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“REACHING UP TO SLAP GOD’S FACE”

August 13, 2017

(Pardon the slightly blasphemous metaphor —  truly  random, rambling Sunday talk today):

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Bozeman Trail

The whole quotation (in the title of this post)  is  spoken about a man who held himself apart from the group,  his opinions,  his rights,  a little more worthy than the others, he thought:  “Look at him,”  said Rusty Karnes under his breath, “if he could reach high enough, he’d try to  slap God’s face.” 

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(We saw people like that in Charlottesville yesterday –  people who think they are so right that they can throw rocks,  fire, pepper spray and tear gas,  and foul liquids at those whom  they disagree with and want to silence.)  

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God does NOT change.    The world doesn’t change.   Right-and-Wrong doesn’t change.   Honor doesn’t change.   Men don’t change.    And Danger doesn’t change.

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Exposed on the Bozeman Trail

We’re all mighty vulnerable in this world.    Even when we band together with a few friends and relatives,  we’re always a small band facing the forces of evil and random uncertainties that the world gives us.   It’s a humbling thought.

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We’re alone,  with only one guidebook and only one Church —  a thought for those who don’t intend to “slap God in the face.”

Along the Bozeman Trail you had to deal with snowstorms,  thunderstorms,  lack of shelter or water, Indian attacks, accidents with your horse or wagon wheels,   assorted outlaws and thieves waiting for their chance at you,  and the possibility of losing your way and making the wrong decisions.

I’ve crossed the Bozeman Trail several times – in my car – and I plan to do it again this month.  I’ve dealt with snowstorms,  black ice,   concern about thieves or muggers (as a woman traveling alone),   strong summer winds blowing such hot air that you feel you’re being sucked dry just trying to put gas in your tank;  and I’ve made some bad decisions about which way to go – that turned out all right.    No problem with the Sioux or Pawnee, though.

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Modern times,  about a century later,  there are still perils in our world, and especially now in these times we must think clearly about our “traveling” companions in life.    That is,  who and what values and what attitudes will accompany you?

You must choose your companions wisely.   You want to be sure that the ones who are with you are true and honest and have the ability to protect you.

Bozeman Wagon box

You don’t want your “traveling companions”  to be those who are so sure of themselves that they can’t see any other point of view and cannot allow anyone to think differently;  leastwise you.    You have a right to think things through in your own way.

 

Micah 6:8  —  He has shown you, O mortal, what is good.        And what does the Lord require of you?    To act justly and to love mercy   and to walk humbly  with your God.

One way of looking at it,  there are still only two postures:    (1)    “walk humbly with your God” – or “before your God,” as some versions put it,  knowing that you don’t know everything on this journey through life but you’re on a journey to meet Him and He’s given you a Guide.   Or   (2),  try to reach up to God and tell Him you’ll do it your own way,  the “slap in the face.”

A book and a little story:

Here’s the book I’m reading –   plain, clear  thinking  in it . . .

Bitterrot Book

I might not go all the way to the Bitterroots this month,  way up north in Montana,  but I’ll remember the things I’ve learned from this book.

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Here’s the story I love to tell – and you don’t have to read through it,  I just really like to think about it:

The word “faith” is important to a lot of Christians, and the Bible tells us that the Pillar and the Foundation of our faith is the Church   (not the Bible).      Took me a while,  but I studied that Church and  understood enough to know that that’s where I belonged.

So one day,   a particular holiday that we all must recognize,  I went to church,  went to Mass, along with many hundreds of others in that church building.   Standing room only by the time I got there!   That meant kneeling on the hard stone floor for quite a while.

The crowd had pushed me, elbow to elbow, next to a man whom I recognized as the governor of our state!     There he was, kneeling on the stone floor,  next to me.   Except for a nod of recognition,  I didn’t speak,  and neither did he,  because we were both silently kneeling at that time to  the Lord Jesus,  the Son of God, Who  was present on the  altar, way far away in front of the church.

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That’s it.     That’s the story.    I disagreed with that governor on a few things,  but we seemed to be both on that same  “trail” in life,  humbling ourselves before our actual, present God.

Neither of us, nor anyone in the church that day,  appeared to be telling  God that we’ll do it our own way,  reaching  up to His face and . .  .  you know.

Our souls are safer that way.

 

NIGHTFALL

August 13, 2017

“And the evening and the morning were   (the next)  day . . .”    (Genesis)

Pond at Night

Looking out my back window tonight.      That’s the moon reflecting in my pond and three solar lights in my butterfly garden.

Darkness has descended.  Darkness makes a fitting division from one day to another.  Shut out all the issues of one day;  another (new) day will some.    And I am happy to leave behind today’s events in Virginia and the ensuing attempted attitude-adjustments by the Leftist-controlled media.     I’d like to form my own opinions,  thank you very much.

Maybe I’ll do pictures in this post to make up for no-pictures in the last.

The demonstrations in Charlottesville today and the Global-Socialist counter-demonstration that fought against them presented some big problems,  but the solutions do not lie in proclaiming our opinions one way or the other,  making quick pronouncements about “what is wrong,”   descending into name-calling in order to make a point.

I guess I stand with the president today when he said we need to analyze this,  investigate it, figure out what happened and why.   And all that before we can tell each other how to fix the social and civil problems we have.

Here’s my contribution:

As I taught public school for a few years,  I witnessed the deliberate destruction of American values by the new curriculum and the introduction of Socialism  into the minds of the children.     The children weren’t “victims”;  they were to be the new tools of Social Change.

They didn’t know that American values are opposed to Socialism’s values:

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And they were not taught what could happen under some socialist governments:

Socialism Try Again

 

Yeah,  why not try it here?   How about some practice and a standing ovation?  —

Standing Ovation

Yeah, that’s the president of the un^it^ed  st^ates . . .  disguised as “Julius Caesar”   in a recent play,  much promoted by our hate-filled media.

Celebrities teach our children to have bad attitudes ready to display:

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“Children,”  or superannuated children.

We permit mindless slogans:

We Hate America

 

Slogans against America;  slogans against the president — any president:

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The   young man who drove from Ohio to crash his car into the demonstrators today is said to have anti-Trump sentiments on his Facebook page — although that information has not reappeared anywhere.

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Leftist counter-demonstrators today   “fought flags with fire”:

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Disrespect embedded in —  what?  Am I supposed to say “only a small group of people”?    Okay –  then why no public disapproval  from public voices?    We ought to be publicly and loudly “disrespecting”  these people.

Because small groups of people can spread hatred and violence like a cancer spreads into the body,  into the body-politic.

We’d better watch what we teach our children —

Librarian for childrens hour

—  and we’d really better try to educate ourselves.

That’s a great project, because the rehabilitation of our society is done one person at a time.       Read!      And push back at the attitudes that lead to action that threaten our republic.    That’s like sitting outdoors in a comfortable chair in the sunlight –  and swatting away the wasps that might come your way.

Here are a couple suggestions:

If You Can Keep It  by   Eric Metaxas

Inventing Freedom   by  Daniel  Hannon

George Washington  by  Ron  Chernow

and . . .

happy face        . . . . .    most Westerns!

 

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Most Americans who are 50 years old and under have grown up in an atmosphere saturated with socialist principles alongside  American values.    They are incompatible.  One side will win out over the other.        One side is deliberately trying to win out over the other.

But this could be correctable.

I’m feeling  better already!    I love the night!       A new day comes next!

 

AUGUST ASSERTIONS

August 8, 2017

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I don’t usually let  August 6 and 9 go by without some note of gratitude that I exist.  I’m here.   I’m alive.    And so, therefore,  are my son and daughter and grandson.    (Oh, yes, and  my baby sisters.)

Here’s my Dad:

Dad in Dress Blues

He’s in his Dress Blues,  Marine Corps.     It’s the photo that gets taken to show your Mom or your girlfriend that you’re doing okay in the service.

But when you’re 18 years old in 1945,  the Marine Corps is not a safe place to be, although neither was the whole world.    He and about a million others were en route to the South Pacific for that one great last offensive to put a stop to Japan’s aggression.   (Better read about those horrors, if you don’t know them.   It’s not a matter of “moral equivalence.”)

It was summer,  1945.  My dad said he and his unit were sleeping for weeks on a huge hangar floor, on their duffel bags, waiting for the planes to take them to California,  and then on to ships that would take them to the fighting.   Casualties were expected to be very high.

And then it was August 6th.

And then it was August 9th.

And finally, after experiencing two atom bombs,  Japan surrendered, and my Dad’s unit was not sent  . . .  he reunited with his young wife . . .   and then later I came along.

By every account, from my Dad and his friends, his commanders,  from the military leaders,  from civilian analysts,   those two atom bombs saved the lives of a million or so  young men  from America and from other countries,   because the war ended.

You can hardly call that “an assertion”   because it was the actual well-considered consensus.

Much to my surprise – and disgust –  in these recent years  I’ve heard the assertion:  “Oh, no, a million lives wouldn’t have been saved.”   Simple assertion.

