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Sunday, July 29, 2012

A Fool's Prayer


The royal feast was done; the King

Sought some new sport to banish care,

And to his jester cried: "Sir Fool,

Kneel now, and make for us a prayer!"

The jester doffed his cap and bells,

And stood the mocking court before;

They could not see the bitter smile

Behind the painted grin he wore.

He bowed his head, and bent his knee

Upon the monarch's silken stool;

His pleading voice arose: "0 Lord,

Be merciful to me, a fool!

"No pity, Lord, could change the heart

From red with wrong to white as wool;

The rod must heal the sin: but, Lord,

Be merciful to me, a fool!

" 'Tis not by guilt the onward sweep

Of truth and right, O Lord, we stay;

'Tis by our follies that so long

We hold the earth from heaven away,

"These clumsy feet, still in the mire,

Go crushing blossoms without end;

These hard, well-meaning hands we thrust

Among the heart-strings of a friend,

"The ill-timed truth we might have kept-

Who knows how sharp it pierced and stung?

The word we had not sense to say-

Who knows how grandly it had rung?

"Our faults no tenderness should ask,

The chastening stripes must cleanse them all:

But for our blunders-oh, in shame

Before the eyes of heaven we fall.

“Earth bears no balsam for mistakes:

Men crown the knave, and scourge the tool

That did his will; but Thou, 0 Lord,

Be merciful to me, a fool!"

The room was hushed; in silence rose

The King, and sought his gardens cool.

And walked apart, and murmured low,

"Be merciful to me, a fool!"

Edward R Sill

1841-1887

Friday, July 27, 2012

An Interesting Conversation

This was taken from the novel
The Life, Times & Adventures of
Sir George Henry Nichols
or
The Legend of Captain Outrageous
Just prior to this conversation, there had been a dispute over a young girl and whether or not she was to be raped. In the struggle, one man was wounded and the rapist killed, the girl remained untouched.

