Just Let Me -- G -- Indoctrinate You!

Friday, July 8, 2016

It's Recognizing the Whole Truth Thing

Dear America,

"Laws are made for men 
of ordinary understanding and should,
 therefore, be construed 
by the ordinary rules of common sense.  
Their meaning is not to be sought 
for in metaphysical subtleties 
which may make anything mean 
everything or nothing at pleasure."  

Thomas Jefferson (1823)

"yesterday's blog" (an excellent read, by the way, even though it dates all the way back to 6/14/16)...Responding to the Orlando Islamic Extremist attack, and it was a sad day to report.  Within the day, mind you, little g added the horrific, real-life data available and subsequently opined in a brief written expressly for Imprimis, a publication of Hillsdale College, by Heather Mac Donald.  It encapsulates a breakdown in society that has to concern every American.

Now this girl has had her head distracted for the better part of her days since about the first week of May -- it just so happened to be about the time my girl came home from school, and it marked the beginning of what I'd like to call a "season of preparation,"  The next big thing on the list was getting her ready for Argentina and an entire six months abroad! in every sense of the word. 

Needless to say, this G Thing has been left asunder, just bobbing out in the ether without a tether, a heartfelt grounding, rooted in the dissemination of the daily happenings in America from a certain point of view.

And when this occurs, randomly and almost haphazardly over the years (seven to be exact), I sometimes feel the tinge of guilt. And with that guilt, it gets easier and easier to want to shut it all down, completely buried in the utter disappointment of myself.  The Diary on the Day has missed so much... 

Show me your ways, LORD,
teach me your paths.
Guide me in your truth 
and teach me, 
for you are God my Savior,
 and my hope is 
in you all day long.
 Psalm 25:4-5

And then slowly, natural instinct tells me to pick myself up and be more patient; it tells me to start at the source and listen to the still small voice inside me, calling upon me to release the sensations that cause me to stumble in my own inadequacies and persevere...one step at a time, one day at a time.

Just breathe, G, just breathe.

In light of what transpired last night -- in Dallas -- an evening that began in peaceful protest and ended in the murder of five police officers, how does America pick herself up?  How do we do it....again and again?

In short:  The one and true answer is going back to the Source of all things. for America is bobbing upon a rocky sea of humanity, totally and completely un-tethered.

Looking upon the swath of the population who chooses to break the law (given my belief we can all decipher right from wrong)  -- whether being from the elite class (i.e. Hillary) to the very very bottom of society -- it seems quite evident, lawlessness is indiscriminate; racism is indiscriminate; corruption of the law itself is indiscriminate.

And we are living in a day when it is tragically not only indiscriminate, but wanton and rampant.

The Lord's Prayer tells us how to respond --

"forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us."

Twelve words.  Twelve powerful words that carry the capacity to guide us, under God.  One day at a time.  One peaceful step, or protest, at a time.

If you read "yesterday's blog" it would tell you black lives are in danger, most certainly.  IN matters of personal accountability and independence, black lives are -- for the better part of the whole -- torn asunder.   Stunning statistics illuminate deeper issues within the African-American community, and this girl is pretty close to saying it is between God and the African-American community to fix it.  Fathers and mothers are both required to raise good, secure, children of strong character; an education is required to become responsible adults; a steadfast faith is most helpful to guide each soul through the day to day, upon the straight and narrow path, of following the law.   These are just facts of life... totally indiscriminate of the color of one's skin.

If families were all made of this, society would be rich, self-actualized, meeting up with more and more success each day.

From my June blog, worthy of repeating --------

Every year, approximately 6,000 blacks are murdered. This is a number greater than white and Hispanic homicide victims combined, even though blacks are only 13 percent of the national population. Blacks are killed at six times the rate of whites and Hispanics combined. In Los Angeles, blacks between the ages of 20 and 24 die at a rate 20 to 30 times the national mean. Who is killing them? Not the police, and not white civilians, but other blacks. The astronomical black death-by-homicide rate is a function of the black crime rate. Black males between the ages of 14 and 17 commit homicide at ten times the rate of white and Hispanic male teens combined. Blacks of all ages commit homicide at eight times the rate of whites and Hispanics combined, and at eleven times the rate of whites alone.

