How Unions can save America

Union

(By R.P.Edwards)

I was beaten down, mute, and weak

Then a brother came to help me speak

A sister gave a lifting hand

Then others joined, to help me stand

At last the oppressor made his run

To finish the job he had begun

He thought only "I" would field his blows

But instead, he found a Union...

Standing toe to toe

The above poem was resurrected from a computer hideaway (nearly forgotten). It was originally attached to a fledgling blog and posted seven years ago, this very month. AND, due to my state of employment at the time (laid off Steel Worker), I gave the title, The Layoff Letters, to this humble web-publication that was birthed during that period. Ironically, I find myself laid-off once again.

Unions: everyone believes in the concept. Simply: it is the many who are weak individually; who then join together to oppose the strong. The original Thirteen Colonies were a union. Your neighborhood watch is a union. And, of course, when greed rules over compassion in corporate America; labor unions are a solution. 

But how can Unions save the nation? By using their "together" might to actually stand for the values and God-mindedness that led to a nation blessed.

You know, sixty years ago an essay like this would be unnecessary. Aside from variances of what to do with the people's money (and some other policy differences), the two parties understood that human life had value, and that God was not a liar when it came to human sexuality. But, since then (well before, actually) the godless oozings of academia have preached another gospel; a gospel that has stripped the great benefactor from our schools and government institutions; that has codified murder and immorality; that seeks to have us ever bow to the worm and the whim. AND, since the Democratic party is married to this madness, AND since the Unions are married to the Democratic Party...the nation totters.

Solution: Unions; remember when good and evil had parameters, and choose the good again. Unions: when those who would woo you ask you to put your hand in the abortionist's glove; refuse. Yes, refuse for the good of America, and stand for those who have no voice. Unions; when those who would use you to further THEIR agenda ask you to denounce the institution ordained by God; refuse. Yes, refuse for the good of America, and then stand and defend that timeless pairing that has so long been the mortar to our body politic. And, my brothers and sisters, when the misrepresenters parade their vast contingent of false reverends and celebrity mouthpieces to garner your support; refuse. Yes, refuse for the good of America; and send their gross errors to the wind as you (we) hold fast to and protect the stone that is our sure foundation.

And now we come to the WHAT IF. What if, in 1973, when the black-robed usurpers sentenced the multiplied millions to death; what if the UNIONS had stood against them? What if, when the twisted heirs of the same court contemplated spitting in the deity's eye concerning human relations; what if, for the good of America, the Unions had stood against them? And now, what if the Unions--despite the pleas of their present handlers--decided to raise their (our) voices against the PC madness that is gripping and gutting our culture? What if, for the good of America, they did that? Well, America would be saved. And, having done that we could then concentrate on the lesser issues.

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The National ill

The National ill

(by R.P.Edwards)

I resign myself

To the National ill

As evil rises

And has its fill

With God debased

And man...held high

If not abated

We'll surely

Die

Ah, it's Mother's Day (nearing the end thereof) and although I had thought to drop a line or two in praise of mothers who truly are, the national dialogue on President Obama's weigh-in on same sex marriage grabs my attention.

I fear for my country. Why? Well, it's not that a prominent politician (decent fellow that he is) is on the wrong side of the God issues (abortion, marriage), but that, from recent polling...it seems so many of my neighbors are leaning in the same direction.

You see (and call me naive) but I really do believe that this nation had a divine birth.  That deity was mentioned four times in the Declaration of Independence...deliberately.  And that, what was so obvious in the beginning (that WE need HIM), now we wise inheritors have assigned the Almighty to the role of flavor or tint.  He is insignificant.  A "not real anyway" inconvenience.  A vestige organ in our body politic.

But, dear reader, it behooves us to recall that so many of our modern "ministers;" (the 'mouths,' if you will) be they in academia, the media, Hollywood, Washington, or even behind a once sanctified church pulpit; it behooves us to remember that our blessed America came not one whit from these who so confidently dare to define what is right; and what is wrong.

And so...I fear.  I fear that we who dance the dance of carefree apostasy; hopping, and skipping, and twirling ever farther from our stable center and ever closer to the precipice of pride; I fear that without a national revival...we will surely, soon, step off...and in.

And, as for me--as the once unthinkable becomes thunk and done-- I cannot fathom how any person who cracks their Bible, and believes; I cannot fathom how one of these of genuine faith can enter the sacred booth and cast their vote for those who mock their God and invite His rebuke.

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NCAA...who needs you?

