Solitude

Solitude

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;

Weep, and you weep alone.

For the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth,

But has trouble enough of its own.

Sing, and the hills will answer;

Sigh, it is lost on the air.

The echoes bound to a joyful sound,

But shrink from a voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;

Grieve, and they turn and go.

They want full measure of all of your pleasure,

But they do not need your woe.

Be glad, and your friends are many;

Be sad, and you lose them all.

There are none to decline your nectar-ed wine,

But alone you must drink life's gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;

Fast, and the world goes by.

Succeed and give, and it helps you live,

But no man can help you die.

There is room in the halls of pleasure

For a long and lordly train,

But one by one we must all file on

Through the narrow aisles of pain. 

Ella Wheeler Wilcox    

November 5, 1855        

October 30, 1919          

"The Forgotten Man"

 

By William Graham Sumner.

The type and formula of most schemes of philanthropy or humanitarianism is this: A and B put their heads together to decide what C shall be made to do for D. 

The radical vice of all these schemes, from a sociological point of view, is that C is not allowed a voice in the matter, and his position, character, and interests, as well as the ultimate effects on society through C's interests, are entirely overlooked. I call C the Forgotten Man. 

For once let us look him up and consider his case, for the characteristic of all social doctors is, that they fix their minds on some man or group of men whose case appeals to the sympathies and the imagination, and they plan remedies addressed to the particular trouble; they do not understand that all the parts of society hold together, and that forces which are set in action act and react throughout the whole organism, until an equilibrium is produced by a re-adjustment of all interests and rights. They therefore ignore entirely the source from which they must draw all the energy which they employ in their remedies, and they ignore all the effects on other members of society than the ones they have in view. They are always under the dominion of the superstition of government, and, forgetting that a government produces nothing at all, they leave out of sight the first fact to be remembered in all social discussion - that the State cannot get a cent for any man without taking it from some other man, and this latter must be a man who has produced and saved it. This latter is the Forgotten Man.

The friends of humanity start out with certain benevolent feelings toward "the poor," "the weak," "the laborers," and others of whom they make pets. 

They generalize these classes, and render them impersonal, and so constitute the classes into social pets. They turn to other classes and appeal to sympathy and generosity, and to all the other noble sentiments of the human heart. Action in the line proposed consists in a transfer of capital from the better off to the worse off.

 Capital, however, as we have seen, is the force by which civilization is maintained and carried on. The same piece of capital cannot be used in two ways. Every bit of capital, therefore, which is given to a shiftless and inefficient member of society, who makes no return for it, is diverted from a reproductive use; but if it was put into reproductive use, it would have to be granted in wages to an efficient and productive laborer. Hence the real sufferer by that kind of benevolence which consists in an expenditure of capital to protect the good-for-nothing is the industrious laborer. 

The latter, however, is never thought of in this connection. It is assumed that he is provided for and out of the account. Such a notion only shows how little true notions of political economy have as yet become popularized. There is an almost invincible prejudice that a man who gives a dollar to a beggar is generous and kind-hearted, but that a man who refuses the beggar and puts the dollar in a savings bank is stingy and mean. The former is putting capital where it is very sure to be wasted, and where it will be a kind of seed for a long succession of future dollars, which must be wasted to ward off a greater strain on the sympathies than would have been occasioned by a refusal in the first place. Inasmuch as the dollar might have been turned into capital and given to a laborer who, while earning it, would have reproduced it, it must be regarded as taken from the latter. 

When a millionaire gives a dollar to a beggar the gain of utility to the beggar is enormous, and the loss of utility to the millionaire is insignificant. Generally the discussion is allowed to rest there. But if the millionaire makes capital of the dollar, it must go upon the labor market, as a demand for productive services. Hence there is another party in interest - the person who supplies productive services. There always are two parties. The second one is always the Forgotten Man, and any one who wants to truly understand the matter in question must go and search for the Forgotten Man. 

He will be found to be worthy, industrious, independent, and self-supporting. He is not, technically, "poor" or "weak"; he minds his own business, and makes no complaint. Consequently the philanthropists never think of him, and trample on him.

