The Ole Book of Wisdom

The old book of wisdom

Lies there on the floor,

We’re all so educated,

We think we need it no more.

It’s full of old sayings

From people long ago,

But they are all dead now,

What could they know?

So we all step around it,

There on the floor,

Cause we’re smart and witty,

And need it no more.

We cry about our lives,

And things just aren’t right,

And there on the floor,

Is a book filled with might.

We tend to over look it,

Cause it’s crusted and old,

When you look at it close,

I think it’s got mold.

Nobody reads it,

To hear what it says,

For the people who wrote it,

Hell they’re all dead.

We think of our ancestors,

For they had it good,

Yet, they wrote the book,

For they understood. ©

George Henry Nichols

Who are They?

They are anyone who does not adhere to the Constitution… You do not have the right to adhere contrary of the Constitution, period. ..!!! Because without the Constitution, you don’t have the right to do or say anything… period… So the one has to precede, anything else. Period!!! And there has to be a loyalty to this idea… Period… Or... you are not American... Period... You are  either with me, are against me. “You are either wearing clothes, or you are naked.” And if you are naked, you should be ridiculed and run out of town.

            Stand up people; Wash yourselves clean of the tar baby and make The Emperor put on some clothes. It really is that simple. Lots and lots of work… But it really is that simple. 
                                                            George Henry Nichols            

If

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too:

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or being hated don't give way to hating,

And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream-and not make dreams your master;

If you can think-and not make thoughts your aim,

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same:

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings,

And never breathe a word about your loss:

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with Kings-nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much:

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

And-which is more-you'll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling

War Inevitable

They tell us, Sir, that we are

weak - unable to cope with so formidable

an adversary. But when

shall we be stronger? Will it be the

next week, or the next year? Will

it be when we are totally disarmed,

and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house?

Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction?

Shall we acquire the means of effectual resistance by lying

supinely on our backs, and hugging the delusive phantom

of hope, until our enemies shall have bound us hand and

foot? Sir, we are not weak, if we make a proper use of

those means which the God of nature hath placed in our

power.

Three millions of People, armed in the holy cause of

liberty, and in such a country as that which we possess.

are invincible by any force which our enemy can send

against us. Beside, Sir, we shall not fight our battles alone.

There is a just God who presides over the destinies of

Nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles

for us. The battle, Sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to

the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, Sir, we have

no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now

too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but

in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged! Their

clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war

is inevitable; and let it come! I repeat, Sir, let it come!

It is in vain, Sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen

may cry, Peace, Peace!-but there is no peace. The war

is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the

North will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms!

Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here

idle? What is it that Gentlemen wish? What would they

have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased

at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty

God! I know not what course others may take; but as for

me, give me liberty or give me death!

Signed

Patrick Henry

The Law

There is much more to law than meets the eye, on the surface, it appears to be a set of rules, but these rules sets us against our instincts, our basic belief, survival of the fittest, so in order for law to work, one has to believe it will work, and live accordingly, and with success come to believe in the law. That is to say, if one is reared by the law, and the law works for this person, and he grows to respond according to the law, than he has sub planted his natural instinct (his animal response) with law. Another way of putting it is, he is now finding satisfaction for food, sleep and sex in the law, instead of through his own natural instincts. He is also likely to pass this belief on to his children, and so on until such time it fails to work any longer for whatever such reasons.

Interesting thing the law, the law is so much a part of us that few (if any) of us even have a clue what our natural instincts even are, though the art of parenting is doing just that, purging instinct from our children and instilling the law. Does that sound like a good thing? Remember, law is a subjective idea, it would not exist without the being and if it didn’t work to some degree. We are going to have food, sleep, sex and babies, period! So in order for law to work, it has to fill these basic needs, for these are the motivators, these are the things that cause man to act, according to what he believes.

If he believes in the law, than he will act according to the law, yet, if he doesn’t believe in the law, and appears to act according to the law, than he is stalking prey! Think about that. Remember, things need to add up. So in order for a culture to have law, its important for its members to believe in the law, and enforce it among those who don’t.

