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May I ask you a rather personal question?

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Criticism

Criticism is welcome to me. Criticism is the honing stone upon which I am sharpened.

In reading the gospels we are reading something that somebody said to yet somebody else a very long time ago. As quoted in the bible, when Jesus spoke, logically and semantically, he was speaking to the person(s) standing immediately before him. But, if we take it personally, if we take it to heart, he is speaking directly to us (the readers), so that, when he said:

“…Be ye therefore perfect, even as your Father which is in heaven is perfect.”

(Matt. 5:48 KJV)

He was in fact speaking directly to us or, especially, to me – today.

In order to comprehend this, one must first accept certain premises:

1) One definition of father is as the originator, e.g., “George Washington was the father of our country.”

2) God is the Father/Creator of the whole universe, and you, as part of that creation, are thus, his child.

3) You accept Christ as your lord and you become subject to him, (i.e., as one knight accepts another as his overlord), his words become his will and thus a commandment directly to you.

Under these premises, when I read “ye” in the above quotation he is speaking directly to me.

On the other hand, whenever you read “ye” he is speaking directly to you.

Humanity seeks perfection but does it the hard way, pointing critical, accusing fingers at each other, instead of putting forth the effort of perfecting themselves. He did not say: “Make them perfect.” But, rather: “Be ye therefore perfect.”

I’ve given up on trying to make others perfect. It’s just not working. And this begs the question:

Is it even possible for someone to be perfect? And in what way?

I can’t straighten my crooked leg. There is no corrective measure for my lifelong amblyopia. Diet and exercise are hopeless against the ravages of old age. What can I perfect? What about me is perfectible?

Nothing, really, but I hit upon the idea that he meant logic and reason and the taming of the tongue – what pours forth from your mouth must be closely monitored; perfect in all cases. And what of the mind, purged of all sin, all hatred, and selfish motivation? Morally, as the Law is written, I stand condemned; and yet I still continue to strive for perfection. Why? Because God is my judge, and He being perfect, the closer I come to perfection the closer I come to Him. I gain assurance against that condemnation.

I invite you, as a friend, to criticize me:

criticize my spelling, my grammar, and my punctuation; but especially, my reasoning, that I make no error in the eyes of The Almighty.

In this life, on this plain of existence, perfection and it’s attendant assurance of God’s Love is the closest thing to happiness a man can find. So help me in my quest for my own perfection.

Your criticism is more than welcome here.

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A Tough Neighborhood

I grew up on The South Side; spent my whole childhood there. But as a young man I lived on The East Side for a few years. I mentioned in passing I was from The South Side and somebody said:

“That’s a tough neighborhood.”

Time passed and I moved from The East Side to The North Side and the subject came up and I mentioned I’d been living on The East Side and somebody said:

“That’s a tough neighborhood.”

After living on The North Side for a little while I moved on to The West Side and once again I mentioned the fact I’d previously been living on The North Side and somebody said:

“That’s a tough neighborhood.”

By that time I was telling people a neighborhood is only as tough as you make it. When I first arrived on The West Side I found myself watching a parade. It was just a normal sunny day. My eyes began hurting. I stood there squinting and trying to figure out why my eyes were hurting. It suddenly dawned on me that I hadn’t seen that many white people in one place at the same time in all of twenty years. It was the glare of light off that sea of white faces on the people lining the street that caused my eyes to hurt. But I don’t want to give the impression that The West Side was any different than any other neighborhood. It was about as tough as the others. So allow me to reiterate: a neighborhood is only as tough as you make it.

After a time I moved from The West Side back over to The South Side, and wouldn’t you know it, when I mentioned I’d been living on The West Side somebody said:

“That’s a tough neighborhood.”

 

If you’re looking for trouble you’re likely to find it. As a child I learned something-something about “turning the other cheek” but I was also advised to avoid fighting as much as possible, and the best way to avoid a fight is to never throw the first punch. If you strike the first blow you’ve started a fight and, once started you’re expected to finish it – which sometimes doesn’t end the way you’d imagined it would.

Most people don’t know the difference between an argument and a fight anyway. You can’t win a logical argument by fighting. A heated argument can escalate into a fight but a fight never de-escalates into an argument, much less a logical one.

Don’t fool yourself. Winning a fist fight doesn’t mean you’ve won the argument.

(Unless, of course, the argument was about who was the better street fighter.)

You couldn’t convert me even at sword-point.

“You can kill a man but you can’t kill an idea” — Medgar Evers

Furthermore, killing a man teaches him nothing.

