April 29, 2010

Keeping it simple tonight, as work as kept me late and there’s a soft cool fall-like breeze out on the patio that deserves some company and a glass of Pinot Grigio. This is from National Review Online’s Corner Blog this morning:

This email is going around Wall Street this morning:

We are Wall Street. It’s our job to make money. Whether it’s a commodity, stock, bond, or some hypothetical piece of fake paper, it doesn’t matter. We would trade baseball cards if it were profitable. I didn’t hear America complaining when the market was roaring to 14,000 and everyone’s 401k doubled every 3 years. Just like gambling, its not a problem until you lose. I’ve never heard of anyone going to Gamblers Anonymous because they won too much in Vegas.

Well now the market crapped out, & even though it has come back somewhat, the government and the average Joes are still looking for a scapegoat. God knows there has to be one for everything. Well, here we are.

Go ahead and continue to take us down, but you’re only going to hurt yourselves. What’s going to happen when we can’t find jobs on the Street anymore? Guess what: We’re going to take yours. We get up at 5am & work till 10pm or later. We’re used to not getting up to pee when we have a position. We don’t take an hour or more for a lunch break. We don’t demand a union. We don’t retire at 50 with a pension. We eat what we kill, and when the only thing left to eat is on your dinner plates, we’ll eat that.

For years teachers and other unionized labor have had us fooled. We were too busy working to notice. Do you really think that we are incapable of teaching 3rd graders and doing landscaping? We’re going to take your cushy jobs with tenure and 4 months off a year and whine just like you that we are so-o-o-o underpaid for building the youth of America. Say goodbye to your overtime and double time and a half. I’ll be hitting grounders to the high school baseball team for $5k extra a summer, thank you very much.

So now that we’re going to be making $85k a year without upside, Joe Mainstreet is going to have his revenge, right? Wrong! Guess what: we’re going to stop buying the new 80k car, we aren’t going to leave the 35 percent tip at our business dinners anymore. No more free rides on our backs. We’re going to landscape our own back yards, wash our cars with a garden hose in our driveways. Our money was your money. You spent it. When our money dries up, so does yours.

The difference is, you lived off of it, we rejoiced in it. The Obama administration and the Democratic National Committee might get their way and knock us off the top of the pyramid, but it’s really going to hurt like hell for them when our fat a**es land directly on the middle class of America and knock them to the bottom.

We aren’t dinosaurs. We are smarter and more vicious than that, and we are going to survive. The question is, now that Obama & his administration are making Joe Mainstreet our food supply…will he? and will they?

Something to think about, dontcha think?

President Obama should know that for every action there is a reaction, for every action taken there are unforeseen consequences. Of course, as I mentioned yesterday, I’m guessing he knows exactly what’s he’s doing – his sole goal and desire is to systematically dismantle captialism and the free market U.S. economy and rehape it to his own socialist, fascist, European worldview. So he and his ilk really don’t care. What a guy.

Pool temp: 76 degrees

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April 28, 2010

I’ve been meaning to raise this topic for quite some time, but something else always caught my fancy, or I was just waiting for the right time. If you’re an avid supporter of President Obama you might as well move along to your next websurfing destination because you’re not going to agree with or like what I’m about to say. And while the rose-colored glasses you’re wearing will prevent you from admitting I’m right, it most likely won’t stop you from accusing me of being a racist, because that’s what every liberal calls you when you even dare to say anything negative about out black President. Our African-American President. Our first President of color. Etc. etc. etc.

How polarized a nation we’ve become! I thought we were pretty polarized when George W. Bush was President, but that was nothing compared to the way this nation is right now. Does it have anything to do with Barack Obama being black? I’m sure for a segment of this population that might be true, just as for a segment of the American population President Bush was akin to Hitler for the war in Iran, or Dick Cheney, or Florida in 2000, or Katrina, or whatever. In the end it really doesn’t matter – there are, and always will be, extremnists on every side. And haters on every side.

