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Sean shared some worship and a meal with his local Sikh congregation, and had some thoughts about it.  His conclusion:  We’re all Americans, no matter where we or our ancestors came from.  I heartily agree.

Now to the good stuff. I am a patriot. The sight of the flag makes me happy. I believe in America and in Americans. I take second place to no one in love for my country. The Sikh speakers, especially the President of the temple, exceeded me in patriotism by a long shot. America is not blood, and it’s not soil. America is ideas, and the people who believe them. These were Americans. They might have been born here or far away. But once they started talking about America, the “best” and “safest country in the world”, you could tell that they were Americans. These are not scare quotes, these are direct quotes from the speakers. Thomas Jefferson might have had a problem understanding the accents, but not the sentiments.

Go on over and read the whole thing.

Thoughts on the Weekend

  • Nothing puts a good spin on the Friday before you take a week of vacation like a lunchtime phone call from Irish Woman, who has just banged her head on the corner of the trunk of her car and needs stitches.
    • She’s fine.  Ugly cut in her hairline required six stitches.  Only lingering effect is a nagging headache on that side of her head and a new hairstyle so as to not highlight or put stress on the wound.
  • Quote of the weekend:  “Mama, are they going to kill you?”, said by Boo just before the doctor started putting in the stitches.  I took him back out to the waiting room with reassurances from his mother that she’d be OK.
  • Boo was wearing a new shirt Saturday that has a pretty convincing chocolate scent embedded in the artwork.  It really smells like chocolate, and got stronger after being warmed by his body heat.  I gave up sweets last summer, but I’ve been craving a Hershey bar since Saturday morning.
  • Got a briefing on a couple of the projects that Irish Woman has decided are going to happen before snow flies.  Our discussion was a textbook example of what happens when “artist’s conception” meets “real world”.
    • Normal people would meet somewhere in the middle.  I have to find a way for it to be “real world” enough to not kill small children, but still look like “artist’s conception”.
    • Apparently there is an accounting discrepancy between what my spreadsheet came up with using prices from the lumber yard and what her muse told her it would take.
    • We have agreed to hold a meeting to go over the numbers, where I believe she will try to convince me that wood doesn’t cost what the lumber yard says it does.
    • When your “discussion” about a project starts to revolve around whether or not you need a permit, it’s time to walk away for a little while.
  • Girlie Bear announced today that she likes Van Halen.  I told her I’d be quoting from “Hot for Teacher” during the open house at her new high school in a couple of weeks.
  • My daughter announced that there were some cute boys at the church picnic Saturday night.  I need to go shooting.
  • Customer service tip:  If you’re actually friendly to me when I ask if your gun store does transfers, I may just buy a gun before I leave your establishment.
    • Pictures to follow
  • Can anyone give me an opinion DS Arms AR-15 uppers?  Their price point is really good, and the example guns I looked at at the NRA annual meeting seemed pretty solid.

30 Days of Abraham Lincoln – Day 9

I am naturally anti-slavery. If slavery is not wrong, nothing is wrong. I can not remember when I did not so think, and feel. And yet I have never understood that the Presidency conferred upon me an unrestricted right to act officially upon this judgment and feeling. It was in the oath I took that I would, to the best of my ability, preserve, protect, and defend the Constitution of the United States. I could not take the office without taking the oath. Nor was it my view that I might take an oath to get power, and break the oath in using the power. I understood, too, that in ordinary civil administration this oath even forbade me to practically indulge my primary abstract judgment on the moral question of slavery. I had publicly declared this many times, and in many ways. And I aver that, to this day, I have done no official act in mere deference to my abstract judgment and feeling on slavery. — 1864

My Take – Leaders ought to have some absolutes in their beliefs.  “If X is not wrong, then nothing is wrong” is a wonderful thing for someone who is given power to have in their kit bag of beliefs. Lincoln was absolutely right in observing that we all come to our jobs with our individual beliefs and values.  The biggest difference between Lincoln and the last few presidents seems, to me, to be that Lincoln understood that the Constitution was superior to his own values and beliefs.

