Sunday, April 22, 2018

Pub Chatter #161


     “Not my circus; not my monkeys.” It has been my mantra for the last two days as I deal with those unique conjurers of mystery known as Americans. There has been much head shaking, tongue biting and repressed opportunities this week in my continuing endeavor to assist my fellow man to thwart Darwin and his “survival of the fit” theory. However, I see my ability to help slipping away alongside my ability to care. The result for me is a willingness to let the monkeys fly!

     People have always wanted their own way free of any possible negative consequences. When I was young we were taught that we couldn’t have it. We were constantly reminded by our parents that there were other people in the world. Real people with real lives, real feelings, and dreams all their own. Moreover, these other lives and dreams were every bit as valid as our own. That is no longer the case.

     In the steady stream of parents and children I see every day, the parents are whipped puppies. Their little monkeys are firmly in charge and insistent that everyone must think as they do, value what they do, and celebrate whatsoever they imagine themselves to be; other people and opposing ideas be damned. The universe has shrunken to the size of an individual in which everyone wishes to be that rebel that plucks the forbidden fruit and boldly goes his own way. Meanwhile, it is imperative no one else dares do the same. Egos are large and in charge of their own imaginary universe and are perpetually pissed off at anyone who doesn’t play along.

     The result is a negatively charged world in which everyone has a complaint; has a lament; has an angry word and a bitter mindset. In a negative world, converts to a cause are won by shaming, holding enemies up to public ridicule, and the application of popular pressure by the Enlightened. It is not enough for these folks to offer an individual point of view. Their opposition must be silenced and destroyed. Like rabid dogs they win by biting, ripping and poisoning.

     Enough.

     We are not so far removed from a positive world that we cannot return. Remain calm my modern friends. Returning need not mean going backward in time. It can mean moving forward in a resumption of peace, respect, and personal freedom in a society that values every person’s worth as a human being. It means admitting the village has failed and a resumption of childhood under the direction of parents who are in control and equipped to introduce their children to a real world populated by real people.

     If we cannot do that, human history promises there will come a Ringmaster with a big voice and a bigger whip. He will corral the monkeys running wild under the Big Top. It will be his circus and they will be his monkeys. When that happens there will be order in the circus. Whether or not we like it when that happens is irrelevant. There will be no one to save us.    

Sunday, April 8, 2018

Pub Chatter # 160 Liberty




   “The best government is that which governs least” was the motto of The United States Magazine and Democratic Review. It was later famously paraphrased by Thoreau in his essay, Civil Disobedience and co-opted by writers as quoting various sources.

     The truth, however, like trees falling in the woods, rings with freedom even though we are not there to hear it. It is a truth that crosses political and religious lines that liberty and government are inversely proportional. The more a man is set at liberty, the fewer claims government has on his life and property. Whereas the more government is laid upon a man’s back, the less free he finds himself. Thoreau was keen on pursuing the ultimate improvement of government leading to perfect liberty; no government except a conscience. Thoreau was not a Christian and we can speculate on the faith of America’s first leader forever. One thing is clear, they all shared the biblical value of personal liberty.

     Thoreau’s reliance on conscience as a guide is in complete accord with Christianity as expressed by the Founding Fathers. Not Washington, Adams, and Jefferson---Jesus, Peter and Paul.
     “The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he hath anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor; he hath sent me to heal the brokenhearted...to set at liberty them that are bruised.” Jesus saw the religious government of the Temple and their rigorous enforcement of religious traditions as a hindrance the individual liberty that leads men to God.

     Jesus proclaimed His burden was light. He had two simple laws and free exercise and obedience to those laws rested solely with the individual. Love God with all you have and love your neighbor as yourself.(the perfect law of liberty.) God was man’s only king and judge.
     The apostles agreed with this assessment of liberty.
     “Now the Lord is that Spirit: and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty. Stand fast therefore in the liberty wherewith Christ hath made us free, and be not entangled again with the yoke of bondage." Paul
     “So speak ye, and so do, as they that shall be judged by the law of liberty.” James
     “For so is the will of God, that with well doing ye may put to silence the ignorance of foolish men: As free, and not using your liberty for a cloke of maliciousness, but as the servants of God.” Peter.

