15 December 2009
"Socialists ignore the side of man of the Spirit ; they can provide shelter, fill your belly with bacon and beans treat you when your ill. All the things that are guaranteed to a prisoner or a slave, they don’t understand that we also dream..."
and
"If you're not saved, you're not child of God, but merely one of His creations kind of like an apple, a bush or a skunk."
The first is from a story Ronald Reagan told back in the 60's (and which I posted a couple of days ago) and the second is from a radio add for a church somewhere here in Lexington. Taken separately, they're each interesting and maybe even a little insightful. However, when you pluck out the central idea of each and combine it with the fact that many of our current leaders are, at least at heart, secular humanists, you get at an incredibly interesting and enlightening idea.
You see, if you don't believe in God, then you don't think any of us are the children of God or that we have any sort of a Divine spark that sets us apart from the apples, the trees or the skunks. As a matter of fact, you might be prone to seeing humanity as just another group of animals sharing the planet. And like any other animals, you don't want them going hungry naked or homeless. However, in much the same way you wouldn't want your dog to go to college and become your boss, you wouldn't be overly inclined to encourage these animals to individual excellence.
Heck, some folks might even see humanity as more akin to locusts, red bugs or some other parasite beleaguering a host.
You may have noticed that a large group of very powerful and whiny folks are gathered in Copenhagen to discuss the future of our planet's environment. You may not have noticed that many of them espouse the above view, that humans are equivalent to a red-bug on the Mother Earth's Arse. (In all fairness, not all humans-just the unenlightened ones who weren't invited to Copenhagen). As a matter of fact, one delegate from Bolivia is pushing the idea of universal rights of Mother Earth which would trump the Universal Rights of Man or any other rights of people. Now, in truth, this hard-core socialist is probably much more concerned with shifting human rights down a notch than he is with championing planet's rights. However the fact that he's even taken seriously enough to get an invite to that shindig should be evidence that the folks in Copenhagen think a little differently than the rest of us. Make no mistake, there are quite a few attendees who see the human individual as more parasite than pinnacle of Divine Creation. The scary part is they're trying to shape laws and policies based entirely upon that premise. Scary, huh?
10 December 2009
Give Universal Healthcare a Chance?
Feed the Body, Starve the Soul.
During the run-up to the 1980 election, Ronald Reagan gave nearly 1000 radio addresses on a myriad of issues. Below is one which highlights the real danger in buying into the entitlement/nanny state ideas currently being offered up by our government:
"I guess all of us have had the experience of getting into a discussion in coming up with the right answer two hours later when we are all alone. My award for someone who thought of the right answer while the discussion was still going on there is a young man named Brad. A member of young Americans for freedom at Pennsylvania State University he has written in an encounter on a campus with a pretty young lady who believe socialism is the answer to are problems. His own philosophy was self-evident because he was wearing a button that proclaimed cut down big government.
With a cool breeze stirring her hair, she asked what Grant described as her ace up the sleeve question even you right wingers don’t want to starve. Wouldn’t you like a guarantee that you will never go hungry Brad knew that if he admitted that she would follow with, why not such a guarantee for shelter and medicine and all the rest he paused and then gave it a victory she was seeking. Or so she thought he said sure I’d like to lay my hands on everything I can get.
Oh she said that the state is the closest you can come to guarantee, Brad described her embrace for a counter attack involving the magic of the market mechanism. But he threw another curve surly he said I grant that there’s something more, I’d like a guarantee of shelter and medical treatment and even some recreation. She must’ve thought she had a convert a little shock she spoke at that’s what we support, why are you wearing that button she of course meant, that cut down big government button.
Brad wasn’t finished he said to her I would also like a yacht, somewhat defeated she answered with your not going to be serious about it. I am Brad said earnestly as he could I would really and truly like a yacht also a seaside villa. Look she said sternly you know what I’m talking about sharing I’m not interested in your greedy daydreams. I’m asking what everyone should have alright, Brad answered I understand let everyone have a yacht.
But how she asked lucidly with the first sign or rational thought, don’t bother me with that he said there be a way I’m sure. Just so everyone has a yaut, however there is one more thing I would like what she asked two yachts. Brad wrote that she looked rather unpleasant at that point and he feared for his safety and then she declared its people like you who keep socialism from working. Brad agreed yes quite right perhaps people like me were put away somewhere.
Socialism would have a chance by now she was really glaring she tried to think of an answer Brad continued, but they’re still one problem how many are there like me. But not as many as you’d think she said and walked away. an then Brad came up with a really appropriate last line, he wrote there she’s wrong and that’s why she’s a socialist, How right he is. Socialists ignore the side of man of the Spirit ; they can provide shelter, fill your belly with bacon and beans treat you when your ill. All the things that are guaranteed to a prisoner or a slave, they don’t understand that we also dream -yes even of sometime owning a yacht."
This is Ronald Reagan (1977)
30 May 2009
An Apology and the New General Motors
I'm afraid I owe President Obama an apology. Since he and his government started meddling with the auto industry I've said numerous times that the President is a fascist. Recent events have made it very clear that the Obama is not a fascist. He is most obviously a socialist.
