Phobiamania

A phobia is a fear or an irrational dislike of something or someone, if you can believe the dictionary. Consider, however, that some of the same people who wrote our public school history text books may have compiled the dictionary. I do not fear the word phobia, but I do believe that I have developed a rational dislike for it. Much like I developed a dislike for the ist suffix as in racist and sexist. I think I may have developed some new phobias because of it too. Cretinphobia comes to mind and moronophobia.

I am not Islamophobic, Buddhismphobic, Hinduismphobic, Jewphobic, Wicanphobic, Druidphobic, Mormonphobic, Scientlogogistphobic, Athiestphobic, Darwinismphobic, Global Warmingismphobic or any other religion phobic you can imagine or invent. I do not accept the beliefs of these religions and will never follow their chosen paths. I do not fear them because none of them can make me do or believe what I do not want to do or believe. What they believe does not offend me one bit. Although with the witting or unwitting aid of Congress and the courts they might try making me accept what they believe, but like them, I was blessed with the free will to choose my way. I do become a little concerned about those who think that I must believe as they do, be subservient to them or by them be dead. It is not a concern that translates into fear. It is one that produces a rational dislike for irrational people and requires that one possess an adequate means of self-defense and preferably the skill to rapid reload and stay on target.

Just because I do not support open military service for homosexuals or homosexual marriage, I am also not homophobic. I do not fear homosexuals. I do not accept their behavior, never will, but I neither fear nor hate them as people. There is in me a rational dislike of their behavior. As long as they do not try to force my acceptance of it as normal nary a peep will they hear from me.

Xenophobia is another phobia tossed around a bit too much these days. It makes the pundits sound sophisticated when they use it, but most of them would have to look it up in a dictionary to know what it means. I would be in trouble if I were xenophobic since the single most important person in my life comes from a country and culture vastly different from mine. We have cultural differences, different customs, different food preferences and language. But, and this is an important but, we believe the same important things. There is only one true God. He gave us our freedom. If you get it, you earned it. If you believe it, defend it. No one owes you anything. Help others when you can. We live in the greatest nation God every allowed to exist. For going on 39 years, our common values have made the bond between us even stronger. We never try to prove that one culture is better than the other. It is like the common bond that once existed between Americans. We came from different national and ethnic origins, but those strongly held and shared American values –God given freedom, life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness bound us together with common purpose. Now the stinking communists in Washington want to end that. Sorry, I did not mean to digress to another topic. Now that I think of it, I probably am a little, maybe more than a little, xenophobic if one considers that Washington politicians might represent a distinct culture that is foreign to the remainder of Americans.

I really did not intend a dissertation on phobias, but sometimes I get wound up. I do have a couple of questions for you. What about these pro-abortion people. Are they lifeaphobic or babyphobic? I am just asking. During this time of year there are plenty of people who get their drawers in a bunch about Christmas. During all the other days of the year they exhibit an irrational dislike of Christianity in general. Have you ever heard a member of the media declare them Christophobes or Christianphobic? Me neither.

Have a Merry Christmas unless of course you have a fear or irrational dislike of Christ. If that is true, well, have a Merry Christmas anyway.

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And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.” Luke 2: 8-12 (NIV)

I am working hard at staying in the spirit this year. Truthfully though, it has been a struggle just keeping my mind on what is important. I sense it from others too.

This time of the year I like to sit and ponder the past and the good things. Even if I perceive that I had a bad year, I can always find more good things that happened than bad ones. It is odd how that works out, but it always does. Give it a try sometime. In my future and the country’s, the odds tell me that there is more good ahead than bad. The problem is I have a gnawing sensation in my gut telling me that might not be so next year.

Maybe I am spending too much time pondering the problems I see and too little time pondering what is right and good about our country and the lives we are blessed to have. No matter what we see as going awry with our country at present, it is still ours and is still the freest most prosperous nation that God ever allowed to exist. Just flip the switch on the television and you can see turmoil across the world caused by failed socialist experiments. The same problems are heading our way unless we turn back in the right direction and I am not referring to the political right direction.