     The inscription on the Liberty Bell echoes the writing of Moses. “Proclaim liberty throughout all the land unto all the inhabitants thereof: it shall be a jubilee unto you; ye shall return every man unto his possession, and ye shall return every man unto his family.
     Every man to his possession and family---strangely, the wish of every man who cherishes liberty. No government is needed to instruct men how to do these things.Where, then, does government fit into this world? It is the function of government to protect the free exercise of individual liberty; to secure the lives and property of its citizens. Government exists to wield the sword of judgment against Cain; not to burden Abel with social programs, regulations, and taxes because evil exists in their world.


Saturday, April 7, 2018

Pub Chatter #159 Niagara Falls



     Battered in turn by estranged pals, Curley gets up off the ground and declares, “Why you cowards, you’re afraid to say, Niagara Falls.” (Gents Without Cents--it’s on Youtube.) It’s a great comic bit. Poor Curley, he keeps saying the “wrong” thing. His verbal faux pas gets him battered every time, but he just can’t help but violate the peace by blurting out the forbidden words. It still happens, it’s simply no longer funny and the list of forbidden phrases has grown considerably. I don’t recall a time in my sixty-some years when catchphrases trigger such sudden and violent reactions.

     “White male! Slowly we turned....” And any chance of a rational discussion of gender or race is gone. A mental blood rage against the fascist oppressor replaces all those once cherished liberal notions of diversity and inclusion. Immediately there’s and us standing opposite them. We all know who is them. An imaginary wall of privilege precludes the white male from empathy because he has never had to struggle against stereotype. Strange how there has never been a television show featuring a bumbling, out-of-touch stooge of a father figure forever being saved by women and children.
     White males know no economic hardships. We all have high paying jobs where our good ol’ boy boss loves us and showers us with favors. Meanwhile, we are busy hoarding the nation’s wealth to keep it out of the hands of undeserving people of color and more talented women.

     What shall I more say, for the time would fail me to tell of Christians, Republicans, gun owners, conservatives (social and fiscal), and Trump voters who against the buffeting of popular culture continue to quietly work, pay taxes, discipline their children, and preach a fixed morality.
Like poor Curley, we were merely walking along minding our own business until we bumped into a guy with no pal.

Thursday, March 29, 2018

Pub Chatter #158

  I didn’t become a know it all high schooler until 1968. The Vietnam war was going strong and people on both sides had strong feelings about what was happening. I’ve been thinking about this the last couple of days because I’m about to attend a rally and street march for the first time in my life. I remember seeing a lot of these guys


     I didn’t get to participate in their marches or shout cool slogans like “Hell no, we won’t go.” I didn’t think America should have been in Vietnam. Indochina was a French problem that the Viet Minh had already settled. The reason I was left out of all the excitement was that I was busy doing this:






     You know, shuttling those aluminum boxes from Vietnam back to the States. Sitting in the dark at the end of the runway wasn’t the safest place to, but it was a hell of a lot safer the where those guys were coming from. The reason I felt secure doing that was that I knew fellow Americans with guns were standing watch over me. Well, they were standing watch over the aircraft, but I like to think they were looking out for me too. I didn’t see one assault rifle. I was very aware of the defense rifles carried by Security.

     Anyway, I’m planning on marching in Olympia on April 21st in a rally being called, March For Our Rights. I know it won’t be as memorable as the old days because the organizers have asked us not to stoop to the level of children and carry signs that say, F@#k You or call the snowflakes any other degrading things. I just realized I may need to ask their opinion of penis hats. Maybe I’ll just stick to my Second amendment hat. I haven’t owned a firearm in forty-five years, but I’m giving serious thought to actually purchasing one for the occasion--thinking AR15.

     The way I have it figured, if anything goes awry while using my First Amendment rights in support of my Second Amendment rights, I can always fall back on my Fourth, Fifth and Fourteenth Amendment rights because nobody knows what those are. You’re never too old for new experiences. See you at the Capito

Sunday, March 25, 2018

Pub Chatter #157 -- a Dog Blog



     The size of our foster family is dwindling. Four of Hope’s puppies, Roscoe, Archie, Pepper, and Darla have found forever homes. Hope has just returned to us after being spayed. She is recovering nicely and we are happy that there has been some serious interest in adopting her. She really is a loving dog and deserves a good home. Like the puppies, it will be bittersweet to see them go.

