It's the Evolution of a Lie -- or Two -- Thing

Dear America,

so, for just a wee bit of follow up from yesterday:

For all of you who would not vote for Herman Cain -- left and right alike -- and drawing upon conclusions The Left has already made for us -- consider yourself a racist if you do not like Herman Cain.

What?

That's not fair... how idiotic is that logic...
Yes. Indeed.  It does sound incredibly asinine, doesn't it?

And yes.  I am speaking more directly to The Left.

For this is the kind of stupidity coming out of that camp.  It has been used against conservatives for so long now, most of you -- left will hunting -- don't even recognize how reee dee Q lous it really is.  But every morning, you all gather around the fire singing the same old tune, while unknowingly trapping any possibility for a true leap forward, killing it for the rest of us, and then eating it for breakfast.  [who is being the neanderthal now, huh?]

This is normal for The Left -- the side who lives and breathes on the side of gin masters and demagoguery.  Having learned these skills from the professional, self-righteous community leaders past and present, everything is about the next score, the next battle, the next trap, the next line of attack.  Using age-old strategies of divide and conquer, the means to an end are not only totally irrelevant, but without limitation -- do whatever, say whatever, as anything goes, while the more you pile it on the better.  And most important, let us not forget: never let a crisis go to waste... even if you have to invent one first.

Nothing is by accident.  Every thing has a purpose.  The entire animal gets thrown on the spit, and then ravenously chewed up -- or, it gets rigged into something else, retooled for another use, and used up in every way known to man.  Not even the vultures stand a chance to profit.

And now -- albeit a rare occurrence with such intensity and force -- we are witnessing a presidency go down in flames.

And to think, it's one of their own. [puts a whole new dimension on eating their young, doesn't it]

It's funny -- the world in not flat --  the chosen one is not real -- and all while the wisdom back of creating yet another racial firestorm out of recycled kindling, built upon one false premise after another, reinforced with the recent flash up featuring a Morgan Freeman narration no less, has backfired.

But the thing is, that ain't the worst of it.

Word in town screams deeper, wider, broader issues -- far greater than anything we could even imagine; for the hoodwinks of an entire political party is lighting up from within.

For Quick Flicks, this is what's stirring:

Herman CAIN: addressing the African-American community, claiming a fair amount of brainwashing...

Maxine WATERS: addressing comments made by the president, "who is he talking to..."

Tina BROWN: addressing the Morning Joe, "...he wasn't ready..."

Oh, but I thought Tina worshiped the guy, like he was her new bronze sun god, or something...

From November 2008:

"This has been an election full of magic. White Magic that only the black man from everywhere and nowhere could perform. Even his adored grandmother dying on the eve of the victory had a mythic feeling of completion to it in a candidacy full of signs and symbols. Remember the three-point basketball shot when he played with the soldiers in Kuwait? It’s as if Obama is the prince who lifts the curse in a fairy story, a curse that began eight years ago with an election wrenched away from the rightful winner and begetting as a consequence the wrathful visitation of tragedy and wars and hurricanes and economic collapse."

and I dare you to read the rest: yes you can.

Oh my was he ever lifted onto a golden pedestal, huh?

Or was he?

Perhaps he was already there -- all it took was a little black magic to have us all believe in him the way he believes in himself.

After reading a quick draw report on The Daily Bell -- Is Obama on the Way Out? -- citing real trouble down under, in the underbelly of a president, my immediate reaction was to say it isn't so and brush it off -- for the story seemed too outlandish for even for The DB.  way.

But after tapping upon the windows to the world for a spell, Fellowship of the Minds adds the fifth dimension sorely needed, offering us this account of Wayne Madsen's Report [WMR]...

Quoting Wayne's world directly, the fellowship goes quickly to note this:

"WMR has previously reported on Obama’s narcissistic personality and how it has adversely affected his leadership capabilities as president. Obama’s day usually begins by his conducting “vanity searches” on Google to see how he is being treated by both the main stream media and political blogs. When he encounters negative articles, Obama flies off the handle in a rage punctuated by the use of foul language, according to sources close to the White House. Obama is reportedly totally obsessed with how the media is covering him."

G footnote: leaving the print The Fellowship delineated in red, red.

