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History is written from the future. At present, this is the present. If we are proven to be wrong at some point in future history, then so be it. Future Winners write the past history. Winning is definitely good, but perhaps not as important to giving start to a change in the way things are going. We don't know the future; we will say this position or that position will be the best position for America, Australia or the World. The only position is now. What is happening now is not right on many levels, if you're on the left or right. In 1944 we had WINNERS who put their lives on the line. 2016 we have bronies who need to have a 'Participation Trophy' for their vote for Harambe or being rioters. However, you can't have a left wing without a right wing. Flap, flap. Most people will come together, a few die-hards to left or right thinking will do their own thing on the spectrum. The cool thing about that is we can let that happen and call it out for what it is. I'd rather not have bronies or harambe bros; I'd rather have HARDCORE AMERICANS, AUSTRALIANS or any other person than those types. I'm no fascist, no nazi, no Hitler, I believe I've proven that already. I have faith in humanity, in the future. I wouldn't know if someone were a brony or a Harambist unless it was blatantly obvious. I probably wouldn't ask if it wasn't. If they are Future Winners, then good for them. They stuck to what they believed in and let it at that. I would hope that it would go the same for both left and right. The truly most malicious instrument of hatred is humanity. Be better than the right or the left, they'll sway and rule you, one way or the other.
We learn from what is happening now. When things start going wrong, the start of the wrong is already past, like the riots. Trump won, Hillary lost. Now she and George Soros have gotten together and sent her minions out to riot. The trouble started when Hillary was not indicted by Comey back in July. We can't travel through time and force Comey to indict on that overwhelming evidence. We can't travel through time and stop Hitler. This is history we LEARNED the HARD WAY. Ease and simplicity, humans want these things. We can't have them, because we keep learning the hard way. We're afraid of having faith in a positive future because we don't do the things we need to do to survive efficiently as a society. We're afraid because we don't have long on this earth to bring about the change we think is necessary for our lives and others. Some have lost faith in themselves to be instruments for change one way or the other, veering off into some ist or ism that makes effort only enough to exist at that moment. This is historical worthlessness. Why shouldn't we learn from that? That what each individual does to move society forward in a meaningful way has importance. The left-winged monster cannot do that. The right-winged monster cannot do that. The whole creature that is humanity can change, without taking any unnatural losses. Have faith in humanity. Have faith in the future. Have faith in Jesus Christ. This is the change we can learn about, to believe in.
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Sunday, November 13, 2016
Sunday, October 30, 2016
Buffalo Flow
A herd of buffalo popping up out of nowhere? In the middle of a pipeline dispute with the native peoples? I'd say that's a sign: The animals have entered into agreement with our Creator, showing themselves as a sign. I've seen enough of both that they are legitimate belief systems, that there is REAL power behind both Christianity and the Spirituality of the Native Peoples. A sign shown to de-escalate in this area, on both sides. We are all #Americans, we all enjoy this land. The Tribal government, autonomous to an extent, can raise the issue to the United States government. But when the issue goes through all these governmental channels- tribal, county, state, federal- the message becomes garbled.
My own opinion is to be respectful of the land, to take up conservation and limit sprawl. I know that we cannot have it our ways- sprawl, pipelines, conservation, etc. We have government regulations on both oil and Native Peoples. Regulations on how to ship, what to ship in, and so on. Regulations on where you can live, how to receive benefit, hiring practices... Human safety and pipeline safety should go hand in hand, be open to all those potentially effected. Recent pipeline failures and responses have shown that these companies are probably not living up to this expectation. Theoretically, it should be simple. Many times though, theories are broken, proven wrong by action or further research. I'm for offshore drilling, however, I find I'm more against underwater piping of oil.
This is an issue at Standing Rock, as it should be across the rest of the nation. In Michigan, currently, there is an issue of a new oil pipeline from Mackinac City to St. Ignace, connecting the Lower and Upper Peninsulas. There have been underwater pipeline failures somewhat recently in Jackson and Kalamazoo. Flint could be considered: A different issue surely, but many of these residents in Flint and Kalamazoo and Jackson were and continue to remain without water to some degree. In some western states, water is becoming limited. I cannot say whether Standing Rock is in one of these areas, but what if they were? Should we be willing to destroy their water supply for maybe five hundred thousand barrels of oil? Currently, the United States produces NINE MILLIONS of barrels of oil. Both sets of numbers are daily figures, five percent of daily totals.
Some in the area may want the pipeline, as an economic stimulus to areas in Tribal control. Do you exclude their advancement in the overall American Dream? Do you bulldoze through sacred sites for jobs that are desperately needed? These are questions that should be going through everyone's head, from oil company, to government agency and average everyday citizen, no matter where each one of those may be. Do you know where you are? Do you know who you are? Do you know the history that lay behind it all? Does any of it overlap? The chances are high that one day, maybe not today, that one tribe or nations issues will be the same as the others issues.
