Subjugated

We hold these Truths to be self-evident, that all Men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness—-That to secure these Rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just Powers from the Consent of the Governed, that whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these Ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its Foundation on such Principles, and organizing its Powers in such Form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient Causes; and accordingly all Experience hath shewn, that Mankind are more disposed to suffer, while Evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the Forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long Train of Abuses and Usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object, evinces a Design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their Right, it is their Duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future Security. Declaration of Independence July 4,1776

My how we have fallen. The demise of the desire to be free is apparent. Where did we fail, how have we allowed ourselves to forget from which we come? How have we turned our backs on our system of individual independence? The answer is complacency. We have allowed the weakest among us to bully us into submission. We allow the so called representatives to rule over us as if appointed by deity! The men who wrote these words of freedom allowed no one to sway them from the path! They as representatives of the citizens of their colony, spoke with authority and demanded freedom. We speak meekly of the oppression,and scurry as rats before the broom, when confronted with the idea of being free. Loud as thunderclaps within our homes or a private gathering, we speak of the wrongdoings, the perversion and erosion of our rights. Evil has proceeded as we stand idly by and cower in fear of a totalitarian overreaching entity that was created by us for us. This Frankenstein, rages through our villages wreaking havoc and yet we stand and watch through the phone as our fellow citizens suffer. When will we demand an account, a decisive action to restore our rights. To reign in the monster we created, bring it back under our control. I fear that we have allowed the mutation of the monster and it now controls us. I fear for the generations to follow, they may never taste the sweetness of freedom, only the bitter taste of oppression and compliance. I miss America, the dream it was, the land of the free and home of the brave. I despise what it is now, the land of the mob and the home of the compliant.

Language, the Last Bastion of the Learned Man.

The use of language is the separation of intellectual superiority from the common man. In no way am I inferring that an educated man is a learned man. Nor do I propose that the grandiose use of complicated rhetoric infers intellect. The use of language by someone who can engage in a discourse of differing opinions, bring forth an emotion or memory or describe a scene that can be visualized is not limited to the educated. Mastery of language and understanding the ability to put forth an idea the audience can understand is an art. I admire those mere mortals who walk among us, who by simple linguistics can create a mood, an emotion or a memory. Most are not so called, educated men, or holders of Degrees, they are educated by life. Myself, I am autodidactic, self taught. Through years of reading, music and teaching, I have gained the ability to express my feelings through words. It is a gift and a curse, language is a prison to those who master it, as so few understand it. In a world, now unable to concentrate beyond a 30 second video, or 144 characters in a post, those who appreciate language must reach into the archives to seek knowledge. However, every once and awhile a poet will emerge and bring forth, however quickly and subtly, a glimmer of hope. Let us all strive to preserve and protect the speech we are losing daily. Not just the freedom to use it but the ability!

Wind in the Trees

Winter has arrived in the South. A large storm is approaching, cold temps, wind and maybe some snow. As sip my coffee overlooking the woods, bare and exposed in its winter dress, the wind rips through the naked limbs. The sound of wind through the trees, the breathe of a cold winters day is a sound of relaxation. A cold wind rejuvenating the land in preparation for hard cold night. I have always enjoyed the outdoors and all of its extremes, cold,snow, hurricane. The wind however is an experience of tranquility, stress and fear blown away by the sound of the rustling wood. The sounds of man driven away by a strong wind, filling the woods with the moans and creeks of twisting trees. Nature has a way of cleansing both itself and your soul. Enjoy the wind, listen for the sounds, find peace in the tumultuous sound of the woods.

Dogs…

So while I was healing from surgery this year I had a faithful companion by my side. Gunny was beside me everyday as I recovered. Yesterday Gunny crashed hard, unresponsive and detached from his surroundings. We rush him to the ER! Walking into that room with a very sick dog is a situation no one wants to experience. Unlike people there is no way for the dog to tell you what is wrong. Looking into those eyes, that had encouraged me and assured me it was all going to be ok, seeing the life fading away, was like someone pulling me apart. X-rays, labs, test flow by, then the Doctor comes in with news. Gunny is really sick but they have a plan. Subcutaneous fluid injection to hydrate, antibiotics to kill the pneumonia. We leave with a live dog, weak and exhausted but alive.

It is very rare that we as the recipients of unwavering companionship are called to reciprocate. I have had dogs that would lay down their life for me. Some that were simply a friend and companion. Gunny was a savior, he arrived after the death of our Labrador and filled a void that was created by her passing. It is always who rescued who? Well, I believe we rescued each other! In that ER room I was afraid that the small part of myself that knows what a dog really is was going to leave me. It hurt me to know that there is no sacrifice to big for a dog to make, yet we are unable to protect them and heal them the way they give to us. Gunny is getting better, hopefully this will pass and we can resume our fall days sitting on a hill with the wind in our face and peace and tranquility restored!

Summer in the South

Summer in the south is hard. High heat. high humidity. Snakes and poison everything are alive and thriving. However, the summer brings thunderstorms. There is nothing better than the wind through the trees and rain falling through the leaves. Thunder as if One Thousand cannons fire a salute, preceded by lightning so sharp you could slice a tomato. Following these storms there is a respite from the heat for a brief moment of comfort. Here is to summer in the south, for all of it’s suffering it gives a gift of natural beauty incomparable to anywhere else in the world.

