The Layoff Letters

The Verdict

2012-02-10T08:59:00.000-06:00

Judging Judges

(by RPEdwards)

Wayward Judges

What to do

Amendment?

Heavens NO!

Have People's Reps

Take simple steps

And have the judge

de-robed

In the news: Supreme Court Justice Ginsburg thinks the new Egyptian government should "not" use the U.S. Constitution as their model when drafting a foundational document of their own. Alas.

Now, I don't think such comments by the honorable jurist warrant "resignation," but it does remind me of Supreme Court decisions past that would have the founders, at the very least, scratching their wigs. Abortion, Gay marriage, prayerless schools, eminent domain gone a muck, to name a few. Yes, when high judges get it wrong...it's hard to fix. That's why, rather than the tedious Amendment route, impeachment needs to be seriously considered. Better yet...let's keep presidents in the White House that don't want to rewrite...what was written.

For your amusement; The American Kings...

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Santorum

2012-02-08T10:06:00.001-06:00

At Stake

(by R.P.Edwards)

Freedom at stake

The sacred thread

From barely born

To patriots...dead

Precious cargo

Ship of state

But how few know

That

Freedom's...at stake

"Freedom's at stake." Words from former Senator, Rick Santorum, upon his victories in the Colorado and Minnesota caucuses, as well as the non-binding Missouri contest. Just caught a little of his speech...and it was stirring.

You know, I've always liked the Senator, but, like many, I figured he didn't have a chance...so I didn't want to invest too much emotion or attention on his candidacy. But now...well, perhaps these recent victories will cause others...to consider.

I'll not belabor his conservative positions, but there is something about the man--in this day when "character matters" is too often a slogan, and not a practice--there's something about this man that grabs at that part of my being that yearns; no, cries out! for examples of honor. And though I'm a firm believer in repentance, and the second and third chance, oh, for those who never stray too far. For those who wrestle into submission those wayward thoughts and drives (and we all have them)...before they become attitudes...and actions.

So, congratulations to the Senator. I hope he goes far and, without question, if his is the name on the ballot this coming November, my personal portion will go...to him.

In the little research I did for this piece I ran across the following youtube video where Mr Santorum speaks of his precious daughter, Isabella. If you have a few moments...please watch.

2012-01-25T09:33:00.004-06:00

Worthless Words

(by R.P.Edwards)

Words that woo

Are wonderful things

They draw the lover...near

But with time, and lies

Now "words" despise

Save these

"Get out of here!"

My thoughts on the President's State of the Union address? Didn't listen to it. Didn't care to. Didn't want to. Sure, I was at work--that would have been a good excuse to excuse ("Excuse" [noun and verb] is an example of a "Heteronym," words that are spelled the same but have different pronunciations and meanings. Did I know that? No. I just looked it up) but, with a little effort I could have garnered a line or two but, frankly, honestly, after over three years of "deeds"...I cared not a whit what silky sentences were uttered by our chief executive.

Again, I have no personal animosity towards President Obama. And yes, I acknowledge his skill in the media's measure of worth...speech. But, alas, his actions are as the overpowering industrial noise of my job; they drown out all but the most deliberate utterances.

On second thought, did I listen to the State of the Union address? Yes...I, over the last three years have listened to it; seen it; felt it; travailed over it. And, the State of the Union is, unquestionably...dire. I only hope that the majority of Americans, this coming November, are not so, AGAIN, enthralled by the rapturous wrapping paper...that they forget to look into the empty box.

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Our betters (Not!)

2012-01-12T14:13:00.000-06:00

Who owe we?

(by R.P.Edwards)

Tell me, Sir

Who owe we?

The lofty

The less

Those who speak with eloquence

Or those who beat...the breast

Those from Ivory towers

Or those who bend the knee

Tell me, Sir

For freedom's sake!

To whom

The debtors

We?

Now, some would say

The former

Who rule the words

And waves

Who view themselves

As masters

All others

Merely

Slaves

But I contend the latter

Who grasp the ancient thread

That ties them to Creator

Whose power

Raised...the dead

The question, sent by a viewer, carefully coddled and displayed affectionately before the Republican candidates for President at a debate last week. Thus:

"Given that you oppose gay marriage, what do you want gay people to do who want to form loving, committed, long-term relationships? What is your solution?"

After going down the line--each "debater" gently offering a palatable defense of the sacred institution of traditional marriage--former speaker, Newt Gingrich, offered this addendum:

"Since we're spending this much time on these issues; I just want to raise a point about the news media bias. You don't hear the opposite question asked [he then listed difficulties that certain Catholic institutions had and have encountered because of their stand on traditional marriage, and then he concluded with]...the bigotry goes both ways, and there's a lot more anti-christian bigotry today than there is concerning the other side; and none of it gets covered by the news media."

Now, the reason for this simple piece--as the primaries amble on--is that there really is an adversarial force to be recognized and reckoned with. It's a body of believers, if you will, that preach a gospel quite foreign to the faith of the founders; quite distant from the traditionalists whose long ago contributions in blood in treasure secured the ease and idleness of this present age that has spawned, from godless institutions (whose beginnings were not so), the reprehensible persuasion that those with the "media microphone"--whose appearance is appealing, and words wooing--that these somehow "know" right from wrong; good from evil; truth from error. Truly, they often do not. But, since they "own" much of the communication venues...theirs is the filter through which sympathetic "choices" are often given preference. And so...we decline a bit faster.

Now, I'm not offering a solution. Just a hope that we be a bit wiser in the future and, since much that has been "championed" by the chosen is now proving to be without foundation; perhaps more than just we conservative types will be less apt to ascribe wisdom to the polished prose and purrings that gush from the biased media.

I recall writing a poem a couple years back concerning the influence of the media. For your enjoyment:

4 + 5 = 0
(by R.P.Edwards)

The fourth estate
The column…five
A champion…that takes a dive
Depending on objective words
Instead…a swooning sound is heard
And we, the bearers of their lack
May never have our nation back
For Murrow’s children
Gone astray
Espouse “their” whims
Their preference…say
The heralds voice
A barkers jive
The fourth estate
Now…column five

Here's a link to hear Newt's remarks: Media Bias

Iowa Caucus Coffee

2012-01-03T10:01:00.001-06:00

Caucus anyone?
(by RP Edwards)

Through the grinder

Through the mill

Through the gauntlet

Through the still

Through the fire

Through the blade

Iowa Caucus

Sausage

Made

Their names were Kopi and Luwak and, aside from residing on the island of Sumatra in the mid nineteenth century, these two teenagers were much the same as the modern versions; curious, mischievous, seeking--by nature--to bend the established rules and push, whenever they could, past the line of "don't do it!" However, unlike the nearly know-nothings of today, these strapping young lads had no electronic gizmos to occupy their "not mature by a long shot" brains and, thankfully, no illicit drugs to skew their path towards normal, boring, adulthood. However, just because there were no "mind-bending chemicals" readily available (indeed, only the nearby Dutch plantation had any "spirits" of consequence [heavily guarded]), these, never-the-less, were not beyond popping something in their mouths to see if a "buzz" was possible. And this, dear reader, is the real story of how partially digested coffee beans were harvested from Civet droppings and transformed into one of the most expensive, and exquisite, coffees of the planet.

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Yes, of course the above story is a fiction (or is it?) But, the "Civit coffee" (also known as 'Kopi luwak') does indeed exist and, as a notable novelty, one of my sons bought me 2 ounces of the stuff as a Christmas gift. The price? Thirty five dollars! And, although I cringe at the thought of it's pre-roasted journey, I will, someday soon, carefully brew the treasure and offer a sip to all present.

By now many of you remember that this very same coffee had a prominent place in the not-too-long-ago movie titled, The Bucket List. Staring Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman as two death-bound cancer patients, these two polar opposites constructed a list of "must-dos" before they each...kicked the bucket. One item on the list was "Laugh till I cry." This was achieved when Freeman's character pointed out to millionaire Jack that the coffee he insisted on...came from a jungle cat's butt.

So, today is the day of the much anticipated Iowa Caucuses. And, dear reader, the whole process; the terrible, inhumane, sometimes brutal and downright nasty process where one goes from candidate to office holder, well, it reminded me of the exotic coffee with the rude beginnings. I dearly hope, when all is said and done, that the final "product" is as refined and revered as the coffee from Sumatra.

Ever wonder what possessed someone to "try" the coffee-beans in the first place? Wiki knows

That amusing clip from the movie "The Bucket List." Just one nasty word to deal with.

Tis the season...

2011-12-10T05:48:00.003-06:00

Holiday tears

(by R.P.Edwards)

Sorrow often comes with "days"

Memorials of

The loss

When hearts were torn

Bereavement born

The constant

Crushing

Cost

So with the mirth

Of Peace on Earth

Be watchful for

The tears

Then pause to care

The burden...share

And hold the hurting

Near

Holidays, especially the festive ones, are "reminders" to many...that a loved one has passed on. Not so "jolly" for these. They often withdraw and endure...until the storm has passed.

Just a gentle reminder to be watchful this season; watchful for the tears that many of our fellow travelers are quietly shedding. What say you and I add to our "Christmas List" the priceless gift of a listening ear, a warm embrace, a genuine concern. After all, it was compassion that compelled "Him," to come to our aid; to take on human flesh. Let us, therefore, allow "Him" to use our arms, our voice, our homes...to remind these dear ones that "love" was the reason; and that His love for these...is stronger than death.

Following is a very simple video that was made a couple years back. It reminds that there are, among us, those who are suffering this Christmas season. It centers on those whose loved one died in the military. But, if you will, please expand the message to include "all" who are less...this Christmas. It's titled, "You're My Christmas Gift." View. Consider. Then be watchful...for tears.

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Moral Climate Change

2011-12-03T11:53:00.013-06:00

Climate Change?

(by R.P.Edwards)

Climate change?

The answer's "YES!"

By season

And by year

From cold to hot

From wet...to not

Then back again

My dear

But some say Man's the reason

The source for weather woe

That gives me pause

For what's the cause

Of Changes

Long

Ago

He was simply known as Khulu Umuntu; which is Zulu for "Big Man," and, in environmental circles; for those whose passion and purpose is a clean planet, he is, or should I say "was," the point of the spear. However, after much personal sacrifice and decades of toil, Ben Flager (his given name), suddenly dropped out of the "clean scene" and devoted himself to a more personal healing: body, mind, spirit. Indeed, hardly seen for the last fifteen years, the Council of Concerned Scientists considered it a stroke of incredible good fortune that the, now eighty, Khulu Umuntu would agree to share a word at the Climate Change Conference in Durban, South Africa.

After rousing applause and a standing ovation of many minutes the elderly, fragile, slightly stooped "legend" began his remarks.

"My fellow World Changers!" (applause) "I am honored that you would ask an old activist, such as myself, to speak a few words on behalf of your very important efforts concerning the climate change." (applause) "Back in my day it was clean water and air. Removing toxins from food and the soil. These were our objectives." (standing applause)"But you, you! have undertaken a much more important task. You have chosen to address the deteriorating climate and it's causes." (applause with whistles) "You see, over the last twenty years I too have come to realize the importance of the intangibles such as honor, respect, love." (applause) "And I, like you, have seen a change in the climate. Where once words like honor and respect and fidelity had meaning; now the world's climate is one of arrogance, selfishness and immorality." (crickets) "I remember the time when human life was sacred. Now we abort the unborn and call it a right." (murmuring) "I remember when a man and a woman was the natural, God ordained, pairing for marriage. Now, ha!, anything goes! So yes, we need to change the climate! We need to...excuse me a minute." (the moderator's gentle hand on his left shoulder causes the Big Man to pause in order to tilt an ear to receive modifying information.) "Man made climate change? Yes, that what I... What? Global warming? Carbon footprints? C'mon, this is no time for jokes. You've got to be kidding. What a colossal waste of my time..."

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Yes, dear reader, the above story is a total fabrication. Oh, there certainly was a conference this past week in Durban, South Africa. And yes, it had to do with "climate change" folk who want nations (especially the U.S.) to do more. But, I don't buy the whole climate change, global warming hysteria. However, the real "climate change" alluded to by the fictional character, Khulu Umuntu; the one having to do with our universal slide into the moral cesspool; now that is the real issue that needs to be addressed.

For the lighter side of Global Warming/Cap n Trade, may I suggest the amateurish videos (below) I made some time back.

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Green Bean Casserole...and love

2011-11-25T12:52:00.002-06:00

Consistent love

(by R.P.Edwards)

Consistent love

the child's desire

to warm the chill

to cool the fire

to calm the fears

to build the brave

to nurture "free"

to free...the slave

to always know

though distance great

the eyes, though hurt

will never hate

and falls are met

with arms a-wide

and warm embrace

where tears...can hide

then on, restored

and straightened, go

to conquer worlds

to strike the blow!

till death, at last

diverts above

to gaze upon

Consistent...love

"You mean...green bean casserole?"

"Yeah, that's it."

I have to admit, it was endearing...and a bit disarming. My O-so-grownup eleven year old, desiring the security of "the same," made sure that that particular menu item was on the Thanksgiving Table. He wasn't going to eat it, but it had to be there.

And I thought to myself, how important it is for those with young eyes to have a consistent anchor of solace, security...love, to hold onto. To have an unselfish example of honor, truth, compassion, tenderness...to point them in the direction of the ultimate in all these.

Humbling.

And so, as the lad and his older siblings rush off to find the "Black Friday" bargains--the gadgets and gizmos that make them squeal with zeal...for the moment--I find myself hoping that the one gift they always, always, always can depend on...is a father that loves them...consistently, surely, purely...no matter what. Forever.

Green Bean Casserole anyone?

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Then He appeared...

2011-11-19T15:36:00.002-06:00

Our Savior, Sure

(by R.P.Edwards)

He looked beyond

The package, poor

The liar, thief,

The traitor, whore

To see through blood

The child, pure

And went to Calvary

Our Savior

Sure

Ok, I'm better now. Just came from the Granite City Christmas parade and I'm, well, better. I saw the firetrucks; the marching band; the zooming fez wearers; the Cardinal mascot; the churches, the boy and girl scouts; the office holders; the corvette club; the myriad of candy throwers; Mr and Mrs Clause and, up and down along the joyful route--from the High School to the downtown digs--the moms and dads and bag-holding tots taking it all in and giving it all back...the joy of the coming season; the potential of peace on earth and goodwill...to all.

And so, I'll turn from the heaviness of knowing; from discerning our disease; I'll turn instead to the hope promised by the coming star. Yes, the human condition is low, loathsome, damnable. But, someone--a very important someone--the most important someone--thought enough of the universal "us"...to open his arms, embrace our ugliness, and offer a new, fresh beginning to all who would merely whisper...save me. And His answer? "Yes...yes, I will. Of course I will."

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Of honor...and ignorance

2011-11-16T18:35:00.001-06:00

The Scales

(by R.P.Edwards)

The hero stood

Before the scales

The nation sought

His weight

On one side, "Champion!"

Honor's child

The other?

A traitor's fate

His trophies nudged the needle

A moment, "Champion's" way

But his selfish, shameful, service since

Demanded

Traitor's pay

"I'm a veteran myself," says I. "But not a real one like you." The older gent (accompanied by his wife) smiled and then drove slowly off the lot.

That was a while back. Our church wanted to honor veterans, so a "thank you" dinner had been planned for November 11, along with some non-threatening words to go with the grub. Hoping to bolster the numbers I had decided to visit a few of the "halls" to pass out invitations. The gentleman above had come from the local VFW. My next stop was the Amvets and, after that, the American Legion hall. And, since a few years ago I had learned the difference between the various veteran hang-outs; that had prompted my self-deprecating comment. Sure, I was a vet; but I was more of a place-holder; no war, no action; just immature me in my younger (much) days. Indeed, the greatest battle of my then life was in trying to grow up (still ongoing) and my greatest "victory" was, without question, when I surrendered to Jesus Christ.

Anyway, I've been contemplating the whole "hero" thing. The pedestal thing. The bestowing of honor thing. And, I must conclude, that like many I have a tendency to broad-brush, lump together, view through spectacles of rose. And, in the broadest sense, I suppose this is benign, acceptable, expected; but for the individual "honorees;" the "I actually know thems"; well, perhaps a higher standard needs to be applied.

You see, whether you're a "hero" because of your self-sacrifice in the military service; or a "notable" because you were or are a wiz at some aspect of sports (think Penn State), what you "are" out of the foxhole, and out of the spotlight, determines if the "honor" should be specifically placed...on you.

And so, when it comes to, say, an abortionist who also happens to be a member of the VFW, or an army retiree who relishes his open adulterous lifestyle, or an exceptional elevator of points and percentages who moonlights as a molester, do I split my decision; do I offer partial gratitude for a past performance, and play down the current despicable state? Or do I--and I definitely lean this way--say, "Your shameful lack of character nullifies any recognition real heroes are due."

Now, don't get me wrong; I am well aware that "all have sinned" is stamped on our human DNA and, O, thank God for the second and third chances allotted by the Creator to those willing to actually repent; but the issue is heroes, and the honoring of the same. And, when protesters are more interested in the loss of athletic prowess, or unabashed moral slime-balls receive a thank-you for their veteran status; well...it's disturbing.

So, as the title infers, perhaps "ignorance" is the salve needed to soothe our hero-hunting eyes. But, if unrepentant shameful actions come to light, then let "us" at least show some character, and turn our eyes...away.

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Because they gave...

2011-11-11T05:49:00.000-06:00

Redux: Printed this a year ago (or so).

Veterans Day
(by R.P.Edwards)

Oh how we love celebrity
The gifted
The degreed
But these have space
To flaunt their face
‘cause others chose…
To bleed

Veterans Day. Originally Armistice Day, a show of gratitude to those who fought in World War I; now expanded to all vets.

I’ve noticed that this particular holiday doesn’t merit the same recognition as others. Many institutions stay open and purr along as if it was just another November work day. Indeed, my son’s university says…“wha?“ and my job wouldn’t think of “Holiday Pay,“ for this remembrance. And, at first I thought it might be a “peace time” diss from a sometimes fickle public. Then I thought some might consider it redundant. After all, we do have Memorial Day. But today, yes, this very day, I learned the real reason. You see…it doesn’t fall on a Monday! Ah…it’s so simple! For some reason it must always fall on November 11. Thus…no long weekend.

Mystery solved.

So, do me a favor, will you? What say you and I pause a moment from fawning over movie and TV stars; divert our eyes from political celebs; pull ourselves away from the electronic toys that consume our free time; and say a prayer for our service men and women. And, along with the present, let's offer a bit of thanks for all those who have gone before. For, without question, those who are so very high--their faces reflecting the sun--these stand upon the backs of the multitude; the many selfless veterans (living and dead) who do, and have done, their job; without fanfare, without applause; and often...without thanks.

And, if you are so inclined (and have the time) here's the video, The Stone...

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The Survivor

2011-11-09T05:55:00.000-06:00

Cain

(by R.P.Edwards)

He who fought

The foe of death

And lives

To face the day

Will scoff at airy arrows sent

By those who buck

And bray

Said Presidential candidate, Herman Cain, yesterday, at a news conference: "I chose to address these accusations directly rather than try to do it through a series of continuous statements or spokespeople, because that's the person Herman Cain is; is to take my message directly to the people. With respect to the most recent accusations, I have never acted inappropriately with anyone, period!"

It was one of those "I'm tired" in the afternoon reclines and I, with remote in hand, opened the Fox news portal for a peek. Instead of the normal fare there was an "any minute" anticipation of Mr Cain's addressing another "He did it" accusation that many years ago he said or did something offensive...in the sexual harassment area. Well, I was mildly interested so I watched, nodded, rewound, watched, nodded, rewound, and finally recorded the thing.

