as a democracy if it had not been taken seriously, one must consider the dilemma it presents. Our history is rife with unconstitutional actions our military has supported. The internment without trial or hearing of USA citizens who happened to be of Japanese ancestry. Amendments 4,5, and 6 were utterly and without apology (until decades later) stripped, via military force their constitutional rights for reasons which at the time seemed compelling but for which, in hindsight, there was little justification. Sequestering suspects has never been synonymous with the taking of all of their major possessions. There was no consideration for even an Escrow holding service when President Roosevelt issued this infamous executive order.
I site this case from our history, to cause the reader to pause before reflexively shaking their head to what I am about to say.
The President is also sworn to uphold the constitution of the United States. The true citizen also recognizes the covenant with this sacred charter . If we cannot abide as a unified nation under its directives we are in peril of loosing our purpose and strength as a nation.
The American soldier is trained to kill. He (I use the pronoun, he only because it seems nature has given men the advantage as the recipient of testosterone) is the deliverer of destruction and chaos to our enemies “both foreign and domestic”. As Rush Limbaugh is famous for noting the military must ‘kill the enemy and break their stuff’. I never served in the military. I have had family and friends who have described their service to me however and I have listened to their accounts with great interest.
A soldier takes orders. He always has a superior officer to whom he must answer, and obey. His options in the face of an obvious absence of legal directive are complex and difficult if not impossible to exercise. The possibility that a soldier may be issued an order to kill an innocent, either without due cause or even by mistake, is the most unsavory of dilemma’s. I have never met a bad soldier and I have known many. It is my opinion, though some exceptions exist, that the American soldier is righteous. The fact that a soldier can regard himself rightly as righteous and installed under a banner of goodness is the most empowering aspect to a man tired, wet from sweat, hungry from lack of food and faced buy difficult odds. It is the heart of his charge and the menace to our enemies. Gods arms do not wilt at the approach of his sons in arms. It is by unbounded mercy and wisdom of the most high that mercy and justice prevails, but the Almighty’s ledger of sins weighs heavy with bloody ink whenever this nations covenant has been treacherously breached. The dilemma presents, leaving the innocent soldier as a mere mercenary of dubious action. Soldiers are not murderers. They are men (and women) of high conscience. Their children are adored and their spouses often incredibly strained by the self imposed limits of fidelity;
this comes in addition to the weight of a rifle, with the keeping of a creed ready to exercise by the quick side of the angel of death. By force of will and years of training the soldier carries the means of death, with a commensurate ability to push aside natural empathy.
Death rides quicker when it is fastened to the means by which it is dispatched. To feel compassion for ones enemy must be set aside during the felling of the sword. The gore and agonies must ultimately be traversed in order to bring it to an end. The unholy misfit who deems himself supreme commander, must never imperil the righteous conscience of the American soldier. The men and women whose hands must necessarily be stained with blood, must know at their death, that they have been faithful to their covenant. I speak of the constitution of the United States of America for which these saints among us walk into peril.
The constitution has been more imperiled within the last few decades than perhaps any other time in history. Heads of state (sworn to uphold the constitution) are espousing publicly the merits of surrendering our sovereignty with the United Nations, Federal amalgamation with foreign treasuries, the fairness doctrine is juxtaposed horribly against the first amendment right of free speech, the second amendment in particular, namely the right to bear arms nearly erased in several states and in addition to the perfidious compunction of these weak minded men we have the inventions of homosexual marriage and one racial inequity placed upon the scales against another in fearless experiments, to see rather, if the paper which sits helpless within its glass confines in Washington D.C will get up and defend itself. These men are mistakenly, arrogant in the surety of their actions. For in the roles in her defense there is civilian and there is soldier. The American military is more conservatively linked to the defense of the constitution because it is born and sworn to uphold it. It is composed of a might and purpose which transcends its implements, its guns and bombs and missiles. We the people, when called to muster, are no fiction. Blood may indeed be taken one day when the bounds of our constitution are obliterated by the foolish whims of tyranny. The faces of communism and socialism are entering the worlds alleyways, a fevered couple engaging the ancient unity of lust and profit, power and subjugation.
We should play neither the harlot nor her patron. We must stand accountable to this covenant with our fellow man. The constitution is a compact made before God and to this I do not render as fiction.
Count me the citizen and let me aspire as soldier for America and her constitution.
Milton
“I DO SOLEMNLY SWEAR (OR AFFIRM) THAT I WILL SUPPORT AND DEFEND THE CONSTITUTION OF THE UNITED STATES AGAINST ALL ENEMIES, FOREIGN AND DOMESTIC; THAT I WILL BEAR TRUE FAITH AND ALLEGIANCE TO THE SAME; AND THAT I WILL OBEY THE ORDERS OF THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES AND THE ORDERS OF THE OFFICERS APPOINTED OVER ME, ACCORDING TO REGULATIONS AND THE UNIFORM CODE OF MILITARY JUSTICE. SO HELP ME GOD.”
