Saturday, October 20, 2018

Chatter #208 The Mountain Rumbles


    Americans are not the socially and politically polarized society some would have us believe us to be. We are a people at war. School shootings may be the opening shots in that war. They are certainly a symptom of a larger problem. Blinded by the focus on weapons used, we cannot see the destruction into which we are plunging headlong. High school shootings are not singular events that appear out of nowhere. Shootings are the traumatic opening of a festering wound.

     Marginalize, berate and demonize a person long enough and you will succeed in driving him to violence. The victim of mental and social torture will lash out in torment at either at himself, his tormentors or both. We are seeing that story played out on the news with increasing frequency. Lay aside politics and cries for justice for a moment and really look at the shooters. They are not popular kids, they are not the go along the crowd, or even hidden in the crowd kids. They are frustrated, angry people who have been made aware by their peers that their opinions and emotions don’t count. They don’t count. Eventually, the time comes when these throw aways realize they do count and decided they are damn well going to show the world.   

     What do you suppose is going to happen when the lone school shooter becomes half the population? The self-appointed, liberal beacons of enlightenment think that bullying dissenters with negative media, false allegations, shaming, and marginalization will pressure opponents into surrendering their freedoms for peace. When this pressure fails to transform free thinkers, the left’s hope is that the growing government will legislate freedom away or compliant courts will vanquish it.

     On the other side of the politico-social spectrum, right wingers are living under the delusion that their opponents can be reasoned with or appeased into a patriotic best-for-America peace. Every violation of American custom, law and tradition by progressives has been sanitized and disguised as “mainstream” acceptance before being labeled as enlightenment and broadcast by talking heads. Political correctness is fine for politicians. Their object is to speak without saying anything. It is ineffective as a means of advocating for human rights. Social-speak doesn’t work in genuine efforts to communicate understanding between rival views. Employed by aggressive minds “correctness” is the first tiny step toward erasing all opposing values and culture.

Social progressivism doesn’t want to make America politically or socially better or more correct. It holds no hope for peace or personal safety. Its sole goal is to make America irrelevant and replace our history, law, and tradition with a multicultural globalism taught by those who have benefited most from American liberty. Every experiment in socialism has had the same grand design—world domination.

“Imagine there's no country
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people living life in peace…”

     That’s the anthem of socialism in general and of American progressives in particular. No one on either side is asking, “Peace at what price?”

     The delusion of harmless, progressive socialism will persist until Americans find themselves with a governmental boot on their neck. That has been the result of every socialist attempt at utopia. To think that a democratic vote to usher in mob tyranny will end differently is utter foolishness. The endgame is beginning to be played out in the microcosm we call high school. If you have forgotten, ask a high school student about the demands to go along with the current trend. To meekly go along to get along is not the American way; hell it’s not the human way. Freedom, individualism and personal initiative break out because they are adult human nature. As the high school tyrants are finding out, if true freedom and individuality are repressed long enough, they will break out violently. 

     The current political and social debate has taken on the childishness of high school. In fact, high schoolers are being used to conduct the debate. This cannot continue. At some point, the struggle will turn violent. There will be a final, “Oh hell no” and the deplorables will come out swinging. The debate will be over. Reason will be exhausted. The wish for peace will vanish away. The debate over the course of America’s future will, once again, be decided by the blood of its citizens being spilled by their brethren. We are nearer to this than anyone cares to admit. 

Saturday, September 29, 2018

Chatter #207 Politics of the Soul



 “And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.”

It is worthwhile for everyone, from time to time, to stop and evaluate the direction in which his life is going. Wrapped as we are in a society of polarized politics and divisive social issues, it is easy to be blinded to what is truly important. Slavery to our devices isolates us even further from our shared humanity.

Everybody wants to win. Americans expect to win; winning is our due. We expect our values to prevail because, after all, we are right. Righteousness, belief, loyalty, and patriotism are all good things---until they become the most important thing. When being right and winning trample underfoot compassion and mercy for our fellow man, they are despicable evils.

The briefest glance at American society is enough to confirm that we are breathing an atmosphere of intolerance, mistrust and unbridled selfishness. What we see on the news and social media is not love, it is insatiable ego parading itself as virtue. Neither side is immune. Every event that takes place, every word that is uttered, every attitude that is manifested is focused on how best to degrade, deny, demean, and demonize each other. We are consumed with the destruction and ridicule of our fellow human beings.

This is not an American problem. The rest of the world is just the same. It is a human problem of which we are all guilty to some degree. It is also the recipe for inner darkness. Vince Lombardi once said that winning isn’t everything. It’s the only thing. Who am I to disagree with the famous? The question is this, what are you trying to win?

St. Paul was a talented, driven, dynamic man. Prophet, healer, builder, scholar, and man of faith, he counted all he was as nothing unless love was the driving force. Winning is not reaching a higher score, getting our way, or converting the minds of our opposition. It is not being smarter, wiser, or more talented. Everything those gifts may win for you will pass away.

Be passionate in your beliefs and actions. Defend your faith and stand up for what you believe in. March with your sign. Wear your uniform with pride. Be yourself to the uttermost. But remember, victory in life has one measure, to love God above all and your neighbor as yourself. This life is a vapor from which we carry away nothing but our soul. Finish well.

Friday, September 28, 2018

Chatter #206 Political Pudding



     “The proof of the pudding is in the eating.”

     Given my interest in the current Senate Judiciary Committee’s doings, some of my family and friends were surprised to learn that I didn’t watch the hearing yesterday. I didn’t watch because I have learned from the proceedings what I wanted to know. Now, I am more interested in the vote of the full Senate than anything said in committee. Just for shits and giggles, here are my observations and predictions.

     Sen Grassley from Iowa is over 80 and used up. He either no longer has the balls to be a Republican Senator or his head is buried in the ruined rubble of the past. He let his committee be hijacked and did nothing but cave. I’m not from Iowa so there’s nothing I can do about him.

     Sen Feinstein no longer deserves the title of US Senator. She is the ranking minority member of the committee and her job is to represent her party. There is no sin in her doing so. She may not have broken any of the rules of the Senate, however, she lacks the decency conferred by her title. What can you expect from California? She is guilty as charged by Kavanaugh of turning “advise and consent” into “search and destroy” and thus, overstepping the bounds of her Constitution mandate. She will not be censured as she deserves because no Republican in the Senate has the guts to start proceedings.

     It may be unfair to pick on Sen. Feinstein when her fellow Democratic committee member, Sen. Richard Blumenthal of Connecticut lied about serving in Vietnam and still gets a say in any government proceeding. And what did the liar from Connecticut have to say? “Going forward with this nomination will cast a shadow and stain on an institution that depends, for its power, on credibility and trust …” His personal experience reveals he knows nothing of credibility or trust.

