You can’t fix yesterday

Dear President-Elect Trump:

In a few days, you will become the most powerful human on the planet, the President of the United States of America, the Commander in Chief of our Armed Forces and the uncontested leader of the free world.  Whether I like it or not, just as your predecessor was, you will be my President.  I do not believe I have to remind you of the world chaos resulting from the recent years’ lack of American leadership.  That may sound biased coming from the mouth of an American, but facts speak for themselves.  You are charged with the safety of Americans – all of us even the stupid ones – not only at home, but around the world.  There is an old military adage that says an army of sheep led by a lion is better than an army of lions led by a sheep.  Be the lion you promised to be.

You were bold and bombastic in your challenge to the status quo or rather quid pro quo that exists between America’s corporate world and Washington’s political establishment.  I admit my concerns as through your life you have been quite the successful player in that world.  The real world exists outside that bubble.  The real world elected you.  Your challenges to the media are certainly long past due, but kicked dogs do bark the loudest and some bite but, do not let lies or fake news as they call it now go unchallenged.

You, “the” deal maker, have promised us big league or is it bigly?  Not sure if anyone has figured that out yet.  You promised to make us great again.  We are already great but sorely lacking America centered leadership.  That is why ideology prevalent in our own land including inside our Whitehouse believe we need to be taken down a peg or two – that we need, on a world scale, to level the socialist playing field.  It is an expression used ad nauseum during the past decade.  We do not need to level a doggoned thing. You cannot build prosperity by bringing everyone down.  Instead, we need to pull everyone up.  Everyone is potential winner waiting for arrival of good leadership.  General George Patton correctly assessed “Americans love a winner and will not tolerate a loser.  Americans play to win all the time. … The very thought of losing is hateful to Americans.”  No one remembers who lost the Super Bowl.  So do not worry Mr. President.  If you deliver as promised, Americans will never tire of winning and our friends around the world will never tire of it either.

You put terrorism, defense, immigration and border security, trade, medical care, education, the courts, energy, tax reform, jobs and economy onto your plate along with some things I probably failed to mention.  Most assuredly all of that is broken, but that is a big plate brother.  A promise to make America great again by fixing those issues is what got you elected.  Those are your deliverables, your personal contract with Americans.  You have to deliver big or bigly or big league.  Just remember what General Patton said, Americans will not tolerate a loser.  Ask the Democrats.

You are unquestionably a successful man albeit one who badly needs a haircut.  I am sure you faced great challenges before, but in none of them were you solely responsible for the safety and security of a nation.  On January 20, 2017 when you walk into the Oval Office as “the man”, I am certain the enormity of that will hit you like a ton of steel. I am also quite sure that you do not need any business or leadership tips from me, but that never stopped me before.

You can’t fix something that happened hundreds of years ago, a few years ago, or even a few days ago.  What happened is written into the books.  You cannot plead ignorance of it or pretend it did not happen, but you cannot fix it.  You can’t fix yesterday any more than you can predict tomorrow or ten minutes from now for that matter.  Do not refight yesterday’s battles.  That is where some would like to keep you focused.  They are losers and hope to make you one also.  So leave them behind and do not spend valuable time focused on the past.  Focus on getting it right today and going forward every day.  Or in language you may prefer.  Win.  Start fresh.  Aim to win every day.  Do that and America wins every day and just maybe we will get to see again what winning and greatness look like.

Now listen, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we will go to this or that city, spend a year there, carry on business and make money.”  Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.  – James 4:13-14

Mr. President, you are but a mist.  Do not dawdle.

© 2017 J. D. Pendry

I will bless those who bless you

Views concerning Israel and Jews vary from person to person, culture to culture, country to country and most certainly religion to religion.  My view is the Biblical one.  If it ever comes down to choosing, it will be my choice to stand with Israel and defend along with Jews and Christians, our kindred faiths and shared holy land.  This is a centuries old battle driven by forces and a level of pure hatred men cannot begin to comprehend.  It is a war, as foretold in scripture, where the world stands aligned against Israel and now most interestingly displayed for us at the United Nations.  In the Bible, there is no mention of a United States of America.  There exists no accepted Biblical interpretation that I know of that identifies an entity recognized as the USA.  Biblically the USA does not exist.  Is it remarkable then that in the United Nations vote condemning Israel that the United States of America was silent – non-existent?  If you are Christian, you are Biblically bound to Israel.  Ultimately it is the people, not countries or tyrants, who will ultimately choose where to make their stand.

The Lord had said to Abram, “Go from your country, your people and your father’s household to the land I will show you.

