It's Till Death Do Us Part Thing

Dear America,

so gonna jump back in this morning...

as things are a wee bit mad around here.

While this little lady just finished spending a near non-stop week doing her nanny gig (even with overnights!) -- it seemed as if the whole country was coming apart at the seams; and the sad thing is -- we are becoming quite anesthetized to it.   It's as if we -- and when I say we, I mean, true Americans -- have cried 'uncle' en masse while waving the white flag of a full-fledged surrender.

Here's just one story.  It begins at Jackson Hole High and ends with a full-fledged revolt.   According to reports, the authorities in charge, decided to replace "America Pride Day" with "College Day" during a week celebrating homecoming (each year, the week is carved out with festivities for each day, with a theme, recommended dress, etc.., and up until this year, "America Pride Day" has been included.  See more at The Daily Caller, here).  Long story short, the authorities didn't want to offend the un-American population, so they re-framed the day singing a more politically correct vibe; American patriotism OUT, multi-culturalism IN.  [Wouldn't the Framers of our Constitution be aghast!]

Oh. Okay. Jackson Hole High.

Are you kidding me? !

This is in the United States of America! ?  

Now some of you may know that I have recently become a full-fledged member of the DAR -- Daughters of the American Revolution.

Take note, now -- 

full-fledged 

has quickly escalated 

to being the word of the day 

in only a matter of minutes

You know "full-fledged" is defined as:

1. Having reached full development; mature.

2. Having full status or rank: a full-fledged lawyer.

3. Having fully developed adult plumage.

And all of a sudden, I swooooooon in just the thought of it, like a lady in waiting.  Yes.  Indeed.  No longer am I just the nanny, GiGi -- I am the lady in waiting of the little Mrs. and Queen of the Castle, twenty-first century be damned.   But now look at me, getting so carried away...

The DAR was founded on October 11, 1890!

America was experiencing a patriotic revival in those days.  It was after the Civil War, as you all know, and the times, and the spirits, were uplifted, changing swiftly.  From the DAR chapter handbook, "[W]omen felt the desire to express their patriotic feelings and were frustrated by their exclusion from men's organizations formed to perpetuate the memory of ancestors who fought to make this country free and independent."  Thus came the DAR!   I am woman, hear me roar.  And here we are, 125 years later.

More from the handbook:

"The objectives laid forth in the first meeting of the DAR have remained the same in over 100 years of active service to this nation.  Those objectives are:
Historical -- to perpetuate the memory and spirit of the men and women who achieved American Independence
Educational -- to carry out the injunction of Washington in his farewell address to the American people, "to promote, as an object of primary importance, institutions for the general diffusion of knowledge, thus developing an enlightened public opinion..."
Patriotic -- to cherish, maintain, and extend the institutions of American freedom, to foster true patriotism and love of country, and to aid in securing for mankind all the blessings of liberty."

Without the mandate to become full-fledged citizens of this country -- taking the oath of loyalty, assimilating into the American culture, learning and speaking English only, and fully transitioning into the body of Americans with our whole heart and soul, respective of the Rule of Law and the unspoken spirit and duty of self-reliance -- America becomes diluted, diminished, weakened, impoverished, and crippled to the point of death.

And that day is here and now.

Today, more than ever, the numbers of the loss of life and limb -- backed by the full-fledged intentions of what they were fighting for -- during the Revolutionary War, becomes something very real.  It's becomes alive with a spirit almost non-existent in this new era of nonchalance.  [Especially when the intentions of this administration to seek gun control measures through executive action poses to be a real and tyrannical threat.] 

Bear in mind, America was a population of only about 2.5 million souls back then.   We lost 25,000 patriots, with about 8,000 of those in combat!  What devotion!  What pride!  What desperation!

A military of simply full-fledged citizenry congregated, organized, fought, and died for the freedoms and liberties we still enjoy today.   If the colonies had allowed "gun control" to succeed in the day -- America might never have happened.

And for what?  To be told, "stop acting, like, all patriotic, kids, it might, like, hurt somebody's feelings."  

Americans have fought for the right thing all through the years.

