How “Do” You Catch Wild Pigs?
I have done little blogging since the past election. Disgust and burnout had much to do with my silence. Frustration and personal tragedy were also contributing factors.
With regard to my personal tragedy, on February 19, 2010, I lost my younger sister to brain cancer after a six month battle. Paralyzed on her dominate side, she gradually lost all functions on her left side and lost her ability to speak more than one or two words at a given time. She never lost her cognitive ability, her ability to understand or be aware of everything being said to her, her ability to see and hear everything around her. Through it all, she “never” once complained about the cancer, her pain, her mind being trapped in her body, her impending death! She refused to ask for pain meds though she got to a point where she did not refuse them when offered at the very end! The staff loved her and all were amazed at her stoicism and strength, her morale, her ready smile for others! She seemed to be more concerned with our pain over her impending death and not imposing on the staff despite all our efforts to let her know we were all there for her.
Unknown to the family, she took many steps during her illness to make the handling of her personal affairs less of a burden to us all. As much as possible, she made her burial preparations at the cemetary, chose her own headstone. She died with the grace and dignity exhibited throughout her life, doing for others, asking for little for herself! Her love for all of us was, as always, evident in all she did and said. The grace, class, and dignity with which she lived and died are qualities seldom seen. I love you Jean. Your passing has left a huge hole in my heart and soul!
My disgust and frustration had to do with the politics and apathy I see in “our country” every day as “progressives” take our nation closer and closer to a “socialist nation” with “Communism” or “Marxism” slated as the ultimate goal for “their” America and Americans sit back and allow politicians to continue to ignore the “Constitution” and the “will of the people!” I found that no matter how much I wrote about these issues few people ever seemed to care except the leftist who constantly tried to undermine my efforts. No matter how many sources I found to support my observations, my suspicions, few seemed interested. At times I noticed there was a tendency on people’s part to be mildly amused at my “ramblings” or paranoid” rantings. I became so absorbed with exposing what I saw as a great threat to our Constitution and the welfare of our nation, I felt myself drawn away more and more from my original goal on this blog, supporting our troops and honoring the memory of my nephew, Michael, and all our lost men and women who died defending our great nation! I just felt burned out!
Then Jean got sick and died. As I watched more and more of her slip away every day, I thought about how it felt to watch death slowly move into my life, my family’s life , again. I thought about all the memories of times past when we were kids growing up, both good and bad. I thought about the different paths both our lives had taken, the differences, the similarities, all the missed opportunities, all the usual thoughts and feelings we all experience when a loved one is being taken from our lives! I begged God to take me. not her. I got angry at His failure to listen or hear my cry. I hated Him for the helplessness I felt.
Then one day I began to look more closely at my sister Jean’s dignified slide into death. It dawned on me that she may have learned a lesson I often ignore. While she fought to the very end, she also knew how to pick and choose her battles. She knew when to go on to the next step. But, she also knew how to fight the good fight irregardless of the fore knowledge of the futility of her efforts. You see, it isn’t result of the battle that should drive us. Rather, it is that we fight the fight the best way we can. That is all any of us can do in the end. Hopefully, someone else will pick up the “torch” and carry it best they can until they can no longer carry the torch and another will fall in line and pick up the “torch” which they pass on! Carrying the “torch” is a process . I or another person may not reach the mountain top; but, someone else will! Each of us who carry that “torch” is but a footstep out of many on the road to the top of the mountain be it the road of life or the road to freedom. Every step counts. None is insignificant!
The cancer that ravaged my sister’s brain and ultimately killed her was deadly and the most prolific of brain cancers! The cancer that is spreading across our nation and through the halls of Congress, though not as immediately deadly, is just as prolific. It is insidious. It permeates our local, state, and federal government. It permeates our schools, our civic organizations, and every other aspect of our lives. The sad truth of the matter is that the majority of Americans “do not” subscribe to this ideology. What this majority does subscribe to is “apathy!” America will never allow this to happen! Right!!??
