When Pat Buchanan was fired from MSNBC last week over controversial racial remarks in his latest book, MSNBC President Phil Griffin said in a statement that Buchanan’s views “aren’t really appropriate for national dialogue, much less the dialogue on MSNBC…”

This is not the first time MSNBC has publicly determined what constitutes appropriate dialogue for the nation and their station.

In July, MSNBC fired their afternoon host Cenk Uyger. According to Uyger, there were some complaints about his harsh criticism of Obama. Uyger said Griffin told him personally “We are insiders. We are part of the establishment. Washington is concerned with your tone…” Uygur replied: “I thought: ‘Are we in a movie? Is this for real?” he said.

Uyger’s replacement was the Reverend Al Sharpton, who it was reported had promised in his pre-interview with MSNBC that he would not criticize President Obama. Unlike Buchanan, Sharpton’s controversial racial remarks were apparently more MSNBC-friendly. Commenting on Buchanan’s firing, The American Spectator’s James Antle writes:

Remaining on the network is Al Sharpton, whose denunciations of “white interlopers” and “diamond merchants” helped provoke violence against Freddy’s Fashion Mart and the Jewish communities of Crown Heights. You will search Buchanan’s oeuvre in vain for anything approaching Sharpton at his most hateful.

So there you have it. Uyger’s harsh criticism of Obama is out, but Sharpton’s ass kissing is in. Buchanan’s racial insensitivity is beyond the pale, but Sharpton’s straight up race hatred is above the fray.

That Buchanan made controversial comments about race in his new book is true. How do we know this? Because his comments created controversy. But Buchanan’s book is also a New York Times bestseller. Whatever one thinks of these comments, they are already part of the national dialogue whether MSNBC likes it or not.

And this remains true whether Media Matters or Color of Change like it or not. The idea of private news outlets determining what views or opinions are acceptable or unacceptable is fine. That’s how free markets work. The idea of activist groups championing or denouncing certain views is fine. That’s how freedom works.

But the idea that news outlets should work loosely with the Washington establishment to enforce political orthodoxy is not fine. In fact, it raises serious questions about journalistic ethics. It also raises serious questions about how free our speech really is.

The idea that pressure groups like Media Matters or Color of Change can work in conjunction with the media establishment to define permissible dissent isn’t fine either.

When a pundit of Buchanan’s stature says things others don’t think should be said—this is precisely when journalists should value the principle of free speech the most. Many journalists have denounced Buchanan’s firing for precisely this reason. When Uyger was saying things that made the establishment uncomfortable—he was performing journalists’ primary function. And yet, he was punished for it.

If anyone thinks Buchanan is truly a racist then let him sink himself with his own words, not warnings from Media Matters or Color of Change. Who in the hell do these people think they are anyway? Buchanan fully realizes his firing is about far more than him, or as he told The Daily Caller: “What concerns me more than what happens to me (is that) you can really damage and cripple careers of young people who are really not well known… I’m much more concerned in the future about this idea of smearing and then stigmatizing and silencing and censoring and blacklisting people because of their opinions, because of their views…”

Those with the courage of their convictions do not find it necessary to bully others with opposing views. Media Matters’ ultimate goal seems to be to create a media that doesn’t matter and the Color of Change is apparently yellow.

Firing Pat Buchanan didn’t take journalistic courage, but revealed cowardice. And America is better than this even if MSNBC is not.

Shortly my romanticizing of my daughters plight was soon to be dashed by the concept only a child born in a post modern, media driven culture could conjure up. She was afraid; being there for eternity that she would get…bored.

Yes this is what heaven has become to the modern man. What once was a place of eternal refuge from the pains of earthly existence has become a territory of tedium where it will be difficult to be perpetually entertained. That’s right my fellow Christian parents, apparently heaven has lost its appeal once the kids found out there was no texting there.

Of course it hasn’t helped things that heaven is normally depicted as a place where we all get wings and harps and play dirges to the Lord who one would think with all His omnipotent power would have provided more instruments at our disposal than an archaic one we don’t even play on earth.

Wings were another element that seemed a little unnecessary in heaven. Do we even breathe air in heaven, and if we want to get around do we really need to rely on the law of lift to get us there?

There is also this unsettling idea that we no longer belong to our earthly family but in fact have all become one in an eternal commune of togetherness. Suddenly Moses, Paul, AND Benny Hinn are my brothers?

Sounds like a bad Thanksgiving with the relatives your not good enough for, and the crazy uncle you have to invite every year but you pray he stays out of the cooking sherry!

I didn’t really have a good answer for my daughter as to how time would be spent in heaven, but I took some solace in the fact that she is contemplating the incomprehensible and wondering about eternity.

If more Christians would begin the hard journey of nurturing their intellect, and facing the hard problems of faith without fear that some answers are difficult to grasp, perhaps more secular humanist would give us a listen.
There is nothing more harmful to our faith than the Christian who says all they need is faith and the idea that our intellectual exploration is not of God. Gee, wonder why more and more “smart” people find God less and less compelling?

The Bible says if we don’t study, and meditate, and be prepared to give an answer to everyone who asks, we should be ashamed of ourselves. I for one am grateful to my daughter for reminding me that she is made in Gods image, the hard things of God are worth exploring, and that my faith is strengthened by my rational and logical pursuits of Gods Truth!

Still not crazy about harp music though.

That said, when Bill Clinton was conservatives’ main target, the most vicious criticisms focused on the president’s sex scandal with Monica Lewinsky. My problems with Clinton were primarily the same problems I would later have with George W. Bush and Barack Obama — big government, big spending, porous borders and unnecessary wars. But for virtually all conservatives and especially social conservatives, Clinton’s sex scandals were a rallying point during the late 1990s.

President George H.W. Bush’s drug czar, Bill Bennett, constantly hammered the notion that America was “defining deviancy down” by being too accepting of Clinton’s shenanigans, or as he wrote in 1998:

It is said that private character has virtually no impact on governing character; that what matters above all is a healthy economy; that moral authority is defined solely by how well a president deals with public policy matters; that America needs to become more European (read: more “sophisticated”) in its attitude toward sex; that lies about sex, even under oath, don’t really matter; that we shouldn’t be judgmental …

Bennett concluded:

If these arguments take root in American soil, if they become the coin of the public realm, we will have validated them, and we will come to rue the day we did. These arguments define us down; they assume a lower common denominator of behavior and leadership … we will have committed an unthinking act of moral and intellectual disarmament. In the realm of American ideals and the great tradition of public debate, the high ground will have been lost … In that sense, then, the arguments invoked by Bill Clinton and his defenders represent an assault on American ideals …

As noted, I’ve made a small career out of pointing out supposed conservative Republicans’ political deficiencies. This is often a thankless task. I’ve learned that if voters like a candidate’s personality or speaking ability — or really dislike the alternative candidate — they’re generally willing to forgive just about anything. For example, in 2009 and 2010 the tea party’s prime issues were opposing TARP and Obamacare. Now, most polling shows the tea party’s support is split primarily between two Republican presidential candidates who supported TARP and a government healthcare plan that Obama considers the blueprint for his own. In their zeal to defeat Obama, many Republicans don’t seem to mind electing a GOP version of him. Personality trumps policy; partisanship trumps principle.

Unfortunately, this is nothing new.

But what is new is what social conservatives are now willing to accept in their determination to defeat Obama. When a thrice-married Newt Gingrich, already an admitted adulterer, is accused by his second wife of asking for an open marriage — and this becomes a positive electoral advantage — the right has entered new and unchartered territory. Social conservatives were always the first to declare Clinton the “philanderer-in-chief.” Many of them now strongly support a known philanderer.

I bought some frosted flakes the other day and failed to notice that they came with a 3rd less sugar. Let me make this crystal clear. There is only one reason why I buy frosted flakes…FOR THE FROSTED PART!

If I wanted frosted flakes with the sugar removed I would have bought Wheaties! My wife tells me the kids can’t bring sodas to school or snack cakes because the school is so concerned about obesity. They desperately don’t want my kids getting fat by food.

They also don’t want them getting fat because of pregnancy but apparently that’s a different fix. Condoms are available so our kids can have sex but it won’t make them fat. THERE’S your moral compass from the secular humanist. Heck if you encourage indulgence without consequences then why not be consistent and apply it to food?

Kids should be taught how to eat whatever and how much they want including snack cakes and Twinkies and then just teach them how to throw up. What’s the difference? Have sex…no pregnancy, or, eat empty calories then we’ll teach you how to remove the danger through the free-choice of purging, heck we’ll even call it your constitutional right! All without inconveniently notifying you’re parents. I mean isn’t that what school was intended for.

Sure we have a problematic national school system that ranks near the bottom in math and such. But I’ll bet we’re at the top of the list when it comes to teaching kids what to eat and how to use prophylactics.

Remember we live in a society whose chief aim is to allow us to indulge our appetites. Whatever I desire becomes my “right”. Really? I desire frosted flakes with a third MORE sugar. I want at least a cup poured at the bottom of the box to ensure my sugar fix; but no, not with big brother at the helm. The new battle cry for school kids is simple,
Don’t deny me and don’t judge me either as my self-esteem couldn’t take the hit. Of course reading and writing and arithmetic have their place, but when I fail at it you can teach me how to sue others for bias or prejudice or emotional distress. That’s what the founding fathers had in mind for school, to teach me and ESPECIALLY others…that no one is more important than me!
Yes school really came into its own when it began to be run by the politically correct and no longer demanded personal responsibility. You removed swats and discipline along time ago and OH aren’t kids nicer now? Finally you created a learning environment where kids can be trusted with automatic weapons.
All of this and you think that the real problem for our kids isn’t moral absolutes; it’s with sugar in frosted flakes? Enough is enough. This is education in America baby! Stay away from my sugar and pass the condoms, just like the founding fathers intended.

