29 September, 2011

OK... But What If He's Right?

The following article has made the internet circle now for 3 years, and has been falsely attributed to either David Kaiser or Dr. Timothy Wood, and I want to be clear that neither of them wrote this. It was in fact a comment left on someone's blog, and the author is known only as "TPS".  I have no idea who TPS is but I have to say, he or she makes some pretty good points.

I hope you find the time to read this with an open mind. It's interesting. Please read it with the open mind rather than immediately breaking it down into left or right, but rather look at it from the neutral viewpoint of right or wrong. It's like the line below says, "what if he is right?"
Take the three minutes to read this. Maybe he is wrong, but what if he’s right?

I am a student of history. Professionally, I have written 15 books on history that have been published in six languages, and I have studied history all my life. I have come to think there is something monumentally large afoot, and I do not believe it is simply a banking crisis, or a mortgage crisis, or a credit crisis. Yes these exist, but they are merely single facets on a very large gemstone that is only now coming into a sharper focus..
Something of historic proportions is happening. I can sense it because I know how it feels, smells, what it looks like, and how people react to it. Yes, a perfect storm may be brewing, but there is something happening within our country that has been evolving for about ten to fifteen years. The pace has dramatically quickened in the past two.
We demand and then codify into law the requirement that our banks make massive loans to people we know they can never pay back? Why?
We learned just days ago that the Federal Reserve, which has little or no real oversight by anyone, has "loaned" two trillion dollars (that is $2,000,000,000,000) over the past few months, but will not tell us to whom or why or disclose the terms. That is our money. Yours and mine. And that is three times the $700 billion we all argued about so strenuously just this past September. Who has this money? Why do they have it? Why are the terms unavailable to us? Who asked for it? Who authorized it? I thought this was a government of "we the people," who loaned our powers to our elected leaders. Apparently not.
We have spent two or more decades intentionally de-industrializing our economy... Why?
We have intentionally "dumbed down" our schools, ignored our history, and no longer teach our founding documents, why we are exceptional, and why we are worth preserving. Students by and large cannot write, think critically, read, or articulate. Parents are not revolting, teachers are not picketing, school boards continue to back mediocrity. Why?
We have now established the precedent of protesting every close election (violently in California over a proposition that is so controversial that it simply wants marriage to remain defined as between one man and one woman. Did you ever think such a thing possible just a decade ago?) We have corrupted our sacred political process by allowing unelected judges to write laws that radically change our way of life, and then mainstream Marxist groups like ACORN and others to turn our voting system into a banana republic. To what purpose?
Now our mortgage industry is collapsing, housing prices are in free fall, major industries are failing, our banking system is on the verge of collapse, social security is nearly bankrupt, as is Medicare and our entire government. Our education system is worse than a joke (I teach college and I know precisely what I am talking about) - the list is staggering in its length, breadth, and depth.. It is potentially 1929 x ten...And we are at war with an enemy we cannot even name for fear of offending people of the same religion, who, in turn, cannot wait to slit the throats of your children if they have the opportunity to do so.
And finally, we have elected a man that no one really knows anything about, who has never run so much as a Dairy Queen, let alone a town as big as Wasilla , Alaska .. All of his associations and alliances are with real radicals in their chosen fields of employment, and everything we learn about him, drip by drip, is unsettling if not downright scary (Surely you have heard him speak about his idea to create and fund a mandatory civilian defense force stronger than our military for use inside our borders? No? Oh, of course. The media would never play that for you over and over and then demand he answer it. Sarah Palin's pregnant daughter and $150,000 wardrobe are more important.)
Mr. Obama's winning platform can be boiled down to one word: Change. Why?
I have never been so afraid for my country and for my children as I am now.
This man campaigned on bringing people together, something he has never, ever done in his professional life. In my assessment, Obama will divide us along philosophical lines, push us apart, and then try to realign the pieces into a new and different power structure. Change is indeed coming. And when it comes, you will never see the same nation again.
And that is only the beginning..
As a serious student of history, I thought I would never come to experience what the ordinary, moral German must have felt in the mid-1930s In those times, the "savior" was a former smooth-talking rabble-rouser from the streets, about whom the average German knew next to nothing. What they should have known was that he was associated with groups that shouted, shoved, and pushed around people with whom they disagreed; he edged his way onto the political stage through great oratory. Conservative "losers" read it right now.
And there were the promises. Economic times were tough, people were losing jobs, and he was a great speaker. And he smiled and frowned and waved a lot. And people, even newspapers, were afraid to speak out for fear that his "brown shirts" would bully and beat them into submission. Which they did - regularly. And then, he was duly elected to office, while a full-throttled economic crisis bloomed at hand - the Great Depression. Slowly, but surely he seized the controls of government power, person by person, department by department, bureaucracy by bureaucracy. The children of German citizens were at first, encouraged to join a Youth Movement in his name where they were taught exactly what to think. Later, they were required to do so. No Jews of course.
How did he get people on his side? He did it by promising jobs to the jobless, money to the money-less, and rewards for the military-industrial complex. He did it by indoctrinating the children, advocating gun control, health care for all, better wages, better jobs, and promising to re-instill pride once again in the country, across Europe , and across the world. He did it with a compliant media - did you know that? And he did this all in the name of justice and .... . ... change. And the people surely got what they voted for.
If you think I am exaggerating, look it up. It's all there in the history books.
So read your history books. Many people of conscience objected in 1933 and were shouted down, called names, laughed at, and ridiculed. When Winston Churchill pointed out the obvious in the late 1930s while seated in the House of Lordsin England (he was not yet Prime Minister), he was booed into his seat and called a crazy troublemaker. He was right, though. And the world came to regret that he was not listened to.
Do not forget that Germany was the most educated, the most cultured country in Europe . It was full of music, art, museums, hospitals, laboratories, and universities. And yet, in less than six years (a shorter time span than just two terms of the U. S. presidency) it was rounding up its own citizens, killing others, abrogating its laws, turning children against parents, and neighbors against neighbors.. All with the best of intentions, of course.. The road to Hell is paved with them.
As a practical thinker, one not overly prone to emotional decisions, I have a choice: I can either believe what the objective pieces of evidence tell me (even if they make me cringe with disgust); I can believe what history is shouting to me from across the chasm of seven decades; or I can hope I am wrong by closing my eyes, having another latte, and ignoring what is transpiring around me..
I choose to believe the evidence. No doubt some people will scoff at me, others laugh, or think I am foolish, naive, or both. To some degree, perhaps I am. But I have never been afraid to look people in the eye and tell them exactly what I believe-and why I believe it.
I pray I am wrong. I do not think I am. Perhaps the only hope is our vote in the next elections.

