Showing posts with label Bad Day. Show all posts
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Wednesday, November 7, 2012

These are the Times that Try Men's Souls

I had hoped that my 300th post on this blog would be more positive than this, but things being what they are, it's taking every bit of resolve I have not to crumple into a fetal ball of flesh and pour my eyes out over the re-election of the most corrupt and dangerous president this country has ever had. I could beat around the bush and rationalize away the loss, but that wouldn't be fair to you, my readers, and it wouldn't be honest, either. I'm despairing right now. I'm truly afraid for the loss we suffered tonight. After the 2010 midterms it would appear that our side got over confident about our chances, which contributed to our loss tonight. Over the last few hours I've scoured the internet for even a sliver of a silver lining, but I've been as yet unable to find it. Sure, republicans are in control of the House, but that just means four more years of the status quo since we failed to capture the senate and the presidency, as was required in order to begin rolling back the progressive cancer that has been slowly infecting us for over a century. Alas, for whatever reason, it appears that's not the case, even though allegations of voter fraud are being clung to as a last hope for turning the election around.

Regardless of whether or not voter fraud helped win this election for Obama, it means little to nothing if Romney's team doesn't challenge these votes as illegitimate and take the case before the high courts, as Bush did in 2000. I doubt he'll do it. His concession speech, by all accounts, tells me that no, he will not contest the vote. He has already given up the ghost and will now go on to do whatever it is that failed presidential candidates do. Paul Ryan, at least, will be returning to his seat in the House, so someone with a voice of reason will be there, though he'll still have to deal with John Boehner, and that will be a trial in and of itself. This being the case, I have decided to accept the reality I see before me, and prepare for four more years with President Barack Obama in the White House.

That being said, I thought long and hard for these last hours about where to go from here, and I've decided to continue to, as I've said on occasion, fight the good fight. I wanted to give up. Wanted to believe that we were done. Both as a nation and as a voice for freedom and conservatism. I was ready to pack it up and call it a day, much as Hack Wilson has done. I thought for certain that there was nothing more to be done. The monster we know as Obamacare will now stand even less chance of being repealed, and electing a true conservative to the office in 2016 may be a pipe dream in the making. Yet what else can I do but fight on?

Which brings me to the title of this post. In the tumultuous days between 1776 and 1789, America was fighting a different, more conventional war. We were fighting against the largest military the world had ever seen, the best trained, and the best funded as well. Theirs was a battle of bayonets and bullets, yet it was no more or less trying than our battle being fought today, for our enemy was the same: Tyranny. The more brazen tyranny of King George was more prevalent, of course, but it was no less insidious. Another George was at the head of that fight on our side, one George Washington. And he was losing badly. So badly, in fact, that many among the Continental Army were feeling that desertion and reconciliation with Great Britain was the only route to saving their own lives. This continued for the majority of the first half of the war, until Washington and his men reached the frozen Hell of Valley Forge. Washington's army was broken and dispirited. His undisciplined rabble of farmers and craftsmen were on the verge of defeat. With nowhere else to go, Washington looked to the one being who could see them through: The Father Above.

The famous painting of Washington praying at Valley Forge has always been one of my favorites. It now has become a necessary reminder that we are not the first generation, nor the last, to face a tyrannical regime. These next four years will be long and hard, especially if Obama manages to dodge impeachment for Solyndra, Benghazi, and all the rest of the scandals that have plagued his administration. The one bright spot I see regarding Obama is the fact that he has now inherited HIS OWN mess rather than someone else's. Not that that will stop the Blame Bush crowd. Why should they quit? Obama asked for a mulligan and the American people gave it  to him. Now he has carte blanche to continue his statist agenda and only our Representatives in the House and the half of the country that didn't vote for Obama stand in the way. In light of these revelations, I have decided after serious thought to call this our Valley Forge Moment. We are at the precipice of defeat, but we haven't been beaten yet. We have to form ranks, ready muskets and bayonets, and charge once more into the field of battle. After all, as George S. Patton said, you're never beaten until you admit it.