It seems to me it should have been considered exactly how it felt prior to the apple…GOOD!

I can’t speak for women, but for a man to get to wander around outside nude surrounded by beautiful trees and sky and, oh yeah, a naked lady, would still be paradise in my book.

Men love the outdoors and being naked while there is simply a bonus. Nothing and I mean nothing makes a man feel more like a man than peeing outside.
So, the shame that came with nakedness must have been the beginning of the shyness that comes with others seeing us naked. That “other” being God at the time would make it even more traumatic since apparently he didn’t want us to “know” we were nude.

But it seems to me that takes all the fun out of it. If prior to the apple incident, seeing my wife naked wasn’t exciting, it defeats the purpose of being nude, which as I already said is one of men’s favorite scenarios.
God knew they were nude but wondered how they found out which could only mean that once they did they would feel less comfortable sharing that nudeness with God which is still strange since he made them that way and obviously never felt awkward being around them prior to that.

This fear of nudeness to strangers seems to be common now amongst most civilization’s though there are tribes in south America and Africa that walk around nude or partially so and apparently aren’t ashamed of it.

Even though some of the nude people are 70 year old men and women; which if you’ve had a chance to see them in all their senior anatomical splendor, would cause me, if I was chief, to make my first decree “The gods have spoken to the learned ones in a dream and now demand the sacred elderly to wear some kind of holy bra and loincloth otherwise we will have no choice but to gouge out our own eyes”.

The only time people in western culture are nude in front of a stranger without fear of being arrested is doctor’s visits. Though after the fall aside from being embarrassed at being nude, we as a group are also now going to get sick once in awhile and need to be closely examined preferably by someone we don’t know whose only qualification is they have a stethoscope.

We have all been trained that when a stranger with a stethoscope asks you to remove your clothes we’ll do it.

As a guy part of that consequence, by the way, is to have this unknown assailant, professional though he may be, physically grab, knead, and or examine our manhood from bough to stern while we get to make coughing noises since having your privates groped by a strange man wasn’t as humiliating as it needed to be for 500 bucks a shot so why not make us bark too. Just gives them more funny stories to share at the lunchroom.

So all I’m saying is when God asks you not to eat from a particular tree…your best bet is to take heed or it could lead to doctor’s visits, which, as we discovered can be disturbing.

That is unless having a strange man with a degree touching your junk isn’t disturbing to you…and by the way, if it isn’t …you need prayer.

This project already exemplifies the adage, “Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you’ll land among the stars.” The original goal was to invite two hundred sheriffs and raise $200,000 to pay for their travel expenses. So far we have will be educating half of the sheriffs with a little more than half of the money. This is a huge accomplishment for the Free America Now organization that is supporting Sheriff Mack’s idealistic plan. Countless hours of preparation have already been invested, and I suspect there were be a few sleepless nights between now and the closing ceremony.

The most exciting aspect of this project has been the unbridled enthusiasm expressed by many of the sheriffs who are planning to attend. My phone number was used as the contact reference in the eMail that was sent to all 3300+ sheriffs across the country, and I have been responding to dozens of requests for assistance. Some of the officers did express some hesitation about attending such a provacative gathering, however more than half stated that they were thrilled that someone finally put together exactly this type of gathering so they can coordinate with other like-minded Constitutional sheriffs. For those of you who are worried that everyone in government is aligned against us, it is time for you to change your perspective. I predict that the next gathering of sheriffs will draw between 500 and 1,000 officers from across the country, spurred by the highly positive testimonials that we will undoubtedly collect before the end of this event.

Finally, I would like to thank everyone who contacted PayPal and theatened to cancel – or actually cancelled – their accounts with that organization. As you are probably aware, PayPal put a freeze on forty thousand dollars in Sheriff Mack’s account that had been contributed to the Las Vegas event. It wasn’t until Richard called regarding a problem transferring that money to his bank account that he was informed that the money was being withheld, apparently because Richard was not working as a 501-C3 charitable organization. It is easy to imagine that the powers that be were hoping to force us to cancel the event all together. Not likely! Richard immediately borrowed twenty thousand dollars to make sure the vent took place come hell or high water. Fortunately, enough supporters called to apply enough political presssure to motivate PayPal to release those funds without any legal wrangling. If you want to contribute to this effort, knowing that any excess money will be used for the next event, please send a check or money order to:\

Constitutional Sheriffs & Peace Officers Association
112 Ridgewood Drive
Fredericksburg, Texas 78624

For the moment, it appears that the movement toward Liberty is growing in force, and will soon be unstoppable. I will report on the results of the project soon after returning home from Vegas.

In light of this, I’m reminded of the short story by Mark Twain, ‘The War Prayer.’ While we certainly don’t agree with Twain on everything, there is definitely an eerie, unspoken truth to the war prayer for which this story was named:

The War Prayer
by Mark Twain

It was a time of great and exalting excitement. The country was up in arms, the war was on, in every breast burned the holy fire of patriotism; the drums were beating, the bands playing, the toy pistols popping, the bunched firecrackers hissing and spluttering; on every hand and far down the receding and fading spread of roofs and balconies a fulttering wilderness of flags flashed in the sun; daily the young volunteers marched down the wide avenue gay and fine in their new uniforms, the proud fathers and mothers and sisters and sweethearts cheering them with voices choked with happy emotion as they swung by; nightly the packed mass meetings listened, panting, to patriot oratory with stirred the deepest deeps of their hearts, and which they interrupted at briefest intervals with cyclones of applause, the tears running down their cheeks the while; in the churches the pastors preached devotion to flag and country, and invoked the God of Battles beseeching His aid in our good cause in outpourings of fervid eloquence which moved every listener.

It was indeed a glad and gracious time, and the half dozen rash spirits that ventured to disapprove of the war and cast a doubt upon its righteousness straightway got such a stern and angry warning that for their personal safety’s sake they quickly shrank out of sight and offended no more in that way.

Sunday morning came — next day the battalions would leave for the front; the church was filled; the volunteers were there, their young faces alight with martial dreams — visions of the stern advance, the gathering momentum, the rushing charge, the flashing sabers, the flight of the foe, the tumult, the enveloping smoke, the fierce pursuit, the surrender!

Then home from the war, bronzed heroes, welcomed, adored, submerged in golden seas of glory! With the volunteers sat their dear ones, proud, happy, and envied by the neighbors and friends who had no sons and brothers to send forth to the field of honor, there to win for the flag, or, failing, die the noblest of noble deaths. The service proceeded; a war chapter from the Old Testament was read; the first prayer was said; it was followed by an organ burst that shook the building, and with one impulse the house rose, with glowing eyes and beating hearts, and poured out that tremendous invocation:

God the all-terrible! Thou who ordainest,
Thunder thy clarion and lightning thy sword!

Then came the “long” prayer. None could remember the like of it for passionate pleading and moving and beautiful language. The burden of its supplication was, that an ever-merciful and benignant Father of us all would watch over our noble young soldiers, and aid, comfort, and encourage them in their patriotic work; bless them, shield them in the day of battle and the hour of peril, bear them in His mighty hand, make them strong and confident, invincible in the bloody onset; help them crush the foe, grant to them and to their flag and country imperishable honor and glory –

An aged stranger entered and moved with slow and noiseless step up the main aisle, his eyes fixed upon the minister, his long body clothed in a robe that reached to his feet, his head bare, his white hair descending in a frothy cataract to his shoulders, his seamy face unnaturally pale, pale even to ghastliness. With all eyes following him and wondering, he made his silent way; without pausing, he ascended to the preacher’s side and stood there waiting. With shut lids the preacher, unconscious of his presence, continued his moving prayer, and at last finished it with the words, uttered in fervent appeal, “Bless our arms, grant us the victory, O Lord and God, Father and Protector of our land and flag!”

The stranger touched his arm, motioned him to step aside — which the startled minister did — and took his place. During some moments he surveyed the spellbound audience with solemn eyes, in which burned an uncanny light; then in a deep voice he said:

“I come from the Throne — bearing a message from Almighty God!” The words smote the house with a shock; if the stranger perceived it he gave no attention. “He has heard the prayer of His servant your shepherd, and will grant it if such be your desire after I, His messenger, shall have explained to you its import — that is to say, its full import. For it is like unto many of the prayers of men, in that it asks for more than he who utters it is aware of — excpet he pause and think. “God’s servant and yours has prayed his prayer. Has he paused and taken thought? Is it one prayer? No, it is two — one uttered, and the other not. Both have reached the ear of Him who heareth all supplications, the spoken and the unspoken. Ponder this — keep it in mind. If you would beseech a blessing upon yourself, beware! lest without intent you invoke a curse upon your neighbor at the same time. If you pray for the blessing of rain on your crop which needs it, by that act you are possibly praying for a curse on some neighbor’s crop which may not need rain and can be injured by it.

