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On the other hand

We have cherries. All is not, yet, lost.

(And with the cherries, some of my natural optimism returns.)

Tea Party wins, elitists swoon

You know what I’m talking about: Christine O’Donnell in Delaware, who allegedly has too much baggage to win the Senate race; so everyone was supposed to get on the RINO’s side. Like plenty of sitting Senators and Congresscritters don’t have even worse baggage.

Yes, we were pretty annoyed (although not at all surprised) that the NRSC was initially saying they would give no support to her. They must have gotten an earful this morning, because now they are saying they will support her.

My husband has already told the RNC several times (they keep calling) that he’s not willing to give money to the RNC, only to the candidates he chooses. And he tells them straight out it’s because they keep backing RINO elitists. But they don’t listen; and really, isn’t that true of all of them, of both parties, who have made politics their “calling”? They think they know better than the rest of us. But I think this is the year we just show them who really calls the shots.

The danger, of course, is that no one is perfect, and most folks are only intermittently good; I include myself in that. So, you know, power corrupts. There is no perfect candidate. Politics is and always will be filled with imperfect, corruptible people, who will always be subject to the temptation to reach for power and money for themselves. Thus liberty is always in danger and can only be maintained through constant vigilance.

But we have to try, or total darkness is assured. And besides, what else do we have to do during our time on earth (however many times we come around), than to commit ourselves to everything on the side of good (and surely liberty is among the greatest goods bequeathed to us by God and by our ancestors) and then do the best we can to help it grow? I think that’s the game God intended when creating the universe, and I still think that, even though I notice that I play the game differently in each inning. Sometimes it’s meditating/praying (always helpful); sometimes it’s voting; sometimes it’s shooting. Whatever the game looks like, it’s the same game: grow the light.

I’ll only quit when God says game over; no one else gets to take me out.

And now, the truly important news

Yesterday was Sean Connery’s 80th birthday.  He will be the “sexiest man alive” 50 years after he’s dead, unless they cremate his body.

Not wanting that to happen any time soon, of course!

Happy belated birthday, gorgeous!

The answer I’m looking forward to giving my doctor…

“Well, I can hit targets out to 200 yards with the AR-style carbine my husband gave me, so, yeah, I feel safe at home.”

Let us now praise men

Here is something that has been building in my “awareness of annoyance” center for a while:

GUYS.

I miss

MEN.

Everywhere we go, it’s “How are you GUYS?” or “Hey, GUYS, what will you be having this evening?”

Guys” for men and women in a group, but even worse

GUYS

for

MEN.

I dislike this intensely. I consider it to be one of the ways we undermine the positive value of masculinity in our culture. And it is pervasive; even Glenn Beck keeps using the term “GUYS.”

I’m sick of it. I’m considering starting a “Let’s use proper English to bring back proper MEN” society.

MANLINESS is a positive virture, no matter what the feminists may say on the topic.

MEN are grown up and powerful. They have self-control. They are able to act decisively when and as necessary, and they are also able to restrain themselves when action isn’t needed. MEN are strong and are able to use their strength to serve and protect their families, their communities, and their country. MEN have standards. MEN have character.

Guys, let’s be frank, are schlumps. Be honest: what do you picture when you hear the word guy? I’ll bet a pizza that you picture someone sloppily dressed, slumped on the sofa watching the game, with open bags of chips and several empty beer cans strewn about.

So, the picture of guy is weekend life, and not just weekend life: totally-unencumbered-by-any-responsibilities weekend life. That’s the picture summoned by the word guy.

It seems to me that the whole guy culture is becoming an epidemic.

The guy culture is epidemic when the President of the United States, having embarrassed himself (and no one else) by his hastily spoken prejudice about a developing news story, tries to paper over the incident by inviting the GUYS over for a beer. Well, at least the picture shows them wearing suits and trying to sit up reasonably straight; all except the President, of course.

A MAN would have apologized forthrightly, admitting he spoke out of turn and without fully understanding the situation, and been done with it.

PS: I have much much more to write on this topic, so I’ll be returning to it soon and often. In the meantime, good evening, gentlemen!

Happy Birthday,

Mr. Lincoln!

I miss the days when we celebrated your specific, individual birthday. I don’t really see the need for the federal government to have a holiday on your birthday, but I certainly would like the citizens of the nation you held together to take note. If you had done nothing but give us the following words, we should still take note:

Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.

Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation, so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.

But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate…we can not consecrate…we can not hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us—that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion—that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain—that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom—and that government: of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.

And of course, you accomplished so much more than these resounding words.

For Mr. Lincoln’s birthday, let us all “take increased devotion” to the cause of freedom — and government of the people, by the people, for the people.

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