These are the Times that Try Men's Souls

I had hoped that my 300th post on this blog would be more positive than this, but things being what they are, it's taking every bit of resolve I have not to crumple into a fetal ball of flesh and pour my eyes out over the re-election of the most corrupt and dangerous president this country has ever had. I could beat around the bush and rationalize away the loss, but that wouldn't be fair to you, my readers, and it wouldn't be honest, either. I'm despairing right now. I'm truly afraid for the loss we suffered tonight. After the 2010 midterms it would appear that our side got over confident about our chances, which contributed to our loss tonight. Over the last few hours I've scoured the internet for even a sliver of a silver lining, but I've been as yet unable to find it. Sure, republicans are in control of the House, but that just means four more years of the status quo since we failed to capture the senate and the presidency, as was required in order to begin rolling back the progressive cancer that has been slowly infecting us for over a century. Alas, for whatever reason, it appears that's not the case, even though allegations of voter fraud are being clung to as a last hope for turning the election around.

Regardless of whether or not voter fraud helped win this election for Obama, it means little to nothing if Romney's team doesn't challenge these votes as illegitimate and take the case before the high courts, as Bush did in 2000. I doubt he'll do it. His concession speech, by all accounts, tells me that no, he will not contest the vote. He has already given up the ghost and will now go on to do whatever it is that failed presidential candidates do. Paul Ryan, at least, will be returning to his seat in the House, so someone with a voice of reason will be there, though he'll still have to deal with John Boehner, and that will be a trial in and of itself. This being the case, I have decided to accept the reality I see before me, and prepare for four more years with President Barack Obama in the White House.

That being said, I thought long and hard for these last hours about where to go from here, and I've decided to continue to, as I've said on occasion, fight the good fight. I wanted to give up. Wanted to believe that we were done. Both as a nation and as a voice for freedom and conservatism. I was ready to pack it up and call it a day, much as Hack Wilson has done. I thought for certain that there was nothing more to be done. The monster we know as Obamacare will now stand even less chance of being repealed, and electing a true conservative to the office in 2016 may be a pipe dream in the making. Yet what else can I do but fight on?

Which brings me to the title of this post. In the tumultuous days between 1776 and 1789, America was fighting a different, more conventional war. We were fighting against the largest military the world had ever seen, the best trained, and the best funded as well. Theirs was a battle of bayonets and bullets, yet it was no more or less trying than our battle being fought today, for our enemy was the same: Tyranny. The more brazen tyranny of King George was more prevalent, of course, but it was no less insidious. Another George was at the head of that fight on our side, one George Washington. And he was losing badly. So badly, in fact, that many among the Continental Army were feeling that desertion and reconciliation with Great Britain was the only route to saving their own lives. This continued for the majority of the first half of the war, until Washington and his men reached the frozen Hell of Valley Forge. Washington's army was broken and dispirited. His undisciplined rabble of farmers and craftsmen were on the verge of defeat. With nowhere else to go, Washington looked to the one being who could see them through: The Father Above.

The famous painting of Washington praying at Valley Forge has always been one of my favorites. It now has become a necessary reminder that we are not the first generation, nor the last, to face a tyrannical regime. These next four years will be long and hard, especially if Obama manages to dodge impeachment for Solyndra, Benghazi, and all the rest of the scandals that have plagued his administration. The one bright spot I see regarding Obama is the fact that he has now inherited HIS OWN mess rather than someone else's. Not that that will stop the Blame Bush crowd. Why should they quit? Obama asked for a mulligan and the American people gave it  to him. Now he has carte blanche to continue his statist agenda and only our Representatives in the House and the half of the country that didn't vote for Obama stand in the way. In light of these revelations, I have decided after serious thought to call this our Valley Forge Moment. We are at the precipice of defeat, but we haven't been beaten yet. We have to form ranks, ready muskets and bayonets, and charge once more into the field of battle. After all, as George S. Patton said, you're never beaten until you admit it.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Take two Asprin...