Me? I just want people to get along. If you don’t agree with my opinions, fine, at least respect them. As I do yours. After all, we are a diverse nation and people, and we all have our own personal histories, biases, and viewpoints. I think the more we can share ideas and agree to disagree respectfully, that just furthers the dialogue and sets a tone and example others can follow in kind.

Which leads me to Barack Obama. You know, I often disagreed with President Bush, and before him, President Clinton, and before him, probably every other President I ever lived under. But never once while any of them were speaking, giving a speech, being seen in public, or giving an interview did I ever feel he wasn’t my President. Oh sure, he may not know me from Adam, and he might not have anything in common with me when it came to our political views, but I always felt while he was playing President, he was my President. I respected him, because, personal indiscretions aside, he knew what being President of all the people meant. And aside from Richard Nixon’s excesses, he respected the office he held.

I don’t feel that way about Barack Obama. Or his wife, for that matter. Say what you will about President Bush’s competence and his ability to make right decisions, he nevertheless seemed like a genuine, caring, and affable guy. Alternatively, I find the Obamas to be always edgy, bitter, angry, and immature elitists who simply can’t fathom the idea that others who disagree with them might do so simply because have a different political viewpoint or philosophical outlook. Heaven forbid!

While I may not agree with my President politically, I don’t expect him to be angry, surly, or petulant when it comes to those he disagrees with. I don’t expect my President to pit different groups of Americans against each other constantly. I don’t expect my President to always focus on the things that divide us, but what might unite us as a nation and people. In short – and I don’t think this is asking too much – I expect my President to be President of all the people – not some, not just those he philosophically agrees with, not just those whom he identifies with.

I think you can tell a lot about people by how they treat others in public. I was appalled that President Obama would use his State of the Union message to ridicule the Supreme Court for a recent decision they had made, with them sitting just feet away from them. What was he thinking he was accomplishing? After all, can’t the Supreme Court reasonably weigh the evidence in a case before them and make their own honest judgment? Isn’t that their job? If you’re President of the United States, even if you disagree with their decision, you don’t ridicule them in public during a State of the Union speech. It was crass, undignified, and lacked any kind of grace and class.

And all these town halls where he’s pushing his own fascist idea du jour. He can’t simply expound the virtues of his programs on their own merits, he has to play the race card, or the class card, pitting one group of Americans against another. Whether it’s criticizing the Cambridge, Mass. police for their arrest of Henry Gates without first considering first the facts of the case, or railing against greedy doctors, insurance companies, the banks, Wall Street, or, most recently, the state of Arizona’s recent law against illegal immigration, there’s Obama trashing one segment of the American population or another. Other Presidents had their own “pit bulls” to do their dirty work; they understood the importance of maintaining the dignity of the office while still needing to further their own agendas and get their points across.

Personally, I find Barack Obama eminently dislikeable as a person and will never consider him my President. And not just for the reasons I mention above. You know why else? Because, frankly, I have a sincere doubt that he considers me worthy of his own consideration. He probably thinks I make too much money and ought to fork over more than the $7K I just did last week for the benefit of someone else more worthy or needy or underprivileged. Besides, I do all the things he seems to have a problem with: I work hard in the private sector, pay my taxes, have worked hard to get where I’m at without a whole lot of assistance from anyone – let alone the government, am a Christian, was born in the United States, and feel I have the right to live my life the way I want while I still can without encroaching on others’ ability to do the same.

I guess these days it’s asking too much for your President to conduct himself with grace, class, honor, and dignity, all the while striving to bring a polarized nation closer together by focusing on all the great things we have in common – our desires, our dreams, our hopes for future generations – as opposed to driving us further apart for the purposes of his own political self-interests and socialist agenda. But Barack Obama is not capable of that. He’s an empty suit, a Manchurian candidate who fooled enough people that he was “Mr. Hope And Change” to become President while all the while doing everything he could to mask his radical past and his socialist agenda.

