The Emperor's New Clothes

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

          Please hear me out…

The Emperor’s New Clothes

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

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

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

                                                      Hans Christian Anderson

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

             

The Tar Baby

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

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

            And how do you fight them?

Too Sharp for Mr. Fox

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

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

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

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

The Dangers of Assumptions

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

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

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

Girls = Liberty

I would like to address the very basic foundation of civilization. Women. Do you think this is strange? Let us consider, and go back five hundred years. The new world was discovered, first here were the Spanish, then the French, and then the Dutch, and last on the scene were the English.

Why were the English so wildly successful? Because they brought their own women. The Spanish, the French, the Dutch came to rape the land of its riches and return home, but unable to resist the temtation of the local women, and considering them no more than animals, treating them with no respect, took up with them and turned them into whores and littered the countryside with bastards, and thus entrenched this idea into local cultures.

I ask you, who is going to fight and die for whores and bastards? Who is going to stand and build on them? While the English brought their own women, their wives, their daughters, the ones they loved, treasured, respected. Women who would give them futures, women worth building for, worth protecting, worth dying for. Women who grew into families, farms, companies, dynasties, and by 1776, country.

Yes, that’s right, when one speaks of love of country, when one is willing to die for country, what the hell do you think he’s talking about? His women! His mother, his wive, his daughters. This is what motivates a man. Ever notice the nose art of WWII combat planes, the vast majority were depictions of women. Why? Because that is what they were fighting for. Look at South and Central America, they are stagnate, why? Because of the legacy of bastards left behind by the Spanish, the French and the Dutch.

You focus in on any dynasty down there, and it is rooted in family, but there are few of them. Now look at the United States and Canada, it was built for and on the love and respect of the treasured woman. It used to be entrenched in the culture, the idea of the Lady, and the Gentleman who loved her, this common among the poor and rich alike, causing an upward trend in the culture as a whole.

If you doubt me, take a look at the world, take a look at history. The Greeks, the Romans, loved and adored their woman, the English, on who’s soil the sun never set, at one time, developed it into the idea of the Lady and the Gentleman who loved her, and was this not embraced by all the classes, did not every woman aspire to be a Lady, and every man a gentleman.

Look at the fall of these empires, they crumbled right along with the families as the attitude towards the woman changed. Look at Africa, they have never done a damn thing, and they consider their women slaves and cows. Look at the Arabs, who we fight today, they do not even allow flowers in the field, they cover them up, and hid them away, and they are barbaric people, a culture of death.

So think hard, and consider what I say before you dismiss it as old fashion thinking, for wasn’t it old fashion thinking that gave us the Greeks, the Romans, the Great British Empire? In the forties, we had to fight the evils of Germany, where Hitler viewed the woman as a source to build an army, go and read the ‘Rise and Fall of the Third Reich’, as see if what I say is not true. Look at Japan before and during the war, need I go on?

I hear you cry out for freedom, liberty, justice, but why is it you want these things, so you can go on treating women like candy, to be eaten and consumed, and discarded when they grow old like expired milk, littering the countryside with bastards, creating girls with no morels so you have a new crop of candies to be consumed and discarded. I promise you, the men who died to give you these things, freedom, liberty and justice did so for their women, so they could love them and adore them and grow them into families, farms, companies, dynasties, country. Do you think you can secure freedom, liberty and justice when your motives are to rape, molest and destroy? There are three things that motivate a man, food, sleep and sex, and sex is the greatest of the three. Woman. Think about it.

So if you are concerned with the New World Order, the loss of democracy, the poisoning of our water supply, the abuse of monopolies, then I say to you, go home to your wives first. Give them the love and respect they deserve. If your wife is estranged, go and find her, tell her you are sorry for being a fool, and take her back in, care for her, provide for her and respect her for the gift that she is. Love your children, teach them, take the time to tell them the stories, Chicken Little, The Emperors New Clothes, The Tar Baby, Cinderella, Rumpelstilzchen, The three Little pigs, Little Red Riding Hood, ‘you don’t dress your pretty little girl up in a nice red cape and hood and send her out among wolves, they are going to eat her!’ No wait! Maybe you are the wolves?