Do you have the right to do that? To enforce a law you made up, subjectively, right out of your mind. For the good of the culture? Who’s to say your law’s better than mine? Does might make right? Does the majority rule? Who’s to say? Yet we enforce laws everyday. Where did these laws come from? Why is it I need to obey them? How does law gain creditability? On what authority can you base law?

Now laws came into practice through several sources, by far the most common is the top dog syndrome, or might make’s right. This occurs when the dominate male starts dictating the rules of behavior to those around him, and are enforced by the brute force of the top dog and/or his cronies. With some success, the rules will tend to take hold simply because they work, because the basic needs are meet with less effort on the part of the individual. As a result, the laws are continued to be used and become part of our belief. At this basic level we call it the tribe.

Now we have to keep in mind that man is very self centered, he is going to have food, sleep and sex, or he will die in the pursuit of the same. So we also have to realize that according to evolution, we are here alone, we are born alone and we die alone. No one can be born for us, and no one can die for us. ‘Morley was dead as a doornail.’ Is what dad use to say. When you’re dead? You’re dead. So that dictates that food, sleep, and sex are as important as life itself.

So with this idea in mind, it is easy to see the limits of the tribe, its growth potential are limited to the thoughts and ideas of the guy in charge. So once you have a law along with traditions which work, the top dog tends to stagnate things. Why? Because he is in charge, and as long as things don’t change, he remains in charge. This can go on for generations, for when the chief dies, the next one in line changes things just enough to place himself in charge, then stagnation becomes the rule of the day, because as long as things don’t change; he’s in charge. So you see the natural progression of the tribe is stagnation.

Now we have established that God is. Now at this point we don’t know who he is or where he is. But that doesn’t limit man from using the idea of God to his own ends. Thus, with this idea of God common among men, many a God has been created to give the law authority above and beyond man, in other words, to give the chief cover, and as this was passed down through the generations, the chief himself came to believe in this God or Gods. But in this case, the law is only as good as its Gods. Now consider; if the God is fictitious , then law based on him will be flawed.

Every now and then a chief would come along who had great wisdom and could see pass his own self interest, with a vision for the people beyond food, sleep and sex. These chiefs, wrote into their law the idea of the people writing their own law. As this idea grew, so did the culture because the law’s limits were raised to the level of the people involved, and thus we had the Greeks, and the Romans, and many of our laws today are based on English law, which in turn is based on Greek and Roman law.

Notice here, we site law by the name of the people who thought it up, and ultimately destroyed it. The Greeks, the Romans, the English. That’s because there is a fundamental difference here. In the case of a tribe, the law is dictated by a king, chief or what have you. He and the God above him are the law. Whereas with the Greeks, Romans and English, the law stood on its own, and was passed on from generation to generation, and those ‘in charge’ administered to the law, but they themselves were not the law, indeed they held the law above themselves. In other words, ’they believed in the law.’

Wondering what killed such great cultures? Why did they fail? There was a time when the sun didn’t set on English soil, now that is a successful culture. What happened?

I call it degeneration. It’s when a culture is so successful, that a steady supply of food, sleep and sex gives way to various forms of distractions, and as the generations pass, we are so busy with our distractions, and because you don’t worry that much about food, sleep and sex, we fail to teach our young the foundations of their philosophy, and why it works. As we slowly forget our philosophy, the one bringing us a steady supply of food, sleep and sex, we begin to think we can write anything into the law and it will be so. And so we do, and the next thing you know, the law, nor the abiding philosophy are no longer based in truth, and begin to fail, but because the culture has forgotten what made them great (the truth) they don’t know how to fix it, after all, those are old fashioned ideas. So as time goes on and the culture weakens because it’s lost, (even though those in the culture are too arrogant to realize it) their enemies come over the wall and loot what’s left, and you have sudden death (to the surprise of the culture). So the law, and its abiding philosophy has to be base in truth, and that truth has to be passed on from generation to generation in tact, and has to be believed by each generation, or they just become predators in the tall grass of the law, bending and twisting it to their own ends. Either you believe in the law, or you don’t. ©

George Henry Nichols

Money, Why it Works, and Why it Quits Working

          In order to build anything, we have to have a steady supply of food, sleep and sex. If we are going to attempt to act contrary to our animal instincts, and act according to subjective ideas like Culture with shared skills. We need a steady supply of food, water, shelter, (a safe place to sleep) and sex.

