It's About No Perfect Control of Our Emotions, Freedoms, and Liberties Thing

Dear America,

dear, dear America.

In spite of what I began with just yesterday,

perhaps this is a day to surrender to the emotional moment, and turn to our brothers and sisters to cry, hug and love one another better than we did the day before.

If there was ever a moment, this might be it.

One of the things my girl and I do after a day that hits us harder than most is make our evening meal a four course breakfast.  We break out the bacon and eggs and pancakes and fresh fruit and muffins and even go so far as to make hashbrowns from scratch.  We venture to start the day over as if it never happened.

But just how do we find the remedy, the recourse, the comforting recollection of all things safe and warm and good in this world after a day like yesterday?

A day like yesterday leaves every single one of us crushed in every possible way.  Is it domestic terrorism or is it "man-made" terrorism organically cultivated somewhere else around the world -- we do not know; that conclusion remains to be revealed.  Does it really matter right now?   It's done.  It happened.  And the day will carry over for many days to come.  Perhaps the answers will come.  Certainly, the sooner the better.

So what do we do with ourselves today -- wrapped up into this emotional moment with  every fiber of our being -- with no where to put it, no where to hide, no where to go other than sit with the suffocating pain and a kind of sadness unimaginable until just yesterday... or the kind of sadness that takes our memory back to Newtown, or Fort Hood, or  the likes of 9/11?    What do we do with ourselves today?

We pray for each other.

We care for our families, and reach out to our friends.

We keep going in the best possible way, considering the emotional moment the collective is experiencing all together.

Reminded of something the Coolio of yesterday once said, let us not be quick to fool ourselves;  "national legislation" cannot touch this...

"There can be no perfect control

of personal conduct by national legislation."

No, that kind of perfect conduct is directly influenced from Something greater than ourselves, and made of Something not of this world. [And, as things should align with the Divine design, It happens to be the only equal-opportunity Influence -- championing good conduct and excellence in the every day -- made known and respected the world over.]

It also happens to be the same Something Something that comforts us when emotional moments take us to a realm unfathomable -- in times we think we can never overcome or find a way through it.

I can't think of anything else to say right now, so let me add a new Coolidgism in closing:

    "Liberty is not collective,

it is personal.

All liberty is individual liberty."

Indeed.  Dare I say, it feels all too personal today.  God Bless us.

Make it a Good Day, G

It's Just a Day to Bounce Off a Little Coolio Thing

Dear America,

This morning finds me deep into admiration for something Calvin Coolidge once said...

"[I will not] surrender to every emotional moment."

 

Which is hilarious, really...considering that this girl wears her emotions like a Gucci bag -- as in all over the place and wherever I want --  but let's not digress two cents and a mortgage payment in, right?

Then there is also this one...

"There can be no perfect control

of personal conduct by national legislation."

oooooh and this one....

"When depression in business comes

we begin to be very conservative

 in our financial affairs.

We save our money and take no chances

in its investment.

Yet

 in our political actions

we go in the opposite direction.

We begin to support radical measures

 and cast our votes

for those who advance

 the most reckless proposals.

This is a curious

and illogical reaction."

For a WHOLE LOT MORE, go here...it will take you to a post by Gary Galles @ Lew Rockwell. It's a fantastic compilation of the best of Coolidge, ironically titled "Silent Cal Had a Lot To Say."

Coming off of one of the most productive, yet relaxing --- and dare I say, suspiciously emotionally calm -- spring break, my visit today will be kept brief.   Besides, if you click into Coolio there, you could very well spend the remainder of the day contemplating all things Cal...not to be confused with all things So Cal from this girl.


Make it a Good Day, G

One of my spring flings included a thirty dollar spending spree at a local used/rare books establishment.   For simply peanuts! I got a copy of Ben Franklin's Poor Richard's Almanack; Thomas Paine's Essential Thinkers; The Spirit of '76 by Becker, Clark and Dodd; an abridged/edited version of John Locke's An Essay Concerning Human Understanding; and for kicks, Woody Holton's Unruly Americans and the Origins of the Constitution (this one I nearly left on the shelf; however, just a couple of pages in, I discovered it's dedication simply said this, "For Gretchen."  So, hello -- if that's not the proverbial coconut bouncing off my noggin, I don't know what is.

And on a more personal note, the strangest of things happened over the weekend...I watched golf -- ON TV! -- again.   It's a rare thing, I know, but how about that Master's tourney?   What a super fun finish!  Let's bring out the "snap cup" [think Elle in Legally Blonde] for the Aussie, Adam Scott -- simply bringing it in the do-over... And for Angel --- an honorable sportsman.  And wasn't it such a sweet thing to watch him maneuver the green with his caddy, and son...And all going down in that glorious rain.

It was a great distraction from the world, no?  What with the pending war with North Korea, the Immigration "reform" bill sitting in the Senate, and the Gun Control/Liberty/2nd Amendment Hostile Takeover still looming...and Tax Day no less [that last link there, is from The Patriot Post...just a place offering a plethora of levity and logic to meet the immediate needs of this highly emotional day.  Stay calm, eat some chocolate, and carry on...

****     this post  *****

was written nearly three hours prior to the horror in Boston.

Let us pray

 for the city of Boston

and every single soul.

For now, my heart breaks.