Civics 101

I am involved in a Society that you may or may not have ever heard of, but that’s not my point.. The society is secondary but yet important in the fact that its members trace their lineage to ancestors that fought, died ( or even lived on) in the American Revolution. Civics is defined:

civ·ics
ˈsiviks/Submit
noun
the study of the rights and duties of citizenship.

A member of the Boy Scouts of America was asked where our laws come from.. His answer?…. “the govenment”..

BUZZZER…. yeah wrong answer, care to try again?

“the President?”…

BUZZER…hmm not even close.. one more try?…

“the vice president?”..

BUZZER.. yeah, thanks for playing.. your Boy Scout card is officially revoked and you start from Tiger Cub again..

Correct answer?.. Laws are written by WE THE PEOPLE, put to a vote to be submitted on a ballot, then submitted as bills to the House of Representatives, who pass them on to the Senators in Congress and then after a vote there are then sent to the President to be signed into law if they even make it that far, This as mandated by the Constitution of United States of America.

Now, I’m going on what I know here, the above may not be exactly right so bare with me, this is how I learned it, is it somehow different than what I learned as a 5th grader (many many many moons ago)

Are civics even being taught in our schools any longer, or is that now Politically Incorrect?

Hillsdale College offers a great course on Constitution 101 that is free, I am in process of taking it, it’s all done on line, very cool indeed. But I think my point is that our youth have to be taught these extremely important details about how our country works if they are to make a difference in future generations.

Even immigrants who want to come into this country legally have to know basic Civics in order to pass the immigration test. I thought it very odd that this Boy Scout couldn’t answer my question, and even school me on the Civics of our Nation. It actually scares me to think that kids in public schools are not being taught Civics.. and it should scare the hell out of you

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The Top 10 Reasons You Don’t Have Many Twitter Followers

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This is exactly why you should follow me @slarson :)

Originally posted on Thought Catalog:

Twitter is all about how many followers you have. It’s important that more than just two people know that you just ordered a large Papa John’s pizza all for yourself, so here’s why your mom and your high-school biology teacher are the only two followers you have.

1. You have that ugly egg as your profile picture.

Don’t be an egghead! Post a selfie or any picture of yourself that you like as your profile picture. Most people don’t want to follow people with no profile picture because it looks like a SPAM account.

2. Your profile picture is a photo of your cat.

Twitter is about developing relationships and interacting with people, not cats. I’m sure your cat Lord Tubbington is really influential in your life, but he isn’t in mine. Do us all a favor and make your profile picture a picture…

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Smile…. Say Cheese

An American Odyssey

An American Odyssey

I found this on the Daily Mail UK and I was mesmerized by the photograph, and I just could’nt help but look into their eyes, admire their lives as simple gestures. They are looking into the camera and for a moment frozen in time, are oblivious to the world around them. I look at them and wonder if I am somehow related to this generation of New Yorkers. I think we all are in some way.

The look on the small children’s faces is one of wonderment, would it ever cease? What was this strange person doing under the cloak and holding a flash pan. ( I’m assuming of course this is what the photographer was doing)

Look closer, up on the balcony at the gentleman sporting his bow tie and vest, is this above his shop below, or is he a tenant?, The clothes and wares hanging from a wire along this busy street.

The ruffians in the street looking for a pocket to pick?

The men on the back of the wagon, hawking their load to whomever cares to listen.

An endless corridor of rotting vegetables, their freshness only guaranteed by the skillful prose of the vendor, the smell test invented here perhaps?

They look tired. They look proud, They are America

Monsters…. seriously

I just heard a news report on a local radio news today about a mother who tried to poison her twin baby daughters by putting rubbing alcohol mixed with milk in their sippy cups. WHAT THE ACTUAL F*** I can’t, there are no words, I’m so.. ugh.. where to start.. People  who try and succeed in killing their babies should be put to death immediately.. there I said, don’t care what you think.. that’s my belief.. I don’t care if they are mentally ill, if you purposely kill a child no matter what the circumstance, you should die the same horrible death that you perpetuated on this innocent human being immediately upon conviction in a court of law. No decades on death row, no life imprisonment, no mental health evaluations,, nope sorry, you deliberately caused the death of your child and now you will suffer the consequence and in the same cruel manner in which you carried out this crime right now, this instant.

