You know O_D. I am not sure what the whole story is.
I have gone back to the first of july looking for a post of mine that could apply to what I was banned for. There is nothing there. But, maybe there has been something that has been erased from the record, and maybe I did say something off color, or out of line. I know I have since this was thrown in my face!!! And, I apologize for nothing since the gauntlet was thrown....
But that is not the thing that bothers me.
If just one guy died for what remains of our freedom in this grand country, then it is worth my effort to see that that guy or gal did not die in vain. And we all know how many actually died... And how many continue to die and forever will die to protect that remnant of freedom, or at least protect what those in control have led us to believe is the protection of freedom. LOL
I always think of something as I drive along. Somebody else built the bridges, dug the ditches and paved the roads that I could be taking for granted. Those efforts were the sweat, and sometime the blood, of real people who labored hours, days, weeks, months and years so that I could push that 80,000# down the road.
If I did not give them their due, then I would be a mighty selfish camper. That is the one reson that I willingly pay my taxes, and put up with alot of BS in order to be able to feel good about myself, when I crawl into that sleeper at night.... I owe the people who have come before me the respect to keep what they did in good shape. And the only way I can do that is pay the bucks to the government.
And we owe billions of people for what they did while they were on this earth. We are not islands. We are a piece of matter in the kaleidoscope of life. It is only a nice kaleidoscope if it has quality stuff bouncing around within it's boundaries.
When I was a kid, I remember going into the 5 and 10, and looking through as many of the kaleidoscopes as time would alot. I recall, and know, that some are better than others. That is just like life. What makes our lives worthwhile is seldom what we do ourselves. What makes our lives a glorious thing is what influences (and people) come along and interact with us. If we choose to allow our lives to be dragged down into the mud by the negative influences that are always surrounding us, we will be missing the fun.
Who said, that when you wrestle with a pig in the mud, you will probably end up realizing that the pig is enjoying himself? I don't know, but I know he was right.
There are lots of people who enjoy living in the mud. It is as if that makes them seem so much more important, because they can point at the other guy and accuse him of being the bad guy. Bull. The only people that are worth their salt are those that lift others up, and if there is something that seems a bit out of place in this scenario of lifting others up, then it is our duty (not right) to put the best interpretation on their actions. For that is what civic engagement is about, if civic engagement is to be a good thing.
The whole thing is quickly becoming a distant memory.. Just hope that we might learn from the "incident"..
"If I were to try to read, much less answer, all the attacks made on me, this shop might as well be closed for any other business. I do the very best I know how - the very best I can; and I mean to keep doing so until the end." ~ Abraham Lincoln