Antoine de Saint-Exupery’s image of a caravan’s wearied trek across a could-care-less desert only to stake final hopes and dreams on a useless well was clearly clairvoyant; an insight on today’s Main Street Media: frozen in time, breaking Oval Office tables, toppling lamps and shades, their sun-whitened bones scattered around a dry well, specifically The Trump Is Colluding with the Russians Dry Well. Exupery wrote in his book The Wisdom of the Sands, originally titled The Citadel in French editions, of a desert’s harsh conditions, of what’s really important when real wells are scarce and mirages are plentiful. His language is the substantive wrapped in mysticism and prose, also a scarcity in today’s America bereft of Liberal thought and imagination.
This past November, after unseating a thousand Democrats nationwide in state and federal elections over the past few election cycles, Republican voters thought finally they had government under control. With a strong President as leader, figuring Republican members of both houses in Washington would be grateful, thankful for the majorities graciously handed them, voters expected campaign promises made would be kept. In particular they counted on repeal of Obamacare. “Repeal Fixes Obamacare,” they said. So they were content to let markets restore healthcare to its former health. Fifty times Republicans had repealed Obamacare. Just one more time, they thought.
The term-limited president listened while his aides related news of a youthful, totally unanticipated candidate for president. He had just shown up and asked for an audience with America’s voters. Audience warily granted, the candidate delivered a brash message promising a Yuge reversal in America’s fortunes, much for the better.
Ownership is the difference between an American and a Global Citizen. Americans own. Global Citizens share. Americans individually own their innovative ideas, the hours they devote to labor, the hours they boat or fish, the inheritance received from father or mother, rich aunt or opulent uncle. Whatever an American owns he can barter, negotiate, retail or wholesale at will, disposing of, at will, whatever it is he owns that another individual sees value in. The only coercions an American condones are his own wily impulses to buy and his neighbors’ insatiable cravings to keep up with the Jones’.
If it’s truly an abyss and the edge is already a distant memory, it’s a deep dive whether thought of as a deep dive or not. There is no turning back, no applying the brakes, no slowing down, no point harboring a second thought. All that matters is who has been taken down, is along for the ride; because suicide is one thing, murder something else all over again, especially if the tag-alongs are family members, countrymen, or even a President.
Over the past couple weeks we have gradually pulled ourselves around to ask if Britain can come to terms with the no longer latent threats they have knowingly, willingly incubated over the past few decades. Sadly, at last report, overnight, seven civilians on or around London Bridge have died at the hands of three knife wielding strangers to the UK. Strangers because even though it might be revealed they were born or naturalized citizens of Britain, they had refused to assimilate to the culture.
There wasn’t any. The title (my mistake) implies conservatism and liberalism were opposing factions in the culture and politics of early America. Nothing could be further from the truth. There was no conservatism or liberalism. At least it looks that way. Noah Webster’s First Edition published in 1828, neglected to include either word: conservatism or liberalism. Makes one wonder. What was all the fuss about during the first congress: the arguments, the great compromises; if there were no conservatives and liberals to do the fighting. Nonetheless it’s reported the fledgling legislators were sufficiently nonplussed, so much so they resorted to prayer.
Voters listened. They spoke. Three times they gave Republicans a majority in the House to repeal Obamacare. Twice voters gave Republicans a majority in the Senate to repeal Obamacare. Then one time Donald Trump spoke to voters much like this past week he talked to fifty-five Arab leaders in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia reminding them about their very important responsibilities they have neglected for far too long. To voters before election day in November candidate Trump said:
Before Moses met God in the Middle East he spied a bush burning in the wilderness, perhaps not so unusual, except it kept burning and burning. The flames remained strong and bright. If anything, they stretched higher as if to wrest his attention out of him, “Hey dummy, what are you waiting for. You’ve got to check this out.” He headed that way, taking his time at first, figuring the bush would soon be consumed. If the fire died out, he could be quickly on his way without a several mile detour.
Even Fair and Balanced: Fox News that is, according to a Harvard study is practicing the art of insinuation 52% of the time when it comes to its President Trump coverage. Would your local channel’s News at Five report live from a vehicle accident scene if no damaged vehicles were present? If a lack of evidence assured reporters on scene and producers in studio a wreck had never occurred? Of course not. Howie Kurtz does. So also Chris Wallace, John Roberts and others at Fox News. And of course most every anchor on CNN and MSNBC report the nonexistent, insinuations ninety-one to ninety-three percent of the time according to the same Harvard study.