The anti-American rhetoric coming from the socialists has revised the history of World War II;    and since their aim is total pacifism, even in the face of military threats to us,  the ideology which produces that false assertion is:   “the use of atom bombs (knee jerks here) is so reprehensible that no amount of saved lives is worth it.”

“And so besides,   no one knows it would be a million . . . .”

This would be my Dad’s  regular uniform:

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Ready to die.

So for me,  for millions in my generation,   for maybe your mom and dad who exist because the atom bomb was used,  let’s pause to be glad we exist.

Let’s not celebrate these atom bombs, but let’s look clearly and weigh all the alternatives.   Let’s not throw unsupported assertions at each other.    There are many, many books written in the 1940s and 1950s that deliver some very sobering analysis of what was going on in those days.

As always,  if you want to know some history, let the people who lived then tell you what happened.

I happened upon an article that said during the Cold War, when the Soviets were actually threatening us,   the ratio of our nuclear weapons to theirs was 13 to 1.    Overkill,  I think,  but those are the facts.

Today?   The ratio of nuclear and nuclear type weapons is  1  to 4.     The rest of the world has four times as many (nuclear) weapons as we have.

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In today’s news there is one tiny nation that is actively threatening the U.S.  and showing us every few days that they are becoming capable, or are capable now,   of hitting   Alaska or Seattle or San Diego or Hawaii  with a nuclear weapon.

I don’t know . . .    if Hawaii is hit,  is Hawaii worth going to war over?

Now we’re back to World War II.

 

 

HARD WORK – UNCERTAIN RESULTS

July 8, 2017

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Saturday night;  the Week of Fourth of July celebrations and remembrances is ending. My house tonight is quiet and cool,  and I’m finishing a book that takes place during the Revolutionary War.  *

The American Rebels were fighting for  personal Liberty,   and for that they needed to be a free and sovereign nation,  independent of foreign influence.

It was not the Libertie  of the French Revolution that would soon kill their king and set up a powerful State governing force, a revolutionary government more ruthless than any monarch had been.

And it was not the  “Liberty”   motto,   the war cry that inspire some  revolutionary men with dreams  of unrestrained freedom, even yet today.

These first Americans understood Liberty to mean the right to make choices for your own life and to have the freedom to carry out the responsibilities that those choices required.   Nowhere in “Liberty”  was success mentioned;  only the promise that you could work as hard as you wanted to,  to possibly gain a measure of success.  For yourself.   As you defined it.

From Mr. Cornwall’s book:  “Liberty isn’t  heaven, Sam,  it isn’t a blessed reward.  People will still die in sorrow and in poverty when they have liberty.   It’s simply only the freedom to choose your own life, and no one promises you success.”

 

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Someone in the neighborhood is setting off fireworks now,  probably for the last time this summer.

I’m glad for the sounds.   It’s a good ending to this Fourth of July week;  a good reminder that we still have something to hope for and to work for.

 

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.*  (Redcoat  by  Bernard Cornwall.)

ATTORNEYS THEN, ATTORNEYS NOW

June 9, 2017

 

(I’m NOT going to comment on Attorney  J. Comey’s Senate hearing today.   The fact that what you could hear him say is so opposite of what the entertainment-news media is telling you what he said   is up to you to discern.)

Nevertheless.    We do indeed have attorneys.

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I heard an attorney explain something very interesting a few days ago.   He said that several decades when he was in law school,  they worked very hard to learn what the law says and how to analyze and  present  evidence in a courtroom that referred back to actual law.

He said in today’s law schools law school students work very hard to become skilled at presenting evidence in a way that would speak to the juries’ emotions,  to form their attitudes about their witnesses and clients,  and to refer to prevailing cultural trends.

The difference is absolutely critical to the survival of a stable and civilized society.

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Ben Franklin is said to have remarked to a woman who asked what kind of government the Constitutional Congress has created for us,  “A republic,  madame,  if you can keep it.

 

 

D-DAY – COOPER AND OUR YOUNG PEOPLE

June 6, 2017

D-Day:  The Sixth of June.   1944.     Lest we forget.

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Some of you know Cooper is my grandson.   He’s a typical six-year-old;  he plays and swims and skis and kayaks and white-water rafts (down the beautiful and rather tame Truckee River)  and he golfs and he takes dance lessons and he plays violin, he’s just discovered reading —  and he appreciates some good red balloons!

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That’s his home, on Donner Lake,  California.

He can do all those activities  BECAUSE   American   young people did this:

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16, 17, 18 . . . 20 year olds  . . .   24,  30, 32,   38 year olds . . .  and every young man in between arrived on those Normandy beaches for an impossibly difficult mission.

 

Not everyone made it to the beach:

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Up and over, right into German artillery – firing at them.

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So many died.   I don’t think they’d want us to forget their story.

Because our young people in uniform do things like that,  Cooper can remain safe and play and learn . . . .

 

 

We MUST make sure our young people are taught this, once again.  

 

AN “ORDINARY FAMILY” SALUTE ON MEMORIAL DAY

May 29, 2017

Memorial Day is for honoring those who lost their lives as they defended our country.     But in addition,  I’m thinking about all those who served in the military and  risked their lives,   willing to die for us.  

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I thought I had always faithfully acknowledged Memorial Day here at the Spruce Tunnel throughout the years,  but a quick check of the archives shows me that I missed a few.

(In fact,  one end-of-May entry recorded my  incursion into dinosaur territory where, after wandering around, lost for a few hours in the Utah/Colorado desert I finally came out  feeling like an idiot but happy to be alive and uninjured  That was 2013.   I guess I wasn’t thinking of Memorial Day at the time.)

I’ll try to make a thorough list this time.    (We have a small family.)

My Grandpa, one of the crew of the USS Utah, serving in World War One.

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The USS Utah,  dashing through the Atlantic –   (I must have inherited some of his experience;  I love to be on the prow of a big sailboat, plunging through the waves (on the Great Lakes.)

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Grandpa was under threat  by German U-Boats, but he did come home.  The USS Utah sailed to Pearl Harbor where she bravely did duty – as target practice, until in 1941, the Japanese finished her off —

Utah down

My uncle was stationed there in Pearl Harbor in the ’40s, an MP in the Marines.   I wonder if he watched or thought of his own father’s ship being blown up.   Would like to have a photo of him . . . .

My own Dad,   Marine Corps –   18 years old.

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Hubbie’s family contributed their loved ones too.    Two sons from one family.   Finnish family.

First, Aaro Ikkala.    Sailor, serving on board the USS Aulick,  which has the distinction of being the first plane ever attacked by a kamikazi pilot.    Not everyone on board died.   Aaro did.    We have his Purple Heart.

In the days when the Internet was new and its usefulness was exciting,  Hubbie put together a wonderful tribute to the men on the USS Auulick,  even contacting some of those who had served with Uncle Aaro and remembered him.

Hubbie also put together this “genuine” replica of the Aulick which had been attacked in Leyte Gulf, Philippines:

USS Aulick

I wonder what went through Hubbie’s mind as he glued together all the tiny little pieces  . . .   We actually have the official navy report – of the gruesome details.

Hubbie lost another uncle in the next war,  the Korean war; his name was Arthur,  brother of Aaro.

Arthur Ikkala's Newspaper Article

I got quite a weird feeling in me today as I went through these old papers.   “Col. Ikkala”  looks very, very much like Hubbie at that age.

Next, for us, came the Viet Nam war –

My cousin.    Army.      It was a different kind of war:

Drew

This is a later picture, still in uniform.    Still “Proud to be an American . . .  ”

Drew in Uniform

He’s “family.”     I look at him and see my Grandma’s face.

And then Hubbie has two nephews,  West Point grads,  served in Desert Storm and whatever the next military endeavor was.   Flew  Apaches.

Apache

I’ll update with photos when I wake up my old, old computer which has their photos.  One of them patrolled around Babylon –  yes, the desert fortress city of Nebuchadnezzar  and his wannabe descendant Saddam Hussein who was in the process of restoring glorious palaces in Babylon.

We’re an ordinary family, some of whom left factories and mines and farms  (and high school) to defend our country –– to defend their families and our American way of Life. When they were done,  they returned to their factories, mines, and farms . . . .

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Thank you, guys.

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America remembers.    Americans still honor all of you.

HIAWATHA’S PEOPLE – TWO TRUE THINGS

July 21, 2016

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow explains that “Hiawatha”  is a composite man,  made of true descriptions of the Native American Indians.   That is a useful thing to do in the world of literature because more truths can be told than if the author had focused on just one man.

And so I have two true things to tell you about all of Hiawatha’s people spread throughout North America.

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TRUE THINGS # 1

I know dozens of people who have some Indian heritage in their background, but I know four people who are full-blooded Chippewa and Ojibway.   Their people lived in or near Gitche Gumme – the yellow and the beige areas.

All  four are hard-working professional women;  three, perhaps all four,  are university graduates, one of them from Harvard;  all came from large families;   all are Catholic with traditional values;  and all have told me stories of their fathers and grandfathers telling them to NEVER take money from the government;  never take special privileges from the government;  never be treated as though you need extra help just because you are Native American.

