Is the low participation in the
mandatory health insurance only because of technical glitches at the
site? What will happen if everybody says “No thanks”? Again,
don't look at the politics only; look at the motives and players
behind the scenes. This administration is viscerally liberal; these
people won't have their polices and government god denied. Besides
it's just too embarrassing to have your “signature policy”
ignored. So, what are the options? Door to door style compliance
patrols? Or maybe a huge distraction that's so dangerous it makes the
mandate crisis less of a priority; maybe a war? Iran would probably
make a sufficient bad guy.
A truck drove by, had a barking dog in
the back, the pitch changed: Doppler dog!
(Groan alert:) If you had relatives in
Kenya, would you regard the place as Kinya?
Our children often share things, but
not always. Today, one little guy had a snack; his brother asked if
he would share it. The reply was:”I'm sharing it with myself”.
Speaking of the kids, I was thinking
that letting them see me semi secretly laugh at slightly off color
topics can be really destructive. I tend to think of hypocrisy as
blatantly doing other than what I profess and teach them; but these
hints that God's ways are superficial in my life might be as bad as
any other example I could set.
I wonder if denial about coming events
has a common mental procedure. People's homes, jobs, and businesses
are such demanding accomplishments that coming threats are put into
the “We'll cross that bridge when we get there” mentality. But
consider this little display I'm making: I'll take a strip of paper,
write ascending years on one side, and descending years on the other
side. That is, one side will have 2013, 2014, 2015, so on; the other
side will have 2015, 2014, 2013, so on. Then I'll twist the strip and
glue the ends together, forming a Mobius strip. If you wait until
it's really obvious, it will probably be too late. You must act,or at
least prepare, while you still can prepare.
I wonder about Lot in the Bible. Read
his story. Not a lot in the way of details, but maybe some facts are
self evident. He once had vast flocks, and therefore, some wealth. By
he time he's living in the city, there's no mention of the flocks,
and no mention of them whatsoever upon his flight from the city, he
had to go live in a cave. Seems to me that someone with a little
money could have bought a tent. A tent was a very common dwelling in
those days, and Lot had spent his prior years living in one. It looks
to me as though Lot sold the flocks, and bought a house in the city.
If that's the sum of everything he had, with only harsh options,
could that be one reason he was halting in his actions when warned of
the dire events about to happen?
Consider the black dog. There's “a
guy I know” that lives out in the country. People are often dumping
unwanted pets near his house. Usually, an attempt is made to
accommodate them, as much as is practical. There was a time when the
number of dogs at the house got too big. Dogs dumped for obvious
reasons, the stupid dog, and the big old, slow dog with matted hair
and lots of fleas; the kids probably moved out, and the old dog was a
relic of former times. There was the reasonably smart black dog that
attacked chickens, and was shot in the leg by a neighbor. Smart in a
slinking, self serving way, not the “man's best friend” way. This guy's wife kept telling him to get rid of these numerous
unneeded dogs, so after realizing that she was right, he had a kill
day. First was the ancient horse in the pasture. It was so old that
it could hardly walk. Its bones all showed, and the hair along its
back looked like bleached out old astro turf. He said that starting
the killing wasn't easy, but by the halfway mark, it was a job to be
completed with efficiency and determination. The horse was led beside
a huge pile of dried logs and branches that would be used for burning
the carcasses. Huge as in the size of a full size van, but wider.
That's the best way of disposal, BTO, burn to oblivion. Imagine a
line from one eye crossing the forehead to the opposite ear, and the
same thing in reverse, from the other eye, forming an X on the head.
That's where the pistol shot is placed, from about 6 inches distance.
One bullet from a 9mm handgun dropped the horse instantly. Then it
was on to the dogs. It took a while, to approach the dogs with a 22
rifle, while they were still enough to get the right shot. This guy
is very particular about killing, derived from wanting a swift,
relaxed kill during the butchering of hogs and cattle. One by one
they went, the black dog last. He knew exactly what a rifle was, and
kept running away to a different part of the property, never far from
the house. I know dogs have a certain loyalty, and even if not that,
a certain pack mentality, but sheesh, if you knew for sure that this
was a repeated threat to your life, wouldn't you at least run to the
neighbor's place? Bizarre, I guess it's like we've ate here and lived
here a long time, so gee, just can't leave all that.