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Did I really need a smart watch?

By J. D. Pendry

Typically, unless necessary for some reason I cannot at this moment contemplate, I do not wear a watch.  I do have a couple of nice ones.  Suzie-Q bought them for me.  One is about thirty years old and the other about 10.  Not heavily used, both look practically new.  In the Army, I always had one of these cheap takes a licking and keeps on ticking watches with its OD Green nylon strap.  If a truck ran over my arm, or some other minor catastrophe occurred there’d be no great loss.  I’d just trot over to the PX and lay out 10 bucks for another.  Watch that is, not an arm.  I think I still have the last one in a box somewhere.  It’s been twenty years so I’m guessing the battery is dead.

I was so impressed with my daughter-in-law’s snazzy smart watch; I convinced myself I needed one.  Suzie-Q finally agreed but advised me the cost of it comes out of my next month’s allowance.  When I told her I would probably need the next two month’s allowance, she gave me the look.  I explained to her all of the great things the watch could do.  Looking at me with a slightly furrowed brow she asked, “Can it vacuum the floors? Do laundry? Wash the dishes?”  I said no.  “Then you are going to be a busy man.”  And that’s how negotiations go around Pendry manor.  I should be off hard labor in a couple of months.

So, we headed out to the local store that sells all manner of tech gizmos and kitchen appliances.  Looking at the display of watches I pointed to one I thought rather Chic (sheek).  Wow.  I don’t think I’ve ever used that word to describe anything.  I added the parenthetical phonetic spelling for anyone like me who may not routinely use such expressions.  Truthfully, I spelled it wrong the first time around.  Not being a fashionista, anything considered Chic would definitely clash with my extensive wardrobe of jeans and tee-shirts.  Suzie-Q declared it looked like a woman’s watch.  The cranial hard drive reprogrammed itself to never wear anything considered Chic and to actually expunge the word from my memory.  I settled on a more masculine look.  It was round, but about the size of a flat screen TV.  I gave the young lady who’d been doing a great job of telling me about the excellent choice I made my more than two month’s allowance and headed home.

The watch tethers me to my phone.  Which is nice if I’m at the gym and want to listen to Hank Williams Jr. sing Born to Boogie, I don’t have to carry my phone around with me.  As way too many people do.  It’s really annoying when someone has their oversized rear-end sitting on a piece of equipment I want to use scrolling through their messages.  But I can endlessly talk about the gym life some other time.  Being tethered to the phone is not good for me.  I used to be able to drop my phone on the kitchen counter and head down to the Bunker allowing me to say sorry I missed your message earlier.  Now, I can leave the phone in the kitchen and my arm buzzes.  And of course, I have to look.  The Bunker is no longer a refuge from text messages.

The phone has some good features.  It keeps track of my heart rate.  Tracks my calendar and tells me about the appointments I’m late for.  It keeps track of whatever workout I do at the gym complete with elapsed time, heart rates, and the 5 or 10 calories burned.  It also has about 7 dozen different watch faces from which to choose.  You can go from elegant (not Chic) to something an F-35 pilot might appreciate.  Or you can just go straight boring digital.

There is one other thing.  I believe it has the soul of a married woman and maybe a school teacher too.  It nags me.  “You’ve be sitting too long, get up and move.” And she keeps at it unrelenting until I do actually move.  Then she cheers, “Great job!”

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For the love of money

For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil. Some people, eager for money, have wandered from the faith and pierced themselves with many griefs. 1 Timothy 6:10 (NIV)

By J. D. Pendry

It is also the root of destruction for governments of all forms.  When people can achieve unchecked incredible wealth as civil servants, as the song reminds “And you tell me over and over and over again my friend, you don’t believe were on the eve of destruction.”

I made a small clockwise twist and there was a muffled pop.  Fluorescent light shrapnel rained down around me in a perimeter of several feet.  It was a small twist in bulb rather than a tube, so my hand blocked what would have hit me in the face.  The Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) is concerned enough to put out instructions on cleaning up a broken compact fluorescent light (CFL).  Our politicians decided to ban the faithful incandescent light bulb.  The invention that lit the world.  We were asked to believe It was an environmental decision.  The incandescent bulb used too much energy, contributed to global warming, and was not good for the environment.  We were forced to purchase CFL, LED or some other more expensive replacement.  But they last longer, save energy and save the environment.  Insert Bronx cheer here.