If one is to take this oath seriously, and I would propose our nation would not now exist as a democracy if it had not been taken seriously, one must consider the dilemma it presents. Our history is rife with unconstitutional actions our military has supported. The internment without trial or hearing of USA citizens who happened to be of Japanese ancestry. Amendments 4,5, and 6 were utterly and without apology (until decades later) stripped, via military force their constitutional rights for reasons which at the time seemed compelling but for which, in hindsight, there was little justification. Sequestering suspects has never been synonymous with the taking of all of their major possessions. There was no consideration for even an Escrow holding service when President Roosevelt issued this infamous executive order.
I site this case from our history, to cause the reader to pause before reflexively shaking their head to what I am about to say.
The President is also sworn to uphold the constitution of the United States. The true citizen also recognizes the covenant with this sacred charter . If we cannot abide as a unified nation under its directives we are in peril of loosing our purpose and strength as a nation.
The American soldier is trained to kill. He (I use the pronoun, he only because it seems nature has given men the advantage as the recipient of testosterone) is the deliverer of destruction and chaos to our enemies “both foreign and domestic”. As Rush Limbaugh is famous for noting the military must ‘kill the enemy and break their stuff’. I never served in the military. I have had family and friends who have described their service to me however and I have listened to their accounts with great interest.
A soldier takes orders. He always has a superior officer to whom he must answer, and obey. His options in the face of an obvious absence of legal directive are complex and difficult if not impossible to exercise. The possibility that a soldier may be issued an order to kill an innocent, either without due cause or even by mistake, is the most unsavory of dilemma’s. I have never met a bad soldier and I have known many. It is my opinion, though some exceptions exist, that the American soldier is righteous. The fact that a soldier can regard himself rightly as righteous and installed under a banner of goodness is the most empowering aspect to a man tired, wet from sweat, hungry from lack of food and faced buy difficult odds. It is the heart of his charge and the menace to our enemies. Gods arms do not wilt at the approach of his sons in arms. It is by unbounded mercy and wisdom of the most high that mercy and justice prevails, but the Almighty’s ledger of sins weighs heavy with bloody ink whenever this nations covenant has been treacherously breached. The dilemma presents, leaving the innocent soldier as a mere mercenary of dubious action. Soldiers are not murderers. They are men (and women) of high conscience. Their children are adored and their spouses often incredibly strained by the self imposed limits of fidelity;
this comes in addition to the weight of a rifle, with the keeping of a creed ready to exercise by the quick side of the angel of death. By force of will and years of training the soldier carries the means of death, with a commensurate ability to push aside natural empathy.
Death rides quicker when it is fastened to the means by which it is dispatched. To feel compassion for ones enemy must be set aside during the felling of the sword. The gore and agonies must ultimately be traversed in order to bring it to an end. The unholy misfit who deems himself supreme commander, must never imperil the righteous conscience of the American soldier. The men and women whose hands must necessarily be stained with blood, must know at their death, that they have been faithful to their covenant. I speak of the constitution of the United States of America for which these saints among us walk into peril.
The constitution has been more imperiled within the last few decades than perhaps any other time in history. Heads of state (sworn to uphold the constitution) are espousing publicly the merits of surrendering our sovereignty with the United Nations, Federal amalgamation with foreign treasuries, the fairness doctrine is juxtaposed horribly against the first amendment right of free speech, the second amendment in particular, namely the right to bear arms nearly erased in several states and in addition to the perfidious compunction of these weak minded men we have the inventions of homosexual marriage and one racial inequity placed upon the scales against another in fearless experiments, to see rather, if the paper which sits helpless within its glass confines in Washington D.C will get up and defend itself. These men are mistakenly, arrogant in the surety of their actions. For in the roles in her defense there is civilian and there is soldier. The American military is more conservatively linked to the defense of the constitution because it is born and sworn to uphold it. It is composed of a might and purpose which transcends its implements, its guns and bombs and missiles. We the people, when called to muster, are no fiction. Blood may indeed be taken one day when the bounds of our constitution are obliterated by the foolish whims of tyranny. The faces of communism and socialism are entering the worlds alleyways, a fevered couple engaging the ancient unity of lust and profit, power and subjugation.
We should play neither the harlot nor her patron. We must stand accountable to this covenant with our fellow man. The constitution is a compact made before God and to this I do not render as fiction.
Count me the citizen and let me aspire as soldier for America and her constitution.
Milton
Friday, November 7, 2008
The Problem With Charity
Nearly every one has done it. Over the years I have handed many five and 10 dollar bills from my car window to some weather worn transient holding a sign that says: “STRANDED . . . NEED BUS FARE” or “HUSBAND OUT OF WORK . . . NEED TO FEED CHILDREN.” Who can ignore the desperation and pathos from a picture like that? The realization that our own luck could change one day, no doubt inspires a faint if not consciously acknowledged preemptive attempt to assuage karmic indebtedness. But, I believe, that we as human beings, also have a natural optimism, that sustains itself alongside our acts of charity and that causes us to hope for our charity as sustenance to another human as a possible investment in his renewal.
