A Dawg’s Dog

So, I’ve pinned a new post here. If you’re just finding your way here, whether you were dragged here by someone, or you stumbled upon this little spot on the internet – and stumble you must if the first option is not in effect – you may wonder “what’s with the name?” Well, I’ll direct you way down yonder where you can find the beginning. Dogs, wolves, coyotes — they travel in packs, hunt in packs, search in packs. Every so often one goes rogue; hears a different call; breaks from the hunt; splits off; makes a break; follows another scent; and gathers its own pack. They still share the same origin. They are what they are — dog, wolf, coyote, but they have a different calling. That’s me.

You? You’re welcomed to follow, if you choose. Maybe it works for you. Or maybe you were meant to follow a different trail; build your own pack.

Crumble

You know, I grew up in a Navy family. We lived from coast to coast. I was surrounded by other military kids most places I lived. Yeah, mostly white kids, but not all. I also rode a bus at one time where I was only one of a handful of white kids on the bus. Those were the days when the bus was filled as full as it could get. By the time we got to school every seat was filled and so was the aisle between them. Though that bus was packed with mostly chocolate brown skin, I wasn’t treated any different. In fact, since I was one of the youngest on the bus, many of those other kids kind of took care of me. I didn’t really notice a difference between us, maybe the way others spoke, the kinds of things that made them laugh, maybe the differences in the way we dressed, but those are things that make all kids different.

Those experiences really taught me that the only thing that mattered was the individual. I’ve kind of lived in a way that said, if you respect me, I’ll respect you. I’ve met people of all colors, persuasions, ethnicity. As an employee and then a manager, I learned everyone is different in some ways, but one thing everyone wanted was to be treated with dignity and respect.

One thing which makes us different is culture. It doesn’t matter if you grew up in Mexico, or the Appalachians; the plains of the Texas Panhandle or the heart of Jersey — culture, the people you grew up with, the food you ate, the festivities you celebrate, the church you grew up in, and the kids on your block, become part of your culture.

I’m kind of a mix of white European, Anglo-Saxon origin. My mom was from the Appalachians, a Hillbilly. Her family history goes back to England. My dad was French-Canadian, and goes back to Finland. Beyond that, I can’t say.

As a young man, I grew up loving this country. I had the full volume of the World Book Encyclopedia in my house at the age of six years old. I loved going through that thing and learning about things, especially history, and our country. Initially, I looked at the pictures. Then I learned to read it. I wrote reports on Presidents Lincoln and Kennedy in the third grade, largely using information I garnered by going through those books. In eighth grade we had civics, and I learned how our government and society was set up. I had black teachers and white teachers, men and women. I knew what the melting pot was all about – how out of different individuals, different cultures, different histories a nation of one was made.

I spent time in Virginia, the heart of our founding. I visited Williamsburg and Jamestown as a young boy. We took field trips to civil war battlefields. I spent time in Philadelphia and saw the Liberty Bell when I was about six or seven years old. In Virginia, we studied Virginia history in the second grade. I knew about the Founders and even then I realized we had something unique here in this country. I grew up saying the Pledge of Allegiance every morning before we started our school day. Through grade school, high school, and college, I had state history, US history, and World History.

There’s been a lot of hindsight over the past few years. You know what they say about hindsight — its 20/20. There is a reason they say that. Things look different in the moment. Aw, when I look back over my life, there’s lots of things I’d do different if I had the knowledge then that I have now. Not, necessarily to change the course of my life, but things I feel I could have made a better choice on. But those mistakes, they became part of me and made me who I am.

Despite their flaws, we were given a gift from God through a group of imperfect people. Yes, for a long time the average American learned to revere our Founders, lifting them up atop a pedestal, treating them as if they never made a mistake. Historians always knew, there were flaws, slavery being one of the biggest blights on some of them, and our nation. Novels, biographies, and documentaries were made throughout history that documented their lives, and broke out the truths, but still, to the public, to the student, we had a tendency to treat them as if they were unbroken, perfect.

Shit, they were just men. Living in a time – living in a flawed time. Just like us. Even the people today who have tried to vilify them, are living in a time – flawed people living in a flawed time. And history will one day judge these people, what will it say about them?

Yet, these flawed men – men who weren’t perfect, somehow came up with a system of government, which surpassed all the governments on earth. Not a democracy, because democracy is mass rule. People, if you ever studied Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar, and read Mark Antony’s speech, you understand that people become stupid as a mass. Mass rule is bad. Mass rule discards the mind of the minority. It trounces upon the liberty of the individual. It rolls over your rights in the name of group think.

So, these flawed men, gave us a Republic, if we could keep it. A system of government which is run by the people, but maintains liberty and individual rights by the protection of a Constitution. This document – a crinkled, yellowed paper – protects us from the very government which we chose. Its intent was to establish rules for government which do not impede, remove, or trample the rights of the individual, and which allows us to operate as a group of people. Their vision was for Federal Power to be limited by this document, and all rights not expressly given to that Federal government to remain in the hands of State Government, which was, of course, closest to the people.