“You have heard your servant’s prayer — the uttered part of it. I am commissioned by God to put into words the other part of it — that part which the pastor — and also you in your hearts — fervently prayed silently. And ignorantly and unthinkingly? God grant that it was so! You heard the words ‘Grant us the victory, O Lord our God!’ That is sufficient. The whole of the uttered prayer is compact into those pregnant words. Elaborations were not necessary. When you have prayed for victory you have prayed for many unmentioned results which follow victory — must follow it, cannot help but follow it. Upon the listening spirit of God fell also the unspoken part of the prayer. He commandeth me to put it into words. Listen!

“Lord our Father, our young patriots, idols of our hearts, go forth into battle — be Thou near them! With them — in spirit — we also go forth from the sweet peace of our beloved firesides to smite the foe. O Lord our God, help us tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with their little children to wander unfriended in the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames in summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it –

For our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimmage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet!

We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love, and Who is the ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen.

(After a pause.) “Ye have prayed it; if ye still desire it, speak! The messenger of the Most High waits.”

Hello Two-Thousand-Twelve! You cannot get here fast enough. My fellow patriots and I have been waiting for you for a l-o-n-g t-i-m-e! Some of us have been waiting thirty or forty years! But now you are here. The Tipping Point. The year the pendulum swings the other direction. The Beginning Of The End for the totalitarian police state. This is the year that Ron Paul surprises the Good Old Boy Republicans by winning the nomination in spite of the blatant bias and corruption. This is the year that Sheriff Richard Mack wins a victory even greater than his Supreme Court decision against the Brady Bill. This is the year Sheriff Mack inspires the Sheriff of hundreds of counties nationwide to stand up against the encroachments of the federal government. Not to sit idly by and let Sheriff Mack restore Liberty by himself, this is the year that I begin teaching my eight-hour Constitution class on the floor of several state legislatures. This is the year when patriot groups with different priorities begin to work together for a common cause: self-determination. This is the year that evil begins to self-destruct.

It is too early to break open the champaign to celebrate a victory that hasn’t been realized yet, but it is not too early to make New Year’s resolutions that will contribute to the overall success of the freedom movement. Too often we make well intentioned resolutions that are destined to failure before Valentine’s Day. “I’m going to lose 20 pounds.” “I’m going to put 15% of my weekly earnings into my retirement plan.” “I’m going to quit: smoking; drinking; eating fast food; procrastinating.” This year, with our lives, our fortunes, and our sacred honor at stake, we need to make resolutions that we are actually going to keep. Here are a list of mine.

I resolve to carry my gun concealed as often as possible. Given the increase in government violence against my fellow Americans, it is more and more likely that I will personally witness the abuse of government authority. It may be inconvenient to check my pistol through airport security, but it would be far more inconvenient to watch my friends die because I wasn’t brave enough to protect them. I also resolve to speak slowly and calmly as I explain to police officers why I refuse to be disarmed. I promise I will not be the first to escalate violence, although I plan to be the first one to pull the trigger if that becomes necessary. (Note to the SPLC: I am not advocating for violence against the government. I am advocating for self-defense against government initiated violence. There is a distinct difference that your organization seems incapable of understanding.)

I resolve to resist pessimism and promote optimism about the future. For thirty years I have insisted that most of what our government does is unconstitutional. Regrettably, I have developed a habit of focusing on the corruption hidden beneath the thin veneer of respectability displayed by our government representatives. After years of campaigning for office, only to be criticized by the very people I thought I was championing, I had given up hope for the success of Liberty. Fortunately a new friend dragged me out of my despair, and restored my confidence in the will and determination of the American people. Henceforth I will assume the responsibility of doing the same for others. Yes, we still have economic and political problems ahead of us, however the American people are a dragon that is stirring from its slumber. I don’t even feel sorry for the evil people who will be dragged from their homes and taken to trial before being sentenced to life in prison. That is a far more humane treatment than they have perpetrated on us for over a century.

I also resolve to brighten my corner of the world by offering everyone I meet a warm, genuine hug. Not the artificial, Hollywood “kiss, kiss” hugs you see on television. I mean a genuine, “I’m glad that you are in the world and are a part of my life” type of hug. I used to be famous for the intensity of my hugs, but over time I have become cynical and jaded, erecting psychological barriers to protect myself from the hostility around me. I have no doubt that my feelings will be hurt eventually, but if I can spread love and joy, and inspire others to do the same, then it will all have been worth it. Besides, when my feelings get hurt I’m sure I can find a few people willing to return the hugs I gave them originally. That will help to heal my emotional trauma much more quickly.

What about you? Are you willing to make resolutions to hasten the return of our Liberties? Please let me know if you’re willing to adopt any of the resolutions above. Let me know if you can think of things that I might add to this list. We the People are the source of all political power in this country. As someone once said, it’s Good to be King!

1) A flat screen plasma T.V. ; The great thing about flat screens is they are on the wall and off the old conventional television nooks that made it difficult for your wife to dust around the base. The plasma screens picture is so colorful and intense that when it’s on your wife will almost mistake it for a beautiful piece of artwork hanging from a gallery. As you change channels the picture become diverse thus never leaving the chance for boredom to set in. Think Rembrandt or Chagall.

2) A gift certificate for a day of massage and pampering. ; Guys if there is one often unspoken desire of your wife’s it is to have a little more time to herself while doing housework without you hanging around and being “in the way”. When you take a day and head to the spa she will be free to clean and rearrange the furniture without the fear of you complaining that when you push the couch around it hurts your back. The spa not only will help you get the kinks out guys, but it’s a way to get out of her hair for once and show her you love her.

3) Season tickets for 2 to your local sports team; never again should you put her in the position of saying “We never go out anymore”. Season tickets are your way of saying “Hey babe, not only do I want to go out with you but now we have the opportunity to do I over 80 times this year!” Think of the tear in her eye when she realizes you didn’t waste money on earrings that often times can get lost but invested instead in a stadium full of likeminded couples sharing the fellowship of “us” time.

4) One classic complaint from women is “you don’t really know me”. Intimacy is what she is implying. Sure the season tickets will give you something to share together but what about the intimacy of just the two of you alone and private. Something that is shared only between a husband and wife? Fishing gear is the perfect solution. It allows both of you to find your very own “fishing spot” where alone you can talk and bait hooks without the kids rushing in or the telephone ringing.

5) A personal love contract; this is my favorite because it’s from the heart and isn’t one of those impersonal store-bought items. As Christian men we are taught to love and nurture our wives. The Bible also is explicit about not denying each other our bodies because the sexual experience is from God and designed to demonstrate in physicality that we are one flesh. Because as men we quickly realize that our wives desires and frequencies in the sexual union is vastly different than ours, it has caused problems in some marriages. The Love contract is designed to remedy that. All it is ,is simply a piece of paper symbolizing your love and desire for your bride. Make it simple and straightforward as it indicates that everyday,” I as your husband will make myself available to you physically. I will not dictate the time or place but will humbly and lovingly allow you, my wife, to choose the daily time and place so that daily, we can on a daily basis grow in our spiritual love by demonstrating our daily physical love.” This daily commitment takes the pressure off of her trying to guess when you are interested in sharing these Song of Solomon moments. You with this simple contract will have lovingly made it clear that the rest of your lives, the two of you will be committed to prayerfully engaging in the joy of a daily physical union. This beautiful contract will once and for all bring her the assurance that you are thinking of her and her needs daily.

Well that’s all I could come up with in this short notice but I wish all of you men and women out there a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. I can’t wait to get back the cards and letters telling me how well these simple suggestions changed your lives. Trust me I take no credit. It’s my calling

What has changed is the American people’s concern about their individual rights. We’ve seen nothing but assault after assault on liberty since that fateful day in 2001. The Patriot Act, passed shortly after the terrorist attack, was the first nail in the coffin that allowed warrant-less wiretapping and confiscation of private documents in an abolition of our 4th Amendment right to privacy.

Then there was the creation of a new, bureaucratic, big government department called the Department of Homeland Security, which among other things oversaw the new TSA at the airports. The TSA is a government bureaucracy that uses “techniques” for our “safety” that, if done by you or I, would be considered sexual assault.

Lest we not forget the expanding war front to fight the jihadists, groups housed within numerous middle eastern countries. The vast military and nation-building spending the government does each year plunges us further and further in to debt to China. Not only is it destroying our economy and trashing our already worthless currency, it is racking up a debt that will seriously effect our children and grandchildren and all future generations to come. It is careless, reckless, irresponsible and selfish.

There has been a new precedent set by the Obama administration that the executive branch seemingly has the power to assassinate American citizens. Sure they were born and raised in America, but they are bad guys we are told, they are terrorists. An American jury would be too stupid to find America hating-terrorists who want to do us harm guilty and sentence them to death, so instead, our omnipotent and wise President did what needed to be done. Don’t worry though, he’ll only assassinate terrorists – disregard that packet from the DHS from 2009 that said that ‘extreme right-wingers’ who are pro-life, supporters of states rights and fans of candidate Ron Paul can be defined as terrorists.

The newest ‘change’ we are getting as a result of 9/11 (which took place more than 10 years ago now) is tucked away in a defense appropriation bill, which guarantees a Congressmen will be branded anti-troop if he votes against it. This measure will allow the president to detain American citizens at Guantanamo Bay detention camp indefinitely, without a trial or even a notification of the charges. Yes, the interrogation facility where terrorists go to be water-boarded could be your next stop if you are deemed an ‘enemy of the state’. The whole idea of this facility is unconstitutional and “extrajudicial”, meaning that individuals can be detained there without charges being brought against them. Since this mindset and practice goes against our Constitution and everything our Founding Fathers fought for, it was realized the camp would have to be put in a foreign land so they wouldn’t be out-rightly violating the rule of law – Cuba it is!