They’ve worked hard;  achieved a lot;  and are glad to be American citizens.  They are descendants of the noble Hiawatha.

TRUE THINGS # 2

I will let Hiawatha tell you how these people came to be living good lives.

“Canoe with wings” —

CANOE with wings

Well, in the 1600’s, 1700’s, and 1800’s the Native American Indians didn’t put sails on their canoes.    They never thought about doing it.

But sit around a campfire and listen to a strange tale told by the traveler Iagoo:

From his wanderings far to eastward,
From the regions of the morning,
From the shining land of Wabun,
Homeward now returned Iagoo.
The great traveler, the great boaster,
Full of new and strange adventures,
Marvels many, and many wonders.

And the people of the village
Listened to him as he told them
Of his marvelous adventures. . .
He had seen, he said, a water
Bigger than the Big-Sea-Water,
Broader than the Gitche Gumee,
Bitter so that none could drink it.

The great salt-water oceans?     (Gitche Gumme is, of course,  fresh water.)

At each other looked the warriors,
Looked the women at each other,
Smiled and said,  “It cannot be so!
Kaw!”  they said,  “It cannot be so!”

O’er it, said Iagoo, o’er this water
Came a great canoe with pinions
A canoe with wings came flying,
Bigger than a grove of pine trees!

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Pine trees like masts of great ships.

There were strange-looking people  on board these great ships with wings.  The world was changing for Hiawatha’s people in North America;  as the world perhaps is changing for us.

In it, said he, came a people
In the great canoe with pinions
Came, he said,  a hundred warriors
Painted white were all their faces
And with hair their chins were covered!!

Warriors who “painted” their faces white and grew hair on their chins?!

But imagine, around this campfire,  as the people are laughing with amusement,  Hiawatha stands up and speaks now.

True is all Iagoo tells us;
I have seen it in a Vision.
Seen the great canoe with pinions,
Seen the people with white faces. . .
People of this wooden vessel
From the regions of the morning.

Gitche Manito, the Mighty,
The Great Spirit, the Creator,
Sends them hither on His errand,
Sends them to us with His message.
Wheresoe’er they tread,  beneath them
Springs a flower unknown among us,
Springs the White-Man’s Foot in blossom.

Let us welcome, then, the strangers,
Hail them as our friends and brothers;
And the heart’s right hand of friendship
Give them when they come to see us.

Gitche Manito, the Mighty,
Said this to me in my Vision.

Later,  it all came true:

Caoe with bl robe

Through the shining mist of morning,
O’er the water floating, flying,
Came a birch canoe with paddles,
Rising, sinking on the water
Dripping, flashing in the sunshine;

And within it came a people
From the distant land of Wabun,
From the farthest realms of morning
Came the Black-Robe chief, the Prophet,
He the Priest of Prayer, the Pale-Face,
With his guides and his companions.

Hiawatha was there to welcome them.

Then the noble Hiawatha
With his  hands aloft extended
Held aloft in sign of welcome
Waited, full of exultation,
Till the birch canoe with paddles
Grated on the shining pebbles
Stranded on the sandy margin,
Till the Black Robe chief, the Pale-Face,
With the Cross upon his bosom,
Landed on the sandy margin.

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Then the joyous Hiawatha
Cried aloud and spake in this wise:
“Beautiful is the sun, O Strangers,
When you come so far to see us!
All our town in peace awaits you,
All our doors stand open for you.
You shall enter all our wigwams.
For the heart’s right-hand we give you.

And the Black-Robe chief made answer,
Stammered in his speech a little,
Speaking words yet unfamiliar:
“Peace be with you, Hiawatha,
Peace to you and to your people,
Peace of prayer, and peace of pardon,
Peace of Christ, and joy of Mary.”

You know the Gospel story,  you can learn it, just as the Black-Robe told it to the people:

Then the Black-Robe chief, the Prophet,
Told his message to the people,
Told the purpose of his mission,
Told them of the Virgin Mary,
And her Blessed Son, the Savior . . .

This is the second true thing.   The “Black-Robes”  brought the knowledge of Christ to North America,   men, these black-Robes, whom they had seen in visions,  and who were promised to come to them to tell them more of the Great Spirit.

If you saw the movie The Revenant,  you will see evidences of these Black-Robes;  Father De Smet, for instance, who lived among the plains Indians.   You will see evidence of Catholic teaching in the lovely young wife, whose spirit instructed the man after he was left for dead,  and who led him away from the vengeance he so longed for.  You would see in that movie some ruins of the many chapels that Father De Smet had built.

Before a different kind of missionary came . . .

And Sitting Bull wore a crucifix only as a trinket, from a faded memory of Christianity.

Sitting Bull

Hiawatha saw this sad development too, in a Vision.

 

 

 

 

WHAT DO YOU KNOW & HOW DO YOU KNOW IT?

July 9, 2016

Where is it that we get our information from?

Today's News

Who is it that points the telescope for us,  telling us what to look at,  what we should know?

(. . . . .)

I’m glad I didn’t post here all that I wrote this morning (and yesterday).    I had just spent many hours watching the developing story of the sniper-assassin in Dallas who shot into policemen who were protecting Black Lives Matter people –   five, now, having been killed –  and I was full of too many thoughts.

But just one (thought) answers the question that one official asked the television cameras last night.  He asked,“Why are we becoming such a divided nation?”   

Why indeed.

The shooter gives us the answer:     He spoke words of “cops”  killing Black men;   of “cops” being racist;    of being victimized by Whites and he doesn’t want to “take it anymore;   of it being time to kill whites,  “cops”  specifically.     The words attributed to him towards the end are the very same words and phrases that I’ve been hearing all year on the TV entertainment-news media, and recently,  much more frequently.

The media constantly interviews and reports and showcases those radical Black-racist views that give expression  to violent racism against White people.     Of course their words arouse the audience and makes them emotionally willing to come back to that “news” outlet for more.    

SpiderBots  ( For the spider-bots:   Personally, a disclaimer here,  I reject the use of violence against anyone as a means to solve problems.  I’m merely observing.)

 

“An unexamined life is not worth living.” *

Where do you get your viewpoints from?     Usually we get our viewpoints and attitudes from what we hear,**  from what the people around us  are saying  (choose your friends wisely) ***,  or from the words we hear broadcast out to us on the entertainment-news media  (television, radio,  movies, and music).

What we have heard up to this shooting in Dallas is an incitement to violence.   Although outwardly we reject violence,  inwardly, subconsciously,  it’s difficult to resist the attitude that we hear all around us.

We call this  Incitement.   An incitement to violence.   Even if we hear about it in the context of  “tsk, tsk,    we shouldn’t act like that,”     we still hear it – and what we choose to hear is often what we begin to identify with.

TWO ‘DO-YOU-KNOWs”  —

(1)   Do you know who this is?

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Crazy eyes, nicht war?   Maybe this will help:

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Yes, that’s Charles Manson.  a thrown-away, abused little boy who slept in the gutters at age 9;   and who grew up with hatred, revenge,  and violent ideas in his heart.    He preached something called Helter-Skelter,  made popular by the occult-driven music group called the Beetles.

Helter-Skelter meant a society that is completely broken down and is in the throes of a violent civil war,  races against races,  poor against rich,  region against region, etc.      It wasn’t happening fast enough for Charles Manson, so he and his little band of drugged-up outlaws went on a murderous rampage one day (two days)  in order to jump-start Helter-Skelter.

This is a curious, almost “quaint” bit of history from America’s Hippy Days,   when the  Sixty-Eighters rose to prominence in the entertainment-news media.

But these Sixty-Eighters, with civil war and revolutionary ideas in their thoughts, were not limited to weird Charles Manson cults.    Their grandchildren think it’s funny to wear Charlie Manson hero t-shirts.

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But today the   civil war promoters  more often wear suits,  expensive suits.

(2 )   Do you know who this is?

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We Americans had better know who this is.   He is Saul Alinski, who along with radicals like Professor Cloward and Professor Pivens  taught today’s radicals everything they need to know in order to be triumphant in transforming America, slowly, progressively, into their own image.

Alinski’s book is a blueprint, faithfully and successfully followed by the Progressive-Leftists in our own nation.

These people named above  were the mentors of such men as:

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. . .  this one,  the triumphant one who was given the new name of “Barack Hussein”  in order to appeal to radicalized Black groups, such as Jeremiah Wright,  a “reverend” in Chicago who helped Barry Sotoero to feel comfortable “acting like a Christian” while publicly  denying his Muslim roots.

(Fact check, if you’re unaware:  the only school records we have of this man show him as a Malaysian  citizen and of the Muslim religion.  Whatever.   Whatever:   he didn’t have the same upbringing as American citizens.   Please don’t include the booze-filled, drug-filled, sex-filled high school years in Hawaii.   Must we continue to deny the truth? ) ****

These men were also mentors and teachers who taught such women as this:

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. . . .women, “Progressives,”    too can be used to rule over a transformed America –  after the civil war.   From this woman’s lips, after the Dallas shooting of targeted  white policemen came the sentiment that White people need to learn and to change.  *****

“Them thar’s fightin’ words,” as Americans used to say.

