06
Feb
13

When Libertarianism becomes an ideology

When Libertarianism becomes an ideology.

04
Jul
12

Women in the Army

Women in the Army.

10
Mar
09

Addendum–Uncle

To let everyone know–I’m not giving up blogging.

I’ll be posting on my other blog (which has grown lonely and cold):

Soldier-Citizen.

I appreciate everyone that has been a fan over the last two years. I learned a lot and learned to think in new ways. That’s what my writing is all about for me: Learning. Right now, I’m very focused on my military career. Soldier-Citizen promises to further enable me to understand the world around us and the emergent threats that America will face in the future.

I would be honored if the people who have followed this blog took a trip over to my new one. Soldier-Citizen began a few months ago, but with my work-load at 66 MI BDE HHC, I was unable to maintain up-to -date entries in both The Political Realist and Soldier-Citizen.

I’m staying away from domestic policy unless it has a relationship to national defense. Soldier-Citizen will focus on all matters military, including new and emergent technology, open source strategic analysis, and issues within the military community. Virtually anything to do with the military community will be a “Go” at Soldier-Citizen. The Ad Homonyms will be gone, too, unless they’re very warranted.

The blog will take a while to build to the quality that I’d like to have it at.

08
Mar
09

Uncle

I’ve thought about this for quite a while. But now it’s over.

This blog, that is. Mostly. It’s for personal reasons. My mind’s energies are better expended in other ways. This just isn’t fun for me anymore. I’m wondering what all the libs will do when they have no one to spar with. It’ll be like the Emmy Awards, with a bunch of people handing awards back and forth telling themselves what a great job they’ve done.

Frankly, I think we’re going nuts. I knew this blog was done when Rush Limbaugh made a speech at the recent Conservative convention, and said nothing that was offensive, no jibes, no banter; only a solid treatise on what conservatism means. He even said that Barack Obama was one of the most talented politicians he had ever seen, but the way Obama was using his talent was not for the best of this country.

But the Libs still went nuts… They’re never happy.

I agree with Rush. Of course, only time will tell what Obama’s policies will do to us. We are going places we’ve never been. It’s the Great Experiment, and we’re experimenting with the greatest machine this planet has even seen.

In only 7 years, we’ve gone from the Unipolar Moment, to the End of the Unipolar Moment. Ok–I don’t buy that it’s ended. It’s only what the Liberals believed so their guy would occupy the oval office.

Looking over the last 20 years, I see we were uncomfortable with Pax Americana. We denied our own power. We hated ourselves for our strength. Is this the sign of a sick society? What would happen if a man hated his own body? I think his body would begin to wither. If the Unipolar Moment is waning it hasn’t ended. And if it is waning, it is because of us, not foreign enemies.

The Soviets pulled one over on us when they seeded our most prestigious universities with Communist sympathizers in the 50s. They created a culture that has proven to weaken our spirit by bending the minds of the elite to Bolshevik will. That culture continues virtually unabated on every college campus. That culture teaches that what made America strong was selfish imperialism and slavery. And greedy capitalists out to squash the poor.

Lies.

Pericles–to the Athenians as they prepare for war against the Spartans: (Sorry for the text issues)

“I will speak first of our ancestors, for it is right and becoming that now, when We are lamenting the dead, a tribute should be paid to their memory. There has never been a time when they did not inhabit this land, which by their valour they have handed down from generation to generation, and we have received from them a free state. But if they were worthy of praise, still more were our fathers, who added to their inheritance, and after many a struggle transmitted to us their sons this great empire. And we ourselves assembled here to-day, who are still most .of us in the vigour of life, have chiefly done the work of improvement, and have richly endowed our city with all things, so that she is sufficient for herself both in peace and war. Of the military exploits by which our various possessions were acquired, or of the energy with which we or our fathers drove back the tide of war, Hellenic or barbarian, I will not speak; for the tale would be long and is familiar to you. But before I praise the dead, I should like to point out by what principles of action we rose to power, and under what institutions and through what manner of life our empire became great. For I conceive that such thoughts are not unsuited to the occasion, and that this numerous assembly of citizens and strangers may profitably listen to them.”

“Our form of government does not enter into rivalry with the institutions of others. We do not copy our neighbours, but are an example to them. It is true that we are called a democracy, for the administration is in the hands of the many and not of the few. But while the law secures equal justice to all alike in their private disputes, the claim of excellence is also recognised; and when a citizen is in any way distinguished, he is preferred to the public service, not as a matter of privilege, but as the reward of merit. Neither is poverty a bar, but a man may benefit his country whatever be the obscurity of his condition. There is no exclusiveness in our public life, and in our private intercourse we are not suspicious of one another, nor angry with our neighbour if he does what he likes; we do not put on sour looks at him which, though harmless, are not pleasant. While we are thus unconstrained in our private intercourse, a spirit of reverence pervades our public acts; we are prevented from doing wrong by respect for authority and for the laws, having an especial regard to those which are ordained for the protection of the injured as well as to those unwritten laws which bring upon the transgressor of them the reprobation of the general sentiment.

