The Cry of the Rocks

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Waving palms and singing songs, the crowd cheered the arrival of their Messiah riding a donkey. A week later that same mob cheered his trial and crucifixion. The rocks held their peace.

A cutesy bumper sticker (back when cars had bumpers) needlessly proclaimed: God plus one equals a majority. As if God needed either.

But a selfie-nation, obsessed with opinion polls, confuses popularity with morality. And statues that bothered no one for a hundred years, this same mob now finds offensive because… well, everyone else thinks so, too.

Funny how the groupthink group doesn’t quite know what to think until it knows what the rest of the groupthink group thinks.

Mr. Smith Goes to the Circus

Democracy may be a lot like running a circus from the monkey cage, but (to ad-lib HL Mencken) at least monkeys don’t snap selfies while toppling statues of PT Barnum.

The Founders feared a three-ring democracy as much as the circus of a monarchy.  So, they crafted a system of governance that was never meant to be either. The Constitution was designed to protect the minority from the majority.  And not just with a Bill of Rights, which came later.

Sure… they established the House to be a very democratic institution (sort of). The people’s voice must still be filtered through their representatives. But the Senate never was. And despite some ill-advised 17th Amendment tinkering, it is never still.

The quite undemocratic Senate was designed to represent the states directly, more so than not, and the people of those states indirectly, or not at all. So insistent of this were the Framers that they cemented this set-up in Article V: The constitution of the Senate cannot be altered even by Constitutional amendment.

Every Vote does not Count

The entire purpose of much-maligned and misunderstood Electoral College was to protect the people from whichever way the wind blows. And in spite of being a bit clunky, it has done just that.

…mostly.  The Presidency cannot be gamed by cobbling together classes of voters but States of voters.  With smaller states given a greater voice (proportionately, mind you) than larger states, while protecting the rest of us from a concentration of the self-absorbed on the seaboards.

Rocking the Vote

What is democracy? but the selfish voting to protect themselves from everyone else who are voting to protect themselves from everyone else. Okay… a representative’s vote may also be his own, but it’s cast for the benefit of those who cannot.

Every opinion is not valid. Every voice does not need to be heard. And more monkeys than less does nothing to enrich the circus. It’s just more poop in the sawdust.

When asked what form of government the people were given, Benjamin Franklin answered: “A Republic, if you can keep it from those silly snowflakes.”

The majority assumes an air of morality because they are the majority. But they’re rarely ever right. And that’s aw’right by them, so long as everyone else understands that it’s “winner takes all”. Only chumps would allow right an’ wrong to be decided by a carnival of chimps, rather than a Higher Authority.

Jefferson’s Declaration notably affirmed truth to be self-evident. Truth can be ignored but cannot be made untrue. Truth just is, even if held by just one. One plus God.

And should the whole world hold its peace, the rocks would cry out.


Sonrise
The aroma of freshly-brewed arabica beans and a sizzling cast iron skillet beckons. Coffee, dark. Sweeten to taste.

Let’s Eat Grandma
Hold up on that blue haired buffet, we need a quick powwow with the shoot eating panda.

R is for Redskins

Not for rose. But what’s in a name?

A shadow vaults a fortress wall then steals silently through a forbidden grove to the castle of his enemy. On a moonlit balcony unaware, a fair maiden appears. She speaks:

“O Melvin, Melvin, wherefore art thou Melvin?”  Melvin & Juliet – Scene 2 Act 2

Of course, Shakespearean purists will be quick to critique: Juliet wasn’t asking where Melvin was but why he was.

Melvin.

…which he wasn’t.

To thine own self be true but his one true love hated his name though not him, or so she claimed. So, was it any wonder that her romantic misplay “Refuse thy name!” ended in tragedy.

What’s in a name? Would an overall’d farm lad straw hat and cap gun, sneak into a Saturday matinee double-play featuring Marion Morrison in Soggy Oatmeal followed by Not Jane Russell and the Rather Harmless Man?

That’ll be the day, pilgrim.

If a rose were an elephant, would you really want a dozen? What if they were Redskins? or what if Moses supposes his toes were roses… ♬

Opinions ain’t a Hollywwood musical. In a free society, All the world’s a stage and offending someone is inevitable, maybe necessary. The First Amendment not only protects free speech but guarantees unpopular speech, which begs the question…

Amendment XXVIII: What Right doth Thou have to be Offended?

Constitutional arsonists defiantly deny the downright declarations inked in the Bill of Rights, insisting on silly stuff like… you can’t yell “Fire!” in a crowded theater. But what if there is a fire in the theater? or worse, what if there are…

“Redskins!”

Or what if you just need some devious diversion to rescue other hapless husbands from an evening worse than shakesperean death (…which might be preferable once they’re all discovered down at Mel’s Grill & Ale with a wench in one hand and a pint in the other.)

But with a charred wonderbra in one hand and a nutcracker in the other, society’s Juliets set out to cancel everything that offends them – everything that is not them:

Columbus day
Chik-Fil-A
The Dukes of Hazzard

And without the consent of the fans of Major League Baseball, the Cleveland (no longer the…) Injuns now suit up as dreaded Guardians – door-t’door insurance salesmen striking fear in the hearts of harried housewives everywhere.

What a bunch of pussies we’ve become.

But blinded by their own contempt, the unhinged pink pussyhat brigade failed to also censor the home of the franchise formerly known as the Redskins (a name which is actually older than the team itself) which honors the original white male himself – the one and only redskin-fighting Father of our Nation.

Guess now they’ll hafta move.

The Cowboys will be next – soon to be rebranded as The Beta Male Livestock Managers, followed by the Tampa Bay Semi-Aquatic Wealth Redistributors.

Approved rules package for the new NFL season:

• No tackling without permission
• Quarterbacks will be uniformed in pastel pleated mini-skirts
• Half of winning score differentials credited to each losing un-winning team

…resulting in – you guessed it (and fractions).

The woke League ought to grow a pair and recoin all their teams according to the fantasy protocols found in backroom bars and poolhalls. Something like…

Flaming Rat Breath Snot Nosed Puss Picking Belly-Button Lint Lickers.

…or the new Jets. (Oh, c’mon – this is football: Wear a helmet!)

If changing your name doesn’t change your identity but you change your identity anyway, maybe you should just go ahead and change your name: The National Hm-hmm League – yet another Shakesperean tragedy.

Yeah… the truth hurts.
The truth nobody wants to hear is hate.

But names don’t hate. Hate is not a logo, a monument, or a flag painted on an orange car. Hate is heart issue – yours. You are what you see in others. And when everything you see is hate, hate is everything you see.

So there can be no Redskins, no Dilbert, no Blazing Saddles – not until the closed fist is replaced by an open heart…

The Golden Rule
a few Beatitudes
and Love thy Neighbor

The ground is level at the foot of the cross.

Juliet may have been right about one thing: The Redskins by any other name will still be smelly.


X is for Christmas
If your neighbors accused you of being a Jesus freak, would there be enough evidence in your seasonal display to convict?

Dear Diary
Day 1: Hello, I must be going! I cannot stay, I came to say, I must be going… ♬