We hear a great deal of schemes for "improving the condition of the working-man." In the United States the farther down we go in the grade of labor, the greater is the advantage which the laborer has over the higher classes. A hod-carrier or digger here can, by one day's labor, command many times more days' labor of a carpenter, surveyor, book-keeper, or doctor than an unskilled laborer in Europe could command by one day's labor. The same is true, in a less degree, of the carpenter, as compared with the book-keeper, surveyor, and doctor. This is why the United States is the great country for the unskilled laborer. The economic conditions all favor that class. 

There is a great continent to be subdued, and there is a fertile soil available to labor, with scarcely any need of capital. Hence the people who have the strong arms have what is most needed, and, if it were not for social consideration, higher education would not pay. Such being the case, the working-man needs no improvement in his condition except to be freed from the parasites who are living on him. 

All schemes for patronizing "the working classes" savor of condescension. They are impertinent and out of place in this free democracy. There is not, in fact, any such state of things or any such relation as would make projects of this kind appropriate. Such projects demoralize both parties, flattering the vanity of one and undermining the self-respect of the other.

For our present purpose it is most important to notice that if we lift any man up we must have a fulcrum, or point of reaction. In society that means that to lift one man up we push another down. The schemes for improving the condition of the working classes interfere in the competition of workmen with each other. The beneficiaries are selected by favoritism, and are apt to be those who have recommended themselves to the friends of humanity by language or conduct which does not betoken independence and energy. Those who suffer a corresponding depression by the interference are the independent and self-reliant, who once more are forgotten or passed over; and the friends of humanity once more appear, in their zeal to help somebody, to be trampling on those who are trying to help themselves.

Trades-unions adopt various devices for raising wages, and those who give their time to philanthropy are interested in these devices, and wish them success. They fix their minds entirely on the workmen for the time being in the trade, and do not take note of any other workmen as interested in the matter. It is supposed that the fight is between the workmen and their employers, and it is believed that one can give sympathy in that contest to the workmen without feeling responsibility for anything farther. It is soon seen, however, that the employer adds the trades-union and strike risk to the other risks of his business, and settles down to it philosophically. 

If, now, we go farther, we see that he takes it philosophically because he has passed the loss along on the public. It then appears that the public wealth has been diminished, and that the danger of a trade war, like the danger of a revolution, is a constant reduction of the well-being of all. So far, however, we have seen only things which could lower wages - nothing which could raise them. The employer is worried, but that does not raise wages. The public loses, but the loss goes to cover extra risk, and that does not raise wages.

A trades-union raises wages by restricting the number of apprentices who may be taken into the trade. This device acts directly on the supply of laborers, and that produces effects on wages. If, however, the number of apprentices is limited, some are kept out who want to get in. Those who are in have, therefore, made a monopoly, and constituted themselves a privileged class on a basis exactly analogous to that of the old privileged aristocracies. 

But whatever is gained by this arrangement for those who are in is won at a greater loss to those who are kept out. Hence it is not upon the masters nor upon the public that trades-unions exert the pressure by which they raise wages; it is upon other persons of the labor class who want to get into the trades, but, not being able to do so, are pushed down into the unskilled labor class. 

These persons, however, are passed by entirely without notice in all the discussions about trades-unions. They are the Forgotten Men. But, since they want to get into the trade and win their living in it, it is fair to suppose that they are fit for it, would succeed at it, would do well for themselves and society in it; that is to say, that, of all persons interested or concerned, they most deserve our sympathy and attention.

The cases already mentioned involve no legislation. Society, however, maintains police, sheriffs, and various institutions, the object of which is to protect people against themselves - that is, against their own vices. 

Almost all legislative effort to prevent vice is really protective of vice, because all such legislation saves the vicious man from the penalty of his vice. Nature's remedies against vice are terrible. She removes the victims without pity. A drunkard in the gutter is just where he ought to be, according to the fitness and tendency of things. Nature has set up on him the process of decline and dissolution by which she removes things which have survived their usefulness. 

Gambling and other less mention-able vices carry their own penalties with them.

Now, we never can annihilate a penalty. We can only divert it from the head of the man who has incurred it to the heads of others who have not incurred it. A vast amount of "social reform" consists in just this operation. 

The consequence is that those who have gone astray, being relieved from Nature's fierce discipline, go on to worse, and there is a constantly heavier burden for the others to bear. 