My take: I like Herman Cain. He strikes me as honest. Not perfect. But honest. And although the "sexual harassment" charge has been levied; and if true it's reprehensible, I am mindful of...his enemies. Meaning those who are diametrically opposed to his "conservative" views and these, dear reader, in my lengthy observation, often have different views of "life, truth, God, patriotism....honor." And, as such, no tactic is beneath them.

Yes, I know, that's a bit harsh, but I'm pressed for time and, through recent events, some of my sugary coating has been dissolved. One more thing: the poem above alludes to Mr Cain's life and death struggle against cancer. He literally stood face to face with eternity and, having survived that monumental contest, these little darts from the dastardly; though deeply wounding to the untested; to he they must be as bubbles blown from child's toy. Hang tough, Mr Cain. The "truth" will come out.

One more note: of late I've been in a bit of a funk. An Ecclesiastical frame of mind (all is vanity.) However, a gentle note from reader, Jeff, nudged me off my malaise. Thanks Jeff.

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Qaddafi teaches

2011-10-20T10:45:00.001-05:00

Farmers We

(by R.P.Edwards)

Live by the sword?

Then prepare for its thrust

"You reap what you sow"

It's a law!

It's a must!

So be careful, your words

And your actions

My friend

For the measure you mete

Will return

In the end

"Make sure your words are sweet. Because you might have to eat them." A tickling bit of wisdom from an older acquaintance. In a roundabout way it has to do with the oft quoted, and oft forgotten words of the wisest of all, "Treat other people the way you want to be treated."

However, the topic this morn is Muammar el-Qaddafi, former leader of Libya. Known for extravagant dress and dastardly deeds; his now spiritless corpse awaits a Muslim (I presume) burial. And his end, dear reader, proves yet another saying by the one whose words...create worlds; "for all those who take up the sword shall perish by the sword."

No need to list the dead dictator's detractions (others will excel), let's just say the former tyrant received a harvest he had been cultivating for quite some time. And, mindful of this, and on a personal note, perhaps "I" should be careful of the "swords" I loose with tongue...and touch. Yes...speak the truth (another admonition), but its meting medium must be...love. Yes, speak the truth...in love. And for this last part, sadly, truthfully, I will need assistance from the love-giver. For the "truth" must be told, but the hand that holds "this" trembling blade must be held, in turn, by the one that received the nail. The one whose love was shown...on a bloody cross.

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Chris Wallace, NO!!

2011-10-10T14:23:00.002-05:00

No, Chris, No!

(by R.P.Edwards)

No, Chris Wallace!

Not you too!

Elitist speak

Reworking “True”

PC believing

“Hope so” facts

Oh, please, Chris Wallace

Oh, please…come back!

Watched a recording of Fox News Sunday with Chris Wallace interviewing presidential hopeful, Rick Santorum. Following are some excerpts (yes, me and a pad of paper) taken from the end of the segment when the good commentator wanted more info on the former senator’s remarks concerning gays in the military.

CW… “Senator, you say sexual activity has no place in the military. Heterosexuals have been openly heterosexuals for centuries in the military without any problem…All that “Don’t ask, Don’t tell;” and the repeal of it does, is say that they are given the same rights as everybody else has had forever.

RS… “The problem is, is that sexual activity with people you are in close quarters with; who happen to be the same sex, is different than having a discussion and being open about your sexual activity where you’re not in that same situation.”

CW… “Are you saying that you think that homosexual gay soldiers are gonna sit there and go after their male counterparts?”

RS… “I didn’t suggest that…”

CW… “You said they’re in close proximity…”

RS… “They’re in close quarters. They live with people. They shower with people. All the things that are involved in living in barracks or living out in the field…unit cohesion…work together in an efficient fighting way…the effect on retention and recruitment of people to live in that environment…it could hurt our ability to put the best fighting force in place…”

CW… “You say, “Don’t inject social policy into the military”… I want to put up a quote for you.”

THE ARMY IS NOT A SOCIOLOGICAL LABORATORY…EXPERIMENTING WITH ARMY POLICY; ESPECIALLY IN A TIME OF WAR, WOULD POSE A DANGER TO EFFICIENCY, DISCIPLINE AND MORALS AND WOULD RESULT IN ULTIMATE DEFEAT.

“Does that sound about right, sir?”

RS… “Roughly, yes”

And now the “Gotcha” moment.

CW… “That’s a quote from Colonel Eugene Householder…in 1941…arguing against racial integration in the military.”

RS… “I figured. I’ve heard similar quotes…It’s very, very different. The whole gay community is trying to make this the new civil rights act…It’s not the same.

CW… “…It is a fact of your biology…”

RS… “…It is behavioral issue as opposed to a color of the skin issue…”

CW… “We’re going to have to leave it there.”

Phew. Wrote a lot. Skipped quite a bit. But you get the idea. Mr Wallace, whom I admire for his style and substance, on this issue he played the equivalency card; even speaking the “not fact” fact of Homosexuality’s biological determination. A bit disappointed am I. But, I believe everyone deserves a mulligan now and then. Mr Wallace, as Mr Santorum so gently explained; and as much as you may want it to be (for whatever reason), “It’s not the same.”

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The Blue Screen

2011-10-06T11:02:00.001-05:00

R.I.P.C.
(by R.P.Edwards)

Woe is me
My poor PC
The XP
Has
Expired
Old and used
by all
Abused
Prepare
The funeral
Pyre
Adieu
Old friend
The hours
We'd spend
Dancing in
The net
With moistened eyes
At your demise
"No backup"
my
Regret

Yes, yes, the picture of the recently deceased, Steve Jobs, and my PC references don't mix. However, a few days before the gentleman passed on, my beloved Microsoft product (desktop XP) gave up the ghost. Thus, I sit on the living room couch tapping away on my 17 year old son's laptop (can I borrow your computer, son?)

Well, last night, amidst the radio relations of the Cardinal/Phillies game, the death of Mr. Jobs was briefly announced. I knew he was ill but, obviously, those days are behind him. Yes, his spirit has gone to a totally different reality. A reality, I hope, that he had prepared for.

You know, the gadgets that Steve, Bill, and their ilk have brought us are truly wonderful, amazing, and such a help. But, also, they literally eat up--if we're not careful--the most precious commodity of our lives and loves...our time. I ask you, how many of us are consumed by the keyboard? How many hours are spent where only eyes and monitors...meet? How many false and fake fantasies of facebook do we engage in? And then, like Mr Jobs...we die.

Dear reader, I encourage you and I--as yet another one of us has left this most temporary realm--to step back (a little more than we have) from our electronic toys to engage in the most important interaction of all; person to person. You see, although I know virtually nothing of Steve Jobs' personal life, I dare say, when his life force unstoppably ebbed; as he looked, with faded vision, into his loved ones watering eyes; I dare say his final wish was not for one more "breakthrough" or "cutting edge contraption." No, he probably desired, above all else, a few more moments of tender human intimacy...and interface. With that in mind, what say that you and I begin to think along those lines. That we would make it a priority that our personal programming begins...and ends...with the love...of others.

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Hoarders, we

2011-09-28T09:27:00.000-05:00

Creative Hoarding
(by R.P.Edwards)

Is it hoarding
If it’s hanging
From the rafters…yon
The clutter from
The counter
I JUST MIGHT NEED ITs
Spawn
O, I suspect it could be
But I feel a lesser dread
Because the hoard is hidden
In the rafters
Over head

He’d heard of it. He’d read of it. He’d even seen the faded newsreels documenting the unthinkable. But here, today, NOW! IN AMERICA! He couldn’t believe his eyes as book after book after book was thrown to the blaze. “What are you doing?” he said in a whisper. And then, bursting past his inhibitions he shouted over the chain-link fence, “What are you doing?! Why are you burning those books?!”

“Oh, hi, Ted,” said the coveralled caretaker of the local library as he waddled over to greet the University Prof. “Our fifty cent sale was a bust; and our take ‘em away free effort still left us with five hundred books. Shame to stuff the landfill with all this paper. Here,” said the chaw-chewing pragmatist, “this ’n ought to burn pretty good. It’s titled, “The Audacity of Hope.””

The tenured teacher gingerly took the volume. Then, with a nostalgic glint and a near-tear, he--for a good thirty seconds--gently stroked the cover with his pink, callousless palms while holding the words tightly to his breast. Then, as reality seemed to suddenly steel his countenance, he reared back and sent the fluttering fluff to its well deserved incineration. Pausing to reposition his locks, and smooth his smock, he turned to the tender (who spat a portion towards the curling collection) and asked, “Any more by that author?”

“O, quite a number,” said the feeder as he reached for his bag of Red Man. “Let me go fetch the wheelbarrow.”

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Trying to clean up around this abode, a bit. Yeah, that pathetic picture atop is from my basement. The all consuming clutter has pushed me to the edge and, although my first instinct is to throw everything out, I’ve resorted, instead, to selective hanging; which serves a two-fold purpose (so I rationalize). 1. The cleared workbench at least gives the illusion of order, and 2. If I can see it, it will cut down on the search.

And so, I reckon if this middle-aged procrastinator can get his house in order (at least starting to), even so our political reps can start sorting through the Washingtonian morass. Redundancy will be reduced. Clutter will be collated. And what we “got;” what we end up with…will be put in plain sight. And, O yeah, I threw out quite a few books. Felt good.

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September 23, 2011 Republican Debate

2011-09-23T21:18:00.001-05:00

Google it
(by R.P.Edwards)

Google sponsored
Youtube posts
Brett and Megyn and Chris
Are hosts
Nine republicans
In the fray
Only one
Will win the day
Perry stumbles
Border woes
Santorum delivers
Piercing blows
Mitt stays strong
Deflecting blasts
Cain beat cancer
In the past
Bachmann says
“You keep your cents”
Many want
A southern fence
Newt’s nostalgic
“I was there”
Johnson wants
A tax that’s fair
Huntsman pushes
“Move to gas!”
Paul, as usual
Is bold as brass
But in the end
One thing I know
Perry’s collar
Has got…to go

The Fox/Google sponsored Republican Presidential debate. Recorded it. Crawled in after a night at the job. Grabbed a discarded envelope (for notes) and reclined…to dine. Well, a couple hours later I tried again. The above poem is the gist.

I must admit, I’m beginning to drift away from the honorable governor of Texas. One reason; I just don’t like his collar. Reminds me of some old-timey photograph. I’m now leaning more towards Mitt. Yes, a Mitt/Huckabee ticket would suit me just fine. And, the most memorable line of the night (in my humble opinion) came from the lips of the former speaker of the House, Newt Gingrich:

“Nothing will turn America around more than election night when Barak Obama loses…decisively”

Amen, Mr Speaker, Amen.

I'm telling ya...there's something about that collar. But then, I am working the midnight shift...

Pot Pies...and I

2011-09-21T11:01:00.004-05:00

Memory lane
(by R.P.Edwards)

I took a trip
Down memory lane
Sent there
By a snack
A simple time
When truth…was true
And issues
White, or black
Morality…was measurable
And right and wrong
In stone
And then I traveled
Back again
This swamp
That we call
Home

Like those stone slabs that offer a covering to corpses in crypts, I slid the lid of the deep freeze and peered deep into and then, arm full in, shuffled the frosty contents which layered the prehistoric bottom. Oh, at one time this convenience had hinges, and opened in a more civilized fashion. But, that was years ago and, since this repair is non-essential (unlike the previous post) it can wait…forever. Aha! There…stuck fast near the joining of the planes…an ancient pot pie. Why, I haven’t had one of these in years! In fact…it brings back some fond memories.

Way back when, in the sixties and seventies, mom would have a “pot pie” dinner for the six (as in ‘kids’). These morsels, however (unlike today’s version) were embraced by a foil bowl, and only suitable to be cooked…in the oven. And, being the thrifty sort that she was (and is) she’d save many of these holders and use them for snack disbursement…such as popcorn (also cooked the old fashion way).

Ah…a simpler time. Sure, there were problems, but the under girding foundations of morality and traditional values…were the same for the left and the right. And so, as I sat in front of the antenna fed television on a Sunday night with my pot-pie bowl of popcorn, the foundation of my then society was, for the most part…strong. Life, marriage, right, wrong, truth, error…solid.

Enter…the swamp. Where morality is malleable. Where truth…is transient. Where airy words have sway…and then we, we all…must pay. Oh, to be sure, the fantasy land, the fairy tale believers have always been among us. But, they used to mainly congregate in the hallowed subsidized halls where titles and the honors of men abound. Where godlessness is virtue. Where fleshly reachings are applauded, and where, for some reason, parents are quick to send their tenders to be molded and bent…by fools. Yes, error has always been there, but now it’s tendrils reach everywhere. And…with the weaving of words…we believe.

The problem is, like the all-encompassing fog of the pre-dawn, the lies cannot withstand the blazing light of truth. Unfortunately (for they, the many whose righteous covering is only the opaque mist), when the heat comes…their inadequacy appears. And the many who trusted them; believed in them; gave themselves to them…these suffer the fate of the naïve.

And so gays are now openly welcomed in the military. The media says it’s a ho-hum, no big deal. And why wouldn’t they? This is their belief. Their truth. But, as a former sailor who once quartered with eighteen in a very small space, I know, I KNOW, that lust unleashed will cause division, decay, debauchery, destruction. And, just because the dream-weavers have written a beautiful novel with a fairy tale ending, history testifies; NO, SCREAMS!, that ideas based solely on man’s mettle will suffer the fate and destiny of man…the grave.

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Seasoned, please

2011-09-16T05:49:00.001-05:00

Seasoned
(by R.P.Edwards)

There’s nothing like
A knowing hand
To tame the tempest’s
Blow
When life or death
Takes knowledge
Deft
Leave flash
And fluff
Below

Her skin was white and smooth and I must admit her curves were not unpleasant to the touch but, she was cold, and hard, and clammy and, though my arm curled gently around her as my face drew uncomfortably near, this was an intimacy that was unnatural; almost forbidden; but I had to press on; I had to fix that blasted…toilet.

Yes, it was another one of those “The ceiling is leaking things,” and since the splatter came from directly above the washing machine…it was the commode on the main floor…and it had to be fixed. So, since the family vehicle is on the lam I, like the Wizard of Oz pre-witch, peddled my bicycle to the local hardware store (fairly close, thankfully), and got the final skinny on how to tame the ancient drop-box.

After several hours (snail-like, I) the flusher is more focused and, though some of the floor is a bit soft (alas), that repair will have to wait (hopefully until after I’m dead).

The tie-in: once again I, the novice, needed help from the experienced. I checked youtube (of course!), asked a dude at work (he’d done it) and finally pressed the “experts” at the hardware store. They all got me through the toidy task. And, dear reader, at the helm of this ship of state we have hopefully learned--over the last three years--that inexperience, though wrapped in pretty ribbon--is deadly. The next fixer needs to have calloused hands and a weathered face. Therefore, of the many in the running…I lean towards the governors. Maybe they haven’t plumbed the enormous commode that finds it’s hole in Washington, but at least they know sewage when they smell it.

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Coming for Tea

2011-09-13T21:47:00.002-05:00

Tea Party Debate
(by R.P.Edwards)

“In this corner!”
Almost said
Blitzer
Each contestant read
Challengers
To win the prize
Obama out
With blackened eyes
But first they battle
For the chance
They bob and weave
And dance the dance
Perry’s pummeled
Raining fists
The lessers rail
And bring their lists
Santorum’s feisty
Newt is nice
Bachmann’s tough
And Paul adds spice
Cain
He loves the number nine
Huntsman, Romney
Tout their spine
“This I’ll do!”
And “This they’ve done!”
“For the answer
I’m the one!”
A rousing party
Delightful tea
Yes, tasty fare
For such…as me

Recorded the latest Republican debate on Monday, and digested it today. I speak, naturally, of the one hosted by Wolf Blitzer and CNN, and held at the Florida State Fairgrounds in front of a bunch of Tea Partiers.

Honestly…I loved it. Rather than some kind of snobby gathering in the anemic north, this…was a show. And, much like the beginnings of any pay-per-view extravaganza there was pomp and stomp. The nicknames --“The Firebrand,” “The Fighter,” “The Big Thinker”-- the large glistening stage and the rousing rendition of the national anthem. Now that’s more like it.

My impression? Perry was beaten up a bit, but still stands. The others seemed strong and predictable but, surprisingly, I’m beginning to warm up to Governor Huntsman (“The Diplomat!”) and find myself wishing he would, due to some of his “social” stands, gently switch parties and run against President Obama for the democratic nomination.

And so, resigning myself to my middle-aged mindset, I look forward to the next contest. Football? Nay. It’s debate season…and the teams are jockeying for position. I’m ready for the playoffs. Bring 'em on!

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Mindful Be

2011-09-11T09:05:00.000-05:00

Please read the portion below, and then return to listen

Mindful
(by R.P.Edwards)

All around
The weeping ones
We pass…and feel no pain
O Lord
Give eyes
Let love
Arise
To heal
In Jesus
Name

I woke up with it going through my head. A mournful tune I first heard over forty years ago; a part of a Christmas special titled, “Mr Magoo’s Christmas Carol.” The young scrooge was in his boarding school…and very much alone. I remember it still.

Funny, you wouldn’t think cartoon fare could move one but, through that innocent medium a boy became thoughtful of things beyond his toys and trivialities.

There have been a couple deaths in the family lately; one, physical; the other…deeper. And, since we all sip of the cup of despair from time to time I’ll not dwell on my portion, other than to say to myself, and to you, dear reader; let us be mindful of the precious souls in our midst. Those many that we pass by and pass with to our inevitable end. For you see, in our many daily greetings there may be sorrow behind the smile; hurting behind the hello; and, if we’re too self-centered, too self absorbed…we’ll miss it. And with the missing…we miss our reason to remain…and do His works; works that may include a hand, a hug, a shared tear, and the lessening of a terrible, crushing weight. Yes, let us be mindful; mindful of what’s really important in this life. Now, if you will…please listen to the song.

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The Power of Song

2011-09-01T14:20:00.002-05:00

Do me a favor and listen to this song...first.

Because you sang
(by R.P.Edwards)

Past the mind
Into the heart
The word in song
A piercing part
That rends the spirit
The soul
The “know”
Once fallow ground
Now new things…grow

It caught me totally off guard. I was watching one of the final episodes of “America’s Got Talent” (a contest of sorts to find an “act” suitable for a Vegas run along with a million dollar prize [light, diversionary fare]) and, frankly, since part of the “filler” of these final shows usually consists of “modern” musicians and their offerings (blech!), I usually mute or fast forward. This time, however, I waited a moment to at least hear the beginnings. And, with the words in song, delivered by a beautiful voice…I was moved.

The singer: Susan Boyle. A middle-aged success story who rose to fame from the British version of the talent show. The song: written by Bjorn Ulvaeus and Benny Andersson of ABBA fame (younger folk ask your nearest elder) for their musical, “Kristina from Duvemala” which is, itself, taken from the novel, The Emigrants, by Vilhelm Moberg.

Anyway, aside from the backstory, the song comes across as if by a person in a dark, helpless, exhausted, desperate place; a place where they need God “to be there.” And, as a Christian of some age (not “great,” but some) and, since even I have been through a few things (have not we all?)…this song somehow pierced the intellect and did an internal stirring.

You know, it’s funny, and I’ve said it many times before; you can read a three or four hundred page novel and come away with a certain “feeling,” or shifting, or moving. Or, you can listen to a four minute song…and get to the same place.

By the way, in my little research run I’ve noticed that Ms. Boyle’s rendition is a bit different from the original (word wise). More centered and Christian believer focused (as opposed to fitting in with the story line) and, I must say, I like it. I like it very much. And, over the last half day…I’ve listened; over and over and over.

