I haven’t been this light since 1996.
Only 24 pounds to go to reach my “fighting” weight – actually, just the weight I was in the Corps, when I was in shape.
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It rained today in the Valley of the Sun. There was even some hail mixed in, and if I had still lived back east I would have been heading for the storm shelter. Since everything in this subdivision is built on slabs, there was only one thing to do: enjoy the beautiful fury of a desert thunderstorm.
Then, I had to drive places.
Note to anyone wishing to drive here in the rain: The roads are SLICK due to a build up of oil and dust, since it doesn’t rain often enough to keep them clean. You will need to allow MORE distance between vehicles (that’s especially for you, Mr. “I have a four wheel drive jacked up to the sky and I can tailgate you with my foglights on”). You will also need to reduce your speed a bit. Yes, I know these two items are the EXACT OPPOSITE OF WHAT YOU WERE OBVIOUSLY TAUGHT but, like any behavior, the new rules can be learned.
Speaking of foglights – why do you have them on? There hasn’t been fog in the Phoenix Metro area since – well, since never, I suppose, because there is not enough moisture in the air (even when it’s raining!) and enough of a temperature differential between the air and the ground to suspend droplets. There really needs to be a law.
I drove across the valley twice, and up and down once, and saw more than twenty certifiable instance of obliviots behind the wheel. My personal favorite was the teenybopper girl behind the wheel of an Altima on my way home this evening from church. She was on the phone, her head barely cleared the steering wheel, the rain was coming down pretty hard, and she decided that she needed to turn into the gas station. Not bad, except she was in the middle lane, I was in the left lane, and the gas station was to the left. No turn signal, no mirror check, no shoulder glance – nothing. Thank God for protecting me, and giving me the reflexes and awareness of my surroundings. I hit the brakes, was able to swerve right, and she missed my right front fender by about two inches. She didn’t miss my horn, though. I’m pretty sure she heard that – she looked at me, all disgusted, like I was in her way. Well, obviously!
Two guesses on the nationality of the driver, and one guess as to the nation the car was registered in. (Hint: not the US of A. Think further south.)
No wonder Phoenix has some of the highest insurance rates in the nation.
Good news – I’ve been assigned a route, and I start with Monday’s deliveries. I’m really looking forward to being a productive member of society. Again. I don’t see how these leeches can stand not doing anything all day. I was busy with my job search, and I still felt like I wasn’t accomplishing anything. (Full disclosure: I did not collect any benefits while out of work. We were able to provide, with God’s Grace, and not siphon off funds needed for other purposes.)
At any rate, it looks like I’ll be shifting my time frame this weekend. This should be fun.
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I have shamelessly linked, lifted, and quoted this piece from Mr. Benning, although I am about a week late in doing so (due to the job search process):
“The majority of people are timid by nature, and that is why they
constantly exaggerate danger. All influences on the military leader,
therefore, combine to give him a false impression of his opponent’s
strength, and from this arises a new source of indecision.”
~ Karl von Clausewitz
“Igitur qui desiderat pacem, praeparet bellum.” (Latin)
(Therefore, whoever wishes for peace, let him prepare for war.)
~ Vegetius in “De Re Militari”
There is nothing pretty about War. War is an unalterably ugly thing. It is to be avoided whenever possible. But it cannot be avoided at all cost. Some costs are far too dear to bear. Because nobody comes in second in a War. There is a winner and a loser. And the losers in War are not envied their position.
Ask the French who lost to Nazi Germany how life was under the Germans. Ask the Germans who lost to the Soviets. Ask the Greeks who were defeated by the Turks. Ask the Native Americans who lost to the United States. Ask the Carthaginians who lost to the Romans. No, wait! You can’t ask the Carthaginians. The were annihilated by the Romans and sold into slavery, their cities razed, the ground sown with salt.
“It is clear that war is not a mere act of policy but a true
political instrument, a continuation of political activity by
other means”
~ Karl von Clausewitz
Any nation which embarks on the path to War must be prepared to win it – no matter the cost – if that nation is to survive. Britain dithered, and sought Peace by any means, to avoid going to War with Nazi Germany. Their blindness to reality in Continental Europe, their reluctance to arm in preparation for what was coming, cost them dearly, in money, lives, and Empire. They sent out their diplomats to talk Peace with a tyrant. They talked and talked until they had an agreement – a piece of paper – to show the people.
And then the Nazis struck. And Havoc enveloped the entire world.
During the Cold War, Americans were told that the Communists were just like us. They loved their children, dreamed of better lives, wanted only to live in Peace. And all the while the Soviets gobbled up defenseless nations, enslaved their people, and plotted the destruction of the Western world. And still the Pacifists in the West prattled on about how peaceful were the intentions of the Communists.
