Up out of the Bunker Archives. In 2003 I was quite certain Moore was a big fat stupid idiot. He did not grow out of it.
Present Day – “Historians in the near future (because that may be the only future we have) will mark today, March 28, 2017, as the day the extinction of human life on earth began,” … This is a defining moment in the history of mankind. By signing these executive orders today, Trump is declaring an act of war on the planet and its inhabitants. The one silver lining here is that Trump can’t kill the planet; the planet wants to live and has a long history of wiping out any real or perceived threats.” – Michael BFSI Moore
2003 – “They are possibly the dumbest people on the planet. …We Americans suffer from an enforced ignorance. We don’t know about anything that’s happening outside our country. Our stupidity is embarrassing.” – Michael Moore in the London Mirror
It’s my general rule to not attack individuals for exercising their first amendment right to free expression. Instead, I prefer to attack their ideas and offer an opinion of my own. I realize that the title of this article appears to go against that general rule so allow me to explain it for you. Big describes one who is large or great in dimension or bulk. Moore is. Fat describes one notable for having an unusual amount of fat. Moore does. Stupid describes one that is slow of mind, given to unintelligent decisions or acts, acting in an unintelligent or careless manner and lacking intelligence or reason. This is Mr. Moore’s description of “We Americans”…, showing “Our stupidity.” We and our, are inclusive Michael. An idiot is a foolish or stupid person. Again, this is Mr. Moore’s self-descriptive term. So, as you can see, I am not mindlessly lashing out at Mr. Moore but, giving you an accurate physical description of him and analyzing his statement for ease of understanding. Moore can’t decide from one sentence to the next if he is one of us or not. He begins with “They are” then transitions to “we” and “our.” Gee Mikie, you’d think that one who makes his living communicating could do better. Stupidity is embarrassing at times, isn’t it? Mr. Moore made another intelligent statement quoted in the London Mirror. This one was about our President. “I really do believe Bush is dumber than s@?*. Very good Mikie, really shows us how intelligent you are. Welcome to the stupid Americans club.
It’s unfortunate, but Mr. Moore has a slough of celebrity buds expressing the same things about Americans in general and our President in particular. What’s odd is that most of them choose to do it while in other countries. Johnny Dep likens America to a dumb puppy. Mr. Dep lives in France. Hanoi Jane told some Canadians that we are ignorant of history and reality here in America. Jane, we know history well. Would you like us to remind you of your role in the Vietnam War? I have an idea Jane, why don’t you go hang out with Binnie Laden and boys like you did with the communists in Vietnam. And, don’t forget to wear your Burkha and show them your Barbarella movie, that’ll really please them. Her hubby Ted says that we have some of the dumbest people in the world here in the USA. You’re likely right Ted. If we were smarter, you wouldn’t be rich. Martin Sheen, while in Canada, referred to America as the land of lunatics. He also told the BBC that our President is a moron. Of course, Martin’s never been a president, but he knows about them because he has played one on TV. If you look around the papers and the Internet, you can find all sorts of flattering comments about America coming from so-called American celebrities. These folks are ruining entertainment for me. There are movies I can’t watch anymore and music I can’t listen to because the performer’s political commentary pops into my mind thus spoiling the entertainment value. As Johnny said, I’m a dumb puppy. Whack me on the nose enough times and I’ll eventually stop – watching your movies and listening to your music that is. That’s my freedom of expression.
This group will argue with you about their patriotism, and I’m not ready to call them traitors, but I will call their intellect and exercise of responsibility into question and I’m just a dumb ol’ country boy from West Virginia. A favorite expression among this group of scholars is “selected not elected” when talking of President Bush. Obviously, our intellectual celebrity patriots lack basic knowledge of the constitution – beyond the first amendment that is. Otherwise, they’d understand the Electoral College and how it’s used to elect our presidents. You can find out about it by reading Article II of the Constitution guys. Read up on it and get back to me.
There’s another real support America guy out there. It’s little Timmy Robbins. Mr. Robbins, a rabid anti-President Bush, anti-war person has written and directed a play. Using his first amendment right of free expression he gives us his version of what’s happened in Iraq.
Robbins portrays journalists as Pentagon puppets, U.S. soldiers as thieves and killers of innocent women and children, and the Bush cabinet as war mongers willing to start a war to escape the negative publicity of the Enron scandal. – William LaJeunesse, FOX News
It’s a great country, which allows people to make up the truth as they see it and present it to the public. There’s something unfortunate here, however. That is that there are people naïve enough to believe it – including most of the brilliant celebrities I’ve already mentioned. I was listening to a radio program the other day. The host has what he calls “Man in the street” interviews. This particular day, he interviewed several professed college students. None of them could name the Vice President or Secretary of State, however they all knew about Kobe. Maybe Mikie is right. Maybe we are mostly stupid. Unfortunately, this group will watch and believe Mr. Robbins’ spin on Iraq.