Who are the others? 

When we see a drunkard in the gutter we pity him. If a policeman picks him up, we say that society has interfered to save him from perishing. "Society" is a fine word, and it saves us the trouble of thinking. The industrious and sober workman, who is mulcted of a percentage of his day's wages to pay the policeman, is the one who bears the penalty. But he is the Forgotten Man. He passes by and is never noticed, because he has behaved himself, fulfilled his contracts, and asked for nothing.

The fallacy of all prohibitory, sumptuous, and moral legislation is the same. A and B determine to be teetotalers, which is often a wise determination, and sometimes a necessary one. If A and B are moved by considerations which seem to them good, that is enough. But A and B put their heads together to get a law passed which shall force C to be a teetotaler for the sake of D, who is in danger of drinking too much. 

There is no pressure on A and B. They are having their own way, and they like it. There is rarely any pressure on D. He does not like it, and evades it. 

The pressure all comes on C. The question then arises, Who is C? He is the man who wants alcoholic liquors for any honest purpose whatsoever, who would use his liberty without abusing it, who would occasion no public question, and trouble nobody at all. He is the Forgotten Man again, and as soon as he is drawn from his obscurity we see that he is just what each one of us ought to be.

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NOTES:

¹ William Graham Sumner (1840-1910) was a Professor of Political Economy and of Sociology at Yale. In the book in which I found this essay (Macmillan, 1916), the editors -- English Professors Berdan, Schultz and Joyce of Yale -- wrote a short introductory paragraph, as follows: "This brilliant essay by Professor Sumner illustrates the effective use of the deductive structure. In two paragraphs defining who is the Forgotten Man, the general principle is stated so fully that the reader unconsciously accepts it. But once the reader has accepted this principle, it is applied to the consideration of trades unions and temperance legislation, with startling results. The essay, then, consists in the statement of a general principle, followed by two illustrations. Just as the form resolves itself into a simple arrangement, so the style is simple. There is no attempt at rhetorical exaggeration, no appeal to the emotions. It does read, and it is intended to read, as an ordinary exercise of the logical faculty. This mathematical effect is gained by the device of using the A and B that are associated in the mind with school problems, And the brilliance of the essay lies in the apparent inevitability with which the author reaches conclusions widely differing from conventional views. Since the importance of the essay lies exactly in these applications, actually the structure approaches the deductive type.

I am at a Loss...

I am at a loss!  What do I have to say? Quit playing politics and look at what’s going on. You, happily grazing cattle are being led by utopia loving, intellectually lazy, power grubbing fools into the hands of Satan.

Where are the Christians? Where are you now? Did you not found your country on the divine providence of God?  On Jesus Christ, and his Father, the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob..? Is this not so? Why do you dishonor God so, when He led you dirt farmers and built you up into a great nation; a beacon to the world, and where are you now?

Your father’s father, the ones who fought in the Great War to rescue the God’s chosen people, (did not at the time know what they were doing… but at the divine direction of God, were God’s people rescued. By the Lamb of God, they were rescued. And thus, God settled them back in the homeland, as God said He would do), did not put up with the Nazis, they stomped them into the dirt, as evil should be stomped into the dirt. Where is that spirit among you today? Where are your leaders? Is everything for sale? If everything is for sale, where is the treasure?   

When was the last audit of Fort Knox.? Hummm??? Do you even know?

Does not the geological record witness to the judgment of Noah’s day? Does not the fossil record witness to the giants and the great dragons in the days of yore? Have you not found Jericho and David’s Palace? Have you not found the Red Sea crossing? Does not the skies declare the Glory of God; are there not signs of the appointed times written there? Can you even see the sky?

There is a blood moon on the rise and the clock is ticking. The time of the gentiles is over.  If you were smart… You would not abandon God’s chosen people.

Remember Sodom and Gomorrah? Were there no just men to be found? None? Have you not, in your studies, found the ashes? Lot flee! Least ye be caught up in the judgment. But you grazing cattle will be told to remain quiet, by your master, and ye of little faith, will remain quiet…

George Henry Nichols 

What to say?

