Santa Claus

Well, once again Christmas is just around the corner, let’s see, this will be number Sixty-one for me. Funny, but Santa Claus doesn’t bring me anything anymore, and hasn’t in a long time.

Did you ever believe in Santa Claus?   What a lie, huh? And to tell little kids, and lead them to believe such things.… Ever wonder why we do that? I bet most people couldn’t tell ya today.

My daddy lied to me all the time, it was terrible… And every now and then, mama would tell a whopper! I use to wonder, why in the hell would they lie to me? I mean? I’m their kid!

Now don’t get me wrong. They loved me. There was never any doubt of it. I knew that. It showed. They took good care of me, put clothes on me, educated me, and for a big part, did so themselves. So, why would they lie to me so damn much?

It took me awhile, but I finally figured it out…  Santa Claus.

Santa Claus is the first Big Lie… And you as the child, using information you gather, are left to figure otherwise. They are simply teaching you to 'think for yourself.'  And the myth of Santa Claus is a good foundation for critical thinking.

Another important lesson, is teaching the ability to challenge authority (the parents) when the child draws a conclusion.

Notice there is no reward when the child figures it out, but nor is there a punishment. Thinking for yourself… is its own reward. ©

George Henry Nichols 

Flip a Switch Christmas...

“What are the single most important words in the Bible?” What’s your answer??? Ever thought about it??? There’s an interesting man… Dennis Prager, who gave a most intriguing answer, and then backed it up with a good argument,  

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9BqWdu1BnBQ

Genesis I-I “In the beginning, God created the Heavens and the Earth,” To Quote Dennis Prager, “If this isn’t true, then nothing else matters. This is the very foundation of what we believe.” (?)

Therefore the single most important date in all of history… Is when this God, who created the heavens and the earth, became a Man and dwelt among us... Duhhhh….  

Now I admit, it’s not the most important feast in the Church… That would be Easter… But Christmas is the most important date in history….

And we as modern Americans, how do we celebrate it???  “With a Flip a Switch Christmas” ©

We pull the non-flammable fake tree out of the attic, spray it with Christmas smell, stick it in its spot, hang its decorations on it and plug that sucker in… Along with the tree, we drag the rest of the Christmas shit out of the attic and hang the wreath on the door, plug it in, hang the lights on the house, plug them in… Put the Christmas tablecloth, center piece and assorted Christmas crap on the table. Then stand back, flip a switch and wa-la it Christmas… Fa-la-la and the whole works…

We watch an Andy Williams Christmas, We watch a Charlie Brown Christmas… A Grinch Stole Christmas….on and on and poor ole Morley was dead as a doornail….

We buy a shit load of a crap, give it to each other…. Go to each others parties… piss and moan about our lives and speak of Christmas Cheer… And feel all warm and fussy and Christmassy Ahhhhh…..

We sit around in our easy chairs, with a beer in one hand, turkey leg in the other, a 60’ Flat Screen deluxe HD 4-on-the-floor type Boob Tube… (ya know there’s a reason they call it that).  And bitch about paying too damn many taxes, supporting too many freeloaders, Them sons-of-bitches better not try and take my guns, ya know they shouldn’t be aborting all them babies. Damn money ain’t any good anymore, I just need to win the lottery, are all these people stupid??? Damn schools don’t teach anything anymore…. And the Media is so full of shit…

And I bet you think you’re one of the good guys too, I vote republican, I tote a gun, and I’m for the constitution. Oh…

All the hoop-la that goes on this time of year, all the going into debt to buy a mountain of crap that nobody wants, and the parties and the patting each other on the back and telling ourselves how great we are… Wishing each other happy holiday or Merry Christmas, depending on who they are? And what they believe?

And so we celebrate the single most importance date in history by flipping a few switches and saying… “it’s Christmas”…ta-daaaa ” Happy I know its somebody’s birthday.  (?) Let me at the cake…”

Whatever this glaring display of lights and wan-ton blaring of music.… is????

What ever all this is???

It ain’t Christmas… ©

George Henry Nichols 

Liberals & Evolution, The Fatal Flaw

    I would like to point one of the fallacies in liberal thinking. The idea of moral relativity, which basically states there is no morality. This idea is first void of god and rooted in the idea of evolution, that the earth itself is alive and we only a part of the overall whole.

    So where do we begin, well, what motivates a man? There are three things, food, sleep and sex. That’s it! Food, sleep and sex. The same things that drives all the mammals, food, sleep and sex. What is it we study about the animals, their eating habits, their sleeping habits, and their mating habits, oh, and how they raise their young, the maternal instinct, which is another motivating force, unique to the female. So the man is driven by food, sleep, sex and the female is driven by food, sleep, sex and the maternal instinct, the desire to pro-create and care for the young.

    Most of the animal kingdom is hard wired to know pretty much what they need to know in order to survive and pro-create within a particular environment, this according to the theory of evolution. You are your environment, you are what you eat. For the most part, its sounds good at its foundations, but there is a glaring problem with it, the Being, in human being, the one thing that makes us different from the rest of the animal kingdom. (the very hard fact that we are self aware of our existences.)

    This is a very difficult thing to deal with. Why, because it defies evolution. Evolution can not explain the being. What is the being? The ability to think? The ability to reason? What is reason? Aren’t philosophies built on reason? The Greeks, the Romans, the English.

