Opportunity

 

This I beheld, or dreamed it in a dream:-

There spread a cloud across a plain;

And underneath the cloud, or in it, raged

A furious battle, and men yelled, and swords

Shocked upon swords and shields. A prince’s banner

Wavered, then staggered backwards, hemmed by foes.

A craven hung along the battles edge,

And thought, “Had I a sword of keener steel-

That Blue Blade that the king’s son bears-but this

Blunt thing!”-he snapped and flung it from his hand.

And lowering crept away and left the field.

Then came the king’s son, wounded sore bestead,

And Weaponless, and saw the broken sword,

Hilt-buried in the dry trodden sand,

And ran and snatched it, and with battle-shout

Lifted afresh he hewed his enemy down,

And saved a great cause that heroic day.

Edward R. Sill

1841 - 1887

"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.

What is Christmas

Christmas… What is Christmas? I’ve heard a lot of things… It’s about giving….It’s about family…It’s about receiving…. It’s about forgiving… It’s about Santa Claus…. And a Sleigh full of toys, for the children the world over….

Sounds pretty good… Oh yea… it’s somebody’s birthday…. Our Lord Jesus Christ…

Who was this man, who’s birth we celebrate every year… Year after year for centuries???

A singular man who impacted history, like no other man ever…. To the point, we celebrate the winter solace, as the beginning mark for the bleak winter ahead…. Around this man’s birthday…. 

Who was this man? Well I stand with Saint Peter and say, he is the Son of the Living God….The God, who made the heavens and the earth….

So Christmas is the time we mark, as the time “The Christ” was born…. The, without dispute, most important date in man’s history.

And so we should indeed, celebrate Christmas, but we should do so in humility…. Considering the gift Christ is to the world, redemption...

We have gotten carried away with ourselves, and our own ideas, clinging to forgotten traditions, and distorting them beyond recognition, to somehow fit our own idea of what Christmas is suppose to be…

Whoooaa…. Wait just a minute there…

It wasn’t your idea…. It was the idea of the Almighty God…. It was God’s idea to come and walk among us… and God’s alone…. 

Bring this idea into your hearts and homes and the ideas of giving, of family, of receiving, of forgiving… will begin to take hold, and you will find comfort.

The Idea of Santa Claus comes from several traditions; (most of which served the same purpose), the one I grew up with was Saint Nicholas.... The idea is to introduce and create a desire in the child to search for and seek out the truth… Santa Claus is very much like Christ… He is always there; he knows all about you, he comes in the bleak of winter spreading joy and good cheer, all in reference to the birth of the Christ…

Through critical thinking on the part of the child, we realize that Mom and Dad are Santa Claus… and this tradition of searching for the truth, of critical thinking continues… serving a man his entire life. And any search for truth will lead to Christ.

So this Christmas, take a lesson from Charlie Brown, read the gospels for yourselves (Luke & Matthew), and return to the true meaning of Christmas this year… And the gift Christmas (Christ) truly is…..

And…ahhhh….. don’t buy so damn much junk! ;)

Indeed a Time to rejoice

Merry Christmas

George Henry Nichols   

Noah and the Culture

Any of you who actually follow me and have a look at what I put up on Twitter, know that I put up a lot of foreign entertainers.  From Japan, Russia, France, Venezuela, ect… Well… I’m going to try and explain why. But foremost, let it be said in the beginning, it’s because I like them, as, entertainers.

Stay with me here… Noah found favor in the eyes of the Lord. Didn't say that about his kids and their wives… Now. Don’t go to an extreme, that’s not to say they were bad people, or evil people, but they weren't Noah, Noah got it. They built the Ark at Noah’s direction. They may very well have thought Noah was nuts… Also keep in mind, there was quite a civilization going on prior to the flood. One ‘the kids’ may have been getting along in fairly well. As many of us do today. People are people. (We are talking educated people, they built a boat 500 ft. X 75 ft. X 30 ft.)

So when the rains came sure enough, and it was all washed away… All of it!  When they came out of the Ark, it was a holy mess, (so to speak) indeed. It was muddy, it was muggy, foggy, and with all the evaporation going on, it was cold. There were no trees, there was only rock, mud and a bit of fresh vegetation. You know what else there was a lot of, resentment. At God! They (the kids) knew God was real now for sure… and they had just seen what he had done. They were pissed!