What am I suppose to say… I write, I tell you… And it continues to crumble around you. It’s ‘Revenge of the Innocence…’ Mark my words…

This has nothing to do with politics… This has to do with right and wrong… My mother always said, “The path to hell is paved with good intentions,” and damn if she ain’t right… I am so tied of good intentions and do gooders,  I could urp!

It’s even in the Churches, political correctness has crippled the truth, you get a fiery good sermon, but mediocrity is the rule, ascetics and political correctness the practice.

To think the universe just is… Is like thinking you’re never going to die. It just ain’t so. Your reasoning is, “because time is in the universe, it itself is somehow timeless…” But the math points to a beginning and an end.” It’s everywhere… There is a chemical breakdown going on throughout the universe, one that can not be reversed or regenerated, as a result, the universe is like a candle, and will one day burn itself out. Poof! With no way of recovering the wax… It all went up in flames. And there will be eternal darkness and cold. No way around it. That’s what the math says. Now they theorize, pontificate and on and on about what they think…  and they stick in numbers and give you theories, for they are educated, and they know the numbers, the real ones, and the ones they made up…. or …’do they?’ The way things are made, “if it’s true here, than it’s true there.’ That is to say, if ‘2+2=4 than 4-2=2… ‘If it’s true there, than it’s true here.’ In other words, ‘a cold dark universe lies ahead.’

Now if we stick the biblical story into it. Adam sinned, and brought death into the world… And that’s what it meant, ‘into the world.’ Not only was Adam going to die, but the whole of it…(the universe) was going to die. Believe it or not, that’s what’s going on… That’s what we’re seeing. That’s what the math says.

Consider a fire in the backyard. You’ve got downed tree limbs, cutting from bushes, a pile of died out zinnias from the summer flower bed, and you have a nice little fire, and feed the flames one stick at a time. Soon, all that big pile is ‘gone!’ Where did it go? Up in flames… You have reduced that big pile to a tiny heap of ashes, and in time, that heap of ashes will be ambient temperature.

What do you think the sun is doing..? If it’s true here, than it’s true there.    ‘From ashes thou art…to ashes thou shall return…’

But what about the life cycle? What about it? We have now broken the DNA code, and what have we learned? There is no evolution, there is instead deterioration, the code is slowly but surely breaking down. Poof!  

Myths… funny thing about myths… There’re suppose to be made up? That is to say… not true… But there is a saying, ‘truth will stand the test of time.’ Greek Mythology…? “It’s mythology.” Then they find the city of Troy, and the story appears to be true. They find the site of Sodom and Gomorrah, and then Jericho; they have found the site of the Red Sea crossing, complete with chariots, ect…   So what’s true and what’s not? What about Atlantis? There’s a myth… comes out of the Greek mythology, Homer, Plato…

Then we have the myths of the dragons… Everybody’s got a dragon story, damn dragons are everywhere… Alexander the Great, Marco Polo, St George, who slay the dragon..?  Myth?

‘There is nothing stranger than truth.’ How many times have you heard this? That’s because it’s true… No single man can know or imagine the truth, so when a small bit of truth is revealed, it’s stranger than anything we thought.

Therefore the truly great stories are based on truth, because there is nothing more compelling than the truth… “Truth will stand the test of time.”

The flood of Noah’s day… Every ancient culture around the world starts at the end of a great flood, of which only they survived. Myth? Really? Every major culture? I believe the Chinese calendar may have begun at the end of the flood. If you take an honest look at the geological record, it screams global flood, a flood right around the beginning of the Chinese calendar.

Prier to the flood, the world was a whole different place… How different? I don’t know… But I do know, eight people spanned that flood in a boat… Those eight people saw it all… Those eight people were full blown adults when the flood occurred… Noah was the last strand of the true God handed down by Adam… Satan controlled man now, and corruption was consuming them…

Now let us consider; those eight people told their stories of the world prier to the flood, where they had spent their childhood and much of their lives. This I offer is ‘The Golden Age,’ and it was consumed by the sea… and so it was, right before their eyes, just like the stories say… and no one survived, save those few souls who told the story. The Golden Age is what God destroyed… A utopia, under Satan’s rule.

There is an old B movie called ‘Logan’s Run.’ Not really well done, terrible scrip, but it had a pretty girl in it and so I sat through it. That movie, through all these years has stuck with me.