 

A Short Lesson on Faith


True faith takes God at His Word when the circumstances and everything around you seems to deny the truth of His promise. Our ability to endure to the end will depend upon our allowing the Holy Spirit to train us in developing this kind of faith.

Heb 11:6  But without faith it is impossible to please him: for he that cometh to God must believe that he is, and that he is a rewarder of them that diligently seek him. 

Let’s look at some passages in Isaiah that I believe will help us strengthen our faith when we are feeling weak. 
(Isa 8:12)  Say ye not, A confederacy, to all them to whom this people shall say, A confederacy; neither fear ye their fear, nor be afraid. 
(Isa 8:13)  Sanctify the LORD of hosts himself; and let him be your fear, and let him beyour dread. 
(Isa 8:14)  And he shall be for a sanctuary; but for a stone of stumbling and for a rock of offence to both the houses of Israel, for a gin and for a snare to the inhabitants of Jerusalem. 
(Isa 8:15)  And many among them shall stumble, and fall, and be broken, and be snared, and be taken.

BELIEVE that the Lord is your refuge, and OVERCOME worldly fear that threatens us in times of major crisis. 

(Isa 40:29)  He giveth power to the faint; and to them that have no might he increaseth strength.
(Isa 40:30)  Even the youths shall faint and be weary, and the young men shall utterly fall:
(Isa 40:31)  But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.

Understand that Spiritual strength comes from waiting on the Lord.
We don’t like waiting.
We often try to Help God Out, and we make things a mess.
 
(Isa 42:23)  Who among you will give ear to this? who will hearken and hear for the time to come?
(Isa 42:24)  Who gave Jacob for a spoil, and Israel to the robbers? did not the LORD, he against whom we have sinned? for they would not walk in his ways, neither were they obedient unto his law.
(Isa 42:25)  Therefore he hath poured upon him the fury of his anger, and the strength of battle: and it hath set him on fire round about, yet he knew not; and it burned him, yet he laid it not to heart.