After the episode with Donald, I began to think just what my life was really worth, and it didn't add up to a lot. The man shot me, outright, no ifs, no ands, no buts, he shot me, and only by the grace of God, am I not the same as he. I caught that ball, I saw it coming, and I caught it. Then Steve shot him dead, just that quick, and I some how wonder, does that make my life worth his, cause that's what he paid with, and was he some how cheated, because I be alive, with him having paid.
I never new what became of the girl, after I turned her over to Morgan, I never saw her again; I suppose he put her on a messenger to Jamaica. I often wondered if it was really about her, it started out that way, I thought, but in an instance, a man was dead, and could have been two. How can this be over a little girl? A little girl I'd never seen in my whole life, and shall never see again. How can this be? I have had men die all about me, and so I can look the other way, for is that not the way of life? For what is one without the other? I was truly upset over Baltimore, but only because of Vicky, if the truth were known. Why is it we value them so much, whether good intentions, or evil? Then I thought, tis the law I upheld, after all, I'm a knight, a Welshmen, a nobleman, but no, somehow, I truly felt it was about the girl.
This so haunted me that I posed the question to Harry in the cool of one evening while sitting about the deck, having a punch, I remember he looked at me real hard, and sitting on a barrel of tallow, leaned back against the mizzen, "Interesting question. Why do we cherish our women so?"
"I can tell 'im a thing or two eh admiral!" came a sharp reply from Crab, a real grubby fellow leaning there against the helm.
"Shu'd up Crab! That's not what he wants to know!" then Harry looked at me and said, "because of their position in life. If you have a good woman, you have everything, a family, someplace to go. Someplace you belong. You have a reason for the things you do." Then rubbing his chin, he went on, "If you have a good woman, you have farms, cities, you have trading, you have a reason to fight, because you have a reason for peace. And a reason to live, because you have a reason to die. She gives you immortality."
I looked at him like he was off his jump, I was sitting on a pile of rope there next to the cabin, "How can you say that, most of the men here don't have women, if fact the little girl I got shot over was the only thing close to a women any of us have seen since we left Port Royal! So what's our motivation?"
"The dream of a good woman," He said rather flatly.
Then Crab said, " 'ow come I got no women?"
"Cause you’re a crab, Crab! You're only as good as your women, and they, only as good as you. That's why there are stations in life, because the likes of you make it so." Then Harry turned to me and said, "If you want a good life, then you need a good woman, and if you want a good woman, then you have to be good. But more important then that, you have to be willing to die for her, whether you know who she is or not! Because if your not willing to die for her, then what good is she, and who wants her," he rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger a moment, and then continued, "so you see, Donald wasn't so wrong, his dream just a little out of hand, but he was willing to die for her," then putting his hand up said, "but you were right to enforce the Articles, by doing so, you too proved you were willing to die for her. So you see without her, you had nothing."
"But perhaps it was the law for which I stood." Thinking myself somehow noble, and to hear his reply.
"It was still about her, you chose the law, which protected her. Donald simply chose her, and because you chose the law, which means that you indeed hold the law above yourself, places you above Donald." Then shaking his finger at me, said, "But it was still about the girl."
"On what do you base this?" I asked.
"'ea!! "ow ya know?" Crab echoed.
"Cause you were willing to die." Harry said.
"One dies for one's country!" I said, hearing my father telling me I was a 'Welshmen, for a Welshmen is a noble breed,' and I knew Henry was a Welshmen.
"One's country is one's women." he maintained.
"What of the children, the sons."
"'ea! What of the bloomin' children." I could tell Crab was enjoying the conversation.
"One's children is one's woman, you just haven’t thought about it." Henry was steady on his point, though I wasn't sure I bought it, although I reflected on something my father said years ago on my first trip to the well, 'Be gone with him to the spring, better for us to make another, least we have a spare.'
"Then if what you say is true, the reason the Spanish is a parcel of cowards...? Is because... They aren't willing to die for their women?" I thought I had him here, I thought for sure.
"Exactly" Henry said in total agreement.
"W'at that you say?" Crab bellowed just as I said.
"Exactly! What do you mean, exactly?"
"The Spanish didn't bring their women. Why? Because their intent is to plunder and take the booty back to Spain, and then return themselves. But unable to resist temptation, they took up with the local women, whom they considered no better than whores or animals, and so littered the countryside with bastards, neither of which is worth fighting for, and certainly not worth dying for." Henry was telling it well. "I promise you, if they would have brought their own women, we would not be here." Then raising his hand, "that's why we're so willing to fight, and indeed go look for the fight, least they bring it home to our women!" I could tell he was pleased with himself, for having thought of it so well.
"But the little Spanish girl wasn't one of my women, she was one of theirs." I offered.
"But you still have the dream, you still dream of a good woman. Therefore, woman is like a treasure in your eyes, regardless of who she is. They don't, to them, women, pesos, women,“ he said holding his hands out like a scale, “they're a gluttony, like the gold, you're only as good as your women, and they as good as you." Then he stood up and walked to the cabin door, opened it, then turned around and added, "And God will abandon the country, who fails it's women, because let us not forget, God's mother, was a woman! And if you remember correctly, man played no part in that scheme."
When he had gone on into the cabin, Crab said, "ya know 'e says it real fancy like and all, but what 'e says is true, a man won't kill ya ov'r alot, but 'e'll damn well kill ya ov'r a touch of tail, and don't ever think 'e won't!" And with that, Crab went off.
I sat there awhile alone, thinking about it all, and wondered if this was true, was this why Vicky haunted me so, unto this day, and with this thought, tears came into my eyes, for she was truly gone.


God of the Copybook Headings

AS I PASS through my incarnations in every age and race,
I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place.
Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.

We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn
That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:
But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,
So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind.

We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,
Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place,
But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come
That a tribe had been wiped off its ice-field, or the lights had gone out in Rome.

With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch,
They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch;
They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings;
So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.

When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace.
They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease.
But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "Stick to the Devil you know."

On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life
(Which started by loving our neighbor and ended by loving his wife)
Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "The Wages of Sin is Death."

In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul;
But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "If you don't work you die."

Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew
And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true
That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more.

As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man
There are only four things certain since Social Progress began.
That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
And the burnt Fool's bandaged finger goes wobbling back to the Fire;

And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,
As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,
The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!

Rudyard Kipling

1865-1936

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

How did you Die?

Did you tackle that trouble that came your way

With a resolute heart and cheerful?

Or hide your face from the light of day

With a craven soul and fearful?

Oh, a trouble's a ton, or a trouble's an ounce,

Or a trouble is what you make it.

And it isn't the fact that you're hurt that counts,

But only how did you take it?

You are beaten to earth? Well, well, what's that?

Come up with a smiling face.

