Monday, December 27, 2021
Digging for Truth
Sunday, November 14, 2021
Somnambulant, No More
Tuesday, October 19, 2021
Trading Up
Help Wanted
Sunday, April 25, 2021
Comply, I don’t think so!
In elementary school, I was told to color between the lines. I often did not. I creatively expressed myself outside the lines until I was instructed to conform to the image on the page. If I had continued down that creative path, I may have become a great artist celebrated for my unique style and bold strokes outside the ordinary, outside the lines. Yet, I did conform because a teacher insisted on it.
I was told to share my toys when playing with others and conform to the social norm of keeping harmony. I would think to myself, “but they are my toys.” Why do I need to share my possessions to please someone else just because they desire it? I was forced to conform and give up my possessions because someone else thought I should do so.
In a civil society we are told we need to conform to get along; to make things function in an orderly way. Often, we are told we must do for others first. We are coerced through peer pressure, or family or government to do something because others want us to or mandate us to or force us to. I fundamentally reject this assertation of conformity by coercion.
It may be nice and considerate to think of others first, such as when opening a door for someone if I get to it first. Or, letting someone go ahead of me in a check-out line if they have only one item and I have a cart full of stuff. That is just a common courtesy and I do it often. I like to do things voluntarily when an opportunity arises or to invest in others because it makes me feel better as an individual to share when I want to, not when some authority figure demands I do so.
I voluntarily receive a flu shot every year, even this past year. I did this to lessen the chance of catching a virus since I would normally travel for business several times every month, working trade shows, attending board meetings, and making sales calls. I was perhaps being optimistic that I would travel again sooner than later. The flu, the common cold, and many other illnesses did not disappear when the Wuhan virus appeared. There is still a chance of catching one of these common illnesses even with a once-a-year vaccination.
The Wuhan pandemic changed everything through fear, uncertainty, concern for one’s own safety, and the safety of those we care about. At first, through an abundance of caution, we voluntarily isolated ourselves with our immediate families or individual situations for two weeks to “flatten the curve.” Then, we were told by experts to wear a mask to help slow the spread of the virus. Then, we were told do not wear a mask, then wear a mask, then social distance, (no thanks, I physical distance, yet stay socially engaged), wash your hands for twenty seconds, then put on lotion to keep your hands from falling off, then wipe down every surface, then, sanitize everything, etc., etc., etc…
I am through complying with commands from so-called experts. Their opinions are just that, opinions. Their educated guesses can be considered; however, their perspective should not be mandated into law. We are better served as a nation to have a debate, discussion, and then legislation if needed. Even if it saves one life it is not a reason to force others to do something against their will. I am more concerned about living my life fruitfully and without fear, than cower in the world of, “what if.”
Many people I know, especially older family members and friends are getting the COVID-19 vaccine, which in reality has not been approved by the FDA and is still an experimental drug. That’s great for them. It has given them a sense of relief that they can start to resume their lives again. I was on the fence weather I should get the experimental drug myself. Then, that old feeling of when I was a kid and being told I must do this for the good of others reared its’ head. I have done my research. I am being badgered by my doctor, family, and friends to get the experimental drug. The more people push me to conform, the less I want it.
Celebrities, politicians, friends, and family show themselves receiving their shots, or show their experimental drug cards on social media as if to state, I conformed, I am considerate, I am doing what must be done to get back to normal. Others, have a badge around their social media picture, extolling their perceived virtue. Yet? Is this the path to normal? Conforming to what others insist you do? Isn’t this conformity a new way of shaming those who do not comply? Now, the government wants to add their weight to the scale. Are “vaccine passports” far off?
Recently, Jen Psaki, President Biden’s Press Secretary, answered the rumors that the Biden administration was developing a vaccine passport. “We are going to provide guidance, just as we have through the CDC. There’s currently an interagency process that is looking at many of the questions around vaccine verification, and that issue will touch many agencies as verification becomes an issue that will potentially touch many sectors of society.” Psaki continues, “A determination or development of a vaccine passport or whatever you want to call it will be driven by the private sector. Ours will more be focused on guidelines that can be used as a basis.” Psaki’s statement reminds me of a former president’s phrase “if you like your doctor, you can keep your doctor.”
It is only a matter of time before politicians, bureaucrats and interested parties will be requiring private business to follow their public rules which will include showing your “papers” or an app with the appropriate social rating score to enter a public library, a concert, or a sporting event. The technology exists to digitally follow your every move and make you comply with the people in power. This social stigma is now enforced with mask mandates which, in my research, do more harm than good. There are experts on all sides for and against this argument. So too with vaccines.