It shouldn’t be asking too much to wish that, deep down, your President was at the very least a nice guy you could respect while disagreeing with. Unfortunately, Barack Obama is not, never was, and never will be, that kind of guy. And one of these days, that’s going to come back and haunt him.

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April 27, 2010

To hear all the wailing and gnashing of teeth from the usual elitist loons on the Left – you know them as well as I do: the New York Times, Washington Post, L.A. Times, Boston Globe, MSNBC, CNN, NBC, CBS, ABC, ACLU, Rev. Al Sharpton, etc. etc. etc. – you’d think the I-10 from Tucson to Phoenix was being dug up on both sides to allow for the construction of concentration camps to hold all the illegal immigrants who had no papers to show Arizona law enforcement officers when they were stopped for simply walking down the street minding their own business.

The thing I find fairly common in reviewing all of the hysteria eminating from everyone above, and others you might expect as well to pile on for political expediency, is the following:

1. These people don’t live, and never have lived, in Arizona and have never set foot anywhere south and east of Tucson, where the problem is both real and getting worse by the day;

2. They haven’t bothered to read the legislation;

3. They’re more interested in the “rights” (a term I’ll use loosely) of those who are here illegally than they are in seeing the laws of this nation and the rights of its law-abiding, tax-paying citizens protected.

Not that I would, of course, expect anything different from the Left, who’s utter hypocrisy knows no bounds.

The fact of the matter is, the states along our southern border with Mexico are all having to deal with increasingly levels of danger and violence, all brought about by criminal activities associated with the Mexican drug cartels and the smuggling of drugs and people that help support its operations. When the federal government does nothing (actually, less than nothing since the Obama administration halted construction of the border fence begun under the Bush administration), and the Department of Homeland Security Director, Janet Napolitano, says the border is “as secure as it ever was” (not sure what that means, exactly), what is a state to do? I mean, you have to look out for your own interests, don’t you? As the Wall Street Journal’s editors wrote today, Arizona’s actions are a direct result of our failed national policy.

Is the legislation signed into law by our Governor Jan Brewer the other day the most opimal solution? Of course not – the best solution would be for Washington to get off its fat asses and pass meaningful immigration reform that starts with protecting the borders and enforcing the laws of the land first, but then provides some means for those who are here illegally but want to become U.S. citizens to get in line with everyone else who wants to do the same. (Just because Mexico happens to be next door shouldn’t make their citizens any higher on the immigration pecking order than anyone else.) But that’s going to take no small amount of bipartisan political action that puts the country’s interests ahead of the special interests, and you know that ain’t gonna happen anytime soon.

What the state of Arizona has done is put together a carefully-crafted piece of legislation designed to help law enforcement and send a mesage to the bow-tied bum-kissing bureaucrats in Washington saying that we’re tired of waiting for a comprehensive solution to defend this nation’s borders. The loons on the political Left can call us all hayseeds and racists, and threaten boycotts and try and milk this for every inch of political capital they can get, but it appears most people around these parts are far more informed about what’s happening here and are willing to support this action.

I sure do.

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April 26, 2010

A soft warm wind outside. A cold glass of Pinot Grigio keeping watch on the “Boat Drinks” table. The wind chimes ‘a tinkl’n’ on the patio. The palm branches rustling in the warm spring breeze…

After all the emotional upheaval of the past weekend, this seems like a good night to just lay back and enjoy this vintage Beach Boys cut from 1972; a Dennis Wilson nugget as only he could do.

Anyone who thinks Brian Wilson was the only genius in The Beach Boys is a peawit.

That’s not to denigrate Brian Wilson’s genius in any way; it’s just to show you that The Beach Boys were hardly dependent on Brian alone for their musical muse.

BTW, note the falsetto harmonies by brothers Brian and Carl throughout and the orchestration arranged by none other than Daryl Dragon, the “Captain” of Captain and Tennille.

They certainly don’t make songs like that anymore, do they? Enjoy!