It's nothing against you to fall down flat,

But to lie there-that's disgrace.

The harder you're thrown, why the higher you bounce;

Be proud of your blackened eye!

It isn't the fact that you're licked that counts;

It's how did you fight and why?

And though you be done to death, what then?

If you battled the best you could;

If you played your part in the world of men,

Why, the Critic will call it good.

Death comes with a crawl, or comes with a pounce,

And whether he's slow or spry,

It isn't the fact that you're dead that counts,

But only, how did you die?

Edmund Vance Cooke 1866-1932

Monday, July 23, 2012

Guns, oil, gas,coal & Church



People, quit bragging about your guns. Barking dogs don’t bite. If you threaten and threaten they will come take them, why? Barking dogs don’t bite. I know you think, it just ain’t that simple? But it is. It really is that simple.

Shut up about your guns! They don’t need to know what we have and where it is, and how good you are with it. Defend guns in the market place of ideas. Promote guns to your responsible friends, and promote hunting, a basic survival skill, along with a responsible approach to herd and flock management. Making good use of a resource that God gave us. But otherwise, shut up about your guns. Burn some ammo, support the people making it, maybe stock up a little, but shut up about it.

Speaking of resources, God also gave us our coal and oil reserves, and you’re going to let the devil tell you, you can’t use it. Coming up with a bunch of fancy laws and restrictions based on Idols… Wake up people.  If each man is a good steward, God will take care of the rest. Have some faith and take back your country, your coal, oil, gas, timber, and food resources.

Come on people, God gave us food resources  and resources for our machines, and the two do not compete. I can’t eat oil, and my machine can’t eat corn. (???)  Ever thought about that? Who, but the devil would put us in competition with machines, for food. Ever think about that. I find it curious. Its just greed and we all know it, yet we let it go on, and yet, we know greed is a tool of the devil and yet we let it go on. (?) . Now they want to increase it. Food prices again will go up. (?) Why?

Take you resources back, and tell the government to back off. Go to the polls and be prepared, then lead your politicians, don’t let them lead you. This is a Republic, they represent us. That means you tell them what to do. Get with it, and get rid of all this nonsense, hold their feet to the fire. Show up.  

If you’re really a bunch of Christians, then you know Satan is already defeated, but you have to stand up to him, if you are timid the he’ll be bold and destroy you. Little by little, one idol at a time and you’ll pay tribute, never even seeing it coming. You have to stand up to the devil.

If you’re one of those who believes, (yeaaa… I do. But I don’t go to Church, cause I don’t do that church thing). You will be the first to cave, because you have no community to fall back on for strength when challenged with false authorities. Start going to Church, pick you one out, stay away from the Mega Churches… Something fishy there…  Read the gospels, they will tell you how to find the Church. But pick you one out and start going.

Be generous with your Church, and then watch ‘em like they’re a den of thieves. It is your Church, Christ gave his life on a tree, that you might have the Church, so go and make use of it, it’s yours. Start doing the job government took away from you, taking care of the needy. Because I promise you, there would be a lot less needy and it would be administered in an effective manner, for a whole lot less. And a government bureaucrat would have to get a real job actually making something, and a Mexican would go home. Get it, trickle down culture. You do what’s right, and things fall in line.

Think about that??? If all those bureaucrats in Washington earning a living telling you no (again who does that sound like?), had to get a job producing something, labor cost would go down, Mexicans would go home… and the dollar would gain. Go to Church!!! It’s a win, win…

George Henry Nichols

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Be Wary of Tragedy



My heart goes out to victims who survived and the families of all the victims. This is a time of shock, grief and mourning. As to the dead, none of my business, God will sort that out, and he alone. As a Catholic, I petition my Lord Jesus Christ, please have mercy on their souls. Amen.

Beyond this, I concern myself not, because pain is personal. Things like shock, grief, mourning and even dying are very personal. No one can be shocked for you, no one can grieve for you, no one can do your mourning for you, and most important, no can pass thru the doorway of death for you. These things are part of the cross we bare. And I have no right to horn in on someone else’s tragedy.

But I do have the right to address how this is going to affect me.

This is part of the problem we have with the media, especially in this day and age of instance information and on the spot live reporting, brought right to you.

As a result, the entire country is caught up in their Shock, grief and mourning, when in earlier generations, a tragedy like this would have been localized, with impersonal articles about it in the papers.

