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Letters to Congress

Below is the text of the message I left with Senator Rand Paul on his Senate website.  I sent similar messages to my other senator, Majority Leader Mitch McConnell, and my Congressman, Thomas Massie.

There will be votes in the coming days on measures to use government lists to restrict or deny our civil rights.  I urge all of you to reach out to your Senators today, be it by phone or email, and let them know how you feel on the subject.  To paraphrase my Congressman, the higher the stack of messages on a subject, the more they pay attention to it.

 


 

Senator Paul,

Like you, I was horrified and disgusted by the murders of innocent people in Orlando over the weekend.  When one American is attacked, we are all attacked.  

But I was also dismayed at the political reaction to this atrocity.  While I am not surprised that President Obama and his minions have moved swiftly to capitalize on the nation’s grief, I am also disheartened by the willingness of members of your caucus to abandon civil rights in favor of temporary political gain.

The current proposals before the Senate to restrict the civil rights of citizens without due process of law should not be passed, and I ask you to stand against them.  You have stood up for our rights before, and I ask you to do so again.  Giving this administration, or any other, the power to restrict any of our rights based on denunciation and suspicion would be a precedent leading to tyranny.  Such measures would be enabling acts that permit a faceless government employee, without the checks imposed by having to show cause and give evidence in open court, to negatively impact the life and liberty of our citizens.

Please, as a constituent, I ask you to not only vote against these efforts, but to use your influence to convince others to follow suit.

Thank you for your time,

 

Tom Rogneby
Louisville, Kentucky

A Year of Poetry – Day 55

I live, I die, I burn, I drown
I endure at once chill and cold
Life is at once too soft and too hard
I have sore troubles mingled with joys

Suddenly I laugh and at the same time cry
And in pleasure many a grief endure
My happiness wanes and yet it lasts unchanged
All at once I dry up and grow green

Thus I suffer love’s inconstancies
And when I think the pain is most intense
Without thinking, it is gone again.

Then when I feel my joys certain
And my hour of greatest delight arrived
I find my pain beginning all over once again.

— Louise Labe, I Live, I Die, I Burn, I Drown

A Year of Poetry – Day 54

A lad he saw a rose-bush growing,

Rose-bush on the moor,

Young and lovely as the morning,

Quick he ran to see it glowing,

With delight he saw.

Rose-bush, rose-bush, rose-bush red,

Rose-bush on the moor.

Said the lad: I’ll pick your bloom,

Rose-bush on the moor!

Said the rose: ‘Ah, I’ll prick you,

So you will remember true,

I’ll let you do no more.

Rose-bush, rose-bush, rose-bush red,

Rose-bush on the moor.

Then her bloom the cruel lad picked,

The rose-bush on the moor:

To protect herself she pricked,

Cried, sighed, in vain, but quickly

Could defend no more.

Rose-bush, rose-bush, rose-bush red,

Rose-bush on the moor.

— Goethe, The Rose-Bush on the Moor

A Letter to the NRA-ILA

Below is the text of a message I left with the NRA-ILA at their webpage.  If you are an NRA member, whether or not you agree with me, please take a moment to give the NRA’s leadership your opinion on how they should handle the present situation.


Ladies and Gentlemen,

It was with some concern that I learned of the National Rifle Association’s decision to endorse Donald Trump for the 2016 presidential election.  Mr. Trump may not be a rock-ribbed supporter of gun rights, but this year seems to have a dearth of those. Considering his opposition in the other major party, I took it as the NRA making the best choice it could between two bad alternatives.

However, today I learned that Mr. Trump plans to meet with the NRA’s leadership to discuss ways in which someone on the government’s terrorism watch lists could be denied their constitutionally-protected right to keep and bear arms.  I will not comment on what Mr. Trump’s motives are for doing this, but I will point out that this more closely aligns him with Mrs. Clinton and President Obama than it does with this proud gun owner.

In response to this, as a life member of the NRA, I have only one thing to ask you, the leaders of the NRA:

Please, tell him no.