Them thar words indicate that Helter-Skelter has not left the minds of these ageing Sixty-Eighters and their unsuspecting young followers.      (Also called, by Vladmir  Lenin,  “the useful idiots.”)

American citizens don’t want change-by-revolution or by civil war.    We want to live by our Constitution which directs us to laws that apply equally to all citizens, and a society in which difficulties, flaws, and weaknesses in our system are worked out peacefully by Americans without a hidden agenda.

Eventually,  all citizens are equal under the law.       (If you look at recent committee hearings,  FBI proceedings, and such exercises such as those,  you will see how far we’ve strayed from “equal” before the law.)

We must be very discerning about what we are hearing from the various media sources.  Is it true?     Is it reasonable?     Is it of any lasting value?   Is it helpful?       What do we know and how do we come by that  knowledge?

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About the “cops”  killing people issue,  study after study show that twice as many White men are shot to death by policemen as Black men.      For my foreign readers,  yes,  “bad cops” are prosecuted – and jailed.  We don’t need a civil uprising of one segment of society to “transform” our nation into some extreme-leftist attempt at a Utopia.

(Which, to save more ‘stars’ —  Utopia means:  No Place.   Intelligent people know that a Utopia doesn’t exist. )

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. *       Attributed to Socrates, whose thoughts are one point in the development of our Civilization, and who is, thus,  relevant for today’s world.

. **      I say hear but not “see and hear”  because generally what we see is interpreted by us and by others with words.    Hearing is a very deep, intimate way that we learn.

. ***     “Birds of a feather flock together.”     

. ****    See:  “The Emperor’s New Clothes”,    an old children’s story teaching moral courage

*****   If you care enough:     In interviews reported by mainstream media as well as Internet reporting sites,  she is quoted and video’d as saying:

“Look, I don’t believe you change hearts,” Clinton shot back. “I believe you change laws, you change allocation of resources, you change the way systems operate. You’re not going to change every heart. You’re not.”  

To a Progressive/socialist/revolutionary/etc.   individual people are simply cyphers,  economic units to be utilized and managed.   That’s you, my dear readers.    Just an economic unit to be factored into political action.  You don’t have a brain;  you don’t have a heart to care about “things that really matter.”

At least, not enough of you that matters in order to Transform America.

 

“WE DECLARE”

July 4, 2016

“WE DECLARE”    —     You might start a sentence that way if  you want to be emphatic,  definite,   and to say something of importance.

We did.   We did!

Americans did, and we’ve acknowledged that Declaration on July 4th ever since.    It’s a real  holiday!     And we all spend some time figuring out what we’re going to do on this holiday to show our happiness and thanks for our nation.

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A  “few”  years ago I had my first baby on this date!    Happy Birthday,  Daughter!     She has all kinds of plans for today.    She and her little family live near Lake Tahoe,  on the shores of   beautiful Donner Lake, and so her house will be filled with all kinds of friends – all day, she said! –   coming over for birthday treats, BBQ’s,  hot tubs,  swimming,  and then morphing into Fourth of July fireworks . . . .   Whew!

And me?   Well.     Well, well, well.    Here in the Far North I was informed by Daughter in the Far West,  thousands of miles away,  that MY fireworks have been canceled!

Huh?, I said.

Sure enough.   When I checked our local news source on the Internet,   our Fourth of July fireworks have been postponed to . . .   New Year’s Eve!      Too dry here now,  so I guess we’ll have to wait for our snow cover.    Can’t burn snow.

So that leaves me with a quieter Fourth.   I really “took a holiday”  and did whatever I wanted to do.       I planted my roses today.    They are red, white,  and –  uh,  purple.    Purple roses are nice.   Enjoyed a patriotic, spy-versus-spy, American special ops action adventure type of book.        (Cold Shot by Mark Henshaw)      Read as long as I wanted!

I had some time to brush up on what this is all about.      Revolutionary War stories.

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This is where our Founding Fathers did  our “declaring.”    As far as I know,  we are the only nation that started ourselves out with a declaration that we are going to be a nation.  And then there’s that responsibility to stick with the idea,  to uphold the principles and values were used to create this nation.      “A republic,  madam,  if you can keep it,”  said Ben Franklin.

Here are the famous words of John Henry Lee,  the representative from the colony of Virginia:     “Resolved: That these United Colonies are, and of a right ought to be, free and independent states, that they are absolved from all allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and the state of Great Britain is, and ought to be, totally dissolved.”

That did it!      The colonies declared their separation from the British Crown.    Kind of like stepping off a cliff and knowing you’ve got to fight to survive the Fall in order to become a nation.    Someone had to write out this Declaration;  the job fell mainly to Thomas Jefferson,  but all the representatives weren’t satisfied until they made it plain that they need the Almighty’s help to survive this Leap off the cliff and to come up stronger together.

And so this line was added:    “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.”

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As we battled and scraped our way into young nationhood,   everyone knew we needed God’s help.

Our Founding Fathers were somewhat more confident then, after that declaration was completed and began to be signed.   The day was July 2nd.

A joyful  John Adams next declared:   ” The second day of July 1776 will be the most memorable epoch in the history of America. I am apt to believe that it will be celebrated by succeeding generations as the great anniversary festival. It ought to be commemorated as the Day of Deliverance by solemn acts of devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with pomp and parade, with shows, games, sports, guns, bells, bonfires, and illuminations from one end of this continent to the other from this time forward forever more.”

Well, I did my “solemn acts of devotion to God Almighty”  yesterday,  and now I  can’t wait until New Year’s Eve to celebrate.  I’ll watch all the noise and lights and fireworks on television.    It’s dark here now,  but still light out in California.    Good thing it took a few days to finish signing that Declaration of Independence –

—  or else my daughter would have been born late for her own birthday!

Happy Fourth of July, Everyone!

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Deo gratias!

IT IS OF THEE I SING

July 3, 2016

Time to get ready for the Fourth of July Celebration.  Our National holiday.

Our NATION:

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So much beauty to celebrate!   So much bounty to celebrate.     So much hard work and reaping the fruit of our labors to celebrate!  so much freedom!

Until recently, Americans were free to speak out what people have known for much more than a thousand years:  Western Values truly are the best, most productive and freedom producing values worthy of the dignity of each individual human.   Well, somebody said something like that more succinctly than I just did –  but we mean the same thing.

The American “Experiment,”  as it used to be called,  is surely the sum total and crystallization of all those Western values,  and it has produced citizens who are free to determine their own destiny and a nation which has enriched the world with its productivity, and inventiveness.

It’s still all true,  but as I said,  we’re a bit fearful to speak that right out loud right now.   Enemies show us only our faults, and then exaggerate them as though we are characterized by our faults.

I was thinking about that today as I was experiencing a “strange”  alien-type of church today.   My body wouldn’t fall asleep last night, and this morning I was sick and tried to go to my usual place to adore the Living God — but I had to turn back and go home.   Phoooey.     And then I had to go to this substitute place  —  uh …  theologians in the future can work out whether or not I made an okay decision. . . .

But here was their Sunday bulletin cover:

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They had it all!  

These are the concepts that built up a great nation!

This church even sang “My Country, ‘Tis of Thee . . .”     (Sweet Land of Liberty . . .)

Second stanza, towards the end – you know the tune:  (these were not naively dumb people who passed these words down to us;  they  knew reality) –

America, America,

God mend thy every flaw

Confirm they soul

In self-control

And liberty in law.

Whew!  Imagine!     Our grandparents and great-grandparents, and on back,  the ones who brought us into this world,  knew that America did have, does have, and would have flaws.     Flaws which could be mended only with reference to God,  because the flaws are that kind of defect, and if we don’t allow God to mend these flaws,  these flaws will become fatal.   Fatal flaws.    O  God,  mend them.

“Confirm thy soul.”     Those who came before us knew that there is more to America than material matters.   Material simplicity or material prosperity –  either way there is  an American soul above and beyond material matters.

In just three generations we went from getting across our fields with a horse to getting to our moon with a rocketship.    And I suspect the American farmer had the same values as our American inventors and scientists and astronauts.

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May God confirm the goodness of our soul, the song says.      And how?

In the virtue of “self-control.”     Confirm our soul in the light of truth, sobriety, prudence, wisdom, and self-control.

And our “liberty”?   Liberty is a good idea –  an ideal – but an ideal goal only.   Liberty is not a given.  Our Founding Fathers told us we had to be vigilant, lest we lose it because we can lose it.

So,  O God,  confirm our Liberty too.   How?  With our laws.   We are a nation of laws . . .  not the laws of a king or a dictator who tells us he has “a pen and a cell phone”  and can sign into “law”  any un-American edict that he wants to impose on us.

Instead,   we have a Constitution to guide those laws.

