My Backyard Summit

I was sitting on the back porch the other evening. It was a typical beginning of autumn here in wild and wonderful. Cool, pleasant and quiet. The only thing breaking the evening’s silence was crickets. Those crickets reminded me of the majority of Americans. They were making a lot of noise, but it was lost in the background because no one was really paying them any attention. Sitting there enjoying my cricket chirping induced peace, my head started filling up with disconnected thoughts.

Paris was busted for cocaine – again. Paris was kicked out of Japan. Lindsey was busted –again. Lindsey bailed herself out of jail. I stroked my whiskers and wondered why in the name of sanity thoughts about the antics of these self-absorbed practitioners of slutology would find their way into my quiet time. It must be satanic. They remind me of the fireflies that I watch darting through the twilight. They would go completely unnoticed if they did not flash their tails once in awhile for everyone to see.

There is a buck deer that has staked out my yard. I catch him strutting through some evenings and spook him just enough to watch him leap the split rail and run off up the hill. When I do not manage to intercept him, he will eat the plants and leave his signature. He reminds me of a Washington politician. He struts in like he is important and expecting applause, takes what he had no hand in producing, and gives me a pile of crap in return.

President Ahmanutjob was allowed into our country again. He made another inane speech at the United Nations wherein he accused the United States of orchestrating the attack on itself on September 11, 2001. The majority of the members of the General Assembly remained seated to share in his psychosis. Now the 9/11 truthers have a new ally to go along with their White House link, communist Van Jones. While here, he also met with Louis Farrakhan and the New Black Panthers. I wonder if Eric Holder had his eye on that one. Reckon Louis took Mahmood up for a tour of the mother ship. He spurned Hillary and the President – again. Thinking on it though, maybe it was Ambassador Farrakhan with whom he met.

I have a raccoon that has taken up residence beneath my tool shed. I am afraid it is a female, hopefully not rabid, and come spring there will be a whole brood of freeloaders in there for me to clear out. Guess I better keep a close eye that the Democrats do not give them amnesty and register them to vote.

The President is traveling about and holding media events dubbed backyard summits where he gets hard hitting and surely not canned questions about his Christianity among other things. If you have to keep proclaiming that you are a Christian maybe you have self doubts. Much of the nation has doubts. He proclaimed that he is a Christian by choice. Everyone who is a Christian is so by choice. That is a very important step. Being a Christian is not about proclaiming it at every opportunity. Being a Christian is about living it so that when people observe you they are left with no doubts.

“So I came to my Christian faith later in life, and it was because the precepts of Jesus Christ spoke to me in terms of the kind of life that I would want to lead – being my brothers’ and sisters’ keeper, treating others as they would treat me.”

I read the Bible often, practically daily. I may be mistaken and one of you Biblical scholars can correct me if I am. But I believe that the only reference in the Bible to one being his brother’s keeper was when Cain who just killed his brother Abel was answering to God.

Now Cain said to his brother Abel, “Let’s go out to the field.” And while they were in the field, Cain attacked his brother Abel and killed him. Then the LORD said to Cain, “Where is your brother Abel?” “I don’t know,” he replied. “Am I my brother’s keeper?” The LORD said, “What have you done? Listen! Your brother’s blood cries out to me from the ground. – Genesis 4: 8-10 (NIV)

There is an expression that says sometimes it is better to remain silent than to speak up and remove all doubt. Maybe one might choose to spend more time in the Word and less time making up the words.

The President again appeared on the cover of The Rolling Stone. Inside he proclaimed that Fox News was destructive to the nation. It reminded me of the old hippie Marxists and Communists who now hold the title of Presidential advisors, and Dr. Hook and the Medicine Show.

(Hey Ray, hey sugar, tell them who we are)

Well, we’re big rock singers, we got golden fingers and we’re loved everywhere we go (That sounds like us)
We sing about beauty and we sing about truth at ten thousand dollars a show (Right)
We take all kinds of pills, that give us all kind of thrills but the thrill we’ve never known
Is the thrill that’ll get you when you get your picture on the cover of The Rolling Stone

Rolling Stone, wanna see my picture on the cover
Wanna buy five copies for my mother (Yeah!)
Wanna see my smilin’ face, on the cover of The Rolling Stone
(That’s a very very good idea)

Maybe it is better for my mental state to withstand the roar of the crowd than it is to quietly sit. Think I will go work on the bunker.

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