Is the USA on its way out?

Here’s another “faith promoting email” I received. Although I have to admit that I didn’t check absolutely every fact for complete accuracy, it is at least broadly correct. This is the kind of struggle that I go through every day when I watch the news, listen to the radio or read about the nasty world of politics. Sometimes I just think that everyone is going through life with their eyes closed, not paying any attention, in the ultimate state of denial. And this is without even attempting to be partisan or not.

At about the time our original 13 states adopted their new constitution, in the year 1787, Alexander Tyler (a Scottish history professor at the University of Edinburgh) had this to say about “The Fall of The Athenian Republic” some 2,000 years prior.

“A democracy is always temporary in nature; it simply cannot exist as a permanent form of government. A democracy will continue to exist up until the time that voters discover that they can vote themselves generous gifts from the public treasury.

From that moment on, the majority always votes for the candidates who promise the most benefits from the public treasury, with the result that every democracy will finally collapse due to loose fiscal policy, (which is) always followed by a dictatorship.”

“The average age of the worlds greatest civilizations from the beginning of history, has been about 200 years. During those 200 years, these nations always progressed through the following sequence: From Bondage to spiritual faith; From spiritual faith to great courage; From courage to liberty; From liberty to abundance; From abundance to complacency; From complacency to apathy; From apathy to dependence; From dependence back into bondage.”

Professor Joseph Olson of Hamline University School of Law, St. Paul, Minnesota, points out some interesting facts concerning the most recent Presidential election.

Population of counties won by:
Gore: 127 million
Bush: 143 million

Square miles of land won by:
Gore: 580,000
Bush: 22,427,000

States won by:
Gore: 19
Bush: 29

Murder rate per 100,000 residents in counties won by:
Gore: 13.2
Bush: 2.1

Professor Olson adds: “In aggregate, the map of the territory Bush won was mostly the land owned by the tax-paying citizens of this great country. Gore’s territory mostly encompassed those citizens living in government-owned tenements and living off government welfare…”

Olson believes the U.S. is now somewhere between the “complacency and apathy” phase of Professor Tyler’s definition of democracy; with some 40 percent of the nation’s population already having reached the “governmental dependency” phase.

Pass this along to help everyone realize just how much is at stake in this Election Year and that apathy is the greatest danger to our freedom.

The ant and the grasshopper

I really liked this story I got in an email today. It sort of sums up my general philosophical beliefs about how society is running (or should I say RUINING) itself these days…

Original Version:

The ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for the winter. The grasshopper thinks he’s a fool and laughs and dances and plays the summer away. Come winter, the ant is warm and well fed. The grasshopper has no food or shelter, so he dies out in the cold.

Moral of the story: Be responsible for yourself!

Modern Version:

The ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for the winter. The grasshopper thinks he’s a fool and laughs and dances and plays the summer away.

Come winter, the shivering grasshopper calls a press conference and demands to know why the ant should be allowed to be warm and well fed while others are cold and starving.

CBS, NBC, and ABC show up to provide pictures of the shivering grasshopper next to a video of the ant in his comfortable home with a table filled with food. America is stunned by the sharp contrast. How can this be, that in a country of such wealth, this poor grasshopper is allowed to suffer so?

Kermit the Frog appears on Oprah with the grasshopper, and everybody cries when they sing, “It’s Not Easy Being Green”

Jesse Jackson stages a demonstration in front of the ant’s house where the news stations film the group singing, “We shall overcome.” Jesse then has the group kneel down to pray to God for the grasshopper’s sake.

Tom Daschle & John Kerry exclaim in an interview with Peter Jennings that the ant has gotten rich off the back of the grasshopper, and both call for an immediate tax hike on the ant to make him pay his “fair share.”

Finally, the EEOC drafts the “Economic Equity and Anti-Grasshopper Act,” retroactive to the beginning of the summer. The ant is fined for failing to hire a proportionate number of green bugs and, having nothing left to pay his retroactive taxes, his home is confiscated by the government.

Hillary gets her old law firm to represent the grasshopper in a defamation suit against the ant, and the case is tried before a panel of federal judges that Bill appointed from a list of single-parent welfare recipients. The ant loses the case.

The story ends as we see the grasshopper finishing up the last bits of the ant’s food while the government house he is in, which just happens to be the ant’s old house, crumbles around him because he doesn’t maintain it.

The ant has disappeared in the snow.

The grasshopper is found dead in a drug related incident and the house, now abandoned, is taken over by a gang of spiders who terrorize the once peaceful neighborhood.

Moral of the story: Vote

Finally some good news…

Much to my relief (and, in a way, amazement), the California Supreme Court made a correct decision yesterday in ruling the “Gavin Newsom Self-serving Wedding Orgy” illegal and nullified all the so-called marriages. The rule of law is maintained in California, at least for the moment.