     Many of my friends have taken to Facebook to praise Sen. Graham of South Carolina. Save it until the votes are counted. Graham is a Rino. During 2016, Graham called Trump a “kook,” a “jackass,” “a race-baiting bigot,” and “the most flawed nominee in the history of the Republican Party.”  Inauguration Week, he and McCain were seen in the offices of the Senate building plotting to lead a brave Republican resistance. This leopard has not changed his spots. The committee vote means little. However, it is a grand statement on which to deceive his South Carolina constituents. Kamala and Booker were the only ones posturing for election bids.

     That was the sideshow, strictly for entertainment. Now, the pudding is on the table and no one is in a hurry to eat. I think confirmation is iffy at best. Is Judge Kavanaugh qualified and have sufficient experience? Absolutely. How does his morality and behavior stack up? No one in Congress is qualified to cast a stone. Advise and Consent needs no more than that.

     So what’s the problem? Judge Kavanaugh supports the Constitution as written. That’s a sin to the party that has advanced their program, not by the legislative or election processes, but by the courts reinterpreting the law. Losing control of the Supreme Court would obstruct the Democrats march to socialism.

     The second problem with Judge Kavanaugh is the most obvious. He was appointed by President Trump. Democratic senators, by their own admission, will fight to the death to keep another Trump appointee off the court. Protest signs were made up ahead of time and protesters supplied with markers to fill in whatever name the President uttered.

     The third problem and maybe the most insurmountable one is the Republican senators themselves. They don’t have the skills or the drive to fight. Years ago the Communists thought they would bury America because we were too rich and complacent. We were seen as unwilling to fight to the end and unwilling to stoop to the level needed to win. They weren’t totally wrong. They failed because there political and economic systems collapsed under the weight of fighting an enemy with almost unlimited means.

     The present crop of Republican senators are old, worn out, wimps more interested in avoiding any appearance of sexism, racism or homophobia on the national scene than in representing those who actually cast votes for them. These senators will stall as long as Democrats like. In the end, the likes of Flake, Graham, Collins, Murkowski, and Alexander will join the Democrats.

     It’s not well known, but I have been wrong once or twice. We’ll see how the pudding tastes when it’s done. In the meantime, write your senators. Be nice, be polite and be firm in the loss of your support for a “No” vote. In my case, it is an exercise in futility (I live in Washington), but the effort will be made.

       

Wednesday, September 26, 2018

Chatter #205 Deplorable Observations




   Today I watched the President’s news conference ( the first I have voluntarily watched in twenty years). I was extremely impressed with President Trump’s honesty,  and straightforward manner. I can clearly see why he infuriates the political and media establishment. I will be praying for his success because God only knows where we will find a man to follow him.

     I have long held that the best, most qualified people for the Presidency will shun the office because of the corrupt, convoluted, malicious process that marks the road to office. The only people willing to undergo the process are huge egoists. So detractors, if President Trump has a big ego, who made that a qualification necessary? The President today said the same thing may become true of appointment to the Supreme Court. The best candidates will refuse consideration to avoid character assassination.

     I don’t know if it was idiocy or unimaginable naivete that prompted the reporter to ask the President if his experience with character assassinate would influence his thinking about Judge Kavanaugh. I do know that I liked the honest, direct answer, Yes. I can imagine his predecessors answering the same question. I just can’t imagine they answering truthfully.

     My children were born in the mid to late seventies. It may be a damning confession, but television provided them with many learning experiences. They learn the numbers 2 to 13 by changing the channels before we got a remote control. They learned the words to the Star Spangled Banner when the programming day ended. When Judge Judy came along, we all learned that if you were going to lie, the lie had to make sense.

     I am supposing some members of the Senate Judiciary Committee, the American Bar Association, and college professors missed those valuable Judge Judy lessons. They were probably too busy watching and writing the news for that kind of low brow, deplorable, dregs of society viewing. Too bad, the experience would have come in handy in their finding and training of witnesses.

     “Whereunto then shall I liken the men of this generation? and to what are they like? They are like unto children sitting in the marketplace, and calling one to another, and saying, We have piped unto you, and ye have not danced; we have mourned to you, and ye have not wept.
     For John the Baptist came neither eating bread nor drinking wine; and ye say, He hath a devil.
     The Son of man is come eating and drinking; and ye say, Behold a gluttonous man, and a winebibber, a friend of publicans and sinners!
     But wisdom is justified of all her children.”

Tuesday, September 25, 2018

Chatter #204 Faith Rests


      “My faith rests not upon what I am, or shall be, or feel, or know, but in what Christ is, what He has done, and in what He is now doing for me.”   Charles Spurgeon.

      A crucial truth, misunderstood by some Christians, and totally ignored by those outside Christianity, is that Christianity is based on performance. That is, to be a Christian, you must ever and always behave a certain way or meet a certain standard. Unfortunately for critics of Christianity, God does not share this view.

     A person is a Christian who has confessed to God their own failed attempts at godliness and accepted the sacrifice of Christ as atonement for their failure. This done, they are adopted by God as His children. This is what Christ has done.

    Then, and only then, does performance enter the picture. Performance cannot undo the adoption. Now, that does not mean a Christian may live any way he chooses. Because we now have a Father who loves us, poor behavior merits correction. God corrects His children. He does this in love and in the means surest to bring results.

     “Now no chastening for the present seems to be joyous, but grievous: nevertheless afterward it yields the peaceable fruit of righteousness unto them which are exercised thereby.” This is what Christ is doing today.

     No Christian is worthy of good standing with God. Moreover, there is no series of good deeds able to pronounce a person “good” in the sight of God. It is Christ in us that is the hope of glory. Christ is the Rock that is higher than I. It is Christ whom God sees when I cry out to Him. This is what Christ is.

     “For if a man think himself to be something, when he is nothing, he deceiveth himself...But God forbid that I should glory, save in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, by whom the world is crucified unto me, and I unto the world.”

Saturday, September 22, 2018

Chatter #203


 

   Social injustice is a bottomless well of inspiration for writers. It has always been around and a wellspring of empathy and emotion for readers of all ages. Social injustice, well told, makes for timeless literature. So, it’s not surprising to find parallels in our own time. It’s deja vu all over again.

     Last night I was searching Netflix and stumbled upon one of my favorite movies of all time. It also happens to be the film adaptation of one of my favorite books of all time, To Kill a Mockingbird. Read the book, but if you just can’t bring yourself to read, see the movie.

     There’s a trail in the story. It’s the 1930's and a young white woman has accused a black man of rape. The defense attorney destroys her on the stand; showing clearly the man was physically incapable of the crime as it was described. Frustrated and angry at being exposed as a liar, the woman resorts to the social buzz of the day.