Here’s a link to Helen Sjoholm (original cast member) singing the version from the musical.You have to be there

For a little more info, here’s a link to the site for “Kristina from Duvemal.” The Musical

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The Coming Storm

2011-08-27T20:32:00.000-05:00

It’s coming
(by R.P.Edwards)

“Take cover!”
Just won’t cut it
“Batten down!”
It just won’t do
There’s a killer storm a comin’
And it’s coming, sir, for you
So before this surly slayer
Comes surely cross your path
Seek refuge in the tower
That delivers souls…from wrath

The name of the Lord is a strong tower; The righteous runs into it and is safe.
(Proverbs 18:10)

At the time of this writing, Hurricane Irene is still in the process of chewing up the eastern seaboard. It’s a big’n. Spanning hundreds of miles this slow mover blows hard and waters much. She’s the talk of the news and many have and are preparing for her coming. Following is what Mayor Ray Sturza told a Fox reporter.

“Our principle goal is not to lose a life. There’s no reason anyone should lose their life as a result of this. We know it’s coming. We’re implementing safety measures. But, it creates a sense of anxiety because it’s getting ready to turn your whole life upside-down if you live out here.”

The good mayor is the leader of the small town of Kill Devil Hills. Located on the outer banks of North Caroline, said community is just a little south of Kitty Hawk; yes, of Wright Brothers fame. Supposedly the Midwesterners spent some time there testing their gliders before the powered flight they are so famous for.

Anyway, just another centering thought. It seems the collective “we” have enough sense to prepare for the coming hurricane, but, dear reader, the storm called “death” is also on the horizon; and it is definitely coming, unstoppably, for you…and me. The remedy; the solution; the answer to this killer, however, is not a matter of our “doing,” not a matter of boards on the window, or running in the roadster, but it is a needful recognizing and reaching out to the one who has already “done.” And that person; that strong tower; that one who has conquered the storm…is Jesus Christ. And so, as the waters of death come closer; as it begins to lap at our feet, and then creep ever higher, threatening and promising to swallow our hopes, our dreams, our very life and soul; let us just do what those in the icy waves do instinctively. Those whose trusted vessel has gone under and their mortal strength reveals its fatal unfaithfulness; let us just look to the compassionate rescuer nearby and cry out, “Jesus, save me!” And then, as his hand is offered…just take it. Yes, take his hand…and live.

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The Supreme Solution

2011-08-24T12:41:00.002-05:00

A song about the supreme court. And you thought we didn't have royalty in this country.

Pilot Error
(by R.P.Edwards)

The ground is unforgiving
For flight plans…gone awry
And with the pilot error
A crash
And people…die

It was a monstrous airship; a multiengined stratoliner that carried a multitude, higher, higher, faster, faster through an often turbulent and storm-tossed sky interspersed, from time to time, with huge granite peaks piercing the white canopy, promising, with the slightest error in judgment, a quick and violent and certain…end. But, with a reliable and tested flight plan, and a competent crew, the many on board felt fairly secure that their destination would be reached. That is, until the nine navigators began quibbling over the course. For, you see, four were adamant that the written instructions were to be taken “as is,” and four thought there was wiggle room in the reading of the coordinates (indeed, their predecessors established the precedence of throwing babies out the rear exit to lighten the load, and “their” predecessors thought Americans with dark skin could also be likewise treated) And the final navigator, the decider, he waffled back and forth betwixt the two. Finally, after the horrified passengers saw the wingtips barely brush the branches on a speeding past peak, they banded together and decreed (for these many actually “owned” the aircraft) that “wayward” navigators could be overruled, and if need be…fired.

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Although it seems I’m on a Rick Perry run, I’m actually still in a wait and see mode. However, the recent publication of his “to do” list caught my eye. Abolish the income tax; balance the budget; make abortion illegal; defend traditional marriage, and a couple of provisions to rein in activist judges. Concerning the “Kings,” these would have term limits and, if a heinous or outlandish ruling came down (such as Roe v Wade) the congress, with a two thirds majority, could “overrule” the judges without going the amendment route. I like that; and it’s about time. But I have to wonder; how did we even get to this spot where we nonchalantly accept the fact that some judges can rewrite the Constitution without consequence? Of course there should be provisions short of impeachment to correct a wayward judiciary! I only hope it happens before the “navigators” turn us into the ever-nearing cliffs.

Rick Perry’s “to do” list: Gov Perry's list

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It's a fact? Really?

2011-08-20T12:59:00.000-05:00

Bad Science
(by R.P.Edwards)

Science is subjective
By definition…shouldn’t be
But scientists are human
With biases
like you and me

It wasn’t farfetched. I knew it could be done (people on TV could do it!). So, why could not I, a tot of sub-kindergarten age, jump off the brick wall (a railing of sorts; perhaps two feet tall) dive, do a mid-air flip, and land safely and triumphantly on my feet in the meager pile of leaves I had gathered adjacent my launch-point. And so, with a simple bend at the knees and a vigorous bound, I took off! And, a second later, I landed squarely on my head (the leaves offering little comfort). Yes, my experimentation ended with this sore-headed performance. I concluded, therefore, that it was not as easy as, at first, supposed. And, if I had not had the knowledge that there were actually people who could do this feat; perhaps I would have surmised through my “failed” experiment that it could not be done…at all.
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You start with a question. You gather data. You propose a hypothesis, a solution, an answer; and then you test, test, test to see if the hypothesis holds water. It’s called the scientific method and it is absolutely essential in the hard sciences, such as Physics and Chemistry. It is not, however, a tool that can be used in the area of history, or origins. Oh, there are plenty of questions, and educated guesses, but there can never be testing. And, even though a “majority” may repeat the mantra, and though armies of lock-step lab-coated men and women with impressive titles in front and letters behind their names swear their allegiance to Darwin’s child and shout with full conviction, “Scientific Fact!;” it can never, never be more than an untested theory. And though they love to malign and belittle those whose faith reaches beyond the natural realm; those who believe that the human spirit is more than the result of the astronomical alignment of blind chance mutations; these men of science remind us all that they are indeed human. Filled with bias. Biases that would not be tolerated in the “hard sciences” from which we all have benefited.

And so they come out. Those who would label Christians such as Rick Perry as anti-science. But, as the previous paragraph infers, there is a big difference between the evidence-heavy “hard sciences” and the mushy, malleable “believings” of Darwinists and their ilk who, seeing the left-overs of long ago events, and grasping for even the hint of an evolutionary “change,” (and taking, as a given, no “unnatural” influences) these, with abandon, extrapolate wildly backward and boldly assert, “Evolution is a Fact!” What utter hogwash!

I’ll not go on and on. But I will name a few of the results of the two experiments we "have" seen in our lifetime (if you have a few years on you, that is). On the one hand we have seen a great--though imperfect--nation; one where the majority of its people held to the belief in the God mentioned in the Declaration of Independence; this nation was unmatched in strength, moral virtue, wealth and prosperity; and, on the other hand we now see the results as evolutionary thought has taken hold in the Universities, the courts, public schools, the media and government. Now, this nation that is rejecting our former beholdence to God, it is, and has become anemic (not yet militarily, thankfully), sickly and bankrupt. We, following the tenets of the proclaimed “scientific fact” murder our children and muddy our institutions. Yes, even our credit rating is down; but our moral rating is, as a result, far lower. And, though I doubt any reasonable candidate would seek my advice; if they did, he or she, when challenged, might dare to read the list of the test results. Then…let the social scientists among us (those who vote), based on the data, decide the better of the two “theories.”

Here’s a site you might find interesting: Answers in Genesis

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Perry and Global Warming

2011-08-18T05:50:00.000-05:00

The Chicago Cubs and Global Warming. Yeah, that's me singing. Read the piece, then listen to me croon.

Because we say so
(by R.P.Edwards)

“Because we say so!”
That’s the gist
The liberal stamp
On favored lists
Global Warming
Married Gays
Spread the wealth
The rich man pays
Evolution
Man from bugs
Bullets bad
We’ll fight with hugs
Babies only, when they cry
In the womb?
Ok to die
Worship gods
But not the Christ
History, ok to heist
America, the planet’s scum
But tyrants?
Well, we call them “chum”

“But Perry's opinion runs counter to the view held by an overwhelming majority of scientists…” A lined gleaned from an AP piece concerning Texas Governor, Rick Perry’s expressed doubts that the activity of man has caused global warming. Translation: “Anybody who’s anybody “knows” that human activity is causing the globe’s fever. We have a list.”

I’ll not belabor the point (the job beckons), but Mr Perry’s not falling for the “a bunch of us says so” line is just another reason to look his way. “Majority rules” may work in Congress, or on the playground, but it shouldn’t be the standard for scientific fact. It’s refreshing when, from time to time, the emperor is reminded that he is buck naked. Kudos, Texan!

Here’s a link to “another” list. Scientists who respectfully disagree with Al Gore’s child http://www.petitionproject.org/

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Rick Perry for Prez

2011-08-16T01:11:00.000-05:00

Suggestion: read my little preamble, then click on the video above.

Rick Perry
(by R.P.Edwards)

Far from Harvard’s Ivy ick
That squishy speech that makes you sick
A Texan talks
In honest drawl
Reminding we
Of freedom’s call

Past the midnight toll. Still catching up a bit. I looked to youtube to find Texas Governor, Rick Perry’s, “running for president” announcement. He chose to avoid the “straw” poll in Iowa and spilled the beans in South Carolina instead. I’ll not ramble (as “his” words are first hand, and mine, second) however, I was immediately endeared because he didn’t use…a teleprompter.

The question: Am I fully behind Mr. Perry? Still deciding, but yes, I’d take him any day (you know the rest).

Here’s a link to a site that shows where the governor stands on a variety of topics. Issues

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Iowa Debate 2012

2011-08-14T00:21:00.003-05:00

For mood enhancement, click selection above, then read on...

Dad I
(by R.P.Edwards)

As a little lad
I thought it sad
That daddy watched the news
I thought it dull
To sit and mull
While talkers talked the blues
Now here am I
So far from spry
But something’s taken hold
I stay up late
And watch debate
I guess I’m getting old

It was waiting for me. Somewhere near the top of the list the Iowa debate from a couple days ago. I knew it was there, but I was detained and drained, but now…for fun…I’ll watch it.

Ok, I “watched” it. After whipping up some pancakes, and with momma out of the house, I reclined on the bed and watched the eight presidential wannabees face off. Those in attendance were, former governors Tim Pawlenty, Mitt Romney and Jon Huntsman; Congressfolk Michele Bachmann and Ron Paul; former speaker Newt Gingrich; former senator Rick Santorum, and business guy, Herman Cain. And, not in attendance, but a presence none-the-less, Texas Governor Rick Perry. Now, I really did watch it. Even took notes. And only dozed off about five times (for a moment or two, rewinding to regroup). But, I just don’t feel like tediously expounding (there are plenty of other expounders about). So, I’ll summarize with a poem.

The Gist of the List
(by R.P.Edwards)

Pawlenty and Bachmann
Duked it out
Ron Paul’s posse
Gave a shout
Cain knows more
Than he knew before
Santorum said,
“Give me the floor!”
Newt was grouchy
That was clear
Huntsman, huh?
Should he be here?
Mitt was cool
In his tailored suit
All had come
Their horns to toot
They spoke of how
They’d save the farm
Fixes for
Obama’s harm
Traditional marriage
Babies worth
America’s place
On planet earth
Then they were asked
Of Perry’s plan
Of how they viewed
The Texas man
Then one and all
With tepid grin
Said
“The water’s fine
Just step on in!”

And again, my assessment? I’d take any one of them over the current occupant of the white house.
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One more thing. The previous post shares some family happenings this week. Thanks for the messages of sympathy. Also, it just so happens that in my Bible reading I was slowly cruising through the Old Testament book of Ecclesiastes. Here was a verse that stood out (appropriate, I thought).

“It is better to go to a house of mourning than to a house of feasting, because that is the end of every man, and the living take it to heart.” (Ecclesiastes 7:2)

At the funeral of my father in law there was an abundance of tears and tender hearts. The minister, as many ears were open, wisely reminded these that there was also a coming “end” for each, and that the proper preparation for the inevitable involves a personal reaching to the way maker…Jesus Christ. I invite the reader also, for a moment, to pause and consider your individual end (it‘s not that far away). And, if considering brings unction, click on the section titled, “Of first Importance” in the upper right corner.

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Coming to Ground

2011-08-10T12:52:00.000-05:00

Coming to Ground
(by R.P.Edwards)

Coming to ground
Emptied of “things”
Puffed up distractions, have all taken wings
Gone with your dying
Our trivial tome
Yes
We’re coming to ground
As you travel…home

Four heads bowed…and mournful weeping. Four hearts raw and rent…and lowered to earth. Four delicate petals surrounding the center; the remains of a father, husband, leader, friend. He…has died. And we; lonely we…are the less.

My father-in-law passed away a few days ago. The call came at the midnight toll and, before we got there; before my wife had another chance to look into her “daddy’s” eyes…he was gone. And, as I stood back--before the influx of the many (though it was so late)--I saw she and her two sisters, and their precious mother, bow their heads and express with tender tears that for which words are without strength.

Now, I usually reserve this space for less personal observations. But I, with your indulgence (and as we are still in the process of release) would like, for just a moment, to honor the man who was so much to so many. His name is Russell Edwards (I write “is” because he still “is”. Death is but a door). A rather intimidating figure when we first met (as he was well over six foot and I, barely there). And, as I remember it, he was more than a match for me and my navy buddies who sought, on one occasion, to test his mettle. And, though he was a bit of a bear on the outside, when love needed to be shown…his mushy middle was exposed. And, perhaps the greatest expression of this (relating to me and mine) was when, at a very difficult and dark time, he offered his home to be shared by my family of four. No conditions. No limits or lease. Just…come.

So, Russell Lee Edwards, till we meet again. You have traveled on; but your gifts…continue.

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“Coming to ground.” Getting to that place where only the essential…is essential. It seems to me, through the many difficulties that have and are coming upon our land, that we, as a nation, are coming to ground. Coming to that place where the foundation…is laid bare. How much better it would be; yes, how much better if we actually “sought” that barren spot which demands renewal and restoration, rather than to be forced, kicking and screaming, to lay aside our consuming toys and trivialities.

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Look into the casket

2011-08-03T09:40:00.000-05:00

The Whole Truth
(by R.P.Edwards)

Judgment distant
Judgment poor
Look in the casket
Then
Be sure

Fifty-six years ago, this month, a fourteen year old African-American boy named Emmett Till went from his home in Chicago to visit some relatives in Mississippi. He apparently said or did some inconsequential “something” that rubbed local whites the wrong way and, in the middle of night he was abducted, brutally tortured, murdered, and his body was dumped into the Tallahatchie River. His grieving mother, wanting the world to actually see what had been done to her child, ordered an open casket at the funeral. Emmett’s horribly disfigured remains became a rallying point for a nation that was beginning to come to terms with the appalling injustice suffered by millions of their fellow Americans The open casket…showed the truth. And the truth…led to action.
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The other day, as I was searching for pro-life sites to send a book invite (Sir John & the Dragon’s Boast has a strong pro-life subplot) I ran across “The Center for Bio-ethical Reform.” It’s homepage greeted me with an Emmett Till moment. For there, on the screen, scrolling before me, was the truth of abortion. Graphic? Yes. But jarringly eye-opening. And, I dare say, if the seven black-robed men who, in 1973, took on the mantle of godhood, and passed the death sentence for over 50 million Americans; if these had paused to look into the casket of their actions…they might have reconsidered. And, if the millions of “I love Jesus” Christians who, without remorse, vote for those who support the slaughter; if these dared to look into the casket…they might reconsider. And, if the local populace and government of Granite City IL, took a moment to see what their (our) indifference tolerates; they too might reconsider.

You know; I often hesitate at the using of the “M” word but, with the help of the visual truth, I now have no problem calling abortion what God calls it…murder. And, dear reader, I challenge “you” to look into the casket. But, be warned, “known” truth …makes demands. Here's a link: http://www.abortionno.org/

Following is a verse from a Bob Dylan song having to do with the injustice done to Emmett Till. I have no idea what the “blowin’ in the wind” folks singer thinks of the unborn. But…the words fit.

If you can't speak out against this kind of thing, a crime that's so unjust,
Your eyes are filled with dead men's dirt, your mind is filled with dust.
Your arms and legs they must be in shackles and chains, and your blood it must refuse to flow, For you let this human race fall down so God-awful low!
(from The Death of Emmett Till by Bob Dylan)

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3 houses down

2011-07-29T18:53:00.000-05:00

3 houses down
(by R.P.Edwards)

Three houses down
10 years apart
Children
And laughter
And feasting of heart
Savor these moments
The hours
The years
For soon “you’ll” remember
As others…you hear

I was standing in front of the backyard grill. Above the coals; burgers, brats and a few “plump when you cook them” wieners. And, to my left, three houses down; wafting over the privacy fence; the sound of small children in joyful frolic and, mixed in with the squeals and laughter, older voices; no doubt the careful caregivers; monitoring the merry mayhem and perhaps, like I, shuffling some protein on the grill.

And I thought to myself, “Ten years. What a difference ten years makes.” For, you see, a decade ago many of “my” children were the wee ones; bounding, splashing, laughing, as I, with less gray, shuffled the sizzling meat over the glowing Kingsford cubes. Ten little years. Ten little years…from “there”…to here.

However, this isn’t meant to be a somber piece. Just a gentle reminder of the brevity of being. A reality check to bring to light our common illusion of mortal…immortality. Yes, a centering to “what’s really important.” And…a little post-it note for the fridge to remind that eternal things…are the things…you don’t see.
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Concerning the Book (upper right). A couple days left on the give-away. Pertinent info can be found at the bottom of the previous post.

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The Wrong side of Prosperity

2011-07-23T05:50:00.000-05:00

Generic Faith
(by R.P.Edwards)

Generic Faith
A wonderful thing
It makes the saint
And heathen sing
For one can see
The invisible God
And the other sees man
In a lifeless…bog

Poor Tommy
(by R.P.Edwards)

Little Tommy
Fat and fed
Twists upon
His comfy bed
Dreaming of
A life of ease
No more
“Mommy, Daddy, please”
And so upon
His eighteenth toll
He bids goodbye
And takes a stroll
Free from chains
Of Don’ts and Dos
A life of only
“I…will choose”
But soon
With given money…spent
His “life” is labor
Bowed and bent
The world, his tutor
Cold and cruel
His teacher’s taunt
“Now listen, Fool!”
And now see Tommy
Nearly dead
Twisting on
His cardboard bed
Dreaming of
His life of ease
When he said
“Mommy, Daddy…please”

And the thought came to me, “We’re on the wrong side of prosperity.” We’re on the “handed to me” side. The “I didn’t have to earn it” side. And, as is sometimes the case, since we’ve always “had” it, we can get a little “squishy” as to how we got here, and how we can stay here.

Oh, I’ve experience in this. Mom and Dad provided a fine home: food, clothing, healthcare, a peaceful environment. But I, as ignorance is wont to do, made broad sweeping assumptions as I jumped into the arms of “the world.” Knowing, naturally, that all the hard earned givens of mom and pop…would go with me. Nope.

Even so, today, as our parents’ inheritance is nearly spent (financially and morally), and we, at last, become somewhat concerned (well, not in the moral area, we haven’t quite reached Sodom yet), we theorize what “we” will do to maintain the peace and prosperity so willingly handed to us. And, dear reader, I believe our “assumptions” will lead, if we’re not careful, to the cardboard box, and the tin cup, and the toothless grin, and the diseased death…at an early age.

Ok, enough of that. Of late, I’ve been busy with the e-book thing (not to mention “the job”). The words are adequate (maybe, changes with each read). And the punctuation is passable (maybe, changes with each reading) and, I’m a little concerned that there might be a “cat edit” in the mix. Meaning; in the editing process the cat dashed across the keyboard (at least once.) I didn’t see any damage, but there might be something weird in there. Please let me know if you find one.