Saving energy and the environment had nothing to do with the incandescent light ban.  Except for its propaganda value.  Who would not cheerfully pitch in to save the planet?  Led by our determined politicians, that’s just what we did.   Large corporations, GE, Philips, and Sylvania dominated the US incandescent market.   Because of the low cost of production, they could not raise prices to improve their profit margins, lest some other company move in and take the business away from them.  The beauty of capitalism is that you and I through the principle of supply and demand determine the price of goods.  Unless there is a government intervention, but then it’s no longer capitalism is it?  To increase their profit margins and force consumers to buy more expensive lighting products, they needed government to ban incandescent light bulbs.  Congress provided the legislation, President Bush signed it and they all celebrated heroically saving the planet and laughed all the way to the bank.   Mercury laden CFL waste now litters the landscape, which of course is great for people and the environment.  Another noteworthy achievement of Congress and its corporate cronies.

But, that’s an old story many of you know.  It’s how the American political industry works.  It’s how politicians on civil servant salaries become millionaires.  It would be interesting to see how many of them and friends and family used their inside knowledge to buy stock in the companies now uninhibited from increasing their profits.  Wink, snicker.  This is the swamp at its finest.  Self-serving at best, killing us bit by bit at worst.  So, the next time you’re picking fluorescent light glass from your hair after inhaling whatever the exploding bulb vented into the air, think about that.

While doing my hazmat clean up, I thought about it.  It angered me some.  No, that’s a lie it angered me quite a bit.  The thoughtless motives of politicians.  Take that example and follow the money on most every must have piece of legislation or every scandal that comes to mind.  You’ll come away disappointed in the politicians you supported.  Disappointed in the bastardization of our great legislative process.  Maybe a little exasperated with the whole 9 yards.  Emotions I’m trying hard to avoid these days.  But it’s a challenge.

From illegal immigration, to trade deals, to climate change and most everything in between, follow the cash flow.  Look at the McConnell-Chao China connections for example then tell me how any China trade deal beneficial to the US is going to get through McConnell’s Senate.  Ask yourself who is fighting hardest against needed immigration reform.  Businesses large and small, especially those who practically enslave illegal immigrants working them for low often under the table wages.  Facts are never part of the narrative.  Helping poor and desperate people makes a much better emotionally driven story.

As long as we have career politicians not term limited getting wealthy via the political industry they’ve built, America will not get well.  The greatest wealth will always belong to those with the means to entice politicians into crony capitalism arrangements.  That’s who we’ve become.  It’s what opens the doors to failed systems like socialism.  But the politicians still get wealthy.  Just ask millionaire Socialist Angry Bernie who, before politics, never held a job in his life.

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Internal Rot

By J. D. Pendry

Some things never change.  Over the years, I have written about many different things.  Sometimes, I go down into the bunker archives and rummage around and find that some things never change.  It’s the same tune with a different choir.


America will never be destroyed from the outside.  If we falter and lose our freedoms, it will be because we destroyed ourselves.  – Abraham Lincoln

I was passing a semi pulling tandem trailers when I clawed at the CD button to switch off the screeching talk radio.  The cab of my pick-up truck filled with Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata.  Yes Beethoven!  You gotta a problem with that!?  In my rearview mirror, I saw a woman yakking on a cell phone.  She was following me so close that I could not see the headlights on her mini van.  After passing the semi, I flipped on my right turn signal indicator.  The semi driver blinked his headlights at me and I started to drift back into the slow lane.  Before I completed the lane change, Ms. mini-van was half a truck length past me.  She glared, a furrowed brow showing above her designer sunglasses and appeared to mouth something about my dear departed mother.  A Kerry/Edwards campaign sticker adorned the back window of her van.  Tailgating her was a bright red pick-up truck with a “W-04” sticker in the window.  Just as close behind him was an irritable looking driver, with a 10 O’clock 2 O’clock white knuckled grip on the steering wheel of a small SUV.  The bumper sticker proclaimed, “Jesus is my copilot.”  He’d be safer riding with me I thought.  Concluding that 3 of 5 rush hour drivers belong in an insane asylum, I slouched and focused on the music.  

A friend of mine, and my historical authority of choice sent me an email about one of my recent columns.  His lesson for me was that throughout human history great societies have fallen because they first destroyed themselves from within.  Internal rot is the descriptive term he used adding that when the failing society is at its lowest point, outside forces will end it. 

My commute and screeching talk radio illustrate where we are.  We’ve lost civility and are so intent on demonizing one another for our beliefs that we can’t focus on our roots or a common purpose – freedom and securing our country for example.  If you still have a 2004 Presidential campaign sticker on your car, you are part of the problem.  You’re trapping us in time, keeping us hostage to emotions and diverting us from important issues – sounds like a politician’s resume doesn’t it.  And, if your copilot is supposed to put you above the fray, your actions should demonstrate that you are.    