     “I don’t know how. He just done it. I’ve got something to say. And then, I ain’t gonna say no more. He took advantage of me. And if you fine, fancy gentlemen ain’t going to do nothing about it, then you’re just a bunch of lousy, yellow, stinking cowards, the whole bunch of you. And your fine fancy airs don’t come to nothing.”

     I can imagine the same words shouted in the same impotent anger in a Senate hearing room on Monday. That is if the accuser dares to even grace the hearings with her presence. The terrible part is that I can also see U.S. Senators making the same blind-to-the truth, politically correct, knee-jerk, decision as the jury in the movie. I also see America letting the Senate get away with their cowardly choice to ruin an innocent man.

     I pray that I am wrong; that I have it all wrong. I doubt it, but only time will tell.

Thursday, September 20, 2018

Chatter #202 J’accuse!



   “One witness shall not rise up against a man for any iniquity, or for any sin, in any sin that he sinneth: at the mouth of two witnesses, or at the mouth of three witnesses, shall the matter be established.”


     The Reign of Terror is an everlasting stain on the French Revolution. The high ideals of "Libert√©, Egalit√©, Fraternit√©" were hijacked by a fanatical agenda more interested in the destruction of perceived opponents than the freedom of the citizenry. The voices of opposition to Jacobin rule were sent to the guillotine; condemned solely by accusation and association. That those same voices shared the goal of an end to tyranny mattered not at all.

     It took longer, but the American Revolution is started down the path of guilt by accusation and bitter denunciation. The Democratic Party has demonstrated a willingness to abandon the Constitution in favor of destroying the opposition. It has granted its members exemption from equal treatment under the law; elevated accusation above the legal process; and given lie to the requirement of evidence.

The current Supreme Court nomination hearings are a shameful display of the worst human qualities. Leftist liberals have given themselves over to that sadistic part of man that enjoys the tearing down those whom a person sees as too good, too powerful, too successful, or too unlike them. This has been going on since Cain killed Abel, but Cain had the good taste to kill his brother outside the spotlight. Americas, lacking a sense of propriety, have a growing love of the spotlight and have always loved a good scandal. Now we have those with the power the government joined at the hip with the holders of worldwide distribution fabricating scandal and promoting accusation as fact to slay their political foes.

     The role of the Senate in confirmation is to “advise and consent.” It is not theirs to deny appointment to a qualified selection of the President. That this power grab has gone on in the Senate for years is the fault of the American people. In the final analysis, voters are the true final arbitrators of the Constitution. When we see Senators, Congressmen, and Presidents overreach the authority granted by the Constitution, it is our sacred duty to remove them from office with our vote.

      Call on the Senate to vote on confirmation now. They aren’t required to hear our voice; neither are they required to be returned to their position. Hold the guilty responsible.   

Tuesday, September 18, 2018

Chatter #201 Sitting



     Sitting here in the recliner where I’ve spent the last five days; staring at the walker positioned at the end of the footrest and wondering how the hell this happened to me. I can’t be old, not yet. A few days ago I worked twelve hours in the ER, chuckled at the twenty-somethings with their boo-boos, drank beer with my co-workers at end of the shift, and spent the rest of the morning doing chores around the house. Today, I’m dragging around this aluminum contraption to keep me from falling on my ass---again.

     When I didn’t die young, thin and handsome, I conceded that someday I might get old. In the eighties, they started calling my music oldies and my suspicions that the day was approaching grew more concrete. When the leftist, liberals at AARP began pushing membership on me, I pledged to resist. I thought I was doing a good job. Sure, there were parts that didn’t work like they used to, but I looked a damn sight better than customers ten years younger than me.

     All of a sudden, I get up one morning with an aching back. No big deal. My back and I were longtime adversaries. Like my hero General Lee, I whipped the contentious invader at every turn. Last Thursday night, my resources collapsed and so did I. My left leg could no longer be trusted and I was forced to concede, I was old. It happened so quickly. The mind and spirit are still willing, but the flesh is weak.

     The doctor says she can fix it. Maybe she can, but the damage is done. The old man is down and can’t pick himself up from this one. Whether or not I ever work again, walk unassisted, or take a shower without someone standing by lies in the hands of an unreliable insurance company and a strange doctor. That’s the precipice of old age; the long drop into dependence where decisions are taken out of your hands.

     Nothing to do for the next two weeks except sit here and think.       

Sunday, September 9, 2018

Chatter #200 Seeing the Invisible




 

     I watched documentary on the paranormal a couple years back. Various viewpoints were represented, but the one I remember was a “scientist” who stated that investigations by believers into the paranormal were flawed because paranormal investigators “saw ghosts everywhere.” His point being that if you believe, you will see evidence to support your belief in every circumstance.

     I agree with his premise. People tend to see what they believe and discount those things they don’t believe. However, the man proved himself a hypocrite. His investigations were in exactly the same fashion as those he criticized. Any difficult to explain phenomenon he observed was dismissed out of hand. Such things did not exist and therefore, he could not “see” them and the evidence could not possibly show them. If paranormal investigators saw ghosts everywhere; he saw them nowhere. Seeing is believing, but believing plays a role in seeing.

      Science, you see, is as dependent on faith as religion or paranormal investigation and largely for the same reason. There are things in the universe that defy the bounds of “natural” logic and “scientific” investigation.

     Science is essentially this: I put this amount of x in this amount of Y under these conditions and I observed Z, or I pointed my telescope to these coordinates and I saw Z and based on my observations/experiment, I conclude XYZ.

      Science can no more take us from unobserved nothingness to the expanding universe with any more certainty that the Genesis account. Both rely one’s ability to reconcile the validity of the experimenter’s/observer’s conclusions with one’s own experiences and interpretation of the available evidence.

     According to the writer of the biblical Book of Hebrews, “By faith he (Moses) forsook Egypt, not fearing the wrath of the king: for he endured, as seeing him who is invisible.” Moses career as a prince of Egypt took a steep nose dive when he took an interest in his fellow Hebrews. He fled to the back side of the desert and took up tending sheep. The bible says he worked through his experience as a shepherd and subsequently put up with his contentious people by seeing an invisible God.

     God’s invisibility is not to be confused with a lack of evidence of His presence. Jesus used the wind as an example of how the unseen makes itself known and as an insight into how belief in the workings of God is evidenced. As a writer I “show” my character’s invisible emotions by describing body language or facial expression in order that the reader may “see” what is transpiring. And, what about those ah-ha moments; those epiphanies we all experience when the light above our head comes on and we “see” the answer?

     Human beings are capable of seeing more than the objects we look upon. Call it vision, insight, or inspiration, but don’t deny it happens and we see the invisible. What we do with this ability is up to us. However, I find removing traditional disbelief can open up a wide vista on the invisible world that surrounds us.

     Yes, I see God in everything.