The police could end all lethal uses of force tomorrow and it would have at most a trivial effect on the black death-by-homicide rate. The nation’s police killed 987 civilians in 2015, according to a database compiled by The Washington Post. Whites were 50 percent—or 493—of those victims, and blacks were 26 percent—or 258. Most of those victims of police shootings, white and black, were armed or otherwise threatening the officer with potentially lethal force...

Moreover, 40 percent of all cop killers have been black over the last decade. And a larger proportion of white and Hispanic homicide deaths are a result of police killings than black homicide deaths—but don’t expect to hear that from the media or from the political enablers of the Black Lives Matter movement. Twelve percent of all white and Hispanic homicide victims are killed by police officers, compared to four percent of all black homicide victims. If we’re going to have a “Lives Matter” anti-police movement, it would be more appropriately named “White and Hispanic Lives Matter.”

go ahead and make fun of me, if you are so inclined to lash out in cowardly, anonymous attacks -- but the question remains,  how will we, in America, RISE to the occasion thrust upon us in this day?

When will we talk about the whole truth and not the lie?

 In the same vein as there is a time for everything, for every season under heaven, this is the time for America to return to a season of planting, of re-rooting ourselves in the very ideas, self-evident and true,  that prove worthy for all of mankind.    Prudence, indeed, is asked of us once again.

Lost over time, over generations, is a certain understanding of our duty to country, and more importantly, to each other, as citizens.   The season of preparation to live in a country of law and order, and not chaos, is what's at hand.  And it can be as easy as packing our own bags, simply starting with the basics, if that's all we have.  And with that being said, hatred has no place; discrimination has no place; violence has no place.

An aspiration of John Adams may just lead us to our close today --

"to see rising in America 
an empire of liberty, 
and the prospect of two 
or three hundred millions of freemen, 
without one noble or one king among them."

and there you go.

we are there -- at the number of 300 hundred million of us...and we are bobbing up and down frantically...

....lost is the separation of powers in government, now fully corrupted and broken

...lost is the connection of life Under God, and the Divine Providence once honored

...lost is the individual mandate of duty to country, and to ourselves, to rise to the occasion in the every day to protect life, all life -- and to secure liberty, all liberty --  all in the Pursuit of Happiness, although not guaranteed.

And now to my favorite muse, Elle Woods, of Legally Blonde, who famously told us -- "Endorphin's make you happy.  Happy people just don't shoot their husbands [or people in general]."

Where does such happiness come?

It's a peacefulness that passes all understanding; it's living a good life -- even if that means working really hard to earn a little living, carving out a life, raising a family; it's making ends meet  -- even if that means eating peanut butter and jelly four out of five dinners; it's doing our homework, showing up for the job, walking to the bus stop, saving our money, making sure our children are asleep and in bed by 8 maybe 8;30 with a book on a school night, it's saying our prayers, it's storing our guns in safe places, it's respecting the police, it's loving our neighbors as ourselves, it's honoring our father and our mother, it's not coveting our neighbor's husband/wife/or things, it's recognizing right from wrong, it's not selling drugs, it's not participating in gangs, it's not shooting up our communities, it's not breaking the law, it's telling the truth, it's living in peace, peacefully, in brotherly love.  Oh, and I could go on.

Living such a life of peacefulness breeds a life of peacefulness...

This sort of peacefulness sanctifies our days, carrying the natural power to settle us down and shelter us, even when confronted with great transgressions -- whether of our own making or another's.

The thing is -- not sure a time of protest is what will save us right now.

It seems to be more of a time to prepare, unite, and RISE in One Direction, demonstrably infallible and everlasting.

[And this is kinda funny, given my inclination to watch the signs -- it is no accident that just today, Heather MacDonald was on the radio with Rush...Of course, he was only a month behind the old g thing...just sayin'....tee hee]

The light of a new day in America is as close as my integrity linking arms with your integrity and so on and so on -- for it's our moral duty to country, for our future; and it begins with telling the truth, and living by the truth, so help me God, case closed.

May God bless our law enforcement in Dallas, and everywhere, today and all the days of our lives...

Make it a Good Day, G

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