Now, I tend to agree with The Daily Bell's disclosure:  "We have no idea whether Madsen's reporting is accurate or not. We have, however, noticed the beginnings of what we believe to be a subdominant social theme – that Obama is not an effective president and that he will lose the upcoming election."

G's other foot dropping: rumor has it Wayne Madsen is in hiding for fear of his life (running from the real or imagined Obama boot chasing him -- and no doubt clinging to his innate survival of the fittest skills to save himself).

The thing is, the evolution of a presidency, the young prince of peace, the chosen one who seemed to have come down out of the heavens to save America (if not the whole entire world)  is revealing it's own twisted natural progression.   Come hell or high water -- whether ill prepared or entirely misguided --  the attributes that no longer work for our highest good... to lift society... to progress, to profit, to rebuild, to restore all that we are... these things ultimately  just go away.

And now we are witnessing  -- in fits and spurts all over the place (a daily occurrence on G Thing) -- even the media seems right there and ready to help in speeding up the process.

America is losing confidence in this president [good explanation of this, go to the founder of BET, Robert Johnson].  Let the official unraveling begin.

But I am inclined to believe he never had real, authentic confidence in himself to begin with -- and that's how it starts, doesn't it.  (not askin')

Barack Hussein Obama has lived a life built entirely upon false assumptions and untruths, while personally struggling to mend the split personalities and multiple dimensions within -- by color, by culture, by religion -- and each exposing, if not testing, the true depth of his national allegiances.  The prince of uncommon arrogance, narcissistic tendencies, fueled by raging hatred dating back to childhood and told in his own words within his memoirs, is spiraling into another world of his own making.

Begging the question, if he IS so smart, why didn't he see this coming?  How could he not know that he would be under the microscope from day one and every day thereafter? 

Being the very creator of a campaign built upon facebook and twitter and everything grassroots and Obama Spring -- how could the circulation and syndication and publication of every little thing he does, pro or con,  throw him off so? 

A truly confident man would be totally unaffected.

The narrative will progress to show this man, this prince, the way out.

So here's an idea:  how about we just drop Herman Cain into the Oval Office right now and save us all the trouble?  [Which immediately leads me to wonder about this girl: OMG] 

Make it a Good Day, G

Dear America,

Happy Thursday x

And Happy Birthday to me, G.  It has been a full year of chiming in about America and all I have to add is WOW -- what a year it has been -- making overtures to a 1.4 trillion understatements indeed.

The irony that while catching up with Glenn Beck yesterday, he made reference to today being a big anniversary.  I thought to myself, as I began puffing out my chest only to be choked by my own arrogance, similar to the King I am I am in office, how could he know?  (i know, that really isn't funny, sounded better in my head)...ah yes, the anniversary of the first real blooper of our first black president, from which, little did he know came the first thought from G.

The opening line,

"where do we begin and how do we begin again, I ask myself."

Where I live, it is the Day After OPENING Day of the Races, in Del Mar. It is one of those local traditions that brings the seasonal influx of big hats and high balls, arriving as Bing Crosby sings by train or by car-- limo or beemer-- and away they go with a day of heavy drinking, gambling and the like. I really don't wanna sound cynical during these trying times, but it is a wonder when pondering the state of America and all of it's ills, worries and confusion how merriment still reigns a very high priority.



Of course, it is also the Day After the Presidential primetime address regarding the state of our healthcare system and his valiant push by our President Obama to "make it so", even if it rushes to harm us in the end. While just the idea of the Day After brings a sense of melancholy, as if to say that the party is over, time to heal the hangover, pop a pill and sleep it all off.

It is the day after something big, something planned, and that something is now over...it merely remains the Day After.

I have referenced the Day After scenario many times since then.  Today is going to be no exception; what with the mess created by this country's latest example of making a horrid rush to judgement -- individually, collectively, as grounds for removal from a job while the people watched in amazement; first and foremost, we entrust those in power to be mindful of the big picture, even if in tandem holding rather narrow pointed views, at all times. Having said that, this just in:

This little turnabout is fair play from www.mediamatters.org/strupp/201007210037

"When you look at their reporting, this is just another way of seeing that they are (racist)," Sherrod told me about Fox in a lengthy interview Tuesday night. "But I have seen that before now. I saw their reporting as biased during the Bush Administration and the Clinton Administration."

... "I am just a pawn. I was just here. They [Fox News] are after a bigger thing, they would love to take us back to where we were many years ago. Back to where black people were looking down, not looking white folks in the face, not being able to compete for a job out there and not be a whole person."