A miracle may be the work of the power of God,  but God  nearly always seeks out human beings who are alert and actively  looking for that miracle.   If you take time to refresh your patriotic knowledge this weekend,  you will understand a little more of how much of a miracle America is  (was).

The book called The 5,000 Year Leap  is subtitled:   A  Miracle That Changed The World.

That’s us!   That is (was)  us.     Is, I hope.    It probably takes as much effort to get onto the moon as it does to hold on to the Western values which gave us liberty and prosperity.  The author begins his book with the remark that it’s been said that it’s difficult for an artist to distinguish in his paintings a sunrise from a sunset.

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That’s the book cover.     I don’t know.   Is that sun still rising on us – or setting on us?

 

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At least I know the sun will rise tomorrow morning!

We’ve got time!

 

 

 

 

A MILLION MORE WHAT?

June 19, 2016

Have a “good Sunday”?    A day of rest?   Staying out of the heat?    Well,  here’s one angry RANT,  speaking up because the “heat”  is about to get you.  (The Spruce Tunnel will return to Robin Babies around here in a little while.)

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A while ago I said I wanted to do a “data dump”  or rather a “photo dump”  and clean up all the notes and photos I’d been collecting but was too heartsick to use.

So then I decided I wouldn’t do it,  I wouldn’t   “dump”  all my photos on you.

But now . . . I’m just going to do my part, getting that information out there,  because  if Americans are like the people we see on American TV,  even on the entertainment-news channels,  then WE’RE NOT GOING TO KNOW WHAT HIT US.   I’m pretty angry about that.

I don’t mind being in danger as much as I mind being lied to about the danger we’re in.

Some of the following photos are from this article today,    and maybe from some other sources I’ll indicate.

But first,  a caveat:   I’m not one of those who thinks Teddy Bears and Candles will change anything.

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Je suis Saccharine!     Indeed!    Right on!    “I’m just so sweet and caring.   Luv will change the world!”   (I wondered how long it would take after the Orlando massacre for the cameras to bring out the “spontaneous”  candles and teddy bears vigil.  This isn’t Orlando, but now we’ve got our own photos of sweet tears and caring.)

” A MILLION MORE WHAT?”            I don’t know . . .  I’ll start with some mild headlines.   (Have you been keeping up with these headlines – and hundreds more like it?)

Copies of actual headlines:

Somali Muslim Open Fire, takes Hostages in Texas Walmart
Muslim Man In France Enters Police Officer’s Home, Stabs Him Nine Times And Then Takes His Wife And Child Hostage  (Further headlines revealed that the man stabbed the mother many times in front of the toddler before he was stopped.)

Thousands of Christians in German refugee shelters are being persecuted by Muslims, sometimes even by their security guards.

Obama’s Homeland Security Advisor is Syrian MIGRANT who CHEERS 9/11, it ‘CHANGED THE WORLD FOR THE GOOD’

Texas: Muslim Threatens to KILL Those Who Refuse to Accept Copies of the QURAN

Homeland Security PROHIBITED from Using ‘JIHAD’, ‘SHARIA’ — words that “DISRESPECT” Muslims

Middle East:  Muslims Beat Three Christians Giving Out Bibles With Iron Pipes And Kidnap Them, And Now Nobody Knows Where They Are

Remember How Muslims Stone Jews In Israel? Well Muslims Are Now Stoning Dutch People And Their Businesses In Holland

Syria:  Muslims Take Four Year Old Girl, Behead Her, And Then Force Her Mother To Soak Her Hands In Her Daughter’s Blood

Major Islamic Terrorists Declare To All Americans: We Will Kill You In Your Schools And In Your Hospitals

Muslim Man Approaches And Repeatedly Stabs Random French Teen Girl In Public, Says He Did It Because She Was A ‘Human Sacrifice For Ramadan’

(I don’t have room for hundreds more)

Remember the stoning picture from the last post?  They keep doing it.

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I’ve got tons of crucifixion photos.    At least this guy was killed first:

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Merciful, huh?   The Desert Warrior Crescent Moon God has a reputation for “mercy.”  Looks like they bandaged this guy up.    Afterwards.

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We are being warned.      Imagine seeing this all over your city:

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Now,  we either DENY  Jesus, who is the Son of God,   of One Substance with the Father, or we disobey the warning.    (Or at the very least, let this sign tell you what to think.)

Then we have some recent quotations from around the Western World, collected by a commenter named “politicalbelle”:

The following quotes are not from fringe players. These are the top officials representing the Muslim establishment in America today.
• Muzammil Siddiqi, chairman of both the Fiqh Council of North America, which dispenses Islamic rulings, and the North American Islamic Trust, which owns most of the mosques in the U.S.: “As Muslims, we should participate in the system to safeguard our interests and try to bring gradual change, (but) we must not forget that Allah’s rules have to be established in all lands, and all our efforts should lead to that direction.”

• Omar Ahmad, co-founder of the Council on American-Islamic Relations, the top Muslim lobby group in Washington: “Islam isn’t in America to be equal to any other faith, but to become dominant. The Quran should be the highest authority in America, and Islam the only accepted religion on Earth.”

• CAIR spokesman Ibrahim Hooper: “I wouldn’t want to create the impression that I wouldn’t like the government of the United States to be Islamic sometime in the future.”

• Imam Siraj Wahhaj, director of the Muslim Alliance in North America: “In time, this so-called democracy will crumble, and there will be nothing. And the only thing that will remain will be Islam.”

• Imam Zaid Shakir, co-founder of Zaytuna College in Berkeley, Calif.: “If we put a nationwide infrastructure in place and marshaled our resources, we’d take over this country in a very short time. . . . What a great victory it will be for Islam to have this country in the fold and ranks of the Muslims.”…

 “. . .put a nationwide infrastructure in place . . . we shall take over this country (USA) in a very short time . . .What a great victory for Islam . . . “

These men of Islam are showing guts,  grit,  virility,  courage,  focus,  strength of purpose.   “Islam isn’t in America to be equal to any other faith, but to become dominant.”  Is he lying about their purpose?

They tell us that the American Revolution was won at a time when only 10% of the American  colonists were actively seeking a break with England.

“Not every Muslim feels this way!”      That’s what the immediate push-back is.   But it’s a non sequitur.       There doesn’t have to be 100%   consensus among the Islamic colonists.

 So .  I have so much  more…. but that’s it for reports of contemporary activities.    I shall retreat into Lessons From History, next time something comes up.

The world doesn’t change.   “The more things change, the more things stay the same.”

Deal with it.

 

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Deal with the danger.

He’s praying you will NOT.

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A SMALL ADVENTURE

May 3, 2016

Small.  Inconsequential, really.    But our lives can be a series of small “adventures” if we invest a little time and attention.    Here’s a “small adventure”  from my recent trip to Indiana.

So . . . how interested in baking powder are you?     Ha ha ha ha.     Me neither:  not much.

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My mother-in-law was looking in my kitchen cabinets one day  (looking for something, it was okay),  when she called out in surprise, “Oh, you buy Clabber Girl too!”    Our  mutual choice of the Clabber Girl brand was one of the few things she and I had in common  (other than her son).

She said her own mother always used Clabber Girl.   That would make it about a hundred and twenty year old tradition!

I had a six hour drive home from Indiana and about twelve hours to do it in.   And I discovered that Terre Haute had a Clabber Girl museum.  Indeed, it was the headquarters of Clabber Girl.     It was easy to find . . .

I told myself to be interested.   Kind of like a “forced field trip”  when you were in school and someone told you where to go.   I’m my own schoolteacher.

Found the factory!

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This is the real deal:  a whole big factory for making baking powder.

Parking was a problem though.   They had a parking lot nearby —

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—  but I didn’t know if I qualified as “approved.”      Might not be.    But I had my pedometer attached to my body,  so I didn’t mind racking up a few extra steps.   Eight city blocks worth!

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I walked past several factory buildings along those blocks.

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Anton Hulman, Sr.   Founder.   The Hulman name is prominent around Terre Haute.   Of such details a successful game of Trivial Pursuit is made.    Or maybe Jeopardy. . . .

This is the entrance I wanted:

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That was some bake shop inside!     Soups,  sandwiches,  and the most desirable baked goods!   And then the museum.

It was huge – and delightful – inside.  The exhibits were made with care, using actual  objects and furnishings from olden days.  And someone kept walking around with a tray of warm cookies,  made with  Clabber Girl baking soda,  of course.

Here’s part of an authentic Pig n Whistle:

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Yep –  a tavern.   Looked inviting,  except for a photo of a “floozie” on the wall.  I’m not that kind of girl!     Apparently,  everyone knew what  a Pig n Whistle was:   the “boy”  employee had to go down to the basement periodically to bring up more whiskey in a pigskin container.   And to prove he was not taking a nip or two on the way up,  he had to keep whistling so his employer could hear that he was being honest!

A store –  with  ration coupons available:

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My grandma shopped in a store like this.    Come to think of it,  my great-grandfather owned a store just like this –  although with more meat available.  He was a butcher.

