The Merriam Webster dictionary defines hatred thusly:
HATRED:
Etymology: Middle English, from Old English hete; akin to Old High German haz hate, Greek kēdos care
Date: before 12th century
1. Hate - intense hostility and aversion usually deriving from fear, anger, or sense of injury b : extreme dislike or antipathy : loathing - extreme disgust : detestation - extreme hatred or dislike : abhor(rance) - to regard with extreme repugnance
2. prejudiced hostility or animosity
Unfortunately, the word "hate" has become a daily use word that means anything from the dictionary definition to a child's dislike of Brussel sprouts.
The word hate is not a mild one. It is one that expresses a deep desire to have nothing to do with a person, an action, or a feeling. It expresses a desire to see someone or something go away never to return. It seeks a form of death to something or someone that we no longer desire to have contact with or from - it is a literal condemnation of life.
When we are told to love our fellow men, we mere mortals take that statement and twist it to suit our evil hearts.
We hear "love your fellow men who think like you and support your political leanings".
We hear "love your fellow men who enjoy the same activities and social organizations".
We hear "love your fellow men who can help you up the ladder of life's successes until you don't need them anymore".
We hear that we can pick and choose based on personal bias and decide who is "worthy" of the bestowal of our earthly favor and thus who, by default in the equation, is "worthy" of condemnation and extinction due to studied neglect or outright violence to their persons.
We don't hear anything that conflicts with our personal view of right and wrong at all. And that is the problem.
We are NOT sent to the earth to reshape and fashion it in our own image. We are sent here to learn to be like the Master and reshape and fashion ourselves in HIS image. Until that process is complete, we actually are guilty of hating our Creator and His Creation - namely, ourselves.
We don't hear the true admonition of the Savior at all. The Savior wants us to love Him and serve Him and our fellowman. The word hatred also has another meaning - to put an end to something as in, a hatred to sin. He wants us to hate (or put an end to) sin through His matchless and glorious Atonement, which was performed in our behalf. It can not only wipe away our sins, but remove the stains of hatred passed through generational lines and ignorance. His Atoning blood can clean us up and make us presentable to the Father.
Our world has an infantile behavior set that tells us 'you hurt me back to the 4th generation, so now I'm gonna hurt you up to your 4th generation of posterity in order to get payback for the wound inflicted on my ancestors.'
That is the Levitical Law in action. An eye for an eye creates BOTH physical and spiritual blindness no matter who the intended target is or what the justification.
Our desire to have hatred and revenge in our lives and by our choosing isn't making our world a safer or kinder place in which to live or raise our children. Instead, it is teaching that if someone hurt your 4th great grandfather, that everyone who looks remotely like the offender becomes, by proxy, the target of rage.
That isn't the higher law of the Savior. An eye for an eye leaves everyone blind both physically and spiritually due to wounds that are inflicted in place of the opportunity to repent and be forgiven. Our Savior would have us learn from both our mistakes and the mistakes of our forebearers. We don't have to create generational errors, we can choose to do something different no matter how those who came before chose to act.
In Jesus Christ, the Levitical and Mosaic laws of performances and ordinances were completed and He, the Paschal Lamb, became the literal blood sacrifice for the sins of the world... the sins AND the ignorance.
Through the Savior, we receive a great and powerful blessing. We can be free of our hatred for our self and others through Him. He WANTS to help us. He WANTS to bless us. He WANTS to lift us from our pitiful mortal circumstance into a glorious and brilliant future in His Kingdom. He wants us to be like Him!
Then, in the ultimate expression of hatred, we all-knowing mortals look our Savior in the eyes and tell him 'No thanks, I'm good - I don't need your help.'
But we aren't good. We are corrupt and filled with the worm of hatred that acts as a parasitic voice telling us who is worth loving and who deserves to be condemned to live outside the light of our love.
We come to the earth and immediately the divisions begin. Rich, poor, black, white, brown, male, female, Republican, Democrat, Independent, Chinese, Mexican, American, Mormon, Methodist or Jew.
By our labels ye shall know us...
We all bleed the same red blood. We all shed the same tears, although for a myriad of reasons having to do with the hatred we feel from others and for others and toward others. We all want to be loved for who we are.
