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Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Flapping Wings

First Published Tuesday, December 30, 2003. The Following link
will not work at this late date.

We're all supposed to be dead by now - The Washington Times: Pruden 
on Politics: " Here's what my Internet correspondent reminded me of 
(and if you see it on the Internet, it must be so): 

'According to today's regulators and bureaucrats, those of us who 
were kids in the '40s, '50s, '60s and '70s probably shouldn't have 
survived. Our mothers put us in cribs covered with bright-colored 
lead-based paint.

'There were no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets, 
and when we rode our bicycles into traffic (bike paths were unheard 
of), we had no helmets. If we didn't feel like pumping a bike up the 
hills, we could always hitch a ride with strangers. There were no seat 
belts or air bags. Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day 
was particularly special.

'We drank water from an old garden hose, not from a bottle. One 
bottle of bellywash could be shared with up to four friends, drinking 
from the bottle, and no one died.

'We gorged on cakes, pies, candy, bread and butter, and anything 
we could find with lots of sugar in and on it, and we were never 
overweight because we were always running through the 'hood. "

I can add that I have lived through the frights over nuclear holocaust 
with backyard bomb shelters [a must item in the 60's], fears over the 
coming ice age cause by global cooling, the Red Scare focusing on 
Ike who was a conscious member of the communist conspiracy
according to Robert Welch, the dread of a silent spring where no 
birds would sing because they would all be dead by pollutants in 
the air and water, overpopulation so that there would be no room 
for us to stand on this cold and polluted and starving planet, global 
warming evidenced by snowstorms and hurricanes so that we would 
all fry, and worry about lesser matters like meteor or planetoid 
crashes into the earth or the sun burning out or exploding. 

Guns were an especially evil and needed to be confiscated--or 
at least licensed and tightly controlled before they ganged up on 
humans and spread death and misery everywhere. But the scares 
sold newspapers, magazines, and provided jobs for people who 
couldn't find anything useful to do except scare people. 

The scare-mongers wanted a monopoly on the scare business so 
they warned about preachers who spoke of divine judgment and 
hell fire. The scare-mongers only feared personal hells, not 
collective ones. In the churches the trouble was with the organs 
and long sermons--these were replaced by guitars and women 
giving "devotionals." After all, doctrine divides good human beings 
and brings war and hatred. Let's see who can show the most love 
by believing as little as possible. 

After all, the world is a stinking place, and the only way to postpone 
the Horror, the Horror, is to catch a little love somewhere and to 
have someone who is easy on the mind. It wouldn't matter where 
you found the love, because true love will be willing to let the bird 
go, so you can have her if you can catch her. The greatest fear of 
all is to entangle your life with "commitments" for they just drag you 
down and get in the way of what you might want to do. How can I 
be true to myself if I constantly make commitments to others? 

A person did not fear the disgrace if he was a liar, an adulterer, a 
sodomite, or a prolific producer of bastard children. The f- word 
gained respectability, but if a person used the n- word you were 
dead, which you also were if you called a football player a little 
monkey, a term used by Howard Cosell, a term which he also used 
with respect to his grandchildren. The greatest fear was not to 
conform to the prevailing standards of non-conformity and social 
correctness, which imposed a societal strait-jacket worse than all 
the landed gentry of Europe in the last five centuries.

The only thing we had to fear was fear itself, and there were a great 
many people who made careers by junk science and phony "studies," 
financed by government, to make us afraid of things we had never 
thought of before. We wouldn't listen to our mothers who tried to 
make us put our galoshes on, but we meekly surrendered to seat 
belts and other meddling from the Nanny State. See my article on 
the Nanny Church in the Nanny State.

Yep, it's a wonder any of us is alive. Some of us aren't. I remember 
a boy I went to school with who burned himself up about 50 years 
ago while stealing gasoline from a farm vehicle. Another boy drank 
himself to death. They didn't listen to their mothers or fathers, but 
that generation seemed to surrender without a struggle to the Nanny 
State, buying into the propaganda that bureaucrats know what is best. 

They hated their mothers and fathers and surrendered liberty without 
a peep to governments. After all, they were an enlightened bunch who 
were assured that they were the first to walk the earth who knew what 
was wrong with the world and that they would fix it up to be safe for 
everyone, especially for those who didn't seem to care much about 
the Ten Commandments.

Solomon said it best, Proverbs 12:10 "A righteous man regardeth the 
life of his beast: but the tender mercies of the wicked are cruel." A 
good man will be recognized even by the animals he owns, but the 
tender mercies of the ungodly unhinge everyone around them. If we 
have many more tender mercies from this crowd who are experts on 
what we are to be afraid of, none of us will survive. Let us follow the 
example of Nehemiah and "chase them from us." Nehemiah 13:28

Don't despise small things. That butterfly flapping its wings in Moldavia 
might very well cause a hurricane in Miami. I, for one, will keep my 
wings flapping as long as I can.
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