Thursday, March 14, 2019

How Unions saved the Democratic Party




How Loyalty Dies
(by R.P.Edwards)

Loyalty
 Is a matchless place
A sacred bond
With face to face
A binding
Holding
Ever true
An always me
With always you
But even stone
With rain decays
And "Loyalty"
Must go both ways
And as adultery kills
The marriage bond
Some twisted ties
Must not go on




It was the babies dying; that was the final straw, the violent push past the tipping point, the grisly crack that caused the dam to burst and the concrete bond to shatter. Yes, it was this ultimate betrayal that divorced Unions (many) from the party of Jefferson; which led, eventually, to the rebirth of the Democratic party, and perhaps the saving of America. 

It all started long ago. Yes, way back in grandpa's youth there were sure differences between the blue collar and the white. Back then it was Workers rights versus Corporate greed; the little guys defiantly locking arms to defend against the well-moneyed fat cats. The Democrats, the union backers, wore blue. The Republicans, red. Long ago.

Well, in the not so distant past, say a half century, the "Left" began to chisel away at more than just tight-fisted dollar holders. Their (as in "not" necessarily unions) vision was so much broader and far reaching than just paychecks and benefits. It seemed a "new" culture was their desire and, with the constant gushing from tainted Universities along with believers in high places...they got it. 

Oh, to be sure, the deflection was slow at first and, as elections came and went many in the Labor ranks comforted themselves in the voting booth with the thoughts and words: "They're really for me; they'll do what's best," as they loyally, faithfully pulled the blue lever; albeit some holding their nose.

BUT, shortly after the end of the Obama administration the gentle leaning and sliding of the left suddenly became a sprint. From out of nowhere policies that would invariably and obviously kill the economy and make millions destitute (The Green New Deal, Socialism) these were heartily proposed by freshman lawmakers and quickly adopted by the Party elite. And, as egregious as this was, the final offense was when the party of Roosevelt, Truman, and Kennedy pushed abortion, the destruction of innocent human life, to its very limits; even to the point of infanticide.

Well, that did it. This was the bracing slap in the face that demanded a rebuke. And, not surprisingly, it was the local unions involved in heavy industry that were the first to stand up. Before long they were joined by many others and even some public sector unions recognized the dire direction of the nation and that desperate action was needed. 

So, in the year prior to the 2020 election many in Union leadership, loudly, emphatically refused, REFUSED to endorse the Democrat nominee(s) and, although they made it clear that this abstention was for the good of the country and not necessarily a nod to the other party; the results were predictable: There was a landslide for the republican party but...this was just the beginning.

For, you see, post election there was actually very little time spent in wound licking and sour grape eating. Instead, the massive middle of the democratic party demanded an expulsion of the extreme invaders and a return to sanity. And, even when the Far Left's shock troops, Antifa, went to the streets with masks and mallets, these were more than matched by Union hard hats and hammers. AND, as a result, in the next general election the "Blue" party had not only returned to sanity, but they had returned...to office.

And that, dear reader, is how the Unions saved the Democratic party...and the nation.

But, alas, it is only a fanciful dream.

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Wednesday, March 6, 2019

The New Inquisition





 The New Inquisition
(by R.P.Edwards)

Doctrine Now!
Your answer, please
And by the way
Down on your knees!
Now look this way!
Into our eyes!
And answer sir
Are these your lies?!
(Apply the lash!)
How now your tongue?
Will you recant
Oh, wayward son?
There, there
Here's mercy
For the old
But next time, sir
DO AS YOU'RE TOLD!



A short time ago former Vice President, Joe Biden, had the nerve to call the current VP, Mike Pence, a "decent guy." Some elements on the left went ballistic. Why? Because Mr Pence is a traditional Christian with traditional "I believe the Bible" views on a variety of subjects. Which of course means his views don't align with the new masters of the Democrat Party and he, therefore, cannot be decent.

Poor Joe; thinking that civility still has a place in politics. Thinking that disagreement doesn't necessarily mean your opponent is "evil" or Hitleresque. Believing that maybe you two could go out for a cold one or a sandwich after the debate. But, it has been made abundantly clear to Mr Biden (and any other potential apostates) that such "tolerance" in the modern DNC is a throwback that simply will not be allowed. 

What a curious time we live in. How quickly the ancient mores and morality have been violently replaced by the new (thank you academia and Supreme Court). Let's see, however, if this "progressive" foundation has the strength and staying power of the old. In the meantime I suspect the castigating of "decent" Joe Biden...is just the beginning.

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Tuesday, February 19, 2019

Where Away Thimble Islands




Long Island Sound
(by R.P.Edwards)

Shallow 
And shielded
From the ocean's strong face
Patriots
And pirates
And captains
And mates
Islands
And inlets
And memories
And more
Waters well wandered
With treasures in store



On a very clear day, with the squinting eye or with a low powered spyglass you could just barely see the hint of Long Island, nearly floating on the horizon. I, on the Connecticut side of the "Sound" was on a temporary stay at a much smaller island named "Money," part of a quaint grouping called "The Thimble Islands." 

It's been well over a half century from my first preadolescent treading of the red granite of that isle and, sad to say, my appreciation matched my age. Now, decades and a substantial distance away, I look back with fondness at a special place; a carve-out from the modern clutter that clings and clogs.