Wars were fought between the Communists and the Western Powers by proxy. Many people died. Much blood was spilled. And still the Pacifists blithered on that the West needed to understand the Soviet’s view of things. And while they told us that, the Communists undermined free nations, murdered dissenters, enslaved the imprisoned populace of Eastern Europe and of Asia. And the Pacifists told us we must fear War, avoid it at all costs, and give in to the very enemies of the Freedoms they took for granted.
And the Pacifists insisted that we could not win the Cold War. So why bother fighting it? Let’s try detente! Let’s try Treaties! Anything but fight the Communists.
“No man is worth his salt who is not ready at all times to risk
his body, to risk his well being, to risk his life, in a great cause.”
~ Theodore Roosevelt
Then, as the 20Th Century aged, bloody and wretched, Leaders came to power in the West, Leaders who did not accept the dicta of the Pacifists, the Socialists, the fearful. Britain elected a Conservative woman to lead them, to the horror of the Leftists. And she began the unenviable task of dismantling the Socialist stranglehold on the British economy. She refused to allow the naked aggression of a Military Thug to stand in the Falklands. She took the tiny island to War. And the Left howled its rage at her for daring to show courage in the face of unrelenting attacks on her. But she was steadfast. And Britain won the War.
The United States elected as President a man who had evolved from a Liberal to a Conservative, a man who made a living as an actor. The Left howled with rage. For this man had already stood up to the Leftist thugs in California as its elected Governor. He knew that you did not, dared not, compromise with those who would bow to those who fear a Free people.
He was told we could not win the Cold War. He asked, “Why not?” His advisers asked him, “What’s your plan?” He replied, “We win. They lose.” And it was almost as simple as that.
He refused to bow to the supposed greatness and inevitability of the Soviet Union, refused to appease them, despite the immense pressure of the Press to do so. He re-armed the United States against the screaming complaints of the Left. And he told the Soviets he would. The Soviets came to him, seeking a compromise. Against all advice he refused.
The Soviet Union fell. Shortly thereafter the Iron Curtain was pulled down. Not from without, not from invasion, but from within. The people of Eastern Europe, their bonds loosened with the internal upheaval of the Communist regime in Moscow, freed themselves. The Cold War was won. Not by the forces of Tyranny but by the forces of Freedom acting with resolve. A resolve not shown by the West since the end of the Second World War.
“The things that will destroy America are prosperity at any price,
peace at any price, safety first instead of duty first, the love
of soft living and the get rich quick theory of life.”
~ Theodore Roosevelt
But the Left never dies, never admits defeat, never stops trying to enslave humanity. So the United States began to disarm. Seeking the money from the “Peace Dividend” so hard-won by others, the West began to nap, ignoring the growing and seething tyrannies, and religious Death Cults, around the world. When they attacked the outskirts of the Western world the West recoiled, and slumbered on. They spoke of righteous anger, and retribution to come, but did nothing. And the Death Cults grew bolder.
All the while the Leftists demanded more disarmament, more taxes to fund their schemes, more hatred to heap on those who worried about the growing Evil without our own borders. For to the Leftists, their time in Power meant the “Never-Ending Party”. Any who dared to disagree were to be shouted down, castigated, ruined, if possible.
“The fool who has not sense to discriminate between what is good
and what is bad is well nigh as dangerous as the man who does
discriminate and yet chooses the bad.”
~ Theodore Roosevelt
The people of the United States grew weary of the teenagers running the nation and elected the son of a President to the White House. The Left and the Press hated him. They made sure, as they always do, that the world knew what a buffoon he was, how stupid he was, how poorly he spoke. And when the Death Cults struck at the very heart of this nation, that man stood tall, and refused to bow to the appeasers.
He was advised to not be hasty, to understand the grievances of those who murder the defenseless and the innocent. And he bided his time. He let the diplomats ply their trade while the Death Cultists plotted more destruction, more bloodshed, more murder. He talked to supposed allies and sought help and agreement from them. They refused him almost to a man. And while he waited the Death Cultists allied themselves with bloody Tyrants in Iraq and Iran.
And finally there was simply no more time to wait. Acting on information gathered under his predecessor, the President took the nation to War. First with Afghanistan’s terrorist regime, then with Iraq’s bloody Tyrant. And the Leftists howled with rage. They warned that no Western Power had ever won in Afghanistan, they called the War there a quagmire within hours of its beginning. They went to the allies of the Iraqi Tyrant and told them that the US would invade Iraq. And they heaped such vitriol on the President that it beggars the imagination.
