An Enlightening Poem From Our Friend, Dave Dubya

Our friend, Dave Dubya, went to a lot of effort to write a very interesting poem which he shared with me in one of his many comments.  I wanted to share it with our readers and then answer some of the questions his poem asks.  I give you Mr. Dubya's poem:

Who are they, who we hear say?
“Fake news is the enemy of the people”
Enemies of Democracy, Enemies of Equality

Who are they, who we hear say?
“Global warming is a hoax”
Enemies of Democracy, Enemies of Equality

Who are they, who we hear say?
“We don’t want everybody to vote”
Enemies of Democracy, Enemies of Equality

Who are they, who we hear say?
“Tax cuts for the rich are what we need”
Enemies of Democracy, Enemies of Equality

Who are they, who we hear say?
“Public healthcare is not a right”
Enemies of Democracy, Enemies of Equality

Who are they, who we hear say?
“Public education is not a right”
Enemies of Democracy, Enemies of Equality

Who are they, who we hear say?
“We have the pandemic under control”
Enemies of Democracy, Enemies of Equality

Who are they, who we hear say?
“It’s the common cold, maybe the flu”
Enemies of Democracy, Enemies of Equality

Who are they, who we hear say?
“I take no responsibility”
Enemies of Democracy, Enemies of Equality

Who are they, who we hear say?
“Make America great again”
Enemies of Democracy, Enemies of Equality

It is a shame to poke holes in your poem, Mr. Dubya, considering you obviously worked so hard at it, but the truth must be heard with the questions your poem asks.

“Fake news is the enemy of the people” 

Yes, if it is not truthful, then it absolutely is the enemy of the people.  It misinforms and tells lies to propagate a dangerous socialist agenda.  It ignores the wrongs of the left and characterizes rioters as “mostly peaceful protesters”.  It questions President Trump’s mental condition and ignores the fact that Joe Biden cannot even hold a press conference without having answers written for him on a teleprompter.  It seeks to destroy one side and not inform, as journalism is supposed to do.

“Global warming is a hoax”

No.  ANTHROPOGENIC global warming is not proven science.  It is a means to further a Marxist agenda by the left.  I give you the green new deal as evidence of this.

“We don’t want everybody to vote”

I do NOT want everybody to vote.  I want only registered American voters to vote.  I don’t want illegal aliens or felons to vote.  I know that cuts into the left's voter block though.  I’d prefer that voters also are educated on the candidates and the issues, but if they are registered American voters, even the ignorant have a right to vote.

“Tax cuts for the rich are what we need”

First, while I have never had a poor man offer me a job, that is also false propaganda.  Bush’s and Trump’s tax cuts helped middle class families immensely, especially with child tax cut credits.  The problem is that the bottom 50% of American tax payers account for less than 5% of the national tax burden.  The leftists in congress describe anyone with an above-minimum-wage job as rich evidently.  Further, Trump's tax cuts were a significant reason as to why the American economy grew so strongly before the Covid nightmare.

“Public healthcare is not a right”

What?  I thought Obama and Biden fixed this already with their expensive and largely useless Obama-care.  Oh, that’s right.  Now Biden is going to fix healthcare… again.

“Public education is not a right”

This is a new one that I haven’t heard before.  Public education is an absolute necessary good for our nation.  That said, the NEA and other teachers’ unions are part of the problem.  They have leftist agenda-driven teachers that are often incompetent in the subject matters they teach that do nothing more than indoctrinate our children into being minions and “peaceful Marxist protesters.”  Get rid of the teachers’ unions so we can have some accountability of our educators and throw out revisionist lies like the 1619 project.  It would be nice if we had teachers and parents that cared enough about education to actually, well... educate.  It is a disgrace that America lags so far behind other countries in math and sciences, among other critical subjects.

“We have the pandemic under control”

Yes, I am sure a complete shut-down of the economy under Joe Biden for six more months will save us all.  The pandemic is dangerous; however, it has been exaggerated for political purposes in order to create financial instability and weaken Trump’s re-election chances.  Luckily, most people see this for exactly what it is.

