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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?

 

No Kidding?

The lawyers for the piece of filth that shot up the theater in Aurora, Colorado, in July have stated that they believe that their client is mentally ill and that they need more time to assess just how bat-crap crazy he is.

Really, Captain Obvious?  You’re just now figuring out that a person who believes he’s the Joker from Batman, rigs his apartment to blow up like the Hindenberg when someone opens the door, puts on head to toe ballistic protection, and shoots a crowd of non-threatening, disarmed people might be mentally ill?  You know, a few more statements like that and you’ll be giving your client grounds for appeal because he wasn’t represented by competent counsel.

Of course he’s crazy.  Sane people do not do what he did.  In fact, I don’t think I’ll get much argument when I say this:  sane people do not kill other human beings for the fun of it or to get attention.  The questions on my mind are these:  First, did he know what he was doing was wrong, meaning did he have the mental capacity to choose not to do it, but did it anyway? Second, assuming an affirmative answer to the first question, what refreshments will they be selling at the execution and will it be held in a smoke-free venue?

If this waste of ATP is truly mad, and didn’t know what he was doing at the time of his crime was wrong, then I want to know how he got so far.  Was he on medication and then make the conscious decision to stop taking them, knowing full well that he might be dangerous without them?  If so, then may I be the first to chip in a few dollars toward the lumber for the gallows?

If he has been psychotic for years, and even the most rigorous pharmacological and psychiatric care didn’t keep him from murdering, then I have to ask why he was walking the streets?  Every state in the Union has legal procedures for doctors, families, and civic authorities to convince a judge that someone is just too insane to allow to walk the streets, and then they put him somewhere where he can get treatment and not hurt anyone, including himself.  In that event, the physicians who have been treating him should either be up on charges, have their licenses revoked, or both. If they knew he was dangerous, why didn’t they take steps to protect society from him and him from himself?

There’s really no good answer here, and to be honest, it’s all Monday morning quarterbacking.  He did what he did, and no amount of treatment or civil retribution is going to bring back the dead, heal the wounded, and mend the families he destroyed.  But there is some value in outrage here, and I hope that I’m not alone in mine.

Final Thought for the Night

Hell hath no wrath like that of a woman who is trying to make two beautiful butter cakes with caramel icing for the church picnic and is getting no cooperation from any entity in the known universe, especially the cakes.