I’ve been too silent on my blog for this topic for too long. It’s probably because just reading about what’s going on on a daily basis has caused a perpetual churning in my gut. I really should have been venting my feelings, stating my opinions and observations all along, but oh well.

In this case, though, this is finally some good news worth commenting on. I never thought I’d be so delighted with our state Supreme Court, but I’m practically giddy. They pulled the rug out from under his megalomaniacal majesty’s ludicrous reasoning and dismissed as chaff to the wind all the 4,037 worthless pieces of paper issued from SFO City Hall this spring. The tiniest bit of my faith has been restored in the judicial system of a country that believes in the “Rule of Law”. The only thing that would have been better is a removal of King Newsom to new digs at San Quentin for his effort.

While the left-leaning media boohoos about the poor “bride-bride, groom-groom” combos that are feeling sad and depressed about the outcome, I merely intone “I hate to say it, but I told you so”. I can’t believe that any of them seriously thought that such a blatant display of anarchical lawbreaking would result in them being able to file joint tax returns. What a crock. If you stick your head in the fire, you will certainly get burned; it’s only a matter of time.

My biggest overall objection to same-sex marriage and the way it’s being touted at the moment is the complete and blatant disregard for law and democracy demonstrated by its proponents. Why should a fraction of the 2% who would actually get married feel that they are entitled to a non-existent “civil right” just because they say so? How come anywhere from 60-80% of the population of this allegedly democratic nation is against this, but it’s perfectly OK for four nameless, faceless justices in Massachusetts to force this legal anarchy on our society and not even allow the people to have their say? Missouri has weighed in, and the result is telling.

Enough for now. I’m pleased with this news and intend on articulating myself more often.

An unexpected catalyst

One of my strong beliefs is that our lives are made up of a series of changes brought about by ‘catalysts’—people, events, experiences. An unexpected one has completely hijacked my imagination: the world of Japanese manga and anime.

Okay, so I’ve discovered YET ANOTHER new interest. More money to spend, more space taken up in an already cluttered house, more time and energy devoted to the pursuit of something new.

Who cares! I LOVE MANGA!

I got wind of a “Shounen-ai” series called “Gravitation” when I was in Washington, so I bought a couple volumes with a Borders gift card. I couldn’t put them down! I had to make two more trips during the week until I’d bought all the currently-released 5 volumes—plus the 7 volumes of another series “Fake”, and the two released volumes of “Eerie Queerie” for good measure. I can’t believe that I got so hooked so fast!

Like most Americans, the whole genre—big-eyed kids, transforming robots, characters who routinely changed shape, form, and sanity from one frame to the next—just seemed too bizarre. I remember “Speed Racer” and “Kimba the White Lion” when I was a kid, but somewhere I’d lost the enthusiasm. It just appeared too goofy for the “adult” me.

WOW, was I wrong! The stories are sometimes really cool and once you understand a little bit about how the artwork “works” (), then it makes a while lot of sense. Even barring any deeper meanings, it’s a lot of fun! Believe it or not, the “Eerie Queerie” manga is my absolute FAVORITE so far, despite the really lame title. The story is so wonderful and surprisingly deep—I was actually moved to tears on three separate occasions as the story unfolded, and that was just in the first volume. (If you’re remotely interested in manga and want to take my advice, RUN out and buy EQ…)

Then came my first Anime purchase: the volume 1 DVD of the “Gravitation” TV series. OMG!!!! I’m so totally in love with the characters, the music, the story—everything! I can’t believe I’ve got to wait until AUGUST for the next DVD. It also came along at a pretty good time for other reasons—I’ve sorta been “turning Japanese” for the last few months as it is. But now this has clinched it: I’m going to study Japanese this fall in school both for personal and career development reasons. I’m already eating vast quantities of Japanese food, and have even resorted to preparing Japanese-style meals at home. YIKES!

But back to the “catalyst” thread. This is just another case in my life where something unexpected has produced a sea-change in the way I look at and interact with the world. In my advancing age, it gets harder and harder to take advantage of those moments and they don’t seem to come around as often, since I’ve been jaded by my 41 years on the planet to one degree or another. It also gets harder, because I now look back—sometimes with a degree of emotional pain—and say things like “Damn—why couldn’t I have figured this out x years ago?”

But still, it’s such great fun when things like this happen. I just thank my parents most of all, and my teachers through the years for somehow instilling in me the driving need to learn and experience new things. I try to maintain a sense of wonder and excitement with everything and it’s always so much fun when it pays off. Thank you Mom & Dad!

