Leonard Cohen - Did I Ever Love You (Lyric Video)

My name is Ed

  A letter to Chuck and Nancy. Hi guys, my name is Ed, and I am a retired working man, carpenter by trade, my dad was a working man before me, he was a truck driver. I was born and raised in New Jersey, as was my father before me, but I have a goodly amount of pure midwestern blood in me also, as I'm as American as you can get. You represent the adult side of the Democratic party, as you are old enough to not only know the truth, but to have lived much of it. Nance, is it so hard to not see past party whatever that party does? What happened to civility? Chuck. What is up with you, have you given yourself over to a movement that would have your integrity in a bag like so many marbles? Man up man and lead! 

  In case you haven't figured it out, I am Mr. Everyday, just a middle class working stiff, and I am why Hillary Clinton lost. I am every man woman and child that this once great party called it's own. It looks very likely that your party is considering a new moniker for the party, Socialist/Democrat. You know, because you are old enough to know, that socialism always leads to tyranny of one kind or another. Lead your party back to a bipartisan middle because that is what the people want.  

Letter to America

  Where are you my love, what has become of you? Where else should I look for solace when you reject me? I sit here and I watch while you tear yourself apart, renting yourself in two. Why? 

  Have you considered what you will do once you have cast off your first love completely? Questions, they come and they go, but the answers now come from opinions, while the facts go on wanting. 

  Hm, I'm writing this, or I was, while my last musical post played in the background. Mood music, mood indigo. If that one didn't make you think, Well.. Maybe you should consider dumb?   

Faith

  If you were to be asked the definition of faith, what would be your answer? The dictionary tells us that, Faith is, confidence or trust in a person or a thing. Belief in God. A system of religious belief. Certainly this is as good an explanation as possible for a word for something intangible and unseen. We can also glean from Webster's description that faith and belief are synonymous and interchangeable, as both words describe the same type of action. As with any action, there are degrees of faith. On one end, there is little faith, a kind of I'll give it a try type faith. On the other end of the spectrum is blind faith, as when you sit down in a chair without thinking of whether it will hold you or not. Seeing as how the dictionary placed so much of its definition on God and religion, lets see the bible's definition. 

  Hebrews, chapter one, verse one. Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, in the evidence of things not seen. You may not be able to see faith, but its end result is clear. The person you offered that comfortable chair to and sat down in faith, is either comfortably seated, or sprawled out on the floor. So then, seeing as Faith is the subject, and because the dictionary placed the onus of faith's definition with God and religion, let us add one more element to the discussion. That word being Truth. Most people think that the truth is subjective. In other words, what is true for me may not be true for you. But in matters of great importance, after the subject has been danced all around, in the end, the talk means nothing if the subject matter is an Absolute truth, it either is true or it isn't. Such a subject of course is the existence of a supreme intellect, the existence of God. He either exists or he doesn't. 

  For myself, God has never been more real to me than he is now, as I have seen many proofs. Admittedly, it took me a long time to accept it myself as I am a man of logic and something must make sense to me logically before I can pursue it any further. For most of my life I considered myself what most people are today, an agnostic. Agnosticism is to be a fence sitter, an arrogance that says to the person, I am well versed on both sides of the subject and I'm still weighing it in my mind. The hidden arrogance in such a statement is a way of concealing their cowardice when it comes to a decision. Believe it or not, the way to make the existence of God a reality to such non deciders is not in the ancient scriptures, but in a common sense point of view as to where we are today, with our fascination with all things computer. All of these machines came to be, not on their own, but by highly skilled engineers and coders. By a living intellect that is higher than the computers, (the created), but rather by their designers. (the creators). 

When you think of it logically, it is obvious, and after all is said and done, what are your choices. God and intelligent design, or evolution, that depends on happenstance and luck. Faith is the subject right? It takes a lot more faith to believe in a theory, which is false on so many levels, than it does to believe in a creator, God. If evolution is your choice, keep Lou Reed's lyrics in mind when he says, It takes a truckload of faith to get by.    

Eastern Star

  The importance of the East is referenced throughout the Bible. Indeed, from Genesis to Revelation, from beginning to end, all things important to the truth, all make reference to importance of the East. In Genesis, the two lovers sinned and ate of the tree of the knowledge. And at that moment, were introduced to the existence of another train of thought, that of evil. That bit of knowledge must have been seen as a small matter to the two at that time. But once evil entered the minds of men, it became like a small nodule seemingly unimportant at the time. But that small nodule was dangerous, and it has spread like a cancer in mankind, making the whole body sick. 