I’ll finish my rant with a couple of thoughts for my celebrity friends. Middle Eastern, Islamic fanatical terrorists attacked our country. Fortunately, for us, our leader decided that we should respond with more than a cruise missile strike on an aspirin factory in Sudan. We chose instead to go to Afghanistan, then to Iraq. Note that I told you that these are Middle Eastern terrorists. If you’ll reflect on your tremendous knowledge of history H. Jane, then you be able to see why it’s preferable to fight wars in the enemy’s cities and not ours. I suggest you look for additional information on this topic under World War I, World War II, Germany and Japan. Iraq is the bridgehead in the war against terror just as Normandy was the beginning of the end for Nazi Germany. I’m sure that with your great knowledge H. Jane you were able to put that together without my help. When Iraq is stable, and it will be, the most potent weapon in our inventory will be let loose on the Middle East. That’s democracy in case you’re wondering Mikie. Then the average Middle Easterner may be able to tell his countrymen and president how stupid he believes they are and not fear a beheading after saying it.
I support the right to freely express thoughts and opinions. It’s one of the most cherished rights we have. I served many years under oath to defend that right. With the exercise of rights in our great democracy also comes responsibility. Timmy, it’s just a matter of time before your play is quoted repeatedly on Al-Jazerra TV and printed in the Arab press as representing American public opinion. What a coup that is for you, huh? Tonight when you relax in your comfortable home with a glass of wine while listening to your favorite Streisand and Dixie Chicks music I want you to think of something. I want you to think about American Soldiers. I want you to see their faces. I want you to see their families. I want you to know that they’re where they are for you. I want you to understand that with the responsible help that you’re providing, along with the other intellectual giants of your ilk, that they’ll likely be there in danger much longer. Will you think about that Timmy?
According to the Open Secrets website, Blue Cross/Blue Shield, insures over 80 million Americans and has a Federal Government contract to review and process Medicare claims. During the 2016 election cycle, they made $6,346,640 in campaign contributions and spent $25,006,109 on lobbying efforts.
The top organization recipient was the Cleveland 2016 Host Committee (Republican Convention) receiving $1,000,000. They were followed by the National Republican Congressional Committee at $187,800, the Democratic Senatorial Campaign Committee at $121,830, the Democratic Congressional Campaign Committee at $119,431, the National Republican Senatorial Committee at $111,000, and the DNC Services Corp (a Political Action Committee (PAC) extension of the Democrat National Committee) at $102,845.
This is redefining spreading the wealth around.
The top political candidates receiving Blue Cross/Blue Shield money were Presidential candidate Hillary Clinton at $256,101 (they thought she’d win too) followed second by House of Representatives candidate and Speaker of the House Paul Ryan at $60,850. Way down the list, but there just the same, is Presidential candidate Donald Trump at $12,235. The list of House Republican candidates receiving Blue Cross/Blue Shield money either through PACs or from individuals is long. Actually longer than the Democrat list and certainly, in my view, long enough to make suspect any potential Republican crafted health care legislation or vote. You will also find “Republican Freedom Caucus” names on the list including past Chairman Jim Jordan (OH) and new Chairman Mark Meadows (NC), my very own Congressman Alex Mooney (WV) among others: Mick Mulvaney (SC), Ron Desantis (FL), Jim Birdenstine (OK), Trent Franks (AZ), Dave Brat (VA), Keith Rothfus (PA), Gary Palmer (AL), Jeff Duncan (SC), and probably some I missed, and the topper former Representative and now Health and Human Services Secretary, Tom Price. Perceptions are hell, but it appears to me that insurance cash runs deep in Washington even through the “Freedom Caucus.” Freedom from what? In the words of that great philosopher Kris Kristofferson:
Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose,
And nothin’ ain’t worth nothin’ but it’s free,
Oh, the tangled web we weave.
I certainly do not have a problem with legal campaign contributions, but I get concerned when an insurance carrier as large a Blue Cross/Blue Shield spreads around this much cash and even more concerned when this many politicians elected and sworn to fix our looming health care disaster are recipients of it. When that happens, what real chance does average Middle Class America have at getting legislation that favors them?
Well Mr. Trump, you were going to repeal and replace Obamacare. That is one big reason why you were elected and why you have a Republican House and Republican Senate. It appears however, that before you can do any of that, you need to drain the swamp. And another great philosopher once told me:
When you are up to your ass in alligators, it is hard to remember that the mission was to drain the swamp.
Mr. President, you were elected because Americans have tired of Washington as usual. The Washington establishment is largely bought and paid for by corporate donors (Paul Ryan Major Donors 2016) (Mitch McConnell Major Donors). The two men most needed to accomplish your promised bold agenda are beholden to health insurance companies, investment companies, big banks, and Koch industries.
