Saturday, November 21, 2009

A Friend in a Cold, Dark World

 
Since fire was first harnessed eons past, humans have huddled around it for warmth, used it to cook food, made it into torches for light, even fashioned it into weapons. Immensely powerful, fire has the capacity to wreak great destruction. In its tiniest form, however, it can be soothing, inspirational, romantic.

The flame of a lone candle is like the presence of an old friend - inviting and affable, warm and agreeable. What woman hasn't been wooed over dinner, her beauty adorned by the glow of a pair of tapered candles?

There's an intangible quality about the amber light of a candle that brings tranquility as it chases away the foreboding of darkness's uncertainty. I find a nearby candle's flame to be inspiring as I write, locked away in the solitude of my mind. Unlike people, the glowing inchling provides a sense of company without disturbing me with annoying demands or petty distractions. It only asks that I touch fire to its wick now and then, a small price to pay.




The brain's olfactory bulb is able to associate memories with scents in a way sight, sound, touch, and taste cannot. When I need to delve into a long-forgotten memory, the fragrance of a particular candle magically whisks me back to any time I wish.

During a cold and rainy winter, a scented candle can light an otherwise dim world in a way few things can.
  

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Is it Illegal to Quote the BIble in America?

If I'm reading the latest news articles correctly, Barack Obama's recently passed and highly praised "hate crimes" law has criminalized certain passages of the Bible. I presume the next step will be to print modified Bibles without scriptures that some people find offensive, and perhaps even to burn Bibles already in existence which carry the illegal texts.

Does this ring the same bell Hitler did, or am I hearing the thought police at my door?

The ebb and flow of human thought and action never ceases to amaze me. My father once explained that history was like a giant pendulum. He sure became wise as I aged. Two thousand years ago, they killed a man who spoke the truth and murdered all of his followers. Has the pendulum returned to where it once rested?

I cannot change the truths of the Bible any more than I can change the date I was born. Those of us who cling to the truth of Scripture and the inerrancy of its message are mocked and, in countries less forgiving than ours, persecuted, even martyred. As a Christian, I have been solemnly charged with proclaiming the Bible's message, a portion of which has now been made illegal in the world's last remaining bastion of Free Speech.

What, then, shall I do? Honor man or honor God?

Haters of the Word of God fail to understand the message of a loving God, specifically the parts in which homosexuality is condemned. Nowhere are we told to hate those who commit such vile acts or live in the clutches of its error. True Christianity loves the sinner but hates the sin, as we have been instructed to do by God. Oh sure, those with fingers in their ears will continue to quote studies and line up medical practitioners and pop-psychology "experts" who will tell us that "they were born that way" and that they cannot be helped. And they'll twist our words and insist that we are the ones who hate and are intolerant, when in actuality the truth is hidden from them by the scales on their eyes.

The country which was founded on freedom from tyranny has been hijacked under the guise of expansion of civil rights, while the adherents to the faith which gave birth to the freedoms which made us the world's most prosperous nation have been exiled in our own land. The goals of the current administration -- so far -- are not to seek the death penalty for speaking forbidden passages of the Bible; but this could change. Under the approving or blind eyes of their governments, Christians are routinely martyred in many nations of the world today, just as they were during the times in which Jesus walked the earth.

If the notion that the reciting of certain passages of the Bible might one day be a capital offense doesn't send a shudder through you, then perhaps nothing will. As it stands now, speaking biblical truth is perilously close to being a federal crime. In fact, it might already be classified as such, while Attorney General Eric Holder, an appointee of the Christian-hating Barack Obama, figures out how to prosecute violators.

This can't be happening in America, not in 2009-2010. Can it?

Once confined to Islamic theocracies, Sharia Law is gaining momentum in the free world and making inroads into Europe and Canada. Thanks to Muslim apologist groups such as CAIR, Sharia Law also has proponents in the United States. Paradoxically, while Sharia Law espouses executing homosexuals and imposing Draconian regulations upon women, neither homosexual advocacy groups nor women's rights groups appear to be organizing any opposition. One need look no further than Saudi Arabia or Iran to see that Christianity itself is offensive, even illegal.