Thursday, September 6, 2018

Chatter #199


   The self-righteous of the world and the man wise in the world’s conceits call Christianity a crutch. They are more correct than they know. Christianity is a crutch. Their error is in believing that a crutch a bad thing. They obviously, do not understand the purpose of a crutch or the needs of a crippled man. A crutch is essential for a cripple.

     A crutch is an instrument of healing every bit as much as the surgeon’s scalpel or the physician’s medicine. Years ago I worked on a Native American reservation. Diabetic foot problems, if not greater in number, were much more severe. One reason for this was the refusal of the afflicted to use a crutch to keep the weight off their wound and let it heal. At least one young man sold his crutches to buy alcohol. A crutch was a sign of weakness and infirmity and there was a willingness to sell healing for a false show of strength.

     I did not see one foot saved by strength. I did see many slowly and methodically whittled away until the crutch gave way to the wheelchair and the illusion of strength was gone.

     For wounds to heal they need care. They need to be protected from further injury. Crutches bear a man up until he can walk on his own again and be whole. Spiritual crutches work the same way. They protect the hurt until the wounded can bear his own weight again. Only the physician can say how long that will take. So when you see a soul on crutches think, “There’s a man who is trying to be whole again.”


     Woe to the man who walks alone; who denies crutch and friend to lift him up when he falls. A Christian knows that afflictions are many, but the Lord delivers him out of everyone. 

    As a postscript, our hospital unit faced a critical shortage of crutches last night and it was not fun. Nobody wanted to hop home.

Chatter #198 Remembering




     As I opened Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening today to begin my morning devotion, I read the scripture and immediately my heart and eye jumped to the date. I had been anticipating the day, but life distracts us now and again and even those days we plan to remember slip from the front of our mind. Today is September 6th, my father’s birthday. He has been gone from this world for eleven years now. He has never been absent from my thoughts. On my busiest days, in my joy and in my sorrow, he is with me. The best parts of me are a tribute to his craftsmanship for his words and deeds have shaped the man I am.
   
     The scripture read: “...that ye may be blameless and harmless, the sons of God, without rebuke, in the midst of a crooked and perverse nation, among whom ye shine as lights in the world...”

     “Dad,” the thought sprang to mind unbidden as I read the words.

    I wish for everyone such a light in the midst of this crooked, perverse world. My dad didn’t lecture, seldom rebuked, and I cannot now call to mind an instance when he physically punished. A look of disapproval and the knowledge that I disappointed him was enough to alter my life. It still is.

     It’s strange because the particulars of our views are so different. Dad was a Kennedy Democrat who never, in his entire life, voted for a Republican. He was a staunch union man, a bit of a tree hugger, and refused to darken the door of a church. Yet, never for a moment, did I believe I was adopted.

     That was Dad’s doing. He not only believed in allowing others to think differently, he practiced it with quiet tolerance. He was his own man, rooted steadfast in his values and opposing opinion was no threat to his self-image. His trust was betrayed more than once. He forgave. “Nobody’s perfect,” was more than a trite saying with him. He once told me he resisted Christianity because he feared to commit to God and subsequently failing to live godly.

     No reasoning by me could move him from that stance. He refused the prayers of hospital chaplains, not surrendering to being polite, and then asked me to stand by him. We came to an understanding about faith. He agreed to listen to a recorded sermon of mine. In exchange, we would let the matter of faith rest there. I agreed knowing it was the best deal I was going to get.

     The deal held for many years. When he called me, to tell me that his doctor sent him home to die, that was a difficult promise to keep. He just wanted me there. One afternoon, we were alone. He didn’t exactly break the deal, but fighting back tears, he said to me “I had no idea what a good preacher you are.” We were both at peace from that moment on without another word.

     He died shortly thereafter. I was in the next room when he left. I think he wanted to make a quiet exit when nobody was looking. That’s just the way he was. His death is a vivid memory. His life is a more enduring one. Tears are unavoidable, but I’m celebrating his life today. To me, Elmer LaFountain is forever a blameless, harmless son of God, a light in the midst of a crooked, perverse world.

 
   We were both young once upon a time.                       

Monday, September 3, 2018

Chatter #197




 

 
    The self-righteous of the world and the man wise in the world’s conceits call Christianity a crutch. They are more correct than they know. Christianity is a crutch. Their error is in believing that a crutch a bad thing. They obviously, do not understand the purpose of a crutch or the needs of a crippled man. A crutch is essential for a cripple.

     A crutch is an instrument of healing every bit as much as the surgeon’s scalpel or the physician’s medicine. Years ago I worked on a Native American reservation. Diabetic foot problems, if not greater in number, were much more severe. One reason for this was the refusal of the afflicted to use a crutch to keep the weight off their wound and let it heal. At least one young man sold his crutches to buy alcohol. A crutch was a sign of weakness and infirmity and there was a willingness to sell healing for a false show of strength.

     I did not see one foot saved by strength. I did see many slowly and methodically whittled away until the crutch gave way to the wheelchair and the illusion of strength was gone.

    For wounds to heal they need care. They need to be protected from further injury. Crutches bear a man up until he can walk one his own again and be whole. Spiritual crutches work the same way. They protect the hurt until the wounded can bear his own weight again. Only the physician can say how long that will take. So when you see a soul on crutches think, “There’s a man who is trying to be whole again.”

    Woe to the man who walks alone; who denies crutch and friend to lift him up when he falls. A Christian knows that afflictions are many, but the Lord delivers him out of every one.

Sunday, September 2, 2018

Chatter #196



     “Well may they cease to mourn who have ceased to sin.”
                                                               Charles Spurgeon

     Personal responsibility is at the core of Christian faith. To become a Christian one must own his mistakes and his rebellion against God. That is why the man who refuses to accept his failings as of his own making; who feels no guilt over wrongs done to others; or is possessed of a sense of entitlement, sees no sense in Christianity. Christianity is not for the uncaring.

     There is nothing free in Christianity. Some will say, “Salvation is free.” On the contrary, salvation cost the suffering and blood of the Son of God. Neither is salvation free to those who accept it, for the guilty must confess their sin. If you believe that confession does not cost the confessor, you are not doing it right. True confession is a type of death; a dying to self; an abandonment of all for Christ. Christianity is not for the careful.

     Each Christian must bear his own burden. The Spirit and the brethren are standing by to help, but every man must pick up his own cross and lay it on his own shoulder. Christianity is not for weaklings. While the world cries, “Don’t judge me.” Christians stand continually before their judge and every minute is called to answer for not only their actions but for the thoughts and intents of their heart. Christianity is not for the carefree.

     Does that mean that every deed and thought is good and pure? God forbid. It means every deed and thought must be examined by the light of the Holy Spirit. Furthermore, it means these things must be owned and dealt with by the one responsible for them. Christianity is not for the careless.


