Just Let Me -- G -- Indoctrinate You!

Showing posts with label Statue of Liberty. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Statue of Liberty. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Dear America,

"Giving money and power to government
is like giving whiskey and car keys
to teenage boys."
P.J. O'Rourke

Just a wee bit of the Irish philosophy on the eve before ye old leprechauns do their mischief.

I'm only guessing about the 'wee bit Irish', but with a name like Patrick Jake O'Rourke, I think I'd put money on it.

I love the use of humor with politics -- with a fair amount of luck and most likely alot of work, O'Rourke has made a living out of it.  America is famous for continuing to churn out the Art Buchwalds, Paul Harveys, Will Rogers, Mark Twains, Bob Hopes, just to name a few funny guys reporting on the times.

As Will Rogers once said,

"All I know is just what I read in the papers,
and that's an alibi for my ignorance." 

or how about this,
 "Be thankful we're not getting all the government we're paying for."

or,
"About all I can say for the United States Senate
 is that it opens with a prayer and closes with an investigation." 

From Art Buchwald,

"You can't make anything up anymore. 
The world itself is a satire. 
All your doing is recording it."

And isn't what is going on right now in Washington all of that, and more.

But here's the thing -- and it comes from the wisdom of Abraham Lincoln:

"the philosophy of the school room in one generation
 will be the philosophy of government in the next."

Of course, here he is being totally serious -- and how.

In spite of his lack of early education, he grew to become one of  our most beloved American Presidents, renowned for his use of humor and real life experiences to connect with people and move beyond the usual capabilities of an ordinary man, becoming the iconic symbol of freedom and liberty and justice for all.

I have been really troubled in the last few days, watching the politics as usual succumb to the provocation of money and whisky and power and mayhem.  Lord knows what Lincoln would have say to this sorry lot we have before us and running amok, in the house America built.

The house. 
Our home. 
Your house. 
My home.

I am struck by the overwhelming destruction of the Big House and our Humble Homes, tumbling down more and more each day; I believe this warrants a wee bit of advice from Carl Sandburg, "in these times you have to be an optimist to open your eyes when you awake in the morning."

It all goes together -- government hanging from the capital chandeliers, hootin' and hollerin' the days away -- our children without supervision and left home alone with the whiskey cabinet, or worse -- competing with  the wild and reckless behavior of their own parents.

What the heck are we doing?

It's as if every single one of us needs to go on restriction.

But noooo, we've got parents like Rielle and "Johnny", out there and front and center. (yes, Rielle, like you didn't know you were sitting there half dressed, having pictures taken, in order to have them plastered across the pages of GQ -- come on!)

But noooo, we've got the DIShonorable Rep. Eric Massa returning to what he has left at home -- I suppose with his tail between his legs -- but I'm guessing again, now aren't I?

But noooo, we've got a woman in Jersey, parenting two children while filming her search for the thousandth pound over the wide world web for all the world to see -- send money, cakes, baklava -- feed my obsession and my perversion, while my very own babies are afoot and dependent upon my means to make a quick buck... all the while destroying my own health, my body and anything and everyone in my wake...

Or how about the children that never really had a chance -- like the ten month old sitting in the backseat while his parents were gunned down on the streets of Ciudad Juarez, capping off the weekend's murder rate of at least sixty people in this border town, snuffing out the lives of two vibrant, loving American parents (along with a second child on the way). With gang warfare and drugs out of control, the issue is now hitting home everywhere -- especially in neighboring cities like mine, living along the 2000 mile border of California, Arizona, New Mexico and Texas.

My girl was in Vegas over the weekend for a softball tournament. She returned home without a trophy yesterday, but with wide open arms waiting for her.  We hunkered down last night eating one of our favorite meals, just picking off the meat of a rotisserie chicken with a side of mashed potatoes.

I didn't even want a nip of the Jack Daniels sitting atop the fridge, I was brimming over with happiness just to have her home, to forget the world, and batten down the hatches with my baby girl by my side.  She had no idea why I couldn't take my eyes off her -- it was all a could do to keep from crying.