As your Rolling Stones campaign music says:
“you can’t always get what you want, but if you try sometimes you can get what you need.”
You are going to have to beat off a heck of a lot of alligators before you can pull the plug that drains that swamp. To get “what you need” is going to require a coalition of decent men and women regardless of political persuasion willing to solve problems and serve the people before they serve their donors or their rigid ideology. Only you can put out the call for these people to come forward and serve America. That is why we elected you. And to paraphrase the words of another Stones hit, time ain’t on your side brother.
I love spring except for when it arrives in February just before winter arrives in March just before spring comes back again only to welcome winter again. I am blaming all this on Al Gore. Our weather is more schizophrenic than the Republican Congress.
Looking around the landscape, I have a flowering cherry tree that started then froze, several rose bushes the same. The forsythia, always first to bloom opened up one day and was frozen the next. The persimmon has little protuberances poking out from the branches that would have become fruit, but now they are little brown twigs with a little round brown ball at the end. And so it goes around the yard. The dogwood might be ok, since the buds have not yet popped. The azaleas look fair, except the antlered rodents ate every early leaf and bud from the side facing the yard. Does anyone know a good deer repellant that does not include buckshot? They frown on gunfire inside town limits. If we manage a few flowers, they’ll all be up against the house. Buds on the lilac were partly opened for the freeze too. The lilies were up about an inch and they didn’t make it either. But don’t get me wrong, I still love spring.
This week, I spent several days doing all of the spring things around the house. Thankfully, Household 6 volunteered to sweep from the garage the remnants of winter. “Because it’ll be winter again before you ever get to it.” I love it when a plan comes together.
Either the mulch bags are getting smaller or I am using too much. If you are wondering, they are definitely getting heavier. After buying the same amount as always, I came up a few bags short. But, after pushing the wheel barrel around the yard and up and down the hill – up when full down when empty – I think I can get those last few bags spread some other time.
I had to haul out the lawn mower a week or two earlier than usual. The grass has been growing in spurts during the warm spots along with the early weeds. There was a problem though. I have a new fangled all wheel drive lawn mowing machine. It works just great for my hillside, except if I give it too much juice I have to start jogging. I find it is also a good idea to let up when going downhill. As I was pushing her outside, well I ain’t sure it’s a female but since it’s mine and has no brain of her own I get to pick the gender. Anyway, her front wheels were locked which is not good thing. Since she refused to roll, I drug her back into the garage by her limbs and threatened her with a hammer. Being female, that had no effect. I think she stuck her tongue out at me.
So, I rummaged around the work bench until I found the right sized nut driver. Straightening out the work bench and putting the pile of tools where they belong is another task awaiting. Reckon I can con HH6 into doing that too? “If you had put them away when you used them blah, blah, blah.” I know, I know but I can usually find what I need in a reasonable amount of time. Usually.
Anyway, to figure out why the wheels locked, I had to remove the front drive cover, but to do that you must first remove the front baffle beneath and bolted to the drive cover. All was well, until I couldn’t remove the last bolt as my nut driver jammed against the wheel. I hear you, go get a little wrench. Nope, channel locks and if that doesn’t work it’s back to the hammer. With everything disconnected, I was looking for the best way to pop the drive cover, when I recalled Murphy’s rule. If it doesn’t work force it and if it breaks you needed a new one anyway. Instead I decided to first pull the front baffle open. I found it full of petrified grass clippings and what may have once been a squirrel. Or at least it was his nuts. You know how squirrels are they’ll put those things anywhere. I spent some time trying to figure out how this baffle supposedly closed, manage to get filled with yard debris and squirrel parts. Ivy League trained engineer? I cleaned all of that out. Yes I did, right in the middle of the garage floor that HH6 worked so hard to clean. Don’t tell her please. I reassembled and rolled her outside. Then I swept the floor. I’m not suicidal.
I did everything one is supposed to do before putting a lawn mower up for the winter. So she should have started right up after a couple of tugs on the starter handle. Well, my right shoulder feels partially dislocated today. I threatened her. “How would like me to take you to that strange looking lawn mower mechanic down the hill by the pawn shop. The one with three teeth and an ear ring in his nose. Or would that be a nose ring. And, the full length replica of Ms. July tattooed on his forearm? It’s none of your business how I knew it was Ms. July.” She started right up and purred like a kitty never missing a beat while I mowed my piece of almost heaven. In honor of Chuck Berry, we were motivating over the hill. I think I’ll name her Maybelline.
The heaving lifting for the spring yard work is over, now it will be a long slog of chemical warfare with weeds and moles and being outsmarted by deer.