 “I will make you into a great nation,
and I will bless you;
I will make your name great,
and you will be a blessing.
I will bless those who bless you,
and whoever curses you I will curse;
and all peoples on earth
will be blessed through you.”  Genesis 12:1-3

In my life, never have I seen a man who has laid bare his soul like Barack Obama.  He has peeled back all layers of the facade fully exposing the true man inside.  He began his flirtation with gullible Americans by declaring there is only one America, “a red, white and blue” America.  Then he proceeded to divide our country so much one would have to search the pre-civil war era to find anything comparable.  He declared his “Christian” faith countless times only later to mock scripture.  Since there has been no election on the horizon, he has not even tried to fake it.  Only God knows a person’s heart for certain, but actions are the language that usually defines what is in a man’s heart.  He also, up until after his re-election, declared his support for Israel.  However, his actions never supported that declaration either.  I do not believe he sets much store in God’s covenant with Abraham.  Someday he will have to answer up.  In his actions, he has been no more faithful to Christians than he has to the Jews.  For him, that leaves but few “faith” options.

It was a cowardly act waiting until the final days of a failed presidency to turn his back on Israel.  When your foreign policy sets the Middle East ablaze and increases the breadth and width of Islamic terrorism, what else is left except to set them all against Israel and ultimately the USA? It is disdain magnified by an administration filled by members of the Muslim Brotherhood, bringing willy nilly Middle East “refugees” into the country, and opening our borders to all comers.  This president will certainly have a legacy as will both of his Secretaries of State, one a power and money hungry hustler the other a life-long demonstrated anti-American who has now solidified his anti Israel world view by declaring in his speech, “Israel can either be Jewish or democratic, it cannot be both.”  I do believe Israel is a democracy not a theocracy

Years will pass undoing the damage done by this president and his minions to our country, the entirety of the Middle East and much of the world.  As a nation we are weaker than anytime I can recall – in my lifetime.  That makes it our most vulnerable and dangerous time.  We better be on the side of God.

© 2016 J. D. Pendry

Did the Abrahamic covenant end Obama’s legacy?

Merry Christmas

In the sixth month of Elizabeth’s pregnancy, God sent the angel Gabriel to Nazareth, a town in Galilee, to a virgin pledged to be married to a man named Joseph, a descendant of David. The virgin’s name was Mary. The angel went to her and said, “Greetings, you who are highly favored! The Lord is with you.”

Mary was greatly troubled at his words and wondered what kind of greeting this might be. But the angel said to her, “Do not be afraid, Mary; you have found favor with God. You will conceive and give birth to a son, and you are to call him Jesus. He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High. The Lord God will give him the throne of his father David, 3and he will reign over Jacob’s descendants forever; his kingdom will never end.”

“How will this be,” Mary asked the angel, “since I am a virgin?”

The angel answered, “The Holy Spirit will come on you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you. So the holy one to be born will be called the Son of God. Even Elizabeth your relative is going to have a child in her old age, and she who was said to be unable to conceive is in her sixth month. For no word from God will ever fail.”

“I am the Lord’s servant,” Mary answered. “May your word to me be fulfilled.” Then the angel left her. – Luke 1:26-38 …

In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world. (This was the first census that took place while Quirinius was governor of Syria.) And everyone went to their own town to register.

So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them.

And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.”

Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying,

“Glory to God in the highest heaven,
and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.”

When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, “Let’s go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.”

So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told.

On the eighth day, when it was time to circumcise the child, he was named Jesus, the name the angel had given him before he was conceived. – Luke 2:1-21

Resolutions

It is not yet Christmas and here I am thinking of New Year’s resolutions.  The subject was not on my mind until I saw MTV’s New Year’s resolutions for white men.  To quote Dave Barry, “I swear, I ain’t making this up.”  Go check it for yourself.

When you choose one group or another as the reason for your perceived failures without so much as a peek into the mirror might it be that those reasons reside within.  Is it not within the realm of possibility that our failures are a product of our works?  History shows for any society to lay their problems on the doorstep of a particular group of people is a precariously tread path.

“To find the cause of our ills in something outside ourselves, something specific that can be spotted and eliminated, is a diagnosis that cannot fail to appeal.  To say that the cause of our troubles is not in us but in the Jews, and pass immediately to the extermination of the Jews, is a prescription likely to find wide acceptance.”  – Eric Hoffer, The Passionate State of Mind 

I do not imagine that an attempt at exterminating white men would be very successful, but if you listen to some of these rabid haters it is clear that if some thought they had the power they would certainly give it a try.  Christians are another story.  It seems we offend a lot of people these days also.  For many years, there has been a concerted effort to strike us and what we believe from the American psyche and to the extent that business owners are sued and fined because they do not support homosexual marriage.  Exterminating Christians?  It is already being allowed across the Middle East and North Africa.  Here?  If we are the perceived root of problems?