          What’s the rule of the game? “Thou shall not steal.’ That’s the rule. Thou shall not steal. Now, this statement has a direct default, You have the right to possess. That simple.

          Now food was found through the idea of farming, that a man could grow ten times the food he needs with a plan and an effort. Another man could raise more meat than he could ever eat with a plan and some effort, and so we have the ranch. Yet another man can raise enough flax to clothes himself ten times over. These same men might be drawn together through a common source of water and agree to trade amongst themselves, cloth, for flour, flour for meat, meat for cloth, and so on. So each man can specialize, allowing others to provide certain needs, and together they live better lives than they would each one on his own. They also come to realize that two men can grow ten times what they need, which doubles the surplus, by adding only one man. Then comes the idea of family, with a woman, you can build a work force, and with a work force, you can build wealth.

     These same men might find it necessary to come together as a fighting force in order to protect what they have from others, for the law within a culture, extend only to that culture. So other cultures might find their source of food, sleep and sex by looting what you have built, it calls for less discipline and effort on their part. Now keep in mind that on both sides of this equation are men willing to fight and die for food, sleep and sex. Again, these are the motivators.

          So now we have a culture that’s growing, with many people working at different things, producing wealth, and are now in need of a common tool to help move trading along, into the picture comes the subjective idea of money. You can sell your goods for money, and with that money you can go and buy those things you need that someone else produce’s. It’s a tool to ease trading, a marker, that’s all it is. Now gold has been the standard for money a long time because it is beautiful, resilient and stable, but it’s only value, is the value a man puts on it. If a man does a days work for a piece of gold, than that piece of gold it worth a day work, that simple. What will a day’s work buy? Whatever that piece of gold will buy.

           

          So we have to be careful in how we look at money. Money is the grease of trade, but a day’s work gives it value. For instance, I give you a twenty dollar bill and you go and buy a twenty dollar watch. What’s the value of the watch to you? Zero. Are you going to worry about a thief, are you going to keep it clean and in repair, or even feel like you own it? Why (outside of emotional ties)? Because you have no investment, one minute you don’t have a watch, the next you do. It’s no different than had I given you the watch instead of the twenty dollars. Neither has value. But if you go out and work all day to earn that twenty dollars, and you go and buy a twenty dollar watch, you now have a watch worth a day’s wages. You’ll take care of it, protect it from thieves; repair it, for it now represents a day’s work, a day in your life, and what’s life made of? Time.

          So money represents the work you do, or the time you put into something, and it is a convenience way of storing work already done for future use.  The better you are at what you do, the more your money is worth; therefore the money is only worth as much as the culture puts into it. Money  = Time. You are your money.

          Money is also a powerful tool to try new things, to fuel common projects, to provide for the common defense, to go different places, to see new sights. So you must work money into your philosophy, but keep it in perspective, it is a tool, the work has to be done, or the money has no value. If we slip up and end up believing money will provide, then it doesn’t. Why? Because it isn’t true, you can’t eat gold. Wealth is not built on money, it’s built on work. Regardless of the subjective nature of this discussion, work is real, work is what moves stones, plows fields, herds and keeps track of animals, builds shelters, so on and so forth. So even though money is a subjective idea, it has to be rooted in what is real, what is true or it collapses.

          When the government prints money, and the work has not been done, then the money loses value. Why, because there is no wealth to back it up, the time wasn’t put it. When I was a kid, I could go to Nancy’s Drug Store in Hitchcock and get a burger, fries and a Coke for seventy cent. Now at Sonic, it’s six dollars. Why? That’s how much time the government, who control the money supply, has stolen.

         

          Now there is an inherent danger here, if you can buy food, sleep and sex with money, you might lose sight of how and why it came about and end up believing in money instead of depending on philosophy. If this be the case, and it evolves into the rule and everybody is in pursuit of money, than who’s building the wealth? Keep in mind, money is not wealth, money is simply a tool, wealth is the grain, the ability to ground it into flour, meat, fish, cloth, wood, leather, so no and so forth. So if there is nothing to buy, if no one wants it, than money ceases to have value. You can’t eat gold.