“I take no responsibility”

I assume this is a direct quote from Nancy Pelosi.  Perhaps after she was caught being “set up” when she violated the law for all of us common folk and went and got her hair done in a shut-down salon.

“Make America great again”

Who says that?  Americans that love this country and its rights, freedoms, liberties, and opportunities for everyone, regardless of creed or color.  We The People who love and support the notion of E Pluribus Unum; we say that.  The left abhors that idea though.  If the nation takes many diverse people and makes them into one America, then the Left loses their victim card of pitting various groups against each other.  They lose their adversarial sexist agenda.  They lose all of their identity politics agenda they have fostered in order to divide our nation.  Yes, lets make America great again for ALL Americans.

Thank you for your poem, Mr. Dubya.  It was very telling and enlightening.

 

A Veteran Died Today

He was getting old and paunchy
And his hair was falling fast,
And he sat around the Legion,
Telling stories of the past.

Of a war that he once fought in
And the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with his buddies;
They were heroes, every one.

And 'tho sometimes to his neighbors
His tales became a joke,
All his buddies listened quietly
For they knew where of he spoke.

But we'll hear his tales no longer,
For ol' Joe has passed away,
And the world's a little poorer
For a Veteran died today.

He won't be mourned by many,
Just his children and his wife.
For he lived an ordinary,
Very quiet sort of life.

He held a job and raised a family,
Going quietly on his way;
And the world won't note his passing,
'Tho a Veteran died today.

When politicians leave this earth,
Their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their passing,
And proclaim that they were great.

Papers tell of their life stories
From the time that they were young,
But the passing of a Veteran
Goes unnoticed, and unsung.

Is the greatest contribution
To the welfare of our land,
Some jerk who breaks his promise
And cons his fellow man?

Or the ordinary fellow
Who in times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his country
And offers up his life?

The politician's stipend
And the style in which he lives,
Are often disproportionate,
To the service that he gives.

While the ordinary Veteran,
Who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal
And perhaps a pension, small.

It is not the politicians
With their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom
That our country now enjoys.

Should you find yourself in danger,
With your enemies at hand,
Would you really want some cop-out,
With his ever-waffling stand?

Or would you want a Veteran
His home, his country, his kin,
Just a common Veteran,
Who would fight until the end.

He was just a common Veteran,
And his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should remind us
We may need his likes again.

For when countries are in conflict,
We find the Veteran's part,
Is to clean up all the troubles
That the politicians start.

If we cannot do him honor
While he's here to hear the praise,
Then at least let's give him homage
At the ending of his days.

Perhaps just a simple headline
In the paper that might say:

"OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING,
A VETERAN DIED TODAY."

H/T: Susie

Doctor Seuss For 2010

I do not like this Uncle Sam,

I do not like his health care scam.

I do not like these dirty crooks,

or how they lie and cook the books.

I do not like when Congress steals,

I do not like their secret deals.

I do not like this speaker Nan,

I do not like this 'YES, WE CAN'.

I do not like this spending spree---

I'm smart, I know that nothing's free.

I do not like your smug replies,

when I complain about your lies.

I do not like this kind of hope.

I do not like it. nope, nope, nope!

The Cowboy's Prayer

Jake, the rancher, went one day
To fix a distant fence.
The wind was cold and gusty
And the clouds rolled gray and dense.

As he pounded the last staples in
And gathered tools to go,
The temperature had fallen,
The wind and snow began to blow.

When he finally reached his pickup,
He felt a heavy heart.
From the sound of that ignition
He knew it wouldn't start.

So Jake did what most of us
Would do if we had been there.
He humbly bowed his balding head
And sent aloft a prayer.

As he turned the key for the last time,
He softly cursed his luck
They found him three days later,
Frozen stiff in that old truck.

Now Jake had been around in life
And done his share of roaming.
But when he saw Heaven, he was shocked --
It looked just like Wyoming !