We as a country should not get caught up in a tragedy like this. One; it’s really none of our business, and two; if affects the mood of the entire country.

Okay people, realize we fight the devil here as well as Obama and the liberal establishment. With a local event like this, Satan drags down the mood of the entire country. We become a country of perpetual grief and mourning, caught up in everyone’s tragedies, this is not healthy on a personal level, and can devastate the character of a nation, robbing us of our energy, trust and good will. This is one of the stickiest tar babies we face, because it pulls at our guilt and heart strings. Liberals love playing guilt and heart strings, its music to their ears (because it represents control).

Satan plays to your weakness; he keeps you emotionally distraught and distracted by bringing everyone’s tragedy right to your person. Let those involved deal with their tragedies, and bring the joy back into the American Spirit. Look around, bless and kiss your wives and daughters and count and celebrate your blessings.    

Consider if this had happened a hundred years ago, we may not even know it for a day or two, perhaps up to a week, and the impact would not stand in the way of our day to day life and the way we feel. Why? Because we would read it in the paper, or hear it on the radio, we would have said, ‘What a Tragedy,’ said a pray for them and that would have been that. And as a result, the nation had a happy spirit about it because most people are happy.


But as it is, we see the crying, the yelling, the fear, the gunshots and the panic over and over right there in our own living rooms, dragging us down to the depths of emotional despair. And if we are happy, then we feel guilty and get all politically correct so we don’t offend some unhappy fool.

I say to any of you God fearing Christians out there, it is your moral duty to be happy, for did not Christ bring us the good news! Death is a doorway and not an end, and therefore death truly is not a tragedy. And be damn with anyone who isn’t happy, you owe them no apologies. God and God alone is the source of your happiness, do not apologize for God.

I say again, we have a battle with the media, they demand and live so much of our lives for us. They are big brother, turn the shit off. Do not spend time, energy and emotional response on someone else’s tragedy, spend these things in our own life.

A person just has so much emotional energy. This emotional energy is a big motivator in one’s life. We are at war here for the soul of America. We need this energy to do the things that need to be done. Don’t let big brother rob you of it. You bark and bark and bark at things like this, just a barking at that damn television and/or computer. Barking dogs don’t bite!

If you know your history, things like this happen all the time, not so often as not to be shocking, but often enough that you should understand, crazies are out there, and things like this are just going to happen. They just are… We nailed Christ to a tree; he did not promise us a tragic free life.

We are at war here, and this tragedy will be used by the left to make a run for our guns. They are going to come at us like a forest fire; you have to build a back fire.

In 1920 we passed a prohibition against alcohol. Did it work? The 1920 were some of the bloodiest years in our history, because people are going to have their booze, and all the prohibition did was create a bunch of criminals. The people drinking it, the people making it, the people selling it, the people transporting it, everyone was a criminal over night.

A prohibition on guns is not going to make them go away, it’s impossible. Let’s not try to do something that can not be done. Let’s not make a nation of criminals with a stroke of a pen, leaving ourselves open to any enemy foreign or domestic.

The one thing a tragic situation like this should tell you, is government CAN NOT protect you. All they do is show up afterwards; fill out reports and the news media and politicians grandstand. And they blame it on the gun.

Guns don’t kill people, criminals do. If anyone in there had been armed, this would have ended lickity split. I know he was wearing all kinds of bullet proof gear, tells me he was a coward, if someone would have started shooting back, he would have run like the hare before the hound. Notice he waited on the cops.

This was done for fame; he’s got another 10 to 15 years before they execute him, if they do. And he’ll be famous the whole time. And we are going to give it to him. Movies will be made, books written so on and so forth… and we feed the beast… Do your part, shoot a criminal.

There should be a speedy trial and a public hanging, and any wanna be’s will think twice.  Justice delayed is justice denied.

Men, if you have a woman in your life, and you don’t carry a gun, you’re a damn fool. There are three basic motivating factors worth fighting and dying for, food sleep and sex. And your woman is a target for one of these. 

This is how the peace is kept, if every man can defend himself and what’s his, then every man is defended, and so goes the country. The Japanese never would have tried to invade the mainland, because every Tom, Dick and Harry had a gun, and knew how to use it, and the Japanese knew this.

There are so many cases where if one of the good guys had had a gun, things would have been different. Arm yourselves, practice, burn some ammo and support the people who make it.