The most basic leadership principle is being the example.  The led reflect the example of the leaders.  My drive home shows Americans following the example of those we elected to Congress to lead us, bolstered by senseless and endless Red State, Blue State political polls and media nonsense – liberal and conservative alike.  A look at the 911hearings, steroid follies and recent cabinet confirmation hearings should be enough to convince anyone that the most destructive combination in America is an egomaniacal politician and a television camera.  It’s more obvious each day that you and I – Mr. and Ms. liberal Democrat, conservative Republican and proclaimed Independent – have elected and sent to Washington a collection of people not concerned about the problems facing our country.  Their concern instead is power at all costs.  When political leaders focus more on obtaining power and destroying political opposition than they do solving problems – which seems to be the focus of our currently non-functioning political system – the result is political rot.  We are watching the decay of what is supposed to be the world’s greatest representative republic. 

Moral relativism has saturated our society.  Many believe there are no absolutes when it comes to right or wrong.  They see behavior in shades of gray in conflict with others who view behavioral absolutes of black and white.  The chasm between the two grows.  Many manmade laws of our country are a product of moral relativism.  They contradict the Judeo-Christian values on which our country was founded and often the laws of nature itself. 

Moral relativism is why we are not raising our children properly.  Recent examples of out of control children and adolescents in schools demonstrate that.  We pump our kids up with MTV and junk food then try to calm them with Prozac and Ritalin.  We send them to school dressed as thugs and prostitutes.  We connect their brain housing groups to MP3 players and cell phones.  We baby sit them in Internet chat rooms.  They don’t know math, science, history or current events.  Is this how we prepare them to confront the most complicated and dangerous world in human history – and to preserve our country?  More likely, we are preparing them to accept what follows the rot. 

We have the power to fix what is wrong – you and I.  We can lop off rotten limbs and cauterize wounds, but once the roots of our way of life – our political system, our morality and how we raise our children – begin to rot, we might consider how soon we’ll need to start learning Chinese.

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On the hilltop

By J. D. Pendry

Do not be afraid of those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. Rather, be afraid of the One who can destroy both soul and body in hell. Matthew 10:28 (NIV)

Growing up in Southern West Virginia I was barefoot and shirtless most of the summer.  Unless I was playing baseball, or in the woods where shoes and shirts are required.  Oh.  White shirt and shoes also required for church.  I lived in a house without indoor plumbing.  Our water source was a well or a hand pump and sometimes fresh from a mountain spring.  No chemicals added.  Mom had an old washer with a ringer attached sitting on the back porch.  I carried buckets of water to fill up the washer and the rinse tub.  The sunshine and breeze dried the clothes.  In the winter, I remember snow flying and Mom’s reddened hands taking frozen denim jeans from the clothes line and thawing them behind our coal stove heater.

Have you ever sat on a hilltop on a clear summer night?  Looking into a deep blue night sky filled with millions of glittering stars occasionally highlighted by a streaking shooter?  It’s a calming site and at the same time quite stimulating.  It brings on an awestruck feeling that begins in the pit of your belly and wells up in your heart.  For me, it rivals the time I stood on the rim of the Grand Canyon.  The beauty and vastness of God’s creation gives me perspective.  I long for the peace and serenity found on that West Virginia hilltop.

I’ve read and contemplated what’s referred to as the half-life of knowledge.  That’s the point where half of what I know or have learned becomes obsolete.  In today’s world, we know much more now than we new 10 years ago and the pace at which we are gaining knowledge is only speeding up.  To survive in our incredibly fast paced world, I have to remain relatively current.  In my drive to do that, I neglected care and maintenance of what endures.  My soul.  My value system.  My faith.  The enduring truth of Holy Scripture.

I spent much of my life trying to perfect the outside.  What others see.  For a long stretch, I was borderline fanatical about physical fitness.  I still try to maintain, but at a leisurely pace and for different reasons.  I grew from wayward teenager to crusty old lifer in a rule and standard driven highly competitive world.  It was a world requiring me to be the standard.  Not one searching for the benchmark, but one who is the benchmark.  I focused on the outside when I should have given equal, maybe even more than equal, time to the inside.  Oh, there was plenty of study and learning throughout all those years.  Ultimately, most all of it, pointed toward the exterior presentation.  It did not always balance with what was inside me.  It left me a little out of kilter at times sending me in directions away from my internal compass.  I lived in a fiercely serious world with little time put aside for appreciating the hilltop.

I’ve read so many non-fiction books from Mr. Covey’s The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People: Powerful Lessons in Personal Change to Lee Strobel’s The Case for a Creator: A Journalist Investigates Scientific Evidence That Points Toward God and almost everything in between.  Politics, self-help, history…  The cranial hard drive is chocked so full, I often wonder if there is an original thought running around anywhere inside my hillbilly noggin.  For me, that’s a serious pondering.  It points me toward a world where I’m, in actuality, historically insignificant.   Like most of the human race, at least as a single individual, history is not likely to remember me.  History records greatness, sometimes made up greatness, and horrid evil.  All of it defined by the composer.  The composer who as often as not is of questionable intellectual integrity.