Dealing with injury

So we are one day past surgery. Pain is manageable. The Dr pushing pain pills. I have chosen to not use them in my life. I have had a bunch of injuries in my life, some severe and some catastrophic. I have been buried, burned, stabbed and shot. I broke my back in 6 places and walked away. I have never taken pain meds. The loss of discernment and cognitive thought are something I am unwilling to deal with. Pain is a function of healing. Pain let’s you know that you are injured and need to slow down to prevent more. It also allows you to feel the healing process. As the pain diminishes you know you are getting better. The drugs hide the pain and give you a sense of relief. While the pain is merely a psychological signal, you can overcome pain by using the same psychological process. Pain is in the mind and the mind can overcome pain. Focus on task to make yourself well and think only positive thoughts. Pain is real but pain is weak and a strong mindset and perseverance will always overcome pain. Yesterday I was in a halo after having surgery on my cervical spine. Today I am in a brace writing a blog. I am fully aware of my surroundings and able to communicate with my caretaker and watching some educational tv. Be safe, be cautious and if necessary be dangerous.

Days of Repair

As I get closer to the surgical procedure to rectify my current physical decline, Gunny and I have taken this weekend to rest and rejuvenate. Gunny from 2 days and a night at daycare, myself from the constant grind of work. My injury has increased my pain, my work my stress. Today while waiting for the comforter to dry Gunny and I spent an hour outside, him laying with a stick to chew and I in the shade listening to the wind through the trees. These days of relaxation and spending time with Gunny have been a respite from the stress of impending surgery and the grind of work. Gunny has again been a faithful companion and has not left my side. Gunny knows, with the omnipotent psyche of dogs, that I am hurt. He while rolling in the grass would stop to make sure I was ok. As we sat in the shade of the forest, each lost in our thoughts, his were on me. Gunny is a good companion and his friendship is resolute. He ask only for a pat on the head, a bowl of food and the time to lay in the grass and chew a stick. For these small demands I am given a companion, who without thought for his well being would sacrifice his for mine. As the wind blows through the trees, the infinity of the world is brought into focus. The immensity of the physical ailment is carried away on the wind, while close by the most noble creature on earth raises his head to listen, smell and scan to ensure my safety. Thanks Gunny for keeping me sane and grounded as we work towards a resolution of my injuries. When God saw man was in need of saving, he first sent the Dog, then his Son.

Sitrep

Today I was discussing online about the current situation in America. As we see the downward spiral from sanity and morality, I see hard times for the delusional followers of the mob. These people who believe in and are dependent on the elected class to provide their every need will soon see the effects of blindly following along. As goods and services spike in cost, and some become unavailable, who will they turn to. The elected representatives care not for your suffering. These people without resources or means will seek their fortune at your expense. As people get hungry they will turn to those with food for support. When they meet resistance, violence will ensue. We need to take a step back and look around our environment. The elect are trying everything they have to silence, shame and disarm the resistance. Why? The reason is to ensure compliance through suffering. As the base of the elect start terrorizing the general population, they want them as meek as sheep at the shearing house. If you fight back, your a racist. If you speak out you are a racist. If you redress your grievances with the elect, yep your are a racist. These people are starving American born babies to provide for the non citizen. I see a future rife with conflict. Rhetoric and physical violence will soon be the norm as neighbor turns on neighbor for the basics of everyday life. Be aware and prepare yourself now. The objective of the current elect is to change America. I fear they have succeeded and the change is for the worse. This will get worse before it gets better. Find some people and bond now as time is slipping away to get ready. Be Safe, Be Aware and take a personal SitRep.

Thoughts and Moments of Clarity

As we move through our day, interacting with people, we realize everything is simple. Each person, separate from the collective radicals, wants the same thing. Most people irregardless of race, age or any of the other dividers the elite claim we prescribe to want the same things. Peace, Love and safety. Peace not in a world sense, but inner peace, having peace within one’s own mind. Love, not necessarily physical, but love from friends, family and neighbors. Acceptance of themselves as themselves. Safety, not just security, but safety in their homes, person and identity. Being allowed to live, work and live free from oppression and compulsory behavior. Safe in being human! As we slide deeper into infinite control of our words, actions and deeds, we face the fact that there will be no peace. We will be berated to comply endlessly removing the peace of living. There will be no love as friends, family and neighbors turn against each other. There will be no safety as the government increases its demands for compliance and starts to enforce control. No safety to be human, no safety in being alive. We must endeavor to ensure our rights of being a human are kept alive and not stripped by the will of the mob. Speak your mind and find peace in thoughts of freedom and moments of clarity.

Long Days and Hard Times

Another tough week behind me! Many miles behind a windshield, with moments of labor in between. I have traveled to Northern VA, Eastern NC from my home. Day trips to distant destinations. While tiring, I get to see the effects of the current situation. Supply chain issues are real! Limited stock is everywhere. Simple things you take for granted can’t be found. Necessities are now starting to become scarce as well. Long days afford me the opportunity to see beyond my domain and gain a clarified view of the situation that is developing. If you need it you better get it. A long hard day of labor is even longer if you are hungry. Take a ride outside of your domain and see what is really happening to our Home!