Anyway, the book is back up (to your upper right). And, till the end of July…it is a “free” download. So, click on the dragon; put it in your “cart” (there’s some other hoops, of course) and, in the coupon spot, type WN25P. And, if you don’t have an e-reader device, might I suggest the free adobe reader (that’s what I use on the computer). Here’s a link:http://get.adobe.com/reader/

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Angela Michael for Congress

2011-07-16T13:01:00.000-05:00

300,000 and counting

The Fourth estate

(by R.P.Edwards)

Ignorance
May bring mercy
But only by
Degree
But what of those
Who “know” the truth
And “keep” that truth
From thee?

The thought came to me, “I’m a supporter; not a reporter.”

The setting: in front of one of the largest abortion mills in the Midwest. Name: the Hope Clinic for Women. The occasion: a courageous pro-life advocate named, Angela Michael, is running on the democratic ticket…for congress. To introduce her; a man of some notoriety, Randall Terry. If you’re a little older that name may sound familiar. He was the former head of Operation Rescue; a group known for blockading abortion providers with their bodies; a kind of civil disobedience thing. And, he’s also running for president.

Well, you might think this “official announcement” might warrant a reporter or two. Nope. Even though the “heads up” press release came out two days prior, the regional rag…would have none of it.

“So strange,” thought I. Surely “some” of their readership is interested (ironically: this paper is supposedly the “conservative” voice around here [alright, I’ll tell you, The Belleville News Democrat]). Mr. Terry’s past, alone, is worth at least a paragraph. And the story of “why” they’re running is compelling. But, apparently the “paper powers” don’t want to know; and sadly, tragically, they don’t want “you” to know either.

A while back I read a snippet of something that Pope Benedict XVI wrote: It was in reference to when Jesus asked the Father to “forgive them, for they know not what they do.” And, there were a couple other instances in the scripture where the “ignorance defense” was given. Said the Papal chief: “Ignorance diminishes guilt, and leaves open the path to conversion.” I went “Hmmm” that sounds about right. But then I ask myself, “When it comes to evil. What of those who not only approve of it; but then actually go out of their way to make sure you remain…ignorant?”

In my rummaging about the web I found Mr. Terry’s website. If you're concerned about the unborn, I would recommend a look. Also, included is a link to Mrs Michael’s campaign site.
Angela Michael for Congress
Randall Terry

And, you may notice the dragon to your right. It’s a book that was penned some time ago and is now available for download. I recommend you read the “free portion” first, and then, (if you are so inclined) wait a week for the rest. Why? Because I want to read the thing for the millionth time to make sure I didn’t make a keystroke boo boo in the final phase (if found, it should be corrected by then).

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Charlie Rangel and Jesus

2011-07-11T11:45:00.003-05:00

To enhance your journey (if you can stand it) you are invited to click the youtube link above.

What Would Jesus Do?
(by R.P.Edwards)

W…W…J…D
Words to live by
For you
For me
But please
Oh please
Before we say
Let’s read the book
To learn
His way

Representative Charlie Rangel, 81 years old, Today! (Happy Birthday, Mr Rangel) [oops, "June 11", not July, Mea Culpa]. He’s kind of up there, so maybe a little slack is in order. But please, Charlie, “What would Jesus do?”

His comment had to do with the debate over raising the debt ceiling. How some might suffer from the lack of funds. On a Sunday interview he added, “The issues are so morally clear, and that is we are our brothers keeper…if you read your Bibles, and you read the spiritual scriptures you will see that clearly, God would have; Jesus would have something to say about this debate…”

Well, the logical progression (or digression) is, good sir, what would be Jesus’ thoughts concerning your views of the unborn, traditional marriage, etc.

I won’t go on and on. It’s an old saw. It’s one of my puzzlements; that so many who “speak” of and for him, either are misinformed, forgetful, or perhaps “hopeful” that “He” is created in “their” image.

One thing is certain; without question, when compared to Redeemer, we all fall short. However, as many who would inject "Him" into the debate (whatever that debate might be); heaven help us all…to line up with “His” dos.

Here’s a link to Mr. Rangel’s brief interview on Fox (sorry for the commercial) WWJD

And here’s former Pastor/Governor Mike Huckabee’s take: Mike's take

The theme music comes from the 1961 movie, King of Kings. The musical score...by Miklos Rozsa. I actually love this music. Why? Because way back when, when I saw these "movies" on TV, the Lord would use these imperfect vessels (Hollywood took liberties) to touch a young man's heart.

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Washington's Patriotism

2011-07-04T14:36:00.000-05:00

The fourth
(by R.P.Edwards)

We remember the colors
Red, white and blue
We remember the fireworks
The boom…and the Oooo!
We remember the food
The burgers and fries
And sometimes
We’ll remember
The soldier
Who dies

You know, when you’re steeped in the stuff; when it’s a part of your reasoning process; when it acts as a filter or prism through which the world is seen, well, naturally you think that most are aware of such things. That most have a general knowledge. But, of course, that’s not true and, it is rather silly to live there; in that place of make believe.

Today is the Fourth of July. Our nation’s birthday. When patriotism is in vogue and, no matter our individual persuasion, we can at least celebrate our “being here” with a burger, a beer, and maybe even a nod to “Johnny” on the front line.

And, thinking briefly of the words “patriot” and “patriotism,” I remembered something written by an honorable American who shared his views on the subject. I dare say you might call him an “expert,” although you don‘t hear his name much anymore. His name…is George Washington.

Following is an excerpt from his farewell address, circa 1796.

Of all the dispositions and habits which lead to political prosperity, religion and morality are indispensable supports. In vain would that man claim the tribute of patriotism who should labor to subvert these great pillars of human happiness - these firmest props of the duties of men and citizens. The mere politician, equally with the pious man, ought to respect and to cherish them. A volume could not trace all their connections with private and public felicity. Let it simply be asked, Where is the security for property, for reputation, for life, if the sense of religious obligation desert the oaths which are the instruments of investigation in courts of justice? And let us with caution indulge the supposition that morality can be maintained without religion. Whatever may be conceded to the influence of refined education on minds of peculiar structure, reason and experience both forbid us to expect that national morality can prevail in exclusion of religious principle.

Funny, isn’t it? How the Father of our Country called religion and morality “indispensable supports;” the “firmest props of the duties of men and citizens.” And that “in vain would that man claim the tribute of patriotism who should labor to subvert” them? And yet, for decades now, so many in power have sought to do just that; subvert, ignore, belittle, destroy. And, as we continue to eat of “their” labors, still we speak of liberty, freedom, and patriotism, but, as is so often the case, the children…are not the parents.

Happy Fourth to all. As we strive to remember the birth of the babe, let us also endeavor to remember…the labor pains…of true patriotism.

Here's a link to the address: Washington's farewell address

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From here to there

2011-07-02T19:27:00.000-05:00

From here…to there
(by R.P.Edwards)

From here to there
Is all we need
But some choose looks
And others speed
Some choose comfort
Hot and cold
And some choose new
And others old
Some choose tough
To climb a hill
Some choose sleek
That never will
Some choose pricey
To catch the eye
And others, cheap
No time for pride
But in the end
When said and done
Our choices, many
Down to one
Our simple need
Our common care
Is that we get
From here…to there

For some "tongue-in-cheek" mood music. Click the youtube selection above the poem. What song? What else: "I'm in love with my car." by Queen.

“I “am” a mechanic.” Music to the ears.

A couple hours into my “working midnights” rest cycle…the phone rang. “I’m in the Sams parking lot…and the van won’t start.” Sigh. Up I get; ride I borrow; stand I do; wiggle, hem, haw, pray, and a couple gents walk over. One, like me, knows some stuff. I ask (a light-hearted query), “Are you a mechanic?” His answer: “No.” But, to his left a bearded gentleman speaks up and says, “I “am” a mechanic.”

You know, there’s something about watching someone mess with your problem stuff. Someone who knows what they’re doing, that is. For the computer, it’s my son. He’s nearly done with his programming degree and, along the way, he’s learned all kinds of “fix that” info that comes in quite handy. One day I had a virus and it was amusing to see how he did an end-run around the bug’s devious counter-measures. Problem solved.

Well, this mechanic guy was like that. He checked this, beat that, wiggled this and, before long he discovered a relay that wasn’t relaying. Said there might be a short somewhere, taxing the little gizmo to its untimely end. After giving us some info as to a solution, he asked what else he could do. And, you know, I believe if I had asked him to ferry us home…he would have. Turns out he was a Christian. Not just a talker, but a walker. Wish I had gotten the name of his shop.

Well, it’s been a few more hours. The van made it home. There may still be some “bugs” to work out and, the running theme I get from my “advisors” is “get rid of it as soon as possible.” But, that little “headache” allowed me to meet a couple nice folk. Got to touch base with daughter and son-in-law (they came to help also), and, it gave me an appreciation for those in a similar situation. But, don’t get me wrong, I want a vehicle, when all is said and done, that will simply, reliably, get me from here…to there. But, sometimes, “here to there” is a lonely ride.

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As long as it doesn't hurt...

2011-06-28T06:41:00.002-05:00

No Pain
(by R.P.Edwards)

Casey Anthony
Got a pass
All because of Pain
The curious, furious
Wondered why
We’ll let the judge
Explain
He said
“Current jurisprudence
For in utero demise
Says “pain” is the criteria
Therefore
Precedence applies”

Yes, I can see it now. New laws on the books. The sentencing of those who slaughter, mitigated by the “Pain factor.”

“But your honor,” says the defending barrister, “he waited until they were asleep before blowing their heads off.”

I was doing my usual flitting about the web when I happened upon the debate about when a “fetus” can feel pain. Twenty-six weeks? Twenty-four? Twenty? The reason being, that it might not be nice to kill the “thing” if it felt uncomfortable while it’s little arms and legs were being ripped off.

So, I was thinkin‘, since “it hurts!” is now a factor, then, if Miss Anthony is indeed guilty of killing her daughter Caylee (surely you’ve been watching the proceedings?!) using chloroform, that means, by golly, that it was painless! So, it’s kind of a nice murder. Therefore, the sentence should reflect her humanity (all this “alleged,” of course).

Let’s review. Killing the baby in the womb is alright…as long as it doesn’t feel any pain. But, the real question is, dear reader, what of the pain in the Creator’s heart as we slaughter “his” children? Are we concerned with that? Apparently not.

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Move the statue

2011-06-25T10:38:00.003-05:00

New York et. al.
(by R.P.Edwards)

I fear for my country
The home of the brave
We bow to our beast
Becoming…it’s slave
Contempt for the fathers
Disdain for their tools
While we eat of “their” harvest
And whisper
“What fools”

And so, with much celebration, New York has gone the way of the “other” enlightened states (Massachusetts, Connecticut, Iowa, Vermont and New Hampshire) in allowing same-sex marriage. Once again, the God of their Constitution, the God of our fathers, the God of the “endowed by their Creator“…got it wrong. Just for fun, here’s part of the meaningless preamble to the Empire State’s premier document:

The People of the State of New York, grateful to Almighty God for our Freedom, in order to secure its blessings, DO ESTABLISH THIS CONSTITUTION

You know, I understand how some will cover and confuse the issue with the abstract absolute of L..O..V..E, (ignoring, of course, that in fairness the definition of marriage must now be expanded ad infinitum), but we’re talking society here. The nurturing of children. The bedrock of the family unit. And, when those who have been so exquisitely schooled at the sewers of higher education; when these wrestle from God that which is only His to decree, then, choosing this path; to knowingly, arrogantly step outside of His sphere of blessing, they, by their actions; well...they then invite His “unblessing”.

Yes, yes, I know this is very “religious” and not at all in the comfort zone of “conservatism,” but, if the foundation of our Republic becomes corrupt; then who cares if we balance the budget, or control our borders, or repeal Obamacare? And, although we pedestalize (a word I just invented) those who make money, or tickle us with their “talent,“ the truth is…a prosperous whoremonger is worthy only of contempt.

One final extremist thought (that’s funny isn’t it. I’m an “extremist” because I believe in traditional marriage), since the political world is increasingly complex these days, we, whoever “we” are, must, we MUST become aware of the value of our vote. As mentioned in a previous post, thanks to Illinois voters putting in Governor Quinn, we are now sliding ever closer to Gomorrah. However, I’m sure, before the election, many groups endorsed the man because of his “friendly” attitude towards Unions, or some other special interest (remember, a pro-union union guy is writing this!). But, with his “carrot,” came the chain. And although I hope we prosper under his reign, I’ll truly be amazed if we do.

Another final thought (we’ll call it an amendment). Over the last sixty five years (thanks in great part to the Supreme Court) we’ve been told over and over that the “God thing” is a garnish, an inconsequential, a “not to be taken seriously” archaic belief. That “God” really had nothing to do with the birth, beginnings, or greatness of this Republic. Well, all their careful planting is finally coming to harvest. Let’s just see if the fruit of their labors…is what they expected.

Hopefully my next post will be light and fluffy.

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No Pledgin' Mitt

2011-06-22T06:41:00.002-05:00

The Pledge
(by R.P.Edwards)

If you’re wrong
On what’s wrong
Your "right"
Is askew
Not seeing the depths
We question
Your view
For foundations are built
On deep solid stone
To reach to the sky
The depths
You must own

As I prepare for the “job” thing--this time cracking the dawn--I ponder the “pledge” and why Mitt won’t sign it. I speak, of course, of the declaration put together by the Susan B. Anthony List--a PAC dedicated to babies not dying in the womb. Susan B. Anthony, by the way--aside from the dollar coin that didn’t make it--was a 19th century suffragette who once referred to abortion as, “child murder.”

Anyway, this organization, trying to plumb the depths of GOP presidential candidates, offered them a pledge that supports the “right to life” as a potential resume booster. Five signed. Three declined. Here's a link to the Susan B. site where you can see the pledge and pledgers: The Pledge signers

Now, concerning Gov Romney, I’m still not clear on the reason for his “nay,” but it takes him down a peg in my “I want this guy” view. Why? Because of all the issues out there; the budget, the border, education, defense, etc, this one…is a definer. You see, to simple me--and I know this will chafe many a collar bone (sorry. no, not really)-- if you don’t “get it” that--to use Susan B’s phrase-- that “child murder” is wrong, well, your understanding of our “under Godness” is misplaced…or missing.

You see, like Slavery, abortion is a monstrous evil. A horrid practice that acts as a cancer to our Republic. A grievous sin that demands heaven’s attention. And, to push it aside (not that it should “be” the platform, but certainly a plank!) because of political expediency, well, that causes me to question your foundations.

However--as I prepare to exit the building--fear not. I most certainly would vote for Mitt Romney (and just about anyone else selected) over President Obama. Why? Because our current chief executive has made it abundantly clear, time and time again, that to him, the baby in the womb…is but...chattel.

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Nero Redux

2011-06-18T10:12:00.000-05:00

An epiphany of sorts. That last post. The one with the link to “The Magnificent Seven” theme. Well…understanding that reality shows like “Survivor” would be incredibly boring without the background music, I, in an attempt to make my drivel more palatable, will, from time to time, suggest a YouTube link for “mood enhancement.” Perhaps the more astute commentators don’t need this crutch but…. Oh, yes, this will involve you opening another “tab” (in order to return to The Layoff Letters) while the music plays. If you don’t know how to do that…ask your kids (that’s what I do.) Today’s music selection…What a Wonderful World…enjoy What a Wonderful World

Nero Redux
(by R.P.Edwards)

Nero fiddled
Loud and sweet
While Rome was burning
At his feet
Oblivious to
The hot decay
“I’ll blame the Christians
Anyway”

Inspiration in the room. There I was, involved in one of my time-consuming pursuits and, from across the room the barely audible words, “I wonder where he hides his fiddle.”

“Huh?” says I.

“The President,” responds my wife. “We hear how the economy is in the tank, and he proceeds to tell us how good things are.” Thus, Rome decaying, and the leader…playing.

Well, no need to list the “negatives.” Many “see” the stats. Many are “in” the stats. The question is, when, in our wonderful system that allows us every few years to…change our minds, take a different tack, throw the rascals out; when “that” time gets here…will we be swooned by the same old tune, or will we choose a different conductor? History suggests that many will be swayed by the “play.” But, hopefully, as the burning timbers from our house glance off our heads (from time to time) perhaps we will be wise enough to choose a new fire chief. And then, with water to the blaze, we can sing…What a Wonderful World.

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The Magnificent Seven 2011

2011-06-15T08:54:00.004-05:00

The Debate
(by R.P.Edwards)

Pawlenty had some pointers
Santorum had his say
Romney made a go of it
Bachmann made some hay
Gingrich pearled some wisdom
Cain spoke plain…like Paul
And ‘gainst the current president
I’d choose…“them”
One…and all

The people were oppressed, fearful, impoverished. O, they weren’t lazy, they worked hard. Real hard. But, just when they started to get ahead; live the “dream,”…then Big Brother would violently butt in and take “their” money, and redistribute and waste it! Well, they needed help, so these “peasants" sought out “the seven”; seven fighters who would stand up to the bully and end his reckless reign.

I’m talking, of course, of the Republican Debate in New Hampshire the other night. But, I suppose the promo could also be used for the classic movie, The Magnificent Seven. Of the movie, it’s worth a look. Came out in 1960. Star studded (Brynner, McQueen, Wallach, Coburn, Bronson, Vaughn) with a wonderful soundtrack by Elmer Bernstein. The music is classic “cowboy,” it was later used for Marlboro cigarette commercials (if I recall correctly) and maybe, of late…for steak. Anyway, it’s great. Here’s a you tube link; it will make the reading…more palatable. Theme (Click it, open a new tab, and come back)

Of the debate: I saw a rebroadcast (that work thing again). And…I have hope. Sure, I don’t agree with all these folks in all their ways. Sure, some have baggage, quirks, questions. But, unequivocally, I’d take any one of them over the current resident of the White House (of course, Huckabee for VP would bring balance to the ticket [c’mon Gov!])

A couple notes: The moderator, CNN guy John King, did a good job. However, I found it amusing that he emphasized that “this” debate, unlike others, would use the “honor system.” No “bells, whistles, or flashing lights.” Just a gentle prod from the director, now and then. However, those gentle “ahem” type cues were numerous and annoying. Kind of reminds me of the whole “we’ll sit down and talk, and all be friends” kind of thing. Good in theory. But next time…bring on the bells and whistles.

Now, for the word of the day… “Fecklessness.” Provided by Rick Santorum after a New Hampshire truck driver, Greg Salts, asked why we couldn’t get rid of some of the unnecessary military bases, to help pay down the debt. Part of the former senator’s reply is as follows:

“What we’re dealing with is a failure of leadership…He (President Obama) has turned his back on American allies and he has embraced our enemies. Our enemies no longer respect us; our friends no longer trust us; and we have a foreign policy that, unfortunately now, we’re probably going to need more of a presence because we’ve created such a vacuum, thus all of the contingency operations that you’ve seen here as the result of America’s fecklessness in dealing with the threats that confront us.”

Hear! Hear! Mr. Rick. And to “the seven”….ride on, ride hard, ride to restore freedom, liberty, ...America.

Feckless

(by R.P.Edwards)

Feckless
Is reckless
Feckless’
A fool
Flailing
And floundering
Flunking
Life’s school
So add to your learning
The learning of “wise”
Or

You’ll just be feckless
In everyone’s
eyes

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Rethunk

2011-06-13T09:38:00.000-05:00

I Recant!
(by R.P.Edwards)

I recant!
Oh! I have erred!
I bare my soul!
My blunder…share
Naive!
And simple!
A “bump” plus “kin!”
A trusting tot
And prone…to sin

Alright, I admit it. My “hope” for Congressman Weiner (the last post)…was perhaps misplaced. Perhaps I “overcompensated” a bit; not wanting my natural “naysay” to this liberal New Yorker to color my commentary. And, in the process, perhaps on the scale of objectivity I went beyond “neutral” into the “are you kidding?” zone. Or maybe I’m just a sucker.