It seems that both parties have completely thrown out the mindset of Benjamin Franklin, who said, “Those who would give up Essential Liberty to purchase a little Temporary Safety, deserve neither Liberty nor Safety.”

Instead, they have adopted the mantra of Rahm Emanuel, Obama’s former Chief of Staff, “You never let a serious crisis go to waste.”

We need a consensus from now on where we as a democratic process get to vote on whether a word is offensive or not. If the majority of the people don’t think so then that becomes law. I realize that there are offensive words. The word “nigger” for one has been eliminated from even use in discussion of it on T.V. If I am not mistaken the first time I heard the word called the “N” word was by Johnnie Cochran at the O J Simpson trial.

That word by the way didn’t start offensive either. It was a slang term when referring to Africans on American soil. There were many from the south that knew no other term and even used it in normal conversation. The problem came into existence when slaves were emancipated and consequently expected, rightfully so, to the full protection of the Constitution and the laws of the land. Because there was such a difficulty of assimilation amongst the whites who considered African-Americans less human than themselves the term “nigger” went from descriptive to demeaning.

That word has been eliminated from T.V. programs now. Ironically I once saw a show where the word “nigger” was bleeped out but the word “Jesus Christ” and goddammit were not. Offending a race in America is sin and forbidden. Offending the judge of sin is not.

As far as the midget word goes I know no one in my 40 plus years on earth that has ever considered the word midget offensive at all. What is most important by the way is the actual meaning of the word. In other words if a Midget said I find that word offensive and I say I find it describing someone who is disproportionally small in stature than the norm but having all appendages in proportion to their height than what is the problem? As a matter of fact Websters dictionary describes midgets as “one perfect of form and normal in function but like a tiny replica of the ordinary species”. It defines the word as a compliment.

Is it possible that you have actually created a notorious word where one did not previously exist? Are there no guidelines or absolutes we can all refer to in order to not be further restricted in speech in our society?

What if I was offended because you called me a man? Since man has always been used as a prefix to humanity as a whole (as in MAN-kind) couldn’t we declare it sexist and elitist? Though we couldn’t use the word woman anymore as well as it contains the word man thus proving our theory correct. Not to mention all the trans-gendered humans, (oops, there’s that evil word again) that really believe any reference to a specific gender is exclusionary and outmoded.

As much as I wish that were a humorous exercise sadly it is not. This is exactly what is happening daily thanks to liberal i.e. postmodern thought in America. So I for one will do what I can, while I can, to keep free speech alive, and welcome as many freethinking midgets as possible to join my cause.

As my readers know I have been on a campaign to eliminate political correctness from our culture for years. This debate illustrates not only why I hate it but just how idiotically insidious it actually is.

We now have college professors teaching American kids that it is politically incorrect to, are you ready, offend a CARTOON character! That’s right some liberal ideas are so funny they write their own punch line.

1st off, let me acknowledge that bullying is real and it should be eliminated from society when possible, but what did they really do to Rudolph that was so heinous? They didn’t let him play in their games. What did he miss out on really huh? I mean, how interesting could reindeer games be? They couldn’t include, balls, bats, rackets, dice, tokens, pencils, etc because reindeer don’t have HANDS!

True they were mean to him but what you don’t see is Rudolph going to the University thought police to demand the reindeer be institutionalized in sensitivity training. You don’t see him suing Santa for creating a hostile work environment either. No, Rudolph took the old American concept of fighting through adversity!

Instead of being a victim he chose to be victorious. Instead of being broken he became braver. Instead of looking for excuses he enlarged his character. Instead of being a whiner, he chose to be a winner. Rudolph is an inspirational song about overcoming adversity no matter what the odds against you are and has been viewed that way for years!

You see anyone can play the blame game and create a victim out of anything otherwise noble if that is their agenda. I’ll prove it. I say that the Rudolph song is a metaphor for liberal, big-government bureaucracy. Santa is the president who is so powerful he can deliver a gift to every human on earth in one night!

The elves represent the Congress and Senate that are so powerful they can build gifts for every human on the face of the earth! Yet between them they didn’t have the foresight to anticipate foggy weather I the future and with all their magical potential they neglected to install headlights on Santa’s sleigh.

Consequently they had to take from Rudolph, (representing the rich), what he had that they didn’t and force him to lead the way pulling the rest of them along because of their incompetence. Notice they didn’t fix the problem only allowed it to continue a little longer.

So obviously Rudolph represents the complete failure of the Obama administration to build America, and of the Congress and it’s inability to balance the budget! You see my friends, anybody can play the “blame game” if it suits their purpose and they have an agenda to accomplish. The problem is it passes the responsibility onto someone else and in the end; nobody comes out stronger than they were.

Tisha Casida is running for Congress in Colorado, and she invited me to teach a series of classes on the Bill of Rights in an effort to attract potential voters to listen to her speak. Always eager to Light the Fires of Liberty, I agreed to duplicate my presentation several times in Grand Junction, Delta, Gunnison, and Pueblo. After I finished my presentation on the principles of the Constitution, Tisha would address the crowd explaining that she wants to go to Washington “to cut off the head of the snake”. Let me say that Tisha is not afraid to call a spade a spade.

When Tisha invited the audience to ask her questions, there were a few times I wished that I could step up and answer the question for her, to leverage my years of experience on the campaign trail. It didn’t take long before I realized that Tisha needs no help confronting difficult questions head on, with common sense answers that appeal to voters who are tired of the status quo. Tisha also has something that I had lost over time – enthusiasm and hope for the future. Listening to her talk about establishing a state currency for Colorado, building small businesses, and making District 3 self-sufficent in anticipation of an inevitable economic collapse, I realized that my sense of dispair was disappearing.

When I talk, I outline theoretical principles of Liberty that are clearly absent from our current society. This can be very depressing. When Tisha talks she speaks of practical, doable projects that are capable of solving the problems we currently face. Tisha is young, but she is definitely not naive. She doesn’t claim that the changes will be easy, but she sincerely believes they are possible, and definitely worth fighting for. She is a woman prepared to move Heaven and Earth to begin the process of restoring Liberty in this country.

Dedication like that deserves as much support as it can possibly get. That is why I am endorsing her campaign, and have agreed to be an advisor through the election. Tisha is planning monthly local conventions, and I have promised to return as often as possible to assist in any way that I can. You can read my endorsement here, or you can watch a video version of it here. Then I encourage you to visit Tisha’s website so you can contribute to her campaign. Sooner or later, an intelligent candidate with integrity and vision is going to defeat the candidates from the two major parties. I am betting that Tisha Casida is that candidate in 2012.

Books are always there to be read and re-read never losing their information and just patiently waiting to share with anyone that is literate. Funny you should mention books as I happen to have two I have written available in my website store. My first is called “Being a Christian Without Being an Idiot”; kind of an autobiography. The second is called “How to think right” which was named originally in hardback “Live from Middle America..Rants from a Red State Comedian”, available at bradstine.com

But enough about me as this is about thankfulness. Another great thing to be thankful for is DVD’s. What a great holiday tradition to start watching a good family film together right after the feast. Not that any come to mind but since we are on the subject why not pick up a copy of the outstanding pro-life film “Sarah’s Choice” starring Christian singer Rebecca StJames. Coincidently I am a co-star in the film playing Uncle Clay, a middle aged man giving moral clarity to his rambunctious but all too immature nephew that got his girlfriend pregnant and what they are going to do next.

I am going on a vacation with my family and am always thankful for a good DVD that we can watch and listen to along the way, some good music or even a comedy album. Even though mine are available on bradstine.com I don’t listen to them of course as that would be crass and self-indulgent. The fact that some of you would consider buying some of my albums for yourself and as Christmas gifts is totally your right. Just leave me out of it as this column all about thankfulness.

I’m always thankful for God’s provisions like clothing. That is probably why I created my own t-shirts and hats with funny phrases on them to allow for my fans to have the same opportunity I have of not having to go through the winter topless.

Anyway I hope I was able to get you all thinking a little bit about others and how to never neglect giving thanks for the little things in life. Me? I just trust God for my daily bread and am thankful He is always faithful so I don’t have to resort to self serving promotions about all the stuff available on my website bradstine.com at a discount to help your one stop Christmas shopping needs. Have a great Thanksgiving!

Monday is an ancient Gallic word Mun-dean where we get the word “mundane”. Monday being the start of the workweek is dreaded and a reminder of the beginning of another difficult struggle to survive. We associate Monday with “blue” and drudgery hence the name.

Tues is an Anglo-Saxon word deucedey or two (where we modernized to “Tues”-day. It represents the second day of the week or a double dose of mundane or Monday squared.

Wednesday is Roman from Wedded-day as it “marries” or unites the two drudge days with the hope of the following two days that lead to the weekend. It is hopeful as it couples the worst with the best, which is where we get the concept of marriage. This is also why some have crudely and in some sort of heathen like phrase refer to it as “hump” day.

Thursday is Arabic from “Thursted” as in “we thirst or long for the last day of the week. It is a metaphor for the dangling carrot that we must endure to reach the end of our backbreaking labor.