It might not surprise you to know that the above fact doesn’t exactly give me the warm fuzzies. I’m not a big fan of either fascism or socialism. If I have my druthers I’ll stick to good, old-fashioned capitalism, thank you very much.
DW
28 May 2009
A late Memorial Day Gift
Democracy vs. Republic
19 May 2009
What I've been doing for the past couple of weeks
Where are all the Jobs?
14 May 2009
Soft Drink Tax/Cheerios is a Drug
13 May 2009
Beans and Designer Handbags
I'm afraid I must apologize. I've been off working on another project for the last couple of weeks and have neglected my duties here. I can't reveal exactly what I've been up to just yet, but I will say that it's well worth the sacrifice. Also, it was brought to my attention that I got Bubba, Earl and their livestock a little confused. In all fairness, Bubba and Earl are a little confused about a lot of things. Sometimes it's hard to keep them straight.
Anyway, it's time we got back to our little island. When last we checked in on our infant economy, Slash had just planted his beans and Bubba and Earl had invested in bean futures and were working on getting their livestock ventures off the ground. Well while we were away, Slash brought in a bumper crop of beans, giving Bubba and Earl a pretty good return on their investment. Bubba and Earl streamlined their livestock operations in order to increase production to meet new demand. Oh, yes, the new demand. During our absence, a small ship wrecked near the island and a few more people washed up on shore. While none of the newcomers brought any new products to trade, they all possess a specialized job skill. Frank is logger who immediately began harvesting the island's trees to provide Betty the carpenter with lumber. Two friends, Gary and Steve have joined forces to produce sweaters and leather goods from the by-products of Earl's sheep farm.
01 May 2009
On the Wonders of Computers, Chicken, and Sheep
With all that computers can do, the most amazing thing is how they do it. You see, at the most basic level, computers can really only do one thing; they can add. Not only are they limited to addition, they only get to use two digits, 1 and 0, to do so. Actually, if you want to be picky, it’s just two electrical states, on and off. If you think about it, though, the principle’s not much different than that of a light switch. Programmers and computer engineers use this basic principle to make computers do all of the cool stuff computers do-computer aided design, complex structural analysis, Grand Theft Auto, etc.
If something as powerful and complex as a modern computer can be reduced to such a simple idea, maybe other complex things can be as well. Perhaps the key to understanding things like government and the economy is to ferret out these simple, first principles and understand them.
Let’s start with the economy. We’ll create our own little, imaginary economy and use it to try to understand the big economy which our government seems Hell-bent on screwing up.
In his book Basic Economics, economist Thomas Sowell defines an economy as a means for distributing scarce resources, so we’ll need some scarce resources and a distribution network. We’ll start out using chickens and sheep as our scarce resources, and our distribution network will consist of a couple of farmers, Bubba and Earl. In this sort of exercise, most folks would probably call their farmers Farmer A and Farmer B or some such. I’d like our economy to have a little more color, though, and I don’t know any farmers named A and B, so we’ll stick with Bubba and Earl. We will follow standard convention in not naming our sheep or chickens, however. We won’t even bother to give the animals letters as they’re really just extras in our little exercise and we don’t want to grow too attached to them just in case our farmers get hungry. We’ll have no vegetarians in our economy. It’s unnatural. If God didn’t want us to eat animals, He wouldn’t have made them out of meat.
Anyway-our economy. We’ll let Earl raise the chickens and Bubba can raise the sheep because, as we all know, you can’t trust a guy named Bubba around a bunch of sheep. It’d be like Temptation Island. Oh, I almost forgot to mention that our economy takes place on an island. This will be important later on. Right now let’s concentrate on livestock.
Earl raises sheep and Bubba raises chickens. But Earl likes eggs for breakfast and fried chicken for dinner (our economy doesn’t have any doctors, so cholesterol hasn’t been invented yet), and, as we mentioned above, Bubba is particularly fond of sheep. Bubba can’t raise sheep, though because he has no place for them to graze, and Earl can’t raise chickens because…well, he just can’t.
If Earl wants fried eggs and chickens, and Bubba wants companionship-I mean mutton, our two farmers must work out a deal. After much haggling, our heroes decide that one of Earl’s sheep is worth two of Bubba’s chickens and a dozen eggs. All is well in our little world. Earl has his eggs and yard pimp, and Bubba…well, let’s move on.
By and by, another farmer, we’ll call him Slash, washes up on our island. Now Slash doesn’t have a clue about raising sheep or chickens. Even if he did, it wouldn’t do him any good because the only thing he has to trade for the livestock is a small bag of dried beans that he managed to hang onto when he was thrown overboard (while Slash’s story prior to his washing up on our beach is full of adventure, romance and intrigue, it has little bearing on our current subject and so the telling of it must wait for another time). Even though Slash doesn’t know beans about raising livestock, he knows quite a lot about raising beans. And honestly, after years of eating nothing but chicken, eggs, and mutton, Earl and Bubba really need some fiber in their diets.
Since Slash’s beans aren’t magic, and our economy really can’t develop much farther until Slash gets his first bean harvest, we’ll have to leave off here for now. Don’t worry, though. Our farmers got together and invented credit so that Slash won’t starve before his beans come in. Bubba and Earl will trade Slash some chickens, eggs and sheep for bean futures.