I believe it was Covey I heard say this, but I won’t swear to it; when you’re lying on your death bed, you’ll not be wishing you’d spent more time at work.  I add to that many other places as well.  In part, he was talking about spiritual renewal.  And that’s the point.  Like you, I view the world based on what’s inside me.  My experiences, my knowledge, and even my ignorance.  The spirit of my soul.  I’ve always presented myself as I believed others expected me to be.  All of it coming from a learned, practiced persona.  The presentation filtering up through an imperfect soul cluttered with many unnecessary things.  A soul most definitely in need of the refresh button.  A cleansing maybe.  Possibly be more like that barefoot, carefree child running around the hills of Southern West Virginia.  Among other things, there were no politics there with all of its hatefulness and skullduggery to fill my mind.  Just God’s creation and feeling the creek bank mud between my toes.  Time spent appreciating the hilltop.

I usually don’t share my self-chats.  Today I break my self-imposed rule.  Downloading, I’m told, begins renewal.  Maybe a national renewal is past due.

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Death to America Squad and The New Face of Politics in America

By J. D. Pendry

Decision Time

J. D. Pendry

In November 2020, polls be damned we’ll learn what Americans think or if we care.  But it’s probably going to take much more than a simple vote to fix fundamentally transformed America.  No matter the outcome, my worldview will not shift.  God is first, Family is next, and Country brings up the rear.  If it’s God’s Plan for American renewal and survival it’ll happen.

Both political parties and upper echelons of federal civil service are damaged beyond repair their decisions influenced by wild ideologies and outside forces and not forgotten Americans – Washington’s perceived serfdom.  Human frailty and fallibility too often succumb to cultural pressure tilting dangerously away from what’s good and necessary. Unless there’s a deep cleansing of all branches of our government including senior career civil servants, the problem will not resolve.  The 2020 choice is between America as founded, freedom those who’ve never stood up for it take for granted, and the evolving socialist, progressive, communist push.

The Democrats

Surprisingly maybe, but I have some very good liberal friends and was raised in Yellow-dog Democrat country.  For my liberal friends and die-hard Democrats:  You are no longer the party of classic liberalism.  You know, liberty therefore liberal.  You’ve become instead the party of identity politics, social justice and racism, the party of big government freedom robbing socialism, progressivism, and communism and with your newly anointed death to America squad you can add Israel hating Islamism.  I’m not so sure this is such a new face for the Democrat party or one now exposed with the aid of the arrogance and ignorance of a few and a complicit media.  So, there’s your choice as plain as I can make it.  The American Ideal or that.  We’ll keep the light on for you.

The Republicans

Republicans?  You are the epitome of status-quo establishment Republicanism your ranks filled with see-no-do-no-hear-no neo cons.  And the con label is apropos.  Remember?  Give us the House and we’ll fix this.  Give us the Senate and we’ll fix it.  Give us the Presidency and we’ll damn sure fix it.  Americans did all of that including a President promising to fix it.  Wanting to fix it.  Turns out you either didn’t want to fix anything, you’re spineless, or so compromised that cover your behind and the status-quo is the best you can do.  You leave us with the same choice.  The American Ideal or your continued ineptitude.  We’ll keep the light on for you too, but the oil in your lamp is getting low.

Citizens of the World – It’s about our Culture

If you’ll pardon my tone, I don’t recall a time in my life where snobassity, pomposity, arrogance, pure judgmental hatred and other noteworthy qualities were so prevalent in such a tiny yet vocal minority.  The uber wealthy, professional athletes, Hollywood, career politicians, media types et al live in their own ecosphere.  A world 99 percent of Americans, or the world for that matter, will never experience.  Aboard their high horses and from inside their glass houses they cast judgmental stones at anyone and everyone outside their orbit who does not accept their worldview.  They push ideologies into our schools and onto our children who are not equipped to make life altering decisions about sexuality or anything.  They celebrate legislation allowing murder of babies up to the date of delivery and beyond for any surviving an abortion attempt.  Shielded by wealth and means from the ultimate downside, or so they believe, they demand open borders.  For any apposing their wild-eyed concepts, they have labels.  At their core, their labels are more projection than not.  Nazi, fascist, racist, xenophobe, homophobe, deplorable, irredeemable, garbage ….  They turn American patriotism into white nationalism.  For you self-loathing little “a” americans, American patriotism comes in all shades, all religions and all sexual persuasions.  It’s much larger than the constructed media and social media images of our country.  It’s why people want to come here.