     Christianity is for those in need of care; for the broken, the wounded, the blind, halt and lame. “They that are whole have no need of the physician, but they that are sick: I came not to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance.” We mourn our failings and the sickness that plagues our soul until the Physician comes and removes our sin.       

Friday, August 31, 2018

Shit, Socialism, and Good Intentions




 

     In the medical field, shit is very important. People are obsessive about shit. It’s not the right color, it’s not the right consistency, there’s too much, there’s not enough, and the list goes on. Most people have a negative outlook about shit. They claim it stinks and is laden with germs. Both of these things descriptive terms are accurate, but they don’t tell the whole story.

     Shit is essential to human survival. Anatomically speaking, shit is at the core of humankind. Reduced to the common denominator, people are a network of drive train organs under a framework of bone, wrapped in muscle, covered with skin, all of which surrounds an open ended shit factory.

    Here’s the thing, shit does not start out as a foul smelling, sticky mass of bacteria laced goo. Shit begins its existence as food. That mouthwatering rib eye steak you’re about to dig into is destined to turn to shit before you are done with it. The same goes for any and all of you favorite foods.

     There’s an important lesson here. Whenever people are involved, good things turn to shit. Socialists believe their united-think, everything for free utopia is the greatest thing since sliced bread. But remember, people turn sliced bread into shit every single day. In all fairness, no political system is immune. However with socialism, no one is responsible for shit. Shit happens, but socialists have no motivation to do anything about cleaning it up.

     American socialists think they have a solution. They want open borders so immigrants can do shit jobs for shitty wages while the socialists guard them from capitalist bull shit. This arrangement, they say, will ensure free shit for everyone. Everyone that is, except straight, white males who we all know are responsible for all the shit in the world.

     The path to hell is said to be paved with good intentions. Hell was created when angels who lived the socialist dream got the notion that God was trying to put some shit over on them. The formed a resistance movement and rebelled against that shit. But, God don’t take no shit. He kicked the resistance out and consigned them to hell and that’s no shit.

Wednesday, August 29, 2018

Chatter # 195 Join the Celebration.




   ‬I drove by a church sign this evening that declared,‭ “‬We Celebrate Diversity.‭” ‬The sign had a definite impact on me.‭ ‬Although,‭ ‬I seriously doubt it was what the person who posted those words intended.‭ ‬I found the words profoundly disappointing and left me wondering just what they were celebrating.
‭     ‬In my Christian experience,‭ ‬Christians only celebrate Jesus,‭ ‬the One who not only said He was the only way to God,‭ ‬but that He,‭ ‬Himself,‭ ‬was God.‭ ‬There is no diversity in God.‭ ‬There is only the self-existent,‭ ‬omnipotent,‭ ‬omnipresent,‭ ‬omniscient,‭ ‬thou shalt have no other gods before me,‭ ‬I AM.
‭     ‬I suppose it pains some people to admit that Christianity is exclusive.‭ ‬Muslims,‭ ‬Buddhists,‭ ‬Hindus,‭ ‬Taoists,‭ ‬Wiccans, and heathen can come to Christ,‭ ‬but they cannot bring their religion with them.‭ ‬There is no escaping the call of God to come out from among them‭ (‬the world at large‭) ‬and be separate.
‭     ‬It is worth noting that St.‭ ‬Paul often likens the Christian church to a human body.‭ ‬A human body requires many systems and parts to function and to have quality of life.‭ ‬Diversity,‭ ‬right‭? ‬Without a properly functioning immune system this diverse matrix breaks down and the quality of life erodes until life ends.‭
     There are two ways in which the immune system can malfunction.‭ ‬One way for the system to break down is to identify everything entering‭ (‬and within‭) ‬the body as‭ “‬us.‭” ‬Everybody’s welcome to do their thing in here.‭ ‬That includes cancer,‭ ‬toxins,‭ ‬bacteria,‭ ‬and viruses.‭ ‬Ever hear of Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome‭? ‬That is one result of an indiscriminate immune system.‭
     The other breakdown is for the immune system to decide nothing is‭ “‬us.‭” ‬The immune system begins to attack the body it is supposed to protect.‭ ‬Enter conditions like lupus,‭ ‬rheumatoid arthritis,‭ ‬hemolytic anemia,‭ ‬and Type‭ ‬1‭ ‬diabetes to name a few.
‭     ‬Christianity is about Christ,‭ ‬not as a great teacher,‭ ‬but as God and due exclusive worship.‭ ‬This works only in a narrow environment.‭ ‬You may have heard the way is strait and narrow.‭ ‬Christ was serious about that.‭ ‬There is no restriction on who may come,‭ ‬but only those joined to the body by the Holy Spirit are Christians.‭ 
     I hope what this sign meant to convey is that everyone is welcome to come and hear the message of Christ.‭ ‬If that is the case diversity will flow naturally from the Spirit.‭ ‬The working parts of the church cannot be restricted to a mirror of the population as our universities and businesses try to do.‭ ‬Diversity in the church cannot be forced by human constructs,‭ ‬interventions or affirmative action.‭ 
 “…the Spirit and the bride say,‭ ‬Come.‭ ‬And let him that heareth say,‭ ‬Come.‭ ‬And let him that is athirst come.‭ ‬And whosoever will,‭ ‬let him take the water of life freely.‭”
     There’s only one fountain,‭ ‬but everyone can drink.
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Tuesday, August 28, 2018

Chatter 194 Bring Back Dad.




   ‬The only thing toxic about masculinity is the lack thereof.‭ ‬Gender benders and Double X’s have foisted on the modern male psyche the myth that fathers instructing sons in the art of manhood is somehow obscene.‭ ‬It is their contention that the male version of masculinity is an instrument of oppression in the mythical war on women.‭ ‬Masculine instruction in fatherhood,‭ ‬according to feminist thinking,‭ ‬is a tool for perpetuating female slavery and indoctrinating children in toxic behavior.‭
     There is no war on women.‭ ‬War requires at least two combatants and men,‭ ‬in general,‭ ‬refuse to engage in actual war-like behavior toward women.‭ ‬An actual war between the sexes would be violent for that is how men do battle.‭ ‬If one is to fight a man,‭ ‬one must be prepared to fight like a man.‭ ‬Women are just not prepared to do that.‭ ‬In fact,‭ ‬they take refuge in toxic masculinity to avoid real war.‭ ‬The notion that men don’t hit women is the message of fathers and their toxic masculinity‭; ‬not feminism,‭ ‬or progressivism.‭ ‬No self-respecting feminist,‭ ‬who is the equal of any man would entertain such a hypocritical notion unless they had their pink hat on and were marching.
‭     ‬Men are coached by fathers to provide and protect as a function of emotional intimacy and as an expression of love.‭ ‬Modern feminism rejects both ideas as toxic choosing believe instead that women are capable of filling the fatherhood role as well as men.‭ ‬Here are a few statistics on how that’s working out:‭

