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MarchForOurLives

Do Right

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Some weeks, some days, some hours I don't know if I have a voice?

I speak into a void that lies before me.

At least once a week I cull together ideas, and hopefully, wisdom gathered from a life filled with frustration, grief, hard work, common sense and words learned from philosophical giants I admire.

I write to lift some of the darkness from our lives.

There's a reason for what I do.

I died when I was seventeen years old on an operating table.

I lost memory of my family.

I lost the timeline of my life up until then.

I lost my connection to people and things.

What I didn't lose was my grip to do right.

I never lost touch with the knowledge learned at the foot of my grandfather a Quaker minister, do right to all people.

I'm 58 right now, and as I look back, my actual memories began at age 20.

My introduction back into the world was not easy.

I saw people all around me who said one thing and did another.

I saw pastors talk about why God placed a curse on black people and women.

I saw people discriminate, persecute and violate each other without any regard for their actions.

I saw behind the mask that we as people put on and hide behind in public but behind closed doors their true selves are displayed.

A question till this very day has kept nagging me.

Why can't people do right?

It's hard to understand why some people seem to prefer to be destructive.

Where in the course of their lives did they lose their connection to humanity?

What drove them to believe wrong makes right?

How did they become nose blind to the stink they trail behind them?

Why do some believe they have the power of life and death over the innocent?

Why do some believe its okay to tell lies to gain power and wealth?

This past week has made many of us ask even harder, why?

Why a person murders the innocent freely with no restrictions or limitations and access to killing machines.

Why people who we elect to serve as our representatives, who know how to do right, do nothing to stop gun violence.

Why our president and his staff concoct a false reality around them minute by minute believing they can convince us the sky is falling, water runs uphill, the rain that falls is dry.

I've come to accept in my life that there are people who do wrong because it profits them some way, somehow.

They are part of the fabric of humanity that has always been with us.

These self-made bad strings are not external to humanity they are very much a part of us.

Like a toothache, if not tended to by good hygiene that one bad tooth can lead to an empty hollow toothless mouth in our free society.

The voice of freedom muted.

The smile of democracy turned upside down to the grimace of tyranny.

I remember.

I remember a call in my broken memory.

Do right.

We must wake up each day anew, ask for strength and get to the work of doing right.

Don't be afraid.

Stand for what is right.

Together I know we all can do right.

Peace

DFrey

Forces Film, Again Begin

What We Fear

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As you get older your fears transition from the world of the imagination to true monsters.

As a child, I was afraid of the dark.

Watching the Outer Limits back in the sixties didn’t help. In fact, my pediatrician told my mother I was watching too much television.

Monsters were real and I knew it.

But time and place pushed those creatures under my bed. 

Now the darkness over wraps me in its embrace as I drift off to sleep like an old friend. 

Kind, loving, understanding.

We’ve grown together each coming to understand each other.

As a so-called adult, real monsters I have found lurk not only in the dark but in the light of day.

As Ripley said to Newt in the film, Aliens, there are monsters.

We are the monsters.

Yes, we are the monsters.

The monsters that we are do not roam about without purpose. Like the troll beneath the bridge, the monster waits for its intended victim to come within reach.

Then it strikes.

It feeds on the fear.

These monsters.

These monsters that live in the light.

A long time ago, in a world just like ours…

A man, a carpenters son were asked, why do you tolerate these children who bother you? Send them away!

He looked back at the person who hid a monster inside his skin and told them clearly, let the children come for they are not a bother to me. 

They remind me of my home where all are welcome. 

All are welcome in my home.

Our government has monsters under the bed.

You can clearly see them.

If you can’t see them you are telling yourself a story.

A bedtime story that gives you comfort so that you don’t have to face the reality of the world that we live in.

I understand that reality is a difficult subject. It doesn’t conform to our wishes, our dreams, our plans, it goes on and does things without our permission.

Jeff Sessions, the Attorney General of the United States, doesn’t want children to come into our home.

He wants to teach a lesson broadly that non-white people need not come into this country either illegally or legally.

He has many monsters that have joined him in his monsterpalooza.

Over a thousand children have been taken from their families, and growing every hour, as they both illegally and legally sought entrance into our country.

Once upon a time, in our nation, there was no monster at the gate to the United States.