God help me in my thought process, but I get extremely angry when I hear about events like this. If you didn’t want children, get a vasectomy, get your tubes tied, put on a F***ing CONDOM.. JHChrist this pisses me off.

My beautiful wife and I tried for 10 years before my first son was born, my second was a gift from GOD that we didn’t expect, but were joyous when we found out we were having another child. I have no respect, forgiveness, compassion or time for women, men or any other monster that would harm a child in ANY way.

I know God would say you must forgive them, but I can’t, I’m human, I have empathy for the children’s surviving parents, grandparents and other family, but I cannot bring myself to forgive anyone this heinous and deplorable and I just had to get that off my mind.

It’s a problem  in this world that is becoming the norm and it’s got to stop.

God Help Us

Seriously dude, please help us

Roads of LIfe

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The steamy mist arose from the sun baked pavement and a low rumble scattered the swarms of insects out to bask in this momentary lapse in nature.  I rode quietly in the back of the old Buick with my brother who was playing with the dust that scattered the sunlight in the back deck of the old beast. The day would change to night and the miles rolled under the worn out tires, biding their time, awaiting that golden opportunity to explode as their scalps finally wore thin.

The year is 1968 and I and my brother are traveling with a very pregnant mother and father across Route 66 from Virginia Beach towards a corn patch surrounded small frame house with rickety doors, windows without screens and million things to explore in the darkness of my grandfathers basement.  The tire finally succumbed to the pothole laced two laned monster road and we stopped along  a small patch of dirt so close to the edge of both the highway and a massive ditch teeming with mosquitoes, tadpoles and road trash. My brother and I were in heaven as my father struggled with a rusty jack, a 4 way that had a cracked socket and my mother who, at 9 months and counting struggled to keep her patience in the Iowa heat of that early summer day in May

We played in this ditch puddle for what seemed like only seconds but in fact was at least an hour (according to the recollection from my mother) as my father cursed the tire that finally was brutally installed on the Skylark, my brother and I hid tadpoles in our pockets and a rusty Busch Beer can that was unopened on either end but had nothing inside, light as a feather, it was a treasure worth keeping.

The lights were getting brighter now…. where were we I asked my father for what was probably the umpteenth time.. “Des Moines” he answered gruffly, (I think that the tire incident as it was know to become had gotten to him). My Father was a very quiet man during that period of our lives and he was more worried about my mother and her condition than what his two sons were complaining about at the second, my mother remained calm but concerned and asked if he would please stop so she could get out, stretch and use some sort of facility, the car slowly stopped in a Texaco station that had long been closed for the day.. “This will have to do honey”,, mother sighed and found the ladies room to be unlocked and remarkably clean.. tomorrow would be my sisters birthday.. she would come into this world very very quickly and my brother and I would finally have someone to torment.

kids under the fence

I cannot help but feel compassion for the children now being housed in military and border installations while the current administration tries to figure out what to do with them. Shocking to me is that these kids, some just babies came with out adults, on their own after they were dropped at our border to fend for themselves in hopes that they would reach some family members literally thousands of miles away in some cases. I am a firm believer in LEGAL immigration but I cannot help but feel like this could have been avoided had our government taken control of the border and enforced our rules.

Yes, I know we are a nation of immigrants, my family immigrated here from Denmark, Germany, England and Ireland. I get it.. but I also get that these kids are being told by their government that GO GO to USA, they will not turn you away, you will be fed, you will be educated, you will be hospitalized, you will survive there.

What will ultimately happen to them?.. will they be deported, will they be bussed, flown, shipped back to their origins? It is a terrifying situation for a child, I can’t even imagine how they must be feeling, emotionally, physically. It is both a travesty and a crime..

What would be the Christian thing to do ..
Save them all,, find a way, but close the border now and enforce the process.

Just my opinion mind you.. I know some would think otherwise..