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This article is a great summary of what I’ve seen in this campaign…especially since Palin came into the picture, but admittedly with my candidate Barack as well. Impression over truth.
MCCAIN LIES
Obama will raise taxes
“Palin and John McCain, the GOP presidential nominee, have been more aggressive in recent days in repeating what their opponents say are outright lies. Almost every day, for instance, McCain says rival Barack Obama would raise everyone’s taxes, even though the Democrat’s tax plan exempts families that earn less than $250,000.”
“For now, there appears to be little political reason to back down. A Washington Post-ABC News poll taken Sept. 5 to Sept. 7 found that 51 percent of voters think Obama would raise their taxes, even though his plan would actually cut taxes for the overwhelming majority of Americans.”
…Bridge to nowhere
“Palin’s position on the bridge that would have linked Ketchikan to Gravina Island is one example of a candidate staying on message even when that message has been publicly discredited. Palin has continued to say she opposed a project she once campaigned for — then killed later, only after support for it had collapsed in Congress. “
OBAMA LIES
“Obama and the Democratic National Committee asserted for months that McCain wanted to keep U.S. troops fighting in Iraq for 100 years, when, in fact, the context of McCain’s 100-year statement was a comparison to U.S. bases in Japan and Germany. McCain explicitly said the troops would be there only if the country was at peace and there were no casualties associated with their presence.”
A McCain quote Obama has often used — that the economy is fundamentally sound — is months old. Since he said that, McCain has said almost daily that the economy is struggling. As for exaggerations, Obama said yesterday that he had supported a measure in the Illinois Senate to double the number of charter schools in Chicago. In fact, he was one of 14 state senators co-sponsoring a non-controversial measure that passed unanimously. “

Brian Rants



Apr
15
Posted by brianrants at 5:22 pm

Ok after yesterday's post I've decided I need to settle down. Getting
too emotionally involved

The virus of 24 hour news is infecting my mind. The fact is, with
stories like Hillary's sniper gaffe and Obama's bitter gaffe, the 24-
hour-news culture NEEDS there to be a story.

The beauty of newspapers is everything is slightly behind. It gives
time for reflection and analysis. With internet news, it is all just
knee-jerk reactions to what may or may not really be a big deal. I
read Obama's statement, and you can disagree with it, but it was just
not the controversial watershed comment they need it to be.

So I'm going to ration my viewing of internet news. Stick to op-ed's
on washington post, etc. A little more reflection and analysis put
into those.

As it stands now…
1. Barack Obama
2. John McCain
3. Hillary Clinton

There probably isn't anything they can say in the primary season to
change that current stance.

Mar
28
Posted by brianrants at 11:47 pm
I liked Huckabee even before this, when I heard him talking about being “Pro-Life” not ending at birth. This increases my respect even more. McCain should strongly consider picking him as a VP.

As easy as it is for those of us who are white to look back and say, “That’s a terrible statement,” I grew up in a very segregated South, and I think that you have to cut some slack. And I’m going to be probably the only conservative in America who’s going to say something like this, but I’m just telling you: We’ve got to cut some slack to people who grew up being called names, being told, “You have to sit in the balcony when you go to the movie. You have to go to the back door to go into the restaurant. And you can’t sit out there with everyone else. There’s a separate waiting room in the doctor’s office. Here’s where you sit on the bus.” And you know what? Sometimes people do have a chip on their shoulder and resentment. And you have to just say, I probably would too. I probably would too. In fact, I may have had … more of a chip on my shoulder had it been me

Mike Huckabee, offering his perspective on the preaching of Rev. Jeremiah Wright. (Source: MSNBC)

Here is one of my favorite quotes, first shared with me by Tim Pynes
>
> "Jesus is asked 183 questions directly in the four Gospels. He only
> answered three of them forthrightly. The others he either ignored,
> kept silent about, asked a question in return, changed the subject,
> told a story or gave an audio/visual aid to make his point, told
> them it was the wrong question, revealed their insincerity or
> hypocrisy, made the exactly opposite point, or redirected the
> question elsewhere!
>
> Check it out for yourself. He himself asks 307 questions, which
> would seem to set a pattern for imitation. Considering this, it is
> really rather amazing that the church became an official answering
> machine and a very self-assured program for 'sin management'.
>
> Many, if not most, of Jesus' teaching would never pass contemporary
> orthodoxy tests in either the Roman Office or the Southern Baptist
> Convention. Most of his statements are so open to misinterpretation
> that should he teach today, he would probably be called a
> 'relativist' in almost all areas except one: his insistence upon the
> goodness and reliability of God. That was his only consistent
> absolute."
>
> Richard Rohr
>

These words are deeply spiritual, and stir a deep sadness within me.
=============
Yonder sky that has wept tears of compassion
upon our fathers for centuries untold,
and which to us looks eternal, may change.
Today is fair,
tomorrow may be overcast with clouds.

