James Madison: Patriot or Paranoid?

James Madison was a Founding Father, the 4th President of the United States, and the "Father" of both the United States Constitution and the Bill of Rights. By all accounts, a man who understood what individual liberty and freedom were all about.

It's interesting then that based on some of the things he said, by today's standard Madison would probably be considered a paranoid, a terrorist sympathizer, and an "America Hater".

Personally, I don't think 200 years has diminished the warnings implicit in his words one bit, regardless of what might be said against them today. We should ignore the wisdom he shared at our own peril:


“If Tyranny and oppression come to this land, it will be in the guise of fighting a foreign enemy.”

“Of all the enemies of public liberty, war is perhaps the most to be dreaded, because it comprises and develops the germ of every other.”

“No nation could preserve its freedom in the midst of continual warfare.”

“The means of defense against foreign danger historically have become the instruments of tyranny at home.”

“There are more instances of the abridgement of freedom of the people by gradual and silent encroachments by those in power than by violent and sudden usurpations.”

“It will be of little avail to the people that the laws are made by men of their own choice if the laws be so voluminous that they cannot be read, or so incoherent that they cannot be understood.”

“Do not separate text from historical background. If you do, you will have perverted and subverted the Constitution, which can only end in a distorted, bastardized form of illegitimate government.”

“We are right to take alarm at the first experiment upon our liberties.”

Our Insane Little World

One my high school teachers used to have a poster in her room that said, “Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they’re not out to get you.” I know that some of my “Contrarian Views” may seem a little paranoid at times, but I also think it's better to be safe than sorry.

We joke about how our elected politicians will say anything to get elected (i.e., lies) and about how they are bought & sold by whichever lobbyists have the most money to throw at them, but are we really joking when we say those things?

As of today, 12% of Americans have confidence in the US Congress. Twelve percent. (By comparison, our fearful Presidentionator looks absolutely spectacular with a 26% approval rating).

So if we do not have faith in our leaders, if we do not believe that they have any integrity, if we do not believe that their actions reflect the best interests of the people (and in fact represent the agendas of corporate lobbyists), is it paranoia or is it prudence that we question what we read in the news, especially if what we read in the news isn’t widely reported by the mainstream media markets?

Here’s some news over the past few weeks that you might have missed. The stories are all very real, and if I may be so paranoid, are all eerily similar to events that take place in the heart of the story at the center of What So Proudly We Hailed:

Microchipping schoolchildren

Cell Phone Monitoring in School (it wasn’t the story itself that caught my attention as much as the quote "The constitutional rights inside school are not the same as out in the street." Did any of you parents out there know that?)

Government Sanctioned Assisted Suicide (isn’t this “compassionate” program essentially how the Nazis started out manipulating public perception so effectively that it would later yield acceptance of the death camps?)

Universal Healthcare (were you aware that state government could force you to be a customer of a private corporation? If you live in Massachusetts you are. Just imagine what the Federal Government could do with this. I especially liked this quote from the article: “Monthly penalties for those who can afford health care but refuse will jump and could total as much as $912 for individuals by December”. That’s right, $900 per month.)

Laying the groundwork to force universal health insurance on everyone else? (remember, it’s those idiots who won’t buy health insurance that are making your premiums go up and up, not the ever increasing corporate profits of the insurance companies)

Newborn DNA Harvesting (I just like the sound of the word “harvesting” when I think of an infant)

See Something, Say Something (if this ain’t straight out of “1984”, I don’t know what is.)

Joint Military/Police Practice for Martial Law Enforcement (for our own protection, of course. I don't know about you, but my neighborhood is absolutely infested with them there Al-Kida fellers)

I’ve added two website links to my blog; one is for Infowars, the other for Rogue Government. Even if you don’t subscribe to a lot of the ideas that they promote on their sites (9/11 conspiracy, New World Order, etc.), they are both pretty useful in the fact that they provide a collection of real news stories – and in some cases, opinion - that you probably did not even realize had taken place. So after you watch the news that ABC/NBC/CBS/FOX/CNN has to offer, you may enjoy finding out about some topics & news that obviously weren't important enough to make it to primetime.

On a lighter note, I’ll leave you with this little piece of insanity. It’s a British thing, but it could just as easily be a California thing, or a New York thing, or a Florida thing, or a . . . .
"Brainstorms" replaced with "Thought Showers"

What were those crazy slogans that Orwell penned some 60 years ago?

War is Peace.
Freedom is Slavery.
Ignorance is Strength.

They almost make sense now. Say it enough times, it becomes true.
But I'm being paranoid.

