Band of...lovers?

Fire them
(by R.P.Edwards)

Ham and Mullen…hit the road
Johnson, Gates…the door
Go and take your turgid views
And trouble us…no more
And in your place…reality
Born of noble threads
Those who fathom founders faith
And reverence…honored dead

You’d think, with all the research done concerning the how and why’s of the Titanic disaster, that the “survey” would have come to light sooner.  But, due to its “embarrassment potential,” the White Star Line had all copies of the questionnaire destroyed…save one.  It, incredibly, was found in the ramshackle remains of the once great company; hidden in an underground vault.  Here’s a sample of some of the questions:  1. Do you think you will be safe on the Mighty Titanic no matter what nature can throw at you?
2. Do you think the thick steel of the mighty ship’s hull is stronger than frozen water?  3. Do you think you can have a safe voyage knowing there is floating ice en route?  4. Do you think the “unsinkable” Titanic can survive an encounter with an iceberg?

The survey results revealed that seventy percent of the passengers thought the mighty liner, and icebergs, could peacefully coexist.  It seems that opinion surveys, based on conjecture, are of little, or no…use.

Alright, just read of how the head of the joint chiefs of staff (admiral Mullen) says that if the door is opened for homosexuals to--in your face--participate in the armed forces; well, those who don’t like it…can get another job.

And, what is the basis for the good admiral’s confidence?  Why, the survey, of course.  Silly me, I thought the military was doing “research,” (as in, the effects of the homosexual lifestyle) but no, they were seeking “opinions.”  And, as the farcical first paragraph illustrates, opinions…carry little weight.  

Two things.  One: I am convinced that, since most of my parents generation--the one the Lord used to save the world (remember that?)--have passed on; I am convinced that with “the greatest generation” so, too, the source of our “greatness”…goes.  You see, as imperfect as they may have been (for they were, after all, made of flesh) theirs was a mindset that reserved a prominent place for God, and morality.   And, sadly,  we, their offspring, have filled the place of the spoiled heirs who gladly squander our parents inheritance and then dare to believe and act as if the substance of “they” belongs to “we,” as well.  It does not.  And, if Admiral Mullen and General Ham are content that an opinion poll is adequate justification for acquiescing to the ungodly oozings of academia to throw out our longstanding moral foundations in order to create another “legitimate” minority class, and then forcing it’s behavior down our military’s throat (some of whom are strongly opposed) then, let our subsequent decline be evidence of their folly.  Unfortunately, that “decline” puts our nation at risk.

Secondly: I bristle at the attitude displayed by the good admiral.  And, as so many who had prominent positions of power have, in the last election, been given their walking papers (not enough, in my opinion), I would like the “Joint chiefs” to be soon reminded that they are subservient to...the “people.”

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We need them out!

We need them out!
(by R.P.Edwards)

We need them out!
We need them gone!
We need release
From right…gone wrong
We need some new, that knows the old
We need some truth
We need it told!
We don’t need them
We don’t need these
We don’t need their unending sleaze
Their PC puke
Their twisted view
Their constant drain
On me, on you
So, out the door!
Now, move your feet!
Now, take your garbage
To the street!
You had your chance
But we chose wrong
But now we choose
And you…are gone!

“It only takes a second.  A millisecond. And your dead.  And when you’re dead; when your distracted dead butt is scraped off the field and placed in that body bag and stacked with the others; the others that are there…because of you.  I’ll be the one writing that letter to your mom, your dad, your little brother and sister.  I’ll be the one writing the letters to the other moms and dads.  I’ll be the one trying to explain to HQ why this elite, top-notch outfit…failed to react properly.  Failed to react…because “you” were distracted.
NOW, FOCUS &%$#!!!”

Distraction.  On the road…it can kill you.  For a surgeon, it can kill the patient.  For the military…it can kill…a nation. 

I read how a particular PC congressman is going to offer an amendment to the current defense spending legislation to hurriedly end the “Don’t ask, Don’t tell” policy that has been in place since the Clinton days.  Understand, this “issue” is already under study; under consideration.  But, doggone it!, he just can’t wait!

Listen, PC is wonderful when it is quarantined to Universities or Hollywood.  They can play their little make-believe game…and I’m fine with it.  But, when they inject their warped ways into our military…that bugs me.  Bad enough these men and women have to lay their lives on the line (remember, this is a voluntary force), but now they may have to adapt to yet another variable in an already complex equation. And, the more variables, the greater the chance…for distraction.  And, when the military is distracted….people die.

So, let’s man up, America!  If you fell for the Hope and Change Bilge; if you swooned when President O said he was a Christian and purred the other buzz words we love to hear…and voted for him and his followers, well, the beauty of this republic…is that you can change your mind.  What say we do that?  Let’s simply do…that.  Change our minds.  These “representatives” need to go.  For all our sakes.  They need to be…gone!

That’s what I think. How about you?  Click comments below…and say.

The Baseline

The Baseline
(by R.P.Edwards)

The baseline
The standard
The foundation
The stone
The measure
Forever
The future
To hone 
But
Now we’ve been told
That the past
Is askew
Yes
It took all this time
To discover
What’s true

“Here, put this plastic tube in your mouth; take a deep breath, and then, when I say so, blow till you almost pass out.”  A paraphrase of the instructions given to me at one of the many stations at my yearly work physical. Also on the menu was an EKG, X Ray, blood pressure check, vision, ears, chat with the doc, and a refit of a respirator (that I’ll probably never use).  That “respirator” thing meant I had to leave my beloved goatee in the sink (alas.)

The thing about “Physicals” is that there is a known “norm.”  We have established long ago (“we” as in smart people, not me) how a “healthy” body will respond or register.  Anything outside these parameters…and there’s a problem; a problem that needs to be addressed.  And, since we humans have limited warranties (the “physical” body anyway) as I get older the company is adding on some extra checks to make sure I’m not on the verge of keeling over.

The other day the Secretary of Defense, Robert Gates, said something that scared me.  He said, “We have received our orders from the commander in chief and we are moving accordingly.”  He was referring to, as you might surmise, the President’s view of human sexuality and its--as far as human rights go-- equality with race.  In other words, open homosexuality should be allowed and accepted in the military.  

Now, a couple days ago (when I started this blog) this discourse would have been more passionate and pointed.  Indeed, when I began I had a lighthearted fantasy concocted of how Arlington National Cemetery would be converted to farmland since the soil, due to the multiplied thousands of interred rolling in their graves, made the land perfect for crops.  However, let me forgo all that and just ask, again: When the vote was cast for Hope and Change, was it your desire that the “Don’t ask, Don’t tell” policy be discarded?  Was it your hope that human sexual preferences be put on par with ethnicity?  Was it your dream that abortion would be expanded and established--even more than it is--as a constitutional right?  Did you really yearn for larger government and a greater tax burden?   

I began this tepid piece (sorry) with the story of the baseline.  As a nation, our foundation, our “baseline,”  goes back to a time when modern interpretations of the constitution were unthinkable.  Understand, I do not question the sincerity of the president (or that of the many new hires), but I do question their vision…or should I say “revision.”  And, if I am in the minority…so be it.  But, before I consign myself to that place, I’d like to know for sure…Is this really the change you wanted?

That’s what I think.  How about you?  Click comments below…and say.