Anyway, with all the “new” revelations, and the calls for his resignation (even from fellow democrats) and some outrage from his district (I bet his extracurricular activities were not part of the “platform”) well…I think Mr. Weiner needs to go. And, though he is resistant, the Constitution offers a simple solution that could be proposed, and passed…today. Thus:

Each House may determine the Rules of its Proceedings, punish its Members for disorderly Behavior, and, with the Concurrence of two-thirds, expel a Member.
(U.S. Constitution Article 1, Section 5, Clause 2)

So, Mr. Weiner, I wish you well. But I think it best you step down and let another take your place. And, don’t worry about income. Reality TV and cable news has a place of prominence…for you. And let’s not forget the Book Deal.

Thanks to google images (contributors) and, for a "blogger" that got it right...the first time, may I suggest the following: When Private Choices Affect Public Trust

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Wonder we

2011-06-09T21:20:00.000-05:00

Wonder we
(by R.P.Edwards)

Wonder we
At Weiner’s plea
“A hacker
Stole
The day!”
But now we see
T’was Weiner’s we
That “he”
Sent out
To play

My right hand tingles a bit, due, I suppose, to the gasoline bath it received when I popped off the fuel filter in the Walmart parking lot where our fairly new (as in “recently purchased”) van…lost consciousness. Oh, we’ve been having some electrical problems of late; usually resolved by jiggling this and that. But yesterday, (and today, for that matter), no wiggle…worked. Wife and I will be stepping out soon to meet the tow truck. The doctor is waiting. Oh yes, earlier, hoping for the “simple fix” I crawled under the conveyer and, while people were busy busying themselves with finding the lowest price, I slipped off the old--spewing filter--and slipped on …the new. “Start ‘er up, son. Darn.”

Anthony Weiner; democratic New York congressman has, like many before him, let his libido lead him into…lunacy. The “Liberal” spokesman on many issues he, behind the scenes, was sharing his most intimate “opinion” with a select group of non-constituents.

Okay, the digital channels are rife with “Weiner woes” and, rather than piling on, I sincerely hope (yes, sincerely) that his repentance is…genuine. That the Aqua Velva face-slap he rightly received has caused the young man…to refocus; to see clearly his responsibilities to his wife, his child, his country.

Yes, I’m a sucker for the “second chance.” A devotee of the “do-over.” And, though Mr W. is far too left for my taste; on a personal, human level…I hope he regroups and reforms. What a shame he had to get “exposed” in order to become…composed.

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D-Day, a day late

2011-06-07T20:08:00.000-05:00

The Full Measure
(by R.P.Edwards)

Last full measure
Nothing more
Fighting, dying
On the shore
Thousands pushing
‘gainst the spear
Long ago
So far…from here
And as we busy
In our ways
Complaining of our dreary days
Remember those
Who bought our bore
With their last full measure
On…the shore

I missed it. Didn’t even cross my mind. True, I had an extra eight added to my workday (self inflicted) but you’d think I would have paused a moment…to remember.

D-Day. The beaches of Normandy. 1944. The beginning of the end for Nazi occupied Europe. A part of the enormous effort known as World War II. When America rose to prominence and power. A time when school days began with prayer. When marriage was to be honored. And babies…were to be loved. And a time when a text…was the body…of a book.

So far are we from those days. So different are we from the values…of they. Yet, while we are quick to claim their accomplishments, we, so often, by our actions…dishonor them. We elect their opposites. We subscribe to their opposites. And we send our children to be educated by…their opposites. And, even as I pen these words (thinking perhaps a softening is in order) I pause a moment to think of the abortion clinic down the street; the recent decrees of the government of my state, and the constant spewing of the know-better media. And I conclude; perhaps “forgetting” is the proper course. At least it points in the direction of…honesty.

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A tale of two states

2011-06-03T21:31:00.000-05:00

The Determiner
(by R.P.Edwards)

Desires
We all got ‘em
Some are good
And others
Not
Some need hard restrainin’
While others
Free to trot
So who determines doing?
The right, the wrong, to be?
The wise say
“The Creator”
The rest say
Only…me

We, the People of the State of Illinois - grateful to Almighty God for the civil, political and religious liberty which He has permitted us to enjoy and seeking His blessing upon our endeavors…do ordain and establish this Constitution for the State of Illinois
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TO THE END, that justice be established, public order maintained, and liberty perpetuated; WE, the People of the State of Indiana, grateful to ALMIGHTY GOD for the free exercise of the right to choose our own form of government, do ordain this Constitution

Two states. Two constitutions. Two acknowledgments of a higher ruler; a higher government and governor. Two states talking the talk. But only one…walking the walk.

This week, Illinois, the Land of Lincoln, made “Civil Unions”--the pairing of same-sex couples--for all practical purposes equivalent with traditional marriage. Thus:

Section 5. Purposes; rules of construction. This Act shall be liberally construed and applied to promote its underlying purposes, which are to provide adequate procedures for the certification and registration of a civil union and provide persons entering into a civil union with the obligations, responsibilities, protections, and benefits afforded or recognized by the law of Illinois to spouses

And so, in Illinois the goal is obvious: to make Homosexual marriage equivalent to Traditional Marriage. And, by extension, to teach our posterity the “rightness” of this decision. Now, understand, I’m not a “gay-hater,” nor do I busy myself with concern over the bedroom antics of my co-workers or fellow citizens. But, when those over us go out of their way to “create” morality in “their” image; when these so quickly abandon the foundational beliefs and traditions that ascribe blessing to “Almighty God;” when these make it a matter of public policy to do the opposite of the divine will then I wonder, dear reader, if it‘s possible for God to justly extend “His blessing upon our endeavors.”

Now, let’s look to Indiana.

HB 1210 says (in part)

(b) An agency of the state may not:
(1) enter into a contract with; or
(2) make a grant to;
any entity that performs abortions or maintains or operates a facility where abortions are performed that involves the expenditure of state funds or federal funds administered by the state.

In other words. The Hoosiers, holding to traditional values, have acted to forbid federal funding, allotted to the state, to be given to Planned Parenthood which lists, among it’s services, the destruction of human life (aka abortion). The Obama administration, unsurprisingly, has subsequently threatened the state with “penalties” if the will of the people is not reversed.

And so, we have two states. Both talk of God. But both act very differently. And, since there is such a great distinction; such a disparity as to the divine will; this would be an excellent time for “the Supreme Judge of the world”--by His blessing, or lack thereof--to make His wishes known.

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Memorial Day

2011-05-30T06:14:00.000-05:00

Dear Reader, this post was written a couple years back. The sentiment...is the same.

From “The Stone”
(by R.P.Edwards)

At last I learn
What I’ve been told
That “treasure” lives
But not in gold
So to the stone
I come to see
And hear the words
“Remember me!”

The journey of the song began nearly twenty years ago. A recent arrival to “flyover country” my young family (just four of us then) joined a church that would, a couple times a year, rent a “memorial hall” for the purpose of holiday gatherings. On one such occasion (perhaps the first) I noticed the plaques, the inscriptions…and the stones. I don’t know what steered me, ever so slightly, away from my obsession with “self,” --perhaps the benefit of age, or some lesson my “Pop” had dropped into my subconscious decades earlier-- whatever the reason, I began to be somewhat appreciative that these names, these many, many names…represented young men whose lives were cut short…deprived of family, fortune, heritage…that I, bloated from a Thanksgiving plate, could carry on. I remember, vaguely, trying to convey some of this sentiment to my two young men. How much they heard…I know not.

Fast forward a few years. The fiftieth anniversary of the end of World War II was quickly approaching. I picked up my Appalachian instrument (autoharp) and composed a song that expressed my diluted sentiment (diluted, because my motives are not always “pure”). Well, nothing came of it (perhaps nothing was supposed to) and now, fourteen years later, with the aid of a technology not easily accessible at that time, “The Stone” is born anew. If you haven’t viewed it yet…now would be a good time.

This entry will be posted on Memorial Day . I probably won’t watch the parade…but I will remember them. I, most likely, won’t attend the ceremonies…but I will remember them. I won’t be terribly caught up with the “feelings” of the moment…but I will remember them. Instead of pausing this one brief season, I will, as God enables, stand daily--in their stead-- for their “values.” No, not the manufactured and massaged values of Academia, or Hollywood, or a wayward Judiciary. But the values of the Marine who, clutching his pierced chest, knelt into the black sands of Iwo Jima and then stood up to take the hand of his Lord. The values of the sailors whose lifeless bodies sank beneath the waves at the Battle of Coral Sea. Their bodies succumbed to the depths, but their spirits rose unhindered. The values of the thousands, upon thousands, upon thousands who knew that courage began at an alter with a bowed head and a resolute heart. Yes, it “is” time to remember them. But more than that…it is time…to “be” them.

The "video" The Stone

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The face of Israel

2011-05-26T22:32:00.000-05:00

Must do’s
(by R.P.Edwards)

Wipe your shoes off
On the mat
Brush your teeth
And pet the cat
Pick your clothes up
Tidy be
Daughter, son
Now heed my plea
Look both ways
On a busy street
Take only as much
As you can eat
With lips together
Chew your food
Daughter, son
Now, don’t be rude
Say “please,” and “thank you”
Stay in school
Live your lives
By the Golden Rule
And there’s one more thing
To aid your way
As you do your deeds
As you kneel to pray
Always, always
Daughter, son
Always, always
Never done
Always, always
Always, always
Always, always
Always, always
Always, always
Always, always
ALWAYS!
Support Israel

Now the LORD said to Abram, Go forth from your country,
And from your relatives, And from your father’s house,
To the land which I will show you; And I will make you a great nation,
And I will bless you, And make your name great;
And so you shall be a blessing; And I will bless those who bless you,
And the one who curses you I will curse. And in you all the families of the earth will be blessed. (Genesis 12:1-3)

Saw the PM of Israel, Benjamin Netanyahu, address a joint session of Congress a couple days back. I like this guy. He’s got the garb of a statesman, but the heart and substance and resume of a warrior. I liked the message. Here’s a few excerpts:

    “Israel is not what is wrong about the middle east. Israel is what is right about the middle east.”

    “In Judea and Samaria the Jewish people are not foreign occupiers.”

    “No distortion of Israel can deny the four thousand year old bond between the Jewish people and the Jewish land.”

Anyway, here’s a c-span link: Address to Congress

For the fun of it I looked to see if perhaps Mr. Netanyahu had been born in the U.S. (in fact he’s the first Israeli PM actually born in Israel). I figured, since the conservative field for president is in flux, maybe, if he had dual citizenship…he could run. Nope.

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The Coming Storm

2011-05-24T11:27:00.000-05:00

Weather Preacher
(by R.P.Edwards)

“Twenty minutes”
The preacher said
“The storm will come
And leave you…dead.
Unless, of course,
You’ve built “the room,”
To hide your life,
And cheat…the tomb”

It’s been a couple days since Death’s scythe dipped down and reaped at least 117 souls from Joplin, Missouri; a city named after a Methodist minister. Ironically (and I’m not trying to be, in any way, insensitive or callous), but the very day after the “false” prediction of the apocalypse occurred; on that Sunday, perhaps minutes or hours after some joked about the error (a natural thing to do); on that very day, over one hundred of our fellow Americans…met their personal end, in a violent, tragic, merciless…way.

Listen: the story involving a Midwestern town in pain will, for most of us, quickly fade. Even now, a couple days later, we‘ve entered the “heroic populace” stage. The “we will rebuild” stage. And the devastating blow of May 22, 2011--that brought a city to it’s knees, and a nation to tears--will, like the punishing body blow…slowly begin to heal. Some, of course, will relive the terror…everyday. But for most, with time, the moment…will fade.

Here’s my point: If we “know” a problem, a difficulty, a destructive “event” is coming; we’ll prepare for it (if we’re wise at all). I guarantee you, if the victims of this “storm” had known, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that a tornado was coming; they could have prepared. And, although we’re good about teaching our kids how to live in society, and get an education, and get a job to fill their lives with time-consuming stuff. Do we, dear reader, prepare ourselves, and them, for the “on the horizon” storm that is heading our way? Honestly, shouldn’t we prepare for this “certain” event? Don’t we owe it to ourselves, our spouse, our children…to prepare for what MUST take place?

Alright. Enough of that. Different fare to come. But, if you’ve stayed with me this far, could you please activate the youtube link to follow? It’s the recording of the few in the convenience store’s cold-storage who were faced with death. This crucible reduced them to their core; to the place where all peripherals were immediately shed, and the essentials of life and living…were brought to the forefront. Hopefully it won't take "near" death, for us to prepare for the real thing.Trapped

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Randy Savage, Doonesbury, and Judgment Day

2011-05-21T12:04:00.001-05:00

It happens
(by R.P.Edwards)

A broken clock
Is exactly right
Two times
Every day
So with the words
Think it not absurd
When a pearl comes with
the bray

Edgar C. Whisenant, (deceased) had a modicum of notoriety twenty three years ago when he pushed the idea (hard!) that the Rapture of the Church would take place in 1988. The Rapture--a word not found in scripture, but used to describe the event when believers, living and dead, rise to meet Jesus in the air--marks the point (depending on your eschatological view) when things will get terribly bad on earth, culminating with the Lord’s return to set things in order. I remember, vaguely, the message of Mr. Whisenant, but, for the reasons given in--of all places--the Doonesbury Cartoon (yesterday and today) I didn’t give the prediction much weight. And then, as today, the “certainty” proved to be…without substance.

Enter Randy Savage, aka The Macho Man. I remember, nearly three decades ago, watching the antics of this pro-wrestler as he made his rounds in the WWF. Well, a couple days back he lost his final match. All the details aren’t in, but be it a heart attack, or the unforgiving tree (or a combination), Randy Savage is dead.

I’ll not belabor the point, but death, for all of us…is coming. We can ignore it; block it out of our minds; pretend it will make an exception in our case; but…it is nearer today than yesterday. And though many will scoff (perhaps rightly so) at the misplaced zeal of the “prophet,” there will be, for each of us, an ending of this life, and an entering into another. Oh, our demise may not come with an apocalypse, but the end result will be the same…a face to face encounter with the God of the Universe. And may I, in this thoughtful moment, point as many as will, to the “Of first importance” link in the upper right.

Thanks to the Doonesbury site for the comic Doonesbury

And, thanks to Bible Gateway for scriptural assistance. Here’s a reference for the “rapture” Rapture and The Judgment

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Unloved

2011-05-19T11:46:00.000-05:00

Unloved
(by R.P.Edwards)

We mourned for the child
Unknown
And unloved
Cast to the pavement
An innocent…dove
And we wept
And we wondered
And spoke the word… “Why?”
But we shed not a tear
For the millions
That die

Now he has a name…Camden. But for nearly a week the precious child, lifeless and left on the side of a Maine road, was without identity. And, upon seeing his frail form (albeit computer enhanced) and drawing on all the emotional ties that each of us have with those of his kind, we felt a sense of loss, grief…mourning.

It, once again, comes down to the “knowing.” Because we “know” them (or someone like them) we give them weight and worth. And, although Camden’s mother may very well have had a break-down of sorts; her decision, or the accidental excess that led to the boy’s death…is no excuse. Perhaps, after all the particulars are learned, a bit of mercy will be applied to her sentence. But, make no mistake, Camden; the person; the innocent, precious child…is dead. And he cannot be replaced. He was, on earth…unique. And now, in the arms of the Savior, he receives the love that each child, without exception…deserves.

A reminder: it was the decision of seven black-robed mortals that said the birth canal was the definer of humanity. Nearly four decades ago these mere men signed the death warrants for fifty million Camdens that, for whatever reason, were, and are unloved and unwanted. And, though these children do not end up on a rural road, they, nevertheless, in passing, fill the arms of the Savior. The very one who took time out to hold the innocents, and remind his religious followers, “the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.”

And so, as, long ago, an ignorant nation was taught from the northern pulpits that Slavery was an evil in the eyes of God; Oh, that we enlightened Christians and ministers would pause just long enough from our prayer, and fasting, and seeking His face; just long enough to “do” what he did, “And He took them in His arms and began blessing them.” (Mark 10:16)

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Sighed out

2011-05-17T13:31:00.000-05:00

Sighed out
(by R.P.Edwards)

My sigher’s wore out
Used to excess
Hourly utterances
Days, without rest
Disappointments
Deceit
And shadows of doom
I need a new sigher
And a dark, padded room

C’mon Arnold. Really?

And so, yet another role model is shown to be…clay. Former Republican governor, Arnold Schwarzenegger, of “Caleefornia” admits to fathering a child with one of the household staff. It took ten years to admit it, and wife, Maria Shriver, upon learning of the affair, packed up her things…and left.

And then there’s the “alleged” wandering of the IMF chief, Dominique Strauss-Kahn, who thought room service included the chamber maid. It’s said this fellow was a possible candidate for the top spot in France.

Listen, I understand there is sin in the sinews; malady in the makeup. And yes, with the falling, there can be forgiveness (enter Newt Gingrich), but can we at least try to put a leash on our fallen nature? Can we (the universal “all”) strive to look beyond our immediate gratification and see the consequence of our choosing? Lord, help us. (sigh)

(image from "google images")

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Mike, I get it

2011-05-15T10:00:00.000-05:00

To Hear
(by R.P.Edwards)

How precious is
The silent heart
That listens
For His voice
With mute to mind
And selfish flesh
To hear
The Master’s choice
And heeding, run
The chosen path
Though flesh and mind protest
And knowing that
The words from Him
Will always lead
To Best

Like many, I was looking forward to Governor Huckabee’s announcement as to his decision whether to run for president (my hope)…or not. I arrived home a little past time and wife (she wouldn’t spill the beans) was kind enough to have the recording cued up. And, although his beginning remarks pointed towards “yea,” his conclusion, after explaining his efforts to seek the divine will…was, and is… “nay.”

I’ll admit it; I’m a bit disappointed. But, with the explanation…I am satisfied. Here’s a snippet of his remarks that I wrote down: “I don’t expect everyone to understand this, but I’m a believer and a follower of Jesus Christ, and that relationship to me is far more important to me than any political office…the decision…is a spiritual one.”

Well, Governor, I, for one, get it. There have been many times in my own life when the divine leading pointed a different way than the loud exhortations of the eyes and the intellect. And, following the “logical” course…I suffered. You see, dear reader (and you probably know this), the view from “above” is far reaching. How foolish not to seek the one…who sees. And, I refuse to believe it was anything other than this Higher intervention…that persuaded Mike Huckabee.

I found it amusing (as this is written Sunday a.m.) that one broadcast pundit seemed befuddled that Governor Huckabee, leading in so many areas of the nation, would bow out. That, sir, falls under Governor Huckabee’s disclaimer: “I don’t expect everyone to understand this…”

P.S. Mike, did the Lord say anything about V.P.?

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Ill Illinois

2011-05-13T12:44:00.000-05:00

Ill…inois
(by R.P.Edwards)

Death to babies
Life…for fiends
Justice
On its head
It seems
Once again
A hostage
We
O Lincoln rise
And set us
Free

Christopher Coleman wanted out of his marriage. He wanted out...bad! Trouble is (was) he was head of security for Joyce Meyer ministries and, since there was a “no divorce” clause in his contract, giving the wife walking papers would mean losing his six figure income. And besides, let’s face it, divorce means child support, strained connections, messy life-long lingering loose ends. So, Mr Coleman came up with a plan; a way to wipe the slate clean and start fresh with his new honey. Unfortunately, horribly, almost inconceivably, this “plan” involved murdering, with his own hands, his wife, and two pre-teen sons. Incredibly…he imagined he wouldn’t get caught.

So, knowing the grisly details, surely this vile act--even if others fall short--surely “this” act warrants the maximum penalty…death. But, perhaps recognizing that Illinois Governor, Pat Quinn, would commute the sentence from “kill him” to “feed, clothe, and care for him for fifty years,” the judge gave the defendant three life terms instead. Driving home the fact that in Illinois, where thousands upon thousands cross our borders yearly because it’s so darn easy to have an abortion here; yes, in “The Land of Lincoln” heinous murderers of non-babies…have the indisputable…“right to life.”