Most of the time however, especially in more populous states like California, I find the same characters day after day working the same spot near an intersection or parking lot, sometimes emitting the strong odor of alcohol or counting substantial wads of cash during a pause in their activities. To be sure, some of our charity does help the worthy, but the surety of my odds with my handouts does not encourage me theses days. When that ten spot goes into a liquor store, it has lost more value than when it goes into a McDonalds.
The American Stock market has lost considerable value within the past few weeks and it has continued to lose value after the 700 billion dollar Federal Bail out.
Americans, as a people, are a far more generous lot than many others. Our private charities abound and Americans often vote for politicians who virtually promise us higher taxes when human charity is to be the monies intended use.
Obama is filling his cabinet. He is proving already, to be unworthy in one respect, of his own mantra, the word “change”, repeated ad nauseam for nearly two straight years, appears now to be nothing more than a political cattle prod used to rouse the American voter, presumably shocking into a state of higher alertness concerning the “new candidate” before them. At least Obama understood better than McCain did, that America indeed wanted things to change. We are currently still ignoring the necessity as to the how, to “change” this economic aspect of existence.
Paul Volker, or Tim Geitherner, respectively and alternately from the Treasury Department and the Federal Reserve and also having served stints in both, are sharp, intelligent executives with pedigrees that are certainly worthy of notice. But like everything else going sour in both our economy and in Washington politics, these men lack an essential quality that is nearly impossible to find these days in establishment hierarchies. Experience is a tarnishing crown, because of its now frequent inability to anticipate and implement “change.”
The formula is supposed to work something like this:
Find people with considerable experience, then find the smartest and most highly recognized among these, then establish their loyalty to you (rarely difficult with remuneration of sufficient magnitude), and above all, let him wave in the proverbial wind for a brief while, at some press function or dinner party, like a subtle perfume to the American focus group that we are. It must be determined that popularity will be among his assets. And, it is no accident that good looks and youth, are now also one of the preeminent qualities Obama is looking for.
Obama had no problems rotating his shoulders to wave at his fans, and both Saturday Night Live and Mad TV demonstrated a peculiar strain of comedy that emphasized the lack thereof with McCain. What I believe McCain had in spades, a lifetime of experience in Washington politics, is not regarded as highly as it used to be. The fact remains, that many, including Senator McCain, by evidence of Senate Bill 109 that never succeeded in making it to the floor for a vote, saw our looming crisis at a time when it was still possible to avert it, but to no avail.
Experience also was on the side of Barney Frank and other similar “denizens of our demise,” who I doubt Obama will oust, because of their supreme political contribution by mere presence, to the new radical constituency which is now the Democratic Party.
Check and checkmate are the order of the day. Hardly one voice can be heard crying wisdom and boldness without two others to counter it with idiocy and partisan invective. Tim Geithner, as president of the Federal Reserve, noted at great length in one of those snoring sessions before the Senate Banking Committee on April 3, the model which would later become that for Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac, specifically, the infusion of funds, from the Federal Reserve at the behest of JP Morgan Chase to the happy tune of a mere 13 billion dollars. The loan was intended to shore up an instability in an important lending institution and signal solidarity and cohesion to investors and stock holders that massive losses would be curtailed and that control was the operative mandate from on high.
Instead, as we know from most recent events, the wind became colder and the king’s tits became suddenly perky as he slung back his shoulders and rode nobly . . . and naked . . . with his procession. A domino effect has transpired; from this small domino of 13 billion dollars, successive failures kept leaning to fall with geometric succession, to the point where 700 billion dollars fell from our economy like a domino rivaling the size of a Stonehenge monolith.
Experience abounds. Everywhere, experienced “wise men’”have been working feverishly to avert the growing disaster. We cannot drop the prime-lending rate to zero. It is so low now that serious investors now have to choose between finding new suitable champions in the stock market that will perform better, or, the “absolute” security of a 1% yield from the ‘absolute’ power of his majesty of the Federal Treasury (perky tits not withstanding).
We can print money too . . . lots more of it. But we are now dropping into a recession. You can only put so much money into Pork Bellies and Orange Juice. A lot of cash is now stranded in the “Experience Lane.” Change alone has not given many investors a clue about what to do with their money, and when money sits, it dies. And, dying it is. The Stock market is floundering in the confusion and Americans are now being laid off in record numbers with no end in sight.
When somebody gets a new idea, it often flounders like a fish out of water tries to get back into the river. I am a prolific inventor. I have floundered for that dear water, many, many times. I have experience and I have partners and I have untold agony every time I try to sell a new invention, because, I am always thrust against the prevailing technology with the dutiful task of demonstrating the merits of the new thing. But change, which is part of the inevitable merit of an invention, must be described and defined with its advantages before the scrutiny of patronage and experience. Without experience, we have no starting point for change and without change, we have no start.