People, we can not give up our guns.

You can not reason with the unreasonable, quit trying. Its time to stand up and take the arrows of outrageous fortune and set thing right, it our job and our duty.

My fellow Americans, do not give up your guns, they are your only hope. Do not put your faith in men, instead cling to your God, for he loves you and knows you, and your guns, which in this promise land, he gave you, make good use of them.

May God Bless us all.

George Henry Nichols

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

They are Without Reason

I was trolling for readers the other day on Twitter, and I threw out the bait, ’Where did all these stupid people come from,’ along with the link to my essay, ‘The Plague of Stupid People.’


A young woman replied almost immediately, “The public school system has been dumb-ing down kids for decades, the left owns the school systems and unions, and smart people value freedom and are of no use to the left.”

I replied, “That’s not stupid, that’s ignorant, you didn’t read the paper.”

After a short while, she returned and conceded I was correct, and that she hadn’t read the paper.

But she drove home a very important point to me, and for that I thank her.

We here at the Tea Party, Libertarians, true Republicans operate on reason. We like things to add up. We possess principles, and these principles are based in truth, and believe our laws should be based in truth. If you’ve read my essay on Law then you understand a culture’s traditions and laws have to have a foundation in truth, or it collapses.  


The left’s entire ideology is based on envy, not only a sin, but with no foundation in truth beyond the instincts of the animal. Which brings me to my point; we are dealing with animals here. The left is filled with stupid and ignorant people. The idiots can’t be held responsible. They operate just like animals, the human being, being a predator, consumes everything, as quickly as possible, until it is gone. Then on to the next kill. Tell me if that’s not what you see going on. I dare you!

I am going to return to my metaphor laid out in ‘The Real Problem,’


The fox is the liberal establishment, while the bear is the common democrat. The fox is not going to respond to reason, because he doesn’t believe in the law, and uses it to his own purposes. He is no more than a predator stalking prey in the tall grass of the law. http://thebiggalootfrom.blogspot.com/2012/06/law.html
The bear follows the fox and eats the remains of the kill. Lawyers make all of this possible, because the rabbit believes in the law, and is obedient to it. In this scenario, we are eaten.

Quit struggling with the Tar baby, they are not going to respond to reason, not going to happen. Reason is a tool they use against us in the form of Tar Babies; I can’t drive that point home enough. We are doing exactly what they want. While we struggle, they close in for the kill.  

In the old west, we ostracized the bear and hung the fox. It worked, and we tamed the west, and created a culture that touched the moon.

Predators attack when their prey is running, if the prey turns and challenges the fox, this goes against his instinct, and he backs off. Think about the bully, those of us who have dealt with a bully know, if you punch him in the nose, he doesn’t bother you anymore. Predators don’t want to fight, they want to kill.

Learn to use the Media, believe what you think, believe it enough to speak it. Buy an ad in the paper, if they refuse to print it, sue them, better yet, buy the paper. Buy a billboard; they’re cheap believe it or not, check into it.

Use the Media, again, show up at events, take time off work, pull money out of the bank, film everything. Bears follow winners, confidence inspires, even among the stupid and ignorant.

Plain and execute stunts, like placing guards at cemetery gates on Election Days, hold Tea Part Rallies in cemeteries, present newborns with a billing invoice for their part of the debt (as a reminder to parents) in the name of Big Government. Be prepared, anticipate the media’s stupid questions and respond.
 
I’m always saying, barking dogs don’t bite, because they don’t. You want to shake up a liberal, quit barking at him and growl… he’ll look like this:
                                                                                 oh crap…

Remember, Politicians don’t lead us, they are representatives of us (the sovereign), WE LEAD THEM, let’s get with it.

As always, let’s do these things because they are right, and do them in the Name of Our Lord Jesus Christ, for he alone is King and he alone should we serve. Pray for our country, and then bless and kiss your wives and daughters.

George Henry Nichols 

Friday, July 13, 2012

Fair = Envy The New Normal



Now understand, everything I write, I write with a Christian heart, but we are at war, and sometimes it may not seem that way.

First I want to talk about Love. Love is not a feeling, Period. It is a way of life, it is in what we do and say. That doesn’t mean we are always nice people, it means we uphold the precepts of Our Lord. Let’s not forget, Christ called the teachers of the day ‘Vipers’. Why, because they were teaching others to their own benefit. The only profession he criticized was Lawyers, because they wrote the law to their own design, instead of a reflection of God.