But, in a twisted sort of logic, we all want to reserve the right to determine whom we will cast our love upon in a tacky game of keep-away that we were NEVER taught at our Savior's knee. Someone else stepped into the place of the Master Teacher and usurped the lesson plans.
The author of our problems is the same one who sought and still seeks the misery of all mankind. Satan doesn't want us to love each other because then he loses his influence. He doesn't want us to bury the hatchet because he can't enjoy the bloodbath if no one inflicts the strokes that draw the blood.
He is our enemy, but we willingly embrace him as our friend because he whispers and shouts that our hatred of one another is somehow justified. And if we aren't sure, he will provide the justification. We DESERVE to hate them because they are different.
We want to hate because that serpent's voice speaks to us telling us that we are 'so much better' than they are and we 'deserve' our blessings and the power they give us to choose whom we will love because they, conversely, 'deserve' their misery and unfortunate circumstance.
I don't want to hate anybody. I want to experience the kind of "look into their eyes and see who they really are" kind of love that Jesus Christ has for us all. He wants us. He loves us. And He shed his precious blood for every single one of us in an individual way because he knows us as individuals, warts and all.
We can't change the history of our painful collective and individual pasts. We cannot go back with a politically correct eraser and make it all better. Hurts happen. Slights occur. Terrible deeds have been done. We can't always fix it and money isn't the answer to all suffering. Life creates scars. We need to stop reopening the wounds because scars that have been reopened don't heal well.
Sometimes, we all need to be more willing to say 'let it go and let God', and we need to leave it with Him and trust in Him to take care of it in His own due time, not in our own. We need to stop classifying people according to the boxes we mortals have created and instead seek to know people by the heart created within them by God.
Can we stop being labels and start being more than the sum of our parts? Can we start loving each other in a Christlike way and acting like Children of God, which we really are?
Stop the hate. It's tiresome and it's an old song we've allowed to play for far too long.
July 15, 2010
July 6, 2010
Things that just make you say 'DUH!'
A friend of mine, Chuck, was telling me about packing for an emergency trip and how he realized when he was "done" that he hadn't included things like underwear, sox, shaving kit, medicines... silly little things that he might need. He then posed the question for the ages: "I then wondered, what the **** did I put in the bag?"
Having performed this particular bit of insanity myself, I understand the dilemma. It's a "DUH!" moment for sure.
I have quite a few of my own personal "DUH!" moments...
One day, I had been anxiously engaged in doing housework while trotting around with the portable phone to answer and attend to the various phone calls that fill my day. I remember putting away laundry stacks, sweeping up a dog hair 'tumblefur' the size of a small Nubian goat, and carrying the trash out. Stopping only for the sole purpose of making myself a cool drink while I chatted away with a friend, I finished my call and carried on with the chores.
Later, I heard a muffled ringing sound. Unsure of the source, I followed the sound. It was coming from the freezer.
Yes, happy campers. In my zeal to make myself some ice cold lemonade, I had completed my call and 'iced' the phone. There it sat on the shelf in the freezer ringing away. I never would have found where I put it had there been no other calls that day.
Then there are the times that I search in vain for my car keys. I know full well that I had them only moments before because I drove home in my car. Searching the house high and low, checking pockets and purses and counter tops from front to back of our home, including in jackets I haven't worn since Christmas, I am befuddled by the loss of my keys.
At the moment of deepest despair and prayer over my lost keyring, I go to see if perhaps I dropped them outside (although I never could have gotten into the house without them!). To my horror, I find them still in the lock in the doorknob inviting burglars and con men alike to just come on in and help themselves!
I've also left my purse and books on top of my car before. Whizzing out of the school parking lot, I realized what I had done just in time to see them fly off into the two lanes of northbound highway traffic. Have you ever tried to keep a semi from running over your term paper? They aren't amused and neither was I.
I promise I'm not stupid. Perhaps...
It does give me a feeling of slight relief to realize that I am not the only person on the planet who does inane things. But I am still left with the pang of realizing that I am deeply flawed.