It is too soon to know everything in our future. But in order for Obama to truly succeed at benefiting this nation, he will have to define to his growing entourage of “experienced’”Washington insiders, how they must change this nation in a cohesive clear-headed manner that will strengthen it.
But, signs are already up that compromise will be the order of the day. Barney Frank and Nancy Pelosi are the types who are incapable of cohesive constructive actions, yet I expect them to remain the impediment they are to their own party, their new President and as they have already proven to be, an impediment to this nation.
This nation walks as a singular proposition, yet it appears twain we will go, one leg here and the other leg there . . . steps painful enough to watch, let alone perform, and I’ve never seen a dismembered person laugh about it. And yet, many Americans still display a considerable propensity to laugh, but . . .
I’m not laughing.
Milton
Most of the time however, especially in more populous states like California, I find the same characters day after day working the same spot near an intersection or parking lot, sometimes emitting the strong odor of alcohol or counting substantial wads of cash during a pause in their activities. To be sure, some of our charity does help the worthy, but the surety of my odds with my handouts does not encourage me theses days. When that ten spot goes into a liquor store, it has lost more value than when it goes into a McDonalds.
The American Stock market has lost considerable value within the past few weeks and it has continued to lose value after the 700 billion dollar Federal Bail out.
Americans, as a people, are a far more generous lot than many others. Our private charities abound and Americans often vote for politicians who virtually promise us higher taxes when human charity is to be the monies intended use.
Obama is filling his cabinet. He is proving already, to be unworthy in one respect, of his own mantra, the word “change”, repeated ad nauseam for nearly two straight years, appears now to be nothing more than a political cattle prod used to rouse the American voter, presumably shocking into a state of higher alertness concerning the “new candidate” before them. At least Obama understood better than McCain did, that America indeed wanted things to change. We are currently still ignoring the necessity as to the how, to “change” this economic aspect of existence.
Paul Volker, or Tim Geitherner, respectively and alternately from the Treasury Department and the Federal Reserve and also having served stints in both, are sharp, intelligent executives with pedigrees that are certainly worthy of notice. But like everything else going sour in both our economy and in Washington politics, these men lack an essential quality that is nearly impossible to find these days in establishment hierarchies. Experience is a tarnishing crown, because of its now frequent inability to anticipate and implement “change.”
The formula is supposed to work something like this:
Find people with considerable experience, then find the smartest and most highly recognized among these, then establish their loyalty to you (rarely difficult with remuneration of sufficient magnitude), and above all, let him wave in the proverbial wind for a brief while, at some press function or dinner party, like a subtle perfume to the American focus group that we are. It must be determined that popularity will be among his assets. And, it is no accident that good looks and youth, are now also one of the preeminent qualities Obama is looking for.
Obama had no problems rotating his shoulders to wave at his fans, and both Saturday Night Live and Mad TV demonstrated a peculiar strain of comedy that emphasized the lack thereof with McCain. What I believe McCain had in spades, a lifetime of experience in Washington politics, is not regarded as highly as it used to be. The fact remains, that many, including Senator McCain, by evidence of Senate Bill 109 that never succeeded in making it to the floor for a vote, saw our looming crisis at a time when it was still possible to avert it, but to no avail.
Experience also was on the side of Barney Frank and other similar “denizens of our demise,” who I doubt Obama will oust, because of their supreme political contribution by mere presence, to the new radical constituency which is now the Democratic Party.
Check and checkmate are the order of the day. Hardly one voice can be heard crying wisdom and boldness without two others to counter it with idiocy and partisan invective. Tim Geithner, as president of the Federal Reserve, noted at great length in one of those snoring sessions before the Senate Banking Committee on April 3, the model which would later become that for Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac, specifically, the infusion of funds, from the Federal Reserve at the behest of JP Morgan Chase to the happy tune of a mere 13 billion dollars. The loan was intended to shore up an instability in an important lending institution and signal solidarity and cohesion to investors and stock holders that massive losses would be curtailed and that control was the operative mandate from on high.
Instead, as we know from most recent events, the wind became colder and the king’s tits became suddenly perky as he slung back his shoulders and rode nobly . . . and naked . . . with his procession. A domino effect has transpired; from this small domino of 13 billion dollars, successive failures kept leaning to fall with geometric succession, to the point where 700 billion dollars fell from our economy like a domino rivaling the size of a Stonehenge monolith.
Experience abounds. Everywhere, experienced “wise men’”have been working feverishly to avert the growing disaster. We cannot drop the prime-lending rate to zero. It is so low now that serious investors now have to choose between finding new suitable champions in the stock market that will perform better, or, the “absolute” security of a 1% yield from the ‘absolute’ power of his majesty of the Federal Treasury (perky tits not withstanding).