However, somewhere in our history, this idea was subverted. Certain people wanted to center power in their own hands, taking away the power of the people. They slowly erased, pulled at the strings, stole, and eroded the intent, of these flawed, but blessed men, building Washington DC into a hammer with the strength of Mjollnir. They opened Pandora’s Box, and as much as they try to control it, they cannot. It will be our and their demise. They did what wasn’t meant to be done. They removed the cornerstone, and the building has begun to crumble.

They took away state’s rights, the people’s rights. They said we all have to be stamped into the same form. And the only form they could come up with was the form of weakness.

Example: 68% of Americans are supportive of immigration. Most of us realize that we ALL come from some immigrant status. I know, I know, except for the natives you say. I say, go back in history. Natives immigrated as well. They just did it before the rest of us. They came across a land bridge between 30,000 -12,000 years ago (or so history says). But we are a country of laws, rules, which help us govern our society. We largely agree that immigration is a good thing, but illegal immigration is a bad thing. In fact, 55% of US adults say that illegal immigration is a critical issue in the country. Its not that we don’t want people, we just want them to follow the rules. And yes, the rules need attention. The process our government has set up for immigration is broken, but we don’t throw the baby out with the bathwater. We enforce the rules, and then we try to fix the rules.

But this wouldn’t help the agenda. The agenda is to bring this nation in line with other nations. To create a global nation, erase the sovereignty of individual nations, make no nation better than another. Weaken Europe and the America’s, and make them no different than anywhere else. With legal immigration, we stay a melting pot. We welcome others into our society, but we remain a society of a collective people. We assimilate others into us. We are still people of different cultures, histories, and backgrounds, yet we are a people of one nation, with the same ideals, which are set up in that crinkled, yellow paper. Illegal immigration sets up separate societies, people who never really become part of us, Americans.

Here’s another example of how the foundation is beginning to crumble. We are now trying to erase history. We are removing monuments, statues, anything which could be an awful reminder of our past. But we are who we are because of the past. You are you, with your mistakes, your errors, your wrong turns, your corrections, your redirects, your learned experience. Without those things, you would not be who you are right now. A nation is no different. Context is fine. Looking back honestly on our mistakes keeps us headed in the right direction, but removing what brought us here, doesn’t change the past. History forgotten is history repeated.

You want another example? There has been a lot of twisting of this idea of church and state over the years. Our constitution – remember is a protective document. It limits Federal Government, giving all other powers not directly assigned by it back to the states to decide. There is no “wall,” no separation of church and state in the constitution.

The First Amendment of the Constitution says:

Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or
prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of
speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to
assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.

Many of our founders came here because they wanted religious liberty. In England, they had the Church of England. They wanted to worship differently. They set up our constitution to prevent the Federal Government from founding, insisting, demanding, or establishing a National Church, and keeps if from prohibiting any form of worship or religion. Because it does not control religion, that power belongs to the state or to the people as individuals. In fact, a state could have its own church, established by the people. Ever wonder why Pennsylvania is called the Quaker State? Because William Penn and other Quakers established it.

The wall of separation is largely contributed to Thomas Jefferson, where he mentions this idea. However, the document in which it was mentioned is a letter to the Danbury Baptist Association. His point was that there was a wall of separation from Government toward religion, not the other way around. He says:

Believing with you that religion is a matter which lies solely between Man & his God, that he owes account to none other for his faith or his worship, that the legitimate powers of government reach actions only, & not opinions, I contemplate with sovereign reverence that act of the whole American people which declared that their legislature should “make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof,” thus building a wall of separation between Church & State.”

His statement and sentiments are exactly in line with our constitution. This does not mean, one’s religious beliefs cannot have impact upon government, but that government cannot have impact upon religion. Yet, we have abandoned this principle because some believe we should wall off and whitewash our government from any moral, or religious belief. George Washington said in his farewell address:

“Of all the dispositions and habits which lead to political prosperity, religion and morality are indispensable supports.”

Again, indicating that religious and moral influence within government or the nation as a whole, is “indispensable.” In fact, George Washington, in this farewell address to the nation, offered several warnings to his foundling nation, warnings which have not been heeded. If you care to read them, you can find them here. And if you read them, you will see why we are beginning to crumble. Controlling national debt, care towards dividing into political parties, avoiding foreign entanglements and encumbering alliances, remaining rigid in support of the constitution, and being united as a country are just some of the warnings our first president offered 228 years ago.

One last tug at the cornerstone. Lincoln said, “A house divided against itself cannot stand.”

The Watch

With the roar of the rolling surf echoing in the background, an old man walked along the beach, his cane sinking into the sand with his footsteps. As his ancient eyes scanned the scene before him, the beige, wet landscape littered with rocks, pebbles, and seashells of different sizes, his eyes landed upon the glint of sunlight reflecting from a metallic object. He paused in his shuffle to reach down for the object, a tiny gold gear. Mere inches away, the surf revealed another, and then yet another, each glowing in the midday sun.