I have likewise discovered that I have left the television remote in the refrigerator nestled up to the pitcher of juice.
My cell phone has been accidentally washed when I decided the pants I was wearing "might as well go in with this load of clothes".
I've searched the house room to room for my glasses only to find them either on top of my head or folded up with one arm of the glasses poked down the neck of my T-shirt where I had placed them to do a task that didn't require actual visual acuity.
My personal favorite "telling on myself" moment is when I left our portable phone in the mailbox. It would have been interesting if it had rung when the mailman dropped by for the regular mail delivery. I've always wondered what he would have done...
It may be the reason I'm not particularly annoyed when someones cell phone goes off in the middle of church or a concert. We all do stupid stuff.
Like the time I watched a lady at McDonald's carrying out an armload of food. She had locked her car, presumably so no one could sneak extra calories into it, and had to fumble for the keys. She precariously lifted and gently placed all of the food onto the roof of her car.
After some long moments, she triumphantly found her keys, opened the door, hopped in and started her engine, slammed the door and drove off faster than I could have imagined and long before I could manage to flag her down to tell her that her dinner was now decorating Highway 31.
I laughed until the tears were flowing down my cheeks. It was laughter of understanding and recognition of the plight. It was laughter of watching fried food take to flight. It was the kind of laughter we all can commiserate with because it was the laughter that we feel because "it was only funny because it didn't happen to me".
Why can't their be a "DUH!" warning light that flashes with a piercing klaxon that tells us AHEAD of the moment that we are about to do something really stupid? But then, I wouldn't have anything to write about if there were.
Consoling myself with the reality that this happens to other people, I remember the story of the woman who was packing up things for a charity clothing drive to be held by her church. She searched through closets and drawers to select a reasonable assortment of used but serviceable clothing to donate to the poor.
When the woman came from her church to collect the clothing, she dutifully handed off the two large bags into which she had placed her offering.
Later, as the trash truck approached her home, she raced to the door to rush her garbage out to the curb only to realize that the bags by the garage door were, in fact, not garbage - but rather, it was the clothing she had set aside for the charity clothing drive.
Horrors! In her haste, she had given two bags of stinky household refuse and garbage to the nice volunteer church lady who was collecting for the drive.
I imagine that it was pretty tense during choir practice later that week...
Having performed this particular bit of insanity myself, I understand the dilemma. It's a "DUH!" moment for sure.
I have quite a few of my own personal "DUH!" moments...
One day, I had been anxiously engaged in doing housework while trotting around with the portable phone to answer and attend to the various phone calls that fill my day. I remember putting away laundry stacks, sweeping up a dog hair 'tumblefur' the size of a small Nubian goat, and carrying the trash out. Stopping only for the sole purpose of making myself a cool drink while I chatted away with a friend, I finished my call and carried on with the chores.
Later, I heard a muffled ringing sound. Unsure of the source, I followed the sound. It was coming from the freezer.
Yes, happy campers. In my zeal to make myself some ice cold lemonade, I had completed my call and 'iced' the phone. There it sat on the shelf in the freezer ringing away. I never would have found where I put it had there been no other calls that day.
Then there are the times that I search in vain for my car keys. I know full well that I had them only moments before because I drove home in my car. Searching the house high and low, checking pockets and purses and counter tops from front to back of our home, including in jackets I haven't worn since Christmas, I am befuddled by the loss of my keys.
At the moment of deepest despair and prayer over my lost keyring, I go to see if perhaps I dropped them outside (although I never could have gotten into the house without them!). To my horror, I find them still in the lock in the doorknob inviting burglars and con men alike to just come on in and help themselves!
I've also left my purse and books on top of my car before. Whizzing out of the school parking lot, I realized what I had done just in time to see them fly off into the two lanes of northbound highway traffic. Have you ever tried to keep a semi from running over your term paper? They aren't amused and neither was I.
I promise I'm not stupid. Perhaps...
It does give me a feeling of slight relief to realize that I am not the only person on the planet who does inane things. But I am still left with the pang of realizing that I am deeply flawed.
I have likewise discovered that I have left the television remote in the refrigerator nestled up to the pitcher of juice.