We can print money too . . . lots more of it. But we are now dropping into a recession. You can only put so much money into Pork Bellies and Orange Juice. A lot of cash is now stranded in the “Experience Lane.” Change alone has not given many investors a clue about what to do with their money, and when money sits, it dies. And, dying it is. The Stock market is floundering in the confusion and Americans are now being laid off in record numbers with no end in sight.
When somebody gets a new idea, it often flounders like a fish out of water tries to get back into the river. I am a prolific inventor. I have floundered for that dear water, many, many times. I have experience and I have partners and I have untold agony every time I try to sell a new invention, because, I am always thrust against the prevailing technology with the dutiful task of demonstrating the merits of the new thing. But change, which is part of the inevitable merit of an invention, must be described and defined with its advantages before the scrutiny of patronage and experience. Without experience, we have no starting point for change and without change, we have no start.
It is too soon to know everything in our future. But in order for Obama to truly succeed at benefiting this nation, he will have to define to his growing entourage of “experienced’”Washington insiders, how they must change this nation in a cohesive clear-headed manner that will strengthen it.
But, signs are already up that compromise will be the order of the day. Barney Frank and Nancy Pelosi are the types who are incapable of cohesive constructive actions, yet I expect them to remain the impediment they are to their own party, their new President and as they have already proven to be, an impediment to this nation.
This nation walks as a singular proposition, yet it appears twain we will go, one leg here and the other leg there . . . steps painful enough to watch, let alone perform, and I’ve never seen a dismembered person laugh about it. And yet, many Americans still display a considerable propensity to laugh, but . . .
I’m not laughing.
Milton
Sunday, November 2, 2008
2008 and Not Ready to Lose
Matter is great stuff. I love Matter. I love that the universe is full of the stuff that crashes into suns by the silly tons per day, that lights up my night with little twinkles that may add to the passion of a kiss or to the mystery of my human context. But amidst the hiss and swirl of chaos in this universe, exists the scintilla, a mere tickle of energies, the electron and photon, which dance to the lucky quantum tunes of self, at the manifest behest of our sentient awareness. It is the least in energies manifest and yet the greatest to enter the vast waters of time and space.
There are some who buy the naughty idea that self awareness is a mere accident, an illusion to which life falls prey, not to be taken at all seriously . . . and there is the rub, for I do. I believe, that to accept as sacred ones being, conveys a certain advantage, not only in survival but to finding happiness. In the end, no man who is unable to muster enthusiasm for his own life, will feel compelled to protect the lives of others. I also believe that ones self is not to be trifled with . . . that it is best regarded as reality . . . even transcendentally so, because we can perceive the Devine, the spark that gives us all meaning is from a vast flame of personhood worthy of our striving. I . . . am . . . happy. The first two words of that sentence gives meaning to the last word which is a mere adjective and highly dependent on the noun, “I”.
The name of God is, “I Am.”
Here we go. Humor this pedantic school teacher one moment and please pay attention; this is really simple and it means something. Thoughts, when factually representative of Devine principles, have enormous power. Genesis proposes the universe itself was generated from thought. Our persons, are centers of observation. We are the posts, the outposts and the recorders of events. The ideas which zoom through our brains must be brought to task, against results. A thing is either real or not real. An idea is either helpful or not helpful. There are things we can eat and things that can eat us and most would concur the former is to our advantage. We can engage in a vote, as a means of calibration between perceptions, note our preferences of ideology or even experiment with novel opinions, but we cannot vote for a chocolate apport between the cheeks of a donkey nor the symphonies of Mendelssohn to erupt from the same. Something is amiss, and yet, behold! It has been tried before. A larg e crowd is clapping. An ass is bowing. What on earth is all this fuss about?
I digress. Here is the next thought:
“I,” the 8th letter of both the Roman and English alphabet, the normative singular pronoun, which in the vernacular English, is understood to be used by a speaker in reference to himself or herself (the more blessed sex of which I am only witness and adherent) has made note via the synaptic junctions of also singular synaptic monomolecular connections (small though they are) the following observations, which have also been made by similar brains of similar construct as my own, independent of communications between the same. Here then is scintilla:
1. That small instabilities between the correlation of facts, i.e., transfer of data, may enable hidden variables, (idiots) to amplify untruths (lies), into a mainstream data mechanism (news media).
2. Copulatory reflexes (such as the recent expressions from news anchor regarding ‘tingling up his leg’)
Whoopee’s “I would do him”, and crowds of adherents in the latest democratic convention chanting in delirium, hands outstretched to heaven, amidst their Hollywood heaven of Styrofoam and stucco, their mantra, Obama, Obama, etc.
3. There appears to be a contest between me (I, the normative singular person) and others, possessing said similar synaptic conjunctions to dissimilar adherent.
