A week ago, I happened to bump into a former teacher who decided it would be fun for his own reasons to make a 6 year old run laps, in dress shoes, when he had a note from home expressing his parents desires to not aggravate a medical condition he had.It was perplexing as the child cried, limped, was clutching his side in pain just why someone would decide to thwart his parents orders.
I observed this teacher twice. Once in his element, where he was loud yet, only speaking to the pretty girls who he somehow believed had a thing for a 70 year old and then on the street, coming out of a pharmacy, a prescription in his hand, actually fading into the street, alone, no support, and not so much the person he thought he was, but the person he really was, absolutely nothing.
It is amazing in the things people note in people in and out of their elements, and famous people behind a screen and in real life. I have met enough famous people to note that most are not much more than fiction in real life.
For example, to see Tom Daschle on television, one would think he is quite a large person, but in reality he is short, unimpressive and has deep acne skin.
I was fortunate in life in I had an Uncle, who was a real life John Wayne, in looks and character. I was also fortunate in having the real John Wayne as a role model for my life when casting about as a child in who I would emulate. America is a poorer nation in not having these larger than life characters to inspire and guide us. The last real persona America had was Ronald Reagan, and he was amazing in while his movies were of a person not of great inspirational quality, he was in real life a John Wayne persona who accomplished all what Mr. Wayne did on the silver screen.
Hollywood really does not have any stars anymore. They just have creatures who need attention. The actors who did seem to have talent fall by the wayside. The current icons are nothing to real stars and people are fooling themselves into thinking as much, as much as thinking the current crotch queens and blue jean queens of country music are what a Johnny Cash was.
Look at the Super Bowl, there are no rockers anymore. They have to hire 60 year old men and had to scratch the bottom in Bruce Springstein this year.
Americans are being cheated as there are no Hubert Humphries or Tip O'Neill's in the Democratic Congress to lead and the occupant of the White House is nothing more than fairy pee misting the air with the perfume of delusion.
Our Generals have all the advanced toys, know the science of warfare, but they have no leadership or presence to inspire our fine Soldiers where each platoon now is it's own Alamo, serving quietly in it's own unknown heroism.
I'm reminded in these times of Jeremiah the Prophet in how Jerusalem in the last days before Nebuchadnezzar took the city, how we are a nation of a vassal king, malevolent princes prowling about, people eating their own sh*t and calling it a meal fit for the gods, and a populace so void they are begging for more sh*t because the lords are eating it.
It all though drives the Spiritual person on as they know there is nothing to go back to and the people who mattered are spirits in a place we are straining to be a part of as this world holds nothing of importance as we have nothing in common with the common called grand here now.
So as the rabid dogs of Obama snarl at protecting the self esteem he gives them and sycophants like George Stephanopoulos carry on this mirage pretending they are a man like David Brinkley, it all becomes more amusing as one watches a situation where these simpletons are sticking their heads in lion's mouths, unaware of the outcome, and telling everyone else to trust them and do the same.
Birdie Obama has in a few weeks taken America from a state where nations actually feared her under George W. Bush, to one where they are either lecturing, mocking or threatening her.
There is a vast difference between the bully hiding behind laws picking on children when no adults are around and a man facing bullies down.
America will only survive from this point on in the Citizen, the rugged individual, taking that same initiative which they crossed an ocean for, crossed mountains and forests for, and, endured in flood, famine, pestilence and death, because there was nothing for our people to go back to and it was all they could do.
Let the mob have their enclaves as that is where the predators will gather. It tis the season of the long hour before the dawn, when the night speaks it's hard won thoughts to the heart, and dreams of a tomorrow when the fight will be his, and not their's.
I come in saunter coming.
I come in wretched eve
The ground I stand is mine in hand
It is the land I never leave.
I hear the beckon calling.
I hear the soul doth grieve
My heart it beats never to retreat
It is the land I never leave.
Though the day might be victory
Though the day might bereave
From my somber grave to my life I save
It is the land I never leave.
I hear the light come calling.
The day drawn from her sheath
With powder dry and not one question why
It is the land I never leave.
Lord possess me past thee end in Jesus Name. Amen
agtG