This time each year, some of us celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ and all that means to each of us personally and to our world. Some of us are beholden to other things – mostly material. I am human too and I know that some of my email antagonists may disagree with that self-assessment. As such, there are things out there that I believe I want, but do not need and certainly will never be financially wealthy enough to have, unless I choose to max out a few gold and platinum cards and acquire loans I could never repay. Yep, I can have many things that I will not take with me when I leave this existence whether that expensive GPS has a northerly or southerly route plotted out for me. I do have the security to know that I can always call the 800 let us get rid of all of your debts number and someone will promise to clear my over indulgences – for a small fee of course. And I should call right now for operators are standing by with a special holiday free evaluation of all of my problems.

I have a question for you. Do you know of anyone who is offended when they get a Christmas gift? Me neither. They are not too concerned with what you call it as long as you deliver the loot. Why is it then that people, faceless and nameless most of them, claim to be offended by Christmas trees or a greeting of Merry Christmas? I cannot think of anyone offended by that, but it is so preached to us that we have to be sensitive to other religions and to atheists that political correctness is choking the life out of our nation and the true meaning out of this time.

There is something out there that all of us and our country needs. Not all of us admit to wanting or needing it. It requires no wealth. It will not cost you any money except what you may desire to give away to others. You will have to make that call however and there is no holiday special. This special runs every day 24/7. There is only one operator, but you will never get a busy signal or a pushy sales pitch. The operator is a great listener. He will solve your problems. But, you do have to call and ask for His help.

Have a Merry Christmas everyone, especially to the members of the United States Armed Forces serving on our behalf around world. May God bless you each one.

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Merry Christmas Blessed Nation

I thought that it might be a good idea to post something to this blog site before it is seized by the Department of Homeland Security. With the direction our country is headed, there will be no probable cause required to search us (TSA apparently doesn’t need it) or our homes or take away our possessions. I may be left to nailing my thoughts on a tree like our patriot pamphleteer forefathers did. I am sure that the all powerful EPA must have regulations prohibiting that too. Maybe we modern pamphleteers will just resort to stapling them to the foreheads of politicians. Sort of like a poor man’s teleprompter. Penetrating some of those thick heads may require some heavy duty staples.

We have a lot for which to be thankful in the United States of America. All of it points back to one intangible not material thing. Freedom. Not just any old freedom, but that freedom that came to us directly from God and was once protected under the Constitution of our republic. It is the freedom that the men and women who lead us are sworn to protect. Makes one wonder about what the value of a sworn oath is these days. I suppose that it is as binding as is the integrity of the man who swears to it.

It is the freedom to make your choices. It is not the freedom to impose your choices on anyone else. Yet, we see legislation trying to do just that. It is legislation born of a mindset where a minority attempts to impose its will or choices or moral relativism on the rest of us. That minority feels that it knows what is best.

All you have to do these days is declare that you are a Christian and you are promptly attacked for proselytizing. Interesting isn’t it. People who advocate for open homosexual military service, homosexual marriage, abortion on demand, post billboards declaring that Christianity is based on a myth, and who worship the mythology of Charles Darwin, have the audacity to harangue Christians for “wearing it on their sleeves.”

For all of the years that modern nations and Christians have celebrated this time, do you truly believe that people would flock to the stores in droves and spend the billions of dollars that is necessary to keep the world’s economy afloat in celebration of the festival of lights or the winter holiday season? If you do, then I suggest that it may be you who has succumbed to fantasy.

My town has been referred to as the city of churches. There is practically one around every corner. Christian Churches too. Can you imagine all of the misery those pushy Christians cause? Just think of all those feeble minds poisoned with the myth of a virgin birth, death, resurrection and ascension to heaven of our Savior. What is it with this promise of everlasting life? Asking people to believe that there just might be something beyond us and this momentary existence?