A scripture reads, “Peace I bring to you, peace not as the world gives….” A similar peace the world gives was parodied in Miss Congeniality and Groundhog Day. Sandra Bullock quipped the obligatory “and world peace” during the pageant’s can the contestant think and talk while maintaining political correctness segment. Bill Murray wooed Andie MacDowell with repeated, quite insincere “and world peace,” pleas, day after day after day. Both occasions belie the seriousness of those who tout world peace with the likelihood world peace is but a pipe dream. World peace is to peace what Utopia is to civil society: unattainable.
This is not a “Once upon a time” tale. It really happened. A young man ventured out into the world and realized very soon it was necessary for him to make a living or he would be “at the mercy” of those who were much smarter than he was. He joined the journalism circus and learned various skills of the trade, became most adept at ventriloquism: the art of insinuation and innuendo. His name is Washington Post. As the story goes he later learned another skill, hot air balloonist. While out and about in his balloon one lazy afternoon he was carried aloft by winds “with a mind of their own” across a vast desert to a make believe world we know of as Oz: the bubble.
The Yellow Brick Road passes through the Land of Oz and the Forest of Bloomenwald. It’s not made of one piece, but of a million parts. No individual owns the Yellow Brick Road, yet one can take possession of what’s at its end. Perhaps the yellow is reminiscent of gold, making it a road of potential promise, richness, fullness. Both roads lead through hazards tending to forgetfulness induced by fields of poppies or woods of psychedelics. Consequently a traveler however strong, courageous, and true might very well not complete his or her journey due to the very calming nature of sleep or an ecstacy laced high.
With 217 aye votes House Republicans under Paul Ryan’s leadership on Thursday afternoon saved Obama’s signature government run healthcare program from almost certain ruin. President Trump’s voters and those who gave Republicans majorities in both houses over three and four different election cycles, those who gave Republicans a mandate to repeal Obamacare, not to resurrect it, subsequently remain burdened with the whims and follies of central planners, guaranteeing a long line of kindly, round faced benefactors, beginning with HHS Secretary Tom Price, will for decades in the future make large and small decisions individual Americans used to make for themselves before free markets were disabused and all but abandoned, bereft of their former usefulness.
We stepped in the door of a local restaurant last evening, immediately noticing metal walkers and several elderly people sitting, waiting to enter the buffet line. We gave our name and party of two information, then sat in the remaining spaces available. I whispered to my wife, “I wonder if heaven’s waiting room will be like this.” Congress came to mind, bills languishing, clinging to spent walkers, tottering; while remembrances of campaign promises to voters were heard fading from victoriously elected Republican Alzheimer-ridden memories.
When a nation casts off traditions full of meaning for its own citizens in favor of traditions ripe with meaning for immigrant invaders, the result is self-immolation: the spilling of one’s own organs and intestines to the ground by use of a sharp or dull instrument. The instrument of death handed to America by the Left, prepared in the fiery furnace of The Global Citizens’ Initiative movement is named multicultural diversity. Americans call it by a different name: suicide.
UC Berkeley and Republican leadership both attempted to silence the voice of individuals by pretending to give them what they wanted without giving them voice to what they wanted. Ann Coulter called their bluff; acceded to their demands she speak in the afternoon during class sessions, only to students, and only if the time and place were announced minutes before her speaking event. She agreed to their ruse and then asked the school not request the police to stand down in the event of rioting and also expressed her expectation any rioting students would be expelled. Caught in their own trap, UC Berkeley dis-invited Ann Coulter. She said she would show up anyway. Then on Thursday UC Berkeley reversed itself and re-invited Ann Coulter to speak, quietly changing the date of her presentation to a non-school day. Ann respectfully deferred, said she will show up on the original date anyway.
God did not make all that He made right. He made it all good. To suggest He made everything right is to further suggest any other way of making everything would have been wrong; because normally we think in terms of there is only one right way to do something. When we come upon what might be two or more right ways to make something, we start comparing each way to the other way as good, better, and best. The Genesis text does not indicate God ever said, while making the worlds and all that is in them, “Now that’s better.” Nor is it recorded he ever said, “This is the best world I could have made.” He was satisfied, for some good reason, simply to declare the results of his six days of work, good. God did not make the universe and all that is in it right or best, He made it good, for us.
Google if you dare, “I am a Global Citizen.” …it’s quite a movement on social media and in our so-called institutions of higher learning, around the globe. One site encourages respondents to “selfie” and propagate themselves with the caption, “I am a Global Citizen.” Let’s consider for a few moments what Global Citizens are and what they have coming to them.
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This retired window washer now provides instruction on the benefits and perils of time travel through focusing an allegorical lens on the present.