There stood an ideal, a morality, that all were welcome. The rich, the poor, the tired, the sick, the old and the young could lay down upon the golden shore and rest.

No restrictions. No tests. No lottery. No quotas. 

Just the desire, the need to be free.

To be free from fear.

The monsters say, No!

What happened?

What happened?

What happened?

Peace

DFrey

Forces Film, Again Begin

God & Alzheimer

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Religion has been packed about me since before I could remember.  My Grandfather on my Mothers side was a Quaker minister.  He was one of the most positive influences on my life from the very beginning.  Now it should be said that this is not a hate or anger story towards my Father or anybody else in my family.  The reason is that God in his infinite mercy has taken away any and all resentment and anger I ever had.  In fact, he took it away on September 12, 1977, when he killed me.   But, that part of the story will have to wait until another time.  This story concerns just the facts . . . just the facts, and how incredible life can be.  

Grandpa, Larkin Hadley, lived in the room next to my sister and I.  My Grandmother was there also but not for as long as Grandpa was.  My Grandmother, on my Mothers side, I vaguely remember.  She was quiet for the most part until the night when she tried to kill my Grandfather.  You see they slept in the same bed, Quakers are allowed, when this incident happened one night.  Grandpa was awaked by the feeling of someone trying to choke him to death.  He called out for help and my parents came a running.  Grandma thought that there was a strange man in her bed trying to take advantage of her.  It was soon after that they were looking for a rest home for Grandma.  She became real vocal from that night on.  Yelling out in the night and acting really goofy.  To my Sister and I, we thought nothing of it.  Grandma was acting more like my Dad.  

For some reason, they didn’t want her to go to the bathroom so they got her this potty chair that they sat beside her bed.  It was a few days after that I got my first introduction to the female breast.  They were getting Grandma off the pot and for some reason I came into the room to show Grandma a picture I had drawn.  Well, she didn’t have a shirt on at the time and there they were.  I had no idea human flesh could be stretched so far.  I’m guessing I’m only 8 at the time and my little body had nothing like that.  I may have seen Mom naked but her bust line didn’t impress me.  Grandma on the other hand. . .  They were actually touching her knees.  Her knees.  Like two socks with a can of peaches in each foot.  I believe I looked at Grandma differently from then on.

Grandma was what was known then in the latter half of the 20th century as, “in decline”.  She didn’t say much to any of us.  The days would go by and she would usually sit in her chair, in the living room, reading her Bible.  One day Grandma became very angry.  She was yelling at all of us in the house.  Grandpa tried to calm her down but nothing worked.  For some reason, they kept turning the heat up in the house thinking it would calm her down.  It didn’t seem to work.  Grandma was still yelling and now she was sweating too.  At one point she told me to go get a crayon.  It was time for her to change her Will.  I went and got her a green crayon from my stash and handed it to her.  She snatched it out of my hands like a dog grabbing a stolen steak.  Then she gave me the evil eye and started writing her will on the front of the T.V. guide.  I had heard of Wills before from watching Perry Mason and Dragnet.  

Mom said that Grandma didn’t have to do what she was doing.  Grandma became mad and broke the crayon.  The two pieces rolled under her chair.  I went to retrieve them when there was a knock at the door.  Mom opened the door and let in two guys wearing white.  They had a little bed with them that was on wheels.  Grandma started to wet her fingers with her tongue and told them to come and get her.  So, the two men did.  They picked her right up like she didn’t weigh like anything and sat her on that rolling bed.  They put those new safety belts around her and wheeled her out of the house.  Ralph Nader would have been proud.  

Outside was one of those long red ambulances with the big red light on top.  Funny my Sister and I didn’t hear it when it pulled up into our driveway.  Well, they put Grandma inside and off they went.

From then on, to see Grandma, we had to go to a place called a nursing home.  It was someplace pretty far away.  It would take us an hour to go one way.  The place was filled with old people.  Most of them were sitting around doing nothing.  The place had a bad smell about it.  At the time I had no idea what that smell was from.  It was rather dark inside and rather quiet.  Except for the sound of T.V.’s on the wrong channel.  Just static and snow you could hear buzzing and popping from each room.  

Grandma was always in bed just finishing up having lunch.  They seemed to give them spinach all the time.  Grandma’s lips were stained with all the stewed greens.  