As if the year around reminder of Christianity is not bad enough, now they have Christmas displays and invitations to participate in and observe Christmas services like Christmas musicals and Christmas Eve Candlelight services. Then there are the annoying Christmas food basket programs, Christmas clothing drives, Angel trees, bell ringers at every store, and neighborhood Christmas caroling. You can hardly move about without someone wishing you a Merry Christmas with a big smiling face. Give them half a chance and they’ll even toss a God bless you in your direction. Then we have to put up with the decorations people hang all over their houses and place in their yards. Some houses even have Manger scenes including a baby Jesus placed right out there in public for anyone to see. Have they no shame? I tell you, it is the height of insensitivity. Who in the blazes do these people think they are? Can’t they just leave the rest of us alone to our self-indulgence?

This time each year when Christians choose to celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ, an entity releases all of the nuts from the fruit cake to challenge that truth. In my circle of friends we recognize that as spiritual warfare. For now in the United States of America, we remain free to celebrate the arrival of our Messiah. If it is your choice, you remain free to do otherwise. Just keep it in your tolerant mind that this time is about the virgin birth. Just as other religions have their observances, this is a Christian celebration.

Hopefully, I’ll be more cheerful in coming posts. May ALL of you have a very blessed and Merry Christmas.

Luke 2.

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No Fat Kid Left Behind

Here in America, our First Lady tells us that we have food deserts. No, not desserts. Deserts.

A food desert, as I understand it, is a place absent grocery stores where parents may buy good healthy stalks of broccoli with which to feed their broods. It is a place devoid of healthy food, but overwhelmed by the inevitable nearby strip of fast food joints where desperate parents, unable to find decent grocery stores, are forced to feed their kids cheeseburgers and fries. Making them fat.

Fast food strips are interesting phenomena here in the land of plenty. Americans are in a hurry. We like the drive through option. First, you might see the golden arches. After that, comes the home of the whopper. Maybe a little later a taco place. Then, a chicken joint followed by two pizzas for under 10 bucks. It is not too complicated to figure out how this works. One of the franchise operations does the market research for the location. When they build and succeed the others soon follow. They rarely lose or go out of business and you can usually walk to one of them from the nearest grocery store – heck, they likely share the same food desert parking lot. Get near a mall or shopping area and in addition to the standard fast food, you come upon sit down fast food places – pasta, burgers, steak and meals like Mom used to make. All of it right near the Wal-Mart Super Center with its big ole grocery store and well-stocked produce section.

I do not know for sure who is losing their minds. Either it is the nannies who want to make our daily menu selections or it is the rest of America. We are a nation that seems to be concerned because there is too much food available – even in the First Lady’s vast food deserts. Is too much available food the real problem? One of us, I am convinced, is full of nachos and jalapeño cheese dip.

Our children are now chubby enough that some of their schools are sending letters home telling Mom and Dad that they have fat kids. As if Mom and Dad had not noticed. Do you reckon they send those letters home with the lineman on the football team? Schools that no longer want to harm the child’s self-esteem by giving them an F for rotten work or by marking their papers with red ink are not overly concerned about telling them they are too fat and therefore not normal. I wonder how that works on the mind –and self-esteem – of today’s typically appearance obsessed 13 year-old girl. Here fatso, take this letter home to your mama. “Hey guys, Jenny got a fatso letter.” Yes, and these are some of the same school districts that want to help fat Jenny get an abortion without telling her parents about it. But fatness, no we cannot have that. Fat is bad for her health.

Here is a wild thought. Can Jenny or Johnny write complete sentences and logical thoughts in the English language without saying “u r fat lol.” Can either of them read at the appropriate grade level? Can either of them solve math problems at the appropriate level? Does either of them know the history of the United States? Can either of them answer simple general science questions? Should that not be the focus of our school systems instead of the child’s body mass index?