Pool temp: 73 degrees!

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April 25, 2010

Then Jesus came from Galilee to the Jordan to be baptized by John.
But John tried to deter him, saying, “I need to be baptized by you, and do you come to me?”
Jesus replied, “Let it be so now; it is proper for us to do this to fulfill all righteousness.” Then John consented.
As soon as Jesus was baptized, he went up out of the water. At that moment heaven was opened, and he saw the Spirit of God descending like a dove and lighting on him.
And a voice from heaven said, “This is my Son, whom I love; with him I am well pleased.”
— Mt. 3: 13-17

Well, it wasn’t anything like that today at St. Mary Magdalene, where I was formally received into the Roman Catholic Church. No heavenly parting of the clouds, no angels ascending or descending or dancing on the head of a pin, no voices from above, nothing like that.

Not that I expected anything like that, mind you.

But it was, nevertheless, a moving and splendid occasion. And it was all over in five minutes. After Fr. Greg’s homily, my name was called, and, along with seven other candidates, we were prayed over by Fr. Greg, our sponsors, and the whole congregation. Then each of us were anointed with holy oil, and voila!, welcome to your new lives as Roman Catholics. Later on, I received Eucharist just like everyone else, waiting in line for Jesus’ Body and Blood to be given by two female Eucharistic ministers, and that was it.

And that’s the way I always wanted it to be. No muss, no fuss, just the next step in my spiritual journey beginning like my fellow candidates. The beauty of today’s occasion was in how very ordinary, in its own typical extraordinary way, it all was. I was just a part of a faith community coming together before the Lord, bringing all our various lives, personal stories, wants, needs, desires, sins, and celebrations just as millions of others have done for two millennia. The only difference being, this time, their numbers were increased by eight souls who sought only to come home to Rome, the Church of Peter, and Paul, and all the apostles, and all the fundamental and foundational sacramental traditions and teachings that have been taught, followed, ignored, debated, and rigorously defended since them in any number of ways, to take and receive the Real Presence of the Lord’s Body and Blood for the very first time.

It was humbling, exciting, and exhilarating to have finally taken that step. Now, on with the rest of my life, wherever and however that might lead.

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April 24, 2010

Today was “Preparation Day” in terms of getting all of us candidates for reception into the Roman Catholic Church ready for tomorrow (Sunday). Two dozen of us gathered for two hours of prayer, meditation, and no small amount of sharing, and everybody (I think) is just at the point where we say, enough already, let’s get on with it!

There was, however, a nice closing to today’s session: all of us gathered around a table containing a large basin of water and many small cruets of water, for everyone there. We were then asked to pour the contents of one of the cruets into the basin, signifying the different religious traditions, backgrounds, and life experiences we were bringing with us to the Roman Catholic Church. The water was then blessed, and we were then asked to dip our cruets back into the water and take it home with us as a reminder of this special occasion.

Sometime tomorrow around 10 AM AZ / Pacific Daylight Time I will no longer be an Episcopalian, I will be a Roman Catholic. A new beginning. A new life. Blessed be God, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, and blessed be His Kingdom now and forever. Amen!

In doing so, I will have forsaken and cast aside forever the Christian tradition I was baptized into and raised; a Church that is virtually unrecognizable in terms of its doctrine and traditional teaching and practice from that I not just grew up in, but pursued ordination to the priesthood only fifteen years ago. I leave a Church that is not just hemorrhaging membership, but, more importantly, hemorrhaging its very soul and future. I leave a Church whose devoted laity has been horribly disserved by apostate leaders at the national and diocesan level who long ago traded two thousand years of Christian doctrine, traditions, and teachings in favor of an alternative triune god called “acceptance, tolerance and adversity”. I damn those leaders for reducing a once rich and vital branch of Christianity to irrelevance, ridicule and a slow, agonizing death. And for what? To make gays, lesbians, and transsexuals feel good about the sexual and lifestyle changes they have made in their lives by ordaining as priests and bishops those like them? How pathetic.