38. “And we have not forgotten to provide for our weary spirits many relaxations from toil; we have regular games and sacrifices throughout the year; at home the style of our life is refined; and the delight which we daily feel in all these things helps to banish melancholy. Because of the greatness of our city the fruits of the whole earth flow in upon us; so that we enjoy the goods of other countries as freely as of our own.

39. “Then, again, our military training is in many respects superior to that of our adversaries. Our city is thrown open to the world, and we never expel a foreigner or prevent him from seeing or learning anything of which the secret if revealed to an enemy might profit him. We rely not upon management or trickery, but upon our own hearts and hands. And in the matter of education, whereas they from early youth are always undergoing laborious exercises which are to make them brave, we live at ease, and yet are equally ready to face the perils which they face. And here is the proof. The Lacedaemonians come into Attica not by themselves, but with their whole confederacy following; we go alone into a neighbour’s country; and although our opponents are fighting for their homes and we on a foreign soil, we have seldom any difficulty in overcoming them. Our enemies have never yet felt our united strength; the care of a navy divides our attention, and on land we are obliged to send our own citizens everywhere. But they, if they meet and defeat a part of our army, are as proud as if they had routed us all, and when defeated they pretend to have been vanquished by us all.”

“For we are lovers of the beautiful, yet with economy, and we cultivate the mind without loss of manliness. Wealth we employ, not for talk and ostentation, but when there is a real use for it. To avow poverty with us is no disgrace; the true disgrace is in doing nothing to avoid it. An Athenian citizen does not neglect the status because he takes care of his own household; and even those of us who are engaged in business have a very fair idea of politics. We alone regard a man who takes no interest in public affairs, not as a harmless, but as a useless character; and if few of us are originators, we are all sound judges of a policy. The great impediment to action is, in our opinion, not discussion, but the want of that knowledge which is gained by discussion preparatory to action, For we have a peculiar power of thinking before we act and of acting too, whereas other men are courageous from ignorance but hesitate upon reflection. And they are surely to be esteemed the bravest spirits who, having the clearest sense both of the pains and pleasures of life, do not on that account shrink from danger. In doing good, again, we are unlike others; we make our friends by conferring, not by receiving favours. NOW he who confers a favour is the firmer friend, because he would fain by kindness keep alive the memory of an obligation; but the recipient is colder in his feelings, because he knows that in requiting another’s generosity he will not be winning gratitude but only paying a debt. We alone do good to our neighbours not upon a calculation of interest, but in the confidence of freedom and in a frank and fearless spirit.”

This is us.  

And remember–this country’s backbone is still the blue-collar worker. Not the intellectual.

This is the last entry on this blog. Good night, and God bless.

Out.

03
Mar
09

Drugs are bad…for cats too

Apparently, this man didn’t get the memo. He stuffed his cat into a homemade bong in an attempt to get it to calm down.

Reports have the cat, named Shadow, eating all of the man’s Doritoes and Ho Hos while its owner made bail.

02
Mar
09

The Vast Right-Wing conspiracy begins

They must be signing the first bailout

They must be signing the first bailout

02
Mar
09

The Liberal blogosphere experiment

I’m going to start a Leftist blog. I won’t post the blog’s name here, because I want to test my hypothesis.

Hypothesis: The blogosphere is primarily inhabited by people agreeing with the Left’s ideology.

I want to show people how easy it is to get a massive amount of hits if one just walks to the beat of a college student’s drum. I’ll give the experiment about 6 months and then post the blog’s address and stats.

28
Feb
09

New Short Story–Part 1

The Welder

 

I been thinkin bout this thing for a while now. I gots to tell someone bout it.

I been thinkin bout what makes people go. Well, what makes them do good in life. How come some people’s so sad and others strut around all giddy and happy.

 So what came to me was Jake Stephens. Ol Jake lived in a trailer down my driveway right next to the garage. Skinny? You aint seen a man skinny as Jake, but he’d work as a horse every day. Every damn day. Never had friends ova. Don’t know he had any cept maybe the guys he worked with.

“Beer?” Jake’d ask me anytime I went to check on him. He’d hold out a cold can. Kept nudgin it at me. “Beer?” Now I don’t drink much. Can admit there’s a day or two when a sip of Single Barrel does me some good, but not too often.

See, here’s what was strange about Jake. He was the only man I ever met seemed happy without connections.

“That’s life,” he’d say before taking another sip of beer. “You wake up, go to work, come back home, have a little somethin’, get up do it again.”

He had eyes brighter’n a light house. But like an icy color–blue. Arms like taut ropes, always movin, doin somthing. Always got a project.

“I’m a mechanic, John. That’s what I  do, jus like my father did.” He’d pull out a smoke  after he’d said something like that. “That’s alls I got to offer anyone. What a man does is what he is. ” His eyes would sparkle like you wouldn’t believe when he start talkin and drinkin a few. Still be in green Dickys, holes burned through all over like someone’d poured holes out a shaker. His hands had cracks on em, an his fingers were knotted up. Looked like driftwood.