Wake up! If you have littered the country side with bastards, go, gather them up, tell them you were a fool, bring them home, love them, teach them, tell them the stories, and if you do not know the stories, than learn them, maybe you might do some growing. Do not use the updated politically correct versions, go back to the original stories, the ones with the bite, the ones that taught life’s lessons.

Let me ask you, do you have a home? Or a house? If you are in a fox hole, and a woman is next to you, who are you fighting for? If you are working in a factory, and a woman is working next to you, for whom do you work? If you are a leader, with a fine suit in a tall building, and a woman is next to you, leading, for whom are you leading? If the women are going to fight for us, build for us and lead us, why not stay at the house and watch the TV and drink beer? Look around, just what is it you see? You can cry out for freedom, liberty and justice, but you will never secure it, if you are not motivated to get off your ass and act!!!

Food, Sleep and Sex, a good women will motivate you to do, whatever it is that needs to be done, for a cherished woman is worth dying for. Let us not forget, that is the price.

I can hear you now!!! Belly aching over it is her own damn fault. She is the one who wanted a job, a career, who wanted to be more. Yes, I can hear you. Well I hate to be the one to break it to you, but it is your fault. You failed to celebrate her, instead you went on and on about how important you were. How you had to go to work everyday, how you had to bring home the bacon, how she would be nothing if it was not for the man. Yes, I can hear you.

Let me ask you again, do you have a home, or a house? Who is rearing your children? You? Your woman? Or the schools, the day cares, the after school programs, the gangs, the government? Think about it. Who is going to care for you in your old age? The children reared by the schools, the daycares, the after school programs, the gangs, the government? Or the children reared by your wives, who love you? Answer me, I implore you. Tell me, I want to know.

Who are these kids going to love? Remember, there are three motivators, Food, Sleep and Sex. Who are the children going to love? The ones that fed them, that provided their shelter, which taught them about life, right or wrong.

If you give up your wives, if you do not recognize how important she is to the culture, as a woman, as a mother, as the temper of community, if you do not celebrate their importance, and love them, provide for them, protect them, then you also give up your children, and they are the future.

You threw out these old fashion ideas, and here, now is the future you reaped. Look at it. Seems to be the same one you are bitching about. The same one that seems to be bound to enslave you, to destroy you, to bring you to your knees.

If you think these kids do not resent being reared by the schools, the day cares, the gangs, the government, then why is the future what it is? Yes, they resent it, look around, and Wake up! It is indeed the man’s own fault. I implore you, think about it!

You know, when I was a kid, I would come home from school and my mother would have a piece of fruit or a candy bar waiting for me, sometime during the day my bed got made, she would ask me how school was. If I was overly cheerful, or melancholic, she would ask me why.

This was the rule throughout the neighborhood, mothers were at home. So there was very little I could do that my mother didn’t know about. I fell out of a tree once, some 12 feet, landed on my back, knocked the wind out of me, and I was having trouble catching my breath. One of the neighbor mothers saw it, did she panic, call 911, no. She grabbed me up by my arm, dragged me home, and knocked on our door. She told mother what happen, mother grabbed me up, had a good look at me and said he’s alright Smitty, want a cup of coffee?

That was that. I learned, just because you fall out of a tree, it is not the end of the world, if you are not hurt, then get over it. My brother and I were out once goofing off, and I broke my arm, did we panic, call 911? No. We went home, dad looked at it, said, ‘Yep, it’s broke’, and took me over to see Doctor Parker, he fixed it, right there in his office. Told dad how and when to take the cast off, told Dad not to bring him back unless something is wrong with him. Neither time did mom nor dad get upset, its just life. I learned that day, even if you do get hurt, it’s not the end of the world.

At no time did I feel unloved. Dinner was always on the table when dad got home from work, and we sat down together as a family, and we had dinner conversation. Many things were discussed over dinner, when dinner was over, dad instructed us to thank mother for dinner. When it was time for bed, mother always tucked us in, and helped us to say a pray to thank God for the day, regardless of how it went, and then she would tell us a story. At the time, I just thought it was a story, but today I find I apply those stories on regular bases.