But all that’s in the past. You’ll never hear another word from me about the Episcopal Church and its rapid and assured disintegration, for those concerns – and that life – is all in the past. I can only wish all the family and friends I leave behind in that tradition my best wishes, thoughts, and prayers – the road ahead is not going to be pretty.

Interestingly enough, over the past two years I’ve come to realize all the crap going on in the Episcopal Church actually has very little to do with the step I am taking tomorrow. Does it in some way enter into the equation? Of course; it would be disingenuous on my part to say otherwise. But the fact is, I’m not leaving the Episcopal Church as much as I am joining the Roman Catholic Church and the tradition and faith lived out through Henri Nouwen, Thomas Merton, St. John of the Cross (whose Christian name I will be taking upon my reception into the Roman Catholic Church, BTW), John Henry Newman, Dorothy Day, Scott Hahn, and Mother Angelica, all of which have played an influential and formitive role in my own spiritual development and growth these past 15+ years. These giants (what other word fits?) have, in their own very special ways, molded and shaped my theology and spirituality to the point where Anglicanism, even with all its reverential beauty and contributions to Christianity over the past five hundred years, no longer had any relevance, meaning, or attraction to me.

As a Roman Catholic, I freely and willingly embrace a Church not without its own significant amount of problems, but thank God they at least know what they fundamentally believe and teach: it’s far easier for an organization to deal with the troubling issues it faces when it knows what it believes and how it is supposed to live out those beliefs. As a Roman Catholic, I begin a new phase in a life journey I know not why I’ve been led to or even how it will end. But that’s OK.

After no small amount of time, and no small amount of prayer, contemplation, and internal debate, the time has come. I’m heading for home. I’ll tell y’all about it tomorrow. Please keep me in your prayers.

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April 23, 2010

Slowly, almost excruciatingly so, The Great White Shank household is coming back to normal. Thanks to a new install of Microsoft Office 2007 and running some recovery utilities provided by our Geek Squad guy, our PC is pretty much back to where it was four weeks ago. All personal data and e-mail back and everything. Pretty cool. Actually, it looks a lot better, since, because Little Half Pint chewed through our wireless mouse / keyboard doohickey, we have a fresh, clean new Logitech keyboard that’s a pleasure to type on.

The tile guys have completed all their work as well – today it was sealing the grout in the master bathroom’s new shower area. As we took one final stroll around the house (granted, it took all of a minute), Juan remarked how much an improved look the laminate and travertine flooring has given the house. “It no longer looks like shit”, said Juan, as only he could. All that’s left is the shower door, the patio slider, and some fresh paint to brighten up the place, and that will be it for “Suburban Renewal 2010”.

Sure, the rabbits are pissed – no more carpeting to gnaw on – but we like it.

Back to the computer. It’s amazing just how much you get accustomed to stupid programs like Microsoft Outlook. Even with all the recovery activities we have implemented over the past two weeks, raising this machine from a glorified boat anchor to a functional PC again, Tracey didn’t feel like it was all the way back until she saw Outlook and all our personal folders and our Inbox filled with 400 e-mails we’d never quite gotten around to filing. Now if I can only get the sound package to work we’ll be back 100%.

Haven’t blogged about politics much over the past few weeks, but let me say two things pertinent to Arizona politics:

1. Although recent polls still show him leading former congressman J.D. Hayworth for the Republican Senate primary race by anywhere from 5-10 points, I predict Hayworth ultimately takes him. If McCain had run as forceful a campaign against Barack Obama in 2008 as he is against Hayworth, he just might have pulled that election out. The locals around here (me included) were willing to give McCain the benefit of the doubt, but his running against a Republican opponent much harder than he did against a Democrat for the White House strikes people as wrong (not to mention, in my mind, showing his true colors), and I think it turns against him in the long run.