“Find the enemy and shoot him down. Anything else is nonsense”
~ Captain Manfred von Richthofen (“The Red Baron”), 1917
In their zeal to shackle the President, the Left enshrined an ideal for fighting War that was impossible and suicidal to attempt. Rules of Engagement were so onerous that the Soldiers fighting for their country were at risk of arrest and prosecution for criminal acts. The Left did anything it could to defeat the President, and by extension, the United States. From the incessant vilification of the President, and any who support him, to exposure of National Secrets to handcuff the nation, to prosecution of officials for crimes that never happened, the Left plied its trade. And the American people were caught in the middle, not knowing what was the truth and what was the lie. But many simply wanted the United States to win, and so continued to support the President, the Servicemen and women fighting the Death Cultists, and refused to be shouted down by the Left and its minions.
“War is fear cloaked in courage.”
~ William Westmoreland
Now, while the nation is truly at War in Iraq, and may be in Iran in the near future, the nibbling of the Leftist Hamsters of Hatred continues. Nothing matters to them but gaining and holding Power, while destroying the hated President. They will destroy the nation’s economy to continue pushing a Socialism that has never worked anywhere in the world. They will buy votes with taxes, tax those they hate into oblivion, if they can, and try, as they have seemingly forever, to legislate against the Morality of the Ages in favor of the Licentiousness of Today. And they will snipe at those who are proud of this nation, proud of our history, proud of all that we have accomplished as a people. To the Leftists, those who wave the Stars and Stripes with pride are uneducated, illiterate, religious extremists, hate-mongers, war-mongers, beneath contempt.
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how
the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done
better. The credit belong to the man who is actually in the arena;
whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives
valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again. Who knows the
great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a
worthy cause. Who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high
achievement; and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while
daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those cold and
timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.”
~ Theodore Roosevelt (“The Man in the Arena”)
The Left will only go to War to further what they think is a Progressive agenda, but is actually a bargain with the Devil. War in defense of the Homeland is incomprehensible to them. War in defense of ourselves is, likewise, incomprehensible to them. For our lives, our way of life, our Faith, is nothing to them but uncivilized superstition, and must be wiped out. The only thing in which the Left has Faith is in themselves and their self-acclaimed greatness. Question their Patriotism? We rarely do, but are accused of it with every question we do ask. Question their morals? They have none save those which will benefit themselves to the detriment of the rest of us. We fight a War, today, not simply to free and keep free those enslaved by tyrannies, but we fight the War to preserve our own Freedoms and Liberties which are daily threatened. From within as well as without.
Yes, War is an ugly, horrible thing. And we fight when we must!
“War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed
and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks
that nothing is worth war is much worse. The person who has nothing
for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important
than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature, and has no
chance of being free unless made or kept so by the exertions of
better men than himself.”
~ John Stuart Mill
End Quote
This is an eloquent essay, and one which rings with truth. Thank you, Benning. Well said, and well written.
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Well, as it turns out I’m not a commissioned salesman. Don’t get me wrong, I have the utmost respect for anyone who can support a family on a commission (with very high regards for my Dad, who supported seven kids and Mom, while Mom was able to stay home and raise us).
Sales is not my bag.
Design and layout is my bag. So, even as I continue to run for President, I am right now concentrating on landing full-time employment.
In a conversation on another blog (I can’t remember which one; I visit a number of them and tend to drop in on conversations all over the place) it would seem I left a wrong impression on someone. This person thinks that if I don’t agree with something she said then I don’t think she has the right to say it. Quite the contrary, I will defend to the death her right to say anything she wants. In an attempt to get into a discussion about what she said, I asked for more detail, and she accused me of trying to silence her.
*sigh*
I didn’t want to label her a “typical liberal”, so I dropped the train of thought, and figured she would go on to annoy someone else. I haven’t heard from her here, so I’m thinking she has lost interest also; I just wanted to take a moment to clarify my stand on freedom of speech.
My beautiful daughter turned one month old on the 30th, and right now she is making me type with one hand because she isn’t sleepy.
I got a haircut today. No, wait, yesterday. Actually, I got them all cut; it’s cheaper that way.
I need to find a way to download all my posts, as a back-up, in the event that I should need to move off of BlogSpot. If anyone knows of a way, please drop me a line…
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I’m considering moving over to a different platform – because of this.
I am currently wrestling with WordPress.com, which is free, which is a problem – I can’t make the changes to the template that I can here. Specifically, I would lose the eagle in the background, and the blogrolls would disappear.
WordPress.com has a blogrolling feature, but you have to manually enter each blgo you want to roll – and in the case of other people’s blogrolls (such as Texas Fred’s, and Ika’s Roll) you can’t, as far as I have been able to tell, get them to appear in your sidebar. Security reasons, they say – force you to pay for hosting and using WordPress.org, I say.
Another big stumbling block is the fact that you cannot import your “new and improved” blogspot blog to WordPress.com. That means I would have to manually move each post over, and I would lose all the comments.
Ah, well – back to searching for the answer.
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