But first, a little current political observation:
The Great Pretender, our presidential poser, is off to compare sanctified pronouncements with the Pope. I can imagine that Francis’ advice to O-Bam is, “When you do these stupid things, you should cross your fingers behind your back!”
Obama Care is a gift from above. As it spirals downward and its tenfold proponents continue to hail its virtues, even the dumbest of “koolaid drinkers” can see this massive effort of state collectivism headed for crash and burn.
When and if, the “redline” for this joke ever materializes, what next when no one signs up? All those who’ve made the honesty check mark but didn’t continue to attempt sign up at least a dozen times, will be gathered up first and dumped in a barbed wired vacation retreat? Then you’ll be next. Thank God, the 2nd amendment still exists! And thank God, for Teddy Roosevelt’s National Park System. They will be the only places you’ll have a chance of hiding out in.
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Every once in a while, I like to go back and review my previous years of mental meanderings and in particular, my political and everyday observations, then. It’s an exercise of comparison. What flavor of rant has my attention today, versus yesterday. It also helps re-charge my perspective. And, I can also obviously see where my opinion was incorrect and pleasurably, where I hit the nail right on the head (beyond gratifying, I assure you).
Today, I bring you the first, of some recycled essays, from a few years back. Some remix from my blog, The Big Little Life. Hope you enjoy:
Big Little Life - March 23rd 2009
Re: Sarah Palin for President and other sage remarks
You know, a president who knows Jack Schitt would be a lot of fun after the Obama years. It would show the world that we are politically correct electing an air head female to what was once the strongest seat of power on earth and it would prove once and for all that the United States, electorate however, doesn’t really know Jack Shit!
Recently a couple of representatives from our Anglican mission church went to an organizational meeting for a community food bank. During this meeting it was emphatically pointed out that no references to religious involvement would be allowed, (or tolerated), nor acknowledged as being associated with the new organization. This "small" incident took me down Contemplative Lane and fruited the following observations/questions.
In this world, where 99.99% of we humans share one common physical attribute and many of us share the figurative definition of that attribute as apt descriptions of our personalities, is it okay that?:
1.) A baby vomiting into the lens of a video camera is shown on TV, AND is considered funny/comedy?
2.) Little, if anything, is left to the imagination when it comes to sex and therefore titillation is now down to porn and anything less revealing is Ho Hum!
3.) Given the television, movie, and other visual media examples, our young people are encouraged, by example, to have multiple biological "daddys" for their illegimate children. And have plenty of those! Plus, mulitiple partners -same sex, opposite sex, or a "comfortable" mix thereof.
4.) Just one more. . . Over 30 million people watch Jerry Springer's circus every day. The "guests" have vocabularies consisting of many consonants and five to six, one syllable, filth words. The only thing that changes is the players. The same talk, the same subjects, the same outcome. Always the same host, who never, ever, gets closer than twenty feet from the participants.
30 million viewers? ? ?
More examples for the above could fill a 1,000 page loose leaf notebook. On the other side of the coin:
Is there a verifiable instance of anyone picking up a copy of the Watch Tower to toss it into the ash can, and at that moment, they instantly burst into flames? In the same subject area; has there ever been an incident where after having the door slammed in their faces - the two "Watch Tower" messengers broke down the door and beat the crap out of the offender?
Ever once, has anyone sneezed, received the time worn, "God, bless you!" and then they went up in an incandescent flash? Is there an eyewitness accounting of someone going blind after a prolonged viewing of a "Jesus Saves!" bumper sticker while stuck in five o'clock, traffic gridlock?
No? I propose that in the interest of fair play, level playing fields, equal opportunity, and all that other politically correct B.S. that non believers be prohibited from buying cheap bake goods from any church, raffle tickets for new cars, cheap spagehtti dinners, and attending church sponsored bazzars, auctions and yard sales. I also think that a community ordinance should be enacted that for every time the Lord's name is taken in vein, a beer joint's closing time be moved back ten minutes until all taverns, bars, and clubs are open only on Monday afternoons from 2 PM 'til 5PM! That last one is easy for me, since my barfly days have been over for at least three years now!
Lastly, I think that being politically correct these days, is a hellava lot more comfortable than wearing those bulky, cumbersome blinders of yesteryear. And I think that for purposes of brotherhood recognition all PC'ers be tattoed with the left cheek of a smurf's ass signifying, soon to be "Left Behind" membership.
More to come . . . . . . . “Nuff said?
Proverbs 17:22 says, "Being cheerful keeps you healthy" (GNT). Studies prove that when you laugh, it increases your number of T-cells, which raises your immunity level. Laughter is good for your health. Humor is God's gift to us. Remember, God has a sense of humor—he made you! To be emotionally balanced, take God very seriously but don't take yourself seriously. Learn to laugh at your limitations. There is plenty of material. If you only laugh and enjoy life when your problems are all solved, you'll never enjoy life. Found in Rick Warren's Purpose Connection newsletter today. (March 23, 2009.)
In closing, a little taste of the real Blues:
I spent my entire adult life (the prime years) often dwelling, but also denying, that I was going to die one day. Duh, an over-simplification. When those thoughts pushed their way into my wandering psyche, the sensation of choking fear always overwhelmed me for a few minutes. I‘d make a hasty escape, take a few moments and a deep breath--- banality was my shield.