Perhaps they started by outlawing a few annoying verses.

In the same way that Israel stands alone against an ever-growing number of adversaries who would nuke the tiny nation and slit the throat of every Jew, I feel as though I am standing beneath the ominous clouds of gathering doom. If Islam has a say in shaping the laws of the United States, what today defines the US will tomorrow be cast into the ash heap of history, and the pages on which it was written, burned.
  

Obama Demands Halt to Israeli Settlements

And now, the weather...

Barack Hussein Obama, an anti-Christian, anti-Israel bigot, currently occupies the White House. I will continue to decry every one of his actions as illegal until he proves his place of birth with a legitimate birth certificate and answers questions about how he traveled to and from Pakistan in the 1970s. If he broke the law in his travels, he should be charged with a felony, conviction of which would disqualify him from holding office. If he traveled to that specific country legally, he did it on a non-US passport, thus invalidating his US citizenship and legal presidency.

But I digress. It seems answers to these questions are under a blood-bought lock and key. I might as well be screaming for answers to the question my generation has sought since its infancy, "Who killed JFK?" We'll probably never know.

Obama and Hillary Clinton are banding together to demand that Israel halt construction of new settlements in east Jerusalem. How do you say "no" in Yiddish? In this context, it might be the same way you tell someone to go to hell.

Obama has bowed to foreign dignitaries yet had refused to receive the Israeli Prime Minister at the White House. When he finally did, it was done off-camera, as if Obama were ashamed of the longstanding alliance my country has had with Israel. That Obama refuses to publicly acknowledge Israel and her right to exist was foretold in a blog I posted nearly a year ago in which I referred to the man as a Muslim. I will continue to deny that he is a Christian, as he purports, until he starts acting like one.

Christian presidents -- of which Obama is neither -- would not criminalize the proclamation of Scripture, which has come to pass thanks to Obama's celebrated "hate crimes" garbage, selective protection of particular groups of people with the selective prosecution of others. The man who wipes his rear end with the Constitution also appears to do so with the pages of the Bible.

As for Hillary, there is some question as to her legal right to have accepted the appointment to Secretary of State, given that she was in the middle of a term as senator of New York. Does anyone else find it odd that Obama's cabinet is filled with Marxists, tax cheats, liars, shady deal-makers, and scofflaws, himself the principal one?

I applaud Israel's anti-US stance and hope they tell Obama where he can shove his warnings that Netanyahu must cease occupation of the lands they won in the 1967 war.

God will have the final say. If hurricane Katrina was the result of a Bush-approved land grab in which Israel handed over what was rightfully theirs, I expect the super volcano lying dormant under Yellowstone to begin rumbling very soon.

Maybe it's not too late...
 

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Obama v The Second Amendment

It seems this is one news story we can count on visiting and revisiting for the remainder of Obama’s months in office, whether that be a full term, two terms, or a partial term, one truncated by his unlikely disqualification from holding the presidency.

Obama’s latest ploy seems to be centered around an international treaty whereby he would circumvent the Constitution, a document for which he has repeatedly shown contempt and disregard, as well as Congress and the will of the American voting constituency. The treaty seeks to regulate international gun trade, something which was vehemently opposed by the Bush administration. Undoubtedly, such international law would trickle down to American gun shops and sporting goods stores, even reaching into the cookie jar in which I keep my last line of defense against a world which often gives criminals more rights than it does victims.

One way or another, Barack Obama appears bent on undermining US sovereignty and gutting key parts of the Bill of Rights. No friend to legal gun owners, he has stacked his administration with anti-gun zealots. Now, thanks to a vote to adopt a resolution in which the so-called Arms Trade Treaty would become international law, he appears to have the blessing of the UN.