Well . . . here.  Someone sent me an old newspaper clipping —

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Interesting?   Well. . . . .        Well,  if you’re ever going to imagine what it was like to live a hundred years ago,   now’s the time,  while you’re in this museum.

Vehicles were prominent displays –

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Baking powder –  right to your doorstep.

And a genuine Hansom Cab –

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Sorry,  I’m not too mechanically inclined, and I can’t explain to you all the wonderful new technological  advances this cab represents –  gears and cranks and levers and lower center of gravity for increased stability . . .   but I remember that the driver rode on top – and he was the only one who could open that front door to let the passengers out.    It was the height of comfort and luxury.    I just can’t understand why.

But I can understand this one!!  —

 

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Gorgeous!!!   Turns out Anton Hulman, Jr. bought the Indiana Speedway   from Eddie Rickenbacker   –  The World War One flying ace hero!

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You know what the cross decals on his plane are for.     Western Civilization owes him a lot.

I think he’s sitting in the same car that I was standing in front of  —

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He loved flying in planes and flying in  racing cars!

(And how about that NASCAR race this weekend at Talladega!!   One man said they ought to have had an air traffic controller there because there were so many cars flying airborne in a record number of crashes! —   So who would have guessed that I would have become interested in auto racing?!)

Well,  you get the idea of the museum.  It was soon time for me to find the Powder Room.

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An actual “powder room”  !!      Museum exhibit?      Of course I tried the door and went in!

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Gleaming shiny new —  not an antique!  I think I was glad.

It’s almost time to leave the museum,  but first we must pay some respects.

The Hulman family brought the Clabber Girl company through hard economic times that caused many other big businesses to fail.     No government bailouts then.  Through careful management they came through a couple national depressions and two world wars.

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One of the Hulman young ladies was in the army, WWII.  They did their patriotic duty in every way possible —

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Take time to consider this sign.   Everyone participated in the war effort.    It wasn’t fun,  but it was sacrifice for a bigger cause — and Americans thought their country was worth saving,  worth fighting for.

Hats off to you, old man. . .  Mr.  Hulman.

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I left the museum and began the long walk back to my car,  out into the present-day world.

I won’t call it the modern world;    we are post-modern now.  We have left the greatness and bigness of the whole  modern world far behind.     We are not growing,  inventing,  solving problems,  living with confidence,   celebrating our greatness. . .

But once we celebrated —

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A hundred years ago, America was great, growing, strong, optimistic,  individualistic, self-confident — and we came out by the thousands to celebrate the opening . . .  of a baking soda factory!!

 

A VISUAL FOR PRESIDENT’S DAY

February 15, 2016

Well,   close to George Washington’s Birthday…  close to Lincoln’s Birthday…(But if they don’t want us to look too closely at these American heroes,  they combine the two into some sort of amorphous “every-president-is great- day.) 

Please, my “fellow Americans” –  don’t let them take your heroes away . . . .

Going along with my last posting,  here is a telling picture of George Washington — telling us, that is,  much about the man:

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President of the United States of America.

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1 – IOWA CAUCUS

February 1, 2016

The Iowa caucus CAN BE an occasion to lift our thoughts above our usual superficial thinking, and above the thoughts that others give to us.   We can ask:  “What in the world is going on in Iowa?” So, in three parts,  I write for you some political thoughts;  that is,  thoughts that concern the Body Politic.

Initially, my first thought on a portion of  the Iowa caucus was this:

1.  SUPERANNUATED CHILDREN  GET TO VOTE

This is not the general population of Iowa!  But they say that the many supporters of Bernie Sanders there and elsewhere are mainly “young people.”    Though mentally and intellectually underage,  they do get to vote.

He is a self-declared “socialist,”  we have heard     These children who support the romantic notion of socialism have  NEVER been made to study or read or even become remotely acquainted with the effects of any political or social revolution, and so they believe the “socialist” revolution that they can produce by their enthusiasm will bring about a “better world.”

“Enthusiasm!  High hopes for change!  Our leaders will transform us into a better society!”     It sounds appealing.   But there is nowhere in the history of this planet that shows evidence for the success of socialism;  but everywhere it has been attempted, you will find its failure, especially in terms of over-extended and failing economies..

The children-voters don’t know.  They are uneducated.   But they are well-informed and  well-trained in the propaganda that brings about  “hope and change” in the context of Big Brother type governments which promise everything to everyone.

As one commenter says:  “I’m lazy.  I’m going to vote for Bernie Sanders because he’s going  to GIVE me everything I need.”

2.  A SOCIAL/POLITICAL REVOLUTION

This is a revolution in American thinking —   a revolution that has been inserting itself into our nation for the past several decades, and which is well under way to undermining our strength and viability in every sector of our society.

To succeed, it must use a generation of “children”  who have been miseducated,   propagandized, intellectually weakened ,  morally corrupted, and made to do all the things which have made humans feel justifiably guilty  for during the past ten thousand years (since at least the end of the last Ice Age).

They must have been made to love pleasure and to disdain hard work and independence — and they must be made fearful of  life and their own capabilities.  And they must not know the fatal  consequences to a nation that is conquered by socialism — after the “hopes and dreams”  become a disastrous reality.

3.  SOCIALISM AND SLAVERY

A pleasure-seeking, corrupted society is one that is easy to lead . . . .   Every socialist knows this.  Destroy the family,  destroy family values, and you have destroyed your strongest enemy.

“I’m going to vote for Bernie Sanders because he’s going to GIVE me everything I need.”

This is called:    slavery.

These super-annuated useful idiots, as Lenin called them (I wouldn’t call them that),  are indeed helping to bring about a kind of global slavery.

Personally,  I choose to observe the evidence of actual history.  I don’t trust people who smile at me and promise me good things — if only I give them more and more of my money for policies that have never yet worked and give up more and more of my privacy and freedom  for a “bright” future that has never yet begun to come about.

What gives me the right to disparage  our “young people”?   To shorten the length of this posting,   I’ll tell you and  I’ll put forward for you  two dangers,   the internal attack on our nation and the external attack –  both of which we can witness as they happen,  but I’ll do it in the next post.

“IMAGINE” – VIEW FROM A WAGON TRAIN

August 19, 2015

(A word of caution:   Breaking the Sixth Commandment is a sin like any other sin.   It can bring bad consequences but it can be forgiven by the same means that all our sins — my sins — are forgiven    It’s an act of love and of mercy to talk freely about the consequences of any sin.  The sinner remains loved and lovable, with the clean love of God, and with repentance, and forgiveness.)

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I told a pretty story yesterday about two young people falling in love . . .

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And getting married, sweetly,  openly,  honestly.

And then they are open to the possibility of having a baby . . .

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That’s all  God asks of us, if we are married.   Love each other, each other only;  excluding all others.  Be open;  be glad to receive children.     This fidelity will keep on giving rewards throughout their lives, coming up unexpectedly at times, and happily.    Ups and downs, like life itself, but always rewards of fidelity in marriage.

A happy, settled reward-filled life is what the Sixth Commandment protects.

Now let’s dissolve away all that companionship and peace and happiness.

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The Sixth Commandment says:  “Thou shalt not commit adultery. . . ”  (and a whole bunch of other sexual acts against chastity and purity).

“Imagine” a world without “religion,” we are told.      Imagine no Sixth Commandment.    As I was doing my morning news reading,  I was assaulted several times by news of about 37,000,000   men and women who have an extra worry today — and extra burden of wondering “What’s going to happen to me?”

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37,000,000.    Really?   The Cheaters’ website was supposed to be anonymous and secret and, well,  you were supposed to be able to get away with it.    Shrug your shoulders?   Hey —  no Sixth Commandment, right?

I was going to then write about the finality of losing your virginity, men and women alike —  or, as nowadays,  boys and girls alike.    I was going to talk about fear of pregnancy, unwanted pregnancy,  the negative and dangerous results (sooner or later)  of using chemical means to prevent natural body functions,  the horror of abortions,  shame,  uneasiness,  secrecy,  bad reputations . . .

I was going to write about the ever-present sexual talk and innuendos, lust and the boredom it brings, obscenities and the self-degradation it causes . . .

I was going to write about  doctor worries,  dirty ickiness, disease  —

—   walking around with these little guys growing in you —

microbes vd      —  or their many, many different varieties of microbe cousins — all permanent residents in you — all ready to hop over into your next partner,  even if you begin to love her,  or him.

I was going to write about the psychological and emotional cost of breaking the Sixth Commandment.   The financial loss . .  .

But  I was reading this book . . .   about taking a wonderful ride through our country — slowly!

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Seeing America Slowly

That’s a picture I took of the inside cover of the book  Oregon Trail.   a man, about my age,  came across a historical marker pointing out that he was at a point along the original Oregon Trail;  and he got the idea that he would like to build a covered wagon and just follow the Oregon Trail as they did in the 1800s.

Now, I see these markers when I drive across the country, too,   and I’ve driven through beautiful scenery like this:

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I love the scenery, and I love my little blue car and it loves to drive!      I’ve never had an urge to go slowly,  but I’m glad this man did.  Every detail of the planning, the learning,  the route, and the things he saw along the way is very entertaining and highly informative!