If Americans do not wake up, we will soon be well on our way to a Communist or Maoist nation that will fulfill the “progressive (Communist) dream” of establishing a new “Russia” to replace the old state which failed because it must have been “flawed!”
I have repeatedly spoken out here about what I see happening in Congress. I have spoken out about socialism. I have warned about the “progressives” and their “goal/s” for America. I have repeatedly written about the fact that “progressivism” is nothing more than “socialism” renamed to fool Americans into thinking they are buying a Cadillac when in fact what they are getting a “clunker” that sounds great now. But, as we all know, that “clunker” has a tendency “die” on us after a week or so. It always follows that when you take that clunker back to get it fixed you can count on one or two things happening. One, the sellers don’t or won’t fix it. Read the fine print! Two, you can’t return it and you can’t refuse to pay for it. All you have really bought is a “bill” or “debt!” That clunker, well, it is sitting in your driveway until the local government makes you get rid of it because it can’t “sit there when it doesn’t run, isn’t inspected, doesn’t have insurance. and has no tags.”
This is a very simplistic analogy, I realize that point. But, I think my message is clear. It is time to pick up the “torch” again. When you stumble, right yourself, take a big breath, and, begin the journey again to the top of the “mountain! As I again pick up the torch, I realize that we all may stumble at times. The test of character and conviction is whether or not I or you stand back up, pick up the torch again and continue the journey to the top until the next torch bearer takes the torch. In doing so, I, we, remain true to our original goal. After all, while the troops protect and defend us abroad, those of us left behind are obligated to protect and defend the home front! My original goal and purpose was never abandoned.
Let me leave you with one more thing to read and think about. I found this some time ago on another blog and mentioned it here. I think now is a very good time to again share my find:
There was a Chemistry professor in a large college that had some exchange students in the class. One day while the class was in the lab the Prof noticed one young man (exchange student) who kept rubbing his back and stretching as if his back hurt.
The professor asked the young man what was the matter. The student told him he had a bullet lodged in his back. He had been shot while fighting communists in his native country who were trying to overthrow his country’s government and install a new communist government.
In the midst of his story he looked at the professor and asked a strange question. He asked, ‘Do you know how to catch wild pigs?’
The professor thought it was a joke and asked for the punch line.
The young man said this was no joke. “You catch wild pigs by finding a suitable place in the woods and putting corn on the ground. The pigs find it and begin to come everyday to eat the free corn. When they are used to coming every day, you put a fence down one side of the place where they are used to coming. When they get used to the fence, they begin to eat the corn again and you put up another side of the fence.
They get used to that and start to eat, again you continue until you have all four sides of the fence up with a gate in the last side. The pigs, who are used to the free corn, start to come through the gate to eat, you slam the gate on them and catch the whole herd.
Suddenly the wild pigs have lost their freedom. They run around and around inside the fence, but they are caught. Soon they go back to eating the free corn. They are so used to it that they have forgotten how to forage in the woods for themselves, so they accept their captivity.
The young man then told the professor that is exactly what he sees happening to America. The government keeps pushing us toward Communism/Socialism and keeps spreading the free corn out in the form of programs such supplemental income, tax credit for unearned income, tobacco subsidies, dairy subsidies, payments not to plant crops (CRP), welfare, medicine drugs, etc. while we continually lose our freedoms just a little at a time.
One should always remember ‘There is no such thing as a free lunch!!’ also ‘You can never hire someone to provide a service for you cheaper then you can do it yourself.’
If you see that all of this wonderful government ‘help’ is the problem confronting the future of democracy in America, you might want to send this on to your friends. If you think the free ride is essential to your way of life you will probably delete this email, but God help you when the gate slams shut.
Tell Congress not to pass the Health care Bill. Barrage Congress and your representatives
~ by devildog6771 on March 19, 2010.
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