Farewell, Mr. President

I had the rare opportunity today to say farewell to the greatest President of my lifetime so far. Being from California and having the Reagan Library practically down the street meant I had the chance to pay my respects in a very small, yet personally moving way.

My company actually let us leave early to view the motorcade pass by—especially since many of the roads in the immediate area were to be closed for the event. The Reagan Library is nearby in Simi Valley, and Thousand Oaks (where I work) is right on the way. I’m glad that my employers realized the solemnity of the occasion, though some of that may have been just to avoid traffic headaches.

I drove up to a friend’s house which is very near Lynn Road, where the procession passed. I couldn’t believe how many people were there lining the roadway; they had actually begun to stake out their spots in the morning. Many people were there with their kids of all ages, people in uniform, probably every California Highway Patrol officer within 100 miles—an amazing cross-section of people. As it was described on the news by several commentators, it seemed more like people lining up for a 4th of July parade than anything. So many American flags…

Every time a CHP car or motorcycle passed by, or a helicopter flew overhead, all eyes turned south, preparing for a glimpse of the event. Eventually, a platoon of dozens of CHP motorcycles raced by in their leapfrog maneuvers to block the intersections for the motorcade. A couple of CHP cars, a white-ish Chevy Avalanche filled with TV cameramen and then the hearse bearing the President’s body. Some people cheered and clapped as it passed by, but overall it seemed to die down rather quickly as a peculiar silence hushed the crowd. The family and various dignitaries passed in limos and regular cars, then it was all over.

I had thought about how I would feel and why I was even there in the first place. I don’t normally do much relating to the dead, and certainly not people I don’t know personally, But this was different—this was the greatest man who has held the office of President since I’ve been on this earth. When the hearse approached, I couldn’t bring myself to do anything more than come to attention and salute the man, hand over my heart. I silently pondered what he did for our country and the tears flowed, unbidden. I remembered back to election eve 1980, when I was working at my local Republican HQ—manning the phones as a 17-year-old volunteer who couldn’t even vote yet. I was the very tiniest part of what became a golden time for the USA and the world. Since that time I’ve never felt compelled to work for any political party or event—there’s just nothing inspiring in it for me after that experience. I scan the current political scene and the horizon for something or someone who can even begin to approach the same stature—I can’t see anything…

No doubt many of my fellow citizens lining the road had their beefs with Reagan—the man, his policies, whatever. But at least they demonstrated that we Americans can grant respect where it’s due. Of course, I then had to go home later on and watch the internment ceremony on TV and see many of the “great” people of politics and entertainment paying their last, final respects. I’ll never forget seeing Baroness Margaret Thatcher—Reagan’s staunchest ally and friend— stand at the foot of his casket and bow her head before moving on. Indeed—Ronald Wilson Reagan was one of the greats.

The beginning of the end of civilization as we now know it

Today, the Massachusetts Supreme Court upheld its November ruling that barring gay couples from civil marriage was unconstitutional. Unlike most of the gay community, I’m truly sick at heart over the power that four judges have to rewrite 3,000 years of precedence and take upon themselves the right to redefine society as it has existed throughout the world since the beginning of time.

I’ll probably come back and write more after I formulate my thoughts a bit more. Right now, I couldn’t feel more anger, disgust, sadness and fear over this ruling and what it means. What it REALLY means.

While anyone who knows me would be first to admit that I would be the perfect candidate for marriage, I don’t know if I could ever bring myself to do it.

You see it’s WRONG. That’s W-R-O-N-G, wrong. I fear for the country and the world we live in. I’m appalled that the community is hell-bent on redefining society just to get some tax breaks. I’m equally appalled that the rest of society seems to be going along with it—why have laws or concepts or truths at all if we’re just going to allow them to be redefined out of existence so that nothing matters anymore.

I’m rambling—I really do have coherent reasoning behind my beliefs, but I’m too upset to articulate them right now.

The candidate’s new clothes

I should have been chronicling the downward slide of Howard Dean—gloating all the while. Dean as the front runner? Oh please—somebody forgot to tell him that just because he gets a bunch of mushy-headed, twenty-something, guilt-ridden liberal urbanites to donate money on the web doesn’t mean he can get elected.

I don’t know if I have much more to say than the abstract. Howard Dean is melting down. He had his legs cut out from under him first in Iowa then in New Hampshire and took a pummeling last night in the first 7 state primaries—he hasn’t won a single state yet. I’m pleased as punch that the American electorate is handing him his hat. How can he seriously expect to be president with such a dismal showing, not to mention his childish Iowa fist-waving, screeching and much-lampooned concession speech?

Yes, the voters FINALLY showed Mr. Dean that his fancy suit of front-runner clothes was made from invisible cloth. Hopefully even more dems are running for the hills, afraid to admit that they were ever enthused about his candidacy.