Archive for May, 2011

In A Little House On Market Street….

In a little house on Market Street, in Philadelphia, a nation was born.  Occasionally stopping to play his violin, to clear his mind, then continuing with quill pen, the Declaration of Independence flowed onto parchment from the hand of a man as conflicted as any of us.

When you look at fine writing, concise writing, nothing exceeds the quality of that document.  “We hold these truths to be self evident, that all men are created equal…”  That single statement embodies the hopes and dreams of a nation of people, and still separates those people from much of the rest of the world.  Yes, Americans are exceptional, and America is still the shining city on the hill that most of the rest of the world needs to emulate. And much of that exceptionalism flows from that document created in that little house on Market Street.

Many think that in that small room, Thomas Jefferson rose far, far above even his own beliefs and prejudices, which is what we wish all our legislators would do when they enter what we hope are hallowed halls of government.  While Jefferson wrote, his servant and slave Robert Hemmings, inherited from his father in law, would bring him tea and attend to his personal needs…oft times men demonstrate the quality of man, the deeper drive to improve all of mankind, deeper than ones own physical, mental, or carnal wants and needs.  That identifies the quality of many men, but not many men are the quality of Thomas Jefferson, with all the warts and blemishes history has ascribed to him.  Thomas Jefferson stayed in that room while great personal tragedies took place at home in Monticello…the loss of a child. What courage and dedication it took to keep his mind on his work, and not fall into morose, dejected, mourning.  But he must have sensed that what he was doing had greater meaning, greater importance, that what travails might happen to any single human being.  What an inner conflict to write “all men are created equal,” while being served by one of your own slaves.  Robert Hemmings eventually bought his freedom, with Jefferson’s obvious approval for no slave could obtain his manumission without his “owner’s” permission.

The final line of the Declaration of Independence: And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of Divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes, and our sacred Honor.

Can you imagine those words flowing from our current Administration or Congress.  More and more I fear those hallowed halls of Washington D.C. are becoming hollow halls, as hollow as the hopes and dreams and honesty of those who frequent them.

Where are our Jeffersons?

The Ultimate Crime In A Republic

What The Day Is All About….




On this Memorial Day, particularly on this day, but also on every other day, we should bow our heads and pray for those who’ve given their lives in the many Wars and police actions this country has involved herself in.  And we should beg forgiveness for not giving the full force and resources of this country to stand behind any whose lives we have put at risk.

As we ask our citizens to pay homage to America, America should pay homage to her citizens, and particularly to her military whom we ask, for a pittance, to risk their lives.

We continue to hear about the “war” in Iraq and Afghanistan, but what is “War?”  What we’ve been doing for years, since the real War, WWII, is certainly not war.  Not that it means less to those over 7,200 who gave their lives in those countries mentioned above, or their friends and families.  Nor to the 118,000 killed in WWI, nor the 405,000 killed in WWII, nor the 58,000 killed in Vietnam, nor those killed in smaller police actions before and since.  Nor should we forget those wounded, both physically and mentally in all those efforts to protect America and the American way.

It’s time we committed ourselves.  Let’s never again send a young man or woman into harm’s way without the full force of America behind them.

“Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few.”

Winston Churchill

That quote was as to WWII, but it applies to all our so-called wars.  Dead or maimed, the result is the same, be it a “police action,” or as it is called now, a “war.”   A war, to me, connotes total commitment, not a half-assed effort where Congress argues over the cost of body armor.  Peace is where young men bury old men, and War is where old men bury young men…and they should never be called upon to do so unless they have a clear conscience that they’ve done everything, EVERYTHING, to prevent that burial.

Korea was the beginning of American disregard for the lives of her soldiers.  When Truman, as much as I admire him for much of what he was compelled to do as our leader, failed those who fought in Korea, and failed the American people who depend upon our leaders to, if we offer up one American boy, fight with all our country has at it’s disposal.  We didn’t then, we haven’t since.  We allowed China to invade with impunity, when we should have bombed every military target INSIDE China, rather than allow them to duck behind their border.