63%‭ ‬of all youth suicides,‭
‬70%‭ ‬of all teen pregnancies,‭
‬71%‭ ‬of all adolescent chemical/substance abusers,‭
‬80%‭ ‬of all prison inmates,‭ ‬and‭
‬90%‭ ‬of all homeless and runaway children,‭ ‬came from single mother homes.‭

Children brought up in single mother homes are:‭
‬5‭ ‬times more likely to commit suicide,‭
‬9‭ ‬times more likely to drop out of high school,‭
‬10‭ ‬times more likely to abuse chemical substances,‭
‬14‭ ‬times more likely to commit rape,‭
‬20‭ ‬times more likely to end up in prison,‭
‬32‭ ‬times more likely to run away from home.‭
‬Chuck Eddy,‭ “‬The Daddy Shady Show‭”‬,‭ ‬Village Voice,‭ ‬Dec.‭ ‬31,‭ ‬2002


‭     ‬The solution to society’s ills is not detoxifying dad,‭ ‬but getting him back in the home.‭

Chatter‭ ‬#193‭ ‬The Heart of Man


‭     “‬People,‭ ‬the narrative goes,‭ ‬are not to be trusted.‭ ‬People are bad.‭ ‬People are evil.‭ ‬People are axe murderers and monsters and worse.‭ ‬I don’t buy it.‭ ‬Evil is a make-believe concept we’ve invented‭…”


     These words are from the blog of Jay Austin.‭ ‬Jay was an educated man with degrees from the University of Delaware and Georgetown University.‭ ‬When Obama was President,‭ ‬he worked for HUD.‭ ‬Last year he and his girlfriend went on a biking trip around the world to prove,‭ “‬there’s magic out there,‭ ‬in this big beautiful world.‭” ‬Not long after writing the above blog entry,‭ ‬Jay and his girlfriend were dead.‭ ‬They were killed by ISIS soldiers on a back road in Tajikistan.‭


     Their death was not make-believe‭; ‬there was no magic in it.‭ ‬It was a real world experience‭; ‬as real as the narrative of human history.‭ ‬A willingness to look at the world as it is instead of through ego-driven,‭ ‬modern liberalism may have saved Jay’s life.‭


     American liberals can gather in sound studios and sing‭ “‬We are the World,‭” ‬but they are neither the world nor the righteous,‭ ‬world-altering souls they imagine themselves to be.‭ ‬To a huge portion of the world,‭ ‬liberals and their socially constructed realities are a laughingstock‭; ‬fodder for the evil that has existed since Cain rose up and killed Abel.


‭     ‬Technologies change lifestyles,‭ ‬elections change nations,‭ ‬revolutions change societies,‭ ‬but man does not change.‭ ‬Perhaps,‭ ‬man’s unchanging nature is a gift‭ (‬or a curse‭) ‬imparted by the immutable God as part of His likeness and image.‭


     The Son of God,‭ ‬sent into the world to save man,‭ ‬knew mankind’s penchant for evil.‭ ‬The difference is that Christ came intending to die at the hand of the men He wished to save.‭ ‬I feel sure such was not Mr.‭ ‬Austin’s intention.‭ ‬Those who would change the world do well to heed John’s testimony.‭       


         “Now when he‭ (‬Jesus‭) ‬was in Jerusalem at the Passover,‭ ‬in the feast day,‭ ‬many believed in his name,‭ ‬when they saw the miracles which he did.‭ ‬But Jesus did not commit himself unto them,‭ ‬because he knew all men,‭ ‬and needed not that any should testify of man:‭ ‬for he knew what was in man.‭”

Sunday, August 19, 2018

Chatter #192 Author, Author!

     Christianity is not a set of moral and ethical teachings which a church outlines and sets down for believer’s to follow. Christianity is not following the Ten Commandments. Christianity is not believing in God. Neither is Christianity trying to emulate Christ. By now you’re probably ready to say, “Then, what the hell is it?”

     Christianity is an experience. This experience begins with death and ends in life. You may be familiar with the words of Jesus that many are called, but few are chosen. That is exactly how this experience comes about. God, through every imaginable means, has broadcast an invitation to, “Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” The weight Jesus is speaking about is the burden of man’s sin. The labor is man’s struggle to be free of sin.

    Some refuse the message because they are sure there is no God. Some disregard the message because they feel quite capable of living well enough on their own. Some refuse out of resentment, assuming they alone sit on the judgment seat of their existence. Some hear but are afraid to respond openly thinking the can construct spiritual well being without the trappings of Christianity and missing Christ in the bargain. A relative few hear the message; are convinced of their sinful nature and obey.

    These come to Christ and unmoved by public opinion, parental advice, and society’s warnings, confess to God their utter helplessness to overcome sin. In a process that involves repentance, faith, and hope, they exchange their sinful life for Christ’s sinless life. The results may be dramatic or subtle to the independent observer. However, the experience does not require outside confirmation; not at this point or at any point along the believer’s mortal lifespan.

     The only judge of the experience is God. That’s right, even the believer’s opinion is irrelevant. The reason for this is that God works the entire process out over an eternity. My “un-Christian” like behavior or feelings are every moment subject to chastisement and correction by the Holy Spirit in Christ’s rewriting of our life.

     If you have ever tried to write a novel, you know the writing process begins in a fervor of activity and excitement. Everything is awesome and new. There is also a joyous and satisfying feeling that goes with typing “The End.” In between these points are heartbreak, laughter, disappointment, avoidance, procrastination, laziness, loss and revival of interest, and spurts of brilliance. The difference between wannabe’s and novelists is their life in the middle.

     I’ve heard it said between the prayer and the answer, God makes saints. Christians live between the prayer (for salvation) and the answer (well done) ---God is writing the story of our life between these two covers. As scripture says, He is both author and finisher of our faith. What God starts, He finishes.

     “Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.”

Chatter #192 Vive La Difference



‭     ‬The cry for diversity issued from the media,‭ ‬our educational system,‭ ‬and modern liberals is a tool employed by these groups to grind away the edges and angles that make people different in order to produce a homogenized,‭ ‬tasteless,‭ ‬and obedient humanity.‭ ‬We are being prodded daily to deny gender‭; ‬devalue our history,‭ ‬and redistribute the nation's wealth.‭ ‬To what end is all this if not to make us all think-alike,‭ ‬behave-alike,‭ ‬automatons‭?

     It turns out race really is unimportant.‭ ‬As long as a person parrots the lines they are fed and drinks the Kool-Aid,‭ ‬why,‭ ‬you can even be white.‭ ‬In fact,‭ ‬it is the liberal whites,‭ ‬feigning shame,‭ ‬that people like Hillary believe everyone is destined to serve.