Woven by the Founding Fathers into the document we know as the Constitution is a special set of individual rights, the Bill of Rights. After the much-maligned and misinterpreted first right, the right to speak freely, comes the right to protect oneself by keeping and bearing arms. The drafters of this highly esteemed Document felt so strongly about self preservation that they placed this right second. Commonly referred to as the Second Amendment, this right plainly states that it shall not be infringed. This is something Karl Marx's ardent followers here in the United States have choked on for years, attempting to redefine it in such a way that the intent of the right somehow does not apply to the individual.

I guess it all comes down to what the meaning of the word is, is.

Attorney General Eric Holder, another appointee of Mr. Obama, has come out in favor of banning certain (left-speak for all) automatic weapons, with the side-benefit of assisting Mexico in its fight against violent drug cartels. “Automatic weapons” is a term that has been defined as any pistol which holds a magazine, all the way up to the fully automatic machine gun rifles used by the US military and by many law enforcement agencies. While I share a concern for the plight of Mexican citizens living under the whims of a corrupt government, I cannot be expected to compromise my safety by surrendering my right of self-defense. Any halfwit — the current administration is full of them — must agree that Mexico has other neighbors than the United States, and that drug cartels can use their influence to acquire weapons of any origin — Chinese, Russian, Iranian, Cuban, Columbian — and so I bristle at the notion that this problem has somehow become my responsibility to solve.

Back in 2008, while Mr. Obama was still just a Senator, I read a dire warning in a hunting magazine which claimed that if elected, this man would hike the price of ammo by greatly increasing federal taxes on it. While I cannot speak of direct knowledge of new taxes on ammunition, I can say that the price of most commonly used rounds has doubled, and that the shelves of most stores I have checked have been stripped nearly clean. As any gun enthusiast will attest, ammunition is very hard to get.

Barack, an inch at a time, you appear to be getting your wish.

How well does an orderly, free society function with legally obtained firearms? To see a good example of this, look no further than Ventura County, California. During the 1990s, many states and counties began issuing permits for law-abiding citizens, i.e. non-felons, to carry concealed pistols on their persons. I vividly recall the mainstream media having a field day with this, direly warning of shootouts and bloodbaths. But none came. To the horror of the left-leaning media, violent crimes dropped in counties in which these permits were issued. Simi Valley and Thousand Oaks, a pair of adjoining cities in Ventura County, were ranked the two safest cities in the US with populations of 100,000 or more.

The findings in Ventura County run counter to the battle cry of the left. “Guns kill people,” “Firearms have no place in a civilized society,” and “Keep our children safe.” The drum beat continues in spite of the facts. Millions of legal gun owners have never killed anyone, accidentally or otherwise, thanks to responsible gun handling and education, not more laws in an already overwhelmed, litigious society.

Scanning the ashes of the twentieth century, we see that such notorious proponents of gun control as Stalin, Hitler, Mao, Pol Pot, and others, used their measure for the same purposes any sane American citizen dreads. How many tens of millions of innocent civilians were disarmed, surely under the guise of the same benevolent rationale we hear today, only to fall victim to the government which had vowed to protect them?

Shifting my focus to Obama’s desire to employ the National Guard as workers at internment camps, a shudder of ominous origin courses through me. The same man who understands so little about foreign policy that he bows to foreign dignitaries is now demonstrating a lack of knowledge of American history. Nearly seventy years ago, Japanese Admiral Yamamota spoke these words:

“You cannot invade the mainland United States. There would be a rifle behind every blade of grass.”

Yamamota had not known of ICBMs, and he died two years before the horrors of the atomic age were revealed to humankind. In his day, battles were lengthy and arduous, land was taken inch by inch, drop by bloody drop. Living as we do under the nuclear shadow, we exist from one moment to the next; borders, even whole continents, can be gone in a blinding flash. However, given the nature of the 21st century enemy, e.g. Al-Qaida, and that the battlefield could conceivably be in American streets, I take solace in Yamamota’s words. I derive comfort knowing that I and my neighbors and those who live in the hills around me are armed.

The day UN-backed thugs come to my home with the intent of taking away my gun, I might be forced to let them have it.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Message from a Departed Pet

I put my eighteen-year-old dog to sleep today. You undoubtedly know how that is and what frame of mind the events of this morning have left me in.