Basically, it’s the story of a group of people who live inside a huge machine which provides for them. Makes them, grows them up… and then kills them. The cycle of life as seen by a computer… During the time you’re young adults, you can be and do anything you want, (except be a child or be old) when your time is up, your time is up. You’re dead. If you didn’t jump to your death like you’re suppose to, then ‘Logan’ hunts you down like a dawg and kills you on behalf of the computer. They made the world (as it was) look all hunky-dory, but void of any meaning, absent any purpose.. Well along comes ‘Logan’s’ turn to die… So he runs… and the hunter is being hunted… Well to make a long story short, he cracks the whole machine open and wa-la everyone is free with the discovery of a whole big world outside, how wonderful. (?) or so I thought… In the years since, I have watched you build just such a machine… Return to the Golden Age… Free of responsibility and free to be a jerk… Among the elite anyway.

Want to know what happened to the Golden Age? It’s the gas you put in your car, the oil you put in your engine, the plastics you wrap your food with… the coal you heat your home with and use to generate your lights… The diesel which plows our fields and brings our goods to market… This the world that was…

Satan wants you to long for the Golden Age; but he doesn’t want you burning the oil and coal, least you figure out where it came from… The more you study it, the more will be revealed… “The truth is stranger than fiction.” And all the while, the rebuilding of The Golden Age continues… at a fervor pace.

Satan has you by the balls people… as the new Golden Age rises. I not only speak to America, but to Russia, U.K. Ukraine, Japan, China and to anyone who read these words, Christ is your only hope. He was in the beginning, and he is now, and so it was, and so it shall be. 

George Henry Nichols

Girls, The Joy of the World

This essay may seem a little strange, and perhaps on a subject many may see as taboo. Girls. Or girf’s as Carly Shaw would say.

This essay is going to be long, with a number of videos. I request that you view the videos, even if they bore you, hopefully by the end they won’t. Try your best to view them with an opened mind and an open heart, without judgment on what they are wearing or not wearing, or how they move. I did not shoot these video’s, I did not choose the dress, pick the music or lay out the choreography. Some I choose to make a point, others just for the experience.

Anyone who has viewed my profile knows I am a Catholic, and as a Catholic it is impossible for me to have such a discussion without God being the foundation and fabric of the whole. I do not claim to speak for the Church, nor do I represent this essay as teachings of the Church. Instead, with the teachings of my mother and the actions of my father and a reflection of what I have been taught as a Catholic, these are my conclusions.

So in order to lay foundation for an honest talk about girls, we must get an idea of who the woman is.

Let us start at the beginning. (1-26) God created man in his image; in the divine image he created them; male and female he created them. Now it is obvious that he did not create us equal, he created us male and female. But, as to the authority bestowed upon them. Dominion over the birds of the air, the fish in the sea, and all the things that relate to this, he gave to man and woman both. Now I feel the first story of creation was told to make it clear to the reader that God created everything and that he created it from nothing, that is to say, he willed it, and so it was. I think he used the format of seven days because he wanted man to keep track of time, a format we use to this day. Why do you suppose he wanted us to keep track of time?
 

This is a destiny you cannot escape, make friends with it, this is not the way it was meant to be, but this is the way it is! Notice, what do you see, the name of the person and the day they were born and the day they died. Time!!! Your life is made of time!!

Now let us take a look at the second story of creation, (2-18) I feel this story of creation is to make it clear to the reader that we were made personally by God, regardless of what we may learn about the earth and it’s history, mankind was created personally. Now if you listen to the story, ‘remember; words mean things,’ God is the creator and therefore outranks man, (the creation can not out rank the creator), and if you follow the logic of the story, woman is a gift from God to man. Therefore, equal in spirit, but as human beings a man outranks his wife, not women, his wife (a gift can not out rank the recepeant).  But, don’t fret about this idea that your husband outranks you; God knows what he is doing.

Now, where does a gift from God belong? And should it be respected? Remember, this gift is very likely as smart as you are, and perhaps at times even smarter.

Remember from the story, you (the male) are made of clay, she on the other hand, is made of flesh and bone. Right there is a huge difference, which I believe explains a lot about the nature of a woman, to include the sixth sense, which I believe women have, and in recent generations, have been cheated of.