In the Civil War, we lost 750,000! with a population at that time of about 31.5 million citizens.  That number amounts to nearly 2.5% of the populace.  In World War II, we lost just over 405,000! with a total population at the start of the war to be about 133 million (.307%).   During the Vietnam War, we lost 58,000!, about 47, 000 actually in combat, at a time when America's population was about 179 million at the start.   And following 9/11:   the Afghanistan and Iraq wars on terror have so far totaled 6,717! men and women lost, about 5,281 in combat -- which is about .002% of our starting population of 294 million American souls [2000 census].

All in all -- from 1775 to the present:  we have lost about 665,000 in combat, with a total loss of patriots to be about  1,355,664! and total wounded 1,498,237!  If calculated against the total population today, that 3 million is one percent; in other words, this one percent made it possible for this population of 300 million to live.   It's a full-fledged one percent -- a level of patriotism and heroism all their own -- who fully account of every American who gave freely of their own lives so that this 300 million can live in freedom and liberty today -- or dare I re-frame, squander it away.

America's foundations -- from the tangible to the intangible, from that which is seen to the unseen -- are crumbling from within and WE are not even showing up to fight the good fight.  Oh heaven!  WE are acting like bystanders and steadfast,  stupidly, wilting, swooning even,  to the political elite and the prevailing populace who only wish harm on America (see: the rush of immigrants coming across the border, illegally, and some with papers, who have NO intention of assimilation), embarrassed by America (see: our president... saying just so on multiple occasions, both domestic and foreign), and congruently wish to fundamentally transform America from the inside out.  

Our sovereignty and sanctity and integrity is fighting a battle like never before.  

The thing is, what we have here is called full-fledged tyranny, really.   

And it will create the very conditions to call for full-fledged anarchy, if we are not mindful with how we proceed from here.  That is, if, and only if, we continue to have and to hold a multitude of patriots willing to protect this nation, and all she stands, in perfect, full-fledged allegiance -- come rain or shine, in sickness and in health, for rich or for poorer, till death do us part.

Make it a Good Day, G

It's No Time to Sleep Thing

Dear America,

now I've been drowning in inspiration these days...

(it's not like there isn't enough to talk about, right.)

But here I am -- after weeks of silence, after days of shaking my head in utter disgust, in disbelief, in questioning everything, while questioning even more the people we have placed in power, the muse that finally got through to me came from a bottle.

And it was just a bottle of Jim Beam Bourbon, too.

But for some reason, the label showing the Seven Generations hit me hard, as if the bar stool was swept, totally unsuspecting, right out from under me.

 For in the last days, weeks, and most of a month, if not two, I've been readying an application for the Daughter's of the American Revolution.  And believe me -- if you thought I was an American girl BEFORE, just you wait.

Never in my life have I felt so connected to THIS country, THIS purpose, THIS life. 

I can't sleep.

Sure, a big part has been the fifty something, something night sweats keeping me up at night -- but now, it's coupled with this deep sense of knowing of where I came!  And this knowing comes with great excitement.  So much so, I find it hard to sleep.  

I have multiple ancestors having set foot on this soil dating to the early 1600's; and, in turn, have multiple ancestor's having fought for freedom and liberty for all -- that being your's and mine -- in the Revolutionary War.

But there it was -- the bottle of Jim Beam -- highlighting the seven generations of the Beam family, beginning with Jacob Beam (1760-1834) to David Beam (1802-1854) to David M. Beam (1833-1913)  to Colonel James B, Beam (1864-1947) to T. Jeremiah Beam (1899-1977) to Booker Noe (1929-2004) to Fred Noe (1957-present).   [Booker being the grandson of James B. Beam and Fred being Booker's son.]

So you know me -- 

wanting to delve into this a wee bit deeper, it led me to the pages of Jim Beam history, here.

And according to the Beam team -- as history played out, long after the Boston Tea Party, and skipping through years of revolt and change and the great cost of the Revolutionary War, can you even believe that by the year 1791,  one of the first tax increases implemented by our young government was on distilled spirits?   [Who knew reading a bottle of booze could lead to such lucrative knowledge?]