When I asked my father a question, he would ask me 10. It used to frustrate the hell out of me, but looking back on it I realize, he was teaching me to think. My mother would tell me, do what your teachers say, don’t give them any trouble, or you will have trouble double when you get home. But… When they start jumping off the cliff, you come home.

I would asked about something, and I would say, well Joe says this, and Randy says that, and mother would ask, what do you say? What do you think? Don’t let Randy and Joe do your thinking, consider what they say, but do your own thinking.

Dad taught me how to fish, how to hunt and handle a gun in a safe manner, he would say, don’t ever point a gun at anyone unless you intend to kill them, because if you point a gun at them, they are going to kill you. You don’t point a gun at someone and pull the trigger to kill, you do so to stay alive! He taught me how to dress game, from the hoof to the dinner table, how to grow a garden, how to take care of myself, when nobody else would.

He taught me how to be a team member, how to do my job to the best of my ability, so even if the team lost, it was not my fault. He taught me to be a gracious winner, as well as a gracious loser. He taught me to treat every girl as a lady, as you would treat your own mother, for she is the mother of tomorrow, and being a mother is the most important of all jobs, for in the hands of mothers is where the future lies, it is why he went to work every day. At the time I did not understand of what he spoke, but now I do, the children are the future, and they are who rears them. So again I say, you fear one world government, well go home and tell your wives you love them and rear your children.

So do you doubt me? Who is feeding your children, KFC, Taco Bell, Pizza Hut, Alfie’s Fish and Chips, Who? Who is making their beds? Who is helping them with their home work? Who is teaching them about love and sex? Who? I want to know? Who is teaching them about life? Who? Well, I can tell you, if it is not their Mothers, then money is feeding them, if it is not their Mothers, then they are sleeping in unmade dirty beds, if Mother is not helping with their homework, then how do you know what they are learning?

If their Mothers and Fathers are not teaching them about love and sex, than who? The Government, that’s who, and they are leaving out the part about love and teaching them to masturbate, passing out condoms and telling them to go for it, and if you accidentally make a baby, that’s okay too, we will just suck it right out of the girl, and everything will be alright.

And you wonder why the world is what it is. The world is what you made it. You reap what you sow, take a look at your crop. You wonder why children have no sense of style, why the tattoos, the piercings, the crazy hair, the lack of manners, common curtsies, concern for others? Wonder why they are resentful, filled with hate? Are you wondering why? Again, tell me who reared them? You wonder why they love money? Who fed them, really? Was it money, or mother’s hand. Tell me, I want to know!

You know there is a big health care grab going on in the US right now, know what that’s about? I do. And it is not going to turn out very well. If you were smart, you would buy stock in funeral homes and cemeteries, because they are fixing to use health care to bury the hippies, who sowed this crop. People, the chickens have come home to roost.

So, to put it buntly, if you want to fix Global Warming, Clean up the water, solve energy problems, clean up the oil spills, bring government back into line, restore the Constitution, improve the schools...ect..ect...ect..... Then we must quit killing our babies before they are born, and put our women back on a pedetal and celibrate them for the gift they are. ©

What ever happened to the noble professions?

          There was a time when we had what was called the noble professions, they were Teaching, Medicine and Law. Why were they called the noble professions? Because they were important to the culture as a whole, because they required much in the way of education and because they didn’t pay very well. You took up one of these professions because you loved it and were of noble heart and wished to serve your fellow man.

          I ask you, where are these professions today? Law and Medicine are two of the highest paying careers, and teaching isn’t too shabby. I know all teachers do is bitch about their pay, but when I look at the average salary, my sympathy tends to dry up. And if you reply to this and try and justify yourselves, then you are most certainly not noble, and don’t need to be teaching.

          These professions were looked upon with great respect and awe because of the education necessary. Many in a community looked to these people for advice and guidance. Now I find teachers who can barely speak the language and teach for the most part a curriculum to satisfy an arbitrary test instead of what is useful to the student, the community and the culture as a whole, complaining about their pay the entire time.

          Lawyers have become despised because they distort the law to their own benefit and pockets instead of making a noble attempt to uphold the law and seek justice, thus serving the general welfare.