It was warm and sunny this morning, nice enough to have coffee on the patio. It’s peaceful on the patio with steaming coffee and the morning songbird symphony. But. That pleasant thought was ruined about the time I opened the patio door. We have planters out by the door. Apparently, the squirrel that left his nuts in my lawn mower went searching for them in the planters – all the way to the bottom of each as far as I could tell. By the time that was cleaned up, my coffee was cold. Did I ever tell you how much I love squirrels? And spring?
My elementary education began in 1958 in a wood framed single story schoolhouse holding grades 1 through 6. I recall my first day. There is not much else readily available in my memory of that time, but I remember that as clearly as I remember the day President Kennedy was assassinated which also happened while attending the same school.
There was no kindergarten. I was enrolled into the first grade just shy of my 6th birthday. I had never been on a playground with swing sets, teeter-totters, and sliding boards. To me, the sliding board looked very high. At the first opportunity, I darted up the ladder for a slide. It was thrilling as I recall and to the displeasure of my Mom, left the seat of my new school britches dirty and rust stained – another emotionally significant event.
Soon after the sliding board adventure, a loud bell rang. The teachers herded us together at the school’s entrance. As with other first graders, except for maybe a couple of repeaters, I did not know what was happening. Gathered up into the correct gaggle by our teacher Mrs. Davis, we were shown to put our right hand over our hearts and look toward the flag. It was the first time I ever heard the pledge of allegiance to the flag. At least it is the first time I remember. After that, we heard the older students sing the first verse of America. “My country tis of the, sweet land of liberty.” Over the next few weeks, Mrs. Davis would teach us the pledge and the song. In our classroom, it was how we began every morning followed by Mrs. Davis leading us in the Lord’s Prayer. The only other thing that comes to mind from that time was learning letters, numbers and reading.
Sometime beyond the first grade, we started learning about American history and government. Early, we learned the stark and frightening contrasts between American individual liberty Exceptionalism and dictators and Communism. We learned the evils of communism and they were imprinted on our young minds as something we should fear.
In my youth, I was as liberal minded as any other kid. Even with that, I never learned or experienced anything that would cause me to embrace communism. Hippies carrying and wearing communist flags, including the North Vietnamese flag during their anti-war protests only firmed my beliefs about communism. Our Soldiers were fighting, my brother included, and dying and these vermin marched under the flag of our communist enemy. One of the self-appointed leaders of their movement, Hanoi Jane Fonda, declared in 1970 to some University of Michigan students:
“If you understood what Communism was, you would hope, you would pray on your knees that one day we would become Communist.”
At other times, she also declared:
“I, a Socialist, think we should strive toward a Socialist society, all the way to Communism.”
The truth is if today’s undereducated and over indoctrinated American youth fully understood Communism, it would have no chance in America. Communism is the Godless antithesis of American Exceptionalism wherein freedom, what little of it there is, is parceled out by the government. It is an ideology with no qualms about mercilessly and abruptly ending your right to breath.
It struck me then and remained with me. In America, this desire for Socialism and Communism is preached by the wealthy and privileged and directed toward ignorant followers. This includes the poorly educated wealthy and politicians who wholly believe the government should supplant God and the individual. Followers of this idealism, excluding power wielding politicians, are willfully ignorant of the devastating effect Socialism and Communism have wherever practiced. Either that or they simply do not care. Anyone who could accept that Jane Fonda, or anyone like her, would forego wealth and redistribute it among the like-minded shows the level of their ignorance and dangerous naiveté. In Hollywood, Communism is not new and walks hand in hand with the dominant Hollywood political ideologies of progressivism and liberalism. Ronald Reagan battled it as a member and President of the Screen Actors guild. Ronald Reagan on Communism in Hollywood. This video about the beginnings of Communism in Russia, The Truth About Communism Narrated by Ronald Reagan, is also worth a listen.
As you peruse the list, take a minute to consider known examples – past and present – of these goals being met. Everything from removing prayer from schools, to promoting homosexuality and pornography, to fomenting riots and protests…. Examples supporting the goals are endless and it is plain to see that many if not most have been achieved – even evidenced in current events. The bought and paid for protestors we watch come straight from the Communist tool kit. This places freedom precariously clinging to the very edge of the Communist abyss. Communist tendencies and thought are prevalent in American politics making one seriously consider the goal to:
“Capture one or both of the political parties in the United States.”
And the goal to:
”Get control of the schools. Use them as transmission belts for socialism and current Communist propaganda. (emphasis mine) Soften the curriculum. Get control of teachers’ associations. Put the partly line in textbooks.”
1. U.S Acceptance of coexistence as the only alternative to atomic war.
2. U. S. willingness to capitulate in preference to engaging in atomic war.
3. Develop the illusion that total disarmament by the United States would be a demonstration of moral strength,
4. Permit free trade between all nations regardless of Communist affiliation and regardless of whether or not items could be used for war.