Now, let us take a look at some of things we know.
What did God write about woman, (Proverbs 31-10). Seems God thinks woman to be of great value, considering the great value she brings to her husband. And everyone knows ‘A man is King of his Castle – But a woman rules the roost’.

What else do we know, well we know the Angles have addressed men throughout the bible, and always in such a way that would led you to believe Angles outrank men. Example, When the Angle Gabriel came to Zechariah to announce the birth of John, Zechariah rebuffed him and said, ‘I am an old man, my wife an old woman, how can this be?’ And if you remember, Gabriel became indignant and struck Zechariah dumb, saying in effect, ‘ who do you think you are! You doubt me, Gabriel, who stands in attendance of God, you crummy little human being,’ Zappp!!! He’s dumb, for nine months, until the child (John the Baptist) was born, and Zechariah’s first words after nine months were,’ and his name will be called John.’ Yes, Angles outrank human beings.

But let us consider how that same Angle, Gabriel, addressed Mary when he came to announce the birth of Jesus. “Hail Mary full of grace, the Lord is with thee, blessed art thou among women”. Now who sounds like they are of higher rank? Mary? I think so. The only human being I know (outside of Jesus) who outranks Angles. Why? Because she is the Queen of Heaven. By default of who she is, she is the mother of Jesus, and if Jesus is King and unmarried, then by default, his mother is Queen. Now think about this, if we are going to believe that we are children of God, then by default, the women are Princesses. Think about that.

You Catholics, consider for one moment what an absolute joy it must have been to know Mary, the Mother of God as a girl. That’s right, God’s own Mother, the Queen of heaven started as a girl.

Now, if you read my essay, “Yes, I a male chavinist,’ I show how this manifest itself in our lives and the structure of culture.

http://thebiggalootfrom.blogspot.com/2012/05/yes-i-am-male-chauvinist.html

My mother liked being a woman, she like the power that came with it, and she knew how to use it. Once when I was about five years old, mom wanted a new refrigerator, but dad insisted the old one ran fine. So mom, knowing dad, instead of arguing with him, painted the old refrigerator bright gold, I got to help. It looked grand. Being sixty now and looking back, I’ll bet it was a monstrosity and shortly after that, we had a new refrigerator. Mom knew what she was doing.

Now where do such women come from? Women on whom you can build a great culture, like the Greeks, the Romans, the English?

They come from girls. My mother loved being a girl, she told me all about it, and the great joy that is was. This is key; if women are the gift, then girls are the joy. Girls (created in the likeness and image of Almighty God) are the joy of the world, no if’s, no ands, no buts.  

This paper began with stirrings in my gray matter about 1994, I was well into my forties, running a store in a Mexican flea market. I always had a color TV for sale, and of course it was always tuned to Univision because of who was looking at it.

I came in one morning and turned on the TV and this is what I saw.

‘El Club de los Tigritos’ (Ruge)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U6_1jEsx7-4

A strange thing happened, I was entertained. My spirits were lifted and I felt good about the world. I don’t even speak Spanish. I wasn’t sure why I was entertained, my first response was, ‘you’re a dirty old man if you like this,’ but yet, I’m not, that wasn’t it. But the truth is; I was entertained. I became a fan of the show and during its run, not only was I entertained; I studied it carefully in an effort to understand why I was entertained.

As time went on and I continued to watch the show, the things my mother had tried so hard to teach me began to emerge. Things we use to celebrate in earlier generations.

This is from the generation who fought and won WWII. There was always room for the girl and time to admire her and appreciate her. After all, she is the bud that will become the flower, and then a brick in the cultural wall.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WLLSqpYyPD8

If you ever saw the movie, ‘Meet me in St. Louis,’ then you know it was a romance, but the sheer joy in the movie was provided by Margret O’Brian. She lifts the spirits and heightens the emotional character of the entire film, simply because of who she was, the girl.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1grzsbVrXyg

Now if God is our foundation and fabric, then we can’t over look Satan. If Christ is real, than Satan is real. Why does Satan hate the human race so much and is determined to destroy it? Because Christ offered us a path to redemption, an offer unavailable to the fallen angels, Satan is already defeated and doomed along with his cohorts.