  When the Lord God kicked Adam and Eve out of the garden, he placed a cherubim at the East gate of the garden to protect the "Tree of Life" from their access forever. Back then, the Tree physically existed near the Euphrates river, and it is this same river that is referenced by John of Patmos as he scribed the Revelations of Jesus Christ. In these revelations, as found in chapter 16, we are told of the seven bowels of God's wrath that will be poured out upon the earth, the sixth being poured down from heaven directly on this same Euphrates river. 

  The Eastern Star which shined so brightly in the beginning, is the same star which shined even brighter on the night of His berth, is there now, and will be there, until the end of this age.     

Baseball Too

  The stadium opened it's doors around twelve, as a gift to their fans, their base if you will. They came early to suck it all in, to bask in the early morning's sun, to watch which of their players are getting in some early work, and of course, in the hope that they might score an autograph. Most of the platers who were in the field, did oblige the die hards signing autographs. It occurred to me, that this early group a couple of hundred strong I'd estimate, was an accurate barometer as to all of the fans who will be at tonight's game, a crowd that will be loud and eager to help push their team to a game one victory at home. But they fill this place to overfill not only for their team, but for their game. People of every type, many different counties of origin, people from different cultures, all coming together as one, all to scream against the sky, all for the love of the game. In our baseball stadiums across this great land, people in the different cities all go through similar celebration and excitement. The reason is for individual teams of course, but the people come for much more than a mere simple game, they come to bask in the glory of a summer's day, they come to watch the best of our beloved game, but mostly they come because human beings are drawn to purity, and although our backgrounds are different, we are drawn to the celebration of purity, and cherish the grounds these games are played on, as these being pure are sacred. People of all type and color, people of differing beliefs. Many different people, united as one. E Pluribus Unum Whether their team wins or loses, they have come to watch as the best of our game make us proud to be a part. Yes ladies and gentlemen, we may be many, we may root for different teams, but when it comes to our game, we look forward to the thrills and chills that come when we gaze upon people who strive to be worthy of the game that has given them so much. More than just huge amounts of money, but rather of a new spirit, the spirit of freedom! They have come here to witness greatness, they have come here to witness the high drama that awaits them, and they wait to watch history being made right before their eyes, but they are more than just watchers of history, they are part of it. God bless our great game, and God bless the United states of America!  

Baseball, the great American Parable

  This is a good time to be writing about baseball, as today is travel day for the two teams, and  they leave behind the icy chill of a New England evening's fall chill, and ready themselves to play the next three scheduled games at the Dodger's home park in the warmth and sun of southern California. Boston leads the series two games to none, having won both of the opening games at their home field at Fenway. But this not about the actual games, but rather as a way of using the game as if it were America. I wrote a little note on my home page about baseball and this World Series in the hope that some would comment on their views of the game. But of course, as usual, no one did. But I digress. Even though like all of us, I have my biases', which, left to themselves, would have me root for one team over the other. Even though things like my natural desire to root for the American league over the National league tug at me some times, for the most part, I have remained agnostic about this game. Of course if my Yankees were playing, then all such constraints would be long gone! What I'd be happy with at this time is a well played game, one played for team rather than self, and may the best team win. For those of you who are unsure what a parable is, it is much like a metaphor but different. Still confused? Sorry. Everything from this sentence on will be talking about baseball's biggest game, but it is really about America at it's best. 

  Hello everyone, it's Clark Kent, your mild mannered sports announcer for WNFF radio, 99.9 on your FM dial. As most of you already know, Boston is up two games to zip, and I know that the Dodgers are very happy to return to LA, and that warm California sun. I've been here at the park early this morning, as a combination of my press pass and hot coffee and an egg sandwich made the security guy at the gate much more understanding of our little group. We didn't get set up until a little while ago, but right now its 12 noon here, and 9AM where you are. Ah the wonder of radio. When we got in a little after 9:30, a small group of players worked  honing their skills, and we marveled at their dedication as the game isn't until tonight. But being just a new start-up station, we spent a lot of time watching the crews from Fox Sports set up the cameras and sets. A lot of work, but pretty cool to watch. The stadium decided to open its gates for the early bird fans at twelve, and a small group of a couple of hundred seemed to appear out of nowhere. As I watched them, I noticed, that so much like the country itself, there were so many different types of people. Like a microcosm of tonight's crowd that will undoubtedly be jammed to the rafters. (End part one)