George Henry Nichols 

She was faceless and nameless

She was faceless and nameless

Yet I knew her well,

She used her charm, and spun her wiles

And upon me, she cast a spell.

She took me to a place unknown

And there she showed me all,

And told me if I did not conform

I would surely take a fall.

I followed her, for just awhile

But all I saw was pain.

She said this is the way of life,

For the way of life is plain.

And here she left me all alone

And my soul to ponder.

But then I began to think on my own,

And this place to wonder.

But then I met a different girl,

From the northern part of Wales

She was filled with mirth and joy,

And told quite a different tale.

She show’d me the moon above,

The glory of the night.

But then she said without delay,

Don’t forget, where it gets it light.

Cool and calm and filled with wonder,

Is the nature of the night.

But she led me to the truth of day,

And walked with me, in the glorious light.

©

George Henry Nichols

The Emperor's New Clothes

          I would like you to read the following short story, and a few of my comments, and hopefully, enough interest to finish.

          Please hear me out…

The Emperor’s New Clothes

Once upon a time there lived a vain Emperor whose only worry in life was to dress in elegant clothes. He changed clothes almost every hour and loved to show them off to his people.

      Word of the Emperor's refined habits spread over his kingdom and beyond. Two scoundrels who had heard of the Emperor's vanity decided to take advantage of it. They introduced themselves at the gates of the palace with a scheme in mind.
      "We are two very good tailors and after many years of research we have invented an extraordinary method to weave a cloth so light and fine that it looks invisible. As a matter of fact it is invisible to anyone who is too stupid and incompetent to appreciate its quality."
      The chief of the guards heard the scoundrel's strange story and sent for the court chamberlain. The chamberlain notified the prime minister, who ran to the Emperor and disclosed the incredible news. The Emperor's curiosity got the better of him and he decided to see the two scoundrels.
      "Besides being invisible, your Highness, this cloth will be woven in colors and patterns created especially for you." The emperor gave the two men a bag of gold coins in exchange for their promise to begin working on the fabric immediately.
      "Just tell us what you need to get started and we'll give it to you." The two scoundrels asked for a loom, silk, gold thread and then pretended to begin working. The Emperor thought he had spent his money quite well: in addition to getting a new extraordinary suit, he would discover which of his subjects were ignorant and incompetent. A few days later, he called the old and wise prime minister, who was considered by everyone as a man with common sense.
      "Go and see how the work is proceeding," the Emperor told him, "and come back to let me know."
      The prime minister was welcomed by the two scoundrels.
      "We're almost finished, but we need a lot more gold thread. Here, Excellency! Admire the colors, feel the softness!" The old man bent over the loom and tried to see the fabric that was not there. He felt cold sweat on his forehead.
      "I can't see anything," he thought. "If I see nothing, that means I'm stupid! Or, worse, incompetent!" If the prime minister admitted that he didn't see anything, he would be discharged from his office.