America has always welcomed legal immigrants.  More so than most any country on the planet.  People who want to be here and part of the American ideal, contribute rather than take, learn our history and language, respect our laws, assimilate.  The great melting pot.  Remember?  People who embrace the distinct American culture of God, Family, and Country and individual liberty rejecting the failed cultures they escaped.

Life takes us in different directions.  Humbleness is one pathway.  It’s rare these days.  We, even the Godless, are children of God and one day every knee will bow.  We are were we are because God allowed us to get there.  If I may be so forward as to leave you citizens of the world with the best guide for life I know: “He has shown you, O mortal, what is good.  And what does the Lord require of you?  To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God.” Micah 6:8 (NIV) Oh, and love your neighbor as yourself.  Even if your neighbor is a conservative, Christian, American patriot.

Death to America Squad

It bothers me to dignify a cluster of short on substance malcontents by labeling them a squad without a pertinent precursor.  A life driven by hatred must be a miserable existence.  The words coming out of their mouths are not words of endearment toward America.  They wish for the death of America, with a seemingly special hatred for white skin tones, and apparently Israel too.  What is more concerning to me than their ignorance braced rhetoric is the lack of pushback from Washington’s cowardly politicians, Republicans and Democrats alike, and the support they get from an equally ignorant and wholly supportive progressive media cabal.  A cabal linked hand-in-hand with America’s great addiction to social media that’s become the most destructive force on this planet.  Go to most search engines and type in a negative, anti-Semitic, or racist comment made by a member of the death to America squad and it’s likely the first twenty responses are fact checkers from who the hell knows where claiming the statements false or taken out of context.  Out of context?  Most of us accept what all knowing Google and Bing puts up there.  Go to entry 3000 and you may find a scintilla of facts.  But just a scrap or two.  This is what disinformation looks like.

Our, and theirs as well, President has been called everything but a child of God and worse than that by a woman who bragged of telling her 15-year-old son that she was going to Washington to impeach the Mother…….  I’m unsure if she said it before or after she wrapped herself in the Palestinian flag.  “A lot of my strength comes from being Palestinian.”  Not American, not one declaring allegiance to our country, Constitution, or people, but to Palestine.  Tlaib explicitly supports the destruction of the Jewish state of Israel and its replacement of a unitary Palestinian state.”  An anti-Semite, racist, and anti-American foul-mouthed bigot.  Maybe she’d do well to go fix what was once the richest city in America, Detroit, where her Congressional district rests.  Where she was a state legislator until term limited.  A once great American city destroyed by progressivism.  Or just go to where her declared allegiance lies.  Palestine.  Maybe she can convince Palestinian mothers that having their children blow themselves up is not a good idea.  Unless she believes it is a good idea.

Ocasio-Cortez is a media made oxymoron, Democratic Socialist.  She and the others are the new face of the Democrat party.  When right out of the box they label you with initials, (FDR, JFK, UBL, AOC) I suppose your destined for fame. At least in some circles.  Infamous in others.  Or maybe you’ll just be exposed for who you are and what you represent.  From the insanity of the fascist, communist Green New Deal, to concentration camps on our borders Cortez demonstrates ignorance and the likelihood that she’s  little more than a script reading empty vessel.  Apparently, this poor girl from the Bronx, is a ghost in her district.  Her Chief of Staff handler, as she does, says of moderate leaning Democrats, “Instead of ‘fiscally conservative but social liberal, let’s call the New Democrats and Blue Dog Caucus the ‘New Southern Democrats.’ They certainly seem hell bent to do to black and brown people today what the old Southern Democrats did in the 40s.” Doesn’t seem to matter your political party, if you don’t embrace their racist supremist views then that makes you a racist.  A Communist method.  Project your despicable personality onto others. Cortez, or maybe her script writer, believes America is garbage“”One perfect example, I think a perfect example of how special interests and the powerful have pitted white working-class Americans against brown and black working-class Americans in order to just screw over all working-class Americans, is Reaganism in the ’80s when he started talking about welfare queens,” Ocaiso-Cortez said. “So you think about this image of welfare queens and what he was really trying to talk about was … this like really resentful vision of essentially black women who were doing nothing that were ‘sucks’ on our country.”  Regan hated communism and fought it from Hollywood to the Whitehouse.  Lovely people Communists.  Legacy of gulags, poverty, homelessness, concentration camps, and mass murder.  Typically, that’s the end state of failed socialist/Marxist states. You know, Venezuela, San Francisco, Los Angeles.