    The being seems to manifest itself at a place in the mind where activity of the gray matter meets language. There is something going on in your mind, your gray matter, you know it, you’re not sure what it is until it surfaces in the form of language. Now that language may be linguistics, art, music or math, but its language, just the same, all of which can be written so as to be recorded.

    It is this gift of language which allows us to organize our thoughts and ideas in our minds, and with a common language among others, can share these thoughts and ideas, with others, in a detailed manner.

The being (self-awareness) also manifests itself through the exercise of its will. The will, what is the will, and how do we know it exist? When the gray matter comes to life in language, and makes a decision contrary to the way you, (the animal), feels about something and you (self-aware) act on that decision, that action, is the manifestation of your will. The human being is the only creature which can act contrary to the way it feels, (understand any action by the human is an act of will, but it becomes apparent when the action is contrary to the way one feels). Evolution cannot explain this.

But what makes us beings? The very fact that we know we be. That is to say, we are aware of ourselves and our surroundings and we ask why? (To clarify, to be, means only to exist, the computer at which I write this essay has being same as I. I be, it be (s) I refer to myself as a being because I am aware of my existence, the computer is not).

Why doesn't the computer know it existent...? Because we equate it with a rock. That is to say, it is a pile of atoms. A fancy pile of atoms, but a pile of atoms. That's all it is.... The animals are a very fancy pile of atoms, a pile of atoms just the same. No matter how fancy and complicated the pile is, it's still a pile of atoms. It is (they) are not going to be self-aware, they are not going to be mind, they will not have the ability to ask why.

The ability to ask why. The ability to act contrary to the way we are hard wired? Why would evolution bring forth such a creature? If you look at the theory, and the things that drive it, you are your environment, you are what you eat, survival of the fittest. So on and so forth. Doesn’t add up. The law of averages states, ‘it is more likely for something to occur, which has occurred before, than it is for something to occur which has never occurred. That is to say, man is out of place in evolution. Why would evolution produce a creature which would turn on evolution itself and act contrary to the hard-wire, (feelings)?

But on the other hand, if we are indeed just a product of evolution, then how can we pollute the earth? How can we possibly do, other, than what we are suppose to be doing? It is not possible. Remember the law of averages, either we are doing what we are suppose to be doing, or we are contrary to evolution, and if this be the case; why?

So you see, the idea that we do damage to the earth goes against the idea of moral relativity and against the very core of who the liberal says he is. (Most liberals are unaware of this flaw because they, themselves have never thought about it). The liberal has stolen the idea of moral authority from the Christian community and is using it against them in the form of Self-Righteousness. So right at the core of the liberal there is contradiction.

There is either Right and Wrong, or there is not. If there is, it is not for man to determined, but the creator of the whole, for he is the why.

George Henry Nichols

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

THE REAL PROBLEM

What are we going to do or not do? That is the question. Depend on Politicians? Where, I ask, has this gotten us?

I ask you to watch the following film, at first it may seem a little silly, and you may wonder, what has this got to do with anything? But the truth is; this is the exact situation we are in.

Consider the rabbit; he is the conservative and/or the libertarian. He is happy, free and living his life as he sees fit, causing no one harm. Live and let live. He is interested in what is right, because what is right, keeps him free.

Now the fox is government and the evils of liberalism, he sees the rabbit and what the rabbit has and is envious, and he wants what the rabbit has for himself. But because of his envy, he can’t be the rabbit, so he set out to destroy (or consume) the rabbit. The fox is clever, sly and cunning, with evil in his heart.

The bear is the common democrat, who isn’t so clever and believes very little, and goes along with the fox because the fox promises him much. He is greedy and lazy more than he is envious.

Now in order for the fox to destroy the rabbit, he creates Tar Babies. Things that just aren’t right, things the rabbit can’t just pass by, because they interfere with the natural order of his freedom. (Abortion, Global Warming, Police actions, Pollution, Multiculturalism, Energy Shortages, Invasion (proper term for Illegal Immigration), Redefining Marriage, ect… ect… ect…

The fox is using the rabbit’s sense of decency against him, and the rabbit is compelled to put up a battle, but because the fox is sly, and the bear a brute with a big growl, the squeal of the rabbit goes unheard. So the fox is free to do as he chooses (evil) and prepares to consume the rabbit while the rabbit is tangle in the tar baby.

Notice also, how the fox treats the bear. The bear is a useful idiot, he takes from the bear freely to his own end; he ignores the bear and treats him with contempt, and presses him into service.

This is exactly what is going on today, we are the rabbit, and we are so tangle in the tar baby, the more we thrash around, the worst off we get. We have lost ever debate (tar baby), except the right to own and bare arms, and just how much ground have we lost there. (?)

Now you will notice at the end of the film, the rabbit quits struggling and listens to who the fox and bear are, and what they have planned, and he uses it against them, and thus a happy ending.

As you can see, they have blocked this video, not so much because it's racist, but because it tells you the truth of what they are doing, the real problem.. So much for free speech... Please refer to this link for the stories... Don't doubt for one moment, this man, Uncle Remus, a Negro slave, was filled with wisdom, and it's this wisdom they don't want you to hear.

 http://thebiggalootfrom.blogspot.com/2012/06/emperors-new-clothes.html

George Henry Nichols