Things are much better than they were as recently as ten years ago.  To allow the government, no matter who is in the White House and Congress, to wield the power to strip a citizen of their rights because their name appears on a secret list, with no due process protections, would be a huge step backward for gun rights, if not all civil rights.

Mr. Trump is asking you to work with him to find a way to curtail our rights.  He needed us during the primaries, and now that he has sewn up the nomination, wishes to put the NRA’s members on the bargaining table.

I ask that senior NRA leadership clearly and publicly refuse to cooperate with efforts to curtail our rights in this manner.  I urge you to make it clear that the NRA will not only fight such efforts in the Congress, but at the ballot box as well.  And if Mr. Trump insists on reneging on his pledge to stand and fight with us, then I urge you to withdraw the NRA’s endorsement of him.  If there is no other suitable candidate to support, I believe we should make no endorsement for president this year.  Instead, we should pour our energies to making sure that Congress is a bulwark in the defense of our rights.

Please, for the sake of our rights, do not mince words with Mr. Trump.  Tell him no.

Thank you for your time,

Tom Rogneby
Louisville, KY

A Year of Poetry – Day 53

When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodg’d with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning chide,
“Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?”
I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies: “God doth not need
Either man’s work or his own gifts: who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed
And post o’er land and ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and wait.”

— John Milton, On His Blindness

A Year of Poetry – Day 52

Is there for honesty poverty
That hings his head, an’ a’ that;
The coward slave – we pass him by,
We dare be poor for a’ that!
For a’ that, an’ a’ that,
Our toils obscure an’ a’ that,
The rank is but the guinea’s stamp,
The man’s the gowd for a’ that.

What though on hamely fare we dine,
Wear hoddin grey, an’ a’ that?
Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine,
A man’s a man for a’ that.
For a’ that, an’ a’ that,
Their tinsel show, an’ a’ that,
The honest man, tho’ e’er sae poor,
Is king o’ men for a’ that.

Ye see yon birkie ca’d a lord,
Wha struts, an’ stares, an’ a’ that;
Tho’ hundreds worship at his word,
He’s but a coof for a’ that.
For a’ that, an’ a’ that,
His ribband, star, an’ a’ that,
The man o’ independent mind
He looks an’ laughs at a’ that.

A price can mak a belted knight,
A marquise, duke, an’ a’ that;
But an honest man’s aboon his might,
Gude faith, he maunna fa’ that!
For a’ that, an’ a’ that,
Their dignities an’ a’ that,
The pith o’ sense, an’ pride o’ worth,
Are higher rank than a’ that.

Then let us pray that come it may,
(As come it will for a’ that,)
That Sense and Worth, o’er a’ the earth,
Shall bear the gree, an’ a’ that.
For a’ that, an’ a’ that,
That man to man, the world o’er,
Shall brithers be for a’ that.

— Robert Burns – A Man’s A Man For A’ That

Once again, the President and his congress of anti-civil rights apes are politicizing a horrific incident by flinging crap at the wall and seeing what sticks.  In this instance, they’ve chosen to toss around a stinking wad of “people on watch lists shouldn’t be allowed to get their hands on guns” so everyone can get a good whiff.

Their proposal boils down to not allowing people on ‘no-fly’ and other government lists to legally purchase firearms.  Now, to refresh everyone’s memory, federal law enforcement keeps at least a few lists of people who, for one reason or another, have come to its attention.  One of these lists is popularly called the “no-fly” list, because those on it are not allowed to board an airplane, but there appear to be others.  Nobody will say how one gets on these lists, who is already on them, or how to get off of them if you don’t belong.  The first sign of membership appears to be when your name, or one that’s similar, comes up when you try to check in at the airport or do something else where your name is flagged.

Now, it would appear that the murderer in Orlando was on at least one government list, but was able to legally purchase a firearm through a dealer.  This means that he passed a criminal background check, had never been adjudicated as incompetent or unwillingly committed to a mental health facility, and had no convictions or protective orders pertaining to domestic abuse.*   The FBI looked into him on a few occasions, and concluded that there was no there, there.