Note the dissimilar:
Obama will reduce the constitution of the United States to an opinion poll of arguable merits. Human life will stand as a force to be tamed. Freedom will become an abbreviated illusion for services rendered. The masses of humanity will become conceptual ploys in four year challenges against reason and against fact. Fact, that empirical impediment to mental chaos, will become the whim of our new leader. Obama will give us our truth, our Obama opium, not even inhaled but sucked down unrefined and chunky, down our emaciated soul bellies. Forsaken are the reality based synaptic injunctions. Welcome all America to your new savior! Here he is! Good bye to the promises you thought where genuine! Goodbye America! Is their really any proof for this? Read Karl Marx, Obama’s mentor: “nothing can have value without being the object of utility.” (hard core materialism) “the first requisite for the happiness of the people is the abolition of religion”. (Materialists cannot abide a supreme spiritual being, nor the worship thereof) “The meaning of peace is the absence of opposition to socialism”. (And this “absence” has always meant forceful elimination.)
Am I connecting too many distanced dots? Has Obama ever exhibited, in all his campaigning, any reverence for the Almighty. Has the reverend Jeremiah Wright been expressing the supreme love of our God? Hasn’t the theme of “Abolition” been continually spouted by Wright, Ayers and now Obama under the new guise of “change”. Isn’t there anything Obama can leave untouched because it works well enough? And this “absence of peace” is certainly equated by Obama’s actions as the need to “eliminate opposition”, his mud hunters sent to Alaska and his attempt to intimidate “opposition” in Missouri with conscripted police, seeming to be only limited by the governor, not Obama’s reason.
Ah, but I digress, the contest is not yet over! There is after all, still a faint chance that McCain will win. The fact is, that to fall off the wire when so many solid footings abound, is humanities preeminent dilemma. Now more than ever, the tipping must not prevail. We are a frail race with amplified abilities that laugh at the spears and clubs and arrows of yore, for we now command the nucleus, the gene, the masses, with pixels and digital sound bites within millisecond delivery. Sanity is such a fragile thing and self-destruction is such a tempting abyss. We have newsreels of frenzied masses adoring other catastrophic choices, choices which cost us millions in human life. What of us who still hold life sacred, who hold ourselves in contempt for losing to such chaos?
Obama . . . that having been said, let us see how quickly the contest resolves in the headlines of American events. Let us see how quickly the ecstatic followers of Obama evaporate, when his messianic claims are abbreviated by the facts. To be sure, we will all suffer shortly. The events of the following years will impact America like the blade of a bulldozer. We will all suffer.
But let it stand for the record, that I, Milton, the normative singular person, noted with others, the disaster to come and the millions of voters who couldn’t grasp the facts, which were in evidence, of the person to whom they where so infatuated beyond reason . . . Obama . . . the name will resonate in history and about whom no voter will beat his breast in shame for the election of the presiding personage over the demise of America, its constitution, its republic, its democratic invective, the worlds hope, and all doubts to the imperative doom of the human race . . . . let the few who have read this blog (the meaning of which stems from the synaptic monomolecular firings within the person of Milton, born 5-23-58 in a small farm cottage in Fresno California, a place not frequented by any politico-VIP or front page face from Newsweek, but nonetheless noted by God the omnipresent, which means “everywhere”, even Fresno California, a subset of “everywhere.” God, who counts hairs and sparrows, the ninety and nine and by implication if not inspiration, humans, we, idiots and presiders extraordinaire over a world most upside down, and yes, even these monomolecular singularities which preside in the divine consciousness of God as quantum fluctuations, pushed into singular event-hood by the powers instilled by our Creator, the very sacred human power of choice, the collective, that is, a democratic majority, hereby spat in the face of the Almighty, and said as plainly as might be said by the powers of human proclivity and sentient action . . . I choose death! Death to my unborn . . . Death to myself and any meaning to my existence (which is merely a thing of opinion) . . . Death to any generation who espouses hope in purpose, life, liberty, happiness, freedom and independence. Let the record now stand, that a “tingling of the leg” has decided the doom of this age. Cursed is our race. Only the grace of a benevolent God can save us.
May the travails of this generation be shortened by the reason and sanity of our righteous and all-powerful God! America is where we ran to find solace and freedom from European tyranny. There are no more Americas. Someone just stepped onto Plymouth Rock and said, “Take me back, I liked the Inquisition, the potato famine, the king’s axe . . .” This paragraph is merely reflective of my own incredulity and utter amazement. I just see America’s thumb struck hard with a hammer and thought I heard, “Wow, that felt great! I’m going to do it again!
It should be said, for balance sake, that evil is recursively slaved to visit itself like a flame run amok after the pyromaniac strikes the fatal match in the middle of a dry pine forest. The apocalypse of John makes this self-evident. The Devil is about to burn. And I do not presume Obama is the devil. God almighty will prevail. But the ride through this future is not to be trifled. How can this be? Do I rant like a southern Baptist at camp meeting? I’m not a Baptist, but I’ll bet you finish reading this blog anyway.
God is all-powerful and all-merciful. We wish for his grace in moments of pain and cry for his mercy when doom approaches. He is at the center of a billion curses per hour and thus mankind avows his existence continually if not humbly.