My Sister and I would bring a page from our coloring books, that we had neatly colored, for her to hang on the walls.  The rest home nurses didn’t like to have more than one picture at a time hanging up.  So, I think they rotated our artwork.  But, in retrospect, I don’t think so.  This routine of going there just about every day didn’t last too long.  Soon the news came that Grandma had died.

Now Grandma was the first person in our family that I remember who had died.  I was sad.  I know that I probably cried.  But there are not many memories of her.  She was pretty much like my own Mother.  Quiet.  Unassuming.  Like the grave.  

The funeral was a strange event.  People came and went and talked to Grandpa.  Some would cry.  Most people were saying that it was a good thing that she had died.  It was best that she went the way she did having the Alzheimer’s as she did.  There were flowers on these white stands on either side of her coffin.  She was laying inside with her hands folded over a Bible.  She didn’t look right to me though.  She looked too stiff and her cheeks were all red.  Grandma never had red cheeks.  They were just peachy and wrinkled. Dried up like a golden raisin.  No color.  All the adults commented on how good she looked.  I wondered what they were talking about.  

Then she was buried.  She was buried in Salem, Ohio where she and her husband had once been Quaker ministers at a church nearby.  Grandpa picked out a headstone with Jesus on it.   Jesus was carrying a lamb in his arms and there was a couple of sheep at his feet. 

People’s relationship with their deity is a personal thing. Like with your doctor you sometimes tell friends and family but generally, you do not announce your medical condition on the public corner.

I wonder what Grandma thought of her God in those last days when the whole world closed down. It closed down to repeat the same day over and over again. It repeated so much till the day she couldn’t talk anymore and silence spoke for her. 

Peace.

DFrey

Forces Film, Again Begin

Objects

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Kids see things and want them immediately.

Take any child into the aisle where they sell toys and they will immediately demand that you purchase for them the object of their desire.

Object of their desire.

Now if you’re a helicopter parent then telling that child, “No”, will be difficult if not damn near impossible.

But heads up, if you can’t tell them no when they are a toddler you’ll be surprised by what they do when they are teenagers and how they’ll talk back and burn your house down when you tell them no then.

Some future FYI.

Teens will find a way to get what they want when they want it.

No matter the upbringing, no matter the demographic, all teens believe they know more than anyone else who has ever lived on this world of ours.

Adolescents are out to prove themselves right at their own expense.

They are filled with ideals on how the world should work and not so much on how it actually does work.

The object of their desire.

The thirties come along and the word, “settle”, stands in the way of reaching your ideals.

As you get older you realize the things that you thought were important may not be all that important now. You settle for what you can get.

You know that the effort that it would take to get what you want when you want it, all on your terms is unrealistic. A fabrication of youth over experience.

The object of your desire.

Middle age.

That’s right, it’s just about over.

You have everything you could get. There may be things that you still desire but they’re just dreams. You’re locked down, wrapped up, set like concrete.

Desire becomes a planned event. Spontaneity mumbles in the corner of memory.

Objects are not clear anymore. They are either too far away or too close.

Desire.

We learned this past week that Michael Cohen and his partner Donald Trump and son-in-law Jared Kushner have desires.

They want money from American corporations, from rich individuals both domestic and foreign to fulfill their dreams.

They desire cash for their expertise.

Like children in a candy shop, once they entered the White House they saw all kinds of delicacies and opportunities dance before their eyes.

The golden children stood in the aisle of our democracy and threw a tantrum demanding cash for access.

The only way to love these children that satisfied their wails are loose, unregulated flows of cash.

What did they do with this cash? 

We don’t know yet.

Some went to pay off porn stars and bunnies. Some were demanded for building projects. Some were to provide expertise ranging from accounting to aerospace, to telecommunications mergers.

Objects of desire.

These are not children. These are grown individuals who have left common decency by the side of the road. They do not lament their choices. They defy this government, this nation, this people to stop them as they loot and pillage their elected and appointed positions.

I’m asking, where are the parents that will tell them no?

Peace

DFrey

 

Forces Film, Again Begin

I Dare You

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Dare, that’s a funny word.

This is not an “Etymology” lesson, the origins and history of words.  It’s just that some words when they are released over the tongue feel really strange don’t they?

Dare is an Olde English word that started out being spelled darr.

Children like to use it a lot.