Thank you, Joe, as in  Joe Strupp, journalist; he used Shirley, like a pawn no less, via the constant liberal stream of media matters -- propaganda press has never been so good.

You know, if Shirley actually watched Fox yesterday, or the day before, not to be confused with the Day After, she would have heard Glenn Beck go to her rescue -- he was the only one it would appear to have done his homework, unlike the rush of judgement by other, otherwise considered, responsible organizations; oh like, the NAACP, who rushed in...after Vilsack rushed to the pink slip....after conversing with the White House who rushed to relay that he better get rid of the issue (Shirley, pawn in the hot seat) immediately... before Glenn Beck has his way with her later in the day.

Puuuuuuulease.  Who is pawning who and how many times over?

And now there goes good old Shirley, running away with the story -- even after G came to her rescue as well, like just yesterday (doink on the head to me) -- escalating the race card even more, bearing false witness against an organization like Fox News , and while doing so, twisting the whole darn mess into another black hole of media frenzy.  Are you kidding me, Shirley?

Have you listened to Glenn lately?  He's just some white media guy on Fox, who by the way, was considered black enough to be a good white pawn for second spot on the list of "the blackest white folks we know" -- this according to Professor Gates website,  www.theroot.com/ ...

Oh my, how funny -- somehow we have come full circle:

It was a year ago that Lynn Sweet of the Chicago Sun-Times asked the best question of the night, following the Presidential primetime address on the state of our Health Care system -- as the president rushed in to make his final push (one of many final pushes, but who's counting) in order to get the health care legislation passed before summer break (little did we know then, of the flurry of town hall meetings yet to ensue). Everything was a rush back then.

But it was that question at the end, unscripted of course, you may recall, the President made it a point to get to her (for lord knows, right, he had no idea what she was gonna say...yeah right...and if you believe that...I have a peanut farm in Georgia that just became available). 

This is how it went down:

Okay? All right. I tried to make that short so that Lynn Sweet would get her -- the last question in.
Q Thank you, Mr. President. Recently, Professor Henry Louis Gates, Jr. was arrested at his home in Cambridge. What does that incident say to you? And what does it say about race relations in America?

Excerpt of his answer:

...So far, so good, right? I mean, if I was trying to jigger into -- well, I guess this is my house now, so -- (laughter) -- it probably wouldn't happen.
(Chuckling.) But let's say my old house in Chicago -- (laughter) -- here I'd get shot. (Laughter.) But so far, so good. They're -- they're -- they're reporting. The police are doing what they should. There's a call. They go investigate. What happens?
My understanding is, at that point, Professor Gates is already in his house. The police officer comes in. I'm sure there's some exchange of words. But my understanding is -- is that Professor Gates then shows his ID to show that this is his house, and at that point he gets arrested for disorderly conduct, charges which are later dropped.


Now, I've -- I don't know, not having been there and not seeing all the facts, what role race played in that. But I think it's fair to say, number one, any of us would be pretty angry; number two, that the Cambridge police acted stupidly in arresting somebody when there was already proof that they were in their own home.

der it is.  A day that will live in infamy.

Now the entire transcript of the evening is worth another read; and funny thing, the one I found online is featured care of Lynn Sweet (ahh the synchronicity in that is simply beautiful).  Since we've come a long way baby since July 22, we all know that health care legistlation has passed, blah, blah, blah, but it is fascinating really, between what we know now, what he said then, and what lies ahead for us now, with regards to the days following Obama's latest addition to the team, mr. romantic of socialized medicine himself, Donald Berwick.  But I refuse to add misery to insult on this fine anniversary, so...
 
Let's see, let us try to regain a set of bearings here, maybe even, dare I say, come to a teachable moment or two --  Perhaps if the NAACP had not jumped to conclusions in the middle of the night, denouncing Shirley's speech as ferociously as the high speeding of it around the web (since, after all, THEY OWN the original taping of the Sherrod speech in question...perhaps taking a moment to review the full tape before jumping) might have been a wiser move;
 
and perhaps, if Tom Vilsack took a moment to review the entire situation, maybe even go so far as discuss the matter with Shirley, before making the call to call the White House;
 
and if perhaps, the White House, held back to allow for a full investigation (like they so often do, like at Fort Hood, perhaps, I don't know, just the first thing that came to mind) before conspiring to simply agree without more information;
 
then maybe, Fox News might have had half a chance to get it right, right from the start.  But, they reported the news that day -- and as it turns out -- Shirley Sherrod was asked to resign "before Glenn Beck" had a chance to say a word.  That is the truth.
 