But today I came across a chapter in his book which reminded me of the sadness of a culture without the Sixth Commandment.

He wrote of the wonderful friendliness and hospitality of the people in Kansas, along the old Oregon trail route.   They are ranchers, now, farmers, and some live in small towns.   The author noticed that there were lots of little children curious about his wagon and his mules  and there were lots of old people, friendly and helpful.   Grandparents of the little kids.

But there was no one around who would be the age of the children’s parents, or of the grandparents’ children.     Eventually he asked some of the older people.  “Where are all the parents?”    In town after town  no parents.  Just grandchildren and grandparents.

The answer:   “They’re gone.”      Meth.     Broken marriages.    Moved on with other partners.   Out of money . . . .    Broken-up families.     A whole generation gone;  gone with the old story:  Drugs, Sex, and Rock n Roll.

They had absorbed no instructions about becoming an adult and making a family.    No road map —

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No Sixth Commandment in these parents’ world.   I cant imagine their unsettledness now, their unhappiness and regrets in the future.   I guess we make sad songs and difficult movies about this generation.

The horror for our country is that the young grandchildren will not be taught chastity, purity, modesty,  respecting their physical bodies,   keeping themselves for their future spouses.   Being honest and upright before God, so they can be good and free and healthy.

Imagine a world without . . . the Sixth Commandment.      Imagine  having  no “Morals Manual”  from the One who made us.   Imagine having to just live with   un-repairable harm and damage.

Oh — here’s the book.    But . . .

 The Oregon Trail by Rinker Buck.

. . .  will edit this to un-recommend the book.    Too much foul language.    Such a coarse tone diminishes the quality of our society.  As we’ve heard many times,  “words matter.”       But the author had a good idea. . . .

LAW OF THE LAWLESS

August 5, 2015

A grim reality

Virgil,  Homer,  and Alexander Hamilton:   what do these three names have in common?

First Alexander Hamilton is one of the Founding Fathers of this nation.   That is,  his guidance and his writings provided some of the principles which were used to create this nation and keep it true to its intentions.

But he has a warning for us and for all nations whose citizens would prefer to be free citizens:
“The instrument by which [the government] must act are either the AUTHORITY of the laws or FORCE. If the first be  destroyed, the last must be substituted; and where this becomes the ordinary instrument of government there is an end to liberty!” —Alexander Hamilton, Tully, No. 3, 1794*

  1.   Governments  act.
  2.   They act under the Authority of Laws or by  Force
  3.   Authority . . . or –
  4.   Force
  5.    If Authority is destroyed . . .   and it can be —
  6.   Then the laws of Force take over
  7.    Force means such things as intimidation,  bribery,   cronyism   ( “secret deals amongst political pals” ),   trickery,  propaganda,    secrecy,  lawsuits,  imprisonment,   partisan ownership of newspapers (today,  the entertainment-news media) , and so many other devious and illegitimate tricks that uphold a tyranny

8.    When this becomes accepted by the people, there is an end to liberty — and the people are no longer citizens,  they are subjects.

An interesting aspect of a government that rules by Force is that it creates a tangled labyrinth of laws, rules, and regulations,  in the tens of thousands, so that there is always a “law”  to use against a political enemy.   Always a weapon at hand.

Now, what is this “Authority”  that Hamilton spoke of?    It’s simply that even the government — and people who work in the government —  are subject to the same laws as all the citizens.       That is the Rule of Law.

Lawlessness is, say,  suppose an identity thief gets to be president.   (Using someone else’s social security number, for instance.)    He’s above the Law of the Land if no one stops him.

Suppose a Congress passes a ruinous health control law and then exempt themselves from that law.     They are above the Law they have designated for the rest of the Land.

Suppose your local judge’s son has his fifth drunk driving charge and gets into his third car accident — and gets probation for it.   That judge’s family is living “above the law”  — and is contributing to the atmosphere of Lawlessness.

Suppose the “citizens” of that country let things continue on like that.    They are supporting a nation of Lawlessness.

And they are ruled by the laws of Force.  (Alexander Hamilton.)

Oh, yes — Homer and Virgil.   Each wrote literary epics which put forth the founding principles of their long-standing empires,  Greece and then Rome.    For many hundreds of years these epics were the textbooks that instructed the youth who would govern the next generation.  Actions of leaders were judged by these principles, and as long as the nation held them to their founding principles,  there was  a kind of check on Lawlessness.

Western Civilization retained the knowledge of these principles and trained their youth likewise — until the 20th century,  when the Revolution successfully revolted from . . .  civilized means of governing.

The Law of the Lawless ones — is government by Force.

8.  —  Resulting in a loss of Liberty  (freedom for citizens and a collapse of Society into barbarism.

Of course, there is  remedy.   But sometimes the “pendulum” doesn’t get a chance to swing back the other way.

*The quotation from Alexander Hamilton was provided by THE FOUNDATION   from the Patriot Post this week,  a thank you to them  for this reminder.

MAY 8, ONE PERSON’S STORY

May 8, 2015

May 8th,  Victory in Europe Day.   (It’s not ancient history to me – or to many of you!)

As it happens,  I have three postings for today (which I may or may not get to today), but I’ll start with the most fundamental one,   the little story about why I exist, because if it weren’t for May 8th, and the Victory we celebrate today,  it is quite  unlikely my Dad-to-be would have survived the war, and he would not have had this daughter.

Dad PFCDad used to tell me of his Marine Corps training.    It was early Spring, 1945.     Camp LeJeune.     Combat training was a matter of life and death.   At the time it was Western Civilization versus aggressive forms of socialism,  both fascist and marxist.  The young men were being trained to defend their nations,  their religions and  cultures, their freedoms, and their families.

Training itself was a matter of life and death.

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Dad told me of the swamps, the quicksand,  the mud, the mosquitoes,  the barbed wire 8 inches above the ground that the young men had to stay under,  and the live rounds whizzing just over their heads.   Some of his friends didn’t make it, killed by the bullets.   Some just couldn’t make it;  took less honorable ways out.

But the Germans and the Japanese would be a lot harder on them than any Marine D.I..

Sure I was proud of my Dad, just for making it through basic training,  although the whole thing was incomprehensible to me, a little girl.

There was another challenge to their courage coming up.   Dad’s unit got the orders to join the war theater.   They lived out of their … their  duffel bag things waiting for the ship to take them away.   Slept in a big gym, all ready to go at a minute’s notice.

But two things happened.     Germany surrendered, and it was uncertain what and when and where Dad’s unit would be sent out to.     Couple months in that gym — in the North Carolina heat.   One insignificant Marine Unit, a bit overlooked, but commissioned now to become a part of that big all-out, once-and-for-all invasion of Japan.

The second thing that happened is that after a lot of behind the scenes politics, physics, and uncertainty,  by the end of that summer a decision was made to “drop the bomb” on Japan.

Suddenly VJ Day was added to VE Day.

My Dad,  18 1/2 years old,  and the young Marines with him, never got to go to Japan.

And I got to be here, living in a land that held freedom as a sacred trust.    I, for one, honor those in and around their 90s now, on this “minor holiday,”  and I thank them.

PUSH BACK: DON’T LOSE THE “THE”

April 24, 2015

It is axiomatic that Verbal Engineering Precedes Social Engineering.    It’s generally applied to a society that doesn’t know it’s being engineered.

So in this series of Push-Backs  I bring to you a seemingly trivial example:

smokey and girlThat’s an early poster promoting Smokey The Bear.     As in Smokey THE Bear.   I was a child her age, sitting at my desk with about 40 other children in my classroom,  our desks arranged in neat rows,  all attentive to the story of the little bear cub that was found alive after a big forest fire somewhere out west.  He was rescued and named Smokey,  and was used to instill the idea of campfire safety in the woods.

We each received a small,  two-inch long figure of a little bear that looks just like the one in the poster.  It was so realistic!   Its fur was fuzzy, and it stood up easily on our desktops.    When I took it home, I promptly found a pink satin ribbon and wrapped it around its neck.  (I was a little girl, after all.  I don’t know what the boys did with theirs.)    I still have that little bear figure with its pink ribbon somewhere in a box of “old stuff” in my basement!

smokey posterSmokey The Bear was the poster “child”  for safety in the woods.   He was in posters like this,  and in public service announcements on the radio and on television,  and he was even featured in that important children’s “window to the world” called the Mickey Mouse Club.     He became a small entry into our common cultural literacy.

smokey comivSure,  I was a comic book reader back then too.    Smokey The Bear  had his own comic book stories.

Now, fast-forward to the present   —   and after the takeover of the American political system, culture, and religions.   There is an American nation in name only, and we are living – with our eyes closed –  on the memory of what existed before, a memory of “what we ought to be.”   That’s only  possible because that American nation was such a great force that we are still able to benefit from the momentum of what used to exist.

Although we can no longer keep up the pretenses.  More and more things, such as our economy or such as the integrity of our cultural characteristics and moral fiber  are very obviously breaking down to the point of near disintegration.