By calling the Pharisees ‘vipers’ you might say Christ was calling a spade a spade. Should we not do the same?

The entire Democratic philosophy (communism) is rooted in the sin of envy. To want everyone to be the same because its fair, is envy disguised as fairness. That simple. Now I know the pundits go on and on with lots of fancy talk, but the laws put forth by Our Lord are easy to understand. If you haven’t read the gospels lately, do so.

Thou Shall not steal. Pretty basic, you can’t just take what belongs to another. If you think about this for one moment, there is a direct default. If you can not steal what belongs to another, then without question, you have the right to possess. And if you aren’t willing to defend it; then do you really possess it. Therefore what we call capitalism is no more than Thou Shall not steal.

The Founding Father’s understood this, and this is why private property rights were so important to them. This idea assures there will be a wide variety of people doing a wide variety of things for the good of all. Much like nature, there are no two snowflakes alike, nor two flowers. Why in the world would we want to go against such wisdom? For doesn’t man like to say, and rightly so, ‘Variety is the spice of life.’

They will try and say, the love of money is at the root of all evil. This is true, Christ did say this, but examine this statement closely. He did not say money was evil, an object cannot be evil. Not possible. Sin is personal. The love of money is at the root of all evil. In another word, Envy.

Now if you have read my blog on money;


Then you understand that it takes time and effort to generate wealth, and money is a way of trading your time and efforts for the time and efforts of another. Money represents your time and effort, so any money given to those who would destroy you, is no different than you destroying yourself. And by the same token, would not God see it that way? That your efforts are to evil, by default, after all, it is your time and effort, the money a simple a marker.

Do you know the history of the Soviets, of The Third Reich, Cuba. You can save it, you can hide it, that way it will be available when they come and take it. You can appease the beast, that way he eats you last, but be assured, he will eat you. If you do not know these histories, then study them NOW.

So I say to you, put your money to use fighting the beast, do good with it now, and with a victory, it may be restored to you, simply because that’s the nature of capitalism. But if you try and preserve it, well??? You know what the gospels say.

Our enemy grows bold, because we are timid. Why I ask are we timid? Do we not profess Our Lord Jesus Christ, do not the Jews profess his Father, again I ask, why are we timid? If you have read my blog on the First Commandment;


Then you realize we are granted the authority to hold the envious accountable, and indeed are expected to.

It’s time to be offended and insulted and loudly, in number, not in our own defense, but as witness to Our Lord, and in defense of our wives and our children.

As to you lawyers who claim to be conservative, find an Obama supporter who now regrets it, and sue the hell out of the networks and papers who misinformed them, for was not damage done? Was there money not lost, because of this neglect? And do it pro bono. Do it, because it needs to be done. The people hold the press accountable, not the government.

We have to do these things, for the chains of our slavery or now being forged. © God Bless you all.