      "What a marvelous fabric, he said then. "I'll certainly tell the Emperor." The two scoundrels rubbed their hands gleefully. They had almost made it. More thread was requested to finish the work.
      Finally, the Emperor received the announcement that the two tailors had come to take all the measurements needed to sew his new suit.
      "Come in," the Emperor ordered. Even as they bowed, the two scoundrels pretended to be holding large roll of fabric.
      "Here it is your Highness, the result of our labour," the scoundrels said. "We have worked night and day but, at last, the most beautiful fabric in theworld is ready for you. Look at the colors and feel how fine it is." Of course the Emperor did not see any colors and could not feel any cloth between his fingers. He panicked and felt like fainting. But luckily the throne was right behind him and he sat down. But when he realized that no one could know that he did not see the fabric, he felt better. Nobody could find out he was stupid and incompetent. And the Emperor didn't know that everybody else around him thought and did the very same thing.
      The farce continued as the two scoundrels had foreseen it. Once they had taken the measurements, the two began cutting the air with scissors while sewing with their needles an invisible cloth.
      "Your Highness, you'll have to take off your clothes to try on your new ones." The two scoundrels draped the new clothes on him and then held up a mirror. The Emperor was embarrassed but since none of his bystanders were, he felt relieved.
      "Yes, this is a beautiful suit and it looks very good on me," the Emperor said trying to look comfortable. "You've done a fine job."
      "Your Majesty," the prime minister said, "we have a request for you. The people have found out about this extraordinary fabric and they are anxious to see you in your new suit." The Emperor was doubtful showing himself naked to the people, but then he abandoned his fears. After all, no one would know about it except the ignorant and the incompetent.
      "All right," he said. "I will grant the people this privilege." He summoned his carriage and the ceremonial parade was formed. A group of dignitaries walked at the very front of the procession and anxiously scrutinized the faces of the people in the street. All the people had gathered in the main square, pushing and shoving to get a better look. An applause welcomed the regal procession. Everyone wanted to know how stupid or incompetent his or her neighbor was but, as the Emperor passed, a strange murmur rose from the crowd.
      Everyone said, loud enough for the others to hear: "Look at the Emperor's new clothes. They're beautiful!"
      "What a marvellous train!"
      "And the colors! The colors of that beautiful fabric! I have never seen anything like it in my life!" They all tried to conceal their disappointment at not being able to see the clothes, and since nobody was willing to admit his own stupidity and incompetence, they all behaved as the two scoundrels had predicted.
      A child, however, who had no important job and could only see things as his eyes showed them to him, went up to the carriage.
      "The Emperor is naked," he said.
      "Fool!" his father reprimanded, running after him. "Don't talk nonsense!" He grabbed his child and took him away. But the boy's remark, which had been heard by the bystanders, was repeated over and over again until everyone cried:
      "The boy is right! The Emperor is naked! It's true!"

