Monthly Archives: March 2024

Now is the Time

And here we sit. Or lie, it really doesn’t matter.  Deep down we all know something is terribly wrong, but we’ve become so accustomed to sitting around waiting for things to get better that we find ourselves expecting something that we know isn’t going to happen.  We just wait around for someone else to step up to the plate, then maybe we can try to help.  Problem is, we have somewhere in the neighborhood of a couple of hundred million American men sitting around waiting for some hero to emerge, and indeed if we look closely, that hero is trying to emerge – from within the heart of each of us. Listen to it!

Back in time somewhere, somehow, our genetic profile got infused with some admirable traits.  Men in early America were men – brave men of integrity and honor.  Since those days our desirable aspects have progressively become diluted – seriously depleted indeed – but the kernel of love for freedom is still inside us.  Our problem is how to overcome the blasphemous propaganda deluge in which we are submersed.  We have to wrest our attention from our pathetic worldly pursuits foisted upon us by the media to the urgency of serious threats to our nation’s very existence.  Is our desire for a new pickup truck and boat more important than our expectation for there to be a free country for our kids to inherit?  Is the super bowl and its vile commercial accoutrements worth more of our time than a Sunday morning with our family in service to the God who blessed us with our prosperous (though too often decadent) and certainly undeserved lifestyles?

In case you’ve been asleep for a long while, our government has become occupied by what are increasingly being revealed as hostile forces.  These same forces are the ones responsible for the destruction of our cities and our uncontrolled border – it’s all part of their plan to destroy our God-fearing nation.  Connect the dots and you’ll find other nefarious plots and acts such as health and pharmaceutical efforts which have questionable value. 

Our congress has been taken over almost completely by these same people who instruct the members to pass legislation which no longer in any way represents the interests of the country they were elected to represent.  It’s hard to find any legislation processed within the last few years that reflects the interests of the AMERICAN PEOPLE.  I remember some time ago, when the government was at an impasse over the budget and no business at all could be attended by the congress, yet they still managed to eke out some kind of resolution opposing disparaging a foreign country.  Couldn’t do squat for America though. Wealthy corporate PAC donors for sure, but never for Joe the Plumber.  Other nations – well, the ones with money absolutely, but no longer any legislation to help working American people.

We are watching the inevitable disintegration of what was probably the greatest of nations.  The whole world once looked to the US as the preeminent leader of the world.  We were respected as being an honorable nation populated with honorable people.  What happened?  In my humble opinion, some time ago, perhaps around 1913, our leaders revealed themselves to be susceptible to bribery.  Over the years, this shortcoming has only grown worse – like some grotesque malignancy – and has proven to be the primary reason for the downfall of American society.  Our congress and executive are captive to malevolent forces that are beyond our ability to control – individually.  I don’t know about anyone else, but I’m very tired of the video soap opera of one-upmanship that passes for congressional activity nowadays.  Wow!  Just look at how Kennedy gave that Mayorkas the what for!  Or how Rand Paul butchered Fauci.  To what end?  Seriously people!  The people’s legislature is reduced to congressional reality TV and congresspeople relish the roles.

Everyone knows there is strength in numbers.  Alone we cannot hope to arrest America’s plunge into the abyss, but with sufficient numbers, especially with American veterans and patriots on board, we can face, and defeat this scourge.  We have to recognize and admit to ourselves that it exists though, and then muster up the courage to fight it.  We must recognize that the sinister forces who have brought us here intend to destroy our nation, our children’s future, and then we must resolve to defeat it.  Whatever it takes.

Always remember that, regardless of media and government propaganda narratives, there is a distinction between loyalty to the government and patriotism to the country. In fact, that distinction is the very reason the constitution was written and endorsed! Our founders realized that a government could become corrupted and so they set up a legal means to overcome such corruption and tyranny.

How can we begin to fight this battle?  There are some choices before us, some will require us to put aside differences, especially as pertains to race – white and black and brown America must stop allowing evil forces to divide us.  Pay attention – when the mass media start hammering the airwaves with news stories that divide the races, we can be assured that there is a serious need for distraction from whatever nefarious behavior is afoot.  I remember the Vietnam days and how each time the war protests started to become uncontrollable, the news stories became about race issues, and sure enough, gullible Americans were suffering the Watts riots and countless news stories impugning black men which our carefully nurtured racist communities were quick to devour.  Sure enough, our collective attention was miraculously turned to the race bait instead of the war. We have to stop letting them do this – we need to be willing to disregard such obvious division and stay focused together!