Ugh...Sick as a dog right now. Also, due to a death in the family, I will be busy helping with funeral arrangements for a while and will not be able to post. Keep up the fight, true believers. I'll be back as soon as I'm able.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Ask Not for Whom the Bell Tolls...

The title of this post is inspired by a tragic event. An even that, as of this writing, happened a mere five hours ago at Sutter Roseville in the emergency room. Two years ago, a similar tragedy occurred in the form of the death of my would be Father in Law, Billy Eckhardt, who died of heart failure in his home the very day after two friends of mine were married.


A similar tragedy struck today, as you might have guessed from the timing of this post. Apparently God wasn't happy with just one Eckhardt parent keeping him company upstairs. Just three years after taking her dad, he decided that it was time for her mother to come home as well. This couldn't have come at a worse time. With no employment, my fiance can no longer afford to live in the house they moved into after the one they used to own was repossessed by the bank. Fortunately we have a pair of great friends who are willing to help her out by allowing her to stay with them.

I'm more worried about her mental state, really. So close to the death of her last parent, she's been going on and on about how she could have done something better or different, or how she should have listened a little more so that God wouldn't have punished her by taking her mother away.

I know that's ludicrous, and so does she. The thing that makes this so hard for me to bear is that she's like a lost little girl now that she doesn't have the rock of stability that her parents were. I'm doing my best, but I feel so incredibly inadequate in regards to this, even though I know I'm doing everything expected of me and more besides. I wish to high heaven that comic book physics worked so I could get bitten by a genetically altered insect or bombarded with gamma rays to gain superpowers. Maybe then I'd be able to do enough good to satisfy my conscience.

I don't know...

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

History Once Again Repeats itself.



So there I was, driving along to my weekly game of Pathfinder (I'm a tabletop role-player better known to normal folk as a "geek", and have been since high school) and I suddenly notice that the gauge on the dashboard that monitors radiator heat decided to tilt a little further to the right than I'm comfortable with. After a few minutes of praying that it would go back down, I realized soon that such a thing was not going to happen and had to pull over several times to let the stupid thing cool down. Having been through four other vehicles that had this problem, I realized that there was a big problem coming down the pike. So, after that little bit of drama, I decide to turn around and go home before something bad happens. Too little, too late it would seem.

I stalled on the road at the corner of Stanford Ranch and Sunset in Rocklin, fortunately right near a 7-11 where I could get to a phone right away. I called the better half and told her what happened, then the tow truck and at least managed to get home safely.

The major problem now is that I don't have a car that can reliably transport me to where I need to go. However, there are a few bright sides to this whole dust up.

1. I now am limited in how I can spend my money, thus allowing me to focus on paying down necessary credit card bills, since I no longer have to buy gas, oil, radiator coolant, or any such thing until such time as the car either gets fixed or is replaced. The latter option of those two is more likely, I think.

2. Work isn't a problem, since my co-workers have my back and are willing to transport me to and from.

3. Still don't have to miss the Pathfinder game, since those friends of mine are also willing to pick me up.

4. I made it home safe and sound and am fully capable of getting through this, as it's nothing I haven't been through before.

But just because I'm looking on the bright side doesn't mean I'm not going to need cheering up, so in an effort to cheer myself up, I'm posting this pic of Lucy Pinder.

Apparently though, fate conspires against me even as I attempt to make the most of a bad situation. Now I'm forced to use my fiance's laptop rather than my own, because now my ADAPTER has given up the ghost. Or rather, the connector attachment has. If I had a replacemet there would be no problem, but I don't. Alas.

This promises to be an excellent Holiday season...

Right....

Friday, February 26, 2010

Small Miracle, Major Effect.