      The Emperor realized that the people were right but could not admit to that. He though it better to continue the procession under the illusion that anyone who couldn't see his clothes was either stupid or incompetent. And he stood stiffly on his carriage, while behind him a page held his imaginary mantle.

                                                      Hans Christian Anderson

            Now who this story may read, I have a thing or two to say about it. Right here we find ourselves staring truth in the face, and fail to see it, because we’re tangled in:

             

The Tar Baby

"Didn't the fox never catch the rabbit, Uncle Remus?" asked the little boy the next evening.
"He come mighty nigh it, honey, sho's you born--Brer Fox did. One day atter Brer Rabbit fool 'im wid dat calamus root, Brer Fox went ter wuk en got 'im some tar, en mix it wid some turkentime, en fix up a contrapshun w'at he call a Tar-Baby, en he tuck dish yer Tar-Baby en he sot 'er in de big road, en den he lay off in de bushes fer to see what de news wuz gwine ter be. En he didn't hatter wait long, nudder, kaze bimeby here come Brer Rabbit pacin' down de road--lippity-clippity, clippity -lippity--dez ez sassy ez a jay-bird. Brer Fox, he lay low. Brer Rabbit come prancin' 'long twel he spy de Tar-Baby, en den he fotch up on his behime legs like he wuz 'stonished. De Tar Baby, she sot dar, she did, en Brer Fox, he lay low.
"`Mawnin'!' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee - `nice wedder dis mawnin',' sezee.
"Tar-Baby ain't sayin' nuthin', en Brer Fox he lay low.
"`How duz yo' sym'tums seem ter segashuate?' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee.
"Brer Fox, he wink his eye slow, en lay low, en de Tar-Baby, she ain't sayin' nuthin'.
"'How you come on, den? Is you deaf?' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee. 'Kaze if you is, I kin holler louder,' sezee.
"Tar-Baby stay still, en Brer Fox, he lay low.
"'You er stuck up, dat's w'at you is,' says Brer Rabbit, sezee, 'en I;m gwine ter kyore you, dat's w'at I'm a gwine ter do,' sezee.
"Brer Fox, he sorter chuckle in his stummick, he did, but Tar-Baby ain't sayin' nothin'.
"'I'm gwine ter larn you how ter talk ter 'spectubble folks ef hit's de las' ack,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee. 'Ef you don't take off dat hat en tell me howdy, I'm gwine ter bus' you wide open,' sezee.
"Tar-Baby stay still, en Brer Fox, he lay low.
"Brer Rabbit keep on axin' 'im, en de Tar-Baby, she keep on sayin' nothin', twel present'y Brer Rabbit draw back wid his fis', he did, en blip he tuck 'er side er de head. Right dar's whar he broke his merlasses jug. His fis' stuck, en he can't pull loose. De tar hilt 'im. But Tar-Baby, she stay still, en Brer Fox, he lay low.
"`Ef you don't lemme loose, I'll knock you agin,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, en wid dat he fotch 'er a wipe wid de udder han', en dat stuck. Tar-Baby, she ain'y sayin' nuthin', en Brer Fox, he lay low.
"`Tu'n me loose, fo' I kick de natal stuffin' outen you,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, but de Tar-Baby, she ain't sayin' nuthin'. She des hilt on, en de Brer Rabbit lose de use er his feet in de same way. Brer Fox, he lay low. Den Brer Rabbit squall out dat ef de Tar-Baby don't tu'n 'im loose he butt 'er cranksided. En den he butted, en his head got stuck. Den Brer Fox, he sa'ntered fort', lookin' dez ez innercent ez wunner yo' mammy's mockin'-birds.
"`Howdy, Brer Rabbit,' sez Brer Fox, sezee. `You look sorter stuck up dis mawnin',' sezee, en den he rolled on de groun', en laft en laft twel he couldn't laff no mo'. `I speck you'll take dinner wid me dis time, Brer Rabbit. I done laid in some calamus root, en I ain't gwineter take no skuse,' sez Brer Fox, sezee."
Here Uncle Remus paused, and drew a two-pound yam out of the ashes.
"Did the fox eat the rabbit?" asked the little boy to whom the story had been told.
"Dat's all de fur de tale goes," replied the old man. "He mout, an den agin he moutent. Some say Judge B'ar come 'long en loosed 'im - some say he didn't. I hear Miss Sally callin'. You better run 'long." 
                                                                       Uncle Remus
            For those of you who made it this far, consider; We the American People clothes our politicians in the cloth of the Constitution, and we know they are naked when they step outside these clothes. People, the entire Trump as exposed the entire government as naked..... Something YOU already knew...     

You fail to see it, because you are tangled in the Tar Baby of details, Global Warming, Women’s Rights, Minority Rights, Children’s Rights, Educational Rights, Cell Phone Right, Housing Rights ,“The Right not to go Hungry,” to quote a Nazi cry.

            And how do you fight them?

