Not Like Before?

Every time I hear someone say, send American forces in to destroy ISIS, has never thought such action through. Place uniformed American looking fighters, to do battle with a non-uniformed foe among a civilian population in a Southwest Asian country bordering the Mediterranean, is like the American Revolution and the Viet Nam war all over again rolled into one, history tells us just how both of those efforts turned out.

 

One Hell Of A Week

Well, last week has been one hell of a week for news, shocking how some in media fault The President for his seemly lack of leadership. They gage leadership by the use of ‘trash talk’, we are going to go out and get those sons of a…is not leadership but grand standing and that has never won a war or battle…It was ‘trash talk’ that lead to the invasion of Iraq then the rise of ISIS, but this time there is a President with a cool analytical mind…let us be thankful for that as we continue to march on and on into whatever 2015 has to offer…

 

To What End

I have one regret that I will not be around in say one or two hundred years to see those nations that are currently or will be more immigrant heavy as they step up to be the new world leader among nations. Nothing pushes a nation toward innovation like immigrants, who came from nothing and learn to do so much more with so little. Whether one consider it ill or will, there was an American century, immigrants made it happen. As I look around today at those proposing a new isolationism which will only bring about stagnation as other nations take the lead into the next century and beyond. There will always be those who will engage in crime, but far more who will toil in the fields picking vegetables for a generation before sending their offspring off to university. Hope is for all those willing to stand in line for years for a chance to become an American or risk their lives forging a swift moving river for the same end, America or bust, the payoff cannot even be imagined those born on a blanket in the Sudanese desert, but something inside keeps saying there must be something, someplace better than this, they say it’s called America, I can almost hear her calling, come to me, come to me…dead or alive, come to me…

 

Enjoy The Game

Once a week a preacher stands and deliver a sermon, with some modifications, the choir has heard before, few in the congregation will find anything radically new either, which gives rise to the phrase, ‘preaching to the choir’. When it comes to choosing news media do you lean toward a liberal or conservative orthodoxy, if you constantly choose one or the other, then you are not being truly served by media. The President will make a statement, depending on the slant of the media, the statement will be sliced and diced to support a point of view. These days the only way to really judge the meaning of a Presidential statement is to view it in its entirety on an option like C-Span. Even with that viewing you will be bringing with you the vestige of the liberal or conservative media that has been fined tuned in your mind over the years, which ever be the case. The only cure for this is to stop routing for the home team and just enjoy the game…

 

All Over Again

It has come to light that one Isis terrorist posed as an immigrant smuggled himself into Paris was among the killers. What does this mean for all immigrants, particularly from Syria seeking asylum in the United States? Everything. It’s like Willie Horton all over again, where one incident colors the fate and efforts of thousands. It can and has been argued that had Democratic Presidential Candidate Governor Michael Dukakis not supported a criminal furlough rehabilitation program that freed him (Horton) to commit other crimes may have had a far better chance of winning the election. Willie Horton’s actions and one smuggled terrorist may have deprived others in a rehabilitation program and some Syrian immigrants from another chance at a normal life, which should not have been the result. My mother used to say, One Monkey Don’t Stop No Show’, taken from an R&B song recorded by Stick McGhee and his Buddies in the 1950’s, should not be true but sadly it has always been….

 

A Nation Well Served

Let us take two candidates running for office of equal resources, one an educated intellectual the other a trash talking commoner; who do you think will get the most press coverage? It has never been a good idea to intellectualize a problem out loud, the public is not interested in deep thinking, which is why few university professors will ever be elected President of the United States, the trash talker will win out every time. To hear the intellectual, speak, it can be heard, that sounds logical, to hear the trash talker speak, it can be heard, let’s get those guys and like an excited mob out for blood, they storm out to do whatever is asked. While the intellectuals weigh both sides of the issue and the consequence of each action and proceed from there in a calm orderly manner. What is best for the nation, that is for you to decide, and may the best person win…Unless hair color is of importance.

To editorialize, the nation chose a deep thinker in the last Presidential election, without any of the mob mentalities and little if any trash talking which tend to give the impression of no action, able to set a course toward a logical satisfactory end…the nation has been well served…

 

I Lift My Lamp…

Want to watch a truly idealized movie displaying the American characteristic equation, turn to old Hollywood of the late 1930’s and 1940’s, movies that were made by immigrants who’s vision of America is clearly defined, not that a native born could not have made such movies just not as luminous because of what fire they had to walk through to become an American. Film historian Ian Freer remarked, ‘The American dream personified’ in a Frank Capra film. A brand new crop of immigrants is knocking at the door wanting to be as resourceful and innovative as those who came before. A society without the renewing effect of immigrants soon grow stale and nonproductive. ‘I lift my lamp beside the golden door’…means more to an immigrant then any native born will ever know, and yet there are those who will gladly snuff out that spiritual illumination to all but a frivolous few as if to say ‘I got here first, now go away, there is nothing for you here, go away’…