Darth Cheney & Friends

As a Christian, I try to love – or at the very least, care about – everyone that I can. Some people, however, make that very hard for me to do. And in truth, there are those where just the thought of them conjures up nothing but darkness in my mind. Such is the Vice President of the United States. I can think of nothing good to say about Dick Cheney. I'm sorry, I just can't. A more arrogant, elitist, and pompous individual would be hard to find.

Yesterday his arrogance was on display again, as he made the below incestuous joke while describing his personal ancestry:

"So I had Cheneys on both sides of the family, and we don't even live in West Virginia."

He has since apologized, of course. Well, not him, exactly. That would be asking a little much. But fortunately his spokesperson Lea Anne McBride found the humility to say, "The Vice President's offhand comment was not meant to hurt anyone. On reflection, he concluded that it was an inappropriate attempt at humor that he should not have made. The Vice President apologizes to the people of West Virginia for the inappropriate remark."

“On reflection.”

“Inappropriate.”

Well, I feel so much better now.

You know, I’m not even from West Virginia, but I’m offended by his remarks. Not even by the actual remarks themselves either, but instead by the underlying attitude that created those remarks in the first place. West Virginia just happened to be the joke of the day; but I promise you, it could have been any other group just as easily, because what motivates that kind of comment about any group of people is the sincere belief that you are above them all.

And I do not accept his apology either, because it was simply a necessary political statement, a statement that he didn’t even bother to make himself. Of course he didn’t; that would be beneath him.

Some people get fired for making “inappropriate” comments. Not our Dick.

His arrogance is constantly showing its face. Most people are aware of the recent exchange between Cheney and ABC News correspondent Martha Raddatz when she said during an interview, "Two-thirds of Americans say it's [the Iraq war] not worth fighting, and they're looking at the value gained versus the cost in American lives, certainly, and Iraqi lives."

To which Cheney replied, "So?"

And, because birds of a feather flock together, it was no surprise that an equally arrogant comment came during an exchange between White House Press Secretary Dana Perino and columnist Helen Thomas when Perino tried to explain the context of Cheney’s “So?” by stating that President Bush is determined to do what he believes is necessary for the good of the country, regardless of what other Americans might think or what opinion surveys might indicate.

To which Columnist Helen Thomas asked: "The American people are being asked to die and pay for this, and you're saying they have no say in this war?"

Perino: "No, I didn't say that, Helen."

Thomas: "Well, it amounts to you saying we have no input at all."

Perino: "No, the — you had input. The American people have input every four years, and that's the way our system is set up."

Every 4 years. I’m glad Perino cleared that up, because many Americans have been under the misunderstanding that our government was supposed to represent the people, if not all the time, than at least on a quasi-frequent basis; you know, “by the people, for the people” and all that jazz. Not so.

When it comes to supporting her bosses, Dana is what the corporate world would call a “team player.” I’m sure she & Cheney get along well.


More Cheney arrogance on display . . .

On his five – count ‘em, five – draft deferments: “I had other priorities in the sixties than military service." – April 5, 1989

On protecting the environment:
"Conservation may be a sign of personal virtue but it is not a sufficient basis for a sound, comprehensive energy policy." –April 30, 2001

On statements from Sen. Patrick Leahy regarding Cheney’s connections with Halliburton: "Go f*** yourself." - the Senate floor, June 2004

There’s plenty more where those came from if you have the stomach for it; just search on “Dick Cheney quotes” and bask in the glow, knowing that this man is the Vice President of the United States of America.

They say that the true character of someone is who they are when no one is watching. If that is indeed true, can you imagine the things this man must say when he is alone?

He Said - The Diaper Years

I love my kids. They’re great. And not just because they’re nice to have around when I need another cup of coffee and don’t feel like going to the kitchen myself, or when it would really be nice for somebody to hand me the remote control because I already sat down, or on those occasions when I just feel like ordering someone around for no other reason than because I feel like it.

No surprise to me that some people call these the “wonder years.” I would agree wholeheartedly. Unfortunately, children do not come into this world directly into the “wonder years”. Prior to that is a much darker period of time known as the “diaper years”, and it is a time perhaps not quite filled so much with wonder as it is with something else altogether.

I learned many things during the diaper years. I learned that I had badly underestimated how expensive diapers are, not to mention how many are required for the daily care of a baby. I learned that there is no such thing as a “leak proof” diaper. I learned that the Diaper Genie we purchased to dispose of dirty diapers was a complete waste of money because the kitchen trash was much easier to use and would fill up so fast that you had to empty it every 4 hours anyway.