These days as I approach the threshold of the Valley of Finality I find that the panicked expectations have given way to comfortable inevitability. It’s coming. Don’t know when. Don’t care a lot anymore. And until I hear the knocking on the door I lounge in God’s countenance.
Emotional ups and downs have leveled off. An air of pleasurable acceptance envelopes my day. Blood pressure is down. The intricacies of living, far less complicated.
For decades I loved to laugh then lost that inclination for a few years prior to last spring’s heart surgery. Almost everything contained some humor. It felt as good as sex and was much easier to get. I’ve gotten that back with a new twist. It is now easy to recognize how absurd some things are that people (myself included) say and do! Often now, my cheer is spontaneous and jumps out of my mouth before and after the words. People must think I’m the village idiot. . . . . or maybe, savant ?
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Last week I was elected to the Town Commission of Inglis, Florida. I ran because I care about pending issues and events that will change the town - - - hopefully for the better!
Inglis is a Gulf coast community of about 1,200 people. Registered voters number just above 900 and the vote total was just above 250 (off year election). I was the top vote getter by a slim margin which was a surprise as I was the new kid on the block and the other three candidates were incumbents or repeaters. I could not explain that at first and neither could the local political wonks I shared a celebratory, post-election, dinner with. After some retrospective review I think I’ve come up with the answer.
On Election Day, most of the candidates strung out behind the invisible boundary between the entrance to the polling place and the camp-presence of hopefuls.
Candidates and supporters stood next to the road in front of Town Hall. Each faction waving signs and candidates waving at passing traffic. Most of the passersby didn’t wave back if a man was driving. As the day wore on, many cars, and the faces within, became more familiar but still, most didn’t wave back. The majority appeared to be from Yankeetown at the end of the road, west of us. You could assume they had no vested interest in the Inglis election, or they weren’t interested in getting chummy with political types.
After a few hours of the highway version of “hail and farewell”, I was taken by the frequency the same people passed, going and coming. This was noteworthy because the nearest business/shopping hubs, Dunnellon to the East and Crystal River to the South, are eleven miles away. It does help explain why the corner gas/eatery/staples/ and beer convenience store does a land office trade. It also throws some light on probably why two out of three of the national “Dollar Stores” have outlets in a town of 1,200 residents.
Back to the subject at hand; during the last hours of the voting day, one thing about this traffic watching – waving exercise got my attention. I was wearing what I wear most days; a fishing shirt, jeans, a denim jacket and a camouflaged hat. Some men drivers, who waved at me, often before I waved to them, wore camouflage, too. The majority drove earlier model trucks or cars, just like my 1998 Toyota Tacoma with 322,000 miles.
This spontaneous recognition happened so often, it had to be much more than co-incidence.
So now, I have the explanation for the larger favorable vote total. I have a constituency that I was unaware of!
I learned one other fact about politics this day. You must pay close attention to the opposition. If you devote enough scrutiny to their actions you will discover some valuable insight.
One woman, who attends every town council meeting and has the demeanor of someone with a migraine headache, spent a good part of the day doing the things the rest of us were doing - - waving signs and hands (their own). Around five o’clock this person began taking pictures of the opposing candidates. She moved swiftly down the street towards my truck and took several pictures of the Mayor and a lady candidate parked next to me. She couldn’t take my picture because I had walked by her group and crossed the street to visit with a sign waving supporter of "our" faction.
When she noticed my relocation and confabing she started snapping pictures of us. We in turn waved back at the camera and smiled, of course, because there was always a chance that she might send these pics to the “Letters to the Editor”, or the television stations up in Gainesville.
A half an hour later, “Little Miss Sunshine” packed up her lawn chair, sippy cup, and camera and got into her pick-up with the pretend dual exhaust. Her camera batteries must have gone dead.
As she pulled onto the highway we waved happily at her, just as we had been doing to all the recognized motorists who passed our stations. As she passed us it was apparent she still had that migraine and when she got about 50 feet down the road she gave us the finger – disguising the motion in the reflection of the truck’s side mirror. Had I not been paying attention I would have missed this subtle gesture and had she been paying attention she would have seen herself giving herself the bird.
I, of course, was compelled to acknowledge her finger with one of my own. But, since we aren’t friends I didn’t want to give her the wrong impression. This was not surprising behavior that you’d expect from a sixteen year old. However, I thought she looked forty years older ! Which goes to show that actions and reality are sometimes light years apart.
I’m also glad that the picture taking and departing gesture didn’t escalate. I’m thinkin’ that maybe next time I’ll discover the secret handshake. I’m carrying latex gloves now, in anticipation of that event.
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Every day should start and end with a laugh. A prayer or two would be apropos, also. Otherwise an extended uhmmmmmmmmm at sunset might make you feel a little better.
One of my favorite bloggers is Harrison Scott Key whose work appears in my favorite literary magazine The Oxford American.
Ever been a parent or thinking seriously about trying to be one? You’ll love this post: http://www.oxfordamerican.org/articles/2012/oct/28/family-issue/
Enuff Said ??