Personally, I’m a 70-year-old white hillbilly from a southern white background, and if I followed my forebears, I’d probably be a member of the John Birch group, but fortunately many years ago, with the help of the Almighty, I became able to see through the propaganda – it wasn’t easy and I made lots of enemies along the way.  But after everything is said and done, Martin Luther King is among the greatest of my heroes.  I learned much from figures like Malcolm X and Ghandi.  I think I learned most, especially about honor and bravery, from our founding fathers.  I learned long ago that these guys were willing to put it all on the line for what they believed.  We need guys like that today!  We can have discussions about their views on slavery and other issues in another forum, but right now I implore all Americans of every color to come together to act and do what each of us can do to save our country.  Trust me, the people in control do not want that.  We must come to the realization that there is room here for every one of every color.  Brotherly love must prevail against the forces that teach and espouse hatred.  Remember, we all have issues we’d like to see addressed, such as racism, militarism, etc., but we’ll never be able to properly resolve these issues until the people of this nation regain control of our government.

There is a movement we should support – it’s growing by leaps and bounds – called Our Country Our Choice.  If you agree that this country is headed in the wrong direction, you should look into it, as this promises to offer a solution to many of our ills.  The organization is headed by one Douglas MacGregor, a retired Army Colonel who served as advisor in the Trump administration.  Our Country Our Choice (OCOC), as far as I know, does not endorse, or at least hasn’t yet, any political figure(s), and specifically refuses donations from politically motivated groups or lobbies.  It looks like a viable path to regain our nation’s sovereignty and I strongly urge American men, women, and especially veterans to get up off your ass and get involved – this thing is not going to work without all of our help.  OCOC urges all demographics to get on board with this movement – it is solely for the benefit of the American people – not lobby groups or politicians. 

Colonel MacGregor has an extensive military background.  He is adept in governing and is smart enough to get the right people into the positions where they can be most effective.  The organization has already recognized the futility of trying to improve our lot without the help of Providence, and has a chaplain, Pastor Casey, in the leadership of OCOC.  Bingo!  If God is with us, who can stand against us?  I exhort all who see this missive to look into OCOC and join and support the organization, financially and spiritually. 

No one is attempting to imply that OCOC will be able to solve all of our problems.  Some of the issues that await attention are profound and will require time and effort to properly address.  What is certain is that we have issues on the table that cannot be resolved within the current structures of our government – in fact they actually seem to be in place to prevent just and fair resolution.  OCOC may not be the exact instrument that will get the US back onto the rails, but it’s a start.  If people are informed and still refuse to act, then maybe they deserve whatever form of slavery the powers that be levy upon them.  But their children don’t.

We have a mandate from the Supreme Law of the Land.   When in the course of human events… 

Pass on this info about OCOC to every God-fearing patriot you know. Make sure all the ex-military folks you know hear about it. The compromised people in DC do not represent this old vet!

Reflections on Grandpa’s Little Varmint

There’s a pair of smallish work boots in the spare bedroom and a few other knick-knacks she left when she was last here.  There’s a big smile she left in my heart too.  It’s mine now and it will always be, and it’s one of the few things that hasn’t been claimed by cobwebs.  Literal and figurative cobwebs – but those ginkgo supplements do help. I doubt if she thinks about this old Ozark farm very often these days. 

Maybe someday my fond memories of her will fade like everything else seems to as I arrive at a stage of my journey through this existence I used to consider to be life.  Having turned seventy years old last year, I guess I’ve finally come to realize life isn’t what I once thought it is supposed to be – in a way it’s sort of disappointing, but in another way, it’s sort of a relief.  I no longer have to try and live up to a lot of the expectations I always felt I needed to achieve.  In a way, it’s like taking a burden of pride off my shoulders.  Priorities change.  Many unfulfilled dreams have long been packed away – mostly in silent corners of outbuildings, likely never to be reopened, never to be realized, nor indeed remembered, once I take that last hike. Anyways, most of those expectations were those I placed on myself, so I’m free to discard them at will.