And, in one very memorable rookie mistake, I learned that you should never stick your finger inside of a baby’s diaper to see if it needs to be changed.

Because sometimes it does.

But the biggest thing I learned during these years is that I did not want to change a diaper AT ALL if I could possibly avoid it, and being a quick study, I did find a few ways to get out of it. Gentlemen, the information that follows is priceless knowledge that was gleaned from my own personal trials of slogging through many a diaper year. It is yours to use as you see fit. All that I would ask in return is that when you speak of me, speak well.

* Over-powder. Nothing will rankle your wife more than to have a cloud of baby powder shoot out of your baby’s diaper every time she picks them up or sets them down. It won’t be long before she starts saying those 5 blessed little words that you love to hear: “Just let me do it.” After that, it’s all football & Fritos, baby.

* Claim complete ignorance of the female anatomy. Only works for baby girls, obviously. The basis for this excuse is that you might possible hurt the baby and/or not clean them properly because, well, you’re completely ignorant of the female anatomy. The best part about this excuse is that you don’t have to lie to pull it off. (Note: To help illustrate your ignorance, take the time to earnestly question your wife about how it was again that she became pregnant in the first place.)

* Install Diapers Very Loosely. There’s nothing like a good poopy dribbling down your baby’s leg and onto her dress while she’s breastfeeding to get your wife’s attention. Also very cool when - much to her horror - Grandma or Grandpa pick the baby up and the diaper falls off completely. If asked, you put the diapers on loosely because you don’t want them to constrict the baby and cause them pain. Your wife won’t argue that point, but she will feel compelled to attempt to show you the right way to put the diaper on. Stick to your guns no matter how many times she does this and continue to tell her in your most adamant voice, “that’s exactly what I did!”. Eventually she’ll give up, but you may take a few shots before she does.

* Pretend That You’re “Right in the Middle of Something.” Tell your wife that you are at a “critical juncture” of a project and you can’t stop right at the moment because “you just mixed the epoxy”, and then run out of the room. Women don’t know what epoxy is or what it’s for, but that’s exactly why they won’t call your bluff. If the “project” in question is something on the “Honey-Do” list, so much the better, because they’re the ones that wanted it done in the first place. WARNING: Do not attempt this excuse if you’ve been sitting on the couch watching TV. She won’t buy it.

* Barter. Let’s face it, no new father wants to fold laundry, clean up the dishes, make the bed, or buy his wife that trip to Paris that she’s been begging for, but if you can’t fake your way out of diaper duty, there’s nothing dishonorable about buying your way out. Many a man has done it, and if my guess is correct, this is probably how the whole concept of “trade” was invented in the first place.

What He Won't Remember

(from the book "Finding Liberty")

We always felt fairly isolated in Orlando; homeschooling was frowned upon by almost everyone, churches were big & impersonal, and finding like-minded people who simply didn’t care what the “Jones'’” did were few and far between. Although it didn’t really bother Catherine and I for ourselves that we seemed a little isolated, it did bother us for our children, because there were so few other kids around for them to play with.

I don’t know where all the kids in the neighborhood went when they came home from school – to their TV’s, computers, and video games, I guess – but they sure weren’t outside. I’m not just exaggerating either; you never saw them.

One morning Catherine was talking to a neighbor across the street and our son David, who was about 6 years old then, came up and asked our neighbor if her boys could come out to play. She kind of hemmed & hawed and then said that maybe they could come out to play around 3 O’clock. Well, to David this was firm date set in stone, and as the hours clicked away our little boy got more and more excited. But Cat & I knew that this lady never let her kids play with anyone in the neighborhood, and even as David’s excitement grew, we became more unsettled about what would actually happen.

3 O’clock finally rolled around, and David was ready to play. He was so excited! With something almost like dread, we took him outside where he ran to the end of the driveway and just stood there looking across the street – so excited and expectant – as he waited for a playmate who would never come. They weren’t home. Of course they weren’t home; she never had any intention of letting her boys play with David. I had known that, and Catherine had known that, but David didn’t.

I can still see him there; standing at first, then eventually sitting with his hands folded on his lap, so patient and happy, even as we tried to gently make excuses for why there would be no one for him to play with that day. “Just a few more minutes Daddy”, he would say, and then patiently continue to wait, eyes watching the empty house across the street.

My heart cried for my son that day. Why would you not want your kids to play with this beautiful little boy? He doesn’t swear, he doesn’t smart off, he doesn’t bully; he’s polite, he doesn’t have a mean bone in his body, and he has an imagination that is pure and joyful. Isn’t that the kind of boy you want your kids to play with? I don’t care if you hurt me, but don’t hurt my son. Not that way.