(Isa 43:1)  But now thus saith the LORD that created thee, O Jacob, and he that formed thee, O Israel, Fear not: for I have redeemed thee, I have called thee by thy name; thou art mine.
(Isa 43:2)  When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee: when thou walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be burned; neither shall the flame kindle upon thee.
(Isa 43:3)  For I am the LORD thy God, the Holy One of Israel, thy Savior: I gave Egypt for thy ransom, Ethiopia and Seba for thee.
(Isa 43:4)  Since thou wast precious in my sight, thou hast been honorable, and I have loved thee: therefore will I give men for thee, and people for thy life.
(Isa 43:5)  Fear not: for I am with thee: I will bring thy seed from the east, and gather thee from the west;
(Isa 43:6)  I will say to the north, Give up; and to the south, Keep not back: bring my sons from far, and my daughters from the ends of the earth;
(Isa 43:7)  Even every one that is called by my name: for I have created him for my glory, I have formed him; yea, I have made him.

We have got to come to the place of absolute TRUST that God knows how to protect His people from the judgment and wrath that he pours out upon others.
 
(Isa 55:10)  For as the rain cometh down, and the snow from heaven, and returneth not thither, but watereth the earth, and maketh it bring forth and bud, that it may give seed to the sower, and bread to the eater:
(Isa 55:11)  So shall my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth: it shall not return unto me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it.

CHOOSE TO BELIEVE that God’s Word is the most powerful force in the universe, and then ACT accordingly!

22 September, 2011

Is Facebook "FREE"?

Unless you are living in the dark, you've seen or at least heard that Facebook has made some major changes to it's format this week, and it would appear that most of the FB users not only do not like the changes... they hate them. (Just as a side note: Facebook has announced that this is only the beginning, that there are more major changes coming over the next few days and weeks.) Most people are protesting with comments, pictures that protest or poke fun of the changes, or in extreme cases, by signing off of Facebook for good. Then there are those who actually LIKE the changes. (I don't get it, but some people actually like pain too.) But they are entitled to their opinion, so we are cool... until they start telling me that I have no right to my opinion. Hello? You can voice your opinion, but I cannot voice mine?  Not where I come from. 

What has truly amazed me is the people that keep making comments how those who don't like it need to just shut up because Facebook is a free service? My question to you is, "What planet are you living on?" No, you do not put in your credit card info and pay for the service, but (news flash) Mark Zuckerburg has become insanely wealthy from Facebook. Care to guess how? By selling your information! Everything you put into Facebook... everything, is sifted and gleaned for information that companies and corporations are willing pay top dollar for. Think those games you are playing are free? Think again comrade. Like leaches, they are sucking the information from your Facebook account and using it for profit. Facebook Free? I hardly think so! You and I and millions of other users are making people boatloads of money. I think that gives me the right to tell them what I like and don't like about Facebook. I promise you that if the people, in mass, signed off Facebook for just 48 hours, they would make drastic changes back and beg the users to come back... wooing them with Facebook credits and free games! Trust me, this is how capitalism works. You vote with your dollars... and folks, our "dollars" in this case is simply in being there using Facebook and allowing their computers to glean our information from our accounts. 

No, Facebook is not free. We have paid dearly for the "privilege" to use it.

21 September, 2011

Snookered... revisited

An online friend of mine from California sent me a message this morning suggesting that I re-post the following piece from almost 2 years ago. Good idea.

Have You Been Snookered?

Haven't been feeling well, so this morning I've just been resting and watching TV. Found one of my favorite old shows on, "The Beverly Hillbillies" on. (After 44 years, this show still holds up.) Anyway, in this episode, Jed is feeling useless and decides to start doing handiman work for people free of charge, just so that he feels like he is useful and doing something. Mr. Drysdale decides that what Jed needs is a hobby, and he sets out trying to find something that Jed will enjoy doing. He shows him a ship in a bottle that it took Mr. Cushman 3 years to build. Jed see's this as wasting a ship and a bottle, not to mention a waste of 3 years. He presents him with the idea of stamp collecting and he thinks it's entirely too expensive to write letters at that price. Then he shows him a coin collection and a dime that the owner paid $12,000 for. Jed says, "Your friend got snookered!" Mr. Drysdale explains that the dime was very old, very rare and worth the price. Jed says, "If you put that dime into one of those candy machines, would it give you $12,000 worth of candy?" Drysdale tells him that it would only give a dimes worth. Jed tells him that he needs to go help his friend because he needs help because he got snookered.
As I'm watching this, the thought hit me how many people have been "snookered" in life. They have things that they value, even treasure and they've placed their trust in these things or activities.