On the brighter side, there are some advantages to arriving at geezerhood.  Things that used to be so important to me now seem to carry less significance.  I’m able to “zoom out” and get an albeit belated, fresh perspective.  I’m sure she’ll get there someday too, but for now she’s in that glorious process of spreading those precious little wings – I remember that phase of my own life, and that of my daughters, and at the most significant level – as it should be – I’m able to excuse her for having left me to wipe a tear away once in a while as I reflect on tidbits of her presence with me – like those dusty work boots.  And that priceless smile.

She’s away in college and life is undoubtedly teaching her those lessons us aged creatures have learned through the years, and when she gets to the point in life where I am, she’ll surely understand that the lessons she learned outside the classroom are among the most important of them all.  I hope some of the things she learned out in the woods when those boots were on her feet will be among them.  Of course, she’d never be caught wearing work boots where she is now – we bought them for her when she was up here on the farm visiting.  They kept her feet warm and saved her toes from accidentally dropped firewood as she helped me with chores.  Maybe she’ll make it back up here while I’m still around.  What a lift for this old heart to see her!

I remember when we lived out in Colorado when she was just a pup.  Her family lived with me then, in fact she and her mom had lived with me since she was born.  She was maybe four or five years old.  Around Pueblo where we lived, there isn’t much rain – it’s semi-arid prairie country – but we did get some rain in the spring and it filled up ditches and holes, only to rapidly evaporate when the blazing Southern Colorado sun returned.  The creatures of the prairie take advantage of the sparse rainfall, mostly in reproductive pursuits, and little frogs lay thousands of eggs in every water hole – eggs which would quickly hatch.  We had one such waterhole in a ditch about a quarter of a mile down the dirt road from our place, and one day after a recent rain, she and I happened to walk by it and saw thousands of tiny tadpoles struggling in the muddy but still precious water.  By the time we saw them, the sun was already beating mercilessly on the rapidly drying terrain, and I casually mentioned to her that those little guys wouldn’t make it because the hole would dry up before they got grown.  Later that day and for the next several days I watched as she put a five-gallon bucket on her little wagon and filled it with water from the garden hose and a little biped mammal trudged down the road to pour it in the puddle so the diminutive baby amphibians could survive.  What a heart God put in that little angel!

Her mom got married to a fine young fellow and they eventually got a family started and moved away – tore a big chunk out of my old ticker to have to part with them.  These days she goes to college and plays the clarinet in the college wind orchestra.  She picked it up in high school and got really good at it.  For anyone who might get the impression that I’m bragging on my granddaughter, well ok I am, so I’ll add that in her senior year in the Lufkin high school she made first chair in the all-Texas State band.  I guess that means she was the best high school clarinet player in the whole state. 

Here in the Ozarks the dogwoods are about to open out their blooms, I expect in about three weeks.  Their buds are swelling, and the woods are going to come alive with rivers of snow-white flowers flowing brightly along all the roads.  Weather conditions in the spring vary with rainfall, late cold spells, and such, so some years the blooms are more extravagant than others.  Though they are always pretty, a couple of years ago we had a really spectacular bloom.  Up until then, I had never seen such a beautiful sight in the woods.  It’s just impossible to describe – there’s a touching emotional component to such a sight.  It really puts you in a mood to tell God how much you appreciate His grace for giving us things like that on this old earth.  Alyssa wasn’t here to see it, and pictures just don’t do it justice.  Maybe on some spring break down the road she’ll make it here to enjoy a dogwood bloom.  I get this mental image of her wearing her bulky work boots out in the woods, watching in silence and awe as a spring breeze gently caresses those boughs of snowy decadence.  That smile of hers would shine for sure!

I have to close here and get to some spring chores.  Though I love her and miss her, at my age I understand how life works, and with the wonderful company of two of my daughters, a few precious in-and-out grandkids, a great son-in-law, and my beloved dogs I’m not really lonely.  Alyssa has a boyfriend now and lots of things going on in her world.  She’ll (hopefully) finish college and get on with her life as an adult, maybe raise some kids of her own, and who knows?  I might still be around to enjoy them every now and then.  

But for now, there’s firewood to split and a garden to till – life in the Ozarks goes on.

MK