Online at the New York Times is an opinion piece written by Charles Blow. It is basically a puff piece disguised as a criticism of Obama’s inability to talk low enough for the “plain folks” to understand. When dissected, the article is rather offensive toward the American people.

For instance, in closing, and speaking of Obama, Charles writes:

The next time he gives a speech, someone should tap him on the ankle and say, “Mr. President, we’re down here.”

Charles complains that “plain folk” Americans are just too stupid to understand the great and awesome goodness that The One is offering to us. Therefore, we should “tap him on the ankle.” Disgusting.

It looks like my comment submitted to the NYT is just too “abusive” for them to post. Maybe it is the “Omamunism” comment. After all, who am I to have a voice in Obama’s Kingdom.

Here is my submitted post:

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Charles, certainly many readers will swoon over your “gallant” attempt at sophistry in the service of a false messiah. Fortunately, now a majority of real Americans will see through the obfuscation.

The State of The Union address did not demonstrate that Obama is “stuck on studious.” Instead, his words (and his arrogant manner) demonstrated that he is “stuck on” his agenda of installing servitude to the state as the main feature of American citizenship. In fact, if he actually did a better job of explaining his true agenda, many more “plain folks” would turn against him, as indeed they should. The American people are not “suspicious of complexity.” Actually, they are becoming resistant to enslavement. Besides, many of the greatest and truly profound ideas of humanity are quite simple.

The health care bill was conceived in such a convoluted fashion exactly for the purpose of hiding its attempt at “overreach,” or perhaps more accurately stated; it was purposefully written in order to hide its fundamental tyranny. The “Republicans” did not attack by “shrouding the bill in a fog of confusion.” The Republican Party had very little to do with the recent defense of liberty. It was the real American people who exposed the bill for what it is. High-speed analysis was conducted by every-day citizens. Then the results of that analysis were quickly communicated across the nation by other every-day people. Yes, this was all accomplished by those plain, non-elites who inhabit fly-over country. It is now seen that they are indeed the most qualified to determine their own destiny. Slavers be damned.

We do not fret over a “political impasse in Washington” when the argument is merely a battle over which form of collective management will be imposed upon those who the elites view as a herd of simpleton humans. Without using the words, most of Washington is engaged in imposing Socialism, Communism, Fascism, or Obamunism upon the American people. The decent, responsible, self-reliant, middle of America has now caught on to the Washington game.

Finally, let us remember that it is actually the community of the Left that routinely reduces political discourse to a series of sound bites and catchy slogans, not to mention deceptive names for their most radical organizations.  However, perhaps we can work toward agreement that some of the most enduring and profound principles of humanity can actually be stated in far fewer than 140 characters. For instance: “You shall not steal.” Wow! Twenty characters, including the spaces and the period. A short, yet widely accepted principle that should disabuse us of any ideas of collectivist social order.

There is no Liberty in Liberalism.

Below is the text of an email I received last night from a Liberty acquaintance. Written by another, this nearly expresses my view precisely.

Imagine yourself in a frontier setting with few possessions, little wealth, and great obstacles before you. Take stock of what is most important. Recharge your spirit in the joy and miracles of those things; God’s Grace; Children; Wives and Husbands; Moms and Dads and extended families; Genuine Friends; A Clear Mind; Wonderful Music; and your next breath that will allow you to persevere for another moment.

Think of those who today live in various degrees of bondage, places on this earth where humanity has perhaps never known the kinds of freedom and liberty that we take for granted. Consider that for them to have hope of freedom, for them to have a hope of individual liberty and an opportunity to walk in truth, we must lead the way.

Recharge your spirit and prepare to recognize and join the forever struggle of this world, the struggle to make things as right as we can, give compassion to the hurting, fight the evil ones, and prosper perhaps not in wealth, but in truth.

Merry Christmas!

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Friends !

Alas, peace has arrived at [our] abode.  The tree has been cut, the house has been decorated. Presents have been bought and wrapped, the house smells of fresh baked cookies and sweet citrus fruits of the season.  The house is amiss with the laughter and excitement of kids who although older still cherish the comfort and safety of family, and the anticipation of Christmas morn. Greetings and cheers are spread far and generously as we remember friends, family and business associates who meant so much through the year.  Even [our town] is alive with excitement as Santa Claus goes by in his fire truck drawn sleigh and carolers are singing outside the door, just neighborhood folk spreading good cheer.

Tonight we go to Mass, and we celebrate the birth of Christ and the salvation of mankind.  We thank God for all that we have and all that we are.

Alas tomorrow is Christmas. I want to wish all of you a very Blessed and Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.  Rest up, take time to appreciate family and friends for when it’s all said and done that all that is really important and all we can count on.

Although there is peace in the air, an ill wind blows about us.  All is not well in our country.  Once the season is over, and we are fully rejuvenated we prepare for battle. We will take back what has been stolen from us, we will win this country back, street by street, town by town, county by county and state by state. And we will not stop until we have retained what is rightfully ours.