I've often said that I think the idea of paying the prices that people pay for diamonds, pearls, so called "precious stones" and so on is just stupid. It's a rock! It's a piece of sand that got into a clam that was unwanted. The only reason a diamond is worth that much is because someone, somewhere decided they could charge that much for it. Tomorrow we could wake up to find that someone has decided diamonds are worthless and they would be. We could be told that now our money is worthless, and it would be. Don't think so? Hold on awhile and you will find out. I remember just a few years ago when Germany went to the Euro and those who had chosen to hold on to Marks found out that they were no longer of value. Just like that, it was not worth the price of the paper it was printed on.
Right now, people are being advised to buy gold. The price of gold has sky rocketed. But what will that gold buy you if gold is declared illegal to own once again? Having all the gold in the world would mean nothing if you could not trade it. People are putting their trust in gold, silver, diamonds, stock and bonds... and they are being snookered. No, I'm not saying that we should not prepare for the future financially, but I'm thinking of the big picture. What about the real future? What about eternity? The reality is that a man may be a billionaire and own houses and lands, jewels and gold, and still be absolutely without hope. They may be the most famous person in the world; someone whose face is known around the world... but if they are not known by Jesus, then they've been snookered!

Let me finish this with the words to one of my favorite old songs:

I’d rather have Jesus than silver or gold;
I’d rather be His than have riches untold;
I’d rather have Jesus than houses or lands,
I’d rather be led by His nail pierced hand.

Than to be a king of a vast domain
Or be held in sin’s dread sway,
I’d rather have Jesus than anything
This world affords today.

I’d rather have Jesus than men’s applause;
I’d rather be faithful to His dear cause;
I’d rather have Jesus than world-wide fame,
I’d rather be true to His holy name.

He’s fairer than lilies of rarest bloom;
He’s sweeter than honey from out of the comb;
He’s all that my hungering spirit needs,
I’d rather have Jesus and let Him lead.

20 September, 2011

Time to Wake Up America!

OK, this is going to sound weird, but just a few minutes ago I kind of drifted off in that half asleep, half awake place, and I had a dream or vision that that just shook me. I saw a globe, or maybe it was the earth, and I  heard a voice cry out, "My judgment is swift!" As the voice spoke I saw an ax swing  down upon the earth with the head of it striking from Tennessee, through the tip of Kentucky, and Illinois, near, but not on the Mississippi River. It hit with such force that it literally split the United States almost in half, with a tremendous canyon dividing the halves from just south of Davenport, Iowa to middle of Mississippi. The force of the ax hitting shook the entire nation, and shortly afterward, I saw California begin to shake and a huge portion of the State collapsed into the ocean. I saw massive amounts of people, probably millions of people swallowed up by the earth and water. I heard the voice again, "My judgment is swift and is coming soon!" And I awakened.

Maybe it was too many hot wings... but I know this much; this shook me.
This nation had better repent, or else judgment is coming.

Yeah, Preachers Are Just Lazy

It's the same old thing. I cannot tell you the number of times I've been accused of being lazy, that I have a "cushy job", that all ministers are thieves, yada, yada, yada...
Over the years I've been in the ministry, this accusation (attack) has been leveled at me more times than I could begin to count. With the advent of Facebook it has increased greatly. People are always saying, "You are always on Facebook! When do you ever work?"  The only way I could ever prove it would be to betray confidences, (which I WILL NOT do) and show people my private messages, but the fact is, you would not BELIEVE the amount of  ministry takes place  behind the scenes on Facebook!  In that same vein, you would not believe the number of times people become irate at me because they messaged me on Facebook and I did not respond. One condemns because I'm online too much, while others condemn because I was not there enough! How does a guy win?  
I just looked at my private messages on Facebook, and counting ONLY those that would be ministry related issues, I've had more than 70 messages sent to me since Sunday morning.  Things varying from family problems, financial problems, spiritual questions, emotional distress, prayer requests, needing advice,  Biblical questions... and this is just on Facebook private messages in less than 48  hours since church let out this week.  
Lazy?
How about text messages? Another 37 messages since Sunday afternoon. 
Phone calls... you don't even want to go there!  Phone calls because they are upset with me (thus this blog entry!) Phone calls with their idea to help the church grow... (read, things that the pastor needs to do.) Complaints about what someone said, did or did not do. Fussing because the church was not clean enough (Hello? Clean it!!!)  And then there are those who just want to touch base and chat.   
And no one ever considers the administrative aspects of being a pastor. Already yesterday I met with one businessman pertaining to our church needs, looked into several things via internet for materials we needs and have set about trying to come up with a plan to raise the money to do it. I'm working on a deal to save money on having the church plowed this winter, and taking care of reports and insurance requirements.  
I've TRIED to contact people who were missing from church this week. Problem is, when people are gone week after week and you get on the phone with them, they want you to tell them how everyone in the church is doing, what I preached about, how "this" hurts or "that", about the TV show they saw.... and somehow, in between this, I've found time to put in time studying and preparing for my Tuesday night study, my Wednesday night study and begun working on my sermon for Sunday. And it's just now noon on Tuesday.  
Lazy?  Sometimes I wish I could go back to a "regular" job!  
And the part people forget... somehow I am supposed to be a husband and father somewhere in between all this.  
Is it any wonder so many guys are leaving the ministry? I just read last week where  60% of those starting out in the ministry this year will leave the ministry in less than 5 years.  It hardly seems worth it when not only are we literally taking years off our lives to do the work of ministry, but we are attacked on every hand while doing it. 
Yeah... we're all just lazy.