Where is my Country?
(by R.P.Edwards)

Where is my country?
Where has it gone?
This place where I live
Says living…is wrong
Babies are fodder
Marriage…abased
Leaders…lead downward
Surrender our place
Where is my country?
The one born divine
Rights, from God given
Our mantra now, “Mine!”
Changing the words
Once sacred, revered
Twisted for bidding
Of those…without fear
Yes, where is my country?
It’s dying
Near death
It languishes
Gasping…out
Freedom’s…last breath

“All I want for my son is for him to grow up knowing how to do the right thing."  This “offensive” caption goes along with the picture of a father…holding his young son.  And so, the Focus on the Family ad…is pulled from the NCAA (National Collegiate Athletic Association) website. 

The question:…who finds this benign, family oriented ad offensive?  Who, by their sweeping denial, label a decades old faithful support of traditional family and Christian values…extreme?  The answer: The new (not so new, rather) spokesmen of right and wrong; that is, the godless academics to whom we send our precious children and subsidize with our hard earned tax dollars. 

Okay, just for fun, let’s look at a couple of the “Core Values” of the NCAA, as given on their website.  The section begins:  The Association - through its member institutions, conferences and national office staff - shares a belief in and commitment to:

-inclusive culture that fosters equitable participation for student-athletes and career opportunities for coaches and administrators from diverse backgrounds.

-Respect for institutional autonomy and philosophical differences.

Now, dear reader, some in the egg-head (many, I dare say) have interpreted these words as a support “for” all manner of sexual lifestyles and, of course, the unhindered destruction of human life in the womb (abortion), and “against” those who hold traditional views.  Thus, “right” is now “wrong,” and “good” is now “evil.”

You know, they weary me; these prominently placed proclaimers who try to shove their damnable perversions down our throat.  Oh, I know, that’s a bit harsh.  But the destruction of my America demands truth, and that, brother, is in short supply, especially in the ivy covered palaces.

But, before I end this little rant, a simple query:  This America.  This land of liberty which we have inherited.  Did it come; was it birthed, was it died for, was it sacrificed for, was it tirelessly worked for…by those who more closely resemble the fine people of Focus on the Family, or by the robed elites who hand out diplomas and delusional diatribes like candy?  The answer is obvious. 

Here’s a link to Focus on the Family.  You be the judge.  http://www.focusonthefamily.com/

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

The Washington Dance

The Look Down
(by R.P.Edwards)

It must be
So very hard
To look down…from the hill
To see the rabble
And then to hear
Their voices…loud and shrill
To view the common…bumpkins!…boobs!
The represented few
Who dare to question
The people’s choice
Who dare to question…you
Yes, it must be hard
To downward gaze
While righting ancient wrongs
In crafting bills…progressives love
The stuff…of art and songs
Yes, it must be hard
This looking down
As you redefine the state
But not as hard
As looking back
To the founders
…whom you hate

As relationships go…it was a mandate.  Frank, who had always struck out with the winsome Veronica; well,  he now walked proudly with the “pretty as a model’ heiress of the grandest estate in all Alabama towards the annual dance which would put a fine “period” at end of the sentence that was this last, remarkable year.  Yes, Frank had always considered himself the “choicest” of males, but now that the lovely lady had finally come to her senses, well, wedding bells could not be far away.  Funny thing about relationships, the eyes are not always open...at least in the beginning.  No, this “view” is often clouded with hopes and dreams, and sometimes the wish to simply get away from the past...this too ads a softening filter.  However, a closer examination, along with a step or two, can be quite enlightening as to the compatibility of the couple.  And so it was with the "match made in heaven," Frank and Veronica.  Yes, by the end of the twirling, and shuffling, and stepping, and dips, well, the “one” who had entered…exited as two.  And, as the “wiser now” beauty walked slowly away (on the arm of a more compatible beau) Frank stood by the doorway (the party still in evidence behind) and shouted, “Hey, you chose me!  I have a mandate!  Come back here!  I’m not through dancing!”   

Tis the day after Christmas, and all through the house, most children are sleeping; and working?…my spouse.  And so I, pondering whether I should blather or not, looked at the headlines.  Yes, some zealot wanted to blow up an airplane, but, what’s this?  The CBO has calculated the cost of extending federal benefits to gay couples.  It’s a bunch.  And yes, if any such measure shows up on President Obama’s desk…he’ll sign it.

Oh, it is wearying.  The actions of the elite?  No…our ignorance of them.  Call me naïve, but I still believe that most of  America, when it comes to “values, mores, beliefs” is still on the side of tradition.  Whether it be babies in the womb, or couples at the alter, I think we, the ignorant masses, are closer to the view of our parents than those to whom we have unwittingly given a mandate.  So…let’s dance with them.  Let’s dance hard!  Let’s gaze into their eyes, their souls.  Let’s watch their every step and observe which way they lean, and how far they lean.  And then, when confident of their construct, if a suitable suitor taps in, let’s cut the dandy loose…and waltz the other way.

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