Beware the Ides of March, yes, as Caesar didn't see it coming, did he; but the good news is, we do!

With a wee bit of luck and a lot of work, perhaps some well timed humor and a leprechaun or two, we may be rounding the corner; paying attention to the right things may very well be, not only in the neighborhood, but under our roof and wrapped around our arms...as it is within our school houses the next generation of government is made.

It may take everything we've got to flip priorities, restrain government shenanigans, the tom foolery and chicanery; but restoring our civil liberties -- all the while reinforcing true discipline and building up the extraordinary, instead of stooping to the lowest common denominator, above all things -- our children may still have half a chance.

Make it a Good Day, G

Monday, January 4, 2010

Dear America,

"The converse was true as well. Stuck to North America, fragments of Europe stayed behind. Baltimore, for example. Nova Scotia. A piece of Staten Island. The part of Massachusetts that includes Plymouth and Boston is now understood to derive from overseas. If from Europe, part of New England could be part of Old England, a New Old England in an Old New England or an Old Old England in a New New England. The Mayflower people landed where they left." From the Princeton University Press."Travels of the Rock" by John McPhee


From Charles Galloway, in Christianity and The American Commonwealth:


"persecution led the Puritan colonists to examine the great subject of human rights, the nature and just extent of civil government, and the boundaries at which obedience ceases to be a duty"
(quoting Rev. Dr. Baird)

...The religion that holds the conscience of a nation will determine its civilization.

"The American democracy is the result of all
that was great in bygone times.
All led up to it.  It embodies all. 
Mount Sinai is in it; Greece is in it; Egypt is in it; Rome is in it; England is in it;
all the arts are in it, and all the reformations and all the discoveries."
(quoting John Lothrop Motley)

...the Christianity of the colonists taught the
supremacy of conscience,
the sovereignty of the individual,
the inviolability of private rights,
 the sacredness of human life,
and the brotherhood of man
...and came the fundamental principles of our republican government.

Did you know the date we found Plymouth Rock was December 25, 1620?
 
Divine Providence never sleeps.
 
Now that so many of us Americans are awakening to the very possibility we are on the precipice of losing everything, the irony is only by going backwards in time will we be able to look forward to the days ahead.
 
We have grown an ignorant, selfish, arrogant, empty, faithless, stupid society.  Now I get why Glenn Beck speaks loudly and often of the powers of redemption and the gifts of grace -- as it may be the only sanity we have left.
 
G's been buried in books; from elementary lessons of exemplary high moral character, all the while teaching our youngins how to read and write via an early American Reading Series -- simply called the McGuffey Readers after the man who created it (William H., Professor) -- to W. Cleon Skousen's work, The 5000 Year Leap; The 28 Great Ideas That Changed the World -- to Galloway's review of the life and the times and the why as to how our republic was born, all I can do in this moment is sit in awe.
 
Having only touched the surface at this point, G is faced with utter embarrassment of just how delinquent we've all become.  Words by George Washington, excavated in The 5000 Year Leap,
"Of all dispositions and habits which lead to political prosperity, religion and morality are indispensable supports...And let us with caution indulge the supposition that morality can be maintained without religion...Reason and experience both forbid us to expect that national morality can prevail  to the exclusion of religious principle.  IT is substantially true that virtue or morality is a necessary spring of popular government."
Virtue and morality were believed to be best taught in the home first, to the schools by day and to the Church on Sunday, but without question, to be of the utmost and highest importance. Our forefathers knew of man's natural conflict of good and evil; and so understood  this inherent belief to be so ingrained, so lauded and magnified by man, that they entrusted our commonwealth to be left to our own allegiance and sovereign responsibility to uphold it -- for the sanctity and security of a nation.
 
They didn't want to dictate to the people; they entrusted America to her will, to the people's good nature, to the land of the free and for the free to create (or decimate) her good fortune and future generations.
 