‭     ‬Socialists speak of‭ “‬Leveling the playing field.‭” ‬This is simply a euphemism for tearing society down to the lowest common denominator---the welfare recipient.‭ ‬It never means to raise the lowly out of dependence.‭ ‬Independent individualism is the bane of socialists because it breeds thinking and doing for oneself.‭

     Political correctness is a demand to speak and think like me or suffer the consequences of being different.‭ ‬We all know to be different means being less,‭ ‬being inferior and worthless deplorables.‭ ‬We learned that lesson in the public schools long before we ever learned to put two and two together.‭ ‬There is a certain comfort in conformity,‭ ‬but there is no freedom.

‭     ‬Let us have diversity,‭ ‬but a diversity of thought,‭ ‬speech, and values.‭ ‬Let us have a diversity of opinion without animosity‭; ‬diversity of politics without hatred‭; ‬and diversity of belief without devaluation of worth.‭ ‬And if it's not too much to ask,‭ ‬let us rejoice in the difference between the sexes.

‭    “ ‬And be not conformed to this world:‭ ‬but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind,‭ ‬that ye may prove what is‭ ‬that good,‭ ‬and acceptable,‭ ‬and perfect,‭ ‬will of God.‭ ‬For I say,‭ ‬through the grace given unto me,‭ ‬to every man that is among you,‭ ‬not to think‭ ‬of himself‭ ‬more highly than he ought to think‭; ‬but to think soberly,‭ ‬according as God hath dealt to every man the measure of faith.‭”

Thursday, August 16, 2018

Chatter #190


     According to David Brooks, a columnist for, you guessed it, The New York Times, President Trump is “constantly whipping up that sense of white identity.” If that’s true, and one can never be sure with the Times, but if it is true—no wonder my admiration for the man continues to grow.

     White folks need a renewed sense of racial identity. Growing up, I never really thought about being white. Like a roll of Lifesavers, people came in different flavors. I happened to be the pineapple white one. Race seemed without significance. That was the way of things in my neighborhood. Now, again, according to Brooks, 55% of whites believe being white is a strong part of our identity. Yeah, I’m there in that number.

     The odd part of all this is that neither President Trump nor Russian collusion had anything to do with my resurgence of white pride. Fact check my earlier posts I was big for Dr. Ben Carson in 2016. I didn’t support Trump even after the Republican convention, except in the sense that I was rabid “Never Hillary.” I was driven to renewed white pride by the racially divisive hate spewed by groups like BLM, Antifa, college students, the pink hat wearers and the main stream media.

     President Trump does not whip up white identity on purpose the way Obama whipped up racial divides. However, since his election, President Trump has championed ideas white guys like me support. Things like tax cuts, secure borders, intense nationalism and strict Constitutionalists on the Supreme Court appeal to us good ol’ boys.

      I’m proud to be whitey. If that bothers anyone, too damn bad. The special thing about being white is that I can be proud of who I am without looking disparagingly at people of other colors. There are too many others who are unable or unwilling to do the same and until that changes, call me racist, call me a toxic male, call me the old white establishment, but most of all call me proud to be all of that.   

Sunday, August 12, 2018

Chatter # 190





 
    According to David Brooks, a columnist for, you guessed it, The New York Times, President Trump is “constantly whipping up that sense of white identity.” If that’s true, one can never be sure with the Times, but if it is true—no wonder my admiration for the man continues to grow.


     White folks need a renewed sense of racial identity. Growing up, I never really thought about being white. Like a roll of Lifesavers, people came in different flavors. I happened to be the pineapple white one. Race seemed without significance. That was the way of things in my neighborhood. Now, again, according to Brooks, 55% of whites believe being white is a strong part of our identity. Yeah, I’m there in that number. White Male an unashamed.


     The odd part of all this is that I don’t think either President Trump or Russian collusion had anything to do with the resurgence of white pride. Fact check my earlier posts I was big for Dr. Ben Carson in 2016. I didn’t support Trump even after the Republican convention, except in the sense that I was a rabid Never Hillary believer. I can only speak for myself; I was driven across the racial divide by hate speech pointed my way.


     I won’t say the President whips up white identity on purpose the way Obama whipped up racial divide. However, since his election, President Trump has championed ideas white guys like me support. I have trouble calling that a real whipping up of identity when I see so many snowflakes melting.


      I’m proud to be whitey. The special thing about being white is that I can do that without looking disparagingly at people of all the other colors who are proud to be whatever color they might be. And that, is something of which to be proud.

Saturday, August 11, 2018

Chatter # 189


 
    “There is a limit to the legitimate interference of collective opinion with individual independence: and to find that limit, and maintain it against encroachment, is as indispensable to a good condition of human affairs, as protection against political despotism.” 

     The idea that government derives its power from the consent of the governed is by no means a new idea. However, it is my opinion that despite a horrendous failure in 1861, it has never been practiced with greater success than in the United States.  

     Liberals, socialists, black masked hoodlums, and pink hat harpies are attempting with “we-shall-overcome” marches and righteous indignation over words and perceived offenses to govern by collective opinion. Say an unapproved word and you may be denied employment, property rights, and entry into the diverse social fabric of the country.

     Denied at the polls these groups have resorted to propaganda, shaming, and accusation. Their deplorable, racist, and sexist foes are subhuman, unworthy of a place in determining the direction of government or a seat at the debate. Rule by superior opinion is the norm in education, entertainment, and all forms of media.

    These enemies of Constitutional government are outraged by the idea of government by the people. They wish for a government imposed on the people by their betters. That concept has already been tried in the United States. Through time, travail and blood shed it was overthrown by our political and legal system. The screeching left is just too blind to see.  

Thursday, August 2, 2018

Chatter # 188


     Now no chastening for the present seemeth to be joyous, but grievous: nevertheless afterward it yieldeth the peaceable fruit of righteousness…”

     The writer of the biblical book of Hebrews was no stranger to rejection and bad reviews. He was wise enough to know that while these are not the most pleasant responses to writing, there is in them a profit to be turned. A negative response to something I have written will without fail cause me to go back and reexamine my work. The opposing view may be without literary merit, but is a goad to improving the next piece I write.

      When someone says to me, “I read your book. I didn’t like it.” My first response, whether stated aloud or not is, “You read my book?” P.T. Barnum once said, “There is no such thing as bad publicity.” I think he had something there. I confess, I’ve been known to write things intending to stir negative emotions. Indifference, not a negative, emotional response is the bugaboo of the writer. I’ll take, “What’s that ass#%$e written now” over, “Eh, who cares” anytime.

     The one thing I very seldom do in the face of a negative reaction to my work is apologize for it. A recent tongue-in-cheek piece I wrote didn’t go over so well with friends. I went back and looked it over. I obviously missed at humor with someone. I could see how the piece might have offended, but what in today’s world doesn’t offend some one. I still find the piece funny. I still find the Three Stooges funny even though most people I know don’t. It’s not a matter of right and wrong; chauvinist or feminist; conservative or liberal---it’s a matter of taste. Mine runs to the strange and twisted where a pie in the face or falling on your face is funny.