All, enjoy the holidays and watch for my calling, and that of others who are taking up the fight in the days to come.  The take back is about to begin.

<Signed>

Many college kids are home this weekend, beginning a full week out of classes in order to celebrate the most American of all holidays. My two arrived home last night.

At mid-day, one son was on his way back from the airport after picking up a former neighborhood buddy from ten years ago when we lived in another state. The buddy is coming to our area to join cousins for Thanksgiving and a reunion of sorts among childhood friends, my two sons.

These three boys were “best friends” during their wonder years. They built forts in the woods, formed and were the leaders of neighborhood clubs, and conducted “training” and “drills” in defense of their community against unknown and unseen enemies. This is how they played. This is what boys do.

At mid-day, the other son was with me at home when I determined the most important use of my precious time for the remainder of the day was to answer the call to stand up for freedom. The note had passed through facebook, “Capitol, east side, 1 p.m.”

The boys are big now. All “off to college” and off to some of the freedoms of living away from parents, and moving to what they initially think is liberation from the old-fashioned values of their parents. However, they have been paying attention. Now they have seen a tiny bit of the real world and perhaps some of the heartache and self-destruction of others that result from abandoning the tried and true. Now we learn that perhaps we have been successful in building them into men of true character, who will also answer the call to do the right thing in defending the ideas of the nation that they call “home.”

I call the son on his way back from the airport. They have stopped for lunch. I ask if they would be interested in going to the Capitol to protest the impending Senate action to enact the government take-over of healthcare. They say yes.

» Read more: One Day in The Battle for Liberty

Going Rogue was waiting on the doorstep when I arrived home this evening. I don’t think I will have time to actually read it anytime soon, however. But, that’s O.K., because I pretty much already know what it contains. I mean this in a complimentary way – unlike her zealot detractors who hate her for her sincere, and committed decency. My delay in reading will be due to competition for my time among things I must be doing to assist in the reclaiming of America from an approaching oblivion of intentional national destruction.

Sarah inspires because she not only touches the essence of America, but she is part of that essence. Those traditional, folksy, timeless features that include hard work, fair play, helping out your neighbor, and a firm recognition of a source of morality that exists outside of man. Within the history, and real culture of America, she is everybody’s nicest girl. Another reason she is despised, by some, is because she is nice.

Quickly leafing through the book, something quite interesting caught my attention, something that displays that she is one of us, in a genuine and unashamed way. Going Rogue has several pages of photographs, as one might expect in this type of book. However, these photos are different from what one would find in the book of a “politician.” Most of these photos are family snap-shots, just like the ones you and I have, stacked up in boxes in the back of a closet, appreciating in value, over time, to a value that cannot be assessed. These are the images of family, home, adventure, children, school friends, and genuine, normal people making lives for themselves, in every way that they can. They are photographs of normal days, graduations, camp-outs and holidays. Some are out of focus, the color off a little bit, and someone’s back is to the camera, but these “flaws” only add to the genuine character of normal.

My favorite picture: Little Sarah, wearing a cloth diaper as a scarf! Why my favorite? This photograph captures the ability of the American spirit to endure, to challenge the assumptions, to make something out of nothing, to be proud of small victories, and to be shameless about our convictions toward decency while at the same time being loving toward those who we might, for a moment errantly, think are below us.

Sarah is human, and she undoubtedly has flaws, as we all do. Though I think we would even trade some of the “perfections” of other women of household recognition, for some of the “flaws” of Sarah.

Thank you Sarah, for rising to the challenge of this day.

Part 2 in a series on commerce, the engine that literally feeds us, and a topic area where many Americans are stuck on stupid. (Part 1)

A Cheap and Cheesy Pic for a Thrifty Blog

Robert and Anne, proprietors of the R&A Potato Ranch, a growing private enterprise, took a wagonload of potatoes to the market. Wanting to diversify their diet beyond the exquisite Pomme de Terre (“Apple of the Earth” – French for “Potato”), they traded 20 pounds of potatoes for one pound of goat cheese, a product of the J&H Goat Ranch. As we learned in Part 1, through that transaction both parties benefited by acquiring a product that was of higher value to the purchaser than was the product that they transferred in payment to the seller. As a result of the transaction where the value of each item was increased, overall wealth within this society was increased.

Back at the ranch, Robert and Anne have been working on a home remodeling project. They are building an addition to their home, a second room! They have collected many of the required materials from the bountiful land of their ranch, however they have determined that it may be more efficient for them to trade for some of the building materials, particularly the nails.

At the market, Robert and Anne inquire with several blacksmiths (the industry that transforms raw metal into useful things). They find that there are several blacksmiths to choose from, and most of them offer adequate quantities and qualities of nails for the home expansion project. However, Robert and Anne discover that other producers of potatoes have already traded potatoes for metal goods from each of the blacksmith shops.

» Read more: Potatoes for Cheese, Cheese for Nails - Part 2 in a series