Lincoln absolutely hated slavery, but knew that under the Constitution he had no power to abolish it in the states that were not in a state of rebellion.  That’s why the Emancipation Proclamation only held power in territory that was captured from the Confederacy.  He fully understood that if you want to do something that the Constitution doesn’t give you power to do, then you don’t ignore the Constitution. You either work within its limits or go through the arduous process of changing it.  The Thirteenth Amendment, which outlawed slavery in the United States, was passed by Congress in 1864, but wasn’t ratified by the states until after Lincoln’s death in 1865.  Lincoln went to his grave living by his belief that the Constitution restricted him from acting on his personal animus toward slavery, no matter how much history would have lauded him for doing so.

That’s not to say that Lincoln was a saint by any means.  Some of the measures he took in his efforts to bring the Confederates back into the Union and to keep more states from going over might have gotten him impeached if anyone had had the guts to make an issue of it.  But he at least had the belief and made an effort to respect the Constitution in this manner.

What our current crop of presidents seem to believe is that the Constitution is more of a guideline, and that its limits are merely fuzzy lines on the map of politics.

  • Don’t like abortion?  Pass laws you know will probably fail in front of the Supreme Court in order to score political points.
  • Don’t care for guns or the people who own them?  Then get the Congress to pass a law that bans cosmetic things about some guns that will only inconvenience those who respect the law.
  • Frustrated that the Constitution protects the nation from over-reaching law enforcement and government monitoring?  Then take advantage of public fear of narcotics and terrorism to turn local, state, and federal law enforcement into a standing army that protects the country from its own citizens.
  • Don’t think it’s fair that some people work hard and get good health care?  Then pass a law that forces everyone who breathes American air to either purchase insurance or pay a tax/penalty/tribute so that you can give even more money to those who won’t work.

Yes, Lincoln had his warts, but we’d be better off if the politicians of the past few decades who profess to honor his memory actually acted a bit more like him.

Today’s Earworm

A Response

Text of the letter I just mailed off.  The names have been changed to keep me from being targeted for even more pleas for funds.

To – Alumni Association, Somewhere High School, Bay Area, California
From – Daddy J. Bear

Ladies and Gentlemen,

I recently received your letter detailing the plan you all have to help refurbish some areas of the school I attended for the last year and a half of my high school education and endow a small scholarship for a graduate of the school to study “subjects that encourage world peace and harmony”.  While I find it honorable that y’all wish to give back to the school, I will have to decline.

I find it rather humorous that, 23 years after I graduated from Somewhere High and almost 25 years since I arrived at the school, you all need a bit of money for a project or two, and you come to me for some of it.  I had almost hoped that my name had been stricken from the rolls, since I have never signed up for your newsletters or tried to attend any of the reunions you all have held.

But as for my reasons for declining, you see, of the approximately 3500 students attending Somewhere High for the 18 months I was there, approximately 17 ever spoke more than a couple of words to me, and at least half of those were of the “Did you do the homework?” variety.   One of them was the native Californian football player, whose parents also attended Somewhere High, who repeatedly asked if I enjoyed having carnal relations with the farm animals in my native North Dakota and if that was the reason my family had to move to the garden spot that is the extreme eastern edge of the Bay Area.  Another was the president of our senior class, who upon being informed that I had decided to not attend Cal State and instead entered the armed forces, told me that I was giving up my future and that I was going off to be a “jack-booted oppressor” before telling that she couldn’t stomach the thought of me learning to kill.  I noted with some amusement that these two individuals head up the committee that is doing this work.

But to be honest, nothing the students did could top what my English and History teachers said to me in the week prior to graduation.  Both of them used the fact that I was going off to become a member of the Military Intelligence Corps as an excuse to list out the many atrocities I would be committing once I was a full-fledged member of the CIA.  Apparently they knew even less about M.I. than I did, but what can you expect from people who had lived their entire lives in Somewhere, California?

Anyway, I wish you all luck.  In closing, I’d appreciate it if my name and address could be removed from your database.