Oh we hung tried and true for a very long time -- we began in times where the McGuffey Readers taught a simple lesson like "The Thick Shade":
"Come, let us go into thick shade.  It is noonday, and the summer sun beats hot upon our heads. 
The shade is pleasant and cool. The branches meet above our heads and shut out the sun like a green curtain. 
The grass is soft to our feet, and the clear brook washed the roots of the trees.  The cattle can lie down to sleep in the cool shade, but we can do better. 
We can raise our voices to heaven.  We can praise the great God who made us.  He made the warm sun and the cool shade, the trees that grow upwards, and the brooks that run along.  The plants and trees are made to give fruit to man. 
All that live get life from God. He made the poor man, as well as the rich man.  He made the dark man, as well as the fair man.  He made the fool, as well as the wise man. 
All that move on the land are His, and so all that swim in the sea.  The ox and worm are both the work of His hand. In Him, they live and move. He it is that doth give food to all of them, and when He says the word, they all must die."
(Lesson XVIII, The Eclectic First Reader)
 
It is followed up with the teacher's guide, leading the conversation to ask the student, do you have a favorite shady place?  And describing "the fool" as the "unbeliever" and referencing the Bible's Psalm 53:1. The guide even goes so far as to have the teacher ask the student to draw a picture of their favorite shady place and ask of them to praise God for something in it...and not done yet, and to read aloud "the twenty third Psalm":
 
"The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.  He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me to quiet waters, he restores my soul.  He guides me in paths of righteousness, for his name's sake...surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever."
We were taught to honor ourselves and each other through Christian principles from the start and throughout our lives.  Our whole world was created from principles like loving your neighbor as yourself, and upon unalienable rights and duties as believed wholeheartedly in most every citizen -- while our future remained reliant on keeping to such NATURAL LAWS, agreed universally among men, to uphold and honor.
 
Yes, our Christianity was everywhere and often, but it was not IT; you would have to be a fool to believe our forefathers were invoking only the hard-line Anglo-Saxon belief system -- quite the contrary.  But according to society in the day, EVERYONE believed in God; and even the atheists believed in It's non-existence, but understood and shared in the fundamental TRUTHS from which all religion came.
 
Truths like that of being of free conscience, free speech, freedom of assembly, to earn a living, of self-government, and privacy, to freedom to believe in God, or not; but overall and throughout the very essence of our land and it's people was a moral character -- virtuous minds that combined the brilliance of man, of reason, of Franklin, of Washington, of Madison, of Adams, of Paine, of Jefferson -- and created documents and declarations that have withstood all time -- until now.
 
Oh they were scared, alright, leaving the nation's freedom loving principles in the hands of man -- a man that would become more advanced, modern, and accomplished as the years went on -- and knowing the natural propensity of human folly could hinder and harm along the way; but they let her go anyway. 
 
They let America stand on her own two feet, with all hopes the foundation laid would be enough to hold her, carry her when times were tough, console her in times of trial, and honor her with lasting prosperity for all who came to know her. 
 
All of us were left on our own two feet so to speak; self government was the key, and keeping it would ask of all of us to honor our mothers and our fathers, to love our neighbors as ourselves, to not commit adultery, or kill, or steal...to name a few.  Our founding fathers knew that we would have to find value in our virtues and morals in order to maintain a society worthy of keeping and recreating -- otherwise, we would go down in our own transgressions.
 
The point is, they knew it!  They knew that man might be drawn to the duty of public service for unscrupulous means and selfish corruptions.  They knew it!  They knew that ultimately the call to service for the "good of the people" may find it's way to people in power who know not what they do and are paid too much to do it.  They knew it! 
 
No, perhaps they couldn't foresee the salacious nature of Hollywood; or the greed and arrogance of Wall Street; or the streets paved in gold and corruption in Washington -- giving over the power of the people to a bureaucratic mess of entitlements and regulations.  
 
But they knew we had it in us; hence the need for all the early teachings in how to grow up good.  The education of it's people was not only essential to the makings of a secure government and a prosperous people --  the ignorance of the lack thereof was the perfect environment for corruption and control to "help" the people find their way through. 
 