So Satan is envious of our redemption, but also of our physical being and the reality which goes along with it. We have the joy of being spiritual beings as well as human beings. There are many pleasures available to us which are directly related to the physical reality, like eating, drinking, sleeping, smell, touch, sex and most important, a foundation on which we ourselves can create, the earth and all that’s in it.

Christ said, ‘With man, nothing is possible, but with God all things are possible.’ Has this not proven to be so? Any and everything we have though up, we find what is necessary to make it so, right here in this abundant creation of God’s.

And what is this abundant creation? Contrast. Everything contrasts everything else. You can’t have day without night, you can’t have black without white. Happiness means nothing without sadness, struggle, grief. There is no laughter if there is no crying.  Without despair, there is no joy. Without the male there is no female.

God created us with a balance, (and the two shall be as one, (duhhh.. the children)), man who is made of clay, who is hard, earthy, with his roots deep in the soil that supports him and yields to him, and woman, who is made of flesh and bone, one who is soft, even tempted, a willing servant, a peace maker, a foundation of creation herself, and who can soften the clay and help mold it, care for it, comfort it and inspire it. (She’s really quite the gift).

Now if Satan wants to destroy man, then he needs only to upset this balance. If he can confuse and distort the identity of the man and the woman, or remove woman from the picture, then man will destroy himself. If Satan can steal the joy of the world, then despair will fill that void.

This is just a little girl on the beach, observe her, this is joy bubbling over onto the world around her. Look at her, she is the flower, she wants to be look at and admired, her only desire, to be pleasing, it’s who she is. She is made of flesh and bone.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QXvryajyNHY

The little boy on the other hand, will act silly and want attention, but for the most part, wants to play in the dirt. It’s who he is… Let the little boys play in the dirt and let the little girls, be girls.

If you take a close look at what you’ve built, the woman is behaving so much like a man, and so many men acting like girls, how can you tell the different?

Your toys are so abundant and so fascinating, you don’t see each other anymore, you don’t see your kids, you’re staring into a computer, television or a phone. You are distracted.

The beauty of the mating dance, regardless of culture or era, was immortalized in literature. I don’t even see one anymore? How do boys and girls get together? What? With all the cops, lawyers, suits, right down to the first grade, ‘Johnny Kiss me and I’m going to sue!’ 

Everybody’s a dirty old man; you can’t even look at a girl. One false move and you are labeled. It is dangerous to enjoy a girl, who does this sound like to you? If not Satan. Who would want them ignored and shunned, molested and abused, left unattended out of fear to be overgrown and choked off by weeds. To think only of the pleasure of sex, never considering the great potential of creation there in your own hands. The sheer power she gives you, that God gives you.

This following clip made for quite a stir, lots of people yelling about how obscene this was. Child porn I heard it called. (So be cautious)

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TYRIYL5uP6w

Let me tell you what I saw. I saw five beautiful little girls give it their best shot. I saw hours worth of work and sore feet and hurt feelings and gallons of tears, and after all that suffering, they got up on that stage and dance that well, for me (considering I’m the audience at this moment), and I ‘m going to say that’s somehow nasty? Who do these people think they are? What are their true motives?

We started out in fig leaves, they’re girls, that’s who they are; they are the joy of the world.

If all you saw was sex, if you thought that was somehow nasty, then Satan has stolen your joy. Because what was actually on that stage was the future, the buildings blocks of a nation, showing you with all their sinew, their beauty, their strength, their ability to work with others, their ability to learn, to count, to understand music, to communicate. Do you think joy is hollow? Joy from God is never hollow. You speak about the depths of despair, have you forgotten the heights of joy? Look at what’s right in front of you.

Jackie Evancho Again, with an open mind and an open heart, if you let her, she’ll reach right into you. Please watch the entire video.

The last time I posted this, they pulled the video, its back, so type   Jackie Evancho, 10 (classical crossover singer) ~ America's Got Talent YouTube Special  into your youtube engine, and you’ll find it. I do not want to offend this girl, this is a great performance.

Not only does she have the voice of an angel, consider all the practice, all the heartache, all the tears and suffering that went into that moment. Notice how well she stood there and accepted the praise and admiration, how honest she was, and even when she bust into tears and cried for the world to see, she held her ground gracefully. She was ten. Rare is the occasion I see this kind of strength among my fellow men.