To be fair and balanced, if Shirley watched Bill O'Reilly, he made a sincere apology to her out loud and often -- pending further review and more story to surface, of course...wonder what he will say about this tonight?
 
You know, Shirley, you were doing so well there for a moment; you had me at hello, with the sweetness of your voice, your retelling of the "pull over, pull over..." moment -- you had me. 
 
Then, overnight, you went there to the not so happy place and done der overreacted, using Fox News as a pawn, or would you rather call it your whipping boy?
 
Bravo, Shirley, Bravo; for by your own testimony, by holding to your roots so tightly, by being out of touch with what really goes on at Fox News -- and especially for commentary from people like Glenn Beck, who thoughtfully came to your rescue --  
 
for from this day forward, it will be your own words from JUST YESTERDAY that will stick with us, "they [Fox] would love to take us back...with black people looking down, not looking white folks in the face... and not be a whole person..." and to my dismay, the memory of an endearing black woman, who has witnessed atrocities of race relations that I could never imagine, who ultimately lived to tell a story about in front of the NAACP in March, and came out of it all,  how do you say, living in a new reality of "racial reconciliation" is lost from view. 
 
Did she overcome, really?  More than that, me thinks she owes Fox an apology.
 
This is a sad day.  Here we are -- a year into gthing -- an occasion that should be happy happy yeah me -- and all I can do is weep.  My heart is breaking for this land which we call home.  How in the world could I eat cake?
 
So let's try to bring this stupid day to a close.
 
Was Shirley thrown under the bus for a reason?  What means to an end is the result?  The memory of a book I once read, something about rules...radicals...riducule...the fundamental transformation of the three r's seems to be ringing in my ear.  Oh whatever. I'm sure it's just a mindless distraction, keeping me from the real truth.
 
Questions surround with regards to why Shirley didn't address the issue right away, given she was given a "heads up" days before it hit the mainstream. 
 
And just where is our leader in all of this?  If this doesn't call for a little presidential intervention -- perhaps a primetime address -- what will?  This is a time for cool heads to prevail -- and if we have learned anything in our teachable moments thus far, his is "cool as ever" (plugging Del Mar Race Track.  It's their slogan...kind of catchy isn't it... and what can I say, the occasion seemed to fit with the natural tie to my humble beginnings...)
 
But my guess, he won't be saying a word; I might even push the envelope and say he could very well be enjoying it (no, no, I got it, maybe he even helped orchestrate it, if only to drive the nail into Fox News at the tail end).

The White House has been on Fox News like white on rice since day one -- day after day after day.  And I just have to wonder, what do they care?  The umpteen other news organizations are in their corner, maybe even on their payroll, certainly are all round up nicely in a pretty little pack, called the  JOURNO-LIST. (that makes it easy for us, no?)
 
Why does Fox bother them so much?
 
Let's see, perhaps because it is the last bastion beholdened to the values of a fair and balanced press left (aside from a slew of conservative bloggers and news organizations on the world wide web, like me).
 
Media matters indeed. Good thing common sense still runs in the old blood stream.
 
Happy Thursday.
Did I mention it is my birthday? I am one.
I know, I know, just a babe in the woods,
 just a babe in the woods...crying again...just call me glenn.
 
Make it a Good Day, G
 
Dear America, above,  is a doozy of a song, don't miss it, click it!

Dear America,

Why can't we simply accentuate the positive?

Why can't we finally say, we've come a long way baby, and truly mean it?

Why can't we transcend the racial divide for forever and a day, and really live it?

For the most part, I think we do our best to treat our neighbors with respect, if that is truly what is in our heart. 

Is there a way to make up for wrongs of the past, or the ungodly acts of gross negligence, bad behavior, and lifetimes of depravity and racial separation -- travesties against any other human being just for the color of their skin?  After all, America wasn't the only place where slavery lived.

While to this day, it is solely upon the natural growth of our republic that created equality for all -- all be it over time and decades of pain; but it was the model the rest of the world copied -- or loathed -- over and over and over again.