I mention that incident because shortly after moving to Liberty, David was invited to a birthday party. After living for years in a world almost sterile of friends for our kids, this was as much a joy for Cat & I as it was for David, and we wouldn’t have missed it for the world.

When we arrived, the 8 or so boys already at the party were playing Whiffle-Ball in the backyard, and David was invited to join in. It came his time to bat, and after several swings he was able to hit the ball. I was so proud.

And then he just stood there. The other kids were screaming at him, “Run! Run! Run!”, and after a few confused moments and many pointing fingers he finally took off and made it to first base. I stood there watching and felt my heart crack a little.

The next batter came to the plate and hit the first pitch. And David, so excited to be included and playing a game with other kids, just stood there on first base, not knowing what to do.

Again, the boys all began screaming, “Run! Run! Run!”, and my heart broke into pieces as I watched my beautiful little boy start running after the ball instead of towards 2nd base.

He didn’t know how to play baseball. I had never taught him.

I stood there hurting and embarrassed for this little boy named after a noble king. I stood there helplessly, watching him flounder in bewildered confusion as he tried so hard to do good, while bearing the brunt of mockery and laughter and screaming, and not even understanding why.

If there could be this much pain involved just watching my son get ridiculed by others, how much more must there have been for God when He watched His get murdered?

To their credit, the other boys didn’t give David too hard of a time, and once they learned that he had simply never played before, they did a pretty good job taking him under their wing and helping him out. In other words, doing what I should have already done long ago.

And just where had I been all that time? What had I been doing?

Like so many of those around me in that past world, I had been doing all of those things which were important to me, but not to my son. David never cared whether or not his dad closed “that big deal”, or that he was successful at “leveraging partnerships”, or that his management skills resulted in “good synergy” within the workplace. Those aren’t things that have any meaning to him whatsoever. They don’t affect his life at all, and he won’t remember me for them.

What he will remember me for is how well I’ve prepared him for this world that I brought him into. He’ll remember me for what I teach him about life & love, anger & fear, and honor & integrity. He’ll remember me for teaching him about losing with dignity & winning with grace, coping with rejection & acknowledging praise, doing what is right & leading by example, and standing your ground for what you believe in, even if others don’t like it.

Regardless of how good or bad I may do those things, he’ll at least remember that I tried, and if nothing else, he’ll have a starting point from which he can then further develop his own ideas and values as he goes through his life. That’s the only real legacy that I can give him. Those are the things that he will remember me for.

To my shame, however, he’ll never remember me for teaching him how to play baseball.

An excerpt from "What So Proudly We Hailed"

A.J. didn’t show up until late September, but when we finally met up, he was the one impatient to see me, not the other way around. He had been at the host family’s house that we had agreed upon months earlier for over two weeks, waiting on me. I had just been wandering around like I said, checking in every so often to see if he had arrived, and then heading back off again after a couple days to be by myself. He must have shown up right after my last departure.

“Where have you been?” he asked. Something about his tone struck me as odd, and he had a look in his eye that made me feel guilty of something. The look you give someone when they’ve done something wrong.

“Where have I been? What are you talking about? I’ve been waiting for you.”

He shook his head.

“That’s not what I mean. I’ve been trying to contact you. Everybody’s been trying to contact you. How come you haven’t replied to any of your messages?”

“What messages?” I asked, truly confused.

“Haven’t you checked your PDA?”

My PDA was in a bundle with my gun and the rest of what little I had out in a loft in the barn. David had given it to me almost a year ago and I had long since stopped checking it because nobody ever sent me anything. And why would they? Who even knew I existed?

“No,” I said, getting a little defensive. I know it was stupid, but I felt like he was accusing me of something and I hadn’t done anything wrong. Well, not to him anyway.

“Why should I?” I added quickly. “Who’s going to send me a message, anyway? You and David are about the only ones who even know who I am. You knew where I was. And what took you so long to get here? It’s been three months, you know. ”

A.J. looked at me like I was nuts.

“Don’t you know what’s been going on?” he asked. “Haven’t you been watching the news?”

“No, I’ve been waiting for you. What do I want to watch the news for?”

He shook his head like he couldn’t believe it, and yet at the same time, like he finally understood something too. He even chuckled under his breath, like it was funny.

“What?” I said, truly exasperated.

“Come here,” he said. “I need to show you something.”

He sat me in front of the TV and switched it to one of the news networks.

