Part and Parcel

  What is peace? Isn't it to be free from worry? I mean when you get right down to it, it really is simple isn't it? Free of worry about the silly things like how your hair looks, right on up those matters of importance, including the impending death of someone you love. Worry enters life is is a part of everyones life, every moment of every day, worry is a human condition. 

  Yeah, and as for me, I've decided, peace is being free from worry. Imagine no worries, no wondering how we are to pay this months bills, worries about all kinds of things., and they can come at you at any moment. Bits of insecurity have a way of appearing at the most impromptu and unwelcome time. Unlike our animal friends, you can see it as a blessing, or you might consider it a curse? Depending on your perception at that moment. 

  Now here is the point that I am trying to make, True peace, complete peace, no worry of any kind forever, The place I'm talking about of course, is Heaven. One of the many great blessings in heaven is eternal peace. And because you have eons of time to consider the truths about all things. You can only do it with a clean heart, one without worry. 

  You see, life like the other side of death is eternal. Most of you will reject this, because it is written in the book of Life. I'm not much of a math guy, so figuring the odds, what will be the ratio? 10%, 15%, who knows for sure. But what we do know is, that by way of the mob, is to choose to ignore the Living God of us all. I can't understand it? They make fun of our simple faith, when in reality, it takes a million times more faith to believe in nothing, (evolution), than it does to believe in a superior intellect. Evolution occurs as knowledge increases, and again, thats what separates us from the animals. 

One nation under God

  God I love this country, and I am saddened deeply by what I see. I see a people who are moving towards doing what no nation on earth could dream of doing, and that is to destroy this great land. A house divided cannot stand, you have probably heard that somewhere before. We are busy eating ourselves alive, while outside our borders,  death and mayhem are everywhere. As for the prophetic side of things, I have been so saddened, that I went to see how a similar event in history compared to this our time. I went to the book of Jeremiah in the bible. Jeremiah was known as the weeping prophet because, he cried because of what was going to happen to his nation and their people if they did not turn from the way they were going. He cried because the Lord had told him, that if they didn't heed the warnings that he gave them from Him, that not only would the nation fall, but all of it's people would be taken off to Babylon, with most to be used as slaves. Not only did the people ignore his warnings, but they also ridiculed him also, and that couldn't have felt too good. 

  As for myself, I'm not a cryer, I get mad at the situation. The hardest part to except of the Serenity Prayer is excepting the things you can't change. This weekend in Boston, I saw a glimmer of hope, as even though there were a few instances where the the morons turned to violence, for the most part, it was a peaceful demonstration from both sides. Who knows, maybe a common respect and dialogue will begin?  

  This country must come together, we must learn to agree to disagree at times, but also to put away all thoughts of violence. It is not news to any of you that the world is a very dangerous place. We, all of us, no matter our political views must come together as one people again. Because if we choose to remain stubborn, and choose instead to embrace the ways of division, I just can't help but wonder who our Babylon will be?  

We The People

  Just think of the power of those three words. They are so simple that they are interchangeable in any order, and the meaning is still the same, It is about us, we are the people that the Constitution talks about. . Our representatives in Washington are supposed to do what we tell them. We the people have the true power, not them! and some how, this has become reversed. Our power is diminished when we are no longer one people. Like him or hate him, you must admit that Donald Trump being elected president is by far and away the greatest political upset in American politics, perhaps the world? Everyone, myself included for a while, didn't take him seriously, and certainly thought he'd have no chance against the old Chicago regime, who had promised Hillary that it was her turn. Certainly all of the elitists looked upon it as a joke, The sheep like press reporting on the certainty they gained from those they worship. Have you noticed that lately the star power for those who look to stand up for the left has reached the bottom of the barrel? 

  Rosie O'Donald, Lena Dunham, Who? They are egg plants. If you were to join their brains, you couldn't run a forty watt bulb for more than three seconds. The people I really worry about are those who are stupid enough to listen to these two morons. Check it out kids, its only a publicity stunt, done for clicks, done to become relevant again. Trust me on this, when it comes to their kind, wisdom is far from them, it scares them, because wisdom is full of truth. It isn't really their fault, these kids who actually believe this tripe, they have been programmed from their youth. I'll give you a personal story that will prove how our children can become so dumb. The wife and I went to a Winter recess play. Winter recess, it used to be called the Christmas holiday, for you old timers out there. The play in which the children sung of course, did not have one true Holliday song in it. I mean I could see possibly leaving Oh Holy Night out, but no Jingle bells, no Rudolf the red nosed reindeer? Disgusted, I left the auditorium to walk the halls of the elementary school. Posters everywhere, but about things like, the proper foods to eat, tons of ones about bullying, all that was missing were the warning signs to obey. Not a Christmas tree or a snowman to be found. There was no warmth in these halls, they were stark, to be honest, it scared me. I thought to myself, not only have they taken Christ out of Christmas, but my grand children were being brain washed. 