“I dare you to tell mom!”

“I dare you to jump your bike over that ditch!”

“I double dog dare you!”

As we all get older most of us are not thrilled by the intonement of the word dare and all that it means. Stability of thought and action is the ideal that is held by most as one of the aspects of becoming an adult, is it not?

Madonna, the singer ie. the 80’s, played with the idea as a marketing scheme with her admonition of Truth or Dare. An adolescent game of psychological exploit, a pecking order calisthenics, exercise when the mean person who is almost always the leader of a group dares a toady to tell the truth when pressed with a question or accept the consequence of a dare.

Dares are the psychological bulwark surrounding many a bully.

Bullies are all about rep.

Reputation proceeds them.

Without the reputation of being a bully who would be afraid of them? The reason why people are afraid of the bully is that they have the reputation of doing bad things to the innocent.

We the rabble. We their victims.

Our fear gives them strength.

They like the folktale about vampires, feed off our collective fear which gives them strength and power over us.

Remove the fear, you remove their power.

Currently, in the White House, we have a commander-in-chief and a group of toadies who daily flaunt and stick out their tongues at us daring us to catch them.

It’s really noticeable from Trump and his tweets, Sarah, and her press pokes, each and every cabinet position, they’re all daring us to catch them.

Each and every one of them dares us to catch them at the open display of corruption they flaunt in our faces.

See, I can say, I can do, I can spend, I can bend, I can break, I can destroy your laws and you can’t do anything about it. You won’t do anything about it because you are pussies!

Mexicans are drug dealers! 

If the country gets any kinder or gentler it’s literally going to cease to exist.

I dare you to catch me!

We’re rounding them up! Not everything is nice! I don’t want these people coming over here!

I will build a great wall!

I dare you to catch me!

I could have stopped September 11th.

I want to help women.

Grab 'em by the pussy.

I double dog dare you to catch me!

There has to be some punishment for women for abortion.

I have a great relationship with African Americans, as you possibly have heard. I just have great respect for them. And they like me. I like them.

We give the very best information possible at the time.

I triple dog dare you to catch me!

This Rush-her thing is a hoax!

The road that justice takes can be long and winding. The voice of the bully rings sharply in our ears. But history has taught, for those that read, that pride comes before the fall.

Our constitution was created by people who had lived and fought with far greater idiots and tyrants than our current Moscow toady. 

The storm is just beginning and the bullies will howl and grit their teeth and dare justice to catch them if they can.

Justice waits for all tyrants remember that.

Peace.

DFrey

 

Forces Film, Again Begin

The Best is Hope

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The long road to justice sometimes takes a path that takes longer than we think it should.

Justice this week found a man guilty of crimes against women he preyed upon.

It was a long road.

Where did these women find their courage we may ask?

Against the odds, these women stood for what they knew to be the truth.

That’s a hard place to stand. That’s a hard place to stand in the light of public criticism.

When you know the truth but you are victimized again and again through the ploy of misrepresenting the truth. Gaslighting.

Gaslighting comes from the movie of the same words Gas Light directed by George Cukor and starring Charles Boyer and Ingrid Bergman who plays his wife.

Boyer’s character is a cad. He manipulates women to rob them of their wealth. His most recent target is Bergman. He convinces and grooms all her friends and family that she is going mad.

While he plots to find a cache of lost jewels believed to be in the possession of Bergman, he isolates her and tells her what she sees, what she knows is a fantasy.

Only he knows the truth.

Her experience is discounted as being a fantasy of her imagination.

How could a man who has such a fine and upright reputation and position in the community be a sexual predator of women?

If I say I didn’t do something, then by my own logic, I must be innocent.

Hope.

Hope is what allowed Bergman’s character to survive until that day when justice came through her door.

Justice came through her door and proved to the world that she was telling the truth.

Justice came for the sociopath sexual predator.

On that road to justice, each of us can ride in that thing called hope.

Hope is a good thing.

Hope reminds us that although we may not know how or where we might end up, as long as we set our feet on a path to a better world for all, hope will deliver us to the light of justice.

A hope for a better day.

A hope for a better day than yesterday has arrived.

In the Shawshank Redemption written by Stephen King, I have to say, the best words that capture the human soul ever penned. 