          Doctors have become agents of misery as they bombard you with untold tests in order to drive up your bill and hold the lawyers at bay. Many are unconcerned with health and opt to enlarge your breast and fatten your lips helping to promote an unhealthy view of beauty.  Others to repair folks who insist on doing what the body was not made to do, promoting the idea that it can, I ask you, is this healthy? And many Doctors opt to learn more and more about less and less so that you can no longer have, a doctor, but an army of them, each looking at a different part of you, but all dipping into your wallet, and even worst, our wallet.

Corruption and fraud have become mainstays in all three professions. How could this happen?

          I ask you, how long can we go on with the three noble professions corrupted, for are they not the icons and examples of what nobility is, and can a nation survive without a true sense of Nobility. I ask you, I put it to you? ©

George Henry Nichols 

How a Crock of Shit Becomes Policy

• Ever wonder how things can get so screwed up. Is it a lack of communication? Consider the following story…..
  
  In the beginning was the plan
  And then came the assumptions
  And the assumptions were without form
  And the plan was completely without substance
  And the darkness was upon the faces of the Workers
  And they spoke unto their Group Heads, saying:
  "It is a crock of shit and it stinketh".
  And the Group Heads went unto their Section Heads and sayeth:
  "It is a pail of dung, and none may abide the odour thereof' ..”
  And the Section Heads went unto their Managers and sayeth to them:
  "It is a container of excrement, and it’s aroma very strong,
  . Such that none here may abide by it".
  And the managers went unto their Director and sayeth unto him:
  "It contains that which aids plant growth, and it’s fragrance is very powerful".
  And the Director went unto the Assistant Deputy Minister
  and sayeth unto him:
  "It promoteth growth, and it is very powerful".
  And the A.D.M. went unto the Deputy Minister and sayeth unto him:
  "This powerful new plan will actively promote the growth and
  Efficiency of the Department, and this area in particular".
  And the Deputy Minister looked upon the plan,
  And saw that it 'was good’.
  
  And this is how a crock of shit becomes policy.
  
  Now you might wonder how something like the above can actually take place. Well consider the following story…….
  
  When the human body was first made, all of its parts had a meeting.
  
  They all agreed there had to be a leader, a boss, to make sure everything ran smoothly.
  
  First the brain spoke up saying he should be boss cuz he coordinated every function.
  
  But the heart objected saying if it wasn't for him constantly pumping life's blood to every part, nothing could happen.
  
  Then the lungs interjected, "I should be boss cuz I supply the oxygen necessary for the blood to be viable.
  
  "Wait a minute," responded the liver. "I make sure the blood and other vital fluids are healthy constantly cleansing them of toxins and poisons.
  
  Even the spleen extolled it should be boss cuz he was the one who actually manufactured enough blood so the body could function.
  
  This went on and on with the arms, legs, kidneys, stomach, eyes, teeth and all the other parts putting in their arguments why they should be boss.
  
  Then when all thought the debate was over, the "asshole" boastfully bellowed, "I demand to be boss!"
  
  Upon hearing that, all the other body parts broke out into loud laughter at that "absurd" idea.
  
  Taken aback by that harsh rebuke of his demand, the asshole puckered up refusing to participate in any more discussion.
  
  Soon the brain became dizzy and feverish.
  
  The heart struggled to keep pumping.
  
  The lungs found it increasingly difficult to draw in much needed air.
  
  The arms soon hung limply to the side.
  
  The eyes blurred.
  
  And so it went with every part of the body.
  
  And emergency meeting was called. And soon all capitulated for the sake of the whole.
  
  So that's how the "asshole" became the boss.
  
  
  Now I know you think this was all meant to be funny, but is it really???
  
  The reason that we have such shit policy is because assholes are in charge. It's time for them to go. Remember, shit flows down hill.
  
  

You Want Fair?

          Fair? What the hell does that mean? It’s a word that has come into use to replace equal, a word communist use, they think everyone should be equal, I mean, it’s only fair… (?)  After all, our own constitution say’s, ‘all men are equal,’ but just like bible thumpers, they leave out, ‘under the law.’ Now don’t get me wrong… I love the constitution, I think it is the greatest government document ever written, but it is not the bible!!! And nowhere in the bible does it mention all men are created equal, nor does it refer to the idea of fair.