   I got ahead of myself here, so let me make the point short. By electing Donald Trump when so much was against him is an historic moment. Know why? Because we, the people, remember us? We came to the ballot box and voted for him. He waded through seventeen professional politicians, somewhat rudely at times, but he beat them all. Then he takes on the sure winner, the next in line as decided by the elitists, Hillary. and he made her look like a fool. What happened, they screamed, how can this be?!? It was the true power exerting itself. It was us, the People. They work from both sides now to divide us. Want to know another power you have? This one is about business. As consumers, each time we choose one product over another, we voting for the company that made that product. TV ratings is what drives advertising prices, and that is how these networks make their money. If they offer nothing but the beliefs of the left, change the channel! Power to the people, because that is what our form of government is for. Not to give over our individual freedom to any King or Queen, and certainly not from a bunch of snobby elitists, who probably have not done an honest day's work in years. In a way I feel sorry for them, as they too are like sheep, they too must toe the line, thats why most of them haven't had an original thought it years. 

Confessions of a Male Chauvinist

  So a funny thing happened to me on my way to the pools. The 2008 one is the one I'm thinking of. I've told you in the past that I voted for Barack Obama, but that is only half true. I voted for him in the primary for two basic reasons. First, Hillary I knew was bad news, as she has been around forever. In fact, I knew that Hillary left more than just bad press clippings in her wake, but also a few dead bodies. Besides that bit of reasoning, I thought that the election of a white woman before a black man, would be the final slap in the face to the black community in general, and to black men in particular. 

  But in the general election, I voted for McCain, even though he didn't have a chance. I knew it for sure when team Obama was complaining about the way that the McCain team was unfairly accusing Mr. Obama of being inexperienced and very weak on national defense. Ultimately, team McCain did in fact soften on Obama's weak kneed approach to all things military. I knew then that he would lose.   Now fast forward to today. In today's climate of victimhood, surely such thinking would have made the radical left feminists to label me as a sexist. But ladies please, call me a male chauvinist, hell, I admit that, but a sexist? It sounds so violent. 

  What brought all this to mind was that I had put up a musical post from Van Morrison's album, The Philosopher's Stone. But I took it down this morning because get this, PC speak had gotten me too! I am duly ashamed of myself, but there you have it. It was afterall, Father's day, and so the piece was decidedly masculine. I can't remember most of it, but I touched on what it means to be a man, and the responsibility that comes with it.  Obviously, I think very few if any, would disagree that the absence of a father in a family is devastating, it was one of the greatest ills in our society. Boys who are raised without a dad or a solid male role model are ten times more likely to get in trouble than those boys with a father. While thinking of a way to close this one out, I thought about the young men and boys who didn't have that influence in their lives.  But then at the end, it got personal for me, as in my mind I was speaking to one young man who some of you might know if I were to name him, but I won't. I said to this young man that even though he is convinced that he doesn't have a father, he does. A father who loves him and cares about his life. I said to him, Don't worry son, you have a dad. Now of course I include girls and young women also, in short, all children need fathers. And to you young men out there. It doesn't take a man to make a baby, it takes a man to raise that son or daughter.    

The attack of the machines

  In case it isn't too hard for some of you to think of the violent take over of the machines we created to eventually turn against us, like in the movie, The Terminator. Let me point out to you that the subtleness of our total dependence on them is well under way. Our absolute obsession to be the first on your block to own the newest and fastest hand held computer/phone, is both sad and funny. I watch as people rush to give away more of themselves to these machines.  Their privacy, and yes, in extreme cases, they give away their very lives to these machines, and so willingly. I know that many of you view me as just an angry old man trying to stave off the onslaught of these devices, and you would be both right and wrong about it, both at the same time. Its true that they have already begun to take over, and that I do my best to fight it, but I am not angry about what I see going on in this situation, but rather sad, and a little scared too. Make no mistake, big brother is already watching, we past that milestone in the Obama years, even though the potential for such abuse was there before his administration. The question is, Can we stop it? The answer to that is no, nor should we when the computers are used for medical and scientific reasons, and in that way, are indispensable.