16 September, 2011

Running the Rat Race

Man, the rat race of life has been nuts recently. I know it gets that way for everyone at times, and I'm not whining... well, at least not too much. But right now, I miss my wife!
This week has been one that has pulled at both of us from every direction, and literally, except for sleeping in the same bed and a peck on the check while the other sleeps, we've simply not seen each other, for more than a couple of minutes for the entire week. 

It began with my being very sick on Sunday. After church and lunch, I came home and was feeling so bad I laid down, something I rarely do. next thing I knew, it was 4 hours later. Libby was still doing school work, but went to bed shortly there after. Monday, they held her for meetings and she did not return home until almost 6:30. We had a quick bite to eat, but she was exhausted after putting in more than 12 hours. Tuesday, she was buried in school work to prepare for parent teacher conferences the next day, so I hardly saw her. Wednesday, she left house before six,(which is usual) and after her conferences, it was after 9:00 by the time she returned home.  She came in and was in bed within a few minutes. Thursday, we passed each other on the Interstate as she drove home and I was driving to Peoria for a wedding rehearsal. We will do the same tonight as I go to the wedding. Early tomorrow morning she will leave for a Women's Conference... so in reality, the first time we will actually see and spend any time together will be Sunday morning as we go to the church for practice with the praise team at 8:30.  It has actually been so bad this week that she really had no idea how sick I was this week until someone in the church told her that I had to cancel church Wednesday night.  This is insane!
I told her on the phone yesterday on my way to Peoria that next week, we needed a date night. She agreed. The question is... when?!

(By the way, since you'll probably see this before I see you... I love you hon!)

15 September, 2011

G.P.S. Week 1- Where Are You?

In the first week of the G.P.S. series, we saw how that after Adam and Eve had sinned, when God came walking in the garden, Adam and Eve hid themselves. God called out, "Where are you?"  Not because He did not know where they were (He's God! He knew!) but because He wanted Adam and Eve to know where they where. They needed to recognize where the were and that they had a problem. We learned a basis universal truth; "You cannot solve a problem in your life, until you KNOW that there is a problem in your life.

The way a GPS works is that when you program your destination into the device, it plans a route and from there on, the focus is not on the destination, it is where you are at that precise moment. It tracks and makes sure that you are on the right road, going the right direction. And if you get off that path, the GPS begins to alert you and plot your course to get you back on the path. If you have been in a car with a GPS that is turned on, and you get off the designated road, it begins to speak to you, telling you, that you have made a wrong turn and it speaks directions as to how to get back on the right path.  That is how God works in our lives, speaking to us through the Word (both written and spoken), through the Holy Spirit, and through others, telling us, to get back going the right direction, you need to turn around, revise your course, change directions. 

Now it is totally up to us if we want to heed the instruction and direction of the GPS.  We can go our own way, and it will keep reminding us from time to time, which way to go. But the GPS cannot make you go the right way, any more than God will make you make the right decisions in your life. That is all up to you,  which is why I quoted Dr. Seuss in saying: 
"You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself any direction you choose.
You’re on your own. And you know what you know. 
And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go.
(from "Oh, The Places You'll Go)

God gives us all the direction, instruction and leading we need to not only make it to our "destination" (Heaven) but to enjoy this life and live it to the full along the way. But we must make the choice whether to follow his lead, or to go our own way.  