But he was indeed on a list, and now people want to know why such a list with no due process, not even to the point that someone is told they are on it, isn’t used to deprive someone of a constitutionally protected right.

I have a little thought experiment for those folks, so please, close your eyes and do a little imagining for me.

Now, for the sake of the argument, let’s just imagine that every single person on said list is there because they are, indeed, a terrorist.  Let’s also imagine that President Obama and Mrs. Clinton are wise, dedicated, honest individuals who would never use a secret list to disarm and discredit their political opponents.  Let’s imagine that the process for denying legal purchases is linked to that list.  Let’s even imagine that such a measure, justly wielded by anti-gun philosopher kings, is effective and keeps guns out of the hands of terrorists.

You with me?  Just imagine that for a moment.

Now, imagine giving the power to deny a right by putting someone on a secret government watch list to Donald Trump.

Still with me?

Still think that giving someone, anyone, the power to deny civil rights, without going through the bother of working through the courts, is such a good idea?  Any power you give to the best president to ever lead this republic will also be wielded by the most venal, evil president ever inflicted upon it.

Administrations change, for good or ill, but their powers rarely decrease.  If you wouldn’t give the power to someone you don’t want to be president, you should not, cannot, give it to someone you do, no matter their party.

Secret watch lists can and will be enlarged to include the actual and perceived political and social enemies of those in power. What seems like a good, limited response to a real threat can only grow, encompassing more people and more rights.

I recognize that we have a problem with violence in this country, be it done with guns, fists, knives, or whatever.  I recognize that many of us want to find a solution.  I just fail to recognize how using a tool so ripe for corruption and abuse can be that solution.

*It has come to light that his ex-wife and family acknowledge that he was an abuser, but apparently nobody made it official and went to court. Doing so would probably have kept him from legally owning a firearm.

 

A Year of Poetry – Day 51

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned out backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame, all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.-
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin,
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,-
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

— Wilfred Owen, Dulce Et Decorum Est

Musings

  • Just for once, I’d like the blood of the dead to cool before someone on either side of the political and social divide starts dancing in it.
    • Apparently someone calling into 911 and pledging allegiance to a terrorist organization, along with said organization claiming responsibility for his heinous acts, means that we need to have tighter gun control in this country.
    • Apparently a natural-born citizen who decides that last night was the perfect time to slaughter a bunch of people is the perfect reason to restrict immigration by people like his mother and father.
  • Ever notice that it’s never Northern Plains Lutherans who are on the national news with the reporter calling them by their first, middle, and last names?
  • Irish Woman’s “Summon Rain” spell worked wonderfully.  The garden got a good watering with the sprinkler this morning, then we got a nice downpour at dinner time.
  • Apparently the trick to getting yard work done around here is to get everyone out as soon after sun-up as possible, work like mad for a few hours, then reward labor with air conditioning and water gun fights.
  • Girlie Bear got her first firm estimate on how much her first semester of college is going to be.  Oh, but how the financial scales have fallen from her eyes!

A Year of Poetry – Day 50

I was a Poet!
But I did not know it,
Neither did my Mother,
Nor my Sister nor my Brother.
The Rich were not aware of it;
The Poor took no care of it.
The Reverend Mr. Drewitt
Never knew it.
The High did not suspect it;
The Low could not detect it.
Aunt Sue
Said it was obviously untrue.
Uncle Ned
Said I was off my head:
(This from a Colonial
Was really a good testimonial.)
Still everybody seemed to think
That genius owes a good deal to drink.
So that is how
I am not a poet now,
And why
My inspiration has run dry.
It is no sort of use
To cultivate the Muse
If vulgar people
Can’t tell a village pump from a church steeple.
I am merely apologizing
For the lack of the surprising
In what I write
To-night.
I am quite well-meaning,
But a lot of things are always intervening
Between
What I mean
And what it is said
I had in my head.
It is all very puzzling.
Uncle Ned
Says Poets need muzzling.
He might
Be right.
Good-night!

— Walter Raleigh, Song of Myself