  But as for its offshoot, the social internet, that is a whole other matter. The social internet exists for one reason and one reason only, and that is to sell. It is one huge selling machine. Having been taken on three different occasions for a total of $1,250 dollars, Two fifty for a concert seat scam, the other $1,000 wasted on two so called Christian self publish companies. Wolves in sheep's clothing types for those of you who know scripture. If you remember nothing else from this article, remember these two old true sayings, One, Nothing is for free, and two, If it sounds too good to be true, it is. Lessons I relearned online. I'm pretty street smart, and in one on one personal encounters, I can spot the schemers and the hustlers a mile off, but when dealing with the faceless and dead computers? Well, like I admitted, they already got me once, they won't again. There was one other time, and that with a stock advice company. But that was more of a salesman lying to make a commission. 

But quickly now, they, ( the computer giants), do two things to you the consumer. First, you must submit to training for whatever device you choose to use. Knowing full well that the average person, no matter your age, will need their help. Via planned obsolescence, wherein you need the next upgrade or app, or, to keep just enough a secret, so that you are totally dependent on them, either way, they win, and you the buyer whose hard earned dollars have made these few men so incredibly rich and powerful, are at their mercy. Either way, no matter how you look at it, we have reached that tipping point where we are more dependent on them, than are they of us.  And if that doesn't scare you in some way, it should. 

DAMN!

  Every time I think I'm out they pull me back in. If you are sick of hearing that line so often I can't blame you, as it gets used a lot. But it is a good quote, I use it too from time to time, and this is one of those times.  

  Politics, god how I hate the filth that has become politics! I have tried so hard to stay away from it, but like it or not, here I am again. So let's talk about the press. But only as a fictional account, as the story line was to be me interviewing members of the press. Me the interviewer, and them the interviewee. The two I have chosen for my little fantasy interview, was little CuckieTodd and Chris Matthews. I would love a one on one with the chief honcho over at NBC news, but he'd never have the nerve to face me. So, I'm a working type guy, the hell with the boss, and we'll use the lowly reporter. Nose to the grindstone feretting out the real story type of guys! Just kidding, C'mon, smile, this is Chuck and Chris. They aren't real news men, they are the puppets on the strings that other people pull. Now Chuckie I kinda like because he looks like one of my son's buddies, but Chris? There was a time when you were good, but now? But lets not feel too sorry for the lad, because when I think of these two clowns I see one as my son's buddies whose a nut, and as for Chris, this ones for you homo phobial PC'ers. Early into the first term, someone put up a placard on the internet with Chis and some other guy dressed as girl cheerleaders. I can't help it. Every time I see him on TV, thats the picture I see in my mind. And you know what I found out? Its very hard to take seriously a man dressed in a tu-tu.

I was a teenage liar,

  Back in the days when I was a liar, I was one of the best. To be a great liar, you must remember the chronology of each thread you spun in your web of lies. As time goes by and the circumstances change after the initial lie was told, it requires that you lie all the more to keep the first one covered. Like a spider, the liar must spin more and more lies, creating layer upon layer the longer the truth is to remain hidden. 

  But the truth will always out at some point, and when liars are exposed, their reactions are predictable and almost always the same. Usually, the first reaction is to blame someone else, it is never the liar's fault. Rather than finally come clean and admit their guilt, the next step is the excuses which are many. But when all else fails, and the excuses don't change things in their favor, the liar will look to the last resort, I call it the "poor me" syndrome, where the liar now caught and exposed will look for sympathy. The honor that truth brings is foreign to their DNA. 

  Liars are by nature egotistical and self centered, selfish in a word. I know, because when I was a liar, I was a great liar, my ego convincing me that I was smarter than everyone else. The plain truth about lying is that with all the scheming and speech filtration necessary to be good at it, it is exhausting and a drain on your brain, sapping you of most of your mental power. 

  Now that I am a truth teller, I can tell you from personal experience, that it is hard to be a good liar but easy to tell the truth. No scheming and planning is necessary, you just say what's on your mind. It isn't as difficult as you might think once you get the hang of it. Afterall, it is natural to lie, as like a child's first reaction when asked, Who broke the lamp? But believe me, just by being able to speak the truth openly is freeing. It brings peace where lying brings stress. Try the truth, I promise you it will set you free!