I just sold my cherished tractor. I hated to do it. But worse, I asked far too little money, and my greatly underappreciated wife Wendyl bore the burden of endless phone calls and inexcusable idiots while I was in Louisville.
Watching the selfish, dangerous drivers carom and jockey over the I-65 bridge, and hearing of the lying, cheating fools my wife had to suffer with the sale of my D-15 makes me more fully understand why we’re going to get a ruthless, lawless dictator. Oh yes. We’re going to get one good and hard.
We have corrupt government because we Americans are corrupt. But there’s more to it than just that.
The saying, “Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me” just doesn’t do justice for we of European descent and/or Judeo-Christian beliefs.
What do you say to people who’ve been completely self-hoodwinked every election cycle for a hundred years? What witticism can you impart upon a people that rebuff their traditions and self-professed beliefs to rebuild self-deceptions every day throughout their lives, and defend their foolishness with idols and slogans? What sooth applies to a culture whose flowering gave freedom and wealth to more people in more ways and to a greater degree than had ever happened before in human history…and then threw it all away? What do you say to a people that call themselves brilliant and wise, only to then just stop having babies and disappear from the earth leaving behind only their debt and destruction?
By the numbers, fewer than five percent of all Americans (about two percent in most places) vote for Rule Of Law, governed government, sound money, and/or the simple logic that applies to all physical objects and creatures. I have no figures on how many people have actually read their state and federal constitutions…the contracts that determine their wealth, education, longevity, freedom and security; but I’m guessing far less than one-half of one percent. It’s my experience that even among those who share my views on most things political, a tiny fraction actually knows their rights as citizens.
Those who have anything like a Judeo-Christian system of morality have a birthrate of about 1.6 – a dying breed indeed. We give well over half of everything (time, money, service and debt) to our politicians who we know are full of, well…whatever.
Now, despite the wheezing death-rattle of “liberty movement” energy that I’ve seen lately, I’m afraid we’re just too late and too few to rebuild this nation according to constitutional design. The USA has been dead for too long to revive it, and most have no interest in it anyway. At least 98% of your neighbors have chosen your fate.
I confess it’s hard for me to even look at people knowing that they’ve sold themselves into serfdom, their children into slavery, and their heritage into oblivion. I am flat disgusted that to most people, those with a record of lies and errors are called “Honorable…” while those who’ve been right all along are called “fringe,” and “losers.” I’ve met too many people who’ve smugly called me “a dreamer,” while they have personally chosen a slithering, beheading nightmare for us all.
I want a simple thing, but one that doesn’t exist anywhere in the world right now. I want Rule of Law under existing state and federal constitutions, as written. That’s all.
What we have instead is humanity’s ancient default state of political idolatry, authoritarian violence and self-destruction.
Maybe Texas has enough patriots within its borders to effectuate sanity, but probably not. Maybe China will learn from our mistakes and become the light of the world. But probably not.
Liberty is a rare and precious thing. Historically speaking, it almost never happens. The liberty enjoyed by Americans 100 years ago never happened before. It may not happen again.
We will certainly have to live our remaining years in ways quite unlike what we know today. Political promises have turned to massive corruption and debt, so we’ll have to depend upon each other once again. We’ll have to learn that caveat emptor never died. We’ll have to relearn healthcare and how to warmly, sympathetically deal with aging and mortality without the cold, tax-paid/tax-deferred institutions that sweep our family issues under a rug. And amidst the rising crime of an unjust, insane culture, we’ll have to protect ourselves, because government protects only itself…against you.
So, with such grim prospects determined by my fellow citizens, I need to readjust my thinking. And I need to readjust it according to my own Christian understanding. I should walk my talk, in other words. I’m just a visitor here. All the madness around me shouldn’t affect me. I must try harder to do my best and let my heart be untroubled.
And amidst all the ugliness of a people prone to evil and slothful in good, I must recognize and cherish what’s good and wholesome.
My wife, first and foremost, has, through all my political and business sturm und drang, been a hardworking, supportive, loving and noble companion. I can’t say enough about that woman. She is certainly my better half, and has made my eccentric family work.
Then there’s my church family. The Bloomington Reformed Presbyterian Church is a wonderful branch on God’s vine. I will miss them greatly; but I’ll do my best to support their cause while I’m in Houston.
I’ve lately found another family that I feel like calling my own.
Some of you may know that I’ve been working in Louisville for the last few months, and that on most weekdays, I’ve crashed at the home of my friend Dr. Eric Schansberg.
Every now and then you meet someone who gives form to the phrase “fruit of the spirit.” The Schansberg family has been a welcoming, encouraging and strengthening comfort in my life at just the time when I needed them.
The last few months would have been painful indeed, and may not have turned out so well at all if it weren’t for these people that God put in my path.
I have so many good friends. My friends in the freedom movement are my brothers and sisters. I’ll not try to name names here; the list would be too long, and I’d feel awful should I offend by omission, or by putting the names in the wrong order.
I love you guys.
This is the perspective I should keep. It’s certainly the one I prefer.
I love to know those I love. I should let evil nonsense fall past me like water off a duck’s back.
I have been Blessed. I’ve been shepherded through life and I’ve never really wanted for anything. Not really, anyway.
Yes, it grieves me to see the violence my fellow humans are doing to themselves.
But I’ve offered to help many, many times in very public ways. Having two-and-a-half-million people tell you to buzz off on a single day should tell me that they have what they want.
And I have what I want.
Good friends, and a God who’s smiled on me for over a half century.