Here is another wild thought. Mandatory fitness programs, barring physical disabilities, from grades K through 12. How about making Jenny and Johnny participate in structured, sweaty, muscle fatiguing, physical fitness programs in their public schools? I know that would create make-up and blow dryer issues, but they can adjust. That is how we get the fat off of Jenny and make her healthy.

Sending a fat kid letter home to Mom and Dad could help, but only if it weighed 25 pounds and we strapped in on Jenny’s back and made her walk it home.

I suddenly have an odd craving for a chili dog and cheese fries. You know, it is hard to find a good chili dog these days. Chili dog deserts, now there’s a real crisis. Maybe we can get the First Lady to work on that.

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Restoring Sanity?

Comedy Central’s faux news men John Stewart and Steven Colbert held a rally in Washington DC on October 30, 2010. They called it the restoring sanity rally. It is just what America needs- two more half-wits attempting to restore sanity. The half-wit- in -chief and his bevy of half-wit czars along with the two half-wits in charge of Congress could not do it so maybe it was okay for them to take a shot. But, to be fair I do not believe sanity was in the vision statement of the current Washington regime. At least not sanity as it is viewed by those who are actually sane.

I am not sure if the Stewart-Colbert comedy cabal with its union rent-a-crowd actually defined which form of insanity it is from which we need to recover. The liberal’s brand of insanity they endorse or the clinical brand of it that permeates Washington. Again, in fairness, I am not sure there is much of a difference

Maybe it is me who is insane. I do periodically entertain that thought during these self-chats.

If, however, the goal of the comedic duo was the restoration of sanity, maybe it was not such a swell first step to have Yusuf Islam (formerly Cat Stevens) as a featured guest. Yusuf, who was Cat before his conversion to Islam, thought that the fatwa issued calling for the death of Salman Rushdie was a good idea. He supported it. What was Mr. Rushdie’s crime against Islam? He wrote a novel, The Satanic Verses, that was considered blasphemes. If we applied the same mindset here in America, where the half-wits wish to restore sanity, public stoning would necessarily replace baseball as the national pastime and they would be in the on deck circle.

After our comic crusaders for sanity fix Washington, we should put them a Huffington Post purchased union bus and send them out to California. They have an unemployment rate of 12.4% out there. They have a budget deficit of $25.4 billion. They are taxing and regulating businesses out of the state. They will not confront their illegal immigration problem, which costs them $9 billion a year. To fix the problems facing their state, they once again elected Jerry Moonbeam Brown to the governorship. They sent Barbara “don’t call me ma’am” Boxer back to the Senate and they blessed America with San Fran Nan Pelosi. If you banged those three heads together you could not produce a single spark of sanity. Californians selected the people who created their problems to fix their problems – now that is insanity.

While out there on the left coast, maybe they can find out for us why California’s sane would want to legalize pot and ban the happy meal? Are doobies better for the children than cheeseburgers and French fries? Oh, I forgot about the initiative to ban circumcision. Reckon the cops could check for that when the pull you over for talking on the phone and not wearing your seatbelt. I wonder if our sanity cops, Stewart and Colbert, have a sanity red phone. We need to call them and tell them to get on the first thing smokin’, well maybe not smokin’, toward California.

Maybe we can get them to work on this one too. The next time Colbert has an in-depth discussion about world affairs with the dude that lives in the Whitehouse, he can make sure that the dude-in-chief understands that Iran is a rouge state. Arizona is not.

I know that our warriors of wit are going to be busy trying to restore sanity, but I would ask them to make one stopover in Oklahoma on their way west. They can put their arms around Judge Vicki Miles-LaGrange and explain that Sharia law may work just fine for Islam, but it does not quite gel with the United States Constitution – or anything American for that matter. But that brings me back to where I started this self-chat. Maybe I will see if I can find Peace Train on ITunes

Maybe it is me who is insane. Hee-hee. I’m going to go work on the bunker.

© 2010

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