Ilhan Omar is singularly focused.  She’s an Israel hating anti-Semite.  She makes no bones about it, and has yet to be rebuked by cowardly Democratic leadership.  “It’s all about the Benjamins baby.”  She is a strong advocate of the anti-Israel Boycott, Divest, Sanctions (BDS) movement.  In her resolution to Congress she compared it to boycotting Nazi Germany, and the actions of the Boston Tea PartyIn an interview with Al-Jazeera, she declared, “I would say our country should be more fearful of white men [than radical Islamic terrorism] across our country because they are actually causing most of the deaths within this country.”  She’s a real gem.  There’s not much more to say about Omar, except she has some personal issues.  An ethics complaint filed by Judicial Watch, “Substantial, compelling and, to date, unrefuted evidence has been uncovered that Rep. Ilhan Omar may have committed the following crimes in violation of both federal law and Minnesota state law: perjury, immigration fraud, marriage fraud, state and federal tax fraud, and federal student loan fraud.”   But we all know what becomes of Congressional ethics complaints.  Nothing.  Hopefully, the same will come of her political career.

Aryanna Pressley.  A racist calling the kettle black. “We don’t need any more brown faces that don’t want to be a brown voice,” Pressley said, seemingly taking a stab at the Congressional Black Caucus, which is allied with Pelosi. “We don’t need any more black faces that don’t want to be a black voice.”  Spare me the spin of what she really meant was, or it’s taken out of context.  Nope, it’s none of that. What it is, is one of the most racist expressions I’ve heard south of Louis Farrakhan.  What else is there to add to this woman’s profile?  Nothing.  With one statement she defined herself.  Boldly racist.

The New Face of Politics

I predicted some time ago that the election of Donald Trump to the presidency would change the face of politics in America.  What I envisioned was establishment Republicrats running for the hills.  Following Paul Ryan out the door that’s exactly what some did.  With their abandonment, they forfeited the House to Pelosi and her out of control, Nadler/Schiff Trump’s a Russian clown show and everyone’s a white nationalist racist who don’t like us because we are women of color Death to America Squad.  There was a time when such a racist implication would shut down disagreement.  For the weak-kneed, it still does but there is a new player in town.  He’s angered everyone at least once.  He’s hated by establishment Washington and their media puppies.  He’s especially hated by the far left, the face of which we see in the four horsewomen of the coming apocalypse (Communism, Progressivism, Socialism, Racism).  The left is accustomed to labeling, name-calling, and disparaging America with little or no pushback and knowing the media runs with their false narratives.

Trump’s America first and now love it or leave it has had an affect I did not see coming.  Historically, Democrats trend toward the center and sometimes even a little right of center in their campaign approach because if they try to sell the true extent of their radicalism, they’d never get a vote.  Even the illegal immigrants may give their illegal votes to someone else.  What’s happening now is the four horsewomen of the coming apocalypse has the party following them so far leftward that, according to Hank Johnson, they may flip the planet over.

I’m no political prophet or prognosticator, but it may turn out this way.  With establishment Republicrats drop-kicked through the goal post of life and many members of the Democratic party following the progressive, socialist, communist wing we may see the shattering of both parties and something good for the country come of it.  That’s when Suzie-Q slapped me and I woke up mumbling I know, lipstick on a pig.

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Old Timer

By J. D. Pendry

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Always in my pocket is Grandpa’s Old Timer pocket knife.  It was a gift from my Mother.  By any stretch, it’s not an expensive knife.  I like to reach into my pocket and wrap my hand around it.  There’s comfort in knowing something from the past can ground you in the present with memories of times and people.

Growing up in Southern West Virginia, pocket knives were common.  There’s much to be said about the calming effects of whittling.  Whether carving a masterpiece or simply shaving curls off a piece of wood it’s a great contemplative aid.  It also fills up time between catfish bites.  Shoes off sitting on the riverbank bare feet enjoying the coolness of the shoreline, hook freshly baited, a cloudless sky, birds singing, whittling on a stick.  It doesn’t get better than that.  From such scenes, the world long since moved on.  Probably not enticing to today’s overly stimulated.  There’s a lot of value in God’s calm and creation. The sounds of flowing stream, a fish jumping out of the water, birds chirping, even a bullfrog croaking.  I sat there on the bank of the Guyandotte fantasizing rafting down the river like Huck Finn.  It amounted to some unsuccessful tries and was replaced by the modern technology of the inner tube.  With all of the world’s newfound technology and gizmos, humans cannot recreate that environment.  Even with the best virtual reality goggles we cannot.

