May 2015

Note that this list is just for this year…


At work, one of the coworkers likes a local rock station.  It’s not my style, but hey, we’re at work and they didn’t ask me.  One of the songs has a line, “hold on to 16 as long as you can.”  I haven’t checked the rest of the lyrics to see what sense there is, but just that concept sort of bothers me.  Hold on to the age when you just get the car keys and have no experience on how to control the vehicle.  Hold on to the age of ignorance on how to interact with peers and the opposite sex.  Hold on to ignorance provided by the indoctrination educational system which doesn’t teach real life issues. If you doubt that last sentence, consider those kids making change at the register.  They are in the system.  Hold on to the wonder of what vocation may be pursued.  There may be excitement about the prospect, but incredible ignorance as to all the details.  When people talk about going back and doing it again, what is not mentioned is doing it again with additional knowledge which life has provided in the mean time.  That knowledge was not present, and all of the mistakes made were made precisely because of that reason.  OK, add in a bit of attitude and the fact that one is not autonomous at that point – under the parent’s thumb which is another factor.  Hold on to 16?  No thanks.  Siblinginbox sent the following:

“A generation is now growing old, which never had anything to say for itself except that it was young. It was the first progressive generation – the first generation that believed in progress and nothing else…. [They believed] simply that the new thing is always better than the old thing; that the young man is always right and the old wrong.

And now that they are old men themselves, they have naturally nothing whatever to say or do. Their only business in life was to be the rising generation knocking at the door. Now that they have got into the house, and have been accorded the seat of honour by the hearth, they have completely forgotten why they wanted to come in.

The aged younger generation never knew why it knocked at the door; and the truth is that it only knocked at the door because it was shut. It had nothing to say; it had no message; it had no convictions to impart to anybody…. The old generation of rebels was purely negative in its rebellion, and cannot give the new generation of rebels anything positive against which it should not rebel.

It is not that the old man cannot convince young people that he is right; it is that he cannot even convince them that he is convinced. And he is not convinced; for he never had any conviction except that he was young, and that is not a conviction that strengthens with years.”
– G.K. Chesterton, Illustrated London News of July 9, 1921

And on Media Credibility:
“Modern man is staggering and losing his balance because he is being pelted with little pieces of alleged fact which are native to the newspapers; and, if they turn out not to be facts, that is still more native to newspapers.” – G. K. Chesterton, Illustrated London News, 4/7/23


A couple of millennia ago, it was not considered proper for a man to get into adult discussion until the age of 40 as the level of life experience was considered too thin before that time.  Proverbs states that grey hair is a crown of splendor and the glory of children is their father.  That’s quite an interesting statement contrasted with modern life.  (I was just reading this, this morning in chapters 16 and 17)

On close reading, the real substance of this piece is just a bunch of legislators declaring to reporters that they had no real idea what was in the actual text of the legislation they discussed and voted on. It’s quote after quote from Official Important DC Smart People Who Sat On Committees saying stuff like they ‘never discussed’ and ‘never talked about’ and ‘never considered’ the thing that is, alas, at the end of the day, nevertheless, when all is said and done, in the actual text of the law that was passed.

from here

I found a particular line in a blog interesting:

“For us, the war was over in a few years. The enemy surrendered and were no longer a threat,” he said. “For soldiers today, the war is never over; the enemy is never defeated.” The result, he added, is “a state of perpetual anxiety that the rest of the country doesn’t experience.” …

(h/t: theospark)

It reminded me of the book 1984 and the constant war which was being perpetrated on the population such that existence of calm justice was not known.  Note how I say that – peace isn’t the absence of war.  It is the presence of calm justice.  Anyways, the sentences above reminded me of George Orwell and I used that in the title and allusion.

Spouseinbox and I went from Bugberg to Big City, Texas over the weekend.  The purpose was to lead the singing for service Sunday.  It was to be a quick trip with only a single over night and as such we would only leave mominbox with the animals for a day.  We fed all we could prior to leaving and promised to feed them on return as well to keep things as easy as possible.  Big City, Texas was a few hours away and we enjoyed the trip there taking a side route to see if there were still wildflowers showing in the hills.  There were still a few, but it was too late in the season for the brilliant set that viewers get earlier.  The trip there was uneventful and quite pleasant.  We also had the pleasure of meeting a couple of friends who were driving up from the Mexican border.  They had some interesting observations about the patrols and passports.  It seems that those with an American passport get grilled about what was seen, done, who met, where going, etc and those with a green card got a glance and pass through.  Interesting.  Anyways, we had rain there in spots and decided to go to a fish restaurant for supper.  It was pretty good and we spent time chatting before going back to their room for the night.  This time, the trip was more eventful.  The rain was hard enough it was difficult to see the road.  The wind was blowing as well and 45 to 50 was fast on the freeway.  Low water crossings were blockaded though we didn’t see any on this particular trip.  We did return in the morning to another exit beyond the one used this night and observed a road flooded pouring into the field, now small lake.  Anyways, back to the trip.  Friends were delivered to their room, and we went back into the weather to get to our hotel which was about 20 miles away.  The driving was the same as previous, or worse.  Lightening made a display dwarfing any Fourth of July presentation.  Wiper blades were doing their valiant effort to provide visualization, but to little avail.  It is moments like this which make shelter such a sweet phenomenon.  One really appreciates being under a roof when the sky is literally falling.  Some violate common sense to seek that shelter and do so with the ultimate consequences.  We went to the church the following morning and were observers of the fact that no one is an island.  Everyone has impact on others, either directly, or indirectly and we were privy to the story unfolding as phones buzzed and rang around the table.  There was a senior who heard her father deliver the baccalaureate speech the previous Sunday containing the point that one must put God first as one doesn’t know the time of life.  This senior was returning home from prom, went into one of these low water crossings, and got swept away.  This senior called 911 first, then the parent, and was speaking with the parent when the car flipped and the parent was speaking with this senior as the drowning occurred.  I had to pause in the recounting of the incident while typing it.  You can imagine being there.  We felt the impact of this incident in our emotions and besides the immediate family, it touched the churches in the area and ourselves as associates who was visiting and now distant readers of a blog reading anywhere in the world.

Life is precious, and when one is removed it is natural to seek meaning in doing so.  On this weekend, the focus was on remembering those who gave theirs for this country and one picture I found on the net described it well.  There was a scene of a lady laying prostrate in front of a tombstone and the title, “a reminder in case you thought this was national barbecue day.”  We have been afforded a most wonderful nation which has been slowly removed from the moorings which were originally placed.  There is a passage in Romans 10 which goes like this:

14How, then, can they call on the one they have not believed in? And how can they believe in the one of whom they have not heard? And how can they hear without someone preaching to them? 15And how can anyone preach unless they are sent? As it is written: “How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news!”g

In our country, I apply this verse as follows.  How can one remember if one has never been taught?  How can our newest generation appreciate the sacrifices of our men and women if they have never been told what happened?  With the lack of knowledge, the day truly becomes national barbecue day, with a parade on the side.

I, for one, had a parent in the Korean war and knew a set of stories of what the military had to do from father’s perspective.  I was also married to a veteran – now the ex, so had personal experience within the military community.  They are a fine community, dealing with horrific situations on a daily basis.  I’m so tempted to wax political for the moment, but will stop and note that we are blessed with the heritage that actually existed.

I had seen these cameras at the Walmart and thought they were to keep track of inventory and used for 1) evidence in case of theft, 2) monitoring movements of patrons to better calculate placement of sales.  Those thoughts were way too short.  Now, if Walmart is utilizing this technology, where else is it?

For those who don’t believe that zero is a muslim, consider the meaning of this cartoon.

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