Red, old and tired, has found the letter written to him from his friend Andy who escaped from prison. Red is out of prison facing a world he’s afraid of after being a lifer for murder when he was a young man. 

Andy writes, “Remember, Red. Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.”

No good thing ever dies.

Peace

DFrey

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Where We Stand

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Right and wrong.

Right and left.

Right and doing nothing.

Right, and being alone.

Right is right.

What are the consequences of doing right?

It takes energy to do what is right as much as it takes to do what is wrong.

For the most part, most of us like to stand in the gray area. That place in-between where we don’t have to react. We don’t have to lift a finger. We don’t have to have any anxiety. 

We don’t have to fear if we are right or wrong.

The silent majority.

A truth.

To clear a path around oneself and to declare what is right versus what is wrong ultimately will shine the spotlight of scorn and ridicule upon you.

Why?

Do you know the old adage about the crabs in a barrel? One of the crabs wanted to know what was outside of its world. What was outside of the barrel that all of the other crabs were trapped in? This crab decided it was going to crawl out against the advice that it was going to be dangerous as it was admonished by its fellow crabs. Well, just as the crab started to crawl out the other crabs grabbed a hold of it and pulled it back into the barrel. Ultimately, they all found themselves on that night's menu.

Doing what’s right makes people angry.

Why?

It forces the spotlight upon their own lives revealing their apathy. 

They don’t want that hot light upon them to say what is right because they don’t want to face the possibility that they might be wrong. Even in the face of a certitude, what is obviously the right thing to do, a child is being sexually attacked, the person obfuscates and pretends they don’t actually see.

To have morality, to stand upon ones own morals, is not antithetical to some present day Christian misinterpretation of the biblical passage of not judging others.

All recorded civilizations, societies, have had and a sense of morality.

What is right and what is wrong.

Taking a stand throughout this history of humankind against what is wrong has placed obvious targets upon these individuals.

But let's remove this grand idea and bring it down to everyday living, shall we?

The next time you're at dinner with your family and your uncle makes a racist joke do you call them out on it?

When you are on the bus and your bag is sitting on the seat next to you do you pick it up so that the stranger can have a seat?

These are a couple of easy examples of doing the right thing in everyday life. They may be easy for you difficult for others.

Doing the right thing will always bring about consequences.

For every action, there is a reaction.

Doing the right thing in the face of wrong, doing the right thing ultimately in the face of evil may leave you in a lonely space. Separate from the crowd.

I’ve personally found myself many times in that lonely space.

It is a tired world we all live in. The effort to do what is right is neglected by many, given lip service by most, taken upon their backs by a few.

As Mark Twain said, wages of doing what is right versus what is wrong is the same. 

Most of what we do on this journey called life will never be recognized or appreciated beyond our own recollection of events.

However…

Count me as standing against evil, standing against the wicked, standing against the corrupt.

For it is only in that blessed light, that once shown into darkness can reveal the true soul.

Peace

DFrey

 

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Enough

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To know you’ve had enough, you first have to be aware of life.

Now that’s a tricky thing to do. 

What did you just say?  See, you are not paying attention! You’ve drifted off already thinking about what you’re going to do next?

We are “Not” born with the will to learn. No, it’s an ideal passed on by those who are older and wiser than us. But older doesn’t translate into being wise and wise doesn’t mean it has any common sense.

So be aware you’re getting scammed if you buy ideas because ideas are free.

To be self-aware you have to practice.

I know, I know, you don’t want to do anything more in your life. You’re too busy as it is to learn anything new especially to learn about yourself. You don’t think you’re that interesting.

But listen, it’s really easy.

To learn more about your self all you have to do is nothing.

Nothing?

Yes. Nothing. Nothing at all. To become self-aware all you have to do is sit and be quiet. 

Don’t think, don’t talk, don’t write, don’t look at your phone, don’t read. Just like old wise man Obi-Wan Kenobi said, “Empty your mind.”

The simplicity of getting to know yourself begins with quieting your mind. Even if it’s just for one minute a day, believe it or not, that’s all it takes to take that first step in realizing if you’re the problem or not.

The problem? Who is the problem? Not me! I can’t be the problem. Right?

Rich, middle, poor in this country of ours, when do you look around and realize you and everyone around you are in the same lifeboat as the next person?

Right now in our country, there is this feeling that the American dream has been lost.