My words are like the stars that never set.
What Seattle says the Great Chief at Washington can rely upon
with as much certainty as our paleface brothers can rely upon
the return of the seasons.

The son of the White Chief says
his father sends us greetings of friendship and good will.
This is kind,
for we know he has little need of our friendship in return
because his people are many.
They are like the grass that covers the vast prairies,
while my people are few
and resemble the scattering trees of a storm-swept plain.

The Great, and I presume, also good,
White Chief sends us word that he wants to buy our lands
but is willing to allow us
to reserve enough to live on comfortably.
This indeed appears generous,
for the Red Man no longer has rights that he need respect,
and the offer may be wise, also
for we are no longer in need of a great country.

There was a time when our people covered the whole land
as the waves of a wind-ruffled sea covers its shell-paved floor.
But that time has long since passed away
with the greatness of tribes now almost forgotten.
I will not mourn over our untimely decay,
nor reproach my paleface brothers for hastening it,
for we, too,
may have been somewhat to blame.

When our young men grow angry
at some real or imaginary wrong,
and disfigure their faces with black paint,
their hearts, also, are disfigured and turn black,
and then their cruelty is relentless and knows no bounds,
and our old men are not able to restrain them.

But let us hope that hostilities
between the Red Man and his paleface brothers
may never return.
We would have everything to lose and nothing to gain.

True it is, that revenge,
with our young braves is considered gain,
even at the cost of their own lives,
but old men who stay at home in times of war,
and mothers who have sons to lose,
know better.

Our great father Washington,
for I presume he is now our father as well as yours,
since George has moved his boundaries to the North
- our great and good father, I say,
sends us word by his son,
who, no doubt, is a great chief among his people
that if we do as he desires he will protect us.

His brave armies will be to us a bristling wall of strength,
and his great ships of war will fill our harbors
so that our ancient enemies far to the northward
- the Simsiams and Hyas,
will no longer frighten our women and old men.
Then he will be our father
and we will be his children.

But can that ever be?
Your God is not our God!
Your God loves your people and hates mine!
He folds His strong arms lovingly around the white man
and leads him as a father leads his infant son
- but He has forsaken his red children,
He makes your people wax strong every day
and soon they will fill all the land;
while my people are ebbing away
like a fast receding tide that will never flow again.
The white man’s God cannot love his red children
or He would protect them.
They seem to be orphans who can look nowhere for help.

How, then, can we become brothers?
How can your Father become our Father
and bring us prosperity,
and awaken in us dreams of returning greatness?

Your God seems to us to be partial.
He came to the white man.
We never saw Him, never heard His voice.
He gave the white man laws,
but had no word for His red children
whose teeming millions once filled this vast continent
as the stars fill the firmament.

No. We are two distinct races,
and must remain ever so,
there is little in common between us.

The ashes of our ancestors are sacred
and their final resting place is hallowed ground,
while you wander away from the tombs of your fathers
seemingly without regrets.

Your religion was written on tablets of stone
by the iron finger of an angry God,
lest you might forget it.
The Red Man could never remember nor comprehend it.

Our religion is the traditions of our ancestors
- the dreams of our old men,
given to them by the Great Spirit,
and the visions of our Sachems,
and is written in the hearts of our people.

Your dead cease to love you
and the homes of their nativity
as soon as they pass the portals of the tomb.
They wander far away beyond the stars,
are soon forgotten and never return.

Our dead never forget the beautiful world
that gave them being.
They still love its winding rivers,
its great mountains and its sequestered vales,
and they ever yearn in tenderest affection
over the lonely-hearted living,
and often return to visit and comfort them.

Day and night cannot dwell together.
The Red Man has ever fled the approach of the white man,
as the changing mist on the mountain side
flees before the blazing morning sun.

However, your proposition seems a just one,
and I think that my folks will accept it
and will retire to the reservation you offer them,
and we will dwell apart and in peace,
for the words of the Great White Chief
seem to be the voice of Nature speaking to my people
out of the thick darkness that is fast gathering around them
like a dense fog floating inward from a midnight sea.