I have spent a lot of time trying to figure out how we turned into such a whiny, self-absorbed society.  A real wuss society.  I believe we have turned many of our children into neurotic messes.  I read the news and look at the cover of a National Geographic magazine picturing a 9 year-old transgender.  I am at a loss as to how that happens.  Most certainly the child was coached up by a parent.  We turn out masses of partially educated “college” graduates who are convinced that the world’s problems rest on the shoulders of white men.  Did they arrive at their institution of higher education with this preconceived notion?  Or, was it pumped into their partially filled brains at one of our universities few of which require any study of Western Civilization?  Students arrive at these institutions largely illiterate of US history and civics and leave there not much better off.  They are offended by everything, they need safe spaces, free speech zones and when the reality that much of America does not think as they do hits them they require crying rooms and counseling.  Men who want to be men cannot.  Masculinity is frowned upon.  Women who want to be women cannot.  Feminism outweighs femininity.  Anyone who endorses the natural order things is scorned as a bigot – an ist or a phobic.

How about we arrive at some American resolutions?  Let us be a country once again.  A people united with a commonality, an allegiance to the ideals that made us great in the first place.  Not divided groups vying for superiority.  And make no mistake that is where we stand.  That is where we allowed career politicians and activists to bring us.  Right on the brink of self-destruction.  Right to the point where some half-educated, half raised, brainwashed, participation trophy recipients feel the need to come up with resolutions for my life.  Go to hell.  Geeze, does that make me an angry white man?

Take a look in your mirror.  A long hard look.  Physician, heal yourself! – From Luke 4:23

© 2016 J. D. Pendry

It’s Christmas time

The Cubs won the World Series, Army beat Navy, and some semblance of sanity may be creeping into Washington.  Altogether it was a decent second half for 2016.  My morale is high and I aim to keep it that way.  It does not matter to me what holiday if any you celebrate or what deity if any you worship. None of it offends me unless your idea of celebrating includes preventing anyone else from celebrating.  So have yourself a grand old time.  My main concern is that the Russians may have hacked Santa’s naughty and nice list and Wikileaked it leaving lump of coal recipients across the land demanding investigations and flailing for excuses.

In our tiny house on the hill last year, we had 2 Granddaughters, a Son and Daughter-in-law, a Sister-in-law, a Niece, and Grand Niece and Grand Nephew.  Pendry manor was bursting at the seams with happy noise coming from all directions.  We filled practically an entire pew for the candlelight service.  And Santa visited the kids, young and old, right after.  My Granddaughters were hoping for a white Christmas, unfortunately the temperatures were around 70.  Still, it was a special Christmas, the best in many years.  The day after Christmas we took everyone to Washington DC touring .  On December 27th, the temperature there was 76.  There were more people at the Smithsonian and on the Mall than you would encounter there on a summer day.

I remember Christmas from my youth.  My brother Jerry, may he rest in peace, and I would trudge further up the hill from our house and roam through the woods until we found a decent looking tree to take down with a crosscut saw.  He generally did the work and carried the heavy end of the tree back to the house.  He did not need me to tag along and slow him down, but I am sure Mom convinced him that he did and I am grateful for the memory.  Not long after he was in the Army and ultimately off to Vietnam.  Not so long ago, he stood final muster.  Merry Christmas brother.

I also remember my Mother’s molasses stack cake with applesauce between the thin layers.  Does anyone make those anymore?  Then there was the first thing I always looked for beneath the tree on Christmas morning, a bag of hard candy with my name on it.  Our Christmas tree always sported candy canes that disappeared a few each day as they did when our Son was home and growing up.   It was something revisited when our Granddaughters were here.  Although these well mannered young ladies were hesitant to take one from the tree, Grandpa talked them into it.  Unfortunately they did not share my childlike passion for peppermint candy canes, but they humored me.

I was the Lone Ranger, Red Rider and Zorro.  I took my six-shooters, sword and mask to school.  No one called the swat team.  Had they, practically every boy at Wyoming grade school would have been carted off to the pokey for toy guns and pocket knives.  Along with the other half dozen boys who got the same thing bought from the same coal company store, I thought I looked rather snazzy in my Zorro hat and cape.    If we were not having cap buster gunfights or playing mumbley peg we were playing tackle with a new football someone got for Christmas.  Those were different times – grand but very different.

Train tracks primarily used by coal trains formed a border between our school and the rest of the neighborhood.  It was from those very tracks that my little league baseball coach announced to our principle and the rest of us down on the outdoor basketball court that President Kennedy had been shot.  One day a train was stopped on the tracks.  During school recess, Sammy, Bucky and me crawled between and under the stopped coal cars and went to the coal company’s store to look at the toys.  The result was one of my frequent visits with Mr. Stoneman’s board of education.  Not sure if it was the thrill of climbing through or under the rail cars or the following whoopin that helps the memory remain clear.  Certainly it is a Christmas memory worth keeping.  May you recall your good times.

From Suzie-Q and me and our family to you and yours, have a very Merry Christmas and a blessed New Year.

© 2016

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