Well, they who have had that thought are correct.

They are correct that the dream is being shaken off and the reality of the beginning of the 21st century is dawning upon us all.

We are not as well mannered, we are not as well groomed, we are not as well versed, we are not as well socially, we are not as well governed as we thought we were. 

That is, wherein the current semi-regular occupant of the White House has instructed us all in this lesson we’ve learned upon awakening from our collective slumber.

We were awake briefly in 1968 but fell back asleep only to awaken to the fact that we Americans have collectively pooped the bed.

Both sides are to blame. The RNC, the DNC, republicans, democrats, conservatives, liberals, and yes independents too. Right, left, center, extremes all fell asleep at the wheel of our democracy.

They all have a common addiction to money over and above the needs of the people to be represented in a forum to establish the common good for all.

It’s not too late.

It’s never too late.

We need to brush the crumbs out of our eyes and hear the voices calling for change.

The ideal of happiness and wealth of life for all can be reestablished.

Have you had enough?

Then get out of bed, go wash your ass, comb your hair, and step on into the light of this new day with me.

Peace

DFrey

 

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What Did That Cost?

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How much did you spend on your last oil change?

When you were out for dinner the other day did you get that glass of wine you wanted or did you just settle for a glass of iced tea?

You’ve had your eye on a pair of shoes now for six months, did you buy them yet?

What do you spend your money on?

As for myself, I rarely have any money so that question throughout my entire life has never been in my face. It takes me a long time to save up enough to buy something.

My wife tells me I need a new summer hat but I told her it would cost too much right now. I’m cool walking around with a hole in it.  It's hip?

When you don’t have money you really don’t think about spending it. Especially for yourself when you have a family, and your what our human society have all agreed upon as being, responsible.

Lately, we’ve been learning that our current president has a particular spending habit. 

It seems he pays off women whom he’s having adultery with at an average pace of $100,000 plus a piece.

I’ve been having a hard time getting my head around that. By “that” I mean how do you live your life, how do you get to the point, that you think that its normal to pay off women to be silent about your adultery to the tune of 100K plus a piece?

And please remember he's doing it all the time. According to Michael Wolff’s book, Fire and Fury, Steve Bannon paragon of clean living said Trump’s lawyer paid off one hundred women to be silent about adultery before election day in 2016.

Let’s bring this down a bit, shall we?

Mr. President? Mr. President? Did you know there are places right next door to community colleges called “Dollar Stores”? They are places where every item in the store is a dollar. Tea bags, potato’s, toothbrushes, pens, milk, greeting cards, all a dollar a piece.

A lot of us spend our money there.

Now hold that thought, please.

So you see, I’m spending a dollar to buy a greeting card yet you’re spending 100K+ on each person you have adultery with to be silent about it. 

At what point in your life did you think that was god damn normal?

I'm waiting to hear from you?

And for that matter, anyone around you who thinks, as well as, anyone who supports you as having leadership qualities, must be out of their cotton picking minds?

Paying hundreds of thousands of dollars to cover up your adultery Mr. President opens you up to all manner of possible corruption being done to you, and by you.

It’s a damn historical fact!

Anyone willing to spend hundreds of thousands of dollars to keep adultery secret will also pay to keep other problems secret, as well as, take money to keep secrets of others.

This is the definition of having no ethics.

This is the definition of a misdemeanor.

This can be the definition of a high crime. 

But come on man, really? Really? You can’t control yourself, really? You can’t be single and conversely just hang with whomever you want, when you want, where you want, for as long as you want.

You want to have a cover that you are "normal" by having a wife.

Yet you regularly turn your back on your oath of marriage.

What other oaths don’t you honor?

I really can’t get my head around it.

What does it cost to do the right thing?

What does it cost our nation?

Wha does it cost the soul?

Peace.

DFrey

 

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Bad Ideas

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Drinking that last drink at the bar last night was a bad idea.

Leaving your keys in the car while you ran into the Quick Mart for smokes and returning to your car being stolen turned out to be a bad idea.

Staying with your boyfriend who would order food for you, tell you where to sit, tell you where you were going, not letting you make any decisions until the day he gave you a black eye, that was a bad idea.

Having bad ideas is not new.

Having bad ideas as a human being is not exclusive to this time and space we live in.