Sincerely,

Daddy J. Bear
Somewhere High School
Class of 1989

Today’s Earworm

30 Days of Abraham Lincoln – Day 8

I thank you, in common with all others, who have thought fit, by their votes, to indorse the Republican cause. I rejoice with you in the success which has, so far, attended that cause. Yet in all our rejoicing let us neither express, nor cherish, any harsh feeling towards any citizen who, by his vote, has differed with us. Let us at all times remember that all American citizens are brothers of a common country, and should dwell together in the bonds of fraternal feeling. — 1860

My Take – We are all Americans, no matter our political feelings.  The spite that keeps going on after the elections is nothing but that, spite.  When we dehumanize our opponents too long, we run the risk of forgetting that they are indeed human, which is a dangerous place to be.  In short, once the election is over, the election should be over and we should get on with running the country together.

News Roundup

  • From the ‘I Wish I Were  An Oscar Meyer Vibrator” Department – The Trojan condom company is giving away free samples of its personal vibrating toys at what appear to be hot dog carts in New York city.  The company plans to give away 10,000 of its products in the publicity campaign.  I hope they have at least some signage that differentiates it from a food vendor, because when you’re hungry for a bratwurst, being handed a vibrator just isn’t going to cut the mustard, and if you’re looking for a free sex toy, being handed a hot dog is going to be disappointing.  In related news, the makers of Astroglide plan to replace all of the hand sanitizer dispensers in Times Square with machines that will give out a sample of their product.  
  • From the “Man of Steel Reserve” Department – A Norwegian man was arrested recently after stumbling around a town dressed in a Superman costume.  No word on what the Son of Krypton was drinking, but it had to be some pretty strong stuff.  I think I’ll start working a new green cocktail called “Kryptonite Koolaid” which will feature a lot of pure grain and absynthe.
  • From the “Wabbit Season” Department – A town in Connecticut has picked a fight with a young girl and her family over her pet rabbit.  The city maintains that the enforcement of a minimum acreage requirement for keeping rabbits is an effort to get the girl’s father to clean up his property.  The father says that it’s emotional blackmail, but he is willing to fix the things his neighbors are complaining about.  The young girl just wants to keep her pet.  In related news, a large sack of coal has been sent from the North Pole to the city hall of North Haven.
  • From the “Leniency” Department – A Fort Campbell soldier, who went AWOL from his unit and travelled to Fort Hood to kill other soldiers in an act of terrorism, has been convicted and sentenced to life in prison.  This poster boy for birth control decided he couldn’t reconcile his Islamic faith with military duty, applied for conscientious objector status, got caught with child pornography, deserted his unit, and plotted to blow up a restaurant with a military clientele.  For that, he gets a bed, protection from the elements, all the education he chooses to enjoy, and three meals a day for the rest of his life.  Call me crazy, but I think he’s getting off light. If President Bush had had the guts to get a declaration of war in 2001, this piece of filth would be dancing at the end of a rope for desertion in time of war.

30 Days of Abraham Lincoln – Day 7

Men are not flattered by being shown that there has been a difference of purpose between the Almighty and them. — 1865

My Take – When you’re telling someone about the mote in their eye, try to use a little tact.  Especially when telling them that what they’re doing is considered a sin in the eyes of $DEITY (or $DEITY[0] for those of you with a pantheon), lambasting them about their sinfulness is less than likely to get the result you are looking for.  The best you can hope for is that they turn their back on you and start in on their ‘sin’ with even more vigor just to piss you off. The worst case scenario is that you end up with a flat nose over it, and they just keep on sinning.

When I feel that someone is doing wrong, especially if they are doing it without thought, I try to be very gentle when pointing it out.  Sometimes all I get is acknowledgement of my input, but sometimes it gets them to thinking, and sometimes that leads to reform.  But if I gently remind someone that what they’re doing isn’t exactly right in the eyes of my god, and they keep doing it, it’s not my place to browbeat them into submission.  Bringing someone to salvation doesn’t count if they do it just to shut you up.

Today’s Earworm

Why yes, I’m taking a week of vacation starting tonight.  Why do you ask?