Without preaching to us and without telling us which church to follow -- they just asked of us to be of good nature, to follow universal truths, to hold true to a higher way of living, even if it meant going without.  Through the daily sacrifice of being in good character, society as a whole would blossom and enjoy a day made in the shade.
 
They knew this in their hearts, and left us to follow -- entrusting us with the ideals of the best and the brightest of civility and community the world has ever known.   They entrusted us with words unspoken, with self government ranking higher than any federal government should ever be; they left her to us on our own accord and in good conscience that we would continue to do the right thing.
 
They left us in the hands of our forefathers, who raised our great grandparents, who raised our parents, to raise ourselves, to raise our own to be of good character.
 
They left us as parents to teach our children to love each other as ourselves, to find their own place in the shade and give them pause -- asking only what is that something? What  is this God and how does He live through us?  How do we praise God and be of good nature, and grow up to be like a George -- someone who fought a war without a penny, lead our nation without taking a dime, only to return home to Mount Vernon broke and indebted in gratitude to a nation for which he served?  How do we do THAT, again?
 
When my girl comes home after school today (if you call it that), we will both find a place in the shade, have a talk about God, and read some more.
 
Make it a Good Day, G
 
And like the Mayflower (where we started today) we may have come full circle in more ways than one...we are back to where it all began -- and this requires not only new reading -- but asks of us to do the new math, as the pieces of the whole don't add up anymore, making it that much harder to solve the problems.
 
yes, the three R's -- Reading - Writing - Arithmetic -- is cool
but Reform is Divine.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Dear America,

If we could only get out of our own way.

The human condition is capable of enduring, enriching, enlivening, and embodiment of all things good or bad.  We come to the rescue of those in need.  We do without until life gets better.  We maintain a quiet disposition and go about life as it comes.  We either count on just ourselves or we latch on to family, friends, drugs or booze.  And when it all gets too much, we look up to some God -- any God or no God -- for strength and comfort when we just can't go a minute longer.

We are all the same. We love when we can and cry when we have to...

There is this remarkable story that is coming out of a suburb of Michigan, over a little boy named Noah.  The boy has terminal cancer, which, in and of itself, as a mother I cannot fathom -- but through a simple message delivered from the boy's CarePage, his mama wanted to create just a little Christmas for a son that by all accounts will not live to see. All she wanted was a few cards -- as Noah loves getting cards in the mail.

What Noah got -- just a few -- still counting at 30,000 cards and over a 1,000 packages over the course of the last couple of weeks.

Five year old Noah celebrated Christmas with his family last weekend.

America has stories like this one everyday.  America always comes through and does the right thing. Always.

It is through story, either coming out of a community like Noah's or from the lips of a grandparent, that we as a people find our true heart, our true compass in which we play out our lives.  Without stories that enrich us and fill us back up, stories like that of Fort Hood would swallow us up and spit us back out in pieces.

What I can't understand is the amount of patience we have going on around us while we watch Washington make-over our world and rob us of America's simple pleasures right before our eyes; as they go about it so haphazardly and recklessly, we don't want to see what happens in the end.

Oh Nancy, for you to rationalize the Health Care bill as something you want to give to the America people as ah, how do you say, like a gift, as if it's like getting the Statue of Liberty bestowed upon us from France,   "I'm confident — I'm hopeful that we will have a bill as a Christmas present to the American people."  pourquoi?

You know, Nancy, a gift, is usually something you freely give, without strings attached or compensation in return, did you know that? 

A gift is usually something that makes someone else happy. 

Throwing together a 1,992 pages, a fairy tale of a bill, that requires ALL Americans to pay for something they do not want or by law should not have to pay for as it is our God given right as an American to have that choice, does not constitute in any way, shape, or form a gift whatsoever -- besides the fact that we're broke and have no way to pay for it.

I can tell you, what has been a gift is watching you clowns in Washington discuss this matter for the last, ooh say, almost six months now.   Rewind to springtime under the cherry blossoms, this discussion was just getting started.  It heated up by June, with the President -- who did a fine job dictating away from view --and coming to the podium every so often demanding a deal be reached before summer vacation...  It had to get done.  This was the time.  Debate is over, time for progress to be made.  So that my Presidency can live on efficiently and flawlessly to infinity and beyond.