For boys of my generation, if you were fortunate enough to have a pocket knife it was always in your pocket.  I don’t know what sort of ruckus it may cause these days if a boy carried his pocket knife to school.  But we all did.   At recess, we’d gather up in the school yard.  We played marbles, always for keeps, or root-the-peg.  It’s also called mumbly peg among other names. Root-the-peg can be simple or complicated.  With the time constraints of school yard recess, we played the simple version.  With feet spread, you stand facing your opponent.  You throw the knife trying to stick it into the ground as close to your own foot as possible.  Whoever gets closest to his foot wins.  The winner gets to pound the peg (we used match sticks, horrors, we carried them too) into the ground and the loser rooted the peg out with his teeth.  Sticking the knife in one’s foot was rare and not recommended, but it was a winner.

We interacted with other kids and nature.  Nowadays, kids interact with their smart phones and indirectly with others.  Many of us adults do it too.  Seems like we are giving up the natural for imitation.  Could be I’m just hanging on to the past.  The internet and rapidly expanding technology sort of put nature on the back burner.  Interestingly, people who claim we are destroying our planet do so sitting inside air-conditioned cafes, mooching free WIFI, and sipping designer coffee. It’s hard to have real concern for something you’ve never experienced.  When your forest is concrete, it’s difficult to accept your appreciation for nature and God’s creation.  Viewing the world through a smartphone is like drinking diet pop.  It appears the same.  It may fool the taste buds.  But it brings less satisfaction than a glass of chemically treated tap water.  What the body craves and doesn’t get from the diet drink is gained by eating a biggie sized order of cheese fries.  Diet this, lite that, low fat this…  We didn’t have that when we were kids and we were not obese.  Maybe put down the phone get outside and exercise something besides our thumbs and have a bottle of real pop.  Maybe toss in a moon pie.  Maybe go out into the nature you’re convinced cannot survive the cancer of humankind.

It isn’t just smart phones.  We’ve given our private lives over to cameras, microphones, and the tech masters of the universe.  Our electronic assistant plays music for us, gives us the weather, sets the thermostat, locks the doors, starts the car, and opens the garage door.  And listens to every word, belch and fart happening in range of the microphone.  Ever have a neighbor that couldn’t get out of their garage because the electricity was out?  The neighbor that had no idea you can unlatch the door from the motor and open it manually.  Guess they could have found a video showing them how.

We’ve taken the natural out of everything.  Now we strive to dehumanize relationships.  Sex robots.  Never gets a headache, I guess.

I believe I’ll just hold on to Grandpa’s Old Timer.  Time is not passing me by.  Natural doesn’t change.  God’s creation and God never change.  And if you risk a game of root-the-peg, you might get dirt in your teeth.

As we approach America’s Independence Day, let’s focus on what is real.  What endures.  What only has a 1.0 version.  God Bless the United States of America.

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Can America Survive Our Guilt Complex Wholesale Hatred and Hopeless Division?

By J. D. Pendry

These days we’re offered heavy doses of guilt, hatred and division.  The people spreading it are the guiltiest of it.  One is left to wonder how the United States of America could produce such a dangerous collection of people.  Dangerous to our country and willing to sell their souls for just a brief taste of dominance and power.

Still fighting the Crusades

The Crusades ended in the 13th century.  Islam still battles and much of the Western world tries not to offend the religion of peace. If you want to learn where the divide began between Isaac, the promised son, and Ishmael,” He will be a wild donkey of a man; his hand will be against everyone and everyone’s hand against him, and he will live in hostility toward all his brothers” read Genesis.  To learn how history ends read the Book of Revelation.  For self-enlightenment, your fate, and the fate of the world, read everything in between.

On September 11, 2001, America was attacked by Islamists.  Put all of the conspiracy theories away and accept that it was Muslims mainly from Saudi Arabia that killed 3000 Americans.  We promptly added Islamophobia and xenophobia to our growing list of American phobias.  Fraught with American guilt, we started (and continue) teaching public school children about Islam, about Mohammad, about their holidays, how they pray, how they dress…  Go into any public-school classroom, where Christmas break is depicted on the academic calendars as winter break so as not to offend, and teach a class about Christianity and Jesus Christ.  Then prepare for all manner of hell to be visited upon your doorstep.  Islam is moving forward.  America, Christianity, and most of the Western world is in retrograde.

“Islam is not a religion by any standards. It is a militant, political and violent cult created by one man: Muhammad. It is time that we treat Islam as the greatest threat to the human race. The Islamic treasury, flushed with oil extortion money together with the help of Marxist-Democrats and Hollywood celebrities (“Muslim Brotherhood front-groups have targeted Hollywood as one of many vehicles through which to conduct its civilization jihad.”) are having the upper hand in this battle of survival for freedom.” Amil Imani, Is Islam a Religion?