    Rejection, in the publishing world, is a matter of taste. A piece might be a literary gem, but if a particular editor doesn’t like the style or tone, it isn’t getting published.

     You may not be a writer, but there is a life message here. Do your thing. Do it the best you can. When someone doesn’t like it review your motivation, intent and repercussions. Then, do your revised thing.

Sunday, July 29, 2018

Chatter #187


     People ask me if I’ve always written stories. My standard answer is that I’ve always been a liar. So, well, yeah, in a way, I’ve ways told stories. I didn’t start writing them down with the intent of getting someone to publish them until about fifteen years ago. I’m still waiting for that magic moment to happen.

     That isn’t exactly true. I have had two runner-up entries in writing contests. I had another story publish in an online Ezine. It a nice feeling seeing your name on a published piece, but I have to admit, money is nicer. I have two books that I published on my own. The first one probably broke even. The second one (which is better), not so much. The hardest thing about writing is waiting for that breakthrough moment while knowing it rarely ever happens.

     I have two short stories submitted right now. A little thing called, Hartford House is trying to get into a haunted house anthology at Flame Tree while Life Lessons is auditioning with Crimson Street for a place in their magazine. The reading time for most of editors is 2-3 months.

     So, you submit your writing and wait for a couple months to find out you’ve be rejected---again. While you’re waiting you’re writing your next rejection. That’s how this game is played. You keep doing it because you know no matter how many rejection letters you get (if you’re lucky enough to get a letter), some day, somewhere, some editor is going to actually like something you wrote. Hope springs eternal.

     Fame is fickle. Rejection is a writer’s constant companion. You learn to live with it or quit writing. The upside is that this is an excellent preparation for life. Once you’ve been rejected by professionals, being rejected by amateurs is kid stuff. You keep on writing; you keep on living; you move on until eventually, you find your voice. You know, that voice inside you that invites the world to pound sand.

     In a couple of months, I’ll let you know how the stories fare.

Wednesday, July 25, 2018

Chatter #186



 
   I would like to blame my inflexible concept of law on my advanced age. I would like to, but I can’t. Since Hector was a pup I have believed that rules/laws are inviolate. Not that one can’t break the law, but that one can’t break the law without resultant consequences. Furthermore, the law is the law is the law. It cannot be the law one minute or in one circumstance and not the law in another. “Thou shalt not steal” makes theft wrong in every instance.

     I infuriate people by reminding them that they are not acting in accord with their stated beliefs or the rules they insisted on laying down. I’d apologize for doing this except I get so much pleasure from the practice.

     I do not buy into the popular euphemism that separates people on abortion into “Pro-life” and “Pro-choice.” It’s pro-abortion or anti-abortion. Having a life to live and the freedom to makes choices are things everyone should support. Now, you’re probably thinking this is where I go into a lecture on abortion and the evils thereof---wrong.

     For one thing, I am a social liberal. I support people making up their own minds and being free to live according to the dictates of their heart with minimal interference. If you want to have an abortion—have one, hell, have two if that’s your thing.

     I am also a fiscal conservative. Translated that means I will not oppose your decision to have an abortion if that is your choice, but I refuse to pay for it in any way shape or form. It is as a fiscal conservative/social liberal that I don’t believe we carry the supposed “pro-choice” rule of our society far enough.

      “My body, my choice.” Come on you’ve heard women say it. The truth is no one, not even the speaker, really believes that bovine excrement. It is proven to me nearly every single day. Any Emergency Room nurse will confirm what I’m telling you.

     The local ambulance pulls up with a twenty-something young woman in the back or a distraught parent/boyfriend/husband drags the aforementioned damsel into the ER. She has attempted to commit suicide (or threatened to do so). Resuscitation/treatment begins without question or hesitation.

     Where did her choice go? What happened to “my body, my choice?” It has gone conveniently out the window. Medical professionals are required by society (the same society that granted “choice”) to use their super powers to deny this woman her “choice.” Once revived, she is sent from the ER to a locked psychiatric ward to dissuade her from this choice.

     Am I the only one who sees the inconsistency in all of this? To say nothing of the wasted tax dollars spent in interfering with this woman’s choice. I call it diddling with Darwin, but what do I know?

     Why is it okay to kill the living being within, and not okay for the same person to kill the entire body? I’m sorry if you don’t think the being within is alive, but I just did CPR on a 27-week old neonate. It was more dead than alive when we started, but it was alive and still is.

     In just one more bit of irony, suppose that before delivering the baby, the mother was murdered. Does anyone doubt the perpetrator would be tried for a double homicide?

     For me, the consistency of moral application is essential. If “my body, my choice” is to be the rule, then make it the rule; not in some cases but in all cases. If we are to allow abortion, we should stop rescuing suicides. Let freedom ring---let your freak flag fly---but for God’s sake live your choices without whimpering.


     Consistency matters when it comes to mental hygiene. “A double minded man (or woman) is unstable in all his ways.”  

Wednesday, July 11, 2018

Dog Blog #9

     In my last dog blog, I introduced our new foster, Kandi. She is a golden colored doodle recently seized from a hoarder. She was skinny, scared and pregnant. She’s been eating well. She’s had a bath and looking better. However, as expected, she is still terrified. We are continuing to work with her, trying to coax her from her self-imposed exile in a corner of the kennel. I don’t know how she behaved prior to coming to live with us. My prayer is that she was able to be more of a dog than we have seen.
     Dogs should run and play; chase their tails; bay at the moon, and jump up on their humans. Kandi is too frightened, too lacking in socialization to do any of this. But, that’s only so far. We will see her breakthrough and join the pack.
     That brings me to the real subject for this post---the Pack. Kandi did not come to Journey Home Rescue ( the organization we foster for) alone. She is only one of thirteen who appears to share her fear. These young dogs were used as breeding machines. From their current state, it seems as though they were treated with all the love and compassion that one would give an unfeeling machine. These are living creatures and in the life they have yet to live, they need to be treated as such.

This is Doddle Do.     

















This little fellow is Emma.



And this is Logan.

     These are a few of the dogs that shared Kandi’s life. They need homes. They need love and people who care to help them finally have a dog’s life. Please step up. If you can’t adopt, perhaps you can foster or know someone who can. Journey Home Rescue needs your help. But, more importantly, these dogs need your help.
     Few people know, “No good deed goes unpunished” like I do. Write it down, doing good will cost you. Cost is not the question. The real question is cost-effectiveness. 
     To date, fostering has cost me lose two pairs of shoes, a cell phone, my glasses, battery chargers, and sundry extension cards. Without doubt or hesitation, it is more than worth it.