5. Extension of long-term loans to Russia and Soviet Satellites.
6. Provide American aid to all nations regardless of Communist domination.
7. Grant recognition to Red China. Admission of Red China to the U.N.
8. Set up East and West Germany as separate states in spite of Khrushchev’s promise in 1955 to settle the German question by free elections under supervision of the U. N.
9. Prolong the conferences to ban atomic tests because the U.S. has agreed to suspend tests as long as negotiations are in progress.
10. Allow all Soviet satellites individual representation in the U.N.
11. Promote the U.N. as the only hope for mankind. If its charter is rewritten, demand it be set up as one-world government with its own independent armed forces.
12. Resist any attempt to outlaw the Communist Party.
13. Do away with all loyalty oaths.
14. Continue giving Russia access to the U.S. Patent Office.
15. Capture one or both of the political parties in the United States.
16. Use technical decision of the courts to weaken basic American institutions by claiming their activities violate civil rights.
17. Get control of the schools. Use them as transmission belts for socialism and current Communist propaganda. Soften the curriculum. Get control of teachers’ associations. Put the partly line in textbooks.
18. Gain control of all student newspapers.
19. Use student riots to foment public protests against programs or organizations which are under Communist attack.
20. Infiltrate the press. Get control of book-review assignments, editorial writing, and policy-making positions.
21. Gain control of key positions in radio, TV and pictures.
22. Continue discrediting American culture by degrading all forms of artistic expression. An American Communist cell was told to “eliminate good sculpture from parks and buildings, substitute shapeless, awkward and meaningless forms.”
23. Control art critics and directors of art museums. “Our plan is to promote ugliness, repulsive meaningless art.”
24. Eliminate all laws governing obscenity by calling them “Censorship” and violation of free speck and free press.
25. Break down cultural standards of morality by promoting pornography and obscenity in books, magazines, motion pictures, radio and TV.
26. Present homosexuality, degeneracy and promiscuity as “normal, natural, and healthy.”
27. Infiltrate the churches and replace revealed religion with “social” religion. Discredit the Bible and emphasize the need for intellectual maturity which does not need a “religious crutch.”
28. Eliminate prayer or any phase of religious expression in the schools on the grounds that it violates the principle of “separation of church and state.”
29. Discredit the American Constitution by calling it inadequate, old-fashioned, out of step with modern needs, a hindrance to cooperation between nations on a world-wide basis.
30. Discredit the American founding fathers. Present them as selfish aristocrats who had no concern for the “common man.”
31. Belittle all forms of American culture and discourage the teaching of American history on the ground that it was only a minor part of “the big picture.” Give more emphasis to Russian history since the Communists took over.
32. Support any socials movement to give centralized control over any part of the culture – education, social agencies, welfare programs, mental health clinics, etc.
33. Eliminate all laws or procedures which interfere with the operation of the Communist apparatus.
34. Eliminate the House Committee on Un-American Activities (HUAC).
35. Discredit and eventually dismantle the FBI.
36. Infiltrate and gain control of more unions.
37. Infiltrate and gain control of big business.
38. Transfer some of the powers of arrest from the police to social agencies. Treat all behavioral problems as psychiatric disorders which no one but psychiatrists can understand or treat.
39. Dominate the psychiatric profession and use mental health laws as a means of gaining coercive control over those who oppose Communist goals.
40. Discredit the family and an institution. Encourage promiscuity and easy divorce.
41. Emphasize the need to raise children away from negative influence of parents. Attribute prejudices, mental blocks and retarding of children to suppressive influence of parents.
42. Create the impression that violence and insurrection are legitimate aspects of the American tradition; that students and special-interest groups should rise up and use “united force” to solve economic, political or social problems.
43. Overthrow all colonial governments before native populations are ready for self-government.
44. Internationalize the Panama Canal.
45. Repeal the Connally Reservation so the U.S. cannot prevent the World Court for seizing jurisdiction over domestic problems. Give the World Court jurisdiction over nations and individuals alike.
In M. Stanton Evers book, Blacklisted by History: The Untold Story of Senator Joe McCarthy and His Fight Against America’s Enemies, you can quickly learn that, proven by Russian KBG documents, Senator Joe McCarthy was right and that Communist agents infiltrated the highest levels of our government. Do not make the mistake of believing there are none left. These days they call themselves Progressives. What is just as striking is the level at which the Muslim Brotherhood has been able to accomplish much the same. While the Washington establishment, fearful of being labeled racists or Islamaphobes have done little to stop it. Screaming racism, bigotry, and Islmaphobia is no different from the squeals of McCarthyism still bantered about by today’s media and progressives who were yesterday’s liberals who were yesterday’s communists. They have the same affect of shutting down debate and sending scared to death Washington politicians toward the hills and away from serious national security issues.