Friday comes from old English “fire-day” as in the idea of frying or cooking a feast to celebrate the completion of our toil. It is also found in Hieroglyphics as a fish as that was the original fried meat.

Saturday is a composite of three words from the Greek, which loosely translates in English as “Sat-all-day. As in the rest and recreation that is a result of doing nothing in order to save up energy for the return of Monday. It is also the impetus for creating sitting machines like a couch or recliner in order to participate more holy in the “sitting” day.

Sunday is the most obvious as it literally means “sun” day in the image of a new day or rebirth if you will of all our hopes and dreams of leisure and the blessed return of the “Son” that will relieve us of all the pain and agony of the garden that implemented the concept of labor as we were first instructed to “tend to the garden and subdue it”.

I hope this historical journey into word origins has been of some service to you readers who also are starting their “Mundane-day” with depression and angst and revulsion. Have a good day.

Ironically the other 364 days of the year we spend telling children NOT to take candy from strangers, especially ones that have a corpse or bloody appendages on their front porch

Hey it’s never too early to prepare kids for the phenomenon of mixed messages and confusion to all things adult as we usher them into their puberty. It was a bitter sweet night for the wife and I as for the first time in 14 years we had neither our son or 10 yr old daughter to walk the blocks with as they collected enough goodies to keep dentists in business for years to come.

(On a side note they say the Celts invented Halloween and after a little research I found out the “Celt” is an ancient Gallic word meaning ” cavity creators”.)

Our kids were with friends this time and so we sat on the porch and waited for the kids to come up and seek to reap their reward. As much as the missus and I don’t have in a lot in common generally in this one thing we were united; No one got even one tootsie roll without uttering the magic phrase, “Trick or Treat”.

Many kids would come up to us not saying a word and simply open their bags as though we were obligated to give them their desires. It’s like the holiday version of teaching kids that entitlements are part of being American.

It’s bad enough that the holiday implied that if you don’t give us candy there will be hell to pay, but now these narcissists believe even following through with the ritual of saying 3 words is too much to ask.

As they stood there we would ask “what do you have to say” and normally the response was …”uhhh, please?..no thank you?…even a couple “happy Halloween!”

It took them a few moments to get it and normally I would start it with a ” tri..tri…trick…?” like I was trying to coax something legible from someone who had suffered a brain trauma and was only now realizing they weren’t Scandinavian.

Eventually they would say “Trick or treat” and we would feel like we had actually contributed something beautiful to society by keeping not only tradition alive, but also common courtesy. My next assignment is to try to get their parents to use their turn signals. A much more difficult task and one where perhaps a rotting corpse or a dancing skeleton may actually come in handy!

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One minor, personal example. I arrived at the Post Office an hour before closing, expecting to stand in a long line waiting to mail my package. As I arrived at the door I thought the office was closed because the lobby was completely empty. I pulled on the door and was surprised to find it open. As I stepped inside I realized there was only one clerk and one customer. I was greatly relieved to think I would be in and out in a reasonable amount of time. Since there was only one customer ahead of me, I walked past the red dispenser that allows you to take a paper tab with a number on it. As I reached the front of the line the clerk turned to me and asked, “Did you take a number?” I was stunned. I pointed out the obvious – “I’m NEXT!”. With the glaring eyes and indignation of a prison guard, he pointed at the dispenser and ordered me to “TAKE A NUMBER!” I stood transfixed, unable to believe that this simple protocol was being rigorously enforced, considering the circumstances. I returned to the dispenser under his watchful eye, and walked back with my small paper “license”. The clerk did not resume his interaction with the other customer until I had complied with his authority.

Eventually the previous customer walked away from the counter, but I didn’t move an inch. When the clerk motioned me forward, I loudly demanded, “CALL MY NUMBER! If I’ve got to take it, then you have to announce it to the world.” I pointed to the large LED display on the wall that displays the last number currently being served. Much to my delight it was nearly a dozen less than the number on my tiny slip of paper. I waited until the clerk pressed the button under the counter often enough to show the number he had forced me to take. If you know me at all, you know that hell would have frozen over before I mailed my package without the proper, “official” recognition built into the system.

My point is to show that even the smallest cog in the government wheel feels they hold sway over some aspect of your life. And they will do their best to exercise it if you allow them to get away with it. From the police officer on the street to the TSA agent groping you at airport security, all of these agents (and agencies) require your tacit approval to act the way they do. The most egregious example I’m aware of happened in Nevada last weekend.

Here’s the Reader’s Digest version: A farming family invested a great deal of time and money organizing a Farm-to-Fork dinner party on their property. As the elegant catered meal was about to be served, a pompous young woman from the Health Department demanded that they throw all the food in the garbage and cover it with chlorine bleach because – apparently – it was too dangerous to feed to pigs, or put into a compost pile. I know that some of you will not believe this is possible, so I invite you to visit the Farm to Consumer Legal Defense Fund website to read the gritty details for yourselves. Not since the Holocaust have I heard of anyone demanding and expecting – AND GETTING – such undeserved respect.

“I tremble for my country when I reflect that God is just.” – Thomas Jefferson
I am thrilled that Monte and Laura Bledsoe and the visitors to Quail Hollow Farm were able to turn lemons into lemonade. This shows they all have a very resilient spirit. But, come on folks! When are you going to grow a pair?! According to the story, a phone call two days before the event informed them that they must fill out paperwork and cough up a costly permit fee. The article says, “Stunned, we immediately complied.” Then moments before the meal was served to waiting guests, the agent demanded they dispose of all the food. “I can’t tell you how sick to my stomach I was watching that first dish of Mint Lamb Meatballs hit the bottom of the unsanitized trash can.” You don’t have to tell me, Laura, because I screamed “NO!” when I read that statement. Later, “to add insult to injury, we were ordered to pour bleach on it.” This was already well beyond my personal breaking point. I am absolutely incredulous that anyone would even THINK to comply with such outrageous instructions. Thank goodness the agent didn’t demand that everyone get down on all fours and bark like a dog. I suspect it might have sounded like a kennel – or an insane asylum.

People, people, people! Where is your self respect? Are you willing to do ANYTHING a government agent tells you to do? As Samuel Adams said, “If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquillity of servitude more than the animating contest of freedom, – go from us in peace. We ask not your counsels or arms…” What farms and consumers need is something more immediate than legal defense funds. They need the courage to tell the tyrannts from any agency to take a long walk off a short pier. As for me, “I WILL NOT COMPLY!”*

I know that I, like Samuel Adams in his day, am considered a bit extreme and over the top. Let me point out (once again) that you can’t be a little bit pregnant, or a slave only some of the time. There are a number of alternative responses that could have been employed, short of the one that everyone presumes I would resort to. (For the record, I never waste ammunition when an abusive string of vulgar epithets will suffice.) The most obvious choice would be to ask the agent to get off the property, physically assisting that effort if necessary. Then, sit down, enjoy the food, and when the agent returns the next day, simply explain that you don’t know what food she is talking about, since there isn’t any evidence available for the prosecution. (I’m sure the pigs would gladly eliminate anything the hungry guests were unable to consume.)

Perhaps a more congenial but sinister approach would be to instantly befriend the agent, ignoring anything she had to say while still treating her like family. Offer her a plate of Mint Lamb Meatballs with all of the fixings. It’s quite possible she would never be able to resist what sounds like an absolutely delicious meal. I suppose it’s possible that she could still write a citation, but then you could insist that she was a willing accomplice all along, and should share the same cell during your incarseration. (Now wouldn’t that be a cozy and fitting arrangement?)

I suspect there are other approaches that might have been used. Pretend for a moment that you are about to serve a delicious meal to several dozen guests, and some government agent arrives proclaiming authority over your basic right to eat any food you wish. What would your reaction be, and how would you respond?

[I reserve the right to edit out blatant vulgarities, but in this case, venting your emotion with ad hominem attacks is understandable. Trying to reason with idiots is a waste of time.]

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This excerpt from CBS Philly:

Vandals Hit Governor Corbett’s Mansion in Harrisburg

By CBS Philadelphia | Local Philadelphia – Wed, Oct 26, 2011

Police are searching for the vandals who targeted the mansion of Pennsylvania Gov. Tom Corbett in Harrisburg.

The word “WOLF PAC” was spray-painted on the perimeter wall of the residence. And below that, the phrase “FREEDOM > GOVERNMENT” was spray-painted on the wall.

“WOLF PAC” is a group that is opposed to corporations giving money to politicians.

Authorities are currently reviewing surveillance video in an attempt to track down the vandals.

Now my goal is not to endorse or condone “Wolf Pac”, I honestly have no idea who they are or what they stand for other than what I just read in this article, but I do want to comment on the vandals. There are a lot of people out there commenting on blogs and saying things like this act of vandalism was an act of terrorism, and/or a hate crime and, depending on their definition of a terrorist, I might actually agree with them…

During the time of the American War for Independence, King George and any supporters of the Crown had many similar things to say about the American Colonists who were rebelling against the King. Much of what the Sons of Liberty did during this time period would be classified as vandalizing the kings’ property. The Boston Tea Party didn’t just damage the Kings’ property but they destroyed shiploads of the Kings’ Tea. The Stamp Act and many other acts of rebellion helped spark the American Revolution and we celebrate this type of rebellion every Fourth of July.