Until next time, be well, be free, and be happy,
DW
24 April 2009
A Balancing Act
Plato says that society is driven by three complimentary and often competing natures; Basic Drive, Honor, and Reason. Each of these natures is essential to a functioning society and must be satisfied and in balance in order for Justice to exist within that society. Plato also suggests that this is not only true of society as a whole but it is true of the individual as well. As a lack of balance among these natures makes for an unjust and unhappy society, a lack of balance in a person makes for an unjust and unhappy person. Oh, I almost forgot to mention that Happiness is strongly linked to Justice-there's a possiblility they may actually be the same thing.
Over the next few weeks, I'll take a closer look at each of these Natures. I'll try to explain Plato's definition of each of them and I'll try to draw some conclusions as to why each is important to us as individuals and as a society. Then we'll be able to take a look at current situations within ourselves and within our society and try to understand how a lack of balance may have lead to these situations. I won't promise that this will be a completely linear process, however. There are many other things I'd like to explore and to write about. No matter how far I stray, however, I'll always get back around to this topic. Heck, understanding these ideas may be the key to understanding many of the other topics I'll be ranting on about.
Until next time, be safe, be free and be happy.
DW
21 April 2009
The Three Meter Rule
I love to observe people in their natural habitat. I'm fascinated with how they interact with each other and what they think of themselves. That's why I watch judge shows. Judge Judy, Judge Joe Brown, the People's Court-I love 'em all. Judge Mathis is my favorite, though. He always has some of the most interesting people with some of the most interesting problems. And they're always themselves. For the most part these folks are childish, petty and selfish. In short, they're human.
Watching the judge shows didn't teach me what has become one of the more interesting of human traits, though-one which I've since observed so often that I'm convinced it's more the rule than the exception. In fact I've given it a name-the three-foot rule with the three-meter corollary. I first learned of this phenomenon in the hallowed halls of Auburn University. Not, as you might expect, in a psychology or sociology class, but literally in the halls-of Haley Center-between classes.
For those of you not familiar with that fine educational institution on the plains of east Alabama, Haley Center is where the liberal arts department is housed and where most of the liberal arts classes are taught. Because Auburn's core curriculum requires a minimum number of liberal arts classes, this building is always packed to the rafters with underclassmen. It was often the only chance we engineering students had to rub elbows with mere mortals-and there was a lot of elbow rubbing. Navigating the hallways between classes was somewhat akin to pushing your way through a standing-room only crowd at a Pink Floyd concert, only without the cool music and pot-smoke in the air. Anyway, as this mass of humanity would squeeze through the too-small halls of academia, occasionally two young ladies who new each other would pass in opposite directions. When this happened, they would stop in the middle of the crowded hall, and hold up traffic to talk about important matters like how drunk they'd gotten at the lake over the past weekend or how drunk they were planning to get at the frat party this weekend, or whatever-heady stuff. Upon seeing each other they immediately became oblivious to everything outside the little three-foot sphere that encircled them. Thus the three foot rule.
After that I started to observe this tendency all over the place-people using push-to-talk cell phones in restaurants, groups of people, three abreast, strolling leisurely down the aisles of grocery stores, and people with small, screaming children in sit-down restaurants.
It was actually these parents who caused me to add the three meter corollary to the three foot rule (yes, I know the units don't match-sue me). For parents with small children, their bubble world extended out to encompass their children. Beyond that distance, they, like the Auburn co-eds, were oblivious to the rest of the world. Later I noticed a tendency for parents to let their small children run all over public places like grocery stores and restaurants getting in the way of and irritating the socially responsible among us. I should have modified the name of the rule to cover this, but the name sounded good as it was and, as I hinted at above, I'm kind of lazy.
I'll end tonight with a story which vividly illustrates the three-meter corollary. I decided to go to college somewhat later in life. By my final semester at Auburn I had somehow acquired a matching set of dependents consisting of a wife and an eight-year-old son. My wife had taken a job near Birmingham and was staying with her parents while I finished up my education. We only saw each other on the weekends, and then not every weekend. On this particular Friday night I had driven up from Auburn and we had decided to have a nice, and what we thought would be a quiet, dinner at a new restaurant in town. Alas, it was not to be. We were seated near a couple of three-meter types with a small son somewhere between the ages of two and Satan. The kid had decided to use the booster seat he should have been sitting in as a ram in his own little demolition derby. My wife's chair turned out to be his biggest competition. After about ten minutes of watching this kid play peekaboo with the ladies room door and bang his booster seat into my wife's chair I asked the parents of the child, who were attentively nursing their after-dinner cocktails, to please get their child under control. By the mother's reaction, you'd have thought I'd slapped her and called her a sodomite. The father, however, made the child sit down, and shortly they left, but not before speculating with each other, not so quietly, about my paternity. Had I not had the satisfaction of having the three-meter corollary of my three-foot rule proven, it would have been a very bad night indeed. My wife wasn't quite as excited to have my rule validated.
Until next time keep an eye out for the three-footers and have fun.
DW