Of all the saints in Heaven,
His favorite was St. Peter .

So they sat and talked a minute or two,
Or maybe it was three.
Nobody was keeping' score --
In Heaven, time is free.

'I've always heard,' Jake said to Pete ,
'that God will answer prayer,
But one time I asked for help,
Well, he just plain wasn't there.'

'Does God answer prayers of some,
And ignore the prayers of others?
That don't seem exactly square --
I know all men are brothers.'

'Or does he randomly reply,
Without good rhyme or reason?
Maybe, it's the time of day,
The weather or the season.'

'Now I ain't trying to act smart,
It's just the way I feel.
And I was wondering', could you tell me --
What the heck's the deal?!'

Peter listened very patiently
And when Jake was done,
There were smiles of recognition,
And he said, 'So, you're the one!!'


That day your truck, it wouldn't start,
And you sent your prayer a flying,
You gave us all a real bad time,
With hundreds of us trying.'

'A thousand angels rushed,
To check the status of your file,
But you know, Jake , we hadn't heard
From you in quite a long while.'

'And though all prayers are answered,
And God ain't got no quota,
He didn't recognize your voice,
And started a truck in Minnesota '

unknown author

BETTER KEEP IN TOUCH! :)

The General's Prayer

General Douglas MacArthur (1880-1964) was our nation's last five-star general. His fiery command of many campaigns in WWI, WWII, and Korea distinguished him as a true patriot. But MacArthur was also a man of prayer. "A Father's Prayer", written by the general "during the early days of the desperate campaigns in the Far East in WWII" is a model for every father today. The prayer follows:

Build my a son, O Lord, who will be strong enough to know when he is weak, and brave enough to face himself when he is afraid; one who will be proud and unbending in honest defeat, and humble and gentle in victory. Build me a son whose wishbone will not be where his backbone should be; a son who will know Thee and that to know himself is the foundation stone of knowledge. Lead him I pray, not in the path of ease and comfort, but under the stress and spur of difficulties and challenge. Here let him learn to stand up in the storm; here let him learn compassion for those who fail. Build me a son whose heart will be clear, whose goal will be high; a son who will master himself before he seeks to master other men; one who will learn to laugh, yet never forget how to weep; one who will reach into the future, yet never forget the past.

And after all these things are his, add, I pray, enough of a sense of humor, so that he may always be serious, yet never take himself too seriously. Give him humility, so that he may always remember the simplicity of true greatness, the open mind of true wisdom, the meekness of true strength. Then, I, his father, will dare to whisper, have not lived in vain.

The Strength of a Man

My beloved wife gave me a new journal last week upon her return from visiting her parents out of state. In that journal she had printed out a poem for me on the first page that I wanted to share. I do not know who originally penned the poem, but I admire and agree with thoughts this person so eloquently expressed and which my lovely wife shared with me.

It is funny how one's perspective changes. When I was young and single, I would have laughed at some of these lines. Now as I get older and see what truly is important in my life, I find these lines to be quite true. Perhaps I am getting maybe just a little bit wiser as I age. :)


The strength of a man isn't seen in the width of his shoulders.
It's seen in the width of his arms that circle you.

The strength of a man isn't in how many buddies he has.
It's how good of a buddy he is with his kids.

The strength of a man isn't in how respected he is at work.
It's how respected he is at home.

The strength of a man isn't in how hard he hits.
It's is how tender he touches.

The strength of a man isn't in the hair on his chest.
It's in his heart that lies within his chest.

The strength of a man isn't in how many women he's loved.
It's in how he can be true to one woman.

A Different Kind of Christmas Poem

The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.

The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.

The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear..
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the
sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.

Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.

"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..

To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."
"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.

No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at 'Pearl on a day in December,"
Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam',
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.

I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue... an American flag.
I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.

I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall.."

" So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done,
For being away from your wife and your son."

Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."

LCDR Jeff Giles, SC, USN