A reckoning comes; this, like the rising of the sun, is the morning I await. All else is soon to be the shameful history and a painful digression. Obama will be remembered. But not well.
Heaven knows, and we might guess with good odds, the dozen others waiting in the wings, but Obama made the cut. He stands eagerly on the sidelines. His destiny arrives . . . he sees the curl of an ancient finger and bolts off the bench. Here he is!
My head aches for myself, for my children and even for him. He is such a believer and with no evidence at all supporting the efficacy for socialism, he looks not once to the evidence at hand. History, after all, can be interpreted. Yet, the war on poverty is now an engulfing subsidy for more. Nobody stops and says, “Oops, that doesn’t work!” Socialist empires like the Soviet Union lie smoldering in economic ruin, yet 250 million of these people can’t be trusted to report on their pervading condition; it causes Obama no pause.
It is we he now wants. “We, the people,” in some grand nightmare called “hope” and “change.”
Ah the “audacity”!
Milton
There are some who buy the naughty idea that self awareness is a mere accident, an illusion to which life falls prey, not to be taken at all seriously . . . and there is the rub, for I do. I believe, that to accept as sacred ones being, conveys a certain advantage, not only in survival but to finding happiness. In the end, no man who is unable to muster enthusiasm for his own life, will feel compelled to protect the lives of others. I also believe that ones self is not to be trifled with . . . that it is best regarded as reality . . . even transcendentally so, because we can perceive the Devine, the spark that gives us all meaning is from a vast flame of personhood worthy of our striving. I . . . am . . . happy. The first two words of that sentence gives meaning to the last word which is a mere adjective and highly dependent on the noun, “I”.
The name of God is, “I Am.”
Here we go. Humor this pedantic school teacher one moment and please pay attention; this is really simple and it means something. Thoughts, when factually representative of Devine principles, have enormous power. Genesis proposes the universe itself was generated from thought. Our persons, are centers of observation. We are the posts, the outposts and the recorders of events. The ideas which zoom through our brains must be brought to task, against results. A thing is either real or not real. An idea is either helpful or not helpful. There are things we can eat and things that can eat us and most would concur the former is to our advantage. We can engage in a vote, as a means of calibration between perceptions, note our preferences of ideology or even experiment with novel opinions, but we cannot vote for a chocolate apport between the cheeks of a donkey nor the symphonies of Mendelssohn to erupt from the same. Something is amiss, and yet, behold! It has been tried before. A larg e crowd is clapping. An ass is bowing. What on earth is all this fuss about?
I digress. Here is the next thought:
“I,” the 8th letter of both the Roman and English alphabet, the normative singular pronoun, which in the vernacular English, is understood to be used by a speaker in reference to himself or herself (the more blessed sex of which I am only witness and adherent) has made note via the synaptic junctions of also singular synaptic monomolecular connections (small though they are) the following observations, which have also been made by similar brains of similar construct as my own, independent of communications between the same. Here then is scintilla:
1. That small instabilities between the correlation of facts, i.e., transfer of data, may enable hidden variables, (idiots) to amplify untruths (lies), into a mainstream data mechanism (news media).
2. Copulatory reflexes (such as the recent expressions from news anchor regarding ‘tingling up his leg’)
Whoopee’s “I would do him”, and crowds of adherents in the latest democratic convention chanting in delirium, hands outstretched to heaven, amidst their Hollywood heaven of Styrofoam and stucco, their mantra, Obama, Obama, etc.
3. There appears to be a contest between me (I, the normative singular person) and others, possessing said similar synaptic conjunctions to dissimilar adherent.
Note the dissimilar:
Obama will reduce the constitution of the United States to an opinion poll of arguable merits. Human life will stand as a force to be tamed. Freedom will become an abbreviated illusion for services rendered. The masses of humanity will become conceptual ploys in four year challenges against reason and against fact. Fact, that empirical impediment to mental chaos, will become the whim of our new leader. Obama will give us our truth, our Obama opium, not even inhaled but sucked down unrefined and chunky, down our emaciated soul bellies. Forsaken are the reality based synaptic injunctions. Welcome all America to your new savior! Here he is! Good bye to the promises you thought where genuine! Goodbye America! Is their really any proof for this? Read Karl Marx, Obama’s mentor: “nothing can have value without being the object of utility.” (hard core materialism) “the first requisite for the happiness of the people is the abolition of religion”. (Materialists cannot abide a supreme spiritual being, nor the worship thereof) “The meaning of peace is the absence of opposition to socialism”. (And this “absence” has always meant forceful elimination.)