George Henry Nichols

Thursday, July 12, 2012

The Philosopher

I have come to discover over recent years, that I am a philosopher, an old and forgotten art. Now we have a lot of people who say they are philosophers, and they philosophize. Most are filled with shallow foolishness. Others stab at it, missing this or that, because they didn’t think it through.
That is the art of philosophy, to think it thru, to find the truth, as best we can, and train ourselves to believe it. But that takes time and effort and a lot of information. That’s why a culture has philosophers, to do the heavy lifting, to figure it out according to what is known to be true. That’s the key; you can’t build a successful philosophy, and subsequent culture on falsehoods. Whatever you do, it has to be in harmony with the very real world around it, or it’s not going to work. You can’t build a culture that doesn’t believe in eating, they would stave. You can’t build a culture that doesn’t believe in sex, they would die out. Okay, these are basic truths that we have to follow in order to survive; to live better than we would otherwise, we need a philosophy. Therefore it is necessary to create a common philosophy on which to build a culture, for a culture is built on common ideas and goals. If these ideas and goals are flawed, then the culture will play itself out. That is to say: it will rise to the level onto which their philosophy is based in truth. Above that, they have no reality to build on, and the world around you is real, regardless of what you might think.
My mother was a philosopher; I didn’t know it when I was young, but I did listen to her, and she was a well educated and very wise woman, a woman who had a way of seeing things as they are. I’ll be quoting her quite a bit. My father was a very smart man, he liked math, and my father liked things to add up. He would say, “If it doesn’t add up! It doesn’t add up.” He also liked to say. “If it’s true here, then it’s true there.” That is to say, if 2X2=4, than 4/2=2, that simple, don’t over complicate it. If you see it here, then you’ll see it there. I’ll be quoting my father quite a bit as well.
My Mother once told me, it’s better to watch the game than to play in it. Play, be part of the game, learn how it works at ground level, what does it take to make it happen? But, your point of view should always be from the bleachers, and beyond. As a result of this advice, I never saw, what my peers saw, I never heard what my peers heard. That was an odd thing that I didn’t come to understand for many years. So I was always at odds with my peer group. I just saw things differently.
I was born and reared a Roman Catholic, and learned the foundation, and teachings of the Church. I remember once as a teenager, I asked Dad, “You really believe all that stuff at Church?” He said yes. Now remember, I was born in ’52, so I was right in the middle of all the new age thinking. So I said, “But it doesn’t make any sense, with what there’re teaching at school.” He replied, ‘it’s the only thing that does make sense, don’t be afraid to scrutinize your God, He can stand up to it.”
Back to being a philosopher, my Mother and my Father sent me on a journey, that I have come to realize in recent years, I need to write down, because, that’s what philosopher’s do.
I not going to tell you my life story, I figure that’s another book, nor am I going to rehash what others believe, for that’s not my purpose, my purpose is to tell you what I believe, what I think and how it applies.
My Dad and I used to like to watch archeology documentaries. It was fun to watch them dig up the past and talk about what they thought. Then once, in later years, they (archeologist) were digging up some fellows who had shipwrecked up around Nova Scottish sometime in the eighteen hundreds, and had been buried by the local’s in the permafrost. Dad looked at me and asked, “How long you gotta be dead, before its okay to dig you up?” And I looked at him and said, “I don’t know.” But it got me to thinking. Archeologist is a fancy and acceptable word for grave robber. Now, if you looked up archeologist, and grave robber in the dictionary, you would get two different meanings for the same activity. One we accept, and one we do not.
Just how long do you have to be dead, before it is okay to dig you up for the people, or for profit? A hundred years, five hundred years, should you dig up your own? How about cultures of the past, a people who aren’t really part of who you are? On what criteria would you base such a decision? Or do you just ignore it, and accept the idea this grave robber has a degree, works under the guise of an archeologist, and is working for your good.
When I was six years old, my father gave me a bb gun, He gave me a mess of rules to go with it, the first of which was, don’t point a gun at anyone unless you intend to kill them, second, you can kill anything you want (within the law), but you can’t kill a song bird, or its your ass. I knew what he meant when he said, ‘or it’s your ass!’ Well, I learned one bird from another, just so I wouldn’t get caught shooting a songbird. At the time I thought Daddy liked song birds. Well he’s dead, and the years rush on, and I have come to realize, he didn’t give a damn about songbirds, it was his way of teaching me to always know what in your sights, before you pull the trigger.
So you see, there is more to passing along a Philosophy, then just talking about it. You have to live it in traditions, and taught repeatedly. This is where the ole sayings came from, Sayings like; ‘Birds of a feather flock together,’ ‘ a stitch in time, saves nine,’ ‘Well done is better than well said,’ so on and so forth.
What makes this political? Politics are a very real part of the culture, and therefore the Political Philosophy has to be based in truth, in what is real other wise it will crumble, and the culture right along with it.
Remember a culture ruled by one man, or a group of men, can only rise to the level of that one man, or that group of men and their imagination, ideas and ambitions.
A Culture of people, who limit their Law, and express themselves as free people, can touch the moon. ©

George Henry Nichols 

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Battle with the Fox (Phase I) The Media