“During the Cold War, more people in the Soviet bloc worked for the disinformation machinery than for the Soviet army and defense industry put together. The bloc’s intelligence community alone had well over one million officers and several million informants around the world.”
Simplistically and in a nutshell, according to the General, dezinformatsiya built a false history (a past) then leaked information to spur the media into a feeding frenzy in order characterize a perception of the target. Boy, does that not seem too familiar? Then just at the appropriate time the “real” bombshell proof finally emerges verifying what most people have been conditioned to believe. It is more complex than that involving many real players and dupes, but that is the general picture. We are seeing something very similar every day, from our media, “Intelligence Sources”, and politicians.
“Specifically, the idea is to fabricate a new past for enemy targets in order to change how the world perceives them.”
“The truth is, The Western media are quite easily manipulated, for they often craft their stories from press releases and tend, on the whole, to be indiscriminate about the nature and reliability of their sources.”
One example of a Soviet/Communist disinformation operation almost everyone can recall is the black church fire hoax.
“The National Council of Churches (NCC) and the Center for Democratic Renewal (CDR), two secretly Marxist organizations headquartered in the United States, held a joint press conference to announce a “huge increase” in the number of arson cases against black churches in the United States.”
President Clinton recounted his own:
“vivid and painful memories of black churches being burned in my own state when I was a child.”
Afterwards two hundred federal agents were assigned to investigate black church fires.
“… accounts of arson against black churches snowballed, with more than twenty-two hundred articles appearing in the press to condemn what the CDR called “a well-organized white-supremacist movement.”
“Then the bubble burst. It was eventually established by a private group, the National Fire Protection Association, that in recent years there had been far fewer church fires than usual, and law enforcement officials in the South could not confirm any as having been racially motivated. No church burning had occurred in Arkansas during Clinton’s childhood, in spite of his “vivid and painful” memories, and the NCC was accused of fabricating “a great church-fire hoax.”
In a disinformation campaign, it does not matter that the information is false, it only needs a “kernel of truth” to proliferate. Besides by the time it is discovered that it is a hoax the political damage is already done. I do not recollect our media rushing to correct the record.
Well, it took some time to get here from there. Without putting on a tinfoil conspiracy hat, here are some things that bother me. Communism and the Russian way did not end with the fall of the Berlin Wall. I do not accept the premise put forth by the United States media and suspect and politicized “Intelligence Sources” that Putin – always a KGB man – preferred to have Trump as President. Why would he want to spoil a relationship with the person responsible for giving him 20 percent of our uranium? A person who has practically proven she could be bought? Or a relationship with a Democratic administration who told him not to worry we can be more flexible after the election? Why would Putin want an American President determined to rebuild the US military with full knowledge of the Democrat failures in that area? None of it adds up to me. Not one bit of it.
No one has provided evidence of collusion between Trump and the Russians and our outgoing politicized Intel bosses were the first to declare it. The media however, and politicians and the FBI are keeping the story alive bit by bit building that perception and spreading it across our country and worldwide. They breathlessly wait for that bombshell piece of evidence that seals the deal. Although they have yet to find it, the FBI must have an inkling it is forthcoming. What could cause them to believe such a thing?
There is little doubt that the Russians meddle in our affairs. That is what they do. We also meddle in theirs. But, from my country boy perspective if the Russians are colluding, it is not with the Trump Administration. They are playing as they have always played. Build the history, leak some information, spread the perception, lead investigators to proof….
I believe we are in a more precarious situation than most realize.
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.The Declaration of Independence
Have you ever thought yourself awake? Su and I attend Prayer Meetings on Wednesday nights if I’m not working late. Following our time of prayer, the Pastor leads a Bible study. We discussed John 3 this week. The discussion centered on the “born again” part of the scripture. Born again is a term derisively used to describe Christians, by those who fear or do not understand the religion. The rebirth, which Jesus describes to Nicodemus in this passage, is spiritual not physical. I hope that you comprehend the meaning of a spiritual rebirth. I’ll leave deeper thoughts of it to your own meditations and get on with what woke me during the night.
I read every night. I read scripture to calm the end of my days and after contemplating it, I select a book from the stack I keep by the bed. Last night, I read some passages from Reagan, In His Own Hand: The Writings of Ronald Reagan that Reveal His Revolutionary Vision for America (Biography), which is a collection of writings from President Ronald Reagan, written as the title implies, in his own hand. I recommend it. It gives you great insight into a man who changed the world in his time. The subject of our Bible lesson and the quoted excerpt from President Reagan’s writings were colliding in my mind when I awoke at 1:30 AM. My mind wrestled with both until it jolted me awake with a question. What represents the spirit of our country? Is it the principle of virtue, defined as conforming to a standard of what is right or of particular moral excellence, which President Reagan describes? If it is, can we define that virtue with the words that begin The Declaration of Independence? The thought that woke me is that our country’s virtue is to uphold the words in the bold declaration that began our trek toward being the world’s freest nation. Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness is our spirit – our vital principle, which gives life to our democracy and guides us in our relations with other nations.