Too Sharp for Mr. Fox

"Uncle Remus, " said the little boy one evening, when he had found the old man with little or nothing to do, "did the fox kill and eat the rabbit when he caught him with the Tar-Baby?"
"Law, honey, ain't I tell you 'bout dat?" replied the old darkey, chuckling slyly. "I 'clar ter grashus I ought er tole you dat, but ole man Nod wuz ridin' on my eyelids twel a leetle mo'n I'd a dis'member'd my own name, en den on to dat here come yo' mammy hollerin' atter you.
"W'at I tell you w'en I fus' begin? I tole you Brer Rabbit wuz a monstus soon beas'; leas'ways dat's w'at I laid out fer ter tell you. Well, den, honey, don't you go en make no udder kalkalashuns, kaze in dem days Brer Rabbit en his fambly wuz at de head er de gang w'en enny racket wuz en han', en dar dey stayed. 'Fo' you begins fer ter wipe yo' eyes 'bout Brer Rabbit, you wait en see wha'bouts Brer Rabbit gwineter fetch up at. But dat's needer yer ner dar.
"W'en Brer Fox fine Brer Rabbit mixt up wid de Tar-baby, he feel mighty good, en he roll on de groun' en laff. Bimeby he up'n say, sezee:
"'Well, I speck I got you did time, Brer Rabbit,' sezee; 'maybe I ain't but I speck I is. You been runnin' 'roun' here sassin' atter me a mighty long time, but I speck you done come ter de cen' er de row. You bin currin' up yo' capers en bouncin' 'roun' in dis naberhood ontwel you come ter b'leeve yo'se'f de boss er de whole gang. En der youer allers some'rs whar you got no bixness,' ses Brer Fox, sezee. 'Who ax you fer ter come en strike up a 'quaintence wid dish yer Tar-Baby? En who stuck you up dar whar you iz? Nobody in de 'roun' worril. You des tuck en jam yo'se'f on dat Tar-Baby widout waintin' fer enny invite,' sez Brer Fox, sezee, 'en dar you is, en dar you'll stay twel I fixes up a bresh-pile and fires her up, kaze I'm gwinteter bobbycue you dis day, sho,' sez Brer Fox, sezee.
"Den Brer Rabbit talk mighty 'umble,
"'I don't keer w'at you do wid me, Brer Fox,' sezee, 'so you don't fling me in dat brier-patch. Roas' me, Brer Fox,' sezee, 'but don't fling me in dat brier-patch,' sezee.
"'I ain't got no string,' sez Brer Fox, sezee, 'en now I speck I'll hatter drwon you,' sezee.
"'Drown me des ez deep es you please, Brer Fox," sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, 'but do don't fling me in dat brier-patch, ' sezee.
"'Dey ain't no water nigh,' sez Brer Fox, sezee, 'en now I speck I'll hatter skin you,' sezee.
"'Skin me, Brer Fox,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, 'snatch out my eyeballs, t'ar out my yeras by de roots, en cut off my legs,' sezee, 'but do please, Brer Fox, don't fling me in dat brier-patch,' sezee.
"Co'se Brer Fox wnater hurt Brer Rabbit bad ez he kin, so he cotch 'im by de behime legs en slung 'im right in de middle er de brierpatch. dar wuz a considerbul flutter whar Brer Rabbit struck de bushes, en Brer Fox sorter hang 'roun' fer ter see w'at wuz gwinter happen. Bimeby he hear somebody call im, en way up de hill he see Brer Rabbit settin' crosslegged on a chinkapin log koamin' de pitch outen his har wid a chip. Den Brer Fox know dat he bin swop off mighty bad. Brer Rabbit wuz bleedzed fer ter fling back some er his sass, en he holler out:
"'Bred en bawn in a brier-patch, Brer Fox--bred en bawn in a brier-patch!' en wid dat he skip out des ez lively as a cricket in de embers."
                                                                         Uncle Remus

          Just like the damn rabbit; wake up to who they are… and use who they are, against them.

They are anyone who does not adhere to the Constitution… You do not have the right to adhere contrary of the Constitution, period. ..!!! Because without the Constitution, you don’t have the right to do or say anything… period… So the one has to precede, anything else. Period!!! And there has to be a loyalty to this idea… Period… Or... you are not American... Period... You are  either with me, are against me. “You are either wearing clothes, or you are naked.” And if you are naked, you should be ridiculed and run out of town.

            Stand up people; Wash yourselves clean of the tar baby and make The mini emperors put on some clothes. It really is that simple. Lots and lots of work… But it really is that simple.
                                                            George Henry Nichols                                                                                               

The Dangers of Assumptions

When someone has little information. That someone will make assumptions. It’s part of the way the mind works, the mind is operating an on going story, life. Where there are gaps, due to the unknown, we tend to plug in scenarios, to make it fit into the story.

Like Scientist plug numbers in the unknown factor, just to see what happens. Difference is the scientist keeps track of what the unknown factors are. Sometimes, we do not. That is to say, we quietly come to believe the parts we made up. And too many times, we become so attached to it, because to replace the scenario with the truth would involve a lot of readjusting to the on going story, your life. Mentally, this involves a lot of work, because if you are truly seeking the truth, than you will be constantly replacing scenarios with truth, adjusting the way you look at things. This takes dedication, because an open mind is willing to challenge both sides, the part he made up, and the part he thinks is true. Because many times new information proves older information to be invalid, and we have to be willing to make the adjustment instead of ignoring it. But the open mind is also willing to take what it believes to be true, and stand on it, and build on it.

Now, if what I say is true??? Than to do otherwise would be intellectually lazy.