It matters little where we pass the remainder of our days.
They are not many.
The Indian’s night promises to be dark.
No bright star hovers above his horizon.
Sad-voiced winds moan in the distance.
Some grim Nemesis of our race
is on the Red Man’s trail,
and wherever he goes he will still hear
the sure approaching footsteps of the fell destroyer
and prepare to meet his doom,
as does the wounded doe
that hears the approaching footsteps of the hunter.

A few more moons, a few more winters,
and not one of all the mighty hosts
that once filled this broad land
or that now roam in fragmentary bands
through these vast solitudes or lived in happy homes,
protected by the Great Spirit,
will remain to weep over the graves of a people
once as powerful and as hopeful as your own!

But why should I repine?
Why should I murmur at the fate of my people?
Tribes are made up of individuals
and are no better than they.
Men come and go like the waves of a sea.
A tear, a tamanamus, a dirge
and they are gone from our longing eyes forever.
Even the white man, whose God walked and talked
with him as friend to friend,
is not exempt from the common destiny.
We may be brothers after all.
We shall see.

We will ponder your proposition,
and when we have decided we will tell you.
But should we accept it,
I here and now make this first condition,
that we will not be denied the privilege,
without molestation,
of visiting the graves of our ancestors and friends.

Every part of this country is sacred to my people.
Every hillside, every valley, every plain and grove
has been hallowed by some fond memory
or some sad experience of my tribe.
Even the rocks,
which seem to lie dumb as they swelter in the sun
along the silent shore in solemn grandeur
thrill with memories of past events
conne
cted with the fate of my people,
the very dust under your feet
responds more lovingly to our footsteps than to yours,
because it is the ashes of our ancestors,
and our bare feet are conscious of the sympathetic touch,
for the soil is rich with the life of our kindred.

The sable braves,
and fond mothers,
and glad-hearted maidens,
and the little children who lived and rejoiced here
and whose very names are now forgotten,
still love these solitudes
and their deep fastnesses at eventide grow shadowy
with the presence of dusky spirits.

And when the last Red Man
shall have perished from the earth
and his memory among white men
shall have become a myth,
these shores will swarm with the invisible dead of my tribe
and when your children’s children shall think themselves alone
in the field, the store, the shop, upon the highway,
or in the silence of the woods,
they will not be alone.
In all the earth there is no place dedicated to solitude.

At night, when the streets of your cities and villages
shall be silent and you think them deserted,
they will throng with the returning hosts
that once filled and still love this beautiful land.

The white man will never be alone.
Let him be just and deal kindly with my people,
for the dead are not powerless.
==================
Chief Seattle, a hereditary leader of the Suquamish Tribe, was born around 1786, passed away on June 7, 1866, and is buried in the tribal cemetery at Suquamish, Washington. The speech Chief Seattle recited during treaty negotiations in 1854 is regarded as one of the greatest statements ever made concerning the relationship between a people and the earth – that speech, published in the Seattle Sunday Star , Seattle, Washington Territory, October 29, 1887, is reproduced here for you.

Jan
27

You know the Romans 10 thing about believe in your heart that God Raised Jesus from the Dead…yeah I disagree with that… Let me explain.

I’m reading a book called “Out of the Question…Into the Mystery” By Leonard Sweet. In there he says the following about belief (2 Selections):

The word believe is an ancient compounding of the verb be and the noun life. To “believe” is to “be live”–to live your being to trust your “being” to “life.” The root meaning of believe as “credo” did not originally mean nodding in intellectual assent; it meant “to give my heart to” or “to hold dear” or “to love.”



The real question of a true believer is “Who are you going to ‘belove’? Who are you going to give your whole self to?”…Until we can rehabilitate the original and true meaning of belief, it would be better to use some other expression. That is why I refuse to call disciples of Jesus “believers.” It sets the bar so low that even Lucifer would qualify. If one understands “belief” as intellectual assent, even the devil is a “believer.” If the demons “believe and tremble” [as the Bible says], they’re actually doing better than some of us. At least they are trembling.

I really don’t have much to add to Mr. Sweet. Getting back to my original statement, of course I believe Romans 10:9-10…but not as it comes across in our culture. The word belief is like pop with too much ice that has been sitting out for two hours since the party ended. It’s too weak.

Sweet argues in his book that earmark of Christians is faith…not belief. Do you believe slavery existed? Sure. Does that make you committed to diversity and racial reconciliation? Not necessarily.

Do you believe in Jesus? Sure. That makes you a believer, but not a be-lover. Am I a lover of Jesus? Are you?