Thursday, January 22, 2015

ISIS and Roe v Wade

Isis we
(by R.P.Edwards)

Isis kills
And we're aghast!
The innocents
They've slayed
But we, my friend
Have murdered more
OUR "faith"
 Roe v Wade

It's the anniversary of Roe v Wade; the "landmark" decision by the Supreme Court that gave the "Okay to slay."

A new twist: we (as the above poem points out) are aghast at a group of individuals who, in the name of their god, have no problem slaughtering others who, by our "civilized" standards...are innocent. Yes, we, the level-headed and freedom-loving West, cannot fathom such "evil." 

However, it should be pointed out that there is ANOTHER realm/kingdom, that looks on at OUR actions with greater disgust. For we--civilized and educated and enlightened "we"--have no problem with filling the halls of "heaven" with the spirits of the babies we have murdered because seven "men" aspired to godhood.

It's almost funny if you think about it. "We're" troubled by some Islamic zealots beheading children, when, just down the street in good ol' America little babies--millions upon millions of them--are ripped to shreds and their parts sold to grave robbers. On that note, a saying comes to mind: When those who harvest pigs are asked what is "used" from the animal; they often reply..."Everything but the squeal." If the question would be asked to the abortionist and, by extension, to we who allow such barbarity, the answer might be..."Everything but the cry to God."

Enough said. Following are a couple quotes: Justice Byron White's dissent of the damnable ruling, and Jefferson's thoughts about another evil that has the same parent. 

I find nothing in the language or history of the Constitution to support the Court's judgment. The Court simply fashions and announces a new constitutional right for pregnant women and, with scarcely any reason or authority for its action, invests that right with sufficient substance to override most existing state abortion statutes. The upshot is that the people and the legislatures of the 50 States are constitutionally disentitled to weigh the relative importance of the continued existence and development of the fetus, on the one hand, against a spectrum of possible impacts on the woman, on the other hand. As an exercise of raw judicial power, the Court perhaps has authority to do what it does today; but, in my view, its judgment is an improvident and extravagant exercise of the power of judicial review that the Constitution extends to this Court. Justice Byron White

Indeed I tremble for my country when I reflect that God is just, that his justice cannot sleep forever.
Thomas Jefferson


Monday, January 19, 2015

Ted Olson vs Martin Luther King Jr


Say it
(by R.P.Edwards)

Say it like you mean it
Say it like it's true
Say it like it's always been
That ignorance "Is you"
Say it from the higher ground
Say you're heaven's voice
Say that none will suffer
If the "victims" have this choice
Say our fears are meaningless
Say our thoughts arcane
Say it from the prophet's perch
Invoke the hallowed names
Say it till you sway us
Say till all believe
Say it till destruction comes
For "say it" means...deceive

First of all, welcome back to the Fox News Channel (from we Dish subscribers). I was in the final stages of switching. 

Speaking of Fox: I watched a Fox News Sunday segment yesterday (youtube link); a debate (well, not a debate; more a gentle questioning) involving Ted Olson and Tony Perkins over the coming querying by the court over the same-sex issue and the fourteenth amendment. Many judges have been adding their "amen" to the new/old sexual tangent; but there are a few holdouts. Supposedly the highest court will try to solve this conundrum which they themselves are the authors of.

Well, I've written on this sort of thing before; (Not the Same, Chris Wallace, NO!! and probably a few more somewhere), but, on this important memorial, and even though my chalky complexion may lessen my standing; let me just comment that I tire of the endless comparison of the plight of gays to those of African descent. Imagine equating the horrific treatment done to a whole race due to an unchangeable skin pigmentation (murders, assaults, rapes, cruel and inhumane treatment done on a societal level), to those whose "minority status" is defined by "affection" and sexual rubbing. It's absurd...and offensive. words mean nothing. Less than nothing. I only hope some whose platform is more recognizable have the courage to stand up and speak. The institution of God-ordained and defined marriage needs protecting. So too the legacy of those who literally gave right the injustices brought to mind this day.


Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Goodbye Dish Network!

(by R.P.Edwards)

It's called a "Separation"
That's what our parents say
But dad's no longer with us
And mom is sad all day
My mom's name is Dish Network
And dad's name is Fox News
And since they're "separated"
We children have the blues

I was thaaaat close! (picture index finger and thumb a millimeter apart) to cancelling my subscription: Subscription to Dish Network that is. Why? Because of the "war" with Fox News. I'm a Bill and Megyn fan, and I'm rather fond of the whole bunch (even the "lefters"), but this "negotiation" is getting on my nerves and, to top it off! I, also being a HUGE Huckabee fan (Huckabee 2016!), I missed the "final" show because of...the war.

Anyway, I hope mom and dad settle they're differences soon. I've paid for another month due to the wishes of "other than Fox" watchers. But, if things are not resolved by then...Roku is looking pretty good.

The Fake Trio has something to say on the subject. Enjoy:


Monday, December 22, 2014

Hi-Ho Silver Bells

Of Christmas
(by R.P.Edwards

Christmas at
Its smallest part
Is a child's faith
And a Father's 

I had originally titled it, "Hi Ho Silver-bells," but the St Louis Post Dispatch gave it the moniker shown below. The year was 1998 and the powers that be at said periodical were kind enough to print the story on Christmas Day. I was grateful then. I'm grateful now. 

