Opus 2018-243: How About a Red Bull?

One of the memes going on today seems to be having a Beer for Brett.  While I support the effort I don’t drink, so I can’t join the movement.  I have a suggestion for those of us who are teetotalers.  I would suggest Dr. Pepper for Due Process, Perrier for Presumed Innocent or Red Bull for Rule of Law. 

It is a good day to celebrate but keep in mind that the forces of tyranny will only back off far enough to get a running start.  Their entire goal is to force socialism so that we can all be equally poor and bound.  Expect them in your churches and public parks.  They can show up at your weddings or your next high school football game. 

Expect it.  They will come.  Be ready.  Stand strong.  It might be better to have the Red Bull and stay alert than the beer and lose control.

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Opus 2018-242: Political Theater in Proverbs

I want to share something I came across in Proverbs today.  As I read it my mind went to a recent political display that most of us have been following.  I will mention no names or point any fingers although I am probably shaking a fist.  It starts with this,

(Proverbs 6:16 KJV)  These six things doth the LORD hate: yea, seven are an abomination unto him:

I have read that many times and reflected on the verses that follow.  Usually I am looking to get my own act together but today it seemed like something that should have been covered by the MSM.  Read this and ponder.

(Proverbs 6:17 KJV)  A proud look, a lying tongue, and hands that shed innocent blood, An heart that deviseth wicked imaginations, feet that be swift in running to mischief, A false witness that speaketh lies, and he that soweth discord among brethren.

I’m going to guess you didn’t need to ponder too long.  I have this feeling that certain faces and actions came to your mind without me saying anything.  If not then you have been playing video games too much.

The things we have seen have created a lot of rage in me and probably in you.  Keep in mind that they are an abomination to God.

It is good to be on the right side.  Again, I will let you fill in the names.

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Opus 2018-241: Kalifornia Is Nice This Time of Year

There is no real need for the uncomfortable celebrities to go to Canada.  Such a download could become a potential cause of conflict and force Canada to build a wall.  We don’t need that when there are ready alternatives withing the lower 48.  Just as I fled the People’s Republik I would encourage the disenchanted to flee the free states.  For those west of the Mississippi I would suggest Kaliforny is the place they ought to be and like the Clampetts they can head to Beverly...Hills, that is.

For those east of the Mississippi I would suggest the People’s Republic of Massachusetts. 

The problem is that they look at how bad things are in those socialist paradises and opt for Texas.  In their rhetoric they hate everything Texas stands for but in their hearts they know it and other states that believe in freedom are the only places where they will be allowed to continue to be so wrong.  In Texas there are still enough people who are working toward a bright future that the liberals can be carried while they protest. 

Perhaps we could propose a tax incentive for people moving to blue states.  We could use the money to extend the wall along the border of California.

I am only 1% joking.

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Opus 2018-240: Election 2018: Choose Your Side

I watch the circus that is our government.  I see the elites who think they know what is best for everyone else and watch them manipulate, lie and cheat.  I find it hard to believe that Diane Feinstien and Cory Booker don’t have a part of their mind that keeps saying, “I am sooooooo wrong.  How do I live with myself?”  You have all seen the cartoon depictions of a little angel on one shoulder and a little devil on the other. 

That is only for cartoons.  I came across some verses in the Bible this morning that reminded me of the real problem.

(Proverbs 4:16-7 KJV)  For they sleep not, except they have done mischief; and their sleep is taken away, unless they cause some to fall.  For they eat the bread of wickedness, and drink the wine of violence.

Does that not describe a lot of the politicians and their media sycophants that we see on a regular basis.  It isn’t a matter of cute little caricatures.  It is a matter of evil little hearts that glory in inflicting mischief on others.  What else would explain the constant ignoring of testimony and basic facts?  How else could they justify setting aside due process, the rule of law and a presumption of innocence?  You need to understand that when they intimidate a Jeff Flake into craven jelly they walk around off camera giving each other high-fives.  When they browbeat a witness with gotcha questions they are swooning with a sense of power inside.

They know what is best for us and don’t care how much they destroy in the process of creating a perfect world.

Of course we also have the potential arrogance of becoming so self-righteous that we join them, just another team in the National Evil Team.  That is why it is important to keep a standard of unchanging right and wrong.  For Christians that starts in the Bible.  For Jews in the books of what I call the Old Testament.  For assorted pagans I would suggest that you consult your sources of moral authority and act on it.  I know where serious Jews and Christians will come down.  I don’t know enough about Buddhists and Hindus to speak with authority.

The battle goes on.  Each of us gets to choose which side we are on.  Sadly it seems like all of the Democrats and too many of the Republicans have already made the choice that can destroy life as we know it.

An election is coming.  Vote before you are forced to revolt.

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Opus 2018-239: Building a Legacy

Which came first the name or the slang?

I am referring, of course, to senator Jeff Flake and the way he has flaked on his responsibility to the Constitution, the country and the people of Arizona.  Actually I am not so concerned about the people of Arizona.  They seem to have a problem.  They are the same ones who brought us John McCain.

Often our slang and vocabulary comes from the name of a person associated with it.  Gerrymandering came from Elbridge Gerry.  Borking describes how judge Robert Bork was treated by the Democrats.  In some future generation people may think that Jeff Flake originated the slang.

Consider it his legacy.  As the Democrats would say, it is accurate even if the facts don’t back up the actuality. 

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Opus 2018-238: Ode to Old: Handle with Care

I thought about getting a new Bible.  Actually I don’t need to “get” one because I have plenty on the shelf.  What I mean is retire my old one and move to a newer printing.

I started using this Bible in 1986.  It is bound in top grain cowhide but after 30 plus years it is breaking down.  The flaps at the top and bottom of the spine are gone and cracks are appearing at other places.  The section I used the most is coming loose from the binding and much of the New Testament is turning yellow, not from age but from the oils in my fingers as I turned pages.  Other parts are pristine and new.  Is it time to move on?

Then I realized the Bible had a lot in common with me.  I am old and worn.  I am frayed around the edges and crumbling in more places every day.  Yet I think I am still serviceable and have a few years left me. 

I think it might last as long as I will.  A new one would be like getting a toupe or using Botox.  I don’t think so.

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Opus 2018-237: Fond Memories

Around my senior year in high school I was very active socially.  That last summer the group of friends and associates I had at church did something every night.

The activities were varied.  They ranged from going to someone’s home to play a card game called Rook to overnight hikes up the mountain.  Although the numbers varied everyone was invited. 

Keep in mind it was a different world.  You could go to Knott’s Berry Farm and spend the evening without spending a dime.  This was before the hippies started hanging around and making it like San Francisco has become today.  There was no admission charge and you only paid for what you wanted.  You could walk around on Hollywood Boulevard without being attacked by perverts, muggers and Antifa.  We used to go to the beach at night for what was called a grunion hunt.  We would build a fire, play our guitars and roast marshmallows until someone yelled, “The grunion are running!”  I don’t think we ever caught a grunion but we built a lot of memories.  One year we realized we had nothing to put the marshmallows on so we stopped on the way for a scavenger hunt.  One of the thing on our list was wire coat hangers.

Our town had a curfew but it was ignored as long as you were not causing trouble.  I can’t think of any neighborhoods that we were afraid to go into.  I never had a key to my house and as far as I can remember the back door was never locked.  It was a wonderful time to be alive.

Things certainly have changed.

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