Long before Disney had his way with us, America became renowned as THE destination to come for making all dreams come true.  We hear the trembling of gratitude in every voice who reaches our shore, belonging to each a story of their own making -- spinning tales in living color of how hard it was to get here, how proud they are to live here, and how great the gratitude for every opportunity that only living in America can bring.

We are a success story.

Are we perfect?  Heaven's no.  Does the world, America in particular, still make people where racism lives and ruins?  Unfortunately, yes.

What surprises me most (in this moment), is how we were blinded by the lightness of being, just  maybe, finally, over it [racism] when we elected our first African-American president.  That we could take that as one big shining example of "see, I told you"; we picked the best candidate for the country, and that candidate is our first black president ever.  "We aren't racist -- we are not like we used to be -- we have grown some, learned alot, and have moved beyond the color of one's skin and towards the character shining from within."

I've become a reader of the Obituaries strangely enough.

Some are short and sweet, stating the obvious and making a few comments on family and life's work.  Some people, if huge enough, get a rather long column -- perhaps even a spot in a nationally syndicated feature from the NY Times News Service -- such is the one I lingered over last Sunday morning.

This one entitled: "WWII's sole living black veteran to receive Medal of Honor," about Vernon Joseph Baker -- with a full color photo of him smack dab in the middle of the page.

Richard Goldstein weaved together the Army Lieutenant's life rather well, spending a fair share of time highlighting the moment on the day in the life of Lt. Baker back on April 5,1945; he was leading the way up an Italian  hillside, in the town of Viareggio.  As with most war stories of valor, Lt. Baker went above and beyond the call of duty, taking down German soldiers hidden in the camouflaged side of the hill at machine gun posts, covering for his men while the troops had to evacuate their location without reinforcements showing up on time, and basically doing whatever deemed necessary to save men.  That day, from the start of 25 troops, seventeen had given up their lives.

Having not done enough, the next night he volunteered to lead the team through heavy fire and enemy minefields, in order to advance the troops; and for this he received the Distinguished Service Cross (the second highest Army award for bravery).  It wouldn't be for another nearly fifty years before he would have the distinction of receiving the Medal of Honor -- which was given to him by President Clinton on  January 13, 1997.

Why did it take so long?  Chock it up to the times -- times that most Americans today are not proud of in the least bit (at least, in respect to the people I know).  It would take the request of black veterans, along with the lead of a white captain, to champion the cause in the early 1990's, to find resolve.  And it was left in the hands of, ironically, an historically black college of Raleigh, N.C., Shaw University, to do just that.

Lt. Baker was one of ten servicemen the study found to be worthy -- for added perspective, a total of 433 Medals of Honor were given out in WWII.  It should be also duly noted, that this was a time when the military was still segregated -- most black servicemen were only allowed to be in positions of manual labor or supply units, as combat orders were few and far between.  Even still, out of this list of possible considerations, only seven warranted "the Medal" -- four of these men were actually killed in action, two others had already passed on in the years following the war and were given posthumously, leaving Lt. Baker, finally, standing to receive the award.

With a family background shaping his childhood from an early age, his parents died when he was only four; with two older sisters to accompany him, little Vernon was taken in by his grandparents and was raised in Cheyenne, Wyo.  This was home until the day he boarded a bus for Texas -- destination, the U.S. Army.

With a rough start, meeting racism face to face even before reaching the ultimate battlefield, he was sent to "the back of the bus where you belong".  Oh my goodness, we have come so far...

Well, somebody saw something besides the color of his skin soon enough, as Baker was sent to Officer Candidate School, where he graduated as a Second Lieutenant in 1942.  Grandpa must have done something right...

Anyway, the man in the picture looked really happy, complete; I don't know what it was, taking a pose with his hands on his hips, there was just something about his thumbs draping over his hammered leather belt, looking all cowboy and cool, as if somehow he didn't need anyone telling him he deserved the nation's highest honor for bravery.  He felt it and knew it through and through.  And if I might be so bold, he looked awfully proud to be an American.

It was the sort of picture that captured a natural satisfaction, radiating the fullness of a lifetime and days well served -- even if perhaps there were ugly bigoted days amongst them.  His smile made his eyes twinkle, and no question, it had nothing to do with the lighting in the room -- the rustic, comfortable, rural cabin in St.Maries, Idaho that it was.  What do you think, was fly fishing how he filled his retirement years?