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Joe Bastardi ROCKS!

2011-05-10T08:40:00.002-05:00

Joe knows
(by R.P.Edwards)

Joe Bastardi
Shining knight
Armed with knowledge
Joins the fight
Slaying dragons
PC’s spawn
Global Warming
JUST PLAIN WRONG!

Joe Bastardi. He’s a weather guy. Not the “Here’s today’s forecast” kind of predictor, but rather, “Here’s the weather pattern for the coming season/year…and here’s why.” What made Mr J stand out to me, however, is not his right-on analysis (he predicted the tornado mayhem in the south a few weeks before the destruction) but his unabashed “anti-global warming” stance. For instance, when former Vice-president Al Gore said the following on sixty minutes (march 2008):

..I think that those people (global warming skeptics) are in such a tiny, tiny minority now with their point of view, they're almost like the ones who still believe that the moon landing was staged in a movie lot in Arizona and those who believe the world is flat. That demeans them a little bit, but it's not that far off

Joe responded in part: I am absolutely astounded that someone who refuses to publicly debate anyone on this matter and has no training in the field narrated a movie where frames of nuclear explosions were interspersed in a subliminal way in scenes of droughts and flood, among other major gaffes, can say these things and then have them accepted... by anyone.

You see, Joe, studying weather patterns and applying logic to the historic data; comes up with accurate predictions. Accurate enough to have businesses coming to his new WeatherBell consulting firm in order to help them manage their future “risk” associated with what’s comin’ down the meteorological pike. And, since Mr Bastardi doesn’t carry the need to prove, or justify a Politically Correct anti-carbon forecast; his body of work is free from the inevitable “lean,” and his record, quite frankly, speaks for itself. And dear reader, at the end of the day, it doesn’t really matter how many titles are in front or initials behind a name; or if the whole world “sees” the King’s imaginary cloths. The truth is…his royal highness is naked; and thank God there are a few fearless fellows not afraid to says so.

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Banana bread, Bin Laden, and Obama

2011-05-05T16:05:00.001-05:00

Bananas we
(by R.P.Edwards)

Five distraught bananas
Crying in the bowl
Past the hours for picking
Time had taken toll
“We’ll soon be in the garbage”
Each mournful member said
And then the Master chose them
And exclaimed, “Banana bread!”

It was a storied franchise, and a stunning victory. The winning play; the goal-line crossing step was, like the upward bobbing point of the iceberg, the result of a great unseen and usually unheralded structure that strained in the pressured depths to allow the smallest part…to shine in the sun. And, appropriately, at the post-game podium, the quarterback--the star of the game--gave the credit due to “all” those responsible for the win and…it took a while.
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Kudos to President Obama for making the right decision. There, I said it. Again, I have no animosity towards the chief executive and, given the choice of “A” or “B;” he chose the one that worked out…marvelously. But, was Mr Obama responsible for the layer upon layer upon layer of this “tower” that, built and maintained by others, allowed the commander-in-chief to place the capstone? Of course not. Nevertheless, it worked out well. The murderous leader, Osama Bin Laden…is dead. And the world is better for it.

So, because of this shining victory, will the masses be swayed to reelect President Obama in 2012? Time will tell. However, let us remember, “Presidents” are supposed to make right decisions and, as far as the economy, energy policy, moral issues (i.e. traditional marriage, abortion) and perhaps a few other “areas” I can’t think of at the moment; his record, in my opinion, tends to fall in the other column.

During the writing of this blog I heard an interview of David Beamer, father of 9/11 hero, Todd Beamer (who led passengers of United flight 93 to counterattack terrorists, saying the now famous phrase “Let’s Roll”) by Martha MacCallum. She asked the elder Beamer his thoughts concerning the recent events and also why he had declined the offer to meet with the President along with forty-nine other 9/11families. Following is an excerpt :

“With the glorious news of Osama Bin Laden’s demise at our hands; that was wonderful. I feel some chagrin now, though, about how the rest of its being handled, and frankly it started May Day, twenty-eleven, when the president announced to all of us what had happened; the excessive use of the personal pronoun that he used in his remarks; I really felt that was the beginning of the commander-in-chief putting too much spotlight on himself; taking too much credit for what these remarkable Americans had done, and of course it’s only now been accelerated to a greater degree in the media. You know, it’s being hailed as one of the greatest war-time decisions; bold and gutsy. And quite frankly, under the facts and circumstances, I think it was anything but that…and to use this decision as to wipe the slate clean and say, “See what our President really does have massive leadership skills and experience and this proves the point.” It does not. …and by the way, what forty navy seals and the intelligence agency did in this wonderful and courageous event does not change what his demonstrated policies and practices have been.”

Obviously I omitted much, but I believe the context is accurate and I invite and encourage the reader to watch the whole interview (done this day, May 5, 2011) when it becomes available on YouTube or elsewhere.

One more thing: the “banana” poem began in our kitchen a few days ago. Five overripe bananas…destined for the trash. Armed with the knowledge that I have a teenage daughter who willingly takes on culinary challenges; I retrieved a cook book; looked up a banana bread recipe and, placing said formula and browning rejects in plain sight; well, let’s just say…the bread is delicious. I’d like to think that President Obama; though many of his past decisions have been, let’s say “unsavory;” let’s hope that the recent “right” decision…leads to many more.

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The Viable

2011-04-29T21:14:00.000-05:00

Viable?
(by R.P.Edwards)

The line of Viability
The end for doctors'…do
Preceding, is the bleeding
But post…?
Then, “shame on you”
We’re talking here of people
When they’re recognized, as such
And of those
Who wish to kill them
When their conscience needs
A crutch

In some ways my modest dwelling is like a time capsule. I was reminded of this recently when taking note of some wind damage to the upper parts of the exterior. Gone with the blast were a few sections of soffit (a horizontal covering placed under the roof overhang). And, revealed with the peel…was a wire. At first I thought, “cable,” but, with the addition of the ladder and a closer peek it became, “Well, I’ll be; an old antenna wire.”

The structure was built in 1920. No doubt the region was still rebounding from the effects of World War I and, worse yet, the deadly Spanish Flu. I’ve read that this “super bug” killed up to “ten” times more Americans than the Kaiser’s bombs and bullets. And, sifting through my memory I recall seeing quite a few “stones” from that period when strolling through a local cemetery a few years back.

Of course, later came World War II, Korea, Vietnam. All…life takers. And somewhere in that time period--probably the 1950’s--the antenna went up. Yes, simpler times. Life was to be valued. For one reason, it had shown itself, time and time again, as a fragile thing; an easily lost thing; a “to be defended” thing. And then…came the seventies, and the turning. For it was then that the Supreme Court, rather than seeking to preserve life; rather than giving “life” the benefit of a doubt; they decreed, in their passionless proclamation, that babies in the womb, were not babies at all. And we, a generation later, and 50 million Americans lighter, are left trying to reverse the “dieing trend” that the few “wise ones” forced upon the nation.

So, here’s a genuine salute to the Indiana legislators who have fought hard to bring the law’s recognition of “personhood” down to twenty weeks gestation. And, although the loss of life due to recent tornadic activity is indeed tragic, terrible; the loss of human life in our local abortion clinic, just down the street; just two miles from this old house; will exceed that number in just a few short weeks. These “people,” however, are unrecognized, and unloved.

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St Louis' Easter Miracle

2011-04-26T11:02:00.001-05:00

Silly we

(by R.P.Edwards)

Silly we
Neglecting Thee
Creator of our kind
A humble plea
A “less of me”
Then
ALL OF MINE…IS THINE

On the radar the formation seemed as a nearly solid line. Quickly moving from east to west the pulsing orange and reds meant violence, calamity, injury, possible death. “Take cover!” was the bistate cry! “Take cover, now!” And we, like mice to our holes; we, in this age of high-tech weaponry; we, the citizens of the supposedly “last super-power;” tucked our subservient heads in and scurried to our basements to cower and cringe. And, above us, as we trembled, the bomb bay doors opened and down they came; the powerful instruments of destruction. But, unlike other deadly ordinance--the kind distinguished by kilos and pounds--these falling monsters were known as F1...F2...F4!

But wait! Could it be?! Yes! There is a something; a someone who intercedes! For, as the heartless weapons dive to destroy; as they ravenously claw towards the earth to kill and consume there is, like a huge unseen bridle to the beast, a placing, a pulling, a turning, a taming. And, these horrible brutes that would have murdered ALL if they possibly could, they are, like the tethered hound to the master’s hand, only allowed to anxiously bound on the path; only allowed to leave their prints and teeth marks on a benign tangent; just enough to let the mortals know that Death was near; but the Divine hand…restrained.

And one may ask, “why?” Why did He who calmed the sea of Galilee intercede? Because He is merciful?! Yes! A thousand times, Yes! But, also, dear reader, because He was acknowledged…and asked.
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Over the Easter weekend tornados struck the St Louis region. The international airport, Lambert field, was sorely wounded and laid low. Many dwellings were damaged; some utterly destroyed. And, not satisfied with Missouri fare, the monsters crossed the river and stabbed deeply into Illinois. But, with all the destruction and displacement…no deaths…no serious injuries. And, as this event caught the eye of the nation, Bill Hemmer of Fox news referred to it as “An Easter Miracle.” Missouri Governor, Jay Nixon, upon flying above to see the shattered leavings remarked, “It almost feels like a little bit of divine intervention when you look at the destruction.” But, my favorite quote comes from a local lady who stood in front of the very barrel of the gun and, after being spared she relayed, “We just started praying, and we did…and it saved us.”

And I think, how terribly sad that it takes so much to shake us to our core. That it takes so much to make us go to the place of our beginnings; to the one acknowledged and credited in our founding document. The Declaration of Independence refers to Him as “Nature’s God, Creator, Supreme judge of the world, divine providence.” And the Constitution refines the reference even more by closing with the phrase, “In the year of our Lord.”

But, sadly, truthfully, distance from the fray; distance from the turmoil, the troubling, the soul-rending circumstance…and arrogance arises. Self sufficiency surfaces. Self worth, self importance, self worship…manifest. And, if these qualities reside in the powerful, the rest of the nation is, as a matter of course, steered down the damnable path of idolatry. It is no wonder then, with God forgotten, and “fear of Him” removed, that the Supreme Court began extracting our blessed benefactor from public education “after” the memories of World War II began to fade. That, in the seventies, human life--that which the Divine cherishes deeply--was cheapened by the black robes until now over 50 million have perished and, not surprisingly, since “He,” though our next breath is by His allowance; since He is summarily dismissed, there was no trembling at the redefining of the Holy institution of Marriage. And, to be fair; to be honest; those who “could” restrain the usurpers, these also, with nary a palpable peep, acquiesced to “their” intellect because, as everyone knows, the wisdom of man (as our actions testify) always trumps…the knowledge…of God.

To conclude: This writer, and this blog by extension, have a “conservative” lean. But, unlike some whose definition of the cause is merely a shopping list that includes: a balanced budget, lower taxes, a strong military, smaller government; “my” simple conviction is that true conservatism must, MUST! be grounded and founded upon the Creator who gives us our rights. And, as a consequence, my eyes and my allegiance are towards those whose core is “there.” Whose words and actions reveal an understanding that this blessed nation was of divine birth and, our preservation is not in any way dependent on the elite oozings of academia, but rather on the heartfelt utterances of the humble who, when faced with the reality of their fragility say, “We just started praying, and we did…and it saved us.”

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Good Friday: The Ultimate Solution

2011-04-22T16:49:00.003-05:00

The Solution
(by R.P.Edwards)

The solution took sacrifice
Not part
But the ALL
Commitment sufficient
To Redeem
From the fall
The impetus?
LOVE
Beyond death…beyond pain
A reaching
At ready
With the call
Of His Name

It’s Good Friday, when the price for humankind’s redemption…was paid. What cost! Imagine, the one through whom everything was made…willingly received the punishment and penalty due to absolve the betrayers. And, in order to do this, He actually took on human flesh; became, if you will, a part of the creation…yet without sin.

Well, I’ll not try to do justice to this momentous memorial. There are others of greater gifts for that. But, as a Christian I recognize the reality of this day. The reality of my formerly “lost” state; the “I was unable to work, or earn” condition; the “I desperately need a Savior” before lament. And, with the remembrance of “what He did” I, this day, am so grateful that His love (extended to all, John 3:16) even reached as far…as me.

So, to my fellow believers; to those who know that the Jesus of scripture is as real as He ever was; to those who remember this distant yet personal day with somber and serious thanksgiving; to these I join in one voice and with the Psalmist joyously proclaim, “O give thanks to the Lord; for He is good: for His mercy endureth forever!” (Psalm 118:29)

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Mike Huckabee's Fair Tax

2011-04-16T14:15:00.000-05:00

First tax
(by R.P.Edwards)

Remember the day
You heard them say
“And this, dear boy,
will be, your pay?”
Oh joyous thought!
Your wallet packed!
And then you learned
Of being…taxed

Since I’ve been in a Huckabee state of mind of late (video production) I thought it might be good to explore a bit more of his platform besides the essential moral/God issues. And, I discovered, one such “plank” is the enactment of the “Fair Tax.”

“What is this,” says I, sadly ignorant of the meaning. So, with the aid of youtube, I heard the good governor explain the concept in an interview during his failed (alas) presidential run (link below). Basically, income taxes as we know them now…are abolished (yippee!). And, as a consequence, so is the IRS (yippee! again). And, of necessity, the 16th amendment (which gives the Federal Government the power to tax) is repealed (yippee! X 3). “So,“ one might ask, “from where comes the money to run things?” At the point of consumption, dear reader; at the point of consumption. The more you consume, the more you pay. And I’m told, it would be enough and--as a further benefit--that which now drives business away from the USA, when removed, would cause them…to stay.

You know, I don’t remember the last time I looked at the “gross income” figure on my pay stub; the supposed amount that I earn. Why? Because I know it means…nothing. It is a phantom, an apparition, a seductive specter without substance. No, I look at the “net,” for that is what buys the groceries. The “net” is the truth. And, wouldn’t it be nice if we only dealt with…the truth?

In the interview, the governor relays how someone told him, in reference to the Fair Tax… “It will never happen.” His response, “I refuse to believe that the best ideas are the ones that will never happen.” Hear! Hear! Mike Huckabee! Hear! Hear! And, might I suggest, Mr H., it’s time jump into the Presidential race. President Obama is already campaigning (if he ever stopped.) Others are taking the plunge. Your presence is sorely needed.

The FairTax link of which I spoke:Huckabee on the Fair Tax

The “Mike Huckabee, Run!” exhortation. Pass along, please. Mike Huckabee, Run!

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The filters

2011-04-09T15:17:00.000-05:00

Snob fatigue
(by R.P.Edwards)

We acquiesce to intellect
Believing that it’s wise
But time oft tells
It smacks of hell
A satan, in disguise

The name, more than the stunning Fioravanti suit with matching Berluti shoes; more than the drop off in his candy-apple red Ferrari and impressive entourage of polished perfects; it was the name of this imported, world renowned defense lawyer that gave most in this out-of-the-way Appalachian town that star-struck, deer in the headlights look that spoke, if nothing else, of an internal compass being ever so slightly warped and wrangled to, without a word being spoken or the slightest hint of proof, bend towards the desire of this litigating legend for, as simply all knew; “he” showed up only if there were the absolute certainty of victory. And, as he, amidst hushed tones of audience adulation, made his way to the front table, even some in the jury box could be seen to mouth the slogan that had become synonymous with this lawyers lawyer. “With Roger Gin…you win.”

On the bench, judge Stark. Long in the black robes he, as it turns out, was of the same graduating class as the impressive visitor and indeed, at one time they had readily rubbed elbows in the halls of that hallowed east coast institution. But, after graduation, their lives had taken drastically different tacks and, though one had ascended from one golden rung to the next (“always” choosing the glittering lift) the other, through a series of difficult and demanding, and even humbling choices had had nearly all the trappings of elitism, entitlement and aristocracy roughly scrubbed from his person and psyche.

“Mr. Gin, and members of the jury,” began the presider, “let me remind you that this case will be judged; or “should” be judged, the old fashioned way; by the preponderance of the evidence.” Turning to the twelve. “Ladies and gentlemen, I adjure you to not be influenced by the celebrity attached to this endeavor. When all is said and done, the frills and the finish and finery mean…nothing. Yours is a solemn obligation to be impartial. Yours is the duty to not be swayed by non-essentials. Our goal is the truth. And, I’m sure you agree, we dare not let the truth be defined by anything less than what the evidence…reveals.”
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Just an old saw. I watched some of our notable experts--the crème de la crème of higher education--tear into the famous real-estate mogul, Donald Trump, because he dare ask the simple question, “Where is the President’s birth certificate.” These, our self-appointed mouthpieces, deride the political upstart because the elite--on the left and right--have decided that the actual document is…unnecessary. And, since they deem it so, to actually demand evidence (or at least a valid explanation as to it’s absence [like, “we lost it,” or “the dog ate it”] is portrayed as backward, uncouth, ignorant, mid-American.

A little reminder: those who speak for us; those with the microphone; they, whoever they are, did not bring us here. They (and we) did not earn this United States and, frankly, I’m sick of their presumption that they “know” what’s best. That their regurgitation of secular University speak in some way carries the weight of the Giants. The giants through whom this republic was birthed. The giants who knew enough to begin their quest for freedom and wisdom at a patriot’s alter; a place of contrition, and submission, and consecration. A place so very different from the man exalting shrines that we now give allegiance and import.

While I’m at it; following is a poem dedicated to those who couch their anti-life beliefs and desires and actions in the frilly words of the disingenuous, or if not that, the words of …the deceived.

Women’s Healthcare?
(by R.P.Edwards)

“Healthcare?”
Mused the pseudo-doc
His latex dripping red
“A gentle word to soothe and glaze
Translation? Babies…dead.”

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I Have an Announcement

2011-04-05T17:59:00.000-05:00

The Announcement
(by R.P.Edwards)

Academics are ecstatic!
The media, tingles on
Hollywood throws a party
And pundits, dote and fawn
The president’s announcement
An early Christmas treat!
Though some regard it sour
To these, it’s...oh...so...sweet

And so President Obama officially announces his plan to occupy 1600 Pennsylvania Ave until 2016.

I was thinking; now that we know him a little better, perhaps I could suggest a couple ads for and against.

For:
    -“It took Bush eight years to screw things up. It will take eight years to fix it!”

    -“Like the doctor advises, “You need to take all the medicine in order for it to work.””

Against:

    -[deficit numbers scrolling in the background behind a speaking President Obama]
     Voiceover: “We’ve all heard that talk is cheap. You couldn‘t tell that by this man”

    -“We’ve had enough of Chicago politics. How about a candidate for the rest of us?”

    -“Remember when the world took America seriously?”

    -“We’ve had the best government money can by. What say we just have the Best government?”

    -The Chinese proverb comes to mind, “Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me”

The other day I heard the old “too extreme” opine from those on the left who live at that address. It inspired the following poem. Ahem…

Extreme Left
(by R.P.Edwards)

“Too extreme!”
Said the extremist
After dining on the dead
Babies deemed unworthy
Dehumanized, and bled
“What fun to fool the masses!”
His arrogant opine
“I feed them fearful fodder
Then they simply fall…in line”

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The Last Snowman

2011-04-01T22:51:00.001-05:00

The Last Snowman
(by R.P.Edwards)

Born and built
In winter’s thrust
The man is formed
From icy dust
And life from childrens
Hands and breath
With hope for play
And distant…death
Alas, the sun
Regains the sky
And all that’s frozen
Melts…and dies
Yes, all from winter’s
Final fling
Including snowmen
In the Spring

The winter coat, retired. The beloved scarf, at rest. And then the last incursion; the frigid blast that pushed past the calendar and the budding tree and deposited, for the birth of one more sentry, three inches of snow.