Not long after the deed was done, I cleared my head the way I usually do when it gets clogged with life - not with a fifth of whiskey, no, those days are long over. Instead, I walked for two hours along my favorite lonely railroad tracks; the solitude does me wonders. When I returned, I found a note on my office desk. I'll share it with you here:


Thank You

I wanted to let you know how much I appreciate all you did for me during my time with you, and how much I love you all.

The life I left today cannot compare to the wonder and beauty of this amazing place! There are many, many others like me, some I know, but most I do not. Heidi is here, and she looks young and beautiful, even better than I remember her; there are cats I used to know, a pretty brown horse you once had, and one like me who you knew as Samson; they all say hello. Everyone is so young and healthy and happy. The air is clean, the food is great, it’s very peaceful and pretty, and best of all, I don’t hurt anymore. No pain at all! I can walk and run and have more energy than I had for a very long time.

I don’t know why, but I’ve only seen one here who is like you; he is sending this message for me. I don’t see any others, only dogs and cats and other furry ones and those not so furry. The one who sends this letter is one I know you know – I’ve heard you speak of him, and he was the first to greet me.

I don’t know when I’ll see you again – the one like you hasn’t told me that yet – but know that everything here is incredible, there is so much to do, and I have an eternity to do it in. Please don’t ever feel bad for me. I know you did everything you were able to, and that you would have done more for me if you could have. Today was my time to leave that world and come to this one, the time appointed by the one like you.

Though I didn’t talk the way you do, I understood all of your words, even when you didn’t know I was listening. And when you got frustrated with me because I couldn't walk very well and whined a lot, I know you didn't mean it. The ones you call Matty, Sadie, Crosby, Dakota – they understand, too. And they love you without measure or limits or conditions, just as I do.

I must go now. Heidi has some new friends, and they want to explore a fascinating new place they found.

Until we meet again,
Your buddy, Jasmine





Jasmine

June, 1991 - November 12, 2009


Friday, October 30, 2009

Urination: Protected Speech?

The other night, on a nationally televised airing of HBO's, "Curb Your Enthusiasm," actor Larry David urinated on a painting of Jesus Christ. Up until this week, I had believed Hollywood only did this figuratively.

The questions that well up in my mind are not why urinate on anyone's likeness? or how could he do such a thing? Neither answer would surprise me. Rather, I would ask Mr. David -- and do so now, though he'll surely be among the billions of people who do not read this blog -- why he chose to carry out this reprehensible act on a portrait of the icon, indeed the essence, of one of the world's largest religions, if not the largest: Christianity.

I have some suggestions as to why Mr. David chose to mock Jesus.

  1. By doing so, David is merely acting out the whims of his father, Satan;
  2. Urinating on a picture of, say, Barack Obama, would be met with calls of racism and a visit from "Reverends" Jackson and his sidekick, Sharpton;
  3. Urinating on the Koran or the likeness of Mohammed could possibly result in the obliteration of HBO's offices by terror organizations; a bounty being placed on David's head by these same congenial folks; and CAIR beating their drums of intolerance, vehemently demanding anything from penance to David's head on a platter.
In light of these facts, it is quite clear that David chose the benevolent, all forgiving Savior as the object of his public mockery. Aside from a few legal organizations, e.g. The American Center for Law and Justice (ACLJ), and The Heritage Foundation, Christians have only ourselves to call upon. We don't benefit from the tides of political correctness, we don't run to the ACLU or the NAACP, we are not represented by any sympathetic LGBT group, and we look upon hate crimes legislation with disgust as they do not regard us in a positive light. The political party which once stood for us has wandered leftward into the political center and away from its religious conservative roots. Basically we are a loosely bound group of a billion or so people, a hundred million of which reside in the United States.

I let my voice be heard by e-mailing HBO directly, and I would suggest you do the same. Unfortunately I cannot cancel HBO as I do not subscribe to them, nor have I in a dozen years. My TV watching habits are too scant to register on anyone's Richter scale. But I have a voice, an opinion, and a modicum of free speech (until Obama guts the Constitution).