Oh my goodness, did I spend a month of Sundays on Lt. Baker, or what?

But you get it now, my love for reading obituaries makes a little sense now, no?  We learn so much from the lives lived through other experiences from our own -- we gain a sense of gratitude for people we do not know for what they did for you and me, who live in the greatest nation on the planet.  This is just one man, named Vernon Joseph Baker -- a Second Lieutenant in the U.S. Army, who played a small part in saving Europe in WWII, who's actions were not only brave (as in every man or woman who serve) but deserving of receiving the Medal of Honor.  All this information gathered, from a man many of us would never have the pleasure of knowing otherwise -- until the day he died.

The thing is today, many of us sit knee deep in our own perspective, ranting about the ways America fails us, creating a wider gap between us over race relations, when in reality we can find all around us so many ways we can be joyful, recognizing how far we have come.

Of all times, you would think this would be it -- a time to lay down the anguish of times past, of the reprehensible behavior of generations of hatred and divide that has come before us  -- you would think with the first African-American president sitting in the highest office in the land that this reality would immediately change the conversation for the better, and create real avenues for dialogue between all people, of all race and ethnicity.  The irony, in that it seems to be getting worse...

President Obama -- our first Africa-American president -- is getting everything he ever wanted for America for he is in THE position to fundamentally transform her from the inside out.  Polls tell us that the people are not all together pleased with the direction, a majority do not like the policy, even though most of us would agree that we very much like the man himself.  Even so, this is what the man in charge has accomplished in his first 18 months:

• creating the most aggressive national health care plan, in order to cover the 30 million uninsured, transforming every aspect of how we cure our ills forever
• turning Wall Street upside down and inside out with a vengeance to set them straight -- and hardly correcting the root of the problem
• allowing the federal government to take over private industry, like in GM and AIG
• giving the EPA more control over carbon footprints and regulation than any time before, sidestepping Congress to create lawful legislation first.
• promising in the stimulus package unemployment would not get over 8%...spending our good hard earned money in short term fixes that the fed can no longer afford
• increasing budget deficits to 1.4 Trillion dollars -- to pay for the underprivileged, unemployed, uninsured, and any other entitlement deemed necessary...and growing by the nano-second.
• placing a moratorium on oil drilling that experts say will do more economic damage than the spill itself -- losing 8,000 jobs in the Gulf, $500 Million in lost wages, and trickle down devastation in every little town along the gulf and beyond
• having enough audacity left over to sue the State of Arizona, over a federal law that he has no intention of fully enforcing.
• oh yeah, and organizing a Department of Justice with new rules and policy -- not to pursue any lawsuit mounting a complaint where "the white man is suing against the black man" -- don't take my word for it, it all started with a former DOJ attorney, Christian Adams, who stated just that
• and remains a president still speechless after the NAACP labeled Tea Party Activists a nothing but a bunch of racists...
• but never hesitated a moment, jumped rather quickly to making a conclusion, as a white police officer acted "stupidly" towards a black professor...but that was so long ago, and everybody had a good laugh and a beer over it in the end...all's well that ends well
• and just today there was this.

If I didn't know any better, I would say we are in the age of an honest to goodness era of the pay back in every nook and cranny of this nation's founding principles -- not to mention, in the process of taking humongous steps backwards in what has taking years, make that centuries, to build upon in racial unity and higher consciousness. But no one would disagree, Obama is getting everything he wants.  This is the Obama nation, an America some of us (60%) do not recognize.

Racism is wrong no matter where the inception -- white, black, Hispanic, Asian, Indian -- all of us have a duty to treat all people fairly and with respect.

The most powerful black man in the world is in a position of advancing the troops, carving out new leaps and bounds in the well worn, chartered footprints upon the rugged hillside of race relations -- requiring actions of not the everyday brand of bravery, but that which may require going above and beyond the call of duty, and just maybe outside the comfort zone.  Perhaps, Obama wasn't the best choice for the task, and just maybe he is -- but time will tell us everything we need to know, won't it.  

Time is of the essence, we only have one life to live -- and collectively, historians will look back on these days, on the precipice of fundamentally transforming the racial divide with a brand new world within this presidency... 