Today started off kind of rocky. I was a little late to work, though no later than usual thanks to a little "creative driving." Got to work five minutes late, but still in pretty good spirits. I started working on my assigned tasks and, despite a few bumps, managed to get them done, though I was getting pretty miffed at the fact that my machine wasn't working the way it was supposed to. I didn't really start to get angry until I started making rookie mistakes. Things I should have caught I missed, probably due to my bad mood, though I'm not entirely sure. I was pretty miffed, but still managed to get through the day with all my work completed with minimal hiccups.

Still, I was upset enough that by the time my day was over, I was grumpier than the Dwarf of the same name could ever be. I was leaving the workplace at five thirty, since I had to stay late to cover one of my fellow coworkers' lunch breaks. Not really a problem since I can always use the extra cash. The big event, thoulgh, was what I saw when I left the building, clear as day, and more perfect than I thought anything could ever look:

A rainbow.

That's right, a rainbow. A splash of color created by a mix of sunshine and rain. It was on display as if it were placed there just for me to find, and it immediately cheered me up, as I haven't seen a rainbow in years, much less one that visible and that perfect.

When I saw the image, I immediately remembered the Bible story of Noah and the ark, and what the Rainbow actually means to Christians and Catholics the world over. The rainbow is more than just a ribbon of pretty colors. It's a symbol. A reminder. Specifically, it's a reminder that God will never flood the Earth again, a promise made to Noah and his family once the waters of the Great Flood receded and allowed humanity to flourish once more.

I've been in a bit of a bad place lately. Emotionally speaking, that is. I'm struggling through paying down over 2000 dollars of debt that I racked up because I was a bit freer with the plastic than I should have been, my fiance is unemployed and having trouble finding a job despite all her work at it, and let's not even get into all the crap that's being shoveled out of the White House and Capital Building.

Still, the simple sight of this rainbow reminded me that there are other forces at work in this world. Forces that are way beyond human understanding. It was, I suppose, a reminder that no matter how bad things get, they can always get worse, and they WILL always get better. I wish it were easier for me to remember that from day to day, but apparently I'm having a bit of help in that regard from on high.

I have to confess that I've been questioning my faith this last year as well. Some questions I've been asking haven't been able to answer themselves satisfactorily to me. Why are people who believe as I do ridiculed, mocked, and berated for doing nothing more than standing for their principals? Why is it not okay to be Christian in the most Christian nation on the planet? Why is it okay to believe in a hoax like global warming, but daring to teach children about the Ten Commandments in school is seen as hateful and "backward"?

It just doesn't make any sense to me, the hate. But maybe I'm over complicating this. Maybe I'm so busy analyzing events that the simplest explanation is immediately thrown aside as "too obvious". Simply put, the hate I see, the vitriol I hear, and the events that occur in opposition to any such even slightly religious happening can be summed up in one word: Evil.

Darkness always rails against the light, as they say, and I can only make any sense out of what's happening if I look at it in that regard. The ACLU, for instance, tries to destroy any and all depictions of religious activity in any part of the public square. The attacks on Sarah Palin continue to escalate, with the latest one being a heartless attack on her son Trig, who has Down Syndrome.

I could go on and on about the idea of Darkness railing against the Light as it pertains to Sarah Palin all day long, as new attacks mount about her by the hour. I could go on for an equal amount of time about the ACLU. I won't do that because we all know how bad those things are already.

The point I'm trying to make is that I see so much evil in the world now that I am beginning to lose sight of the good that exists as well, though I am reminded of it from time to time, as I was today with the sight of the rainbow.

I always believed that evil existed, but now I realize that it was largely from an academic point of view that I believed in it. I knew people did evil things, but I always thought that they'd get theirs eventually, and never really noticed the impact those evil deeds and individuals had on other lives. I also knew not to do those evil things myself, and am happy to say that as far as true evil goes, I don't fit the bill. Forgive me if I sound like I'm tooting my own horn here.

Heh. And just now I'm confronted with yet another small miracle. Somehow, some way, I was inspired to go looking for Youtube vids appropriate for complimenting this post, and I find this little gem:



Good advice...I think I'll take it.

Continuing to Fight the Good Fight...