2. Governor Jan Brewer signing that controversial immigration control bill into law was the right thing to do. Out here in the East Valley we don’t see what’s happening on the ground no more than an hour or two away from here, but folks I know that travel a lot to Tucson say the situation is becoming quite dangerous there and something needed to be done. President Obama can moan and groan all he wants, but the fact is, states absolutely do have the right to protect themselves from invasion if the federal government refuses to do so – see Article IV, Section 4 of the Constitution. Anyone waiting for Obama to do anything to protect this country from anything, let alone illegal immigration, don’t hold your breath. Maybe it’s not necessarily the most politically expedient thing to do, but Arizona is doing the right thing. (Link courtesy of Instapundit)

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April 22, 2010

We’re getting closer to the end of our “suburban renewal” project, and I can’t wait. At first it was a unique experience, then it became merely interesting, now it’s a total drag and I want all of these strangers outta here so I can wash my floors and dust!

Today was a real zoo – the tile guys were here to finish up tiling the kitchen island, the movers came to deliver the refinished desk and credenza (they came out beautiful), the plumber was here to install all the new master bath hardware, and the glass guy came to measure the shower door solution.

But at th same time, our patio door screen door finally disintegrated, so it looks like we’re going to have to bite the bullet on that sooner or later. The more things change, the more they stay the same.

I’m not complaining. All of the work that has been done (yes, pictures to follow one of these days if we ever get our PC totally operational, but that’s another story, entirely!) has been beautiful and served to transform this former mausoleum into a thing of beauty. It’s been expensive fer shure, but it was needed and well worth doing.

I’ll just be glad when it’s over. And the end is near and the final result is coming into focus. But in the meantime, what a zoo!

Say, that’s a great excuse to link to this great video. My favorite U2 song, very edgy….

As edgy as I guess I feel tonight.

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April 20, 2010

Considering that I’m only days away from being received into the Roman Catholic Church, I was hoping this could be a week where I could set some time aside for prayer, meditation, and contemplation, but that doesn’t look like much of a possibility at this point. Two 20+ hour work days have left me bleached out and worn out; the only saving grace being I’m alive, in good health (at least I think), blessed with good friends and family, and well aware of the need to make more room for God in my life. I’m not complaining, mind you, it’s just there’s a huge part of me that feels like I was called to a religious vocation and it’s been more than apparent for a while now that God either could care what I think, or has other ideas beyond my ability to comprehend.

It is good, I think, to recognize this in both myself and my own life situation. The easiest thing in the world (at least in my mind) would have been for God to grease the skids to accommodate my own selfish desires; it is living far more truer to His designs for me that I should have to work for the solitude in His grace and presence that I both crave and can never seem to find. As Frank Sinatra once sang, “That’s Life”

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April 18, 2010

volcano“Now, I don’t know, I don’t know where I’m a gonna go when the volcano blow.” — Jimmy Buffett, “Volcano”

Mother Nature seems to be on quite a roll lately – between major earthquakes, extreme winters with record above and below temps and precipitation, and now Eyjafjallajokull – the volcano in search of a few additional vowels so the common man can prounce it more easily. Consider it Mother Earth’s equivalent to the Obama administration’s excesses in spending and government power grabs.

It’s been raising all kinds of heck with travelers wishing or needing to go to and from Europe, but I’m guessing as time goes on there will be more impact than just hassled travelers in need of a new Dunkirk boatlift. We all know that whenever there’s trouble on a global scale somewhere, the earth is too small, and the socio-economic systems of all nations now too intertwined, to localize the impact of this sort of thing.

Hence, this link to Business Insider’s The Money Game is quick to point out. Higher prices? A reduction in global temperatures? A harsh 2010-2011 winter? Who knows…

But these kinds of things, I think, are useful – if only in that they provide us with yet another timely reminder that, when you get right down to it, we’re really not as in control of our lives, or anyone else’s, for that matter as we’d like to think. And I think that’s a good thing. Humankind needs a good slap upside the head every once in a while.

(Hat tip on the links: Free Republic)

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