Hopefully, they will see something really good come out of these  war weary days, while if we are anything like Lt. Baker, our response might be rather humble and endearing, for we would say all together in unison, "I never thought about getting it" -- for it was never about getting the award, it was always about doing the right thing - -and just about finding a way to live together in perfect harmony.  Isn't that what we all want?

Make it a Good Day, G

if you played your song of the day by clicking on Dear America,  you would be in the company of the many colors of our military blowing off some steam, dancing to Lady Gaga -- just singing and dancing, working it out, singing and dancing ...with acts of bravery falling in line somewhere, by someone, some who we do not know, but wish we could tell them thank you.

Dear America,

Let's be honest here.

Racial profiling may be taboo, may be politically incorrect, it may even be wrong, but the truth is, we all do it in some way, shape or form every moment of the day.

Matter of fact, I even did it with a fish just last Friday.

Picture this, there I am, face to face with the fish monger, awestruck by the sight of about a dozen flaming red fish filleted and lined up all in a row, just waiting for me to come 'round and pick one off. 

They were beautiful, I tell you, just beautiful. It was like the unmistakable call of the sirens luring me in, calling out for my gaze, for they knew -- just one look, it would be all over.

So with my rabid appetite leading the way, I said to the guy 'I'll take some of that salmon right there', as I stared at them, quite possibly with drool rolling out of the corners of my mouth.

Then he looked at me funny.  And I'm like, what? Is there something between my teeth? Was it something I said? What?

Ahh, Mame, "did you want salmon? as the salmon is over there" -- pointing to a rather pale by comparison specimen... I guess that's fish trying to look like salmon... clear on the opposite end of the case. 

"This is trout" as if it were the hundredth time he's had to say it.

Seriously?
No way.
Way.

How could I -- and with so much as just one look have sized up this fillet so terribly wrong?  How could I have jumped to conclusions like that without giving any other type of fish a chance -- equally and fairly -- as one fish to another?

Oh, but I got the trout.  I had it swaddled up in paper so fast...I took it home, alright... it was mine, all mine.
   
Truth is, no matter who we are are, automatic deductions as to what or who we are dealing with, from the trivial assumptions to mass generalizations, come uniquely to each and every one of us from the schooling of our experiences coupled with the jewels who raised us.  We automatically size up everything -- every person, every situation -- with on the fly reactions every day, whether they be good, bad, or indifferent.

The thing is, in this morning and according to natural law every morning, the first cause to everything under the sun and in the big wide ocean blue is a thought.

While many of us endeavor to understand this law of cause and effect, action and reaction, as we go about our days knee deep in whatever life seems to throw at us, the common thread that unites us is that this law is always at play -- whether we accept it or not; while if we expand our understanding of it as a people, we may actually find ourselves wrangling with a very big fish indeed.

As a people, we always seem find on the line at any given moment a judgement or an acceptance, a question or an answer, a wide divide or an opportunity to unite as one; for even in opposition and protest we have cause to unite; even as a means to an end we have reason to come together; even as one judgement against another gives license to attack. 

If anything be more true -- after a history of racial animosity and blame, of dividing and uniting and dividing again -- we must train our eyes to see beyond the color of our skin.

Going off on another tangent, what comes to mind all of a sudden is a situation from a difficult movie to watch, "We Are Soldiers" -- and one particular scene found Mel Gibson giving his men some final words before entering into battle (Vietnam war).  He reminds them of a lesson from Crazy Horse -- every woman in the village nursed every child born of the Sioux Indians.  Referring to a era when the village actually did raise a child, he made his point quite clear; every Indian boy went into battle watching out for the back of another -- brother to brother -- because in essense he was.

Gibson was speaking directly to the racial divide of the day, for it was the sixties -- it was a time for war, and there was no room for racism of any kind.  In that moment, there was no spirit more worthy of enlivening than that being we are all connected, trusting in the brother next to us, no matter what the color of the skin; that trust and confidence, that unification, would be what saved lives. 

We are soldiers and we are one was the only thing that mattered, the only command he gave(and he really meant it to).

So let's spin this one more time.

With the jingle for the census still ringing in my ear, and tweaking it just a bit -- as Americans one and all, we must recognize that we cannot move forward until we know you have our back...and that means all of us.

And we will never be able to do so until we let go of that which does not serve us or serves us well; it is all in the release!