14 September, 2011

The Beautiful Weirdness of Love

“We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.” ~ Theodor Seuss Geisel
I posted the above quote as my status on Facebook this morning, not knowing where it would take my thought process as the day moved forward. I posted it, simply because I have always had a great fondness of Theodor Geisel... Dr. Seuss to the literary world. I simply thought it was a pretty cool quote, nothing more. But within a few minutes my thoughts carried over to the (almost) 26 years I have been with my wife, Libby. Over the years, when talking about world events, local happenings, situations that have come up with people around us, one or the other of us have said something to the effect of, "what in the world is wrong with people?" I'm sure many others can relate to that statement of question. However, after many, many years of being together, I made a statement to Libby that we've often thrown back at one another ever since. The statement was this: "I've decided that it is not the world that is odd, it is us. We are not normal." It's the truth. We are not.  We choose not to be. The world can go on at it's own pace, throwing all the rules away as they go; but we choose not to. We choose to live in a manner in which we offer respect, dignity, concern for others, compassion, preferring others while still respecting ourselves and our children....  I could go on, but the fact is, in the times we live in, this is not normal. We ARE the weird ones!  That's OK... I found my weird partner, and I'm thankful to have my weird family and the love that we share.  Just recently one of the teens in town told me that at a party, some of the girls were trashing other kids and one of them said of my kids, "they are both still virgins! Can you believe that? How weird is that?"  And they all laughed. The one who told me this, said it with tears in her eyes and said, "I wish I could still boast of being a virgin."  I'm thankful that my kids are "weird."  I pray that they find their weird partners that Dr. Seuss spoke of in my quote above and they spend a lifetime of weirdness together.
The thing that brought all my thoughts together on this was when I read a note from a friend today that the former mayor of the town I lived in as a teenager had passed away. Bill was a really good man, who spent much of his life in selfless service to others.  I had not seen Bill in many, many years. I decided to look up his obituary in my hometown paper. It was a lovely tribute written about him, but one thing jumped out at me. Bill had found his "weird partner" and married her on February 9, 1947. After 64 years of marriage, Lucy, his partner in weirdness died on August 19 of this year. When I read that, the thought hit me that for Bill, life was no longer enjoyable without his life-long partner in weird, so just 22 days later, Bill checked out too. I somehow love that.

09 September, 2011

Remembering 9-11

Sunday will mark the 10th anniversary of the attack on America of 9-11-01. This afternoon I was thinking back to that morning and how life has changed since that day. I recalled this post which I wrote on the 5th anniversary, and wanted to share it again.

11 September, 2006


We Cannot Afford To Forget 9-11


This morning I have purposely not turned the television on because as we mark the 5th anniversary of the attack on America I wanted some time to just reflect and remember without the news telling me how to remember. I actually hate using the term anniversary for a day like today, because that word usually means joy and celebration, and this day is a day that revives much heartbreak and pain. In many ways it is hard to believe 5 years have passed since that fatefull morning. I remember that day so vividly it is as if a video tape is running through my mind. I remember seeing the news just after the first plane hit. I was just getting ready to take my kids to school. I didn't say anything to them about it, as I did not want to upset them. I drove a little faster to the school that day, as I wanted to get back to see the news. As I pulled up in front of my son's school, he asked me, "Dad, what's wrong? You are upset." I just hugged him extra tight and as I told him "It will be alright" and I kissed him goodbye. I rushed back home and just shortly after walking in the door, I saw the plane crash into second tower. I remember standing there for several minutes, then I finally called my brother in-law, who raised me from the time I was 11 and I asked him if he had his TV on. He was still in bed and when he heard me crying he asked what was wrong. I told him that America was under attack and that life was about to change. Like many Americans, I could hardly pull myself from the television that day. I fielded a few phone calls, went to a community prayer meeting in the square in the town were we lived but pretty much stayed home other than that.