He held the small sprockets in his hand, wondering about their relevance, and the happenstance which had brought them to his attention. Having been a jeweler most of his life, the objects brought recognition to his mind. The winding wheel, the crown wheel, and the center wheel of a pocket watch lie in his wrinkled palm. While gazing at his hand, he saw another glint of sunlight upon the wet sand at his feet. Using his cane for balance, he bent his creaking knees to lift the small nub of a gold winding crown.

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Cool, Clear Water

I stood at the kitchen sink not too long ago, staring as the water from the faucet filled up a pitcher of water. The light from the window glistened off of the moving liquid, sending sparkles of diamond beams as its shape changed. In that moment, that simple beauty of movement and light, I thought about the liquid filling the vessel; how vital it is to our very existence; how wonderful it looks in natural movement. In a world filled with chaos, there is order, natural law, and organization of which this simple liquid plays a major role in life on the big blue ball.

This may seem low brain activity to some, but in the world of convenience to which our society has become accustomed, we often overlook things which our ancestors struggled to obtain and which they treasured.  There are places in the world where this life sustaining puzzle piece is scarce, impure, or unavailable. Though in the United States, we concern ourselves with the possibility it may be depleted, we are far and away from a time when our pioneer relatives had to carry it from a well or a stream into the cabin or soddie.

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Book of Wishes

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It was originally about two inches thick. Later it dropped to half that size, but it was still filled with nearly anything you could imagine. JC Penney’s tried, but nothing could compete with the Sears Christmas catalog. The colorful, collection of each Christmas season’s dreams and wonders first published in 1933 with the name Sears Christmas Book. Richard Sears first published his original Sears Catalog in 1894, calling it a Book of Bargains. Around the country the Sears catalog was often referred to as the book of wishes. In 1968 Sears officially named the catalog the Christmas catalog the Sears Wish Book.

From ant farms to zeppelins, Holly Hobbie dolls to Red Ryder BB guns, it served as the research document for informed Christmas lists (complete with footnotes) from around the world. Speaking from experience, I can tell you that letters to Santa often included page numbers from the Sears Wish Book. The book was often perused over the season, as the dreams and goals changed. Folded page corners, circled item numbers, torn out pages left on the kitchen counter as subtle reminders, the book was definitely ready for the trash can by the time New Year’s day arrived.

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Settled Science

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I try to stay somewhat apolitical on this page, and I’ll do my best here. I like to write, so I do think about words, what they mean, and how they are used. There’s been a lot of use of the term Settled Science in the past few years. Its been used to describe different subjects including weather and climate, disease, origin, humanity, and energy. To be honest, it’s tossed around by both sides. To me, there is something a little conflicting in the use of that term – Settled Science. It is often used to dismiss the differing theories, opinion, discoveries, and even the search for other answers.

So, what is science?

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Boycott or Cancel

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There has been a lot of conversation, and even action, on the political front with companies or corporations getting involved in politics. On one side of the aisle are those who want to CANCEL companies and individuals based upon their positions. Cancelling involves trying to remove them from existence; eliminating the competition in whole. Attacks are aimed at doxing, blocking, obstructing, and destroying the opposition using whatever means necessary.

On the other side of the aisle are those who promote boycotting companies by taking their money elsewhere. Some contribute that boycotting is the same as canceling, but it is not.

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Main Street

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Man, I drive down Main Street in our dusty little county seat on a Saturday, and it’s a ghost town. During the week it’s fairly lively, but on the weekend its dead. Tumbleweeds have more movement. Parking certainly isn’t a problem, but then why would you be parking? There isn’t a store open after 12 noon, and there were only three that bothered to open at all. It’s sad, but it’s also expected.

It’s no secret, I managed a big box before I got laid off. That’s what got this page started in the first place. And though it wasn’t in this town, we were often vilified for “Killing Main Street.” It is one of the biggest bullshit stories you’ve ever heard and people eat that crap like it was coconut cream. No doubt, Big Box Retail presents a challenge for small business and for cities and towns that have lived on that apple pie way of thinking since their founding. Don’t get me wrong, I worked for Big Box, but I root for the small box. I’m as freaking Americana as they come. I grew up on Leave it to Beaver, Hazel, My Three Sons, and Father Knows Best. All that sixties/seventies nuclear family stuff is in my blood.

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A Little Perspective

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First of all, let’s all agree that the needless death of an innocent individual or group is always a tragedy. No one wants that perpetuated. We can all feel the horror and the pain, share the sorrow and disappointment, and recognize these mass killing events are a stain on our society. It pulls at our emotions; it pains our hearts; to see children and others as targets for warped and frustrated individuals within our society. Anyone who dies at the hands of another beyond the bounds of war, is senseless, unfathomable, and disturbing. But the key in this is at the hands of another individual, individuals who have either found no value in human life, have reached their own tragic end and hope to take others with them, find some freakish joy in celebrity and going out in a blaze of glory, or have been harmed both emotionally and physically all of their lives. Individuals. Those responsible.

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