If there are indeed only two extremes, progressive and conservative, then what progressives do not realize is that progression does not and cannot have a trajectory, much less a target, than if led by the infinite, and progressives, by nature, do not embrace the infinite, or at best, flounder about it astigmatically.
Thus springs the computer, the ultimate folly of progression: man’s attempt to perfect himself and secure his immortality. Talk about a straw man. Call him Wrong Way Corrigan.
Conservatives embrace the infinite and in doing so, by fooling themselves into believing their own impotency, stymie progression. Thus springs complacency, which begets materialism, which begets misguided ambition (selfishness), which begets greed. Talk about a misuse of God's resources.
Truly led by God, men and women would be neither progressive nor conservative. In fact, such persons would realize scripture says we are only here for a visit and to do God’s work: exciting, creative, fulfilling, and rewarding. Thus, for one, came the foundation of Liberty, the killing field upon which Progressives and Conservatives, mercilessly and intractably, try to annihilate each other.
Friday, April 3, 2009
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Appeasement or Brinksmanship?
What tack are Hilary and Obama going to take?
The President is meeting with leaders of Russia and China, and they have to decide what to do about the potential missile crisis with N. Korea.
Short of beaming reruns of M.A.S.H. over Asia 24/7, the ace-in-the-hole (and I hope they don’t play it this early in the game) is to give up Texas.
I’m sure they’re thinking about it. The Chinese are likely already strutting around, proudly buzzing, “Freddy Mac” in the halls of their government. For Obama, relinquishing the bones of America’s cowboy heritage would trump all other moves. Remember, the east LOVES western culture. Not what it is now, but what it was.
Texas, along with its cattle, dry oil wells, the Alamo (a little irony there), and sagebrush, has a Trojan Horse that pops out of the package: GWBush, still fit and ready to ride. If only Randolph Scott were alive. "Randolph Scott?!"
The stage is set for the new President. The whole world is watching, waiting to see if there really is some substance in his approach. And if indeed, he does have an approach.
Will the ultimate Citizen of the World make more concessions? Will he be played like a fiddle as a blogger wrote, his chalk breaking on that Harvard blackboard of ideology, or is there really something lurking in his personality that will stop the aggression of other world leaders in their tracks?
What would JFK do? That president, with the angst of PT-109 burning in his memory, knew the use of brinksmanship. He matched Russia’s willingness to put all of humanity on the line in a nuclear way, by stepping up to the plate and flexing our once, and still ample, muscle.
Will there be a profile in courage written for our new leader? Not chintzy PR lies, the real deal, based on a real act of bravery, diplomatic or otherwise. The next few weeks will tell.
The President is meeting with leaders of Russia and China, and they have to decide what to do about the potential missile crisis with N. Korea.
Short of beaming reruns of M.A.S.H. over Asia 24/7, the ace-in-the-hole (and I hope they don’t play it this early in the game) is to give up Texas.
I’m sure they’re thinking about it. The Chinese are likely already strutting around, proudly buzzing, “Freddy Mac” in the halls of their government. For Obama, relinquishing the bones of America’s cowboy heritage would trump all other moves. Remember, the east LOVES western culture. Not what it is now, but what it was.
Texas, along with its cattle, dry oil wells, the Alamo (a little irony there), and sagebrush, has a Trojan Horse that pops out of the package: GWBush, still fit and ready to ride. If only Randolph Scott were alive. "Randolph Scott?!"
The stage is set for the new President. The whole world is watching, waiting to see if there really is some substance in his approach. And if indeed, he does have an approach.
Will the ultimate Citizen of the World make more concessions? Will he be played like a fiddle as a blogger wrote, his chalk breaking on that Harvard blackboard of ideology, or is there really something lurking in his personality that will stop the aggression of other world leaders in their tracks?
What would JFK do? That president, with the angst of PT-109 burning in his memory, knew the use of brinksmanship. He matched Russia’s willingness to put all of humanity on the line in a nuclear way, by stepping up to the plate and flexing our once, and still ample, muscle.
Will there be a profile in courage written for our new leader? Not chintzy PR lies, the real deal, based on a real act of bravery, diplomatic or otherwise. The next few weeks will tell.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Surprise?
Wouldn't it be cool if the Lord came back on April Fool's Day?
The Lord's no fool. He may just have a better sense of humor than we think.
The Lord's no fool. He may just have a better sense of humor than we think.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
The Late Snow
Sit back and have a snack and watch the “Late Snow.”
Dig it. Hey, you don’t have to. It’s going to be gone by Tuesday. Two weeks from now, we’ll be raking the grass and seeding, fertilizing, cooking out.
It’s over, but watch it. Winter’s last gasp can slip us right into the hospital if we’re too cavalier.
Anyone thinking, like me, this is our last winter here? Absolutely. Yeah, sure. I’ve said that for the last 10, 12 years. I still vow to be a snowbird. Key West (Hemmingway), Phoenix, where I have relatives, CA – far away but there’re good friends there. Let’s float down to Peru.
Thinking too deeply on this – not deeply enough – has anyone besides Ed Wynn and Fred MacMurray tried to control the weather in the last 45 years?
C’mon all you young techies. Someone among you should at least come up with a temp dome that could cover the northern cities and maybe farmlands, if you can’t figure out how to mess with the weather. I think the Russians tried. Link us if you know.
Meantime time, curse it or enjoy. It won’t be here much longer. Thanks, God. See you next Christmas. Maybe.
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