We Americans desperately need to acknowledge the facts, to open our eyes to the corruption and hear the truth behind the lies of our political heads of state. Then, it may be that we can do what needs doing (and that certainly isn’t supporting the rich or insisting that our neighbors keep their yards the same way we do ours). Enough is enough and now is the time to say NO to government intervention!
Government spending is so far out of control that God only knows how many generations will suffer because of it. Huge waves of illegal immigration, constant waging of war, and incongruous monetary policy, threaten worldwide well-being and security….our individual rights, our personal freedoms, and our American identity.
We must stop looking to Washington for some mystical “quick fix” to what ails US and the world because this political Gargantuan seeks only to have more control and more power. It howls about promulgating democracy and personal liberties, screams to the world “follow me, for my way is best” then whimsically threatens to kick the neighbors’ butts to prove it. These are hardly methods of promoting democracy; they are ways of demanding obedience. Government is a beast with an insatiable appetite of greed, gorging itself at the expense of individual liberties and it will stop at nothing to satisfy itself.
As an American, I cherish the ideals that motivated the Founding Fathers and caused them to put their lives, fortunes, and sacred honor on the line. I made every effort to follow their example; even went so far as to put my very life on the line in support of them. However, today the American Dream has experienced a shameful metamorphosis, going from principles to materialism and all the fault of that behemoth two-faced giant…government. WE need to come together-slay the cursed beast and give America back to the people.
Make NO mistake about it: The American Dream is a great deal more than mere materiality. Material gain is a single fruit of freedom, not its root; individual freedom is the foundation of American greatness, not governmental policy. Collectively, American citizens have the power to defeat this monster and instill in its place…leadership that is capable of upholding and sustaining the very principles politics has excused.
© September 2008 by Tuttimal
Today is More than Just Another Day:
Today, comes to each singularly and just once in a life-time. Come tomorrow, today will be gone…and it will be gone forever more. In its stead will be something left behind…another yesterday.
Today is allocated the exact amount of time that yesterday was, however do not assume that for any one of us this holds true; for none of us knows how much of today is meant for them. Instead of contemplating what you should do or can do, make the most of what it offers by doing something you consider worthwhile, however insignificant or consequential you assume others think it to be. Today we are exchanging a day of our life for a memory.
Why not make it special?
I have, and more than occasionally, been asked to digest this common tidbit of career advice: “do what you love.” Common conjecture supposes that if we choose to do that which we love in making a livelihood, then we would be more apt to attain lasting happiness, be healthier, wealthier, more content, and eventually reap the rewards of a fulfilled life. Proven true to theory by study after study, this is unquestionably, excellent advice…advice only a fool or inept individual would fail to heed. I think it safe to assume that everyone desires to live a healthy life, filled with financial freedom and accented by complete success of all they dare venture.
Fact is: I am doing one of the things I do and just for the love of doing it…right now; and that is writing. A goodly number of us, consider the act of putting words together truly artful, while others claim it is natural, and some even insist that writers are gifted-being inspired by who knows what. Regardless as to the origin and no matter how they come out, words are one of the most effective ways of communicating and when written they are indubitable the finest method available for disclosing whatever it is you have desire to share. The thing is, I don’t make a living at it, in fact I don’t get paid at all; and it certainly doesn’t contribute to my physical health for it forces me to stay for a time too long at this temperamental computer…in one somewhat unflattering position too (that’s the sitting position–which accentuates my aging midsection and widening bottom). In terms of mental health however, it is most often a plus for when I learn that someone has put a special meaning to my words…more than being ingratiated, I am thrilled.
As a child, before attaining school age even, I would sit on Mom’s lap and drift away into the land of imagination, envisioning each tale as she read. In looking back I can honestly say, “Mom was my very first reading and writing teacher”. Perhaps she, was the reason I fell in love with words. Every single word in any particular story has it’s own meaning, and that meaning changes with each reader’s interpretation. Awesome when you think about it! A single tale or point of view, once written, becomes a thousand times a thousand stories and creates a multitude of opinions. Words have the power to enhance emotion, exhilarate a debate, suggest a situation, define a circumstance, and create dominant images for our minds to contemplate. Good writing combines them all in the same instant.
It is said: “A picture says more than a thousand words” and sure, pictures are a great and simplified way to express our feelings or mood…but it is words that are omnipresent in our lives. We think in words, we use words to name our feelings, people, places, and things that are dear to us. Ever since humans mastered the complex skills of thinking and speaking, we have done so by means of words.Through words we have means to share our inner most thoughts and dreams (something few, if any pictures are capable of doing because they mostly “suggest”) and I for one, believe that words do indeed have significant and mysterious power; and in fact, right now…My MIND is having lots of FUN; its’ the rest of me that gets frustrated.
Memories are such awesome things. When unleashed from the confines of what was…they glorify our todays and make favorable our tomorrows.
PCJr.
Far too many people fail to grasp the natural wonder of things simply because they look through windows sullied by politics, religion and cultural murk. In the necessity of sustaining a living, we often become so involved in trying to secure a livelihood that we forget what life is truly about. We assume materialistic values and a willingness to sacrifice principle for social or public recognition and personal gain. We indulge whole-heartedly to be financially successful even to the point of relinquishing our dreams. We forget who it is we are and wonder who it is we have become. Yet, what we don’t readily realize is…that in our efforts at making a tolerable living and establishing our place in society, we fail to receive from life the wisdom and serenity it offers.
I have found fortune in many aspects of life, especially those concerning family and friends. I have discovered the satisfaction that comes from completing a goal, experienced the pride of accomplishment, known the rewards of parenting, and savored the ambience of friendship. Then, in the cycle of the living when the inevitable happens and personal tragedy brought me to my knees: when I thought all was for not, a comforting hand reached down, offered condolence, and I found reprieve. I have inherited good health and acquired many of treasures on my journey. In my world of memories, the hours of aloneness are diffused into smiles of recollection. They give reason to what was…purpose for what is, and hope for what is to come. They are the aspiration of our tomorrows and the biography that each of us wishes to share.
Wouldn’t it be grand if every situation in life that qualifies as a special occasion were one that gave reason to rejoice? However, in defining special, circumstance demands that we face reality and accept the brutally ugly truth which most of us would prefer to forget…life is not always pleasant. Events will take place that oft at times go the way of stingers and barbs, piercing our protective shells, swelling our bodies, dulling our thoughts, and filling our hearts with pain and remorse.
by Paul Ciccone, Jr.
Memories accumulate consistently with the passing of time.
They, being our greatest treasure are stored in a vault hidden somewhere within the vast chasm of self. Here our past life dwells and here love and laughter take precedent to everything else. Then at our leisure, on special occasions, or whenever there is a need, we draw upon that warehouse of what was, and replenish warmth and goodness once more.
Wherever we may travel, however far we may go, this house of treasure lies quietly, awaiting our call. Its inventory constantly increasing as it blends the old with the new. It’s there for us to build on, to encourage our growth, and to remind us who we are. You see, the greatest joy of memories is the knowledge that come tomorrow we will be adding more.
Quotes from OH Brother:The unexpected in life is conspicuously obvious, often it’s even consider the norm, and this dirty, untidy, disorderly part of living is what validates the fact “life is messy!”
Let not memory hold dear the quantity of your accomplishments; instead let their worth be measured by the manner in which you achieved them.
Don’t be trapped by the dogma of living life within the expectations of other people’s thinking and don’t let the noise of their opinions drown out your inner voice!
author: Paul Ciccone, Jr. Copyrite © 2007
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