Mr. Taunton's Message

 Now that our nation is in the process of ejecting donald trump from his reign as executive destroyer of the USA, we Christians can get back to our roles as being responsible citizens who are followers of Jesus Christ.

We do not know who will be the next Republican Presidential nominee, but it is now becoming an obvious fact that Americans are starting to see the cold, hard truth about the usurper who attempted to steal the 2020 election.

A few weeks ago I happened to listen to a podcast from Larry Alex Taunton. I was favorably impressed with his message, initially.

But in the middle of his message, he spoke favorably about the joker ex-president, so I steered my laptop and my attention from Mr. Taunton’s message. 

This morning, I happened upon a message from him with which I am in almost total agreement. 

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lu_xQBYZZME

If you are inclined toward the Christian worldview, or if you are not so-inclined, I recommend that you listen to his analysis and exhortation of what is happening to our society now because of the transies and other immoral, unnatural influences. 

Bottom line: The message of Larry Alex Taunton is highly relevant to Americans who want to stop our nation’s slow slide into both . . . trumpian anarchy on the right and transie-babylonist decadence on the left.

Now that we so-called evangelicals are in a favorable position to escape the corrupt influence of the self-obsessed demagogue who instigated a treasonous riot on January 6, 2021. . . now we can get back to the normal Christian life (as Watchman Nee called it)  instead of promoting  magamania like religious idiots.

As Gerald Ford had declared after we ejected Nixon in 1974, “Our long national nightmare is over”. . .

So is our long national trumpian tragedy approaching its inevitable conclusion; it is almost over. Thank God. And thanks to our United States Department of Justice. Now we can all get back to the business of being law-abiding American citizens. 

And all you Republican wannabee presidential candidates out there, please take note. Forget about donald trump; stop trying to imitate him.

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Glass half-Full

 In my 2007 novel, Glass half-Full, chapter 6, Marcus and Bridget visit the Lincoln Memorial. But their visit is rudely interrupted. . .

They came to an inner sanctum. Carved on the white marble wall in front of them were the words of the slain President’s Gettysburg address. Marcus stopped, taking in the enormity of it, both physically and philosophically. He was looking at the speech intently. Bridget was looking at him.

After a few moments: “Isn’t that amazing?

“Yes.” She could see that he was thinking hard about something. The great chