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Blogs I Like
Note: "right" either means this blogger is correct or that they lean right. I know what I mean by it. How do you take it?
- RG in The Low Country!(Right)
- Mackers World(Right)
- Ric and Georgina at Release The Hounds!(Right)
- RN at Dead Republican Presidents!
- Kat, sometimes in pajamas!
- Madtom at ThisFuckingWar! (Right)
- Michael J. Totten sets things straight!(Right)
- Maxedoutmama is a research Goddess!(Right)
- Andrightlyso! smacks on idiots!(Right)
- Where's Your Brain?(Right)
- Warm'n'fuzzy conserva-puppies>(Right)
- Crymeariverbend2 has a gnarly truth stick!(Right)
- Jeffrey at IBC is HQ for Iraqi bloggings(Right)
- The Sandmonkey cuts through the APU!(Right)
- The Lone Ranger
A Man of Rare Integrity! (Right)
- Out of the Ashes(Right)
- Tazmedic(Right) (Read the archives!)
- Amandarin(Right) (A clever friend from the other side of the street)
- Literal Lunacy
A Most Beloved Friend!
The Other Side Of The Street
(for NY Libs)
The name say it all
See? I told you I had a liberal friend!!!
I can still feel the wet football in my hands as the rain poured down and I hiked the ball to C.B. Blocking Chris McPhee to keep him off of C.B. as my little brother ran a slant pattern, outrunning chris's little brother kenneth to catch the ball and head for the endzone, which was actually anything beyond the white concrete gutter that ran across our road. I could feel the lateness of the afternoon, knowing we could play until the street lights came on, and life seemed content, our jobs of being children were secured, for now.
Then we grew up. Now I have a son of my own, his life very unlike mine. Always in constant contact with authority figures via his cell phone. His days planned out sometimes, with play dates and errands to be run with his mother. His childhood less of a child hood and more of a controlled schedule, much like a celebrity or political figure of some importance. Our children now are too valauble to be left to their own devices I guess. Or are we too fearful of our lack of parenting skills, the same lack of parenting skills our parents were sure they lacked, to let our precious snowflakes live a life of their choosing, hoping that between their natural intelligence and and those few skills we have imparted and the warnings we have given them over their few short years that they can make decent enough decisions to survive on their own without us hovering overhead, constantly getting updates as to where they are, who they're with and what time will they be back and do they need a ride?
Why have we become so fearful of our world, so unsure of our kids abilities to make good choices that we simply feel we aren't being a good parent unless we are there to stop them from making a mistake?
Mistakes are how we learn. We learned how to build ramps to jump bikes by learning which design worked and which didn't and yes, sometimes we got hurt. But nobody sued. We learned how to climb trees by climbing trees, and yes sometimes we got hurt, but nobody sued. We learned how to settle our differences, sometimes by fighting, and yes sometimes we got hurt, but nobody sued.
We learned a lot growing up. By dealing with each other and learning the skills which help you get along in the rel world. We learned the art of compromise, and when that failed we learned the art of persuasion. When that failed we learned the last resort was fighting. But always, after the fight, friends made up, agreements were reached and we moved on as friends once again.
How I long for those halcyon days of youth, unfettered by workaday concerns to be passed along to my son. So he would know a childhood unencumbered by such worldy issues as border security, taxes, islam. Instead he is indoctrinated in PCBS, multicultural claptrap and taught untruths and slanted lies. His chil;dhood is being stolen from him by an ideology (or is it idiotology?) that states critical thinking is a hate crime, all cultures are equal and making judgments against anyone other than "rich white men" will not be tolerated.
The carefree days of my youth are long gone, replaced with the sure knowledge that those in power are usurping our children, indoctrinating them into this new world order think, against the wishes of the vast hordes of American Patriots who understand it was not thievery or imperialism that got us here but unfettered liberty. That free men working to better their own lives will raise up the community. That all boats rise together.
I fear someday one of those memories about his youth will manifest in my sons head when the weather changes just for a moment, transporting him back to cherished memories and I wonder what he will feel in that millisecond.
Will it bring a smile to his face? Or will the fear mongering indoctrination of lurking disaster and class warfare bring a worried frown to his forehead as he digests those memories and what they meant to him then, and what they mean now?
My memories of then were pure childhood bliss. In context of years gone by that's how they should have been, and our children today know less of the freedom of being a child running free in a reasonably safe world because we know more of the dangers of living in a world full of dangers. Those dangers were always there, but we were trusted to not go with strangers, not to commit crimes and to be a good kid. It didnt always work out, because youth is for learning boundries. Childrens boundries today are too confining, and they learn precious little of the skills which would let them grow into functioning adults capable of muddling their way through life.
We do our children a disservice by clinging so tightly. We are creating a generation of offspring who are incapable of making good decisions or following a moral path simply because it is the right thing to do. They are told "do whatever feels good" and when things fall apart they are told "it's not your fault."
We are failing our children by refusing to stand against those who push this claptrap. Confront them and their only argument is "you're racist/hateful/ignorant/hate children" and a whole host of other labels those who cannot think logically attempt to place on those of us who realize life is a dangerous place, nobody gets out alive and sometimes bad luck happens.
Let the chips fall where they may. Let the consequences be meted out in justice. Let those who can succeed, succeed and let those who fail, fail. It is the way of life.
Down the other path is assured ruin as the formerly free citizens of this great country become nothing more than animals in a zoo, unable to fend for themselves and dependent on their masters in D.C.
As for me my kid can stay out until the street lights come on, climb trees, build forts and crash his bike on a ramp which proved to be structurally unsound, for only then will he learn
Liberty will always trump well meaning servitude. Liberty leads to greatness and freedom unhinged and success for those who produce. Well meaning servitude leads to despair, destruction and dependency on a hand that might not always be so benevolent.
So which for you?
I know my choice, and am willing to fight for it. Are those so enamored with servitude willing, or even capable, of fighting for their beliefs?
I'd wager they aren't.
Built in grandeur in the days of yore
Once a stately manse of wealth
It's been beaten by the harsh sea shore
Once it shone as such a treasure
Time has torn the shine away
Now the treasure of the cottage
Sits safely in the walls these days
For within those tattered walls
So badly in need of painters aid
Sit rocking slowly, two old lovers
Their debt to men and God full paid
They raised good children, saved the country
Paid their taxes and their dues
She sits knitting in her rocker
He sits painting his own muse
They steal glances and caresses
Sweet nothings flit between their lips
His knee aches from cold in winter
She has trouble with her hips
Time is chasing these old lovers
Aches and pains they constant bear
She brings him coffee every morning
Every night he'd brush her hair
The kids come round at Christmas time
To offer seasons greeting up
In memory of long lost friends
A toast they offer in a cup
To better times when health we had
When clothing fit us like a glove
When Easter offered our salvation
And all we needed was our love
Someday soon the pair will pass
And in some, memories will fade
But God will not forget this couple
Nor the cottage of love they made
Love is timeless, manifested
In art, or cottages or lives
Few know love makes God smile
And causes angels wistful sighs
Love cures all, and love is power
Love can make you truly see
Even if it's only living
In an old worn cottage by the sea
I hope so.
If the powers that be in D.C. have forgotten who owns and runs this country (which seems to be the case) perhaps some pols swinging from lampposts or dragged through the streets behind pickup trucks might serve to remind them. They refuse to listen to us, overstep their Constitutional bounds at will and now have become so brazen that even stealing the private accounts of the citizenry is not outside of their consideration.
Hopefully something so brazen and illegal will cause those who still support them to stand up and finally join the ranks of those who have said "enough."
As for me I only have one thing to say. Keep your powder dry.