Research links:
https://vimeo.com/189299392
http://econbrowser.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/us_oil_jan_16.png
https://www.brookings.edu/blog/the-avenue/2016/09/14/five-things-to-know-about-the-north-dakota-access-pipeline-debate/
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Sunday, November 10, 2013
The Transmigration of Paul Bunyan
In the logging camps, they called him a giant of a man. Lake Erie and Lake Ontario are his footprints left behind on the country. They called him a workhorse, digging out Lake Michigan as a water trough for his favorite ox. They lay him down in Lake Superior, ready and willing to tell his tall tales and make him a legend. Who is this man? Why Paul Bunyan, of course! But did you know that he was only four feet tall? Brainerd, Grand Rapids, Bangor, Bemidji, Oscoda; all these cities lovingly claimed Paul Bunyan as their own. But did you know that he was a transmigrant between the cities of East Lansing and Ann Arbor Michigan?
Paul had only been gone a year, but it felt like decades. He'd made an unplanned migration the previous fall, amidst much the same hoopla that had come in the previous years; the location changes, yes, but the hunk of wooden man never does. Confident, he stood there staring out at the masses, surveying all the emotion of the camps; some cheered and reached out to him, hoping to brush a fingertip against his slivery being; still some cried out at the loss of Paul Bunyan from their camp. Who else would help chop firewood to keep them warm during the dreadwinters?
Paul himself didn't think much of the move. Going from one camp to another, they all had the same feel: carousing, roughhousing, lewd activities, the occasional victory pyre in the middle of camp and half-moronic camp foremen to boot-- seaweed is not wood, nor do trees have feelings. He doesn't think much beyond those feels, simply moving about from camp to camp, one dreadwinter after another. One off-season after another. It was the long off-seasons that were killing him.
Sometimes he got more than enough to feed his Babe for the entire season! It was purely maddening; but yet, he stands there, fists planted firmly in his hips. Paul knows the power of the camps. He knows one day his time will come again. He will move.
That day had come on November 2nd 2013. Saturday.
The camps had come together as they usually had to play a game. Not any lumberjacks' games (that would have warmed Paul's heart), but a game of football. Certain lumberjacks stood there looking confused. Some took off work boot and sock, curling and uncurling their toes. Some still tried to join in the fray, practicing their kicking skills. Unofficially, it was a forfeit of the ages. Here they say kickers lack any sort of fortitude!
It was the Camp of the Spartans versus the Camp of the Wolverines for four quarters:
First Quarter: SPARTANS control WOLVERINES.
Second Quarter: SPARTANS control WOLVERINES.
Halftime: REJOICE.
Third Quarter: SPARTANS control WOLVERINES.
Fourth Quarter: SPARTANS control WOLVERINES.
RESULT: Paul is coming home.
This, being a natural game, overseen by Paul Bunyan, must be put in a natural setting and action. A Spartan, even a Lumberjack, should control the animals, Wolverine or otherwise. Four quarters of reality had been played out. The opposing camp could barely scamper away, certainly they could not push forward for the sake of Paul Bunyan. He will move them, perhaps in a years time, perhaps a decade or two. Paul Bunyan moved too. Could he have cried sawdust tears of joy no doubt he would have! But his wooden nature, being hard like that of wood, stood in the way.
No matter the outcome, he did look forward to this year, as he has the previous 59. Fo Sho Bo, Pearly Perles, Carr Goes Vroom Vroom, Better Than Nick Saban. All Kings of the Field, they play their best for the very soul of Paul Bunyan. But in reality, it's not just for a piece of statuary every year, it is a Battle for Michigan. A battle for a little piece of the larger history that helped build this state with Lumber and Metal and Trucks to haul all of it. A battle for each of us, the citizens of Michigan, whether it be Up North, in the U.P., Mackinac City, Jackson, Ironwood, New Buffalo or the Soo: We are Michigan. So too are we Paul Bunyan.
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Michigan State Football: They Are Spartans (MI) (Images of Sports)
Paul had only been gone a year, but it felt like decades. He'd made an unplanned migration the previous fall, amidst much the same hoopla that had come in the previous years; the location changes, yes, but the hunk of wooden man never does. Confident, he stood there staring out at the masses, surveying all the emotion of the camps; some cheered and reached out to him, hoping to brush a fingertip against his slivery being; still some cried out at the loss of Paul Bunyan from their camp. Who else would help chop firewood to keep them warm during the dreadwinters?