The bald guy said, ‘She’s a child?’ At the end the judges were truly amazed, not only with her, but with the response of the audience. I have to wonder why? Could it be because they ignore what’s right in front of them, and when a girl makes it all the way to Big Brother, they are overwhelmed?  Do they not understand who she is? The Joy of the world. It’s on this kind of foundation you can build a great culture. This clip goes a long ways to making my point. The great response to her was because of the great joy she brought to them. A natural thing, something we should be filled with. Instead we are filled with other people’s tragedies, the troubles of the world, doom, despair and play with our distractions so we don’t think about it.

Then something like this comes along, lifts your spirits and makes you fell good about the world, and it feels strange, somehow foreign, somehow??? and you change the channel.

Indeed she is foreign, she is from Russia. The reason I choose a few foreign films was hopefully you would not speak the laugange, girls don’t need laugange to be girls, they just are. Look at her, let her sing to you, you’ll be amazed at what she communcates, joy will flow from her. Remember that, when listening to a girl, words aren’t always important. She has a sixth sense. You need only to get to know her.

Katya Ryabova

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I7E99EjtObU 

You have your boats (my weakness), trucks, guns, computers, football, baseball and toys out your ass. That’s fine, but if you want to study something, there is nothing more fascinating than a little girl. She will entertain you, she will challenge you, she will make you think, she’ll puzzle you, she’ll protect you and she’ll care for you like a sick puppy when you’re down or old.

They will protect you, if you get to know your daughters, and teach them, and cultivate them, they will fight to the death for you. That’s why you send them away during times of battle or you take the war to your enemies, so they don’t bring it home to your women, because they will get themselves killed protecting you, and it is your duty to protect what God gave you. Remember, you are made of clay, she of flesh and bone, you are her rock, and she will defend her rock to the death.

Priscilla ‘Cette Vie Nouvelle’

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dncxiW-BhCI

These are the bricks on which you build a culture. Girls, not some gender neutral equal partner. Do not judge her on what she’s wearing or the sexy way she dances; consider instead the creature that is capable of doing this. Yes she’s sexy, yes she’s young, she’s a girl!!! Cultivate her, teach her, rear her, love her, support her, but let her be a girl. Quit trying to change nature, instead give them an outlet. Give the young a mating dance, give them an avenue to get to know each other and appreciate each other. For if there is to be freedom, there first has to be a reason, and you are so tangled in your own tar babies (http://thebiggalootfrom.blogspot.com/2012/07/what-are-we-going-to-do.html) and so distracted by your toys, you have forgotten that reason.  This gift from God is your reason. Think about that, it’s nature; it’s the way God made it. Perhaps as many as 2,500 girls a day are being sacrificed to Satan, he has you not only killing the joy of the world, but your reason to be free, and where there is no reason, there is no will.

Christ said, ‘It would be better for a mill stone to be place around your neck and you tossed into the sea, least you corrupt such as these.’ Referring to the children.  Do not molest them or corrupt them, instead appreciate them, admire them, protect them and let them bring the ‘Joy of God’ into your life.

Just a small town girl, at a small town festival; a beautiful flower in the breeze.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G3WDTiFYkrA

Or a field exploding with color filling the air with the aroma’s of spring.

AKB48 – ‘Baby, baby, baby.’

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yNg3mcjhq9w

Consider if these are the building blocks, what a beautiful cultural you could build.

You have already murder some twenty-seven million of your girls since 1973 before they were even born. It has to stop! Abortion has to stop! You will not have the blessings of the Almighty God as long as this continues.

Consider for one moment if you were God, and man was choosing to murder 2,500 of your girls every day, which ones would you let man keep?

Remember, your girls are only as good as you, and you only as good as your girls. Embrace and kiss your wives and daughters and see them for what and who they are. For God will abandon the country which abandons its girls.

Jordan McCoy

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rDO_Sgz804M 

Our father’s knew what I’m telling you, and went so far as to tell stories to illustrate the point. One such story is Pollyanna, by Eleanor H. Porter, here brought to life by Walt Disney.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gJQSQA2bwgU

If you are so inclined, I think the entire movie is here, and is worth the watch. It is the story of a little girl who transforms a community, preacher and all.  ©

George Henry Nichols

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

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 

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