Anyway, I hear Branford CT (the municipality in the area) is having an anniversary of sorts. Worth a look, I'd say. And, while you're at it, check out "The Thimble Islands." There's a tour or two available. My youthful experience was on a boat named Volsunga, first III, and now IV. 

The song: recently discovered in a basement box. Affectionately crafted some time ago, I hope it gives you a taste...for a memorable place.

Thimble Islands

Branford

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Tuesday, January 29, 2019

The New Cornerstone of the DNC?






The Blue and Gray
(By R.P.Edwards)

Something old
And something new
Something gray
And something blue
Something evil
Something same
A common thread
A different name


"This stone which was rejected by the first builders 
"is become the chief of the corner"
 the real "corner-stone" in our new edifice." 
 (Alexander H. Stephens)

11 Take no part in the unfruitful works of darkness, but instead expose them. 
(Ephesians 5:11 NRSVACE)



At first I thought it might be a clever substitute. You know, one of those well written falsehoods attributed to a notable "someone." But no, in a speech given on March 21, 1861, the new Vice President of the Confederate States of America, Alexander H. Stephens (just before the bloodletting that was the Civil War) unabashedly espoused the twisted thinking of the age. Following are some excerpts:

The new constitution has put at rest, forever, all the agitating questions relating to our peculiar institution African slavery as it exists amongst us the proper status of the negro in our form of civilization. This was the immediate cause of the late rupture and present revolution....

The prevailing ideas entertained by him (Jefferson) and most of the leading statesmen at the time of the formation of the old constitution, were that the enslavement of the African was in violation of the laws of nature; that it was wrong in principle, socially, morally, and politically. It was an evil they knew not well how to deal with, but the general opinion of the men of that day was that, somehow or other in the order of Providence, the institution would be evanescent and pass away. This idea, though not incorporated in the constitution, was the prevailing idea at that time...

Those ideas, however, were fundamentally wrong. They rested upon the assumption of the equality of races. This was an error. It was a sandy foundation, and the government built upon it fell when the “storm came and the wind blew.”...

Our new government is founded upon exactly the opposite idea; its foundations are laid, its corner- stone rests, upon the great truth that the negro is not equal to the white man; that slavery subordination to the superior race is his natural and normal condition....

That's enough. 

It was the recent celebratory codifying of late term abortion in the State of New York that nudged me in the direction of seeking Mr Stephens' ancient reasonings. Why? Because then, as now, there are those who see through a prism (a religious one, at that) that views obvious evil as wholesome and God blessed. Then as now there are those who work their wicked bloody will and then blithely sip on their mint juleps while clucking to their equals of their moral superiority.

And sadly, then as now there are the many who are far removed from the "seeing" who will, nevertheless, be sucked into the maelstrom that must result when God is openly mocked and evil embraced. 

When the Civil War began there may have been many superfluous "side issues" and concerns, BUT, dear reader, by the time it was over SLAVERY was the relentless and all consuming pestle that ground this nation to its very core. I fear, therefore, for the new Democrat Party. More than ever they are choosing a path that God (the real one) must answer. I hope before then an inner uprising will reject the rebranded dogma of the DNC; that unholy doctrine that one human life is of more value than another. And, if there are still any hopeful believers residing on the left, know that your allegiance, first, must be to the Creator. And that, of course, applies to all.

Here's a link to the whole "Corner Stone" speech.  Corner Stone 

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Friday, January 18, 2019

Of coffee and conscience






Just us
(by R.P.Edwards)

Conversations
A cup of Joe
Wasted hours
Then again, NO!
For all too soon
Our busy end
So precious now
An hour
A friend


It was a conversation between father and son (one sided, as usual). The elder (in the passenger seat) expounded as to the wonders of our modern times; as in, the internet, in particular You Tube. "Years ago," expounded the grey bearded Pop, "if you wanted a song published or sung on the radio it took effort and chance. NOW you put it on You Tube and you might be an overnight sensation." 

From there we (we, as in "me") traveled back to the late seventies when I, as a young, lonely sailor stationed on a ship at Pearl Harbor, used to frequent a coffee shop named Anna Miller's. "I'd make an evening out of a dollar," says I. "Fifty cents for there and back bus fare; forty cents for a bottomless cup of Kona coffee, and ten cents for a tip. Many, many hours I'd spend conversing with my fellows."

Then came to mind a little jingle I wrote at the time about the beloved sanctuary (above). Too bashful to share it with the owner it now comes out many decades later. It's a bit rough but contained therein is a hint of the pleasure obtained by spending time with friends in an atmosphere that encouraged such. I hope to go back someday. Sorry for the small tip.

The anniversary of the Roe v Wade decision is in the news (i.e. legalized abortion). I've written much on the subject, so just let me end with a gentle poem from years ago.


Would You Love Me?
(by R.P.Edwards)

Would you love me
Without my name?
Would your caring
Be the same?
Would you love me
Without my face?
Would your heart
Still have a place?
Would you love me
Though I’m new?
No memories stored
No…me…and you?
Would you love me
Without my touch?
Would my dying
Mean as much?
Would you love me
Just ’cause I am?
No link to you
Just in His plan?
Would you love me?
Oh, please, please do
For, with the chance
I’ll love you…too.

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