          To think we are equal is folly, (to lie to one’s self), and yet we buy into such crap on a daily bases, never really thinking about it. Right off the bat, we don’t look alike, we have tall people, short people, pretty people, ugly people, fat people, skinny people, white folks and black folks, those who can sing, and those who have to carry a tune in a bag, we have leaders, and we have workers and we have everything in between!!! Do we want the workers leading the county, and leaders doing the work? Do we want those who sing like the neighbors dog, singing to us? I ask you? I challenge you to think about it.

          But some people make to much money…!!! I have never had someone put a gun on me and say give me your money. No, I usually take my money willing to them and ask for what they are producing, because I want it. If I limit how much money that person can make, then how long is he going to produce what I WANT!!!

          If a person is a visionary, then he is going to try and bring his vision about, thus creating work for the workers, but if I put the worker in charge, because it’s only fair, then tell me, what will I have? Think about it, Stagnation and coffee breaks. Come on, be honest with yourself, don’t believe me…. Think about it…!!!.

          But what about all those sad stories out there, those poor ole folks who can’t make it, or this, or that, but what about??? Well I have sad story too, but I don’t go around bragging about it, mine story is sadder than yours, oh my, piss and moannn… It’s become a cultural pass time, the problem is, we believe all this crap because it moves us emotionally, well so does music and movies and bloody soap operas… STOP, get off the emotional Farris Wheel and bloody think about it…!!!

          I know; I can hear you now!!! Well, it’s not that simple… But, yes it is. But that’s not fair!!!! If you want fair!!! Go to a baseball game, when the ball is hit, crack!!!!! It is either fair, or foul… That simple. ©

The Plague of Stupid People

           I have a friend, who, when someone gets themselves killed because of stupidity, likes to say, ‘Natural Selection at work.’ The trouble is; I have come to agree with him.

          In the past, we have had to fight off various plagues, Small pocks, Polio, Scarlet fever, Yellow fever, the black plague and we have had plagues of locust, plagues of flies, mosquitoes so on and so forth. All of which raise havoc among those affected.

Let us first deal with the word stupid: Stupidity does not lend itself to a physical deficiency, (Idiot) or a lack of education or information, (ignorance), but instead describes a person who is dull, senseless, and makes poor decisions even though there is nothing physically wrong with them, and has the proper information and/or education.

          I believe we are a mist a plague of stupid people, we don’t see it, because we don’t tend to think that way. I mean, they’re people. Are they not due respect, aren’t we told that all people are alike, somehow equal, somehow deserving.

          Well, a little over a hundred years ago, mankind entered into the industrial revolution, and with it came many wonders. Ain’t life good? I have to say, yes it is. But along with the industrial revolution came a quieter revolution, one whose impact we may just now be feeling. The Safety Revolution.

          In the old days, if you were stupid, you didn’t really last very long. Something got you. You would do something stupid, and wa-la, you were dead. Stupid people didn’t live long, and those who did, were few in number. As a result, stupid people didn’t reproduce much, because they didn’t really live long enough.  The laws of evolution, or natural selection, only the best and brightest survived to reproduce, thus a positive DNA trend…

          So you have to ask yourself, ‘what has the safety revolution done for me?’ Well, it has made the work place safer, recreational facilities safer, and consumer products much safer (sometimes to the point of being useless). It has made our coffee cooler, and automobiles complicated beyond belief.

          Unintended consequences; perhaps we are unintentionally preserving the fate of stupid people, and thus have increased their number, and if they aren’t being killed off due to interference (safety revolution) with natural selection, then they live long enough to reproduce, and what is it that stupid people teach their children? Do I dare go there?

          Now, don’t misinterpret what I’m saying, because I indeed, am just making an observation based on the information at hand. I don’t think it can be fixed, because it is something only nature can deal with. But let us suppose I’m right, would there not be a downward or negative DNA trend, according the laws of evolution? ©

George Henry Nichols