It was a fine one, too. The traditional three baller; but tall, accessorized, and with a defiant tilt towards the street and, since I frequently travel past the spot, I saw its sudden inclusion in the scene and, since it is Spring after all; I saw it’s meager remnants on the ground a few days later. A kind of life thing. One day, formidable. The next day…dust.

That’s it. No political commentary. No deep delving into the days doings. Just a place holder. A gentle offering to keep the motor idling. A simple notice of time and effort and fortuitous frost. Quickly done. Quickly gone. Perhaps next week will bring weightier words.

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The Sting

2011-03-23T11:55:00.000-05:00

Too Easy
(by R.P.Edwards)

Trained by the X-Box
PlayStation, the Wii!
Ready, aim, fire!
So easy, you see?
Bad guy…and BOOM!
A cyber destroy
But these guys are real
And our weapon’s…
No toy

News Flash: To bolster the assertion that the military action in Libya was justified in order to avert an imminent “humanitarian crisis,” the Obama administration has also ordered cruise missile attacks against the governments of Bahrain, Sudan, Yemen, Syria, Iran, North Korea, China, Russia and, for good measure, Egypt (just in case). “I want to make it perfectly clear,” said the chief executive as he paused before boarding Marine One, “the United States is pro-people. No longer will we sit idly by while oppressive governments do violence to their innocent masses.”

“Sir!” interrupted a smartly dressed marine attendant. “Sir, we only have a fifteen minute window.”

“Yes, corporal. Thank you. No more questions.”

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Even in my day it was a matter of point…and shoot. Long ages ago I was a sonar man on a Navy Destroyer, and we too had our little video game console, and the buttons that launched…deadly stuff. It was an impersonal act. A “I can’t see you” kind of thing (never did it by-the-way) and, as time goes on, we learn how to deal death more accurately, and from farther away.

I certainly would not classify myself as a pacifist. I “do” believe force is sometimes necessary; even deadly force. The actions in Afghanistan and Iraq had my nod--in my opinion there being some valid and pressing reasons--but, honestly, I don’t feel good about this latest Libya thing. And, it’s a bit frightening that our military expertise has been so easily added because the “rebel cause” wasn’t going so well. Methinks we should have pressed our “Allies” to more directly defend their interests. As some have suggested, I think we may have been “played.” A European “sting”…and we are the mark…and Libya…is the loot.

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Judging Wisconsin

2011-03-18T18:33:00.005-05:00

Freedom’s Caretakers?
(by R.P.Edwards)

Holy rights
By Hand divine
For us, preserved
By blood, and spine
That we, the heirs
In measured time
Might choose our freedom’s way
And so, the people
Lend their mark
And loan, to few
The borrowed spark
And test, the ears
Of heed, and hark
To walk in freedom’s way
But due, to failure
Or to whim
The old, are out
The new begin
A sloppy, sacred dance
We’re in
For this, is freedom’s way
But now, too often
Tyrants rise
And quell, the flow
The “We” despise
And choose, the path
To suit “their” eyes
Destroying…freedom’s way

“One thing’s definitely for sure, it’s never good when it winds up in the hands of a judge. I don’t care if they’re left leaning or right leaning; that takes the power out of the hands of the people.” So said Fox News anchor, Megyn Kelly, on her afternoon show (America Live) after it was revealed that a Wisconsin judge, Maryann Sumi, had put the brakes to the new legislation that would have greatly reduced the collective bargaining power of public sector unions.

Judges…and delays. How many times have I seen it? How many times has a judge with a particular “lean” whispered a few sentences, and legislation; legislation fought for; travailed over; constructed, deconstructed, sifted, sorted, rebutted, refined, and reassembled by, no less than THE PEOPLE’S DULY ELECTED REPRESENTATIVES, been put on perpetual hold because a judge decides to say, “Not so fast?”

And yeah, I acknowledge this other “branch” is supposed to bring balance but, so often it seems that it’s just a means…to an end. Sometimes it’s a push towards a partisan end. And sometimes it’s an ungodly, damnable end (as in held-up abortion restrictions in Illinois). So, judges, and delays; it’s a real problem. One solution might be term limits or, to prevent collateral defrocking, the term "impeachment" needs to take a more prominent place in our Constitutional Republic's vocabulary.

Now, back to Wisconsin; do I think Judge Sumi has a point? Not sure. But even she admits that, at the very most, all the legislators have to do…is re-vote. And that, dear readers, will encouraged the mobs to amass…anew. The circus continues.

Hang tough, Wisconsin!
(by R.P.Edwards)

Hang tough, Wisconsin!
Democracy’s stand
Your bulwarks, attend!
Your parapets, man!
The mobs come to steal
Destroy, with the flood
The treasure, preserved
By patriots blood
Hang tough, Wisconsin!
Fear not the fray
You’re armed with the right!
You’re armed with the day!
The people’s decree!
Their mandate!
Their will!
Hang tough, Wisconsin!
Your duty…fulfill!

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The Shaking

2011-03-16T16:42:00.001-05:00

The Shaking
(by R.P.Edwards)

Shaken, shaken
Till we fall
Sure foundations
Crumble…all
Trust in seen
By seen, betrayed
Until our debt
To death
Is paid
Foolish we!
To linger long
Boasting thoughts
Of young…and strong
For shaking comes
And all…will fail
Save those
In hands
That held…the nail

Utter devastation. The earthquake. Thousands of individual lives, kingdoms, families, fathers, mothers, sons, daughters…stories, shaken to pieces; shaken…to death.

The news; the horrible headline that, for a brief moment, moved all others to a lower place; the mammoth earthquake that struck Japan. Japan, perhaps the most “earthquake-ready” nation on the planet; struck by a monster. The crippling uppercut from below that leveled the landscape, trapping many beneath their once comforting walls.

And then, the wave. We, in our self-importance, used to call them “Tidal waves,” but now, appropriately, the Japanese word, tsunami, bears the weight. Born of great subsurface upheavals in the earth‘s crust, the ocean above convulses and conveys. The planet pausing energy relentlessly pushes. Millions upon millions upon millions of metric tons of salt water bow to the command and rush to the shore and, for the briefest of moments, the Lord’s command of “here, and no further”…is transgressed; and thousands--thousands waiting for the rescuers hand--are met instead by the smothering wave and dragged, helpless, nameless, lifeless, along with the destroyed and defiled remains of their being…to the uncaring depths.

Yeah, I pondered the posting for the week and, in light of Japan, I have chosen, once again, to pass over the transient and ultimately inconsequential doings of elsewhere. Oh sure, the mideastern unrest is important. The whole Public Union/budget thing has merit. But…but, let the earth move and the water come, and the peripherals will immediately fall away and each of us will be forced to focus; focus on the essential task…of surviving. And, hopefully we’ll extend our search to include life …beyond death. For, whether the earth moves greatly, or the water comes, forcefully, each of us, individually, will meet a life robbing power. And, unashamedly, without regret, or remorse, or…retreat; I know of only one who conquered the grave. He is the Christ; the Nazarene; the son of David; the Messiah; Jesus; and it would behoove each of us to consider Him. To soberly, thoughtfully, contritely, consider Him…before the shaking…and before…the wave.

The Wave
(by R.P.Edwards)

There is
No reasoning
With
The Wave
No pleading
Begging
“Pardon!”
“Save!”
It comes
To kill
The whole world
‘round
Our only hope
Is higher
Ground

Images from Google Images

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Wisconsin, Rise up!

2011-03-07T06:31:00.000-06:00

The company you keep
(by R.P.Edwards)

You’re kind
You’re nice
A gent, complete
You’re brave
You’re true
And sometimes
Sweet
But all
For naught
When eye
Doth sweep
For you’re known
By the company
That you
Keep

And so the epic struggle continues. The great fight; the confrontation; the clash of the titans! On one side of the monumental scale; you and yours who have come to defend the rights of the “working man.“ And, on the other; those who would enslave the masses. “No further!” you scream as they who would oppress, deprive, debase, destroy! seek entrance to the hall. “Never again!” you chant as the duly elected officials cross your lines to do their dirty deeds. “Shame!” you lambaste as they dare to vote the people’s will. And, as you grow weak and weary from the constant combat; there, there!…a champion comes! A true American! An unblemished knight of Hollywood truth! A spokesman to speak for you; intercede for you; be you! Yes, someone to inspire and lead and be ….Michael Moore?

You know, it’s an old adage; a something Mom would say as you scooted out the door to meet with your unsavory “friends.” “Honey…you’re known by the company you keep!” And, by golly, Mom is right…again. For now, as the “protestors” in Wisconsin continue to coalesce in the capitol, a spokesman has arisen to express their heart. Yes, Michael Moore. The very same who said:

“There's a gullible side to the American people. They can be easily misled. Religion is the best device used to mislead them.” and,

“The small businesspeople are the rednecks that run the town and suppress the people.” and the classic,

“I would like to apologize for referring to George W. Bush as a "deserter." What I meant to say is that George W. Bush is a deserter, an election thief, a drunk driver, a WMD liar, and a functional illiterate. And he poops his pants.”

And what do the freedom fighters do when this Mr Moore speaks? When he compares their struggle against the legally elected officials of the great state of Wisconsin to the uprising in Egypt? Why, they cheer and applaud, of course!

Honestly, some of the most patriotic and religious people I know…are Union people. And would we; would “I” choose Michael Moore to speak for me? No! A thousand times…NO!

People need to understand, what’s going on in Wisconsin is more than some disgruntled state workers and some rallying rabble rousers. What it is is an assault on democracy. Where a miniscule “mob” tries to overthrow the will of the people. And the face; the true face of their intent…is Michael Moore.

So, to my friends in Wisconsin (the voters), I ask, “How much longer are you going to put up with this? When are you going to rise up and take back your capital? When are you going to show you sick-leave Senators…the sidewalk? When are you going to show (and teach) the rest of the country that you’re not intimidated by bullies, and thugs, and celebrities?” Yes, it’s a defining moment in our history. But not about the legitimacy of organized labor; but whether “We the People” applies to the many, or to the small, and loud, and thuggish…few.

Rise up, Wisconsin!
(by R.P.Edwards)

Rise up, Wisconsin!
Clean out your house!
Out with the mercenaries!
The leech, and the louse!
Out with the pundits!
From Hollywood come
The bullies and whiners
Beating their drum
Rise up, Wisconsin!
Your statehouse reclaim!
Out with the senators
Bringing you shame
Running and ruining
Unworthy of trust
Recall and remove!
This your duty!
Your must!
Rise up, Wisconsin!
Democracy’s stand!
Don’t give in to mobs!
You’re the line, in the sand!
You’ve chosen, now choose!
To fight for your choice!
Rise up, Wisconsin!
Let your many…give voice!

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Union man, on Unions

2011-03-01T14:10:00.002-06:00

If Unions
(by R.P.Edwards)

If Unions stood for babies
And rallied to their cry
Abortion mills would close up
And never even…try
And God would bless their number
And heal their dwindling ranks
And babies grown would join them
In an ever, living, thanks
If Unions stood for marriage
And morality of old
And sought the Lord for guidance
Direction, pure, and bold
Then security would follow
And sure blessings, from His hand
And all would bless the Unions
For the day
They chose…to stand

Bob was a jackass. He was a donkey; a beast of burden; a dumb, dependable, doer. His owner, a Tennessee farmer by the name of Ulysses S. Steel, used Bob in the same way that his daddy and granddaddy and great granddaddy used their asses; to plow the forty acres of bottom land that had been passed from one generation to the next from the time that that bloody Yankee, U. S. Grant, came through and beat the Rebs at the battle of Shiloh. Ulysses (a moniker passed on to help “remember”) grew tobacco and, since everything was bought and paid for, only general upkeep needed the occasional coin and, of course, this included fodder…for Bob.

“Darndest thing, doc,” said the chaw chewing southerner to the summoned vet. “Ever since Bob ate the ethanol plant leftovers; well, he’s been acting mighty strange.”

“What do you mean, Ule?”

“Well, just look at ‘em. His lips are a flappin’ nonstop! And the noises he makes. It’s downright creepy.”

Meanwhile, as the two humans approached for a closer gander, the thoughts of the jackass replayed the momentous happenings of the last forty-eight hours.

“It was the dawn of a new day!" recalled the burro. "A glorious sunbeam bursting through the overcast sky! Somehow, after I ate the magic corn, my mind has come alive! I am self aware! I am a sentient being! I now embrace the cool of the night! I caress the canopy of lights with my eyes! I relish the kiss of the dawn and the sweet, sweet smell of the clover and hay! My heart overflows with prose and poetry and I will learn to express these things. I will converse, heart to heart, with my master. Yes, we will share, one with another but first; but first I must learn to speak!”

Looking long into the animated eyes of the formerly dumb beast and hearing the unsettling noises coming from his contorting lips, the vet stepped back and whispered to the owner, “It can’t be good, Ule. I think we should put him down. I can give him an injection right now…or you can do it the old fashioned way.”

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Had my company physical yesterday. Eyes, ears, heart, lungs, blood pressure, pee, mobility…but no brain. I don’t blame them. I am not a “mind” commodity. But, there‘s no hard feelings. No animosity. I am, in essence…a jackass. And they are…a paycheck. It is truly a symbiotic relationship and, although there may be feigned references to “more,” it all comes down to the paycheck…and the jackass. (hee haw)

Now, Unions. As I’ve stated, I am a Union man and, on some levels, we “all” are. Why? Because at it’s basest level the Union is nothing more than “you” helping “me.” In other words; individuals who are weak, join together to face a strong enemy. The Thirteen Colonies were a Union. The World War II Allies were a Union. Heck, even a neighborhood watch is a Union!

So, on the local level, when the “company” seeks to maximize their profit (again, no animosity) the Union helps to blunt their plan that, left unhindered, may grind the jackasses…into jerky. I like that. I support that. I applaud that. And on some level…we all do.

The downside: Alas, collective bargaining; useful when dealing with private companies, is a farce when employed in the public sector. Why? Because the “bosses” are elected and, since Unions help get them into office; they are beholden. It is a recipe for corruption. And so, when the “National” sends out the clarion call to rally the faithful so that Public Unions are allowed to maintain their unwarranted sway; I believe they err.

As I’ve said, I support the idea of Union and, on the local level, I am on board. But, sadly, tragically, the National leadership has chosen to align themselves with those whose values chafe violently against my Christian core. Thus, when the abortionist mercilessly ends a life; the union hand helps to hold the blade. When the legislator opposes God’s position on marriage; the union man adds his “amen.”

One final thought: A few years ago I approached the then President of our local, seeking the steps necessary to keep my dues from supporting politicians and parties that espoused views that I could not own. The process seemed convoluted and I quit the effort. I assuaged my conscience by thinking, “They can use my dues to support the opposition, and I will use my voice to counter.” Having said that let me conclude with this heartfelt advice: If unions want to truly prosper; if they want to flourish and be an important part in the American life and economy then they need to, first of all, as our founders did, seek the aid of Divine Providence. And that, dear reader, includes supporting what “He” supports, and opposing…what “He” opposes.

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Doctor's excuse?

2011-02-23T06:17:00.000-06:00

The Land of Gray
(by R.P.Edwards)

Nothing here
Is black and white
We live in shades of gray
And darkness never fully comes
Nor glaring light…of day
You see, we love opinion
And ours, the filter true
But one day “ours”
Will bow…to His
And then…what will…we do?

Just a quick blurb before I head out to the job.

Doctor. The word/occupation evokes (at least it used to) thoughts of dedication, education, expertise, integrity, nobility, trustworthiness…healing. Alas, as we mature we have become aware that the selfless profession is not always occupied by such. There are quacks, frauds, opportunists, phonies and fiends and, although we hold to the belief that these are the exception, we are ever reminded that fallen flesh, in hospital garb or no, is still…fallen flesh.

Enter the “docs” at the Wisconsin brouhaha who have been caught merrily going about giving “doctor’s excuses” to the many who don’t want to be penalized for missing work in order to harangue the governor over--what they consider an untoward act--his pledge to balance the budget (yes, yes, the whole collective bargaining thing too, which he feels is part of the “necessity”).

So, we have polished medical professionals, symbols of sanctimony, acting immorally (it’s called “lying”) in order to combat the distasteful (though upfront and “legal”) acts of duly elected officials. I guess it’s the old “the ends justify the means” kind of thing and, sadly, it is merely one more confirmation that our nation’s ills…begin in the soul.

However, on the lighter side (since “shades of gray” is the theme) perhaps the mental anguish caused by the actions of the few (governor and kind) are indeed a proper pretext for the physician’s script. Yeah, that’s it; mental anguish, anxiety, depression; all valid reasons for some time off to convalesce. And, while we’re at it, perhaps a prescription for Prozac should be included.

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Wisconsin Whiners

2011-02-18T19:08:00.001-06:00

Cheese heads?
(by R.P.Edwards)

Geeze!
You won the Super Bowl
Wisconsin, that’s enough
Rounding up your mouthy mobs
Talking tall, and tough
Wah! You hate the cutbacks
But voters had their say
So suck it up
And do your jobs
Before Pittsburgh…mobs Green Bay

In an unprecedented move the final score of the latest Super Bowl was reversed, making the winningest team in Super Bowl History--The Pittsburgh Steelers--able to boast of not just “six” championship titles, but now… “Seven.”

When the news was first announced the general consensus of pundits and populace was that some gross infraction had been discovered--in other words, cheating--was in play. But no, commissioner Roger Goodell (a bit disheveled due to some heavy handling) made it clear that it was not the game itself that determined the final outcome; but rather an enormous mob of Pittsburgh fans that had descended on Green Bay and, after taking over Lambeau field, these had demanded this extraordinary action. Their spokesman declared, “Yes, we don’t dispute the score, but, doggone it!, we deserve it!, it’s hurting our tourist and trinket industry and, if we don’t get our way this backward state will rue the day…they came to play!”

Commissioner Goodell (straightening his tie and smoothing his jacket) went on to say that although the unruly malcontents had also demanded the revered Lombardi Trophy be renamed after Pittsburg icon, Chuck Noll; this, he said defiantly, he simply would not do.

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Without delving too deeply into the wherewithal’s (because, frankly, I don’t feel like it) I have been forced to notice that there is an upheaval in what should be the happy state (duh…Super Bowl?) of Wisconsin. Why? Because the Republican Governor and likeminded majority in the houses…are waiting to pass some legislation that will help the Badger State get into the black. In other words: live within their means.

Yeah, I’ve heard the chief executive passed some tax cuts (to inspire business, says he) and that the Union employees attached to the government teat are being asked to tighten the belt substantially but, apparently the general populace of Wisconsin wanted this fellow and his plans…to have sway. Thus, “majority rule” comes to mind.

Enter now…the mobs. Apparently the teacher’s Union is quite upset; so much so that many of the “mentors” are playing hooky (“do as I say, not as I do”) and there is an influx of my AFL-CIO buddies (I am a Steelworker, after all) adding their loud AMEN! to the tea-pot tempest…turmoil. Hoping, naturally, to twist arms. And then (this is so rich) some of the democrat electees are on the lam; in other words; not to be found. They won’t let the majority have a quorum in order to vote.

Okay, my measured take: Unions. I’m a Union member. I like the idea of representation. I like the idea of a “stand alongside” guy who will come to your defense. Why? Because contrary to the beliefs of some; humankind is a “fallen” race; with a tendency towards…evil. Indeed, that’s why we have laws. Anyway, locally I like the Union, but nationally…not so much. Why? Because they continually chafe against my Christian values (I.e. they are always supporting candidates who are anti-life and weak on the traditional family) and, I figure if you’re wrong in the God issues; well, your other paths are bound to edge ever towards the cliff.

But, above and beyond the pesky “Christian thing,” the PEOPLE of Wisconsin elected these guys! That means they must want them to do what they said they’d do. So, let them have at it and, if it doesn’t work out; vote somebody else in!