The problem is that a lot has changed in the US since the days of the mid to late 1700′s and now that the tyrants are holding offices in our government and the media is in bed with the government because of special interests, these acts are nowadays frowned upon. When you read the Unanimous Declaration of the Thirteen united States of America and you analyze the reasons the founders listed for declaring independence, you will discover that the Governor of Pennsylvania is a Prince in his own respect, whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a tyrant.

Corbetts’ recent proposal to violate his no tax pledge by introducing a new sales tax on online purchases is just one example of this tyranny that Corbett has introduced. Adam and I tried to tell you – we called this before he even won the primary election – but no one wanted to listen. We were laughed at and called insane, but now many of these people are starting to rethink their 2010 decision, and we will be glad to take on these new timid patriots even though you have paid no price for your patriotism.

The Girl Scouts of Colorado put out a statement in regards to this situation saying, “Our requests for support of transgender kids have grown, and Girl Scouts of Colorado is working to best support these children, their families and the volunteers who serve them. In this case, an associate delivering our program was not aware of our approach. She contacted her supervisor, who immediately began working with the family to get the child involved and supported in Girl Scouts. We are accelerating our support systems and training so that we’re better able to serve all girls, families and volunteers.”

Vice President of Communications at Girl Scouts of Colorado Rachelle Trujillo also put out a statement after several inquiries saying, “Girl Scouts is an inclusive organization, and we accept all girls in kindergarten through 12th grade as members. If a child lives life as a girl and the family brings the child to us to participate in Girl Scouts, Girl Scouts of Colorado welcomes her. Girl Scouts of Colorado respects the privacy of all girls and families we work with. When a family requests membership for their daughter, we do not require proof of gender, we respect the decisions of families.”

And so it would appear as long as Bobby’s mother starts referring to him as a girl and continues dressing him in drag, little Bobby will get his wish. Rather than teaching Bobby that life is hard and although he can dress and act however he wants to that doesn’t mean he will be granted any and everything he wants. But instead of teaching him a valuable life lesson, we teach him if a big enough fit is thrown he can have his way, and thus we continue raising a politically correct generation with a sense of entitlement.

As crazy as this story sounds this is not the first and mark my words it will also not be the last. The ACLU has fought cases like this on behalf of a girl that wanted to join the Boy Scouts or vice-verse on the grounds that they were being discriminated against! I know this is a really deep concept that may be hard to wrap your mind around but they call the Girl Scouts, GIRL Scouts for a reason! One of the major requirements is you have to be a girl!

Imagine for a minute that you are teaching a class on how to sail a little 14′ sail boat. You put an ad in the paper advertising that other people with sail boats can show up and you will teach them how to sail. Then the day of the class someone shows up with an 800′ cruise ship and demands you teach them how to sail it. There is a pretty big problem here – an 800′ problem to be exact. You may not even know how to operate his vessel, not to mention there isn’t any sails on it. You can’t possibly train him, but somehow he feels discriminated against. That’s not your problem, it’s his! I don’t care if he comes in an 800′ cruse ship or a 6′ jet ski. If it’s not a sail boat, he can’t learn. It’s not discrimination it simply does not fit the criteria for entry.

The tragic thing here is although to my knowledge the government hasn’t stepped in here (yet), they very well may if Bobby’s mother decides to take it to court, like the case I referenced earlier that the ACLU took on. The problem I see here is there is nothing in the Constitution that permits the judicial branch of government or any other branch to allow or disallow people from joining any facet of the private sector. Not the Boy Scouts or any other privately run organization. Sadly, the government already does this and most everyone just goes along with it.

In many ways the institution of marriage is much like the Girl Scouts in this regard. Marriage was an institution of privately run churches and in the mid to late 1800′s the government started issuing marriage permits to couples they approved of their marriage, this allowed the government to approve or disapprove of couples from getting married when previously they had no business in the institution. The reason they got involved was to prevent couples from inter-marrying with people of different races. Now everyone who wants to get married goes to the government without thinking twice, but they don’t need the governments approval. Ironically, we have homosexuals who are trying to get in on the action and want the government to give them permission too. How stupid is that, why would they even want to ask permission? I don’t think straight couples should be applying for these unnecessary permits. (Now I understand there are benefits married couples have such as power of attorney and the ability to be added to insurgence policies, etc. But these battles are not won by seeking government approval.)

Sadly, if we keep asking permission the government will keep finding new ways to tax us. The more we consent to their tyranny the more we voluntarily enslave ourselves. Americans have to seek the governments’ permission to operate an automobile, carry a firearm, build onto their own property, marry their spouse, organize a protest, hold a yard sale, open a business, go hunting or fishing, leave the country, sell lemonade on a hot day, and quite possibly the most illogical of them all, Americans need to seek permission from the government to obtain a job! (That is if they want to be a law abiding citizen.)

So the question is how many liberties are we going to sacrifice in the name of political correctness, security and or peace of mind. How many liberties are you willing to give up? I hope your answer is zero.

“A society that puts equality before freedom will get neither. A society that puts freedom before equality will get a high degree of both.”
-Milton Friedman

“Anyone who is willing to trade liberty for security deserves neither.”
-Ben Franklin

Putting off healthcare is a man’s solemn duty for we always have the internal strength to will sickness and disease away. It is our birthright. To disregard something is to make it go away. It even works when she asks you to take out the trash. I ended up going after all simply so I could have some peace and quiet since her constant nagging was making it difficult to ignore my nose and thus my healing process was being stymied.

The Dr. did look at it and felt it probably wasn’t cancer. Huh? Who said anything about cancer? What is it with these people that every little ache you bring them has to start being diagnosed by first trying to rule out cancer? He decided he would burn it off using freeze spray stuff (I believe that was the technical term he used) and would look at it again in a couple weeks.

Did anyone out there hear me correctly? I have reached a place in my life where professionals are recommending I BURN OFF PARTS OF MY BODY IN ORDER TO KEEP ME ALIVE! Not to mention while the intern was examining my nose concern she began to go over other areas of my face that we may want to look at, specifically an area on my lip that could also be burned off “just to be on the safe side”. She really recommended the lip procedure because as she so calmly stated “if there was to be surgery on your face the lips seem to be the most difficult to fix and not cause disfigurement”.

Are you serious? I just came in here to get my wife off my back and my reward is the possibility I could end up like the elephant man! See if I ever show up in this office again, what a bunch of quacks! I have noticed aches in my shoulders now for quite sometime but only when I try to lift my daughter up over my head.

My knees are ok but my wrists have been sore for a few years after I started training in martial arts and was punching the heavy bag without wraps. I probably could go to an orthopedic surgeon to get scoped or x-rayed or even given some pain medication and stretching exercises.

I’m just hesitant because the minute I do I’m sure to find out I have a swollen prostate and colon polyps. If they would just leave my complaints in the areas I’m complaining about it would all run so much smoother. I’ll probably just ignore it until my wife forces me to go. Like I always said, “ Never put off until tomorrow, what you can ignore today”.

Sea Fever – by John Masefield

I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face and a grey dawn breaking.

I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying

I must down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life.
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

I love the ocean like a mistress. She makes me feel young again, so I never tire of seeing her.

My love affair began when I was four years old and learned to swim. I made my first scuba dive when I was ten, and earned my scuba certification when I was fifteen. My goal in life was to sail the oceans with Jacques Cousteau so we could save the world together. That dream lasted until I learned that I couldn’t make any money doing it. Clearly there is a practical limit to my romantic idealism.

My friend’s father taught me how to sail when I was fourteen using an eleven-foot styrofoam “Sea Snark” that advertised Kool cigarettes on the sail. The learning process was very straightforward for me. Point the boat in the direction you want to go, and pull the sail toward you until you start moving. Naturally, pointing the boat into the wind didn’t work very well, however I quickly learned how to tack upwind to compensate for that obvious limitation. Later, we would charter small boats on Green Bay in Wisconsin – a small offshoot of Lake Michigan. Eventually we graduated to larger boats and sailed on Lake Michigan itself – the place where I experienced my first storm at sea.

We were teaching a man to sail the twenty-seven foot boat he had purchased when a thunderstorm magically appeared from nowhere. These rapid weather changes are what makes sailing the Great Lakes as dangerous as the open ocean. Refer to The Wreck of the Edmond Fitzgerald if you don’t understand what I’m talking about. I’ve addressed my friend’s father as “the Captain” most of my life. He and I were in the cockpit – he dressed in a yellow “Nor’easter” raincoat, and I dressed in a windbreaker and Speedo swimsuit. (I used to be buff enough to make that look good, ladies.) The rest of the crew was huddled below, worried sick that we would capsize and be lost at sea. The Captain and I were loving life, quietly quoting the late Captain Ahab with his cries for “More sail! More sail!”. We felt slightly guilty for enjoying ourselves so much while others were in fear of their lives.

I share these details with you so you’ll have some idea of how excited I was when a lady I know in California asked if I would be willing to teach her how to sail. Is the Pope Catholic?! As long as I have a pulse, there will be an affirmative response to a question like that. We originally searched for a boat to rent or borrow, but eventually my friend decided to purchase a sailboat. She managed to find an incredible deal on a thirty-foot boat that was professionally cared for by someone as obsessive about sailing as I am. (Hard to believe, I know.) So I threw my dufflebag over my shoulder and headed to Long Beach, California.