     All in all, fostering has been a positive experience. Keeping ahead of seven puppies has been a definite learning experience. Just when you think you have them figured out and secured--they let you know it’s time to think again. Puppies, like people, will work day and night to clear obstacles and get to their goal whether it’s treats, escape or just getting to where their people are. It hasn’t all been easy, but it is rewarding and we are already making preparations to do it all again.

     My mind has put in some serious overtime trying to work out how my love for gardening is going to fit with puppy wrangling. The problems are myriad. Like how to keep Archie from uprooting my raspberries and still give him room to run and play. I’m putting in some raised beds, but wonder if that will be enough. He’s clever, curious, and persistent; a dangerous combination for my flowers. If only he weren’t so darn cute and lovable.

     Speaking of cute and lovable, take a look at the three still needing a forever home--one just like yours. You can read a bio and see videos of them on Journey Home Rescue’s page on Facebook. Meanwhile here’s a quick peek at Daisy, Bella, and Piper.



   




Saturday, March 24, 2018

Pub Chatter #156--Blowing Smoke



    In ancient times we had a saying for everything. In my day, the popular response to receiving a meaningless gesture or an insincere compliment was to tell the giver of such a compliment, “You’re just blowing smoke up my ass.” It's a phrase I still employ. However, today I learned where the phrase originated thanks to a book entitled. Quackery. A history of the Worst Way to Cure Everything. There's a comfort in an awareness of history. 

     It turns out that in the eighteenth century a tobacco smoke enema was the recommended treatment for near drowning. Tobacco was blown through a bellows or tube into the rectum of the unfortunate victim. Tobacco smoke was believed to warm the victim’s body while at the same time stimulating respiration. There was even a society of rescuers carrying tobacco enema kits patroling the banks of the Thames in London.

     Of course, the treatment didn’t work. In fact, it actually was more dangerous to the rescuer than the drowning victim. If the daring rescuer unwittingly inhaled, he risked not only the harmful effects of tobacco but was at an increased risk of contracting cholera. The upside is that the death of tobacco enemas gave rise to the “vulgar” idea of mouth to mouth resuscitation which actually did save lives.

     I will feel safer on my next trip to London knowing no one is trolling along the Thames armed with an enema kit and ready to blow smoke up my ass if I fall in the river. The troubling side to this bit of history is that it is too easy for the modern enlightened ones and their liberal media friends to see conservatives as drowning ignorance and in need of rescue. The smoke they deliver to save us is administered in the same fashion of old with the same useless results.

Friday, March 23, 2018

Pub Chatter #155 Back to the Future




 

  
   Progress is a forward or onward movement (as to an objective or to a goal): a gradual betterment. So says Mr. Webster. Assuming he is correct, has prompted me to consider two things about modern progressivism. Where is it leading and is it making life better?

     I can only guess at progressivism’s final destination. However, the current direction seems plain enough to me. The onward press of progressivism is to create an amoral, asexual, tyranny of thought in a society that elevates self-righteous feelings over law, order and the rights of others. Weaving a complex philosophy laced with hypocritical, double talk, progressives first abandon then pursue viewpoints that suits the agenda of the moment. 

     “The government has got to do something,” is the rally cry of progressivism. The intent is to first shame, slander, silence, then legislate away any opposition in a headlong rush to move “forward” to governmental omnipotence. Their assumption is that forward is by definition better.

     But, is it? Is America better off now than it was nine years ago? Or fifty years ago? I don’t think so. We are a nation being bent to the will of a world that doesn’t give a damn about our history, tradition, or national interests. We are forever being told how superior Europe and Asia are by people with the freedom to emigrate but who are too dishonest or too lazy to better their situation by moving there. They prefer to enslave the rest of us to their rose colored insistence that we emulate the world our ancestors left long ago.

     I believe there is much that can be improved about America. However, I am not convinced the answer is to be found in a blind march “forward.” On the contrary, the answer lies in the past. I’ve made many mistakes in life. The best way to get back on the right path is to go back to the place where things went wrong and try again—older and somewhat wiser this time around.

         Perhaps if we went back to the moral and spiritual climate of days gone by when rational argument not the loudest shout guided us there would be fewer schools shot to pieces, fewer government leaders thumbing their noses at the law and the Constitution, and fewer people too offended to think clearly. Progressive will say that we geezers always think the old days were better. That’s true enough, but that doesn’t mean we are wrong.

     “Stand ye in the ways, and see, and ask for the old paths, where is the good way, and walk therein, and ye shall find rest for your souls. But they said, We will not walk therein.”