Listen, I live in Illinois. My reelected governor and I do not see eye to eye on many things. But, he and his…are in. So, they’ll do what they do and, if we slide further into the abyss (as I suspect we will) perhaps my learned neighbors will reevaluate their decision…via the ballot box. But, I’m certainly not going to march to Springfield and stamp my feet.

So Wisconsin…man up! Representatives…come back. Teachers…go teach. Give the Gov a chance and, if it doesn’t work out; vote he, and they, out. And, oh my, what a shame that the sweet victory of the Packers has been erased by the actions…of the mob.

For your amusement; the video "The American Kings" (a commentary on the Supreme Court) has been reworked. Enjoy: The American Kings

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Godless Disney?

2011-02-10T19:31:00.000-06:00

“Not” the Magic Kingdom
(by R.P.Edwareds)

I looked about in Heaven
And Pluto was not there
No Mickey, Minnie, or the rest
A sigh, and much despair
For it seems their earthly masters
Made crystal their desire
They wanted not, the pearly gates
They chose instead…the fire

It seemed hopeless. The mighty entertainment corporation known as Disney, had felt slighted; slandered, libeled and, using all the tendriled tools at their disposal they were ready to crush the insignificant blogger who dare cast aspersions on the “Happiest Place on Earth.”

The defendant; a middle-aged nearly-nothing, slouched and trembled under the withering examination of the prosecution; a certain Jafar (of Aladdin fame) being the chief counsel. “So, let me clarify your position (with the question both hands were firmly planted on the testifying enclosure and the bearded fellow leaned ever closer until a mere hand’s breadth separated the two) you say that it’s because of what the subsidiary displayed on the screen; this is why you printed your slanderous piece!?”

“Well, well, yes, that’s what…”

(The lawyer spun quickly away in the direction of the jury, even as he then pointed back at the stammering scribbler) “You mean to tell this jury (sweeping his hand from the defendant to the twelve stern faced citizens [a curious assembly: Cruella de Vil, Maleficent, Ursula from “The Little Mermaid,” Scar from “The Lion King,” Sid Phillips from “Toy Story,” and some of the lesser villains of Disney fame to finish the quorum ) that it was not because of what they said, or did, but rather because of a modest and necessary disclaimer that you wrote your most offending, and dare I say “damaging” drivel ?”

“Well I; it seemed to me if they had modified it just a bit…well, well.”

“Your honor, I have no further questions and, might I conclude by apologizing to the court for this colossal waste of your time. I apologize to the legendary characters in the jury and to you (turning to bow) honorable judge Hook. The verdict is obvious. This “Layoff Letters” fellow is guilty. Guilty as charged. He must print a retraction at once and, might I suggest, be ever banned from the joyous theme parks of which he has shown himself…unworthy.”

(The defendant returns to his seat and sinks into the hard-backed chair. At the motioning of the Judge’s claw the lawyer for the condemned rises; straightens his somewhat formal--though quite out of fashion--attire and, using his rather large, though unlit, Mahogany Calabash pipe as a conductors baton, he motions for the current CEO of the corporation in question to take the seat of interrogation) “Mr. D,” he begins, tamping the bowl slowly, rhythmically upon the upturned palm of his left hand. “We are all aware of the wonderful achievements of the Disney corporation; be it in live action film, animation, the rather new computer generated features; not to mention the incredible elements of the theme parks, world wide. Now, tell me Mr. D (the inquisitor begins to walk slowly, left to right, then right to left; the pipe’s gentle smack alternating with the biting click of his hard soled Rockports) doesn’t it take an incredible attention to detail to produce these seamless offerings? I mean, don’t you have to check, and recheck, and recheck each minute detail of the films or functions to make sure that your final product is as near perfection as possible?”

“Well, yes. That’s quite correct. As you may know; it takes years to produce a feature film. It takes teams of skilled artisans to conceive and construct and, of course, we’ve learned the value of checking everything time and time again until our product is, as you say, as near perfection as possible.”

“Now, tell me, Mr D. Isn’t it true that the Disney Corporation, along with their own production, they--you--are very jealous of the franchise; the “name” if you will?”

“Well, yes, that’s true. We are very careful to allow only pre-screened and qualified vendors, or sub-contractors, to say or do or produce anything…in our name.”

“Mr. D (the pacing stops and Holmes faces the CEO; the pipe turned upright and brought very near the mouth) who owns ABC Family?”

“Why…why Disney, of course.”

Pipe clenched between upper and lower bicuspids (right side) a folded paper is produced and handed to the executive. “Please read this aloud to the court.”

“The preceding CBN telecast does not reflect the views of ABC Family.”

“Mr. D (removing the pipe and using it as a pointer) is that the disclaimer used following the ABC Family broadcast of “The 700 Club?””

“Well…well, I’d have to check. But I’m pretty sure it is.”

“Mr D (stepping closer, pipe in the other hand) the phrase, “does not reflect;” implies a diametric opposition; does it not?”

“Well, I don’t know about that. I…”

“Let me give you an example. If you were to proclaim that you were, say, a vegetarian. And then I commented, “Your views do not reflect mine.” Couldn’t you (now walking towards the jury; pipe tapping once more) deduce that I was “not” a vegetarian. Most probably a carnivore of some sort?”

“Well, I suppose. But I…”

“If I were to say that I favor traditional marriage; that is, one man and one woman, and you were to respond, “Your views do not reflect mine” Couldn’t we presume that your take on matrimony is somewhere outside…the traditional?”

“Well, yes, I guess you could say that.”

“Mr D (the pacing stops and, from a place adjacent the farthest point of the jury box he leans and continues) you’ve never watched “The 700 Club” have you?”

“Well, a little, here and there.”

“You see, Mr D. (the lawyer’s eyes drop to seemingly fix on the pipe in his hands) when the mighty, meticulous Disney; the creator of masterpieces; the perfector of performance and product; when the mighty Disney says that whatever views are expressed on a certain program are not reflective of their own. Well, by simple deduction, (eyes are raised to meet the others) the opposite must be true. Isn’t that so?”

“I…I guess I can see that.”

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Dear reader, thank you for the allowance. I just thought it terribly funny. You see, as a near mindless diversion we sometimes watch reruns of a comedic lark titled, “Whose line is it anyway” hosted by a before The Price is Right, Drew Carey. This program immediately follows a broadcast of “The 700 Club” on, you guessed it; ABC family. And, the disclaimer mentioned in my little fiction…is accurate. They say, “The preceding CBN telecast does not reflect the views of ABC family.”

Now, truthfully, I haven’t watched Pat Robertson’s child for years but, without apology, I used to be a regular contributor. And, I’m sure the essence of the show has not changed. They speak of the Love of God. They reach out to share the gospel of Christ. They back up their words by physically aiding the distressed. They, simply, believe in helping, hearing, healing; being the voice, the hands, the arms…of the Savior. And, although there may be a thing or two I might not agree with, the overall product is good, wholesome, nurturing. And, for ABC Family and Disney (by association) to say they don’t adhere to “anything” that comes out of the broadcast: well, that’s just silly.

Now, understand, there’s a history here. CBN used to own “The Family Channel.” They sold it years ago and it eventually ended up, by a different name, in Walt’s treasure trove. And, if I’m not mistaken, there’s some kind of “you have to” arrangement to keep the religious show on the air. But really, even if they rub you the wrong way, shouldn’t the simple modifier of “necessarily” be placed between “not” and “reflect?” For, to imply that absolutely “everything” in a program “does not” reflect your views; well, to the simple such as I, that means you, by your own admission, are the opposite...of they. And that, dear reader, means Disney is…Godless.

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Savior and Lord?

2011-02-05T16:42:00.000-06:00

First, the mirror
(by R.P.Edwards)

Look into the mirror
Before you cast the stone
Before you speak of error
Be mindful of…your own
But love includes correction
A pointing to…the way
And soothing misdirection
Is akin
To satan’s…say

Following are a few excerpts from President Obama’s remarks at the most recent National prayer breakfast.

“And it was through that experience working with pastors and laypeople trying to heal the wounds of hurting neighborhoods that I came to know Jesus Christ for myself and embrace Him as my lord and savior….

…My Christian faith then has been a sustaining force for me over these last few years. All the more so, when Michelle and I hear our faith questioned from time to time, we are reminded that ultimately what matters is not what other people say about us but whether we're being true to our conscience and true to our God. “Seek first His kingdom and His righteousness and all these things will be given to you as well…

…When I wake in the morning, I wait on the Lord, and I ask Him to give me the strength to do right by our country and its people. And when I go to bed at night I wait on the Lord, and I ask Him to forgive me my sins, and look after my family and the American people, and make me an instrument of His will.”

Now, as a Christian, when the president mentions embracing Jesus Christ as his Lord and Savior; well, that gets my attention. When he quotes the “Seek first His kingdom…” scripture; that is a natural draw. And, when he contritely speaks of asking for forgiveness of his sins and requesting help to be “an instrument of His will,” well, that’s disarming and endearing.

But then, alas, I am mindful that none of this translates to Biblical views on the moral issues of our day. Indeed, under His watch and direction, babies are wholeheartedly slaughtered in the womb, and God‘s sacred definition of marriage…is muddied. And, to make matters worse, since he links the Lord with his doings, he associates deity…with the damnable.

Oh, how I wish he had merely feigned admiration for the teachings of the Nazarene! If he had but spoken of a personal faith in “a” god, and that Christianity was merely a facet of his broad definition. But no, he calls Jesus, Savior and Lord, and thus ties his conscious acts with those of the beloved Son of God. Dear reader, this is gross error and it must be brought to light. And, oh, how I wish his spiritual counselors (some of whom I think actually are) would man up to the measure. But, perhaps they too, are quite deceived.

Now, please understand, I believe a person can be a Christian--receive the forgiveness offered by the atoning sacrifice of the Christ--and still be terribly wrong in other areas. Indeed, the south was full of “believers” during the Civil War years; yet, their justification of the horrid institution of slavery had nothing, NOTHING!, to do with the Word made flesh. Oh, they may have ascribed to themselves a righteous cause, but “His” hand could not bless, for they were in error. Even so, President Obama (and the many in power who make the proclamation), since he and they are so terribly wrong concerning the sacrifice of God’s children, it is only natural to assume that the Lord’s full blessing cannot attend to their prayers in the measure desired. Repentance; true repentance, is a requirement of absolution. And abortion, make no mistake about it, is a vile, heinous, sin. It’s a stench in the nostrils of the Almighty. And, to claim His “Lordship” and then endorse that which He hates; well, that invites His rebuke.

To conclude: Mr Obama is my president. It is not unusual for his name to be mentioned in the family‘s evening prayers. But…words, no matter how eloquent and moving, must be backed up by corresponding action. Yes, the words are wonderful, but the actions…betray. My impossible hope, however, is that in all the speaking…there is a grain of sincerity. For if there is; if he truly does want the Lord’s direction; then the direction will eventually come. And, might I suggest speeding up the process by dropping the counselors, and simply picking up…the Book.

Here’s a link to the Transcript: Prayer Breakfast

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Ode to Chicago

2011-02-02T23:32:00.000-06:00

Ode to Chicago
(by R.P.Edwards)

Here’s to Chicago
The thorn in our side
Dragging us under
Out with the tide
The boil on our buttocks
The wart on our nose
Demanding attention
Wherever it goes
Here’s to Chicago
Corruption assumed
Downstate convictions
Are ballot box, doomed
Declaring a mandate
A nod and a wink
Proclaiming sweet fragrance
While sniffers cry, STINK!
Here’s to Chicago
Lincoln betrayed
Pity the president
In Illinois laid
Touted by pundits
But by actions, disowned
Perhaps ol’ Kentucky
Should bring their son…home

A bit of frustration. We, of the “other” Illinois, are pushed once again through the Cook County mold. Alas, no matter our conservative tendencies (fiscally, and in “right and “wrong”), the northern kingdom rules. And so, taxes rise and leftward morality is given the “Lincoln approved” stamp.

And so, if you want ease in your abortion; come to Illinois. If you want the “marriage” label expanded to include your sexual whim; come to Illinois. But, if you want lower taxes; perchance to plant and grow a business; don’t come to Illinois. You’re not welcome.

The local forecast, here, in southern Illinois, is a plunging thermometer. A bitter, biting, possibly killing cold. And it comes, as usual; from the north.

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The Parsers

2011-02-01T14:21:00.000-06:00

The Parsers
(by R.P.Edwards)

Parsing, parsing
Here we go
Find things
Nobody knows
Hidden meanings
Worlds of do
So often found
By those…
Who choose

I hear sleet bouncing off the “stuck in the wall” air conditioner. Yes, it’s the “super storm” and so far it’s (at least in my local) a bit of a let down. Promised a foot of snow; getting a bunch of ice stingers.

Anyway, to the news. Yesterday, federal Judge, Roger Vinson, said the Obama Healthcare Bill was a no go because of the “individual mandate.” Following are some snippets:

“The Act, like a defectively designed watch, needs to be redesigned and reconstructed by the watchmaker…
Regardless of how laudable its attempt may have been to accomplish these goals in the Act, Congress must operate within the bounds established by the Constitution. Again, this case is not about whether the Act is wise or unwise legislation. It is about the Constitutional role of the federal government. For the reasons stated, I must reluctantly conclude that Congress exceeded the bounds of its authority in passing the Act with the individual mandate…Because the individual mandate is unconstitutional and not severable, the entire Act must be deemed void.”

Seems it all hinges on the “Commerce Clause” in the Constitution. Ready for it? Here it is:
To regulate Commerce with foreign Nations, and among the several States, and with Indian Tribes.
Those who say “you can;” they stretch the words without end. Others (at least 26 states worth) say, “It‘s limited.” The good judge agrees with the latter. And, since the “individual mandate” is central to the legislation; it has to go.

My take: Of course it should be tossed! Requiring everyone to enroll or be penalized; outrageous! But, do I think the “benders” will sit idly by? No. I hear that even now some political higher ups (who elects these guys?) will try and arm twist their way to victory.

Final thought: Apparently the plaintiffs also wanted the judge to issue an injunction stopping the “Act”…in the act. He didn’t go that far; thinking it unnecessary. He quoted Justice Scalia on the matter:
“…it must be presumed that federal officers will adhere to the law as declared by the court.” I see that Judge Vinson’s resume also includes being a man…of faith.

Here’s a link to the text: The Ruling

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To touch the face of God

2011-01-29T01:12:00.000-06:00

The Shock
(by R.P.Edwards)

A sudden shock
Untimely death
All to focus
Holding breath
Peripheries?
No time for these
It’s only life
And prayerful knees
How sad it takes
The jarring crack
To break our bondage
Bring us…back
But rest assured
That time will soothe
And forgetful we
We’ll wayward…move

I was sitting in the University classroom. It was my normal routine. I don’t remember the subject offered; nor the teacher who taught; but I do remember Dr. Munson popping his head in the door. He, a middle-aged gent (a bit crusty, navy vet) was paler than usual as he relayed the shocking information: the space shuttle Challenger had exploded a little over a minute into its flight. All seven aboard, including Social Studies teacher, Christa McAuliffe, died. Many in America watched and, by the end of the day, we, as a nation…refocused; at least for a little while.

Funny, I don’t remember a whole lot from my University days. This Challenger episode, however, was a notable bookmark. And it’s still there; twenty five years later.

Now, at this point I was going to gently segue into the sad truth that often it takes a jarring stop before we realize we’re on the wrong road; or at least drifting towards the rail. But, due to a work interlude, I’ve had time to reconsider and I just don’t want to go there…today. Instead I offer a couple links for your perusing. The first is the speech given by President Ronald Reagan on that fateful day. It, of course, finishes with the famous line:   We will never forget them, nor the last time we saw them, this morning, as they prepared for their journey and waved goodbye and "slipped the surly bonds of earth" to "touch the face of God." Reagan Speech

I thought it only appropriate to have the complete poem from which the words come. It is titled, High Flight, and was written by a young aviator who died at 19 during World War II.    High Flight

Also, here is a link to President Bush’s speech concerning the Space Shuttle Columbia tragedy. Worth reading. Columbia Speech

Conclusion? This life, at its longest; is short.   It would be wise to consider our individual ends. For we all, sooner or later, will slip the surely bonds of earth….

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Civility and Sacrifice

2011-01-26T11:23:00.000-06:00

Civility
(by R.P.Edwards)

Civility, civility
Democracy’s salve
Calming contentions
Conversations…to have
Passions, on leashes
Warring…with words
Yet measured, in malice
So as not
To disturb

“You have no idea.”

In this world there are measures of devotion, love, sacrifice, selflessness. The greatest example; the one without peer, begins with the words, “For God so love the world…” But, below this ultimate are lesser degrees of “you first” and, far from the top, but certainly well above the bottom, was the selfless act of my wife towards “yours truly” just the other day.

You see; I was feeling a bit under; poorly; bummed; and, my wife (a compassionate soul) volunteered to make the coffee and bring me a mug. But, as this exercise was taking longer than normal I surmised she was up to something “more,” and, so she was; for, after several minutes she arrived with, not only the java, but also a hot bowl of oatmeal, along with wheat toast on the side. This, of itself, was sacrificial, but, BUT what raised it to the “you have no idea” level was the preparation of the porridge; for, following the tradition set forth by my mother, I like a dollop of peanut-butter mixed in with the oats. My wife, God Bless her, absolutely hates goober’s child. She informed me that a lot of “mouth breathing” was necessary to accomplish the love-gift. Thank you, honey. That was quite a sacrifice. “You have no idea.”

Well, I didn’t watch the State of the Union Speech, but I did listen to a portion the old fashioned way; the radio. Only heard about fifteen minutes, but it was enough to appreciate this civilized republic we live in. There they were, often bitter opponents, sitting next to one another; setting aside their agendas…to be civil. The words I heard were soothing, inspiring, presidential and, though I differ greatly with the chief executive in so many ways, I recognize his office, and hold no personal malice towards the man.

However, beyond the civility, there must be a tangible “turning.” In the Christian sphere it’s called Repentance; when one stops heading “away” from God, and starts heading “towards.” It goes far beyond words. It involves “acts.” And, as far as the nation is concerned, yes, we must be wise with our money and methods, but we also need to recognize that all our blessings…are inherited. Inherited from a people who feared God, recognized moral living, and gave every human life…a chance to grow old. This kind of sacrifice will bring God’s blessing and, in the distant future, when a great grandson or daughter (should we be so fortunate) looks to the history books and asks what was necessary for the change, we can begin by repeating my wife's classic response, “You have no idea.”

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The Talk

2011-01-23T15:48:00.001-06:00

The Talk
(by R.P.Edwards)

They talk about talking
For talking is king
Their bread and their butter
Their place
And their bling
But talking is useless
When actions
Are few
So talk about talking
For that’s
What you do

It’s a Sunday afternoon. The ballgame is on and, for the most part…I’m indifferent. Don’t have a stake, a dog, a horse, or any other idiomic image tied to the outcome. And, though I know some who are feverish fans of one or the other; I am somewhere in the region of … “ho hum.”

Watched a little of the “talkers” this morning. The coming State of the Union address was one topic, and some spoke of the importance of the words; the phrasing, the demeanor, the promises. Again, I find myself in the region of … “ho hum.” Why? Because talk; albeit eloquent, educated, emotional, knowledgeable, Presidential, is, in the end…oh so cheap.

Again. President Obama, he, above all other presidents, ever; is the abortionist's friend. Under his leadership the United States is viewed as weak and indecisive; and our ever increasing IOU’s make us beholden to those who do not have our best interests at heart. And then there's some other stuff I just don't feel like "talking" about.

So, oh talkers; talk away. After all, that is your forte; your fortune. And, since the chief executive is going to visit your living room; analyze on. But, after your critiques have dissipated and dissolved; then we’ll see if there is any substance behind the syllables. Either way, it will give you something...to talk about.

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