A risk calculator from the Chinese Center for Disease Control and Prevention last updated February 21, 2021, notes my risk of catching the Wuhan Virus is high for my age group, 36 in 1000 https://www.omnicalculator.com/health/covid-mortality-risk. Putting this into perspective, your risk of your home catching fire is 1 in 219. The risk of a serious car accident is 1 in 18. The risk of becoming disabled on the job is 1 in 14. Even at these high-risk levels, I will take my chances. Living is a risk.
The incremental usurpation of our individual liberties continues to erode day by day. Getting a vaccine should be a person’s free and informed choice. If a private business wants to mandate mask-wearing, they should have the choice to do so. If a private business wants to offer mask-less service, they should have the choice to do so as well. Then customers can decide where they want to do business. That’s the beauty of a free exchange society. Trading value for value. When politicians, bureaucrats and interested parties use coercion and threats of revocation of business licenses under the guise of businesses mandating behavior, that is not the free market at work.
My research notes the vaccine offers a false sense of security and is just another power play by those in control. If individuals choose to get the experiential drug, that is their personal decision. However, there are many like me that are not sold on the ability of this experiential drug to eradicate the virus. If this experimental drug is as safe as so many medical experts opine, why not open up the opportunity to try other experimental drugs for cancer treatments or other medical conditions?
I prefer to wait it out until all those who want to take the experimental drug, can get it. I think I will mull it over for a year or two and then consider it or perhaps by then we will be at herd immunity. But, as of today, I will not comply.
There are many who will try to “vaccshame” me into getting the vaccine. Like anything else in our current identity-driven, false systemic racism, and overly woke world, I may be chided because I choose not to go along to get along. #stopvaccshaming #mybodymychoice #Iwillnotcomply
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Wednesday, March 17, 2021
Catching Leprechauns
People love celebrating holidays and special occasions. On Independence Day I often dress up as Uncle Sam and recite the Declaration of Independence. On Halloween, I build a Haunted House to spook the kids in my neighborhood and give them a chilling experience dressed as some monster or ghoul. On St. Patrick’s Day, I wear green, listen to traditional Irish music, eat corned beef and cabbage and raise a glass of Guinness to the Saint’s honor. St. Patrick’s Day is special to me, for it is also my birthday. I have always felt a kinship to the Irish people because of this. I love their history, literature, sense of humor, and their myths.
The leprechaun in Irish folklore is intriguing with their short stature and mischievous merriment, hiding their pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. The real gold is sharing the celebration of our unique cultural heritage. Celebrating other people’s special holidays, backgrounds, and experiences is one of the joys of life.
Yet, today in some hyper-sensitive enclaves, especially on college and university campuses, you can only celebrate from afar. Cinco de Mayo is observed on May 5th to commemorate the Mexican Army's victory over the French Empire at the Battle of Puebla. If celebrated by wearing a Mexican sombrero, poncho, and throwing back some Coronas with chips and salsa watch out. Someone is likely to shout, that’s cultural appropriation, especially if you are not Hispanic. Juneteenth is known as Freedom Day, a holiday celebrating the emancipation of those who had been enslaved in the United States. If celebrated with a barbecue and some soulful Blues, watch out. That’s cultural appropriation, especially if you are not black. Really!!! Who the heck gets to decide what’s cultural appropriation and what is not?
My step-daughter joined her Mom and me for our Passover Seder, which marks the Exodus of the Children of Israel from Egyptian slavery when God “passed over” the houses of the Israelites during the last of the ten plagues. My wife, who is Presbyterian, can cook up traditional Jewish foods better than members of my family. After eating a steaming bowl of “Jewish penicillin,” Matzo Ball Soup, my daughter exclaimed, “I love being Jewish. The food is awesome.” We all laughed. Isn’t this what celebrating other cultures and heritages is all about? Enjoying our similarities while discussing our differences in a civil and understanding way.
Having grown up in the sixties and seventies, I have experienced the shift from reasoned discussion to radical indoctrination in places of work, worship, and learning at all levels. Some elite college professors and special interest student groups, who are in fact the biggest dividers, are the most ignorant among us. Too often this cult of the unenlightened twist, turn, and misinterpret history and ideas to fit a narrative. Acknowledging other people’s cultures and heritage creates the wonderful melting pot of experiences we, as Americans, get to celebrate. The idea of E Pluribus Unum – Latin for “Out of many, one” should be held in such high esteem that it is etched on the hearts of all Americans.