Like any other negative which happens to have it's way with us in life -- whether it be personal grudges with our family and friends -- economic challenges, job loss or a loss of our home -- political rhetoric and belief systems which challenge the very framework of our country -- individual or collective thought which keeps a person, if not an entire group, waded down in false assumptions and limited thinking -- we can never be, do or have the something better until our thought changes first; we must believe.

Which is why so much of the Christian faith centers around this very idea...be still and know that all things are possible with God.

From the father of the Science of Mind, Earnest Holmes, he gives us this:

"To live in conscious communion with Life, even for a short time, will convert our fears into faith, our doubts into certainty, our hurt and sense of failure into something triumphant. There is a sublime and a divine hope for everyone who is willing to surrender himself to the great Good; to the warm embrace of the "Over-Soul" in whose lap, Emerson tells us, we lie as in the lap of an Infinite Intelligence.  Every man has a subliminal depth to his being .  We can plant our feet firmly on this faith and realize that we are divine beings now, the choice is ours.

There is but One Creative Principle.  It is always responding to us. There is but One Power and we are using It either negatively or affirmatively."

You just can't convince me that Chicanos, or African-Americans, or italians or Jews are any more or less immune nor predestined to making a racial profile than the white man; for the responsibility is there for all of us to understand and recognize how our assumptions shape us and ultimately create the society in which we live, and to live by a code of honor in peace time or conflict.

We all do it; one fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish we all do it. Some of us just do it better than others.

There are good cops and bad cops.  There are good citizens and bad citizens.  There are those here legally and those here illegally.  But I believe, for the most part, the majority of us just simply want to be surrounded with good Americans -- we would be happy with that. 

For the most part, some of us just want all Americans to be productive, courteous, law abiding, family oriented, village affirming, all for one and one for all American citizens.  We expect everyone to have our back.

The majority of us believe it is a crime that our jails are full to capacity;  that it is a crime that so many of our child are molested and abused throughout their entire life; that it is a crime to wish harm on another human being just for the color of their own skin -- or for any reason; that it is a crime to enter into America illegally and, of all things, stay here, committing crimes of robbery and burglary and rape and murder upon the innocence of American citizens.  It is a crime.

• 95% of warrants for murder in Los Angeles are for illegal aliens.
• 35% of all inmates in California detention centers are Mexican nationals here illegally
• 75% of most wanted list in Los Angeles are for illegal aliens.
• Less than 2% of illegal aliens pick our crops, and 29% are on welfare.
• 70% of the US Annual population growth results from immigration (2/3rds of all births in the state of California are to illegals on Medi-Cal, and paid for by taxpayers.)

Americans today -- more than ever -- find themselves in a position of having more loyalty to this country than they are to their family/spouse or even to their job, as uncovered in a Reuters article from last week highlighting the author of the poll and book, "Why Loyalty Matters," by Timothy Keininghan. I mean, we're talking 70% of Americans questioned said they were most loyal to their country!

Even our dear President, upon his inauguration day, said this:

My Fellow Citizens,

"...At these moments, America has carried on not simply because of the skill or vision of those in high office, but because We the People have remained faithful to the ideals of our fore-bearers, and true to our founding documents...

On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord.

On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics.

We remain a young nation, but in the words of Scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things.  The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward a precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from one generation to generation; the God-given promise that, all are equal, all are free, and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.

In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given.  It must be earned."

Amen to that.

And I wonder, do you think our dear Obama has a copy of this speech out every morning to remind himself of the ideals and convictions of a true American President, recollecting the first cause for his blessed lot in life today?

Little does he give us credit as he sits denouncing the actions of Arizona, for We the People had "chosen hope over fear...with unity of purpose...to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history..."

Yes, majority rule -- the village was in unison.
We thought we did just that.
We thought he was just the one who could take us there.

I guess, sometimes -- as a little fish once told me -- our first thought may be a wee bit misguided.

Make it a Good Day, G


"...This is the price and the promise of citizenship. 

This is the source of our confidence -- the knowledge that God calls on us to shape an uncertain destiny.

This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed -- why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent Mall, and why a man whose father less than 60 years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath." 

Just a little more lip service, I mean, Inaugural speech. 

click back on Dear America...turn up the music and dance to a brighter day...
I BELIEVE a brighter day is ours to make today...even on a Monday. 
God bless you one and all.