It's a true story; an episode in this writer's life and, if I'm not mistaken, it was 1994. What brought it to mind is that in the recent searching for "something" else (how often does this happen?) I ran across an item I wasn't searching for...a copy of this story. Being reacquainted with the words and the memories I thought perhaps new eyes and hearts might find encouragement in the lines. So, in this festive season for most, and especially for those whose spirits are on a more somber is a simple gift. Please enjoy; find encouragement; and may God richly bless you and yours this holiday season...and beyond.


Christmas Joy from a 2-bit pony ride
(by Robert P. Edwards)

There we were, my two-year-old daughter and I, the day before Christmas, crammed into a department store lobby. All around us the last minute, "Gotta buy it! Gotta buy something...even if I have to run over YOU to do it!" yuletide feeding frenzy swirled and pressed relentlessly against us. For some reason I had been sent out for a last minute do-dad and, having weathered the maddening isles and the raucous registers, we had nearly escaped when the dark-colored, "I know your kid will see me," plastic pony beckoned my innocent miniature. And I, being the obedient parental "sucker," proceeded to feed the merry-go-round thoroughbred its costly race horse fodder...2 bits.

Christmas. Memories include lying in bed, early 25th. I, a mere tot, excitedly waiting for reveille. I didn't want to catch Santa in the act, so I waited...and waited. Then, as was our family custom, breakfast had to be eaten before presents were orderly distributed and shucked.

I remember the night before...Christmas Eve. We would sleepily (the kids anyway) attend "Midnight Mass." None of that "day before" stuff. If you were going to church on "Christmas," well, by golly, its going to be on Christmas proper! After the service Mom and Pop would allow us to open our "hung by the chimney with care" stockings. Among the interesting trinkets contained therein I could always count on finding a variety of chocolate. My favorites were the "Bells." Real milk chocolate, mind you; not that imitation "waxy" junk. And a netted bag of gold-foil coins.

But, that was years ago. Now I was "Pop" and, although "money" is theoretically not the point, it seems to always come down to the "green." And this particular year...there was precious little. I won't go into the gory details, but two weeks before the big day, a collection agency that we thought we had appeased, informed us, with all the delicate charm of a Great White Shark, that they were in the process of litigation. This all happened just as our, "When it gets here we'll buy presents" check from mom and pop arrived. We dutifully turned around and sent our Christmas money to Ebenezer. Despair ruled.

So, there we were. In my arms, my precious Katrina. She, who with childhood innocence was oblivious to the life-draining maelstrom that gripped her father. And, although the "Christmas Spirit" seemed to dance all about, I viewed it with the eyes of a foreigner, an outcast, a prisoner looking through iron bars. Too many years of always being behind. Too many years of seeing my spouse travail, and even weep, over finances. Too many years of relying on the charity of others. Too many years.

"Maybe I can't give you everything...but I can give you this." 

Gently, I placed my darling on her waiting noble steed. She joyfully gripped the reins and bid him go. And, with the drop of the coin...she was off!

Then, and I'm not exactly sure how, but something amazing happened. For, you see, out of this arcade animal came not the short-lived tinny tune--a ten second loop with a 30 second life span--that I expected. But rather, from this fiberglass filly poured a beautiful rendition of the William Tell Overture, or, as we laymen say, "The Lone Ranger theme."

On and on it played; the graceful mount with the beautiful girl. Music and laughter in wonderful, glorious harmony. And, as I stood there amazed; I, who moments before was cloaked in the weighted garment of depression; I, the thirty-something failure in pursuit of normalcy...I felt a quickening. It was as if the death-mask I wore was being slowly chipped away by each liberating note. And, by the time the lengthy chorus was completed, I too had joined my ascending eaglet in her flight far above the tempest.

Well, it's been a few years. The horse is gone and our financial state has improved. But, even in the months that followed, when the quarter was dropped with child was never the same. Indeed, it became what I first expected. 

So...what had happened on that special Christmas Eve? What had occurred that made this dead man live again? Believe what you may, but I think it was nothing less than a divine intervention...a gift, if you will, from the one who was born to bear our burdens; from the one who offers hope to the hopeless, and rest to the weary. Him, my Savior, on this blessed occasion, I say, "Happy Birthday!" And to all others I say, "Merry Christmas! Peace and prosperity be yours. And in all your pursuits; in all your endeavors; may you always remember the greatest gift that was given to human-kind...the gift given on that first Christmas Day!"


For the 25th, here's a video done a few years ago, but still relevant; dedicated to those who are ever vigilant on our behalf, and for those...who love them.


Monday, December 8, 2014

Belated Pearl Harbor Day

The Stone
(by R.P.Edwards)

At first
With meaning
And grieved 
As loved ones
But time
The tie
Of skin
And blunts
The awful 

Most of my "Pearl Harbor" day was spent at work. So, what should have been published on the 7th, is now assigned to 8.