When I picked up the kids from school, Daniel, who was 11 at the time had heard that something had happened, and he wanted to know about it. I sat him down and tried to explain what had happened, but he was not grasping it. I finally made the decision to let him see what was happening on television. This moment is what stands out in my mind from that day more than any other. Daniel was sitting in the floor watching the tapes of the plane hitting the tower and then the collapse of the towers, when he stood up and began to just shake and sob. I grabbed him and hugged him and he more or less collapsed into my arms and he said these words; "Dad, I never knew that anyone could be so mean or full of hate." I just sat and held him as he cried for the next half hour or so. I realized in those moments that this was not just something happening to those in New York or DC, this was happening to all of us. My son's world of innocence was lost that day, stolen from him by terrorists. We all lost something that day, and we cannot afford to forget it.

I'm Tired

The following article has surfaced recently and is attributed to Bill Cosby. Cosby did not write or say this. It was in fact written by Robert A. Hall, who is a former Massachusetts State  Senator and author. Hall writes a blog called "The Old Jarhead" and this piece appeared in his blog in February 2009. The "updates" which I have included appeared in a re-print in his blog later that month. You may read Hall's blog here: The Old Jarhead


I’ll be 63 soon. Except for one semester in college when jobs were scarce, and a six-month period when I was between jobs, but job-hunting every day, I’ve worked, hard, since I was 18. Despite some health challenges, I still put in 50-hour weeks, and haven’t called in sick in seven or eight years. I make a good salary, but I didn’t inherit my job or my income, and I worked to get where I am. Given the economy, there’s no retirement in sight, and I’m tired. Very tired.

I’m tired of being told that I have to “spread the wealth around” to people who don’t have my work ethic. I’m tired of being told the government will take the money I earned, by force if necessary, and give it to people too lazy or stupid to earn it.

I’m tired of being told that I have to pay more taxes to “keep people in their homes.” Sure, if they lost their jobs or got sick, I’m willing to help. But if they bought McMansions at three times the price of our paid-off, $250,000 condo, on one-third of my salary, then let the leftwing Congresscritters who passed Fannie and Freddie and the Community Reinvestment Act that created the bubble help them—with their own money.

I’m tired of being told how bad America is by leftwing millionaires like Michael Moore, George Soros and Hollywood entertainers who live in luxury because of the opportunities America offers. In thirty years, if they get their way, the United States will have the religious freedom and women’s rights of Saudi Arabia, the economy of Zimbabwe, the freedom of the press of China, the crime and violence of Mexico, the tolerance for Gay people of Iran, and the freedom of speech of Venezuela. Won’t multiculturalism be beautiful?

I’m tired of being told that Islam is a “Religion of Peace,” when every day I can read dozens of stories of Muslim men killing their sisters, wives and daughters for their family “honor;” of Muslims rioting over some slight offense; of Muslims murdering Christian and Jews because they aren’t “believers;” of Muslims burning schools for girls; of Muslims stoning teenage rape victims to death for “adultery;” of Muslims mutilating the genitals of little girls; all in the name of Allah, because the Qur’an and Shari’a law tells them to.

I believe “a man should be judged by the content of his character, not by the color of his skin.” I’m tired of being told that “race doesn’t matter” in the post-racial world of President Obama, when it’s all that matters in affirmative action jobs, lower college admission and graduation standards for minorities (harming them the most), government contract set-asides, tolerance for the ghetto culture of violence and fatherless children that hurts minorities more than anyone, and in the appointment of US Senators from Illinois. I think it’s very cool that we have a black president and that a black child is doing her homework at the desk where Lincoln wrote the emancipation proclamation. I just wish the black president was Condi Rice, or someone who believes more in freedom and the individual and less in an all-knowing government.

I’m tired of a news media that thinks Bush’s fundraising and inaugural expenses were obscene, but that think Obama’s, at triple the cost, were wonderful. That thinks Bush exercising daily was a waste of presidential time, but Obama exercising is a great example for the public to control weight and stress, that picked over every line of Bush’s military records, but never demanded that Kerry release his, that slammed Palin with two years as governor for being too inexperienced for VP, but touted Obama with three years as senator as potentially the best president ever.

Wonder why people are dropping their subscriptions or switching to Fox News? Get a clue. I didn’t vote for Bush in 2000, but the media and Kerry drove me to his camp in 2004.

I’m tired of being told that out of “tolerance for other cultures” we must let Saudi Arabia use our oil money to fund mosques and madrassa Islamic schools to preach hate in America, while no American group is allowed to fund a church, synagogue or religious school in Saudi Arabia to teach love and tolerance.