Then we all know what happened after that, talk about the sky is falling...August turned into Chicken Little meets the Foxy Loxy.  And since then, the busy bees of DC keep generating page after page of mumbo jumbo and fantasy spinning a tale of political rhetoric and fodder -- for the good of the people, of course.

Oh Father, for every good deed does not go unnoticed.

Did you know that the little gift from France took some doing -- turning what started out as a gift into something more like a really expensive gesture, while requiring even the aiding and abetting of some fine Americans to make it happen.

As the story goes, when France was nearly plum tired and out of money, having overburdened herself with a lion's share of kindliness and financial commitment, a man by the name of Joseph Pulitzer (yes, the) came aboard the cause here in America to drum up some more money to pay for sweet Liberty to finish and take her rightful place in the harbor. 

"....[he] opened up the editorial pages of his newspaper, "The World" to support the fund raising effort. Pulitzer used his newspaper to criticize both the rich who had failed to finance the pedestal construction and the middle class who were content to rely upon the wealthy to provide the funds. Pulitzer's campaign of harsh criticism was successful in motivating the people of America to donate. [get out of town...no way...and notice the poor totally left out]


Financing for the pedestal was completed in August 1885, and pedestal construction was finished in April of 1886. The Statue was completed in France in July, 1884 and arrived in New York Harbor in June of 1885 on board the French frigate "Isere" which transported the Statue of Liberty from France to the United States. In transit, the Statue was reduced to 350 individual pieces and packed in 214 crates. The Statue was re-assembled on her new pedestal in four months time. On October 28th 1886, the dedication of the Statue of Liberty took place in front of thousands of spectators. She was a centennial gift ten years late."

Even in the 1800's it happened; criticism of the have's from the have not's, beating them down to a pulp until they just pay for it already, as it is just too exhausting to fight it -- all upon the pages of a newspaper no less.  "The World" must have turned into "The NY Times." 

Oh, but look at her now; afterall, it was for such a worthy cause you know; I mean, look at her, really, just look at what she stands for and what she means to so many of us.  It was a gift commemorating America's Liberty and she takes my breath away...

No, G is not using mother liberty to go to bat for the team who robs Peter to pay Paul or for our federal government to pull a Robin Hood, au contraire. It is just a little color to our history, and a realization that everything is not always as it seems.

Everything about this Health Care Bill is wrong; we know it, we believe it, and there is no telling us otherwise.  We know there are ways to fix the system without dismantling the foundation; as we sit and listen in quiet disposition in our living rooms watching people like Pelosi continue to live in lala land and dismiss the ramblings of the little children under feet -- the annoying little bastards that we are. Les petits bustardes!  we are dumbfounded in the idiocy and abuse of power.

Can they really be so stupid?  If it weren't all played out right before my eyes I would have a hard time believing it to be true; but it is. We have ourselves a house full of loons and while at the moment we can't do anything about it, we will sit, waiting, for just the right time to pounce.  Some people are just in the way of progress, if they could only just get out of the way.

But oh the gift.
 
The gift that they bring to a plum tuckered out nation who lays awake at night wondering how they are going to pay for the car to be serviced -- and pay the phone bill -- and feed their babies before noon tomorrow, as we, the people, live with the real deadlines, day in and day out.  The audacity to call this Health Care bill a present is beyond words; but awakening America to the fraud and waste of a government under a nation's thumb, now that I can enjoy.
 
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night -- have we got a present for you, Pelosi, Princess of Thieves -- and we can't wait to give it to you.
 
Make it a Jolly Good Day, G
 
If you feel like playing Santa a little early yourself, consider a little something to just a boy:
Noah Biorkman
c/o Scott Biorkman
3480 Petoskey Way
Milford, MI 48380

also, if you have some extra time today...take a few minutes to read this story from the Patriot Post...and subscribe to it in the future.  It's like getting a Christmas Present in your e-mailbox -- and it can come to you every day...all you have to do is ask for it... it comes to those who truly believe.