Paul himself didn't think much of the move. Going from one camp to another, they all had the same feel: carousing, roughhousing, lewd activities, the occasional victory pyre in the middle of camp and half-moronic camp foremen to boot-- seaweed is not wood, nor do trees have feelings. He doesn't think much beyond those feels, simply moving about from camp to camp, one dreadwinter after another. One off-season after another. It was the long off-seasons that were killing him.
Sometimes he got more than enough to feed his Babe for the entire season! It was purely maddening; but yet, he stands there, fists planted firmly in his hips. Paul knows the power of the camps. He knows one day his time will come again. He will move.
That day had come on November 2nd 2013. Saturday.
The camps had come together as they usually had to play a game. Not any lumberjacks' games (that would have warmed Paul's heart), but a game of football. Certain lumberjacks stood there looking confused. Some took off work boot and sock, curling and uncurling their toes. Some still tried to join in the fray, practicing their kicking skills. Unofficially, it was a forfeit of the ages. Here they say kickers lack any sort of fortitude!
It was the Camp of the Spartans versus the Camp of the Wolverines for four quarters:
First Quarter: SPARTANS control WOLVERINES.
Second Quarter: SPARTANS control WOLVERINES.
Halftime: REJOICE.
Third Quarter: SPARTANS control WOLVERINES.
Fourth Quarter: SPARTANS control WOLVERINES.
RESULT: Paul is coming home.
This, being a natural game, overseen by Paul Bunyan, must be put in a natural setting and action. A Spartan, even a Lumberjack, should control the animals, Wolverine or otherwise. Four quarters of reality had been played out. The opposing camp could barely scamper away, certainly they could not push forward for the sake of Paul Bunyan. He will move them, perhaps in a years time, perhaps a decade or two. Paul Bunyan moved too. Could he have cried sawdust tears of joy no doubt he would have! But his wooden nature, being hard like that of wood, stood in the way.
No matter the outcome, he did look forward to this year, as he has the previous 59. Fo Sho Bo, Pearly Perles, Carr Goes Vroom Vroom, Better Than Nick Saban. All Kings of the Field, they play their best for the very soul of Paul Bunyan. But in reality, it's not just for a piece of statuary every year, it is a Battle for Michigan. A battle for a little piece of the larger history that helped build this state with Lumber and Metal and Trucks to haul all of it. A battle for each of us, the citizens of Michigan, whether it be Up North, in the U.P., Mackinac City, Jackson, Ironwood, New Buffalo or the Soo: We are Michigan. So too are we Paul Bunyan.
Michigan State Football: They Are Spartans (MI) (Images of Sports)
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Saturday, April 27, 2013
Life, Liberty... and Entities?
Thanks to internet and places like Youtube I've seen UK gun debacle. No freedom to do what the gun owner likes; everything has to be put in fanciful records form, down to the very last grain. Inspectors are like, 'why even try?' General response: 'I have a right to be happy and do the things my forefathers before me for several generations loved doing.' -'thats just an old-fashioned concept!' - 'happiness and being free to make your own choices aren't "old-fashioned" concepts.' - 'we will just agree to disagree.'
Nothing is moved forward, one way or the other. I don't have exact numbers, but I'm pretty sure non-gun related violence saw an extreme spike. I think it has gone down some, but is still terribly high for the overall population. They're using knives. If they can't use knives, use a brick or a rock. If you don't have those, you still have fists. Should knives, bricks, rocks and/or fists be banned? I've heard rumor UK might be going after larger knives, only rumor. What about rocks? The very first murder weapon! Why aren't rocks banned?! Bricks, that should be obvious. A ban on bricks is a ban on buildings, which is a ban on life. Ban the lives we have now! Live like neanderthals! Better yet, ban the future. Clearly, we've stepped up from rocks, spears, bow and arrow, swords and guns. Ban fatty foods because we might get fat, have a heart attack and die. Ban Facebook because someone's feelings may get hurt. Ban angry glares, someone might see them. Ban this and ban that that because we want someone to feel as miserable as us.
Who wants to ban things? What are these things? Why? These are general questions that should be asked, many times never brought up; at least, nothing meaningful. The two words that keep popping into my mind are 'unnatural control'. Law gives the playing field boundaries; it's pretty obvious people can't go around killing each other, that's out-of-bounds. Monarchs, Parliaments and Congresses; egos grown so large it is clear they know what is good for you, whereas you can clearly see and believe in what is good for you before your very eyes. 'The government knows what I want and what is good for me. I believe that, so must others I know and love.' An unnatural control to tell you what is good in life-- rather than believe in it for oneself-- and what others need to live an 'enriched' life as the government-sponsored entity has. Living the life of an entity, an organism that is just there to take up space, is not the life to live for anyone.
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