Sunday, July 18. 2010
Today I had an epiphany. Maybe not a big one; I hope I'm allowed to categorize them into small, medium, and large. Otherwise, you would see a little one, and think, man, is this guy limited upstairs. Joking aside, it had to do with the quote from Benjamin Franklin. I often use this quote to surprise people, if we're engaging in a
So if whites are in the majority, and white supremacists want to say that therefore this is a white country, how American is that? Linking that quote to racism was a new realization today; there is another line of reasoning also associated with the founding of this country:
Back in the old countries, you knew your place. I'm talking about white people. If you were a farmer, that's what you would remain. So would your son, grandson, and great grandson. One of them might be able to change occupation, become a leather tanner for instance, but their economic position wouldn't change. If you weren't a Duke, nobleman, royalty, or friend of the court, your chances of owning land were zip. Your chances of getting an education or extra money were zip. That's one reason so many went through the difficulty of coming here. Here, a man could use his mind, his hands, and his back to make himself a better lot in life.
However, some people think you need to belong to the royal white family to make a better lot for yourself. How American is that?
I write the above not so much because of the current NAACP-Tea Party flap going on, but because I'm white, and some other whites figure they can confide a racial slur with me. What did Jesus mean when he said "Love your neighbor as yourself"? Look at the scripture in front of, and behind that verse, you won't find a qualification. No "...unless he's black." And just because I favor immigration laws, I'm not against Mexicans; but I am for some degree of order.
Speaking of the Tea Party and racism, it's pretty clear they're not racist, simply because of their platform. Maintaining liberal policies toward minorities would be the most racist thing they could do. Continue allowing minority women to marry the state instead of their children's father; thus insuring fatherless families. Continue to promote feminist pro abortion and birth control ideas to minorities; this will insure that blacks continue to have an alarmingly high rate of abortions. Continue to promote statist ideology education of minority children; this will insure a continued victimization mindset, and a reluctance to operate their own businesses.
Again, maintaining liberal policies toward minorities would be the most racist thing the Tea Party could do.
Sunday, July 18. 2010
I've had a bit of a problem with spam at this blog, so I changed the settings, but I think I did so incorrectly. So if you've tried to reply, but couldn't, I think I fixed the error. Sorry for the inconvenience. All replies will still need to be moderated, not to weed out contrary opinion, but rather, obscenities and off topic ads.
Sunday, July 18. 2010
This is one of my experimental projects from this week. It's been 30 plus years since I've drawn Asian lettering, but I've always liked the look. So it was a pleasure to draw this Chinese character for "eternity". I drew it as a black and white image using pen and ink, then scanned and vectorized it. Now I can have a plotter draw or cut it large enough to put on a sign.
Tuesday, July 13. 2010
I carry bits of information and ideas
There was a missionary, he signed up
Five years later, he has returned for
Five years after this, he has returned
Many years ago, I worked in a sign
As time has passed,I've realized
The one that's really relevant to this post is the following from
Creativity arises out of the tension between spontaneity and
The change in thinking is that I now
I would really be at my best if I
Saturday, July 10. 2010
A more concise conclusion of the
In this post, I want to think about
The first one is some junk next to a
Now consider the other two pictures.
This is related to an experience we
Again,a lot of this is thinking out
Friday, July 9. 2010
I was informed of a website,or blog, can't remember which; but it's about flamewarriors. The author is a professional illustrator/cartoonist, and he made a bunch of cartoons about different online personalities, and how they verbally spar. Save for a few that I wouldn't want children to see,it's pretty funny.
He included contact info, so that people could make suggestions about additional personalities and tactics. I suggested several, one of which is "am-pm". It's a person like me, that has one idea late at night, then the next morning feels completely different about the matter.
So it was with my latest awesome totally cool idea. I came up with an idea for a wall mural. It will require a number of straight lines. So I got out this nifty tool that my brother in law TW got me.It's a laser level. It can shoot either a small red dot to another wall, or, a nice stright red line across the wall. It has been awhile since I used it, so I changed the batteries. Now it's really bright. So bright,in fact,that I had to try it on some houseflies. I didn't expect it to burn them, maybe just annoy them, or temporaraily blind them. As it turns out, it's quite easy to aim it, and the flies do jump away from it. I suppose if I had two hundred compound eyes all sending mega red color to the brain, I'd jump too.
But as I sat there, the awesome part came to me: I read in a couple of places (don't know if it's true) that there's a hot little laser inside your typical computer CD read-write unit. Hot as in it will burn paper and stuff. I have a stack of these sitting here, so hey, this could be fun. Surely it could crisp a few fly wings?
But then the morning sobriety came. How many fires am I going to start in the house with this thing? Not to mention black spots on white walls, fallen down hanging plant holders, ricochets off mirrors going who knows where? I confided the whole idea and morning realization to my wife, who is the non-redneck part of this marriage. You know what??? She thought it was a good idea! So now I'm high again, on my ever so fun and practical weaponry. Yesss! Of course,maybe it's one of those things I shouldn't actually try...if it didn't work, I'd have to come down again.
How often do you have something else in your mind when you pray? What if God returned the favor,and only listened as intently as we prayed?
I don't know if Imentioned it here, but I've wondered if one reason for paper money is that it will be the fuel for the hell fires of some people that love it. I don't necessarily mean people that have a lot, just people that cheated, and payed the lowest possible wages; that sort of thing.
Well,along those same lines,there might just be a little relief in hell...some people will be allowed a little fan that falls apart, or a bucket that cracks and leaks all the water out, just like the stuff they made and sold here on earth.
Monday, July 5. 2010
The work was very near completion, but there was a push to finalize it by this July 4th weekend. Most of what remained was paint and lettering. I bid the job weeks ago, but was told I'd be informed as to when I should come out. The call came, and because of the schedule, I was asked to come in the evening, after the mechanics were done.
On the way home, an ongoing problem on my truck went all the way out. For a long time, I could pull over, move the wiring bracket at the back of my alternator a little, and it would be good for another 30 miles, or whatever. This morning, I couldn't go 10 feet before losing charging. I made it home, but rested, and forgot about the alternator problem.
The freeway noise had completely died, there was a night bird a little ways in the distance. The coal smell reminded me of when in my youth, we were overseas, in a country where they were still using steam to pull freight. We pretended the thick smoke was poisonous, and lied on the grass of the playground, till the cloud rolled past us. I love the smell of burning coal, to this day. All this came together this night, and I knew I was in a better way than many. The night air was so peaceful, that there was no sensation of being in time as we usually know it. It was so easy to feel as though I were slipping into a dream, or other dimension. I had the digital camera with me, and tried to catch the feel. The light shining into the steam, which was curling up around the new American flag; that's what I wanted to show people, but the steam didn't show very well in the picture.
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