But kept in mind, they were still educated, they knew how to get things done, and how to do them. Well as we all know, life can be pressing, and so things have to get done.  And (very important), they didn't have 'nothing,' they had the Ark. God had given them the Ark. There it was, with all its woods, metals, stores and pottery.  

So… What did Noah’s kids tell their kids…? Same as we do today, what they knew… They told the stories of the Golden Age, and how it sank beneath the waves. How God wiped it all away, and these stories may have been told with a certain amount of resentment. These stories are the source of all the mythologies, which tend to be similar in there content....  

This is why they built the Tower of Babble. As an act of defiance… The rebellion of a child. This was the first post flood culture, the ‘rebellion of a child.’ And all of one family, (?) of one tongue and culture, just like it was before the flood, and was ripe pickings for Satan, and who would soon destroy themselves.

So God dispersed them by confusing there language... But he didn't take their knowledge, they still knew, what they knew. This is where Egypt, the Inca’s, the Mayan’s, the Celtics, China’s first dynasty, ect… This is why all ancient cultures start with the story of a flood. You need to think about this… All that crap about evolution and deep time is just that…Crap (modern gods), and they are teaching it to your kids, and testing them on it. It’s an act of rebellion, of resentment… Ever notice how there is a certain amount of resentment in these people… its inherent. They seem to want to worship anything but God…

Keep in mind how big and how small it all seems to be. For it is just as small under a microscope as it is big in the telescope.  God created it… it belongs to Him… it sits on His coffee table… It seems to reason, He’s not going to be on your side, seems to me the thing to do, is be on His side…

Back to the videos… When I was a kid… Our family would go camping, to places like Colorado, New Mexico, Wyoming, Utah, ect… As we traveled the road, we went through a lot of little towns. They all were pretty much alike, insomuch as they all had gas stations, motels, restaurants, yet at the same time, each town was its own place, with its own flavor.

Whereas today, they are all of the same flavor, same restaurants, same motels, same gas stations… “Well if there isn't a McDonald’s, keep going,” is heard often… I’m sure… Have we lost our flavor?

If you notice in the videos I put up… it seems to be happening the world over. When I was young, when we talked about culture, we spoke of what the people ate, what they wore, their music, their dances… Get my point…

There are McDonald’s all over the world… You can get a coke most anywhere… and look at the entertainment… Hummm…  Are we losing our flavor as a world?  For Christ said.... "You are the salt of the earth; but if the salt has become tasteless, how can it be made salty again? It is no longer good for anything, except to be thrown out and trampled under foot by men." 

Satan has been working very hard since the flood to get us all under one roof… Keep in mind, Satan can only be in one place at a time. So as long as we are scattered, he can’t control us all… “The New World Order,” ring a bell. Have you read ‘1984’ yet? ‘Animal Farm?’

George Henry Nichols 

About the First of June

What I like, come ‘bout the first of June,

I’ll tell you this, it n’ver comes too soon!

When the birds are flying, upon the sky,

And along with them my heart soars high.

A heat that comes with a summer’s day,

A heat like you’ll never feel in May.

The long stem roses that reach up high,

You’d almost think, they’d touch the sky.

The grass that covers the graveyards in town,

And covers those that fill the ground.

As I remember those buried there,

And all their Junes, and how they cared.

The bugs are many, as they buzz about,

Some buzz too low and feed the trout.

The trees are green, with leaves anew,

Filled with birds and there families too.

The fire flies come out as evenin’ nears,

Yes, the beauty of June, I’m moved to tears.

For on the rise we fine the moon,

And it’s glow will fill the night of June.

And the lazy days will come to me,

And find me down upon my knees.

Giving thanks to God, I’m wise and smart,

I’m no longer young, but young at heart.

Along the beaches where the seagulls play,

I fine myself wadding this fine June day.

As the earth cools, as evening grows,

Nectar in the flowers begins to flow.

I think of a girl I use to know,

And how in June she use to glow.

As evening closes on this fine June day,

I almost forget, I’m made of clay.

As the young girls, like flowers bloom,

These are the things I like, come the first of June,

And I’ll tell you this, it n’ver comes too soon.

©

George Henry Nichols 

Bastards & Common Sense

I want you to consider the following statement written by a teenage girl from Wales. Right off the cuff, you could consider it insulting if it weren’t true. Well… I wasn’t insulted, because it is true.