On Wednesday we took the boat into the harbor using only the diesel engine. In order for her to experience the mass and momentum of a boat that size I had her motor past a remote bouy and then put the engine in neutral as it came alongside. I wanted her to see that the boat will coast five or six boat lengths just on inertia. Then I had her play “sailboat shuffleboard” telling her to put the boat in neutral when she thought we would coast to the bouy and stop. Finally, since boats do not travel in reverse as easily as automobiles, I had her zigzagging back and forth past the bouy in reverse. If anyone had been keeping track we both might be held for psychological observation.

On Thursday we returned to the harbor, this time with the sails raised. We systematically experimented with every point of sail, and practiced the art of tacking back and forth through the eye of the wind. For someone like me, with forty years of sailing experience, knowing where the wind is coming from is as easy as knowing which way is down. Believe it or not, this is one of the more difficult things for people to learn, even when their nose is pointed into a twenty-knot breeze. I had her face the bow as I rotated the boat through each angle of wind, instructing her to memorize how the wind felt on her face, her ears, and her hair. Then I blindfolded her and tested her senses on each point of sail. I’m pleased to report that my unusual training methods produced exactly the results I was hoping for.

On Friday we bought provisions and then set our course for Avalon harbor on the southern end of Santa Catalina Island. King Neptune smiled on us (probably because I’m his nephew) and a strong breeze came up from the southwest allowing us to sail the entire twenty-four nautical miles without changing our sail angle. On Saturday we ventured in the direction of Two Harbors farther north, but this time we had to tack upwind until we realized we would never finish the trip before nightfall. Heading back to Avalon was easy now that the wind was behind us. Our only delay was caused by a failed radiator hose that took me twenty minutes to repair. On Sunday Neptune smiled on us again and the wind put us on a beautiful near reach all the way back to Long Beach.

I am back in Indiana with a sunburned face, a little salt in my hair, and another story to tell around the campfire if there’s a lull in the conversation. I may get misty-eyed when I tell the story, because I love the ocean like a mistress.

Being a former boy myself none of this bothers me nor do I fret over it. My job as a dad is to guide my kids first through example and then through experience. I do this knowing full well that most of what I teach my child actually belongs more in the category of prophet than teacher. It basically works like this “ What I’m going to teach you is true, and it’s going to happen to you, but it isn’t going to be appreciated and accepted until after you do it yourself.”

We grow more from pain than pleasure and that’s just the deal. It’s almost like the only reason the parent is even there is for the satisfaction of being able to say I told you so. Trust me it’s a lot of fun because it makes me look like a genius when it comes to life lessons while the truth of the matter is I only know this stuff because I got to screw up first.

Another upside to being a dad to a boy/young man is it allows you to remember the unique male stuff that helped mold and create the one of a kind persona that is a man. This is stuff women cannot understand about us and quite frankly aren’t supposed to. God allows for gender specific attributes to remind boys to be sure they spend time with each other basking in the glow of knowledge that some sweet truths are only for us.
This brings up the topic I wanted to get to all along. It is something I have never seen written about a woman and thus makes it uniquely male. As a matter of fact if you are a woman reading this you need to stop now! I am about to enter a topic domain that is not for you and trust me, you are incapable of understanding without ridicule. The topic is of course, the fart. To a twelve year old boy on a sleep-over nothing is more salacious and culturally taboo then not only speaking of farts as often as possible but preferably working up a good ripe one to descend and overwhelm his buddies as proof of his superiority and masculinity.

What is uniquely common among the male species is that even though we laugh and mock any guy delivering a dreaded fart in our direction and we make sure he knows how putrid the smell is and how we despise it, when it emerges from our own nether regions it takes on somehow a sweet savor, an aromatic bouquet that only the connoisseur can truly appreciate. Kind of like a fine wine.

Farts for the most part smell the same. Boys know that for some reason though the smell emanating from someone else is horrid and putrid whereas the same substance coming with the same ferocity of fragrance is somehow not nearly as abhorrent when it’s our own. It’s kind of like sin I guess. I once heard the late Ed Cole make this interesting observation, “We tend to judge others by what they do, we judge ourselves by our intentions”.

That being said I’m here to tell you that I would recommend getting yourself a son at all costs. If you’re a mom I must forewarn you though it will come with a lot of angst, confusion and smells, which you will by no means understand. Then again you’re a woman, you’re not supposed to.

People are reluctant to admit what they are when what they are is considered bad. Alcoholics often have a laundry list of excuses for their alcoholism. Adulterers often justify their cheating by blaming inattentive spouses. Murderers often plead that insanity or bad parenting is the real culprit.

Denying or excusing one’s own guilt is a permanent facet of human nature.

Understandably, Americans have long shirked the idea that their country is an empire. This is an attitude that dates back to the founding era. As Daniel McCarthy, the editor of The American Conservative, has noted:

Jefferson may have mused about an empire of liberty, but the founding generation and their sons rejected the imperial ways of Europe: America would be an exception to the entangling alliances of the European state system. Unlike every great power of the Old World, America would not seek hegemony. Were she ever to become “dictatress of the world,” John Quincy Adams warned, “she would be no longer the ruler of her own spirit.”

Needless to say, much has changed about America and the world since the 18th and 19th centuries, but even today our rhetoric reflects our historic antipathy to the concept of empire. Defending the Iraq and Afghanistan wars during his 2004 State of the Union address, President Bush said: “Our country does not seek the expansion of territory … [but] to enlarge the realm of liberty … We have no desire to dominate, no ambitions of empire …”

Bush’s denial that America is an empire has been reflected in some recent opinion columns. The Wall Street Journal’s Bret Stephens opined in a piece earlier this month titled “Ron Paul’s Fantasy Empire” that the amount of troops America has stationed in hundreds of bases around the world, often cited by the Texas congressman, are actually few in number and therefore relatively insignificant. This week, columnist Steven Crowder of Andrew Breitbart’s BigGoverment.com seconded President Bush’s point, saying that America “is no empire at all. The United States boldly walks in through the front door of these countries, provides unprecedented aid and/or overthrows their evil governments in an attempt to rightfully give power back to its citizens …”

To note that America is a different or unconventional empire is one thing. But to deny it altogether, well — doth protest too much.

In 2003, The Atlantic Monthly’s Robert Kaplan weighed in on the subject: “It is a cliché these days to observe that the United States now possesses a global empire — different from Britain’s and Rome’s but an empire nonetheless. It is time to move beyond a statement of the obvious.”

Kaplan is not the first to state or notice the obvious. In a 1969 televised debate with leftist intellectual Noam Chomsky, National Review founder William F. Buckley explained the necessity of American empire after World War II: “We became an imperial power, Mr. Chomsky, in the sense that we inherited primary responsibility for any chain of action that might involve us in a third world war …” Buckley’s point was not that America wasn’t an empire, only that it was right or necessary to be such for a time — a point of view shared by a majority of conservatives throughout the Cold War era.

But should America remain an empire forever? Conservative author and philosopher Russell Kirk asked at the end of the Cold War in 1991:

But there remains an American Empire, still growing — though expanding through the acquisition of client states, rather than through settlement of American populations abroad … In short, although we never talk about our empire, a tremendous American Empire has come into existence — if, like the Roman Empire, in a kind of fit of absence of mind. No powerful counterpoise to the American hegemony seems to remain, what with the enfeebling of the U.S.S.R.

And this is where we stand today. It is one thing to say that America was justified in becoming an empire after World War II, and it is one thing to debate today whether we should remain one. But it is quite another thing — even dangerous — to pretend that America is now anything less than imperial in its scope, psyche and affordability.

The Constitution represents the liberal’s omnipotent scriptures. Don’t believe me? Liberal thought is what created the concept that the Constitution as a “living” document. Words that are “alive”, sound familiar Christian? We believe the Bible to be God breathed revelation to humanity. The Word even became flesh and dwelt among us. I honor the Constitution because it drew its power from God and Natural law. I don’t worship it though and certainly don’t manipulate it to make it conform to my lifestyle choice.

The Bible contains life and is creative and powerful. To the liberal who has borrowed from Christians (what’s new?) they have applied this to the constitution. They call it living because it allows them to reinterpret the meaning in order to fit their worldview and then be able to claim it was its intent all along. Thus we end up back at cussing.

The first amendment whose main property was to provide freedom from government intrusion into our faith lives became “alive” and thus able in its animated state to claim that keeping religion out of the public square is what freedom of worship means. I know, I know, you have to be a tenured professor at Berkley to be that stupid but it is what it is.

The fact that freedom of speech to the liberal means there are no boundaries on decorum since decorum dictates moral absolutes and moral absolutes censors’ art. I KNOW ITS IDIOCY BUT I DIDN’T CREATE THIS LINE OF THOUGHT THEY DID! Don’t take it out on me! The result being you cannot go to a comedy club anymore and hear a night of curse-free comedy.

What used to be mandatory for a “T.V. set” which meant no cursing, now has gone the opposite direction and cursing is expected as a way to show the 14-22 year old demographic you’re hip. Even Comedy Central only seems to give half hour specials to the cursing class and find beeping the words the proof of their giving the public what it wants.

Jesus by the way is the de rigueur curse word of the liberal elite. These gas bags of relativistic BS who are obsessed with respecting all cultures and lifestyle choices except Christians find using the name Jesus in a profane way non-insulting to the hundreds of millions worldwide that consider the name sacred.

One wonder’s how they would feel if we suddenly began using their saviors name I vain. Hurting oneself or getting frustrated elicits the epithet “Bull-Soros!” or “Darwin yours”! Could perhaps open their eyes to their insensitivity. Not that it would be a perfect solution.