Are we at the point of rebirth of our nation’s spirit? If we are, then conversely are we at the point of the death of it? Contemplating that is what kept me awake until the 5 AM news on the radio alarm reminded me that it was time to get up. Examine our history and you’ll see that the pursuit of that virtue – our nation’s spirit – has freed millions of oppressed humans on this earth. It confronted and destroyed the evil of the Nazis and turned back the Imperial Japanese forces. It ejected Red Chinese and North Korean communists from South Korea. The American Spirit, alive and well, made the world better giving millions their unalienable rights to Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. It was President Reagan’s understanding of the spirit of our nation that brought down the Soviet Union, ended the cold war and gave those cherished and unalienable rights to millions more. Where are we now? How did we get there?
In the unforgiving jungles of Vietnam, young Americans filled with American Spirit went off to offer Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness to those who sought it. Bumbling politicians hampered their spirit, but being soldiers, they endured the politics of war because the objective to bring the spirit to those seeking it did not change. As vital principles do, it never changes. Tragically, the spirit was stolen from them. Deserters, draft dodgers and a collection of celebrities and politicians robbed an entire generation of young Americans and our nation of its spirit. Having fought and died to free a people searching for Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness, they came home to disdain not victory parades. Jane and John stole their spirit.
President Jimmy Carter ground their spirit like a cigarette butt beneath a shoe on a dirty sidewalk by granting amnesty to deserters and choosing inaction and appeasement as the method to deal with Iranian Islamic terrorists. President Reagan brought back our American Spirit. He described us as the City on the Hill – one that stands as a beacon of hope for the un-free world. His unwavering drive to fulfill our virtue represented the rebirth of our national spirit and destruction of the “Evil Empire” opposing our free exercise of it. Those who stole our spirit during Vietnam called this bright light in our nation’s history a dark period and consistently opposed the exercise of our virtue.
American Spirit led the world to eject the Army of a ruthless dictator from Kuwait. Those who stole our spirit during Vietnam and opposed President Reagan’s exercise of it in the confrontation with the Soviet Union also opposed that fundamental fulfillment of our nation’s virtue. The American spirit leads. It does not fall into lockstep with international groupthink. It does not appease. It does not negotiate with evil. It does not view evil as an acceptable nuisance.
We entered a period when the people’s house did not stand as an example of American Spirit. Because it’s integrity and morality were so often in question, we lost focus of our most vital principle. We lost site of our spirit and an ominous threat to Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness grew stronger and more dangerous because of it. Fortunately, America rejected the lack of integrity and morality in the people’s house. Integrity and the American Spirit returned to lead our nation. Unfortunately, the period of lost focus culminated in a murderous attack on our country. Exercising our American Spirit, we again confronted the evil. Millions, of oppressed people, now openly seek Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.
Confronting evil in our time and perpetuating the American spirit is our national destiny. The only route to a peaceful world is to spread across it Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. Soon, we must all choose. We can choose the continuing rebirth of our American Spirit or we can hand it back to those who stole it from us before. Now is the time to look in the mirror of self and of nation. Do you see a reflection of our virtue – the unending drive for Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness for all people? Alternatively, do you see a reflection that steals our spirit?
This we must ask ourselves. We must also look other Americans in the eye and ask them. When we elect a leader of the free world on November 2, 2004, we send a message to the world that will reverberate for decades. The American Spirit lives. The American Spirit is dead. For the sake of the world, choose wisely.
My concept of the world comes from the intimately small parcel of it I have seen and experienced coupled with social influences encountered at the most impressionable age. It was the age at which my brain was programmed to encounter the world outside my bubble quiet often resulting in a grand detonation of the comfortable, safe place I and others carved out for me. Here in the land of the free, the culturally enlightened and selectively ignorant we do not even know one another. Worse yet, we have given up trying.
I believe that forces mortal men and women cannot begin to comprehend battle for our souls. I also know that because I express that belief some will label me as a weak minded nitwit who believes in myths and fairy tales of supernatural beings warring for souls. On the other hand, I cannot fathom that our world just happened. That something came from nothing. I have faith in what I believe. I believe I am in this world, but not of this world. My beliefs do not make me any more special than anyone. They are just my beliefs. I endorse the golden rule – “Love your neighbor as yourself.” That does not mean that I must accept what my neighbor believes or what my neighbor does only that within the law he is free believe and do as he chooses. It only means that I wish the same good life for my neighbor as I wish for myself. I entered this world with nothing and will leave it the same way. I am just passing through here, barely a blink in the breadth of human history.