Never again will I step foot on USA soil.  To me, it would be like stepping back say some thirty years into my grandfather's Ukraine when it was under old Soviet rule.  His sad stories and harrowing experiences are now coming to life before my eyes in present day America.  The "in-your-face" lies, corruption, deceit, control, loss of individuality, fear of government, media manipulation, corruption of the public education system (turning that institution into indoctrination centers), confiscation of property and personal freedoms, denigration of religion (a higher authority), pitting  groups against groups, having as many people dependent on the largess of government, among numerous other adversities, were normal.  Seems these are the "new" normal in USA.

There is something very interesting about this statement, outside the list of failures… It’s the second sentence; To me, it would be like stepping back say some thirty years into my grandfather's Ukraine when it was under old Soviet rule.  What this sentence says to me is she has been given tradition… Her grandfather took the time to educate her on what he knew to be true. You might say she has common sense.  Common sense isn’t what people think it is; it is family tradition.

When the hippies choose to discard the idea of family and all that went with it, in favor of free love, piece (no, I did not misspell it) and rock and roll, they instead threw away Love, Peace and Harmony; Common sense.

Common sense is known under another name as well… Wisdom. With the advent of the hippies, (this to include the compassion of the welfare state), there was a decline in marriages, an increase in divorces and the countryside was littered with bastard children. The home, ‘Woman,’ was replaced with a second income, or she had to produce in order to rear her children.

In many cases the grandparents tried to hold the traditions together, but as time wore on, and poor habits repeated, and the number of bastard children increased, the factures grew and slowly the family traditions gave way to ignorance and dependence on public assistant.  

Although the American free enterprise system has provided abundance, it can not provide family tradition, common sense.

The abundance as provided education, and with a lack of family tradition, has left our children prey to a whole array of strange and misguided ideas. The profusion of wealth has gone a long way to insulating the culture as a whole from the effects of these misguided ideas. But as the ignorance grows and more and more people embrace ‘modern thinking’ the impact is near at hand.

This started in the early twentieth century with the importation of European professors. The impact was small because family tradition prevailed and an ole saying came to be, “If you’re twenty and not a liberal, you have no heart, if you’re forty and not a conservative, you have no brains.” But without a firm reliance on family tradition to purge ideas which do not produce, you have nothing to work with except what you learn in school.

America has become a sea of well educated people with a lack of common sense. But it was built on a foundation of family people, with a wealth of wisdom.

George Henry Nichols 

I Shall not Pass this Way Again

I shall not pass this way again-

Although it bordered be with flowers.

Although I rest in fragrant bowers,

And hear the singing

Of song-birds winging

To highest heaven their gladsome flight;

Though moons are full and stars are bright,

And winds and waves are softly sighing,

While leafy trees make low replying;

Though voices clear in joyous strain

Repeat a jubilant refrain;

Though rising suns their radiance throw

On summer's green and winter's snow,

In such rare splendor that my heart

Would ache from scenes like these to part;

Though beauties heighten,

And life-lights brighten,

And joys proceed from every pain,-

I shall not pass this way again.

Then let me pluck the flowers that blow,

And let me listen as I go

To music rare

That fills the air;

And let hereafter

Songs and laughter

Fill every pause along the way;

And to my spirit let me say:

“O soul be happy: soon tis trod,

The path made thus for thee by God.

Be happy thou, and bless His name

By whom such marvelous beauty came."

And let no chance by me be lost

To kindness show at any cost.

I shall not pass this way again;

Then let me now relieve some pain,

Remove some barrier from the road,

Or brighten some one's heavy load;

A helping hand to this one lend,

Then turn some other to befriend.

o God, forgive

That now I live

As if I might, sometime, return

To bless the weary ones that yearn

For help and comfort every day,-

For there be such along the way. O God, forgive that I have seen

The beauty only, have not been

Awake to sorrow such as this;

That I have drunk the cup of bliss

Remembering not that those there be

Who drink the dregs of misery.

I love the beauty of the scene,

Would roam again o'er fields so green;

But since I may not, let me spend

My strength for others to the end,--;,

For those who tread on rock and stone,

And bear their burdens all alone,

Who loiter not in leafy bowers,

Nor hear the birds nor pluck the flowers.

A larger kindness give to me,

A deeper love and sympathy;

Then, 0, one day

May someone say-

Remembering a lessened pain-

"Would she could pass this way again."

Eva Rose York

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