“Watch,” he said.

“What am I watching for?” I asked.

“Just watch. You’ll know it when you see it.”

Still feeling bewildered, but now also more than a bit curious, I did as I was told.

It was just news. Everything was as different and the same as it ever was. The Department of Labor reported that unemployment was holding steady at 0.4%. There was a story about a woman who claimed that her RFID implant allowed her to communicate with aliens. Another about a group termination of five D-chipped felons who had been planning to kidnap a surgeon from Bethesda to relieve them of their implants (which apparently didn’t allow them to talk to aliens, ha ha ha, wasn’t that funny?).

The Dow had slipped 4,700 points – mostly in a frantic morning sell off that was brought on by fears of Russia withholding oil supplies in retaliation to new US sanctions against Brazil – to finish the day at just over 84,500. The Nasdaq 1000 also dropped accordingly. Of course it did.

And then the commercials: A new drug for Billy, a new car for Sue, would you like insurance with that?, and don’t forget to trust your broker with everything else that hasn’t already taken because retirement was coming and you were going to be seventy-five sooner than you thought.

I looked over at A.J. He just sat there and nodded his head at the screen.

“Be patient, he said.

So I sat and I watched and suddenly, there it was.

He was right, A.J. was; I knew it when I saw it. But I still couldn’t believe it when I did.

The update started with the bad news.

Attacks from domestic terrorists were still on the rise across the country and were showing no signs of abating. Also disturbing was that the number of people who were attempting to remove their implants and join these terrorists had tripled over the past month as many previously thought “law abiding patriotic Americans” were showing their true colors (for shock value they included a short clip of an angry woman whose husband had been one of these traitors and who now warned everyone that “you just can’t be too sure about who you’re sharing your bed with”).

And most disturbing of all was that some people were actually sympathizing with these terrorists; in fact, just the day before a group of 30 people had tried to demonstrate – with picket signs and everything – on the courthouse steps in Seattle in protest of what they called “violations of their civil liberties”. Protesting against America! Could you believe it? Luckily, the Department of Homeland Security got there quickly and put a stop to it before anyone got hurt, God Bless America.

The relieved anchorman was happy to let us know – while his pretty blonde co-anchor nodded her head in agreement – that the ringleaders were now in custody and scheduled for D-chipping, while the rest of the protestors had already been stripped of their possessions and entered into the new government WPA labor program for reorientation.

But fear not good citizens, there is also good news to report, because the DHS crackdown was yielding impressive results. Over 1400 of these known – or suspected – domestic terrorists had been arrested or killed just in the month of September alone, along with more than 300 others who had been covertly providing assistance and safe haven for them. Progress was being made, and the DHS assured everyone that removing this threat to the American people was of top priority and all efforts would continue to be made until it was stamped out completely.

The segment closed with an interview of DHS director Roger Benedict urging all Americans to assist them in this fight by maintaining “uncompromising vigilance” in reporting suspicious activity, and warning each and every one of us to prepare ourselves for the possibility that performing our patriotic duty may even require the unenviable task of turning in a loved one.

I was numb watching it all. Shocked. But not so much because of what was being reported; what was truly incredible to me was the name that they had given to these “domestic terrorists”.

They were calling them “Gideons.”

I looked over at A.J., not knowing what to say.

“The resistance finally has a name, brother,” he said. “And you’re it.”

Just a little status . . .

Hi all, I just wanted to take a moment to apologize for not posting more often lately. I kind of messed up and got a real job again (by necessity) so that's been taking up some time. They actually expect me to be there every day for 8 whole hours. In a row. Well, almost anyway. Can you believe it? So that's been taking up some time. Plus we've had some nice days now that spring is here so I've had to fight the pull to be outside rather than at a desk writing. And now there's softball coaching to do a couple nights of every week . . .

The bottom line is that I won't be able to post quite as often as I have in past months. I do still have plenty of things to write about (the questions never stop, in fact), but I'd rather take the time to try to write something that is worth reading rather than just slapping down some incoherent thoughts in order to meet some kind of "blog quota". So if you can bear with me on that, I'd be much obliged.

If you happen to be in Central Kentucky on the weekend of April 26 & 27, drop on by Penn's Store (located a couple miles outside of Gravel Switch, KY if that helps . . . probably not) for their annual "Writer's Day" celebration. I'll be there (with my lovely if not slightly high maintenance wife Catherine) to read and talk and meet people and just chill out at this little general store out in the middle of nowhere. Here's the link if you're interested: Writer's Day.

Thanks again for your patience.