Sadly, the dividers of the left continue to group individuals into color, race, religion, sexual orientation, and class. It is long past the time to stand against this tearing down of Western Civilization and say, “enough.” If you have a problem with my celebrating your holiday or heritage, that’s on you. I am fortunate to have friends of every race, religion, and background. We often agree to disagree, and that is alright because as friends we are free to have differing opinions without being canceled or called out for an idea that is diverse.
I attended a Catholic University and loved the experience because it was the right school for me to attend. There I learned the quote from Saint Francis of Assisi who lived in the 1200s. “First seek to understand, then be understood”. Or better yet, understand yourself then you might be able to understand others, celebrate others, enjoy their rich diversity of customs, cuisine, and traditions. Most importantly understand their wisdom.
It is time we push back on those who will not accept that we are all created equal as humans; that no one is more human than another. We are all equal under the law and should be treated with dignity and respected as individuals, not groups. The equity crowd that believes the myth of lighter-colored skin pigmentation equates to privilege needs to have their lies exposed and extinguished.
Leftists are always looking for power and pots of gold in other people’s pockets, creating their own mythical leprechauns to taunt us and telling impressionable young minds that there are elusive dragons to slay. In the battle of ideas, it’s time to stand up and say enough of this on the good Saint’s Day. Lift a glass of your favorite beverage and give a toast to the exterminator of snakes from the land. Sláinte!
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Sunday, February 7, 2021
The Blessing of 2020 and the Promise of 2021 and Beyond
For many 2020 will be remembered as the lost year. The year we lost our job. The year we lost a family member, a friend, or a co-worker to the Wuhan virus. The year we lost our freedom. However, human beings are resilient creatures and can repair themselves as is done in the art of Kintsugi embellished with those scars which become part of our unique lives.
One of my mentors, the writer, and business expert, Jeffrey Gitomer once said, “Resilience is not what happens to you. It’s how you react to, respond to, and recover from what happens to you”. The precious elements used in rejoining the pieces of our lives making us whole again maybe those things that are certain in life.
You can achieve certainty by focusing first on yourself. Take the time to learn something new and build on your strengths. Again, as Gitomer says, “To read, to write, to prepare, in order to think and create.” Have the faith in yourself that you can accomplish something.
Next, you can embrace the time together with family and friends. Or help and support those who are in need of your assistance. There is awesome power in giving of yourself voluntarily to assist someone. It is a gift given, not something taken. These are the adhesives of our existence, binding our imperfections and flaws into a celebration of life.
2020 illuminated how dependent we are on those who bring us together. The producer who makes the goods or grows the crops we consume. The driver who transports those goods to market and delivers them safely. The energy worker converts the natural, raw materials and turns them into useful entities to move those goods, or heat and cool our homes and businesses. The small business owners who invest in their community, employ local people and provide the framework of our economy. The innovators and improvers who take ideas and implement them into action and dare to believe that their discoveries can become the next thing we could not live without. All this fosters our human flourishing.
2020 exposed the weakness of experts who believed their knowledge was correct; however, they lacked understanding, interpreting facts without wisdom. They break things that are not broken hoping to fix them with their abundance of education, but they lack the exercise of education. They look at imperfections as a challenge to be fixed. They believe human flaws can be perfected, yet lack the understanding that man is not malleable to be heated up and bent into a mold to be replicated.
Humans have a rich history of trial and error. We try, tinker, and tack together ideas that are separate yet once combined create something new, often marvelous, and at once magical. Too often we don’t revel in our mistakes, we don’t take a risk because we fear the embarrassment of failure. We want perfection yet we don’t spend the time to perfect. The imperfect and the flawed shows a timeline of use that reminds me of the lines left by laughter and tears on a person’s face. Those lines show a life well-lived.
2020 gave our political class license to stop that living, to stop that production, to stop that sustenance of human connection because of the fear of dying. The power they derived from the meek, the unquestioning, the afraid, gave them added incentive to act against our interests. Like the seasons, the political year proved a harsh and bitter winter. The ill winds remain and the elements continue to lash and beat at us. As winter always turns into spring and then into Summer we can prepare, plan, and plant our future, broken and torn apart as we may seem. There is always hope. There is the will and human desire. There are dreams.
Find the flaws and imperfections to embrace. The promise going forward into the new year and the new decade remains. Celebrate each day as a new interval of time. Invest and improve in yourself, flaws and all. Defend freedom like a once broken piece of pottery, it is delicate. There are those who, in their rush to perfection break what took wisdom to build. There is solace in knowing that even a broken object, though not perfect, can be mended back with the golden embrace of wisdom. Our Kintsugi is the promise of that idea of America. It is alive in the hearts of her people and can be pieced back together
Happy 2021.
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