My cell phone has been accidentally washed when I decided the pants I was wearing "might as well go in with this load of clothes".
I've searched the house room to room for my glasses only to find them either on top of my head or folded up with one arm of the glasses poked down the neck of my T-shirt where I had placed them to do a task that didn't require actual visual acuity.
My personal favorite "telling on myself" moment is when I left our portable phone in the mailbox. It would have been interesting if it had rung when the mailman dropped by for the regular mail delivery. I've always wondered what he would have done...
It may be the reason I'm not particularly annoyed when someones cell phone goes off in the middle of church or a concert. We all do stupid stuff.
Like the time I watched a lady at McDonald's carrying out an armload of food. She had locked her car, presumably so no one could sneak extra calories into it, and had to fumble for the keys. She precariously lifted and gently placed all of the food onto the roof of her car.
After some long moments, she triumphantly found her keys, opened the door, hopped in and started her engine, slammed the door and drove off faster than I could have imagined and long before I could manage to flag her down to tell her that her dinner was now decorating Highway 31.
I laughed until the tears were flowing down my cheeks. It was laughter of understanding and recognition of the plight. It was laughter of watching fried food take to flight. It was the kind of laughter we all can commiserate with because it was the laughter that we feel because "it was only funny because it didn't happen to me".
Why can't their be a "DUH!" warning light that flashes with a piercing klaxon that tells us AHEAD of the moment that we are about to do something really stupid? But then, I wouldn't have anything to write about if there were.
Consoling myself with the reality that this happens to other people, I remember the story of the woman who was packing up things for a charity clothing drive to be held by her church. She searched through closets and drawers to select a reasonable assortment of used but serviceable clothing to donate to the poor.
When the woman came from her church to collect the clothing, she dutifully handed off the two large bags into which she had placed her offering.
Later, as the trash truck approached her home, she raced to the door to rush her garbage out to the curb only to realize that the bags by the garage door were, in fact, not garbage - but rather, it was the clothing she had set aside for the charity clothing drive.
Horrors! In her haste, she had given two bags of stinky household refuse and garbage to the nice volunteer church lady who was collecting for the drive.
I imagine that it was pretty tense during choir practice later that week...
June 30, 2010
Nothing in particular
A few moments of odd thoughts for the day on nothing in particular...
One:
Every wife should stock her freezer with prepackaged meals ready to heat and serve to make sure her hubby has exactly what he'd like for dinner.
There are a few main dishes to remember and then everyone is happy. They are as follows
(1) Anything
(2) I'm Not Picky
(3) Whatever
(4) Food
(5) Not what we had last night.
So long as a woman has these staples in her freezer, life should be stress free. Should the occasion arise that none of this is appropriate, I suggest she whack dear hubby over the head with the frozen entree and take herself out to her favorite 5-star restaurant for a relaxing dinner with a good book she's been putting off reading for a while...
Two:
Perhaps this may have happened to you... once in a while around here, there is an item that comes out of the dryer looking like it has survived an attack of wolverines. What went in whole (ostensibly) comes out looking much the worse for wear. Shredded towels, ravelled seams and elastic on socks and undies, bra straps that appear to have been stretched beyond reasonable comprehension...
No clue why. Perhaps it is a form of laundry suicide. They just can't take the spin cycle anymore.
Three:
Doggie dining. We have a nice duet of dog dishes that are available to serve the wet pouch and dry crunch food for our resident canine home entertainment package. The added water bowl is a cast off Tupperware bowl that long ago lost it's lid and functions perfectly well for keeping our frisky canine hydrated.
We eat in the living room while watching TV. I make no apologies, that is just who we are. We haven't had a dining room table for about 10 years. We have a bar. Not the kind with booze, but the kind where people can sit to eat if they are willing to move furniture to get to it. The bar does, however, serve to provide a place for food prep and a really nice buffet line.
Since Gypsy has seen us carry plates in to eat while watching our movies or sports programs, she has also learned to bring her food in a mouthful at a time so that she doesn't miss any of the program either. She will dump a mouthful of crunchy food onto the floor and sit down to watch TV while she eats a few bites at a time. When her 'tray' is clean, she trots back into the kitchen for a refill sometimes even waiting for a commercial break to do so. I'm sure that people who do not know how brilliant our dog is would argue with me about this habit and claim that she wasn't well trained. I disagree. How many animals do you know who understand about commercial breaks?
Four:
Loud cars going up and down our street seem to be gaining in both volume and sheer numbers lately. We have had trucks laden with brick and mortar supplies that barrel down our street which has plainly posted signage for both the 30 mph speed limit and the notation that this is a bike route for those so inclined to pedal along.
I am sure that the trucks I have seen of late are going no less than 60. The reason I am sure is because they are going so fast, they are a literal blur. This is a residential area where a dog, a cat or even a child could wander out onto the road with no warning. It doesn't appear these delivery trucks can manage a seconds hesitation about that thought.
Five:
Closing out the post for today, I have wondered about newspapers and their remaining life-span. Will we get to a time in which the newspaper becomes a relic in time that has served it's purpose then faded away?
With the Internet taking a bigger and bigger share of what is considered to be news and posting it within seconds, they are removing the reason papers even go to print.
Will there be a complete loss of newspapers? If so, can we get rid of all the tabloids first?
Time to fold some laundry.
One:
Every wife should stock her freezer with prepackaged meals ready to heat and serve to make sure her hubby has exactly what he'd like for dinner.
There are a few main dishes to remember and then everyone is happy. They are as follows
(1) Anything
(2) I'm Not Picky
(3) Whatever
(4) Food
(5) Not what we had last night.
So long as a woman has these staples in her freezer, life should be stress free. Should the occasion arise that none of this is appropriate, I suggest she whack dear hubby over the head with the frozen entree and take herself out to her favorite 5-star restaurant for a relaxing dinner with a good book she's been putting off reading for a while...
Two:
Perhaps this may have happened to you... once in a while around here, there is an item that comes out of the dryer looking like it has survived an attack of wolverines. What went in whole (ostensibly) comes out looking much the worse for wear. Shredded towels, ravelled seams and elastic on socks and undies, bra straps that appear to have been stretched beyond reasonable comprehension...
No clue why. Perhaps it is a form of laundry suicide. They just can't take the spin cycle anymore.
Three:
Doggie dining. We have a nice duet of dog dishes that are available to serve the wet pouch and dry crunch food for our resident canine home entertainment package. The added water bowl is a cast off Tupperware bowl that long ago lost it's lid and functions perfectly well for keeping our frisky canine hydrated.
We eat in the living room while watching TV. I make no apologies, that is just who we are. We haven't had a dining room table for about 10 years. We have a bar. Not the kind with booze, but the kind where people can sit to eat if they are willing to move furniture to get to it. The bar does, however, serve to provide a place for food prep and a really nice buffet line.
Since Gypsy has seen us carry plates in to eat while watching our movies or sports programs, she has also learned to bring her food in a mouthful at a time so that she doesn't miss any of the program either. She will dump a mouthful of crunchy food onto the floor and sit down to watch TV while she eats a few bites at a time. When her 'tray' is clean, she trots back into the kitchen for a refill sometimes even waiting for a commercial break to do so. I'm sure that people who do not know how brilliant our dog is would argue with me about this habit and claim that she wasn't well trained. I disagree. How many animals do you know who understand about commercial breaks?
Four:
Loud cars going up and down our street seem to be gaining in both volume and sheer numbers lately. We have had trucks laden with brick and mortar supplies that barrel down our street which has plainly posted signage for both the 30 mph speed limit and the notation that this is a bike route for those so inclined to pedal along.
I am sure that the trucks I have seen of late are going no less than 60. The reason I am sure is because they are going so fast, they are a literal blur. This is a residential area where a dog, a cat or even a child could wander out onto the road with no warning. It doesn't appear these delivery trucks can manage a seconds hesitation about that thought.
Five:
Closing out the post for today, I have wondered about newspapers and their remaining life-span. Will we get to a time in which the newspaper becomes a relic in time that has served it's purpose then faded away?
With the Internet taking a bigger and bigger share of what is considered to be news and posting it within seconds, they are removing the reason papers even go to print.