Am I connecting too many distanced dots? Has Obama ever exhibited, in all his campaigning, any reverence for the Almighty. Has the reverend Jeremiah Wright been expressing the supreme love of our God? Hasn’t the theme of “Abolition” been continually spouted by Wright, Ayers and now Obama under the new guise of “change”. Isn’t there anything Obama can leave untouched because it works well enough? And this “absence of peace” is certainly equated by Obama’s actions as the need to “eliminate opposition”, his mud hunters sent to Alaska and his attempt to intimidate “opposition” in Missouri with conscripted police, seeming to be only limited by the governor, not Obama’s reason.
Ah, but I digress, the contest is not yet over! There is after all, still a faint chance that McCain will win. The fact is, that to fall off the wire when so many solid footings abound, is humanities preeminent dilemma. Now more than ever, the tipping must not prevail. We are a frail race with amplified abilities that laugh at the spears and clubs and arrows of yore, for we now command the nucleus, the gene, the masses, with pixels and digital sound bites within millisecond delivery. Sanity is such a fragile thing and self-destruction is such a tempting abyss. We have newsreels of frenzied masses adoring other catastrophic choices, choices which cost us millions in human life. What of us who still hold life sacred, who hold ourselves in contempt for losing to such chaos?
Obama . . . that having been said, let us see how quickly the contest resolves in the headlines of American events. Let us see how quickly the ecstatic followers of Obama evaporate, when his messianic claims are abbreviated by the facts. To be sure, we will all suffer shortly. The events of the following years will impact America like the blade of a bulldozer. We will all suffer.
But let it stand for the record, that I, Milton, the normative singular person, noted with others, the disaster to come and the millions of voters who couldn’t grasp the facts, which were in evidence, of the person to whom they where so infatuated beyond reason . . . Obama . . . the name will resonate in history and about whom no voter will beat his breast in shame for the election of the presiding personage over the demise of America, its constitution, its republic, its democratic invective, the worlds hope, and all doubts to the imperative doom of the human race . . . . let the few who have read this blog (the meaning of which stems from the synaptic monomolecular firings within the person of Milton, born 5-23-58 in a small farm cottage in Fresno California, a place not frequented by any politico-VIP or front page face from Newsweek, but nonetheless noted by God the omnipresent, which means “everywhere”, even Fresno California, a subset of “everywhere.” God, who counts hairs and sparrows, the ninety and nine and by implication if not inspiration, humans, we, idiots and presiders extraordinaire over a world most upside down, and yes, even these monomolecular singularities which preside in the divine consciousness of God as quantum fluctuations, pushed into singular event-hood by the powers instilled by our Creator, the very sacred human power of choice, the collective, that is, a democratic majority, hereby spat in the face of the Almighty, and said as plainly as might be said by the powers of human proclivity and sentient action . . . I choose death! Death to my unborn . . . Death to myself and any meaning to my existence (which is merely a thing of opinion) . . . Death to any generation who espouses hope in purpose, life, liberty, happiness, freedom and independence. Let the record now stand, that a “tingling of the leg” has decided the doom of this age. Cursed is our race. Only the grace of a benevolent God can save us.
May the travails of this generation be shortened by the reason and sanity of our righteous and all-powerful God! America is where we ran to find solace and freedom from European tyranny. There are no more Americas. Someone just stepped onto Plymouth Rock and said, “Take me back, I liked the Inquisition, the potato famine, the king’s axe . . .” This paragraph is merely reflective of my own incredulity and utter amazement. I just see America’s thumb struck hard with a hammer and thought I heard, “Wow, that felt great! I’m going to do it again!
It should be said, for balance sake, that evil is recursively slaved to visit itself like a flame run amok after the pyromaniac strikes the fatal match in the middle of a dry pine forest. The apocalypse of John makes this self-evident. The Devil is about to burn. And I do not presume Obama is the devil. God almighty will prevail. But the ride through this future is not to be trifled. How can this be? Do I rant like a southern Baptist at camp meeting? I’m not a Baptist, but I’ll bet you finish reading this blog anyway.
God is all-powerful and all-merciful. We wish for his grace in moments of pain and cry for his mercy when doom approaches. He is at the center of a billion curses per hour and thus mankind avows his existence continually if not humbly.
A reckoning comes; this, like the rising of the sun, is the morning I await. All else is soon to be the shameful history and a painful digression. Obama will be remembered. But not well.
Heaven knows, and we might guess with good odds, the dozen others waiting in the wings, but Obama made the cut. He stands eagerly on the sidelines. His destiny arrives . . . he sees the curl of an ancient finger and bolts off the bench. Here he is!
My head aches for myself, for my children and even for him. He is such a believer and with no evidence at all supporting the efficacy for socialism, he looks not once to the evidence at hand. History, after all, can be interpreted. Yet, the war on poverty is now an engulfing subsidy for more. Nobody stops and says, “Oops, that doesn’t work!” Socialist empires like the Soviet Union lie smoldering in economic ruin, yet 250 million of these people can’t be trusted to report on their pervading condition; it causes Obama no pause.
It is we he now wants. “We, the people,” in some grand nightmare called “hope” and “change.”
Ah the “audacity”!
Milton
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)