This may sound crazy but human sacrifice was seen as a good idea once upon a time. The first born in almost all cultures around the world were commonly sacrificed to the gods in return for a good crop.

The idea was based on the observation of the cycle of plant life. Each year after harvest you select the best seeds for next year. Then in the spring, you plant the dead appearing seed in the ground and in a few weeks, a miracle happens when it spouts above the ground.

It’s alive again.

Joseph Campbell in his series, The Masks of God, details these rituals around the globe.

One of the first major cultures that relinquished that idea was the Romans. It disturbed them so much that they took it upon themselves to wipe out any culture that sacrificed children. 

Take a look at history at what happened to the Carthaginians at the hands of Rome.

Slavery was once thought of as a good idea.

Now it’s on the pile of bad ideas that humans have had.

Yet people were convinced slavery was a good idea just like human sacrifice.

Why?

Why, or better yet how, did they convince themselves that bad ideas are good?

Today we are no different from our ancestors because there still remains bad ideas in our society.

We pass on bad ideas generation after generation never breaking from or with the stories we tell each other.

Many people have convinced themselves of a nihilist adolescent fantasy view of how the world and society works.

What am I talking about?

What is this fantasy?

The fantasy is that some of us believe they have the inherent right granted to them by the constitution of the United States of America to kill whom they want, when they want, with what they want at any time. That this right can never ever be abridged by anyone, by any government, by any power on this earth because it is a right granted to them by their God before the constitution was even written. 

There God is cool with them killing those that are not like them, do not believe like them, are perceived to be taking from them, who do not cut their lawn according to community standards, who play music too loud, who talk to loud, who have pride they don’t deserve, who are too young to know better, who want more than what they are given.

A belief that you, cannot take away from my hands, the right for me to murder.

You do not have the right or the power to prevent me from killing with ease.

All based upon the premise, the idea, the story, that our government is constantly on the verge of needing to be overthrown because of its unreasonable treatment of its citizens.  Anarchy versus anarchy?

Think about that?

Nihilists believe, in a belief that says, no matter what you do nothing will change.

The Adolescent comes to the world full of strict unbending belief in how the world should be not how it is.

Fantasy is a story, not the truth.

Has the world changed since 1776?

Do you know everyone back then urinated and defecated in a porcelain bowl and then afterward threw it out their back window into an open sewer?

Did you know they thought that only men contributed to the inception of a child that women contributed nothing? That women were nothing more than a container in which the child grew.

Did you know they thought that the Pacific Ocean was just on the other side of the Allegheny Mountains?

Now to be fair, they did know a lot about corruption and the abuses of the aristocracy over the general population which they could and usually did subjugate to poverty, starvation, random imprisonment and genocide.

The fear of an obtrusive and intrusive government into the private lives of a people was a pronounced reality that they were at odds with.

European governments transposed both crimes against the state and personal crimes, “sins”, of faith as being one and the same.

However, our founding fathers could see beyond 1776 into the future.

Yes, they could.

They weren’t focused on their navel.

They realized that societies change. They become more social. They learn more, know more in the future than we will ever know now.

That’s why they included in the creation of the Constitution of the United States of America a process by which the document can be changed. Yeah. Amended. That word amended means you can “update” the document to take into account any changes that the society in that future time will find itself in.

So our Constitution has been changed many times and not inclusive of the following.

It did away with the idea that owning a slave was an inherent right.

It did away with the idea that people could not drink alcohol.

It did away with the idea that only men could vote.

It did away with the idea that non-white races could not vote.

It did away with the idea that people 18 years of age could be drafted but couldn’t vote.

There is nothing special or holy about the 2nd Amendment.

You don’t have to believe me, there are many legal minds who you can find who will tell you exactly the same. If he was still with us you could ask the intellectual anchor for the originalist and textualist believers of the U.S. Constitution, Supreme Court Judge Antonin Scalia. 

To change anything you need to have the will to do so.

It takes self-reflection to realize that what you believed in was a bad idea.

For some, they will cling to the idea, to the story, even when they can hear the screams and shouts of the dying.

Even the murder of children will not alter their stance and belief that they are standing with their rights given to them by their God, not any piece of paper in Washington can tell them different.

But you know…

There are bad ideas and good ideas.

And it just so happens the history of humankind leans towards supporting life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness for all.

Peace

DFrey

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