I, for one, don’t think we should send one American boy or girl into peril without the full force of the country as a whole behind them.  NOT ONE.  I don’t think we should have stopped at the Chinese border in Korea, at bombing SAM sites in Vietnam no matter how many Russians were assisting in their construction, at the Iranian or Syrian border in Iraq if we suspected their involvement (and we damned well knew it), or at the Pakistani border in Afghanistan, for we knew they harbored al qaeda.  I thought the fact we sent kids into Iraq with badly armored Humvees and poor body armor was more than a crime, it was traitorous.  That’s not fighting a war, in fact, it’s un-American.

Those of us who are compelled to wait at home for those thrust into a foreign country, without a clear enemy, without uniforms on those they are expected to either embrace or kill (and they look identical),…we at home, we who believe in America, the America of WWII, find it hard to understand.  Such was the “war” in Korea, in Vietnam, and in Iraq and Afghanistan, wars of “who’s the enemy,” we wonder the validity of it all.  Yes, 9/11 was a compelling reason to seek revenge and I would have led the pack, frothing at the mouth to bring down those responsible. But I would have expected the unrelenting, undeniable support of the American people.  Certainly not inferior armor and the half-assed support of Congress while giving themselves annual raises.  Every dime Congress takes as a raise represents one drop of blood shed by an American boy or girl, so long as those dimes could have gone to support the “war” effort.

Now that a goodly number of those responsible for 9/11, including the master planner, bin Laden, have been brought to task, are we now to merely await another attack in order to determine who among the 1.5 billion Muslims in the world hate us enough to risk their lives, or sacrifice their lives attacking America.  How often do we have to be told that Muslims hate us?  How often do we have to hear that Muslims revere the Quran and it’s resultant Sharia Law and support it with their lives, when Sharia Law says you can kill an infidel (that’s you and I) with impunity, and can lie to infidels about your intent with impunity?

I guess we have to hear it until we shed ourselves of a president whose brother and father were Muslim, and whom I suspect is, at the very least, a Muslim sympathizer…remember he said Israel should pull back it’s borders to fifty years ago…if not a closet Muslim himself.  And I believe that when he entered college and has now hidden those entrance applications, he claimed thereon to be Muslim.  Otherwise why would he have spent 2 million in legal fees to keep those records hidden?

If it comes to that again, I hope this country remembers and reveres the sacrifice that has gone before those killed in Afganistan and Iraq, as well as those brave young men and women…and should it be necessary ever again to risk the life of a young American, I pray it’s done with the full force of American arms and American will behind those sent into battle.  If not, I fear for my country.  It’s been too long that we’ve done things half assed.

By The Time Obama Is Through, We’ll Have Nothing But Muslim “Friends!”

This from Editor Alex Singleton, The Telegraph (London)

Barack Obama has made me want to boycott America

The special relationship is over. We gave America years of unwavering support after September 11. And now we see how Barack Obama’s administration repays us.

First, Obama declared that America was “neutral” over the sovereignty of the Falklands, ignoring the clear wishes of the islands’ population. And, second, his Assistant Secretary of State, Philip Crowley, snubbed Britain by failing to use their proper name and instead calling them the “Malvinas”.

I don’t know where Obama learned about diplomacy, but his stinks. I’m normally pro-American, but Mr Obama’s seeming support for Argentinian aggressors, who have no legitimate claim over the Falklands, is gratuitously offensive. So from today, I’m boycotting America as a tourist destination. This summer, I’ll be going to France, not California.

Let me be clear: I’m not normally in favour of boycotts, and I love the American people.  I holiday in their country regularly, and hate the tedious snobby sneers against the United States. But the American people chose to elect an idiot who seems hell bent on insulting their allies, and something must be done to stop Obama’s reckless foreign policy, before he does the dirty on his allies on every issue.

If our American friends want to stop Obama shredding the respect the rest of the planet has towards America, they need to stop Obama’s destructive policies – and fast.

Who have we become….

The Beginning Of The End In Education

“Our schools have been scientifically
designed to prevent over-education from happening.
The average American [should be] content with their humble role in life,
because they’re not tempted to think about any other role.”
– William T. Harris
U.S. Commissioner of Education
Source: 1889