Will there be a complete loss of newspapers? If so, can we get rid of all the tabloids first?
Time to fold some laundry.
June 26, 2010
Immigration or Invasion?
With note, I read the various articles about those who are entering our country illegally. The articles are both pro and con, as I try to be fair minded in my pursuit of truth. But for the life of me, I am unable to see where the rule of law has become unimportant.
I cannot see with clarity the reason that our national policy of "look the other way" has continued for so very long when there are solutions that could be implemented which would not only be fair to those who come here to work, but harsh on criminals intent upon breaking the law, violating the trust of others and who seek only to do harm.
Governor Jan Brewer and all those in the border states who are struggling with the aftermath of this revolting 'look the other way' policy on the invaders who are illegally entering our nation has penned a cogent, precise and accurate letter portraying the issues. It was a follow-up to her meeting with Obama.
For him, it was a 'shut her up' meeting. Since there has been sufficient time passed for him to have issued an executive order to provide U.S. Troops to man the border but has FAILED to do ANYTHING, it is obvious that he wanted to simply bring her into his office and enjoy positive press for seeming to be actively engaged in a problem.
Obama isn't engaged. His motor isn't even turned on. He isn't listening, because it is politically inconvenient to his agenda. Talk about your inconvenient truth!
I have friends and family in NM, AZ and CA. They tell me that local attitudes range from accepting what they are powerless to change, to outright anger that the Federal tax dollars for border security are spent on a 'wave at them as they come on in' approach. When our agents dare do something such as actually engaging the invaders with gunfire, they are met with open hostility in our government and treated worse than common criminals for daring to stem the tide of the invasion.
Obama will never do anything to curb the flood because it is to his advantage and the advantage of his administration's agenda for the change he promised to bring America. He desires chaos so that no one will pay attention to 'the man behind the curtain' in his petty kingdom of Oz. When the people clamor for assistance, they will be rebuffed because he knows full well that the illegal invaders will vote Democrat and thus bolster his party since they are indeed the party of 'share the wealth'.
What no one is really talking about, other than Governor Brewer, is the true elephant in the room. The drain on our economy and the porosity of our borders tells the world that the rule of law in our nation is more about money and power and less and less about right and wrong.
It's well past time to use the trite and inaccurate phrase 'illegal immigration' and time to start being tellers of the truth. Though these people may indeed by disenfranchised, downtrodden and pitiful, let's call them what they really are --- they are INVADERS. They are LAWBREAKERS by deliberate and repeated choice.
There is not one single fiber of my being that believes I can waltz across any other nation's border without paperwork and be treated as a guest entitled to special privilege. They would provide NO support or assistance to me. I would be treated as a criminal.
Come to think of it, I can think of a few places in this nation where I would be treated the same way. I can promise you that if I went to DC and tried to run through the security at the White House, I would be shot down like a dog. Even if I was telling them that I was only there seeking a better life, I would be arrested at the very least. Should I put up any protest, I would be made to 'disappear'. I would not be considered an 'illegal immigrant' due some sort of respect, assistance and freebies passed out on someone else's dime, but an invader. I would be treated as an invader.
But upon consideration, perhaps that is exactly what we should do… en masse create an illegal immigration movement to take over property on the White House lawn... and then demand to be accommodated. Erect tents, dispense trash, light fires, sell drugs and do it all
while claiming that our rights have been violated and that we deserve to be treated better. Shout that "we deserve to be let into the Nation's home because it's far nicer than what we have waiting for us wherever we have come from... it's our RIGHT".
Isn't it?
I've always wanted to sleep in the Lincoln Bedroom. I have a right to it since it is certain to be a nicer room than I have at home. I'm sure the view is better. They also have room service in the White House.
I promise to steal towels, light a fire on the carpet, carve my name on the furniture and possibly assault a butler all while I demand that you pay for my medical bills, feed me, buy me clothes and take care of my every whim on someone else's dime. I demand that you redistribute the wealth... to me.
We need to demand a stop to allowing our president and his cabinet to keep making up these romantic illusions regarding our border policy and insist that they take action NOW to secure our nations' interests. Violation of the law is still a violation.