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A Bit of Motherly Advice

A good mother protects her children and admonishes them frequently about this and that, and all of those things that may be harmful to them. I will not list them here. But have you never heard the sage advice: “Beware the Friendly Stranger”?

Momma says: “Don’t take candy from a stranger” and “Don’t get in a car with a stranger”; and if such an attempt occurs you are to run away – you are to run home immediately and report it.

But in this day and age we all have televisions in our very own homes. Strangers alone with our children. Yes, they are friendly, but still they are strangers, and you know not their true intentions. While it all may have started innocuously enough – selling cars and refrigerators and maybe some food and drink; but over time things grew darker and meaner and downright dangerous. These strangers began manipulating our instincts and fears, playing with our desires and habits; all for their own profit and gain.

With the advent of the internet and cell phones these strangers know where you are at all times. They stalk your every movement, know your tastes and opinions, and want to know your every mood so as to be able to manipulate them – and not to your good.

Perhaps your mother was busy – too busy to tell you to “Beware the Friendly Stranger”; and you too, are too busy to pass on this bit of sage advice to your own children. It goes a long way in explaining why your own children are strangers to you.

Saying it but once will not drive home the point; and it’s obvious, since the media is still ever-present in your life, it never sunk in with you. Maybe your mother did in fact warn you; but did you listen? Maybe you warned your own children; but do they listen?

No matter how friendly they may seem to be, anyone ignorant enough to allow these strangers in their very own home and give them such ready access to their children deserves to be enslaved.

The media is your master.

“Beware the Friendly Stranger”

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Two Books – Same Title

Post-Traumatic Stress Disorders of the Vietnam Veteran Edited by Tom Williams

Post-Traumatic Stress Disorders of the Vietnam Veteran Edited by Tom Williams, Psy.D

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Page Eleven – A Comparison

Post-Traumatic Stress Disorders of the Vietnam Veteran, Edited by Tom Williams, Psy.D.
©1980 by Tom Williams, Psy.D.

Post-Traumatic Stress Disorders of the Vietnam Veteran, Edited by Tom Williams
©1980 by Tom Williams

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Nothing Lasts Forever

Nothing lasts forever; not even bananas. It finally came to pass, a thing I’d been dreading so long. The bananas fell from the garage. The evening of October 21st, 2017 I found them lying on the ground.

It wasn’t the neighbor’s kids with their soccer balls (so often flying over the fence) nor was it the heat, the cold, the rain and snow nor even blustery gale winds of nearly six years exposure that brought them down. No. I think it was envy. Envy on the part of the climatis. All Summer long the climatis vines crept up slowly; first hiding then surrounding the bananas until finally, in a fit of spite, sent them both tumbling to the ground. Ha!

The bananas hung on the garage from late February 2012 to October 2017 –  5.8 years. They are now dark, cracked, warty and wrinkled; and as hard, dry and wooden as an old tree branch.

I still have them if anyone is interested; shoot me a snail-mail address and I’ll mail them. I’d like to see them find a good home.

Of all the fates I’d ever imagined for those bananas I never suspected those climatis vines.

There’ll be no Bananniversary celebration next year.

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I Will Never Forgive You

As I have pointed out elsewhere, feminism per se, an otherwise laughable, hysterical radical-fringe cult ideology, the Feminist Movement as promulgated by the commercial mass media, and especially Affirmative Action applied to (mostly) white women, was the Poison Pill inserted into the Civil Rights Bill and later concomitant legislation, litigation and government regulations.

This ideological poison is still circulating broadly through the intellectual, economic and cultural veins of the nation, killing, and wreaking havoc on millions of families in the land of unintended consequences. While the clear intent of the racist Poison Pill was to nullify the Civil Rights Movement, it subsequently tore apart millions of white families as well.

Affirmative Action is still on the books, embedded in the law and applied sporadically to certain token women. Glib politicians say: “I’m fighting for you”. Well then, show us your scars; show us your cuts and bruises. They say further: “I’m fighting for your families”. If that is so, why do you insist upon hiring only mothers instead of fathers?

What have I to do with you? I have never owned a slave and neither had my father nor his father before him. I have never been in a position to discriminate in the hiring or firing of anyone.

I will never forgive you for your Affirmative Action. I will denounce you before Almighty God. I will condemn you forever before Christ Jesus who said: “If no man condemns you – neither do I”. As I am a man, I am thus given the power to condemn you by Christ for Affirmative Action.

I will never forgive you.

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