Then he’d say this after he kept drinkin: “Yep, a man is what he does. That’s what Dad use a say.” A man jus layin there don’t mount to much. Some people likes ta think a man’s worth somethin even when he’s layin round. I say he’s worth less than nothin. He’s takin, not makin.”  He’d take a few more sips.  ” An a man either has a family or’s tryin ta get one.”By then Jake’d have a sheen coverin his eyeballs. A glow bout his face, too. He’d fall asleep for two minutes at a time. Think he’d be sleepin anyway, then his eyes’d pop open an he’d start jabberin away again s’if he’d been pretendin ta sleep. Maybe he’d jus been thinkin.

“You know I love ma boy, John. Evey day I get up an go and do my thing so I can be a man worth bein, jus hopin ma boy’ll see me an be proud for the first time. Proud a his papa.”

Now Jake never said a word bout his boy till he’d made a twelve pack disappear. But the beer washed away all Jake’s surface thoughts so that the thoughts he’d been thinkin without even knowin it came out.

I guess I’d known Jake then for at least fifteen years. Knew him from when we used to have breakfast at Jill’s Diner. Heard he was a drinker, but just sos you know, I never known him ta miss a day’s work on account of it. When he’d start talkin about the work he’d do on the cars and some weldin job he had comin up–I knew he was the real deal. I’m a welder myself.

When Jake got his divorce, only thing he had left was his camper–trailer. I had plenty of place to put him on my lot, so I let him settle down by my garage. He was down there, I’d say, bout three years. Didn’t change his schedule much. Sometimes he sucked up some overtime at work on Saturdays. Generally, we’d have breakfast most everyday at Jill’s, and most nights Jake’d pull down another twelve-pack.

Then, bout four months ago, somethin clicked in im. Jus somethin I could see was different. Despite everything, divorce from his wife an the beer an not havin his house, Jake was such a happy guy. Least he seemed it.

Right before Christmas I think it was, yeah I remember cause it was about twenty below with the wind that night–I went down to make sure Jake didn’t need anything.

“Common in, John”, Jake said. He stepped away from the door and fell back into his chair, which should have hit the dump about ten years prior. The way he fell back looked as if he’d given up on somthin. Normally, Jake’s a wiry lookin fellow. All stringy an jumpy. But that night he was kinda swishin around all loosy–goosy. His eyes told the rest of it, cause even when Jake was three sheets to the wind, his eyes normally sparkled.

He started in on me.

“John,” He looked like he’d start bawlin. “You know a man’s either got a family or’s tryin ta get one?” He chucked an empty can he’d been holdin, right over his shoulder. It bounced off the bathroom door an settled back by his foot.

“Yeah, you said that before an I guess you’re right.”

“An I’m glad for a lot of things, you know. Got a good job. That’s more’n my father had most a the time. Prolly worse a man not have a good job than no family. Wanna hand me anotha?” He flicked his hand at the beer case, which was torn open an layin by the front door. Bout six left in it. Guess maybe a draft was keepin the beer cool cause there was a pile of snow hedged along the bottom of that door an I could see flakes flyin up from the wind gettin in. I did what he wanted.

“Mind?” I said. I held another beer in my paw after he’d grabbed his.

“Plenty more where tha came from, John.”

So I popped it open and took a draw.

“This is it, I think.” Jake took me by surprise when he said that.

There was a long time before I said anythin. Just sat there waitin for him to finish.

“What’s it?”

“This is the last Christmas, I think.” He cleared his throat, settled down a little further in his chair. But then the old Jake showed up, a little grin on his face. “Sent Bobby, ma boy, Bobby, a letter. Told im how good I’d done. Told im how sorry I was for all the stupid shit I’d done long time ago.” His grin went down. “Sent the letter last week an told his mother ta tell im to look for it. Ain’t heard back yet.”

“He’ll  get it, Jake. Just take it easy. Why not come up to the house an have some pumpin pie? Vanessa made it today. She puts extra cinnemon in it. It’d win a ribbon somewhere.”

“Naw. That’s alright. Think I’m settled in for the night. Jus thinkin.”

“Don’t think too much,” I said. “it’ll get you in trouble, is all. All the thinkers out there, seems ta me ain’t done much but get us in trouble. Don’t get much done, an others seem a take their ideas places they weren’t meant ta go.”

26
Feb
09

Obama’s Strawmen

This article by Karl Rove shines some light on one of Obama’s bad habits: Attributing arguments to his opponents; one’s they don’t really have.

Obama’s recent speeches have lacked their usual polish.

He’s in over his head.

26
Feb
09

My biscuits are burning.

I saw this on Lou Dobbs while watching the news this morning.

The UN wants to criminalize negative speech about religion.

Of course, you know what religion they mean. Too many foxes are in the hen house at the UN.

I’m going to test this bill to its limits if its passed. Really. I’m going to make a movie.




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