Our national leaders are sworn to protect us against all invaders, foreign or domestic. Isn't it time they were forcibly reminded of that oath and actually held accountable for refusing to protect our nation?
I cannot see with clarity the reason that our national policy of "look the other way" has continued for so very long when there are solutions that could be implemented which would not only be fair to those who come here to work, but harsh on criminals intent upon breaking the law, violating the trust of others and who seek only to do harm.
Governor Jan Brewer and all those in the border states who are struggling with the aftermath of this revolting 'look the other way' policy on the invaders who are illegally entering our nation has penned a cogent, precise and accurate letter portraying the issues. It was a follow-up to her meeting with Obama.
For him, it was a 'shut her up' meeting. Since there has been sufficient time passed for him to have issued an executive order to provide U.S. Troops to man the border but has FAILED to do ANYTHING, it is obvious that he wanted to simply bring her into his office and enjoy positive press for seeming to be actively engaged in a problem.
Obama isn't engaged. His motor isn't even turned on. He isn't listening, because it is politically inconvenient to his agenda. Talk about your inconvenient truth!
I have friends and family in NM, AZ and CA. They tell me that local attitudes range from accepting what they are powerless to change, to outright anger that the Federal tax dollars for border security are spent on a 'wave at them as they come on in' approach. When our agents dare do something such as actually engaging the invaders with gunfire, they are met with open hostility in our government and treated worse than common criminals for daring to stem the tide of the invasion.
Obama will never do anything to curb the flood because it is to his advantage and the advantage of his administration's agenda for the change he promised to bring America. He desires chaos so that no one will pay attention to 'the man behind the curtain' in his petty kingdom of Oz. When the people clamor for assistance, they will be rebuffed because he knows full well that the illegal invaders will vote Democrat and thus bolster his party since they are indeed the party of 'share the wealth'.
What no one is really talking about, other than Governor Brewer, is the true elephant in the room. The drain on our economy and the porosity of our borders tells the world that the rule of law in our nation is more about money and power and less and less about right and wrong.
It's well past time to use the trite and inaccurate phrase 'illegal immigration' and time to start being tellers of the truth. Though these people may indeed by disenfranchised, downtrodden and pitiful, let's call them what they really are --- they are INVADERS. They are LAWBREAKERS by deliberate and repeated choice.
There is not one single fiber of my being that believes I can waltz across any other nation's border without paperwork and be treated as a guest entitled to special privilege. They would provide NO support or assistance to me. I would be treated as a criminal.
Come to think of it, I can think of a few places in this nation where I would be treated the same way. I can promise you that if I went to DC and tried to run through the security at the White House, I would be shot down like a dog. Even if I was telling them that I was only there seeking a better life, I would be arrested at the very least. Should I put up any protest, I would be made to 'disappear'. I would not be considered an 'illegal immigrant' due some sort of respect, assistance and freebies passed out on someone else's dime, but an invader. I would be treated as an invader.
But upon consideration, perhaps that is exactly what we should do… en masse create an illegal immigration movement to take over property on the White House lawn... and then demand to be accommodated. Erect tents, dispense trash, light fires, sell drugs and do it all
while claiming that our rights have been violated and that we deserve to be treated better. Shout that "we deserve to be let into the Nation's home because it's far nicer than what we have waiting for us wherever we have come from... it's our RIGHT".
Isn't it?
I've always wanted to sleep in the Lincoln Bedroom. I have a right to it since it is certain to be a nicer room than I have at home. I'm sure the view is better. They also have room service in the White House.
I promise to steal towels, light a fire on the carpet, carve my name on the furniture and possibly assault a butler all while I demand that you pay for my medical bills, feed me, buy me clothes and take care of my every whim on someone else's dime. I demand that you redistribute the wealth... to me.
We need to demand a stop to allowing our president and his cabinet to keep making up these romantic illusions regarding our border policy and insist that they take action NOW to secure our nations' interests. Violation of the law is still a violation.
Our national leaders are sworn to protect us against all invaders, foreign or domestic. Isn't it time they were forcibly reminded of that oath and actually held accountable for refusing to protect our nation?
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