Of course -- realizing then -- we quickly  went from "no taxation without representation"  to just more taxation.   Funny, isn't it; and that's government for you.  But I digress. (Or is it America digressing?)

If only we stuck to the plan.

The 5000 Year Leap describes the plan, having been birthed from the free market concepts of Adam Smith -- a college professor who wrote The Wealth of Nations -- like so:

1. Specialized production -- let each person or corporation of persons do what they do best.
2. Exchange of goods takes place in a free-market environment without governmental interference in production, prices, or wages.
3. The free market provides the needs of the people on the basis of supply and demand, with no government-imposed monopolies.
4. Prices are regulated by competition on the basis of supply and demand.
5. Profits are looked upon as the means by which production of goods and services is made worthwhile.
6. Competition is looked upon as the means by which quality is improved, quantity is increased, and prices are reduced.

While The Leap narrows it all down to just four laws in the very next paragraph:

1. Freedom to try
2. Freedom to buy
3. Freedom to sell
4. Freedom to fail  

Our founding fathers believed that Adam Smith was not only right, they agreed "that the  greatest threat to economic prosperity is the arbitrary intervention of the government into the economic affairs of private business and the buying public."

In the wake of Obamatrade failing on the House floor just yesterday, does any of this make you wonder what in hells-bells is going on within our current administration, let alone what has happened to America over the last hundred years?

Ineptocracy

A system of government where the 

least capable to lead are elected by

the least capable of producing, and

where the members of society least

likely to sustain themselves or succeed,

are rewarded with goods and services

paid for by the confiscated wealth

of a diminishing number of producers.

"By 1905," as it says in The Leap, "the United States had become the richest industrial nation in the world.  With only 5 percent of the earth's continental land area and merely 6 percent of the world's population, the American people were producing over half of almost everything -- clothes, food, houses, transportation, communications, even luxuries."

Including a mighty fine share of Kentucky Straight Bourbon Whiskey, I might add.

And I would have to assume by both the messaging on the bottle and upon the website combined, the legacy is something the Beam family proudly carries with them from generation to generation.  And I believe they have earned it.  

They have stuck with the basic recipe -- doing what they do best; and are not in the least bit discouraged by the competition.   I mean, have you checked out that bourbon, whiskey, scotch section lately?   It's every price point, every aging, every color, and even added flavorings to boot; and it's the people who remain at will to pick and purchase the one they want or not!  Beam is still on the beam after two hundred years.

It's a legacy and evidently, a business practice and a way of life, that has earned a reputation worthy to stay, and stay strong.

And this --  in a charred oak-y barrel bigger than a nutshell -- does a mighty fine job explaining my sleepless nights upon the discovery of the generations who have preceded me.  My family line runs deep into the heart of this country, and then some.  And more than that, a piece of every soul who happened to have come before me is inside me, turning me into the marvelous one-of-a-kind blend that I am; while this magnificent ability to trace the steps backwards somehow creates the platform to take the leaps of faith forward with a certain confidence.  All the Williams and Alexanders and Jonathans and Josephs...along with all the Elizabeths and Janes and Katherines and Joans....and now me, G. 

Like Jim Beam, seven generations ago, my family lived in America; and my great grandfather (7th) fought in the Revolutionary War.   While long before that, seventeen generations to be exact -- my great grandfather fought in the Crusades!  

Ya see?  Do you get it now?  

That's the kind of legacy that can keep this girl up for the rest of her life.

It's mind blowing and mind boggling.

Just as the generation of rebels of the Boston harbor lives on inside us, just as the Revolutionary War was won, just as our founding fathers argued and fought and labored over the words and sentiment and messaging upon America's label -- The Constitution, alongside our Declaration of Independence -- and for every thing worth fighting for ever since -- it all adds up to a legacy that does not sleep.

And given these are the times that try men's souls, this is no time to sleep.

And that might be just enough to end this day with aplomb.

Make it a Good Day, G

And run out and get yourself some Jim Beam.  

You may need it once you read all about a strange story of a family legacy gone awry...Read about Rachel here  or here or here or don't.