E Pluribus Unum. In our country, hailed as the place where many views, cultures, religions, colors and creeds can come together and form one exceptional nation of free people we are failing. It is something each of us need ponder because our failure to come together as the one exceptional place – the only one – on this great ball hurling through space we will experience the loss of the place offering the last great hope for humankind. We have already partitioned ourselves into regions, rigid thought and thought blindly beholden to groupthink.
Why is it we cannot come together and live up to our national motto? Out of many, one. There are a myriad of reasons, but the most obvious is right before us. Some who read this will not attempt to understand how I believe or the principles that guide my life or even care for that matter. Instead, they will choose to denigrate me for my beliefs and most of them will never know me as a man. They have been programmed to believe a certain way and simply cannot accept that anyone should view the world differently. More disheartening than that are people who profess to share my beliefs and react the same way toward others. How can the great many become the great one if instead of attempting civil discussion we set out to denigrate, silence and destroy anyone who does not believe as we do?
At our institutions of higher learning we see people rioting to shut down a speaker who refuses to sing to their choir – anyone who dares offer a different view. How can one consider himself learned if he is unable to use the gift of reason or critical thought to even consider a different view? Every day in our government, we witness people trying to destroy one another, stifle ideas, crush political opponents and it is all because of their childish driven need for it to be their way or no way.
I know. That is how the world and democracy works. Right? No. That is how it fails.
It was around 2100. That’s 9:00 O’clock PM if you’re not accustomed to the 24-hour clock. Household Six and I were cruising Southbound on Interstate 77 nearing the Virginia, North Carolina border on a grandbaby-spoiling mission. Stars filled the sky and traffic was light. I was admiring the view when a bright blue-white streak of light and sparks exploded across the sky. It’s been a while since I’ve seen a shooting star and this one appeared to streak right through the dream catcher hanging from the rear view mirror. An amazing site only visible for a fraction of a second. For all I know it was burning space junk, but it had the power to transport me to a different time.
It was a time before the Internet, cable television, satellite television and radio, cell phones and all the other gadgets of our time. It was the time of one snowy black and white television channel, two on a good day, AM radio and telephone party lines. People still wrote letters in long hand, put them in the mailbox, raised the red flag and waited for the mailman to come up the dusty road in his blue Postal Service station wagon to pick them up – hoping he’d also have something to drop off. Maybe the latest Sears and Roebuck wish book where I spent much time admiring Daisy BB guns.
In the Southern West Virginia hills, the air and night sky are clear. Go to a hilltop on a night that’s not cloudy and you can count the shooting stars. Growing up in the hollers (hollows for the not indoctrinated) and hills, I remember night skies blanketed with millions of stars, nowadays obscured from view to most by bright city lights and air pollution.
On a summer night, we’d take our assorted hound dogs to a favorite hilltop, build a fire to break the night chill and turn the dogs loose. We’d stretch out on a good spot near the fire, rest our heads on a log or something else and look at the star filled sky. Listening to the dogs chase critters through the woods and up trees, somebody would say, “That’s old Blue, can you hear him?” Someone else would say, and “Yea, listen to Shortie, he’s a leadin’ the pack.” Then we’d bury potatoes in the fire’s hot coals to bake. While the potatoes baked, we listened to the dogs, the crackling fire, and crickets and counted the shooting stars. Poor kid fireworks, provided on the grandest scale with baying hound dogs as background music.
We’d stay there by the fire in awe of the heavens making wishes and sharing our dreams. The dogs eventually wondered in. The fire burned low. Its warmth replaced by chilled mountain air. As the night shifted toward dawn, we stowed our dreams for another starry night and headed home before the sun made an appearance.
I’d get home in time to stoke the fire in Mom’s kitchen stove. She had a wood burning cook stove, which she preferred over the electric one that looked out of place in a corner of her kitchen. By this time, only my youngest sister and I remained at home. The older two siblings were chasing their shooting star dreams and the middle brother was in the Army, nearing a Vietnam tour. I’d go sit on the porch until the sun was high enough to warm things up. About that time, I’d smell bacon cooking and know that Mom was up and about. I’d be awfully hungry by then, trying to steal a piece of bacon and getting swatted at by Mom during the attempt. She never seemed able to hit me. I don’t think she ever meant to.
Shooting stars are here for a blink of an eye, yet millions see their light and recall it when they’re gone. Like shooting stars, in the immensity of human history, we too are here for only a blink of the eye. Our most prominent shooting stars are our leaders. Their light and its affect, good and bad, remains visible long after they leave leadership.
How will history see your light and recall it when you’re gone?