Jesus came to give life and die for the lost. Relativists came to kill life and bring death to the innocent I.E. abortion on demand and perpetrator as victim mentality. Jesus on the other hand never hurt anyone other than those that don’t want it pointed out they are sinners and need to change their ways. Of course that concept is the liberals Waterloo, which is why they do everything in their legislative power to eliminate it. To that I have only one response…Barack you

The founders knew their history well and organizing our republic took a lot of planning and debating. They were afraid that the colonists, after living under the tyranny of Great Britain, would be so fed up with government that they would not assemble at all and by default would fall under the reign of anarchy which our founding fathers despised equally with democracy and oligarchy. President Washington said of anarchy, “There is a natural and necessary progression from the extreme of anarchy to the extreme of tyranny.” And so our founding fathers placed a very important clause into the constitution the required congress to meet at least once a year.

Article 1 Section 4 Clause 2
“The Congress shall assemble at least once in every Year, and such Meeting shall be on the first Monday in December, unless they shall by Law appoint a different Day.”

Our founders saw no reason to limit the amount of times for the congress to meet because of their very limited authority that the Constitution permitted to congress. The limitations on the specific things congress can constitutionally raise taxes for can be found in Article 1, Section 8 of the Constitution. Below is a complete list of what exactly the congress can raise taxes for, and nothing outside of these things is constitutionally permissible.

Clause 1: pay for the national debt (which I am told we are working on…)
fund a national defense against foreign and domestic threats (which we already have in the Army, Navy, Marines, and Air Force and police forces)
Clause 6: to pay for the Punishment of counterfeiting
Clause 7: They can pay for Post offices and postal roads and obviously the up keep (which we already have)
Clause 8: To promote the Progress of Science and useful Arts (which we have been and continue to do.)
Clause 12: To raise and support Armies, but no Appropriation of Money to that Use shall be for a longer Term than two Years. (Armies we already have an ironically even in times of peace they are standing for longer than two year terms.)
Clause 13: To provide and maintain a Navy (already done)
Clause 17: Erection of Forts, Magazines, Arsenals, dock-Yards, and other needful Buildings (We already have)

So basically everything the Congress has authority to do has already been done, the only reason they need to meet is maybe after a bad storm takes out some postal roads, or severely damages government buildings. If we are attacked and need to declare war, that would also be a good reason for the congress to assemble, other than that I believe it’s reasonable for the congress to be able to figure everything else out in one meeting per year. But that’s not what we have. We have a full time legislature, we have 100 US senators, 435 US congressmen and a president along with his extensive cabinet, that all serve full time, 40+ hour/week jobs. And what happens when you have 536+ elected officials working 40 hours a week for 52 weeks in a year? That’s 21,440 hours a week, and 1,114,880 hours every year that the congress, senate and president log every year and all for what? There is no way every single one of these representatives is spending every hour of every day working on legislation that falls under the 8th section of Article 1.

One hundred years ago not only was America the worlds sole superpower, but we also had the largest middle class and absolutely no national debt. We also had a very small fraction of the taxes that we have today and a lot more freedom. We have given Republicans and Democrats 1,114,880 hours a year for the past 100 years and what do we have to show for it? A $14,700,000,000,000.00+ national debt and thousands upon thousands of unconstitutional programs, agencies and laws. We are building governments in other countries, paying for peoples health care and retirement funds. We are building and funding public schools and taking over security at private airports. Almost everything our federal government does now is by definition unconstitutional and it needs to be stopped if we are ever going to be a world leader again. It’s time we tell congress once they are done, their one and only job that they go home instead of sitting around conniving about what new problem they are going to make worse.

Unfortunately, someone in the crowed yelled out, “YES” to the “let him die” question. The media not only pegged it as a heartless conservative philosophy but also along with Ron Paul for his disapproval of using tax dollars to help out their fictitious friend. There has been poverty all around the world almost since the beginning of time, just as long as poverty has existed there have been people trying to eliminate or reduce poverty. Anyone trying to eliminate poverty is essentially pissing into the wind as far as I am concerned because even Jesus said, “You will always have the poor among you…” Eliminating poverty is essentially out of the question, but I do think we as individuals should do our best to reduce poverty. The question that we should be asking isn’t whether or not we should help people in poverty, but how we should help them. Throughout history there have been two primary methods of fighting poverty. One seeks to find a need and meet it, the other tries to enable the individual in poverty to help themselves. Now that we have determined the methods let’s examine and determine which is the most effective method.

This past weekend Adam and I went kayaking at one of the state parks here in PA that we were thinking of going hunting at. While we were there we came across a sign that was issued by the PA Parks department in association with the PA wildlife department that pictured a man feeding a duck with a circle around it and crossing it out. The sign simply read, “PLEASE DON’T FEED THE WATERFOWL! PARK USERS AND CAMPERS… Waterfowl MAY become dependent on your handouts. Don’t invite them to become beggars. WATERFOWL ARE NOT PETS!”

But just how comparable are waterfowl and human beings? Well since scientists frequently refer to humans as animals and waterfowl are by definition animals, I would say they’re pretty much equivalent. The PA Wildlife Association has apparently done research and found that animals who are fed by humans don’t learn to properly fend for themselves and thus become reliant on handouts from the public. Once this occurs the animals come to expect to be given free food from humans and they do not learn how to survive on their own, thus they become beggars and annoy the visitors at the park. Ironically the people who most often refer to humans as animals often call us the most intelligent of the animals. This all being said, you would think that if the birds of the air can fend for themselves without handouts than surely the most intelligent of the animal kingdom could manage to find food on their own too. Not to mention if animals can learn to become dependent on handouts, then surely humans could too.

Now let’s refer back to the text on the sign and replace some of the words with others. As if this was a mad-lib, let’s replace the noun waterfowl with welfar recipient. Let’s change the nouns park users and campers with congressmen and senators.

PLEASE DON’T FEED THE WELFARE RECIPIENTS! CONGRESSMEN AND SENATORS… WELFARE RECIPIENTS MAY become dependent on your handouts. Don’t invite them to become beggars. WELFARE RECIPIENTS ARE NOT PETS!”

“God helps those who help themselves,” as Ben Franklin once said. Or as Abe Lincoln once said, “You cannot help men permanently by doing for them what they will not do for themselves.”

Give a man a fish and you will feed him for a day, teach him how to fish and you will feed him for a lifetime.

Is it selfish, of course? Because frankly they aren’t aware there are others in the universe yet. What they have learned quickly is if you feel hungry and scream, suddenly your needs are met and the hunger goes away. As we mature some of us are taught that what we desire doesn’t suddenly become out “right”. The Christian concept of putting others needs ahead of yourself is what sets us apart from our nature. We discipline ourselves to become servants to all in order to demonstrate what Christ did for humanity. It’s a lot of responsibility to be “like Christ” Especially because if we are late and something bad happens, we get fired, or get a ticket, or miss the game, which is why God invented TIVO. When Jesus was late and somebody DIED, He had the option to revive them. Showing off? Sure. But if I was the Son of God stuck amongst a bunch of knuckleheads, I suppose a few miracles would help pass the time as well as set up some interesting dinner conversation. “Peter what did you do today? Oh I fished on the sea, and you Lord? Oh ..I walked across it.

So in the future when you come across the crying baby, perhaps the Christian thing to do would be to see if you could help the poor mother or frustrated dad. The least we can do is be compassionate, understanding and a little less self-absorbed. The irony is these “adults” that sigh in disgust, keep looking back in anger and loathing are actually acting more like babies than the crying one. You see the crying baby doesn’t have a choice, we do.

Have you seen the price of silver lately? Have you looked at the trends over the last few months and years? It has been steadily growing for years and there are reasons to believe that the price will explode within the next year or two:

1.) With the stock market taking big hits the demand for precious metals (including silver) as a hedge is increasing dramatically. This increase will cause more demand and further drive the price up.

2.) The price of gold is skyrocketing with costs around $1,800 an ounce. Historically, the higher the gold, the higher the silver. The gold-to-silver price ratio is at a relatively high rate right now; as long as gold prices continue to shoot up $30 a day like it has been that ratio will grow even higher. Eventually the ratio will begin to shrink because silver will catch-up and the price will skyrocket.

3.) We are likely to see round three of quantitative easing (QE3), or in layman’s terms: another huge load of worthless paper currency injected into the market. This will raise the value of silver….actually, it will further inflate and devalue our currency making it worth less and artificially “raise” the prices of silver (and other precious metals).

These are just three simple reasons as there are a host of complex factors to consider when attempting to predict precious metal futures. You may be wondering why you should invest in silver at all. Consider these simple factors:

1.) Silver (and other precious metals) are easily liquidated and portable.

2.) Silver is effective in small increments for barter and US minted bullion is recognized on world markets. Precious metals have worldwide value.

3.) If (read, when) the dollar crashes, you will have a valuable coin for barter use.

Did You Know?
Did you know that your typical quarters, dimes and half dollars minted in 1964 or earlier are actually 90% (.900) silver? Check your pocket change and start a collection – a lot of this “junk silver” can add up into a significant amount of value! Example: a 1964 Washington quarter has .18084 oz of pure silver in it (mixed with .01628 oz of copper) worth more than $7.00!

In the near future on The Conservative Declaration Talk Show Program we will be doing an episode or two on monetary policy and money (real money) in general, so tune in for that. Until then, go do some research and start investing!