I’m tired of being told I must lower my living standard to fight global warming, which no one is allowed to debate. My wife and I live in a two-bedroom apartment and carpool together five miles to our jobs. We also own a three-bedroom condo where our daughter and granddaughter live. Our carbon footprint is about 5% of Al Gore’s, and if you’re greener than Gore, you’re green enough.
I’m tired of being told that drug addicts have a disease, and I must help support and treat them, and pay for the damage they do. Did a giant germ rush out of a dark alley, grab them, and stuff white powder up their noses while they tried to fight it off? I don’t think Gay people choose to be Gay, but I damn sure think druggies chose to take drugs. And I’m tired of harassment from cool people treating me like a freak when I tell them I never tried marijuana. Update: People have written to tell me I'd have more sympathy if this was close to me. It is exactly having seen the destruction of alcoholism and heroin addiction in my own family that makes me pretty intolerant of people who are willing to destroy the people around them to indulge themselves.
I’m tired of illegal aliens being called “undocumented workers,” especially the ones who aren’t working, but are living on welfare or crime. What’s next? Calling drug dealers, “Undocumented Pharmacists”? And, no, I’m not against Hispanics. Most of them are Catholic and it’s been a few hundred years since Catholics wanted to kill me for my religion. I’m willing to fast track for citizenship any Hispanic person who can speak English, doesn’t have a criminal record and who is self-supporting without family on welfare, or who serves honorably for three years in our military. Those are the citizens we need. Update: A few people have taken this to indicate some bias against Catholics, based on events 400 years ago. While I think they are either too touchy or fail to understand, I was only trying to say that I have zero problem with Catholics wanting to come to the US, but that I have great concerns about Muslims, as a good % of them do want to kill me, or force their religion and moral code on me.

I’m tired of latte liberals and journalists, who would never wear the uniform of the Republic themselves, or let their entitlement-handicapped kids near a recruiting station, trashing our military. They and their kids can sit at home, never having to make split-second decisions under life and death circumstances, and bad mouth better people then themselves. Do bad things happen in war? You bet. Do our troops sometimes misbehave? Sure. Does this compare with the atrocities that were the policy of our enemies for the last fifty years—and still are? Not even close. So here’s the deal. I’ll let myself be subjected to all the humiliation and abuse that was heaped on terrorists at Abu Ghraib or Gitmo, and the critics can let themselves be subject to captivity by the Muslims who tortured and beheaded Daniel Pearl in Pakistan, or the Muslims who tortured and murdered Marine Lt. Col. William Higgins in Lebanon, or the Muslims who ran the blood-spattered Al Qaeda torture rooms our troops found in Iraq, or the Muslims who cut off the heads of schoolgirls in Indonesia, because the girls were Christian. Then we’ll compare notes. British and American soldiers are the only troops in history that civilians came to for help and handouts, instead of hiding from in fear. UPDATE: It has rightly been pointed out to me, several times, that I should have included Canadian, Australian and New Zealand troops here. My apologies for slighting these gallant allies of freedom.

I’m tired of people telling me that their party has a corner on virtue and the other party has a corner on corruption. Read the papers—bums are bi-partisan. And I’m tired of people telling me we need bi-partisanship. I live in Illinois, where the “Illinois Combine” of Democrats and Republicans has worked together harmoniously to loot the public for years. And I notice that the tax cheats in Obama’s cabinet are bi-partisan as well.

I’m tired of hearing wealthy athletes, entertainers and politicians of both parties talking about innocent mistakes, stupid mistakes or youthful mistakes, when we all know they think their only mistake was getting caught. I’m tired of people with a sense of entitlement, rich or poor.

Speaking of poor, I’m tired of hearing people with air-conditioned homes, color TVs and two cars called poor. The majority of Americans didn’t have that in 1970, but we didn’t know we were “poor.” The poverty pimps have to keep changing the definition of poor to keep the dollars flowing.

I’m real tired of people who don’t take responsibility for their lives and actions. I’m tired of hearing them blame the government, or discrimination, or big-whatever for their problems.

Yes, I’m damn tired. But I’m also glad to be 63. Because, mostly, I’m not going to get to see the world these people are making. I’m just sorry for my granddaughter.

Robert A. Hall is a Marine Vietnam veteran who served five terms in the Massachusetts state senate. He blogs at www.tartanmarine.blogspot.com Update: Someone attached a picture of Robert D. Hall, an actor, to some versions and forwarded it on, saying that I was on CSI. We are two different people, and I am not an actor--unless you count running for public office.