Still fighting the US Civil War

Do we treat one another differently here in the land of the free?  Not much really.  The US Civil War ended over 150 years ago and along with it the abomination of slavery.  We’re still fighting it and some are trying to rewrite history of it while capitalizing on all opportunities to divide our people.  Some members of Congress are raising the issue of legislation for slavery reparations.  Not only must we continue to divide a citizenry that has no one living who was a slave holder or a slave, we also seek the wedge that would destroy our hope for unity.  Congress and a multitude of presidential candidates are not interested in addressing problems and are much less interested in a united America.  A united populace – we the people – is the greatest fear of Washington’s establishment and their globalist cohorts.  No, they prefer to stir hatred pitting manmade identity groups against one another or turning them all against, as Presidential candidate Joe Biden the whitest of white men puts it, “a white man’s culture.”  If this continues, they may end up with the war they pine for.  And then, what was once the greatest nation God ever allowed to exist will lay in ruin waiting for our true enemies to sweep away the broken pieces making room for the new world order.  All while American patriots of all walks become insurgents in their own land.  The land where freedom was forfeit.

America’s guilt complex

It is somewhat confusing when you think about it.  We are a distinct culture that’s twisted itself into an unrecognizable creation trying to prove (not to the world or any group in particular because the world does not care about us and our incessant need to please everyone) to ourselves how diverse, inclusive, and multicultural we can be.  We’ve morphed from proud to be an American to a guilt ridden, self-loathing lot.  At least that’s how we project to the world.  Clearly, it’s a guilt we aim to expunge through self-destruction.  It bears repeating that generations of Americans were taught through revisionist history to hate where we came from and through ideas of gloom, doom, and destruction to dread even more where we are headed.  No one is allowed to appreciate where we are lest he or she be labeled a climate change denier, hopeless phobic or an ist of some sort.  The new American mindset?  What we have is good.  How we got it is bad.  Where we are headed is worse yet.  Miserable people driven toward hopelessness.  Guilt and hatred with blame laid at the feet Joe Biden’s white man’s culture.  Wed emotions leading to nothing good.  Nothing good at all.

“I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do all this through him who gives me strength.”  Philippians 4:12-13

Media and entertainment industry cesspool

Our media and entertainment industry are little more than gigantic brainwashing and propaganda operations.  There was an ABC television program that lasted a couple of seasons.  I was pleased when I learned Netflix bought the rights and put out new season 3.  This story of an unlikely President was a decent prime time television program although it had its moments when the brilliant independent president constantly clobbered the arrogant conservative.  The Netflix version offered an F-bomb in every other sentence, raw gay sex between two men, and a plot by a bio hacker to create a virus that only attacks people of color.  I gave up on it.  In the movies, toxic masculinity becomes bumbling idiot man replaced by heroic woman.  This is how our entertainment industry fundamentally transforms young American minds.  No, they’re not just movies.  They’re indoctrination for the ignorant who tend to weave fiction into fact.  They’re a total withdrawal from natural law.  A total embrace of social justice memes.  A total embrace of a world without bounds.  A world having no place for God.

Make America Great Again

Is it really so difficult to understand why Make America Great Again appeals to so many people in America’s forgotten heartland and rotting cities?  I’ve been blessed to have spent nearly five decades of my working life with America’s best whether a high school dropout in a Chicago factory, in the service, at a high school, or my last working years serving Veterans.  America’s politicians worked hard over the past few decades giving away those factory jobs and ignoring the plight of the great American middle class.  Many of our great cities are a rotting mess.

A sad state

Our country is in a place where it has not been for many years.  Americans of all walks have employment, if they want it.  And the American way is to want it.  We are forfeiting our identity so that we may blend with the world.  We are the exceptional nation founded on the precept of individual liberty.  People are flooding our borders to take from the world’s most prosperous nation rather than embrace its freedom and contribute to it.  They do not come here to embrace American exceptionalism.  They do not know what it is.  They’ve been taught that America stole from them and their purpose is to take back what’s rightfully theirs.  Instead of thoughts of freedom, they bring with them failed cultures and ideologies for which America is also blamed.

Just a side story

Do the reading I suggested at the beginning and you’ll come away understanding the United States of America is just a side story in the long history of the world.  Barely a blip on the celestial radar.  Biblically, there is no United States of America.  You won’t find it in Genesis or the Revelation or on any pages in between.  All of it ends where it began.  We didn’t control the beginning.  Neither can we control the end.  From here to there, we can only control the journey.  We the people need to decide the path of our journey.

How do we survive?

Borders, language, culture, and unity of purpose define sovereign nations.  On our current path of hatred and division, how do we survive?  Can we survive?

Jesus knew their thoughts and said to them: “Any kingdom divided against itself will be ruined, and a house divided against itself will fall.” Luke 11:17

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