The current face of our “transformation”

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Push-back is serious business,  but one which those with the memory of America are doing only feebly.

As a university-trained historian (unpaid and amateur, now, to be sure),  I can identify several ways which this foreign element has successfully taken over and transformed us into another kind of nation.    You can research the changes if you want.  You could start with   Congressional testimony on the official Congressional Record of people like Bella Dodd and Manning Johnson   ( a woman and a black man —  if you’d like to be political correct).    Their testimonies detail the infiltration of what was then called the communist party into all aspects of American life, politics,  culture, media, and religion.   They detail their methods and their assignments to Congress.   Their testimony has been verified.      If you’re interested,  it’s out there for you to read.

I only want to emphasize one of those methods in this post:  Verbal  Engineering Precedes Social Engineering.  

Add that method to this process:  Cut off the people of a nation from their past.    Remove evidence of their common heritage.   As a public schoolteacher in the 1970’s  I witnessed this being done, and done to my very own dear classrooms,  usually via “new textbooks.”

It’s often done  by removing knowledge of American heroes — and good pedagogy knows that children need heroes  and not anti-heroes;  children have an innate need at certain stages of their lives for genuine heroes.   The method of the enemies of America removed traditional heroes and replaced them with people of their own kind.

I was there, for instance, at the very first “earth day” which was an attempt to install a new “holiday”   into our culture.    I had to take my children out of class,  organize them on the playground with other classes —  not quite sure what all happened next but it involved balloons and holding hands and singing “I’d like to buy the world a home. . . .”   which soon became in the children’s memories:  ‘I’d like to buy the world a Coke and keep it company. . . .”        What we were teaching them is “thinking good thoughts and feeling nice emotions accomplish good goals.    In other words,  good social attitudes make good citizens.

Be good.   Be cooperative.   And the hard work of managing a country will be done by those in charge.    Just cooperate, willingly,  with good attitudes and good intentions.

(I won’t get into the very criminal and immoral Ira Einhorn who was there at the beginning, and who may or may not have been the “founder”  of this new holiday.   You can look him up;  you’ll find many apologetics  for this man in an attempt to rehabilitate the purposes of earth day.)

That new earth day attempt is just one small example of replacing old holidays and heroes with new holidays, new goals,  new people to look up to.     There was NO push-back, or no effective push-back, and those children – who are now nearing 50 years old –  have lost much of their own cultural heritage.   From what I’ve observed the past seems to be a large “blank” space, but  skillfully  reinterpreted by our new Rulers.

Which brings me back to the methods of keeping this breach between our past and our present:   Verbal engineering:   Today we have an imitation Smokey The Bear for children.   He has a new name “smokey bear.”    The message is similar,   but today he has a slow-speaking, half-asleep, old man’s voice,   and he has lost his “the.”    And our children and grandchildren are cut  off from the true original.

(I understand there is Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck — but just try talking to your kids about Rudolph Red-Nosed Reindeer.     Frosty Snowman.   Jack Giant Killer.  )

Again,  a very trivial example of a very serious process that’s going on:  Cut the people off from their heritage,  make it sound different somehow  — and then you can “transform”  them into a new  political identity.

Anyone ask your permission first?

A VERY UN-IRISH ST. PATRICK’S DAY

March 18, 2015

Scotch Shortbread from my oven:

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I know.   They’re not Irish.

Slow down and have an un-Irish St. Patrick’s Day with me.

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A very strange St. Patrick’s day it was….  I felt quite estranged from all the happy little traditions of the past.   It’s innocent fun “to be Irish” on St. Paddy’s day, of course.  Get a pinch if you don’t wear green.  Hear the Irish music played on the radio.   See an Irish movie or two.  Drink something green.  Eat corned beef and cabbage and make some good Irish soda bread.

None of these things have anything to do with St. Patrick,  but they’re so fun and innocent anyway.  However, I did none of those things this year.

The times have changed.  We’re not a happy society,  at peace with who we are,   and fun is rarely “innocent.”     Never before have I seen such a divorce between a holiday on the calendar and the reason for the holiday.

So I baked what I wanted to bake.

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And, yes, that’s 1:04 on the clock.  After midnight.  My friends know my body lives in the “Hawaii time zone.”    I still have a few hours left.

I’ve been making shortbread all my life, but this was a new recipe.  A new recipe for new times, I guess.  At least I kept thinking about the loss of this fun, family holiday;  it’s gone, and so why not move on…  with someone else’s recipe.

Cold dough from the fridge:

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We don’t really celebrate the nice things of America’s past anymore.   Ireland is no longer Catholic.   The big Boston “St. Patrick’s Day Parade”   has been stolen by those who are opposed to the teachings of St. Patrick’s  church.    Those who drink green beer couldn’t care less about the part of Christendom that the Irish represent.  Not just for this day,  but for always.

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Nothing like “tea and shortbread”  to soothe the nerves.

So,  I’m thinking this new development is kind of sad in a nostalgic way;   but, on the other hand,  the Church still has the real St. Patrick.    He was just a teenager when he was kidnapped,  brought to a  rough pagan country and enslaved there.  Then followed years of 24/7 workdays,  out in the open with herds of sheep,  never enough food,  enough clothes,  enough protection from the weather, enough human companionship.

It “ruined”  his teenage years, we would say today.   But God didn’t abandon him, and more importantly,  Patrick didn’t abandon God.   When he was released and found his way home,  he instantly entered rigorous training so that he could bring – in an official capacity –  the Gospel of Christianity back to the land of his captors.   What an abundant field of souls he saw that were ready to learn about the One True God!

We can stand side by side with the real St.Patrick today,  and have faith in the same Christ,  love for his same Jesus.  We can read his writings,  read his biography,  read about the strong faith of the Irish people which started with him.   We can be happy for the good work he did, and we don’t need green food and green noisemakers.

Yeah, this was an okay St. Patrick’s Day.   There’s still time left to read a prayer that presents St. Patrick’s faith.   It’s  one  I read often,  nearly every day.   No wonder this kind of faith has lasted through the ages!

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If you have time, enjoy the language.  Observe the strength of Christian faith.

St.  Patrick’s Lorica  or:  The Deer’s Cry

I bind unto myself today
The strong Name of the Trinity,
By invocation of the same
The Three in One and One in Three.

I bind this today to me forever
By power of faith, Christ’s incarnation;
His baptism in Jordan river,
His death on Cross for my salvation;
His bursting from the spicèd tomb,
His riding up the heavenly way,
His coming at the day of doom
I bind unto myself today.

I bind unto myself the power
Of the great love of cherubim;
The sweet ‘Well done’ in judgment hour,
The service of the seraphim,
Confessors’ faith, Apostles’ word,
The Patriarchs’ prayers, the prophets’ scrolls,
All good deeds done unto the Lord
And purity of virgin souls.

I bind unto myself today
The virtues of the star lit heaven,
The glorious sun’s life giving ray,
The whiteness of the moon at even,
The flashing of the lightning free,
The whirling wind’s tempestuous shocks,
The stable earth, the deep salt sea
Around the old eternal rocks.

I bind unto myself today
The power of God to hold and lead,
His eye to watch, His might to stay,
His ear to hearken to my need.
The wisdom of my God to teach,
His hand to guide, His shield to ward;
The word of God to give me speech,
His heavenly host to be my guard.

Against the demon snares of sin,
The vice that gives temptation force,
The natural lusts that war within,
The hostile men that mar my course;
Or few or many, far or nigh,
In every place and in all hours,
Against their fierce hostility
I bind to me these holy powers.

Against all Satan’s spells and wiles,
Against false words of heresy,
Against the knowledge that defiles,
Against the heart’s idolatry,
Against the wizard’s evil craft,
Against the death wound and the burning,
The choking wave, the poisoned shaft,
Protect me, Christ, till Thy returning.

Christ be with me, Christ within me,
Christ behind me, Christ before me,
Christ beside me, Christ to win me,
Christ to comfort and restore me.
Christ beneath me, Christ above me,
Christ in quiet, Christ in danger,
Christ in hearts of all that love me,
Christ in mouth of friend and stranger.

I bind unto myself the Name,
The strong Name of the Trinity,
By invocation of the same,
The Three in One and One in Three.
By Whom all nature hath creation,
Eternal Father, Spirit, Word:
Praise to the Lord of my salvation,
Salvation is of Christ the Lord.

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Legend says that this powerful prayer was composed by Saint Patrick in the year 433. He was aware that there was an ambush to try to kill him and his group en route to the King’s court. It was during the march that they chanted the sacred Lorica or Deer’s Cry – later known as St. Patrick’s Breastplate.

As the druids lay in hiding, ready to kill, they saw not Patrick and his men, but a gentle doe followed by twenty fawns.

St. Patrick and his men were saved.

There are different versions of this, of course, and the modern ones seem to lack rhythm and depth, so I give to you the traditional version.   Copy and paste it somewhere for your own use.   Honor St. Patrick, really.