We are in the Bier, by being who we are, ‘Pachyderms,’ we have mounted a resistant's to The Communist war brought against us. Now, we have our fight, how are we going to fight it?
Remember, the Rabbit quit the struggle, used his reason, took who the Fox and bear were and used it against them against. That’s what we’re going to do.
(IF you’re lost, refer to this link).
The Darling of the wrong (left), is Hollywood. The jewel of the crown. I am fed up with them, they have no class, no scruples, no morals and no respect for us their consumer, nor for themselves. And they fund our enemy.
People…. It’s 1984, read the bloody book. Have you read ‘Animal Farm?’ Read it! I mean it, you’re at war, prepare yourselves. ”we mutually pledge to each other, our lives, our fortunes and our sacred honor.” So arm yourselves. Turn off the TV and read these books!
Which bring us to the battle, turn off the TV. And when you do watch it, watch only what is acceptable. I want you to search your Christian values, and watch only what is acceptable. You’ll find not very much, turn it off. They know how many people watch, and if you quit watching, the money dries up. Quit going to movies, unless you know who the producers are, and who’s side they’re on? Quit feeding the beast. If you quit feeding the beast, he grows smaller.
But we all have to do it, on our scared honor. This is key, those men of the revolution, were honorable, and put that honor on the line, and did what was necessary to win the war, and did so without being told and watched.
Now you take that time you sat in front of the TV, and go out and meet each other face to face. Get to know each other. For in a war, solders know that guy next to them, hell he’s your brother, and your life may very well depend on him. Get the picture? Get to know each other, form committees to deal with various issues. If they already exist, join them.
The wrong (left) is always in our face, preventing things from happening. They are a real pain in the ass. So… we use who they are against them, fight fire with fire. We become a pain in their ass.
For instance, we’re dealing with the media. Bring it down to local level. You have a local TV station, and the News is a bit tilted. Or they stick their nose where it doesn’t belong?
I ran across this story, it was being flashed like it was a big deal.
The news should not have covered it, but they did, and the story was about violence. Crap… Did the Umpire have it coming? That’s the story. There was no news in this story. It just painted violence. If this sort of thing happens in your town, get your committee and go down there and demand to know ‘Did the Umpire have it coming?’ Don’t tell them how to do their job, just demand the story, in person, in number.
If a story is slanted, and you know it, go down there and call them on it. Tell them what’s right, and tell them to do what’s right. And if they don’t, turn them off. Make a show of your indignation. Be insulted! And tell them you’re insulted. Demand the story, and the whole story. Whole them accountable.
We all know about freedom of the press, the government can’t interfere with the press. That’s it. They can’t, by law. But we can, by default it is our responsibility to hold the press accountable. The people hold the press accountable, not the government.
We have to stop ignoring this responsibility, and do our job, and insist they do theirs.
If your local paper is crap, quit taking it. Better yet, buy the paper, print the truth and you’ll do a business.
A void will appear, and this is where you rich guys come in, produce some decent TV, make a movie. Make a documentary; compete in the market place of ideas. Make a sitcom showing the fallacies of wrong thinking. The talent is out there, but Hollywood’s not going to have them, because they lean right, so let us put them to work. There are hundreds of unused channels on cable, get yourself a channel.
You have a clever saying, something you think people should hear. A billboard in time square brings $7000.00. On I-45 two miles from the causeway going into Galveston is about $1800.00. Which means if you’re not in a prime spot, they are cheap. Get your words out there, your ideas. Don’t wait on the Tea Party, don’t wait on the Republicans, do it. Churches do it all the time.
Turn off the TV and go bear hunting,
Actively go find and recruit some bears. Be active in Little League Baseball and work to return the rules and bring back the competition. Be active in the Boy Scouts, and learn some life skills. Spend a little time getting back to the earth with the kids, and learn what it’s about.
To put it simply, quit feeding the beast and compete in the market place, and make a show in the media by Voting, Election Day. Something isn’t right in your community? Get together and go down there and straighten them out.
Let me tell you what the wrong (left) is doing. They are keeping us barking, as long as we’re barking, they do what they want.
We watch them on TV and think, ‘What Fools,’ and we give them a good cussing from our couch. You bark. You get on Twitter or Face Book, and you engage and argue, and put up a good fight. You’re barking. You write a good column for the paper, and you rip them good, you’re barking. Barking dogs don’t bite, and the wrong knows it. That's why they have these protest and do outlandish things, to keep you barking. We have to quit barking, put some feet on the ground and show up where we need to, and bite them. Remember they are bullies, and bullies are cowards. You start biting, and they’ll turn tail and run.
I want all you people on Face Book, Twitter other social networks, quit barking, you’re barking at the devil, it’s what he wants. Instead, ostracize them, cut them off, block them. When a dog quits barking, watch out, that means trouble. And if we are going to win this war, we mean trouble.
Instead, talk to one another, and make plains to put feet on the ground, make a showing and be a pain in the jackass.©
God Bless you all.
George Henry Nichols