I am awaiting the announcement of a boycott against HBO by various Christian groups such as American Family Association and the like; however, since HBO does not advertise, such action likely would be ineffective against them. Also, since Christians largely are not among the network's demographic profile as we simply tend not to watch HBO, any boycott would likely lack the teeth to have the desired effect.

Chalk the urinating actor up to more of Hollywood's great sewer pipe, and refuse to watch anything featuring Larry David except a sincere, heartfelt apology. Don't hold your breath in expectation.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Only 134 Shopping Days Left!

While stopped at a traffic light earlier today, I scrolled through my mp3 player in search of some fresh music. Something fresh and vibrant, anything but the same tired stuff I've been listening to for the last several months. You know how uninspiring music can be when it's played beyond the point of "ad nauseum."

The last time I updated my mp3 player was sometime last summer (2008), so none of its two gigabytes of tunes are terribly fresh, vibrant, or inspiring. Thumbing the main control button, I scrolled through the genres and landed on an old and familiar one. Old and familiar, yet fresh and vibrant.

Christmas music.

To my recollection, I've never asserted my sanity to anyone, and doing so now would only diminish what little credibility I might have remaining. But in case you didn't read it correctly, I'll repeat it. Christmas music. I pressed the button to make my selection final, and my library of Christmas songs began playing in random order.

I rolled up the driver side window and glanced at the passenger glass to make certain it was up as well. No one listens to this stuff in August -- not even elves or reindeer -- and I couldn't bear to be on the receiving end of scornful glares and pairs of eyes narrowed in doubt, imaginary heads shaking in disgust, fingers wagging dubiously in my direction. No, I'd just as soon keep this dark little secret to myself. The light turned green and off I drove to the stylings of Jim Brickman and "O Holy Night."

With my mood buoyed better than any SSRI anti-depressant pill could manage, I found myself considering the intervening holidays. While most other people are enjoying the remaining weeks of summer with their BBQs and pool parties, I was mentally carving out pumpkins and imagining Thanksgiving football on TV, an icy yet oddly pleasant crispness in the air, clouds of discarded breath suspended before being swallowed back into the atmosphere, strings of lights adorning rain gutters and eaves and hedges.

Inevitably, I began to regard my Christmas shopping list. This year it will be pitifully curtailed to match my pitifully subdued income. Alas, no one remains bleak to "O Holy Night," and I was no exception. I ticked the volume control up a couple of notches, and Jim gave way to David Lanz. I cruised through a green light, sure to put a dose of cheer into any man's heart, and returned to the notion of buying Christmas presents. Perhaps a couple of intact neurons conspired to cause me to question further this holiday spree before it actually broke away from the drawing board and I steered the car into the nearest mall. I couldn't be serious about this! Even I still recognize lunacy when I see it. Moreover, it's sacrilegious to actually buy Christmas presents without all the hoopla normally attendant with the season, and this was one part of the tradition I was not about to forsake.

Besides, I have no wrapping paper or bows.

Still a few miles west of home, a fierce battle was raging inside my skull. While it was undeniably true that it might be considered by some to be mildly eccentric (I'm known for this) doing one's Christmas shopping four months early, there was a prudent side to it (I'm not known for being especially prudent -- calculatedly reckless, maybe). I reasoned that retail prices are lower in August than during December, remaining "normal" through September so they can be raised in October or November to assure maximum seasonal profit, only to be lowered again the day after Christmas. They magnanimously refer to this sudden illusory price drop as an after-Christmas sale.

Nobody said retail sales managers were stupid.

I've just pulled onto my street and have my driveway in sight. Windham Hill serenades me with "Deck the Halls." I've made it home without being lured to the mall. I still have at least six weeks until I suspect the price hikes to sneak through, so I'm not in any hurry. Not yet, anyway.

This may sound a little cockeyed, but let me be the first this Christmas season to wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy 2010!