Nothing new here. The farther from the conflict, the sacrifice, the pain; the more blurred the lines. There are few World War IIers left. And, the "values" of that generation are also weakening.

Enough said. Following is a song written with the Greatest Generation in mind. Rather long, but there's a lot to say.


Tuesday, December 2, 2014

John Kasich and me

Of Captains
(by R.P.Edwards)

At the helm
A steady hand
The course determined
The purpose planned
The thoughtful captain
Tested, sure
Years in training
And pure
Then storms, they threaten!
The weaker wail!
Those unfamiliar
With wind and sail
The bowing mast!
The creaking deck!
The novice screams
Of reef...and wreck!
But the captain knows
The end's the thing
And to the tempest
Whispers, "bring"
Then face like flint
He parts the waves
And those who'd rule
He makes them slaves
 On and on
Through valleys deep
From crest to crest
No rest!
No sleep!
He guides the ship
To distant land
Where those below
Can safely stand
And as the plank
Is pushed and placed
The battle's clamor
Gone, erased
A precious few
Will turn and wave
A thanks to him
Whose wisdom saved
But most go on
 In selfish more
Until their need
For "tested...sure"

"Who's your governor?" A simple question asked of a couple fast-food friendlies who were fetching some much needed coffee in a post midnight hour. We (the "six;" a number that made "flying" [the preferred mode of transportation] a bit too pricey] were well on our way to the nutmeg state and I, the primary driver, needed some liquid stimulant. I knew we were in Ohio and, being a John Kasich fan, I thought I'd test the knowledge of these fine and faithful young men. They hadn't a clue.

Oh, I don't blame them. At their age I wasn't nearly as tuned into the boring world of politics. But, seeing how the proper "captain" at the helm can steer a state into solvency, Governor Kasich's name came to mind and, the mouth (to the consternation of the graveyard shift) followed.

Just a thought about the coming election. That is: the "choosing" of the next chief executive. I hope we've all learned that experience governing is a must. Sure, I believe a different prior position can produce a memorable offspring (Lincoln comes to mind), but, "governors" know how to, frankly, govern. Therefore, let "We the People" wisely think along these lines when the contestants line up. Kasich? Yes. Christie? Yes. Huckabee? Yes! (my choice). Jindal, Walker, Brownback? Yes, yes, yes! And the list goes on.

And to the Senators of the conservative ilk which speak well and inspire much, to these I would suggest the second position of Vice President. It's a place (although we rarely say it), for the not quite become ready. Something to think about, inspired by a long trip. A few more musings may follow.




Friday, November 21, 2014

American Heresy

Scripture Roulette
(by R.P.Edwards)

By using Scripture
Pick and choose
You win your point
And lose

The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom.
(Proverbs 9:10)

It had been hinted at, leaked, suggested, implied, and now it was here...the President's predicted slap in the face to the newly elected Republican majority (albeit not yet in place). It was the announcement of the forthcoming executive order that would "free" a people who, as some say, "now live in the shadows." Following is the text: 

My fellow Americans, as your president it is my sworn duty to uphold the laws of the land and to defend the constitution. I take this responsibility very seriously and, in this regard, I am keenly aware that sometimes, in our Republic--for we ARE a Republic, where the PEOPLE elect representatives to stand in their stead in the halls of power--I am aware that this system; this most enviable form of government, has, built in, checks and balances and procedures that often delay needful legislation, sometimes indefinitely. Therefore, I have decided to act alone in an area that cries out for remedy. It is, and has been, a grievous cancer in our body politic and, left unresolved, left UNREMOVED, it will continue to grow, and fester, and infect, until this great compassionate nation--this bastion of freedom!--sickens to the point of no return.

Therefore, understanding the underlying premise of the Supreme Court ruling in 1973--that is: that the Justices of that day, due to the limits of science at the time, were not able to conclusively verify when human life begins--these then handed down a ruling that  made "constitutional" the right to kill the "thing" in a pregnant mother's womb; which has resulted in abortion on demand and the subsequent death of multiplied millions. Now, forty-one years later and, seeing how science has proved conclusively that human life begins at conception and, since the wheels of government needed to reverse the previous ruling will be slow in coming, I have decided, by executive order, to issue an emancipation proclamation to free these "citizens" who are the most vulnerable among us. Therefore, immediately upon pen to paper federal marshals will be sent, nation wide, to close every abortuary in the land.

[following the President's address a call for impeachment began to well up from the democratic ranks]

The president recently gave an eloquent speech concerning his decision to bypass congress on the issue of illegal immigrants; thus taking the law into his own hands. Again, as many have said, it's not the result, but the process. He IS NOT a king! And to act as such, no matter how laudable the motives, is tantamount to American heresy. And, to then use scripture to back up his "claim" (Exodus 22:21), while totally ignoring the Bible's clear instruction as to his other missteps (i.e. abortion, gay marriage) well, that is to invite a "divine" impeachment. Truly, the fear of the Lord IS the beginning of wisdom. Sadly, that fear seems very far...from the executive. We will continue to pray for him.


Just added this. Why? Made me laugh. Needful in the trenches (from time to time).