Thursday, November 13, 2008

Epaminondas

Today's Foreboding

Something of historic proportions is happening. I can sense it because I know how it feels, smells, what it looks like, and how people react to it. Yes, a perfect storm may be brewing, but there is something happening within our country that has been evolving for about ten - fifteen years. The pace has dramatically quickened in the past two.
Epaminondas 

As a practical thinker, one not overly prone to emotional decisions, I have a choice: I can either believe what the objective pieces of evidence tell me (even if they make me cringe with disgust); I can believe what history is shouting to me from across the chasm of seven decades; or I can hope I am wrong by closing my eyes, having another latte, and ignoring what is transpiring around me.

Some people scoff at me, others laugh, or think I am foolish, naive, or both. Perhaps I am. But I have never been afraid to look people in the eye and tell them exactly what I believe-and why I believe it.

I pray I am wrong. I do not think I am.

13 comments:

Anonymous said...

Is there a link to the entire piece?

AnnoyedOne said...

MCPO, yes. The first word (Epaminondas) of the post is a linky although its not working for me (timeout).

AnnoyedOne said...

The URL isn't working for me because the site uses a non-standard port (8081) which my firewall is blocking.

Rodger the Real King of France said...

http://tinyurl.com/6nrjfp

[Villagers with Torches] is also linked.

Anonymous said...

My blood pressure drops as I read this. I am heartened by one very large difference that Europe did not have. Rednecks. I am one, from the sticks of Oklahoma. Now living on the east coast.

I am heartened because I know those red states will rise up against this pretty quickly. They will not allow their guns to be taken. They have the food, the fuel, the water and the war fighters. Coastal regions be damned, there is a place where you can put your back to the wall and overcome this. Both coast together couldn't even whip Texas.

As Mr. Daniels said "Be proud you're a rebel, cause the Souths gonna do it again".

Anonymous said...

You're a redneck? Sorry. The term is already used to name a willfully stupid, obnoxious, bigoted, bible thumping, banjo strumming, shotgun toting, incestuous hick with greasy hair, poor dental hygiene and a pickup truck from the Southern parts of the U.S. Unless you meet these requirements then you are not licensed to call yourself a redneck.

Seriously, the word is just one rung up the evolutionary ladder from "KKK". It's a term of ridicule used against militantly anti-intellectual Cleetuses. Don't you have something better?

Anonymous said...

Fierce yuppy, my teeth are excellent. Don't get too hung up on labels.

Anonymous said...

It is surprising how on the same evidence, one moment I can see a communist (former relations, family, mentors) and in the next moment I can see a Clinton like unprincipled reach for power on conventional terms (Ron E. and other early appointments, transition team). I gues this is just another instance of BHO being a blank slate upon which one must project his own desires (fears),

Anonymous said...

How about a Bitter Clinger :-)

I was gonna name a new power boat "Redneck Nirvana" I ran the name by a few friends, the reaction were so varied, I turned it into a game. I was as bemused by the nose in the air types that were SO disdainful of the mention of "redneck", as by the folks that said "What's Nirvana mean?"

Anonymous said...

When Buddhists attain Nirvana they attain a state of emotionless non thought. What is Redneck Nirvana? Cletus on prozium?

Anonymous said...

Well, I'm a wedneck. And a wobber, and a wapist, too! And I'm afraid I'm probably a step DOWN from the KKK in my social attitudes right now. Damn sorry if that offends, but the article reflects the views of myself and many of my more gainfully employed, heavily armed friends. -Vice Sgt Boone.

Anonymous said...

Just remember, we good-old-boys own all the deer rifles and pump shotguns. All of them.

Anonymous said...

I pray he's wrong too. I shudder to think what might happen if he's right.

Fierce Guppy, if you check back to see the responses garnered by your comment, I'm not only a redneck, I'm a hillbilly too. When I'm in CONUS I drive an old pickup truck. My daddy raced dirt track with Lee Petty, Junior Johnson and Curtis Turner. I can tell you how to dress out a deer, skin a squirrel or butcher a hog. Or, if you prefer, I can explain how a nuclear reactor works or discuss non Euclidian geometry. I also have a JD and a couple of other degrees after my name. I paid for'em with the GI Bill, mining coal and working in a rock quarry.

For the sake of civil discourse I'll assume that you developed your idea of who we are from watching Deliverance and reruns of the Dukes of Hazard.

If you're not too hung up on labels, and would like to understand who we really are, I'd suggest a book authored by another hillbilly, titled Born Fighting. If you don't want to read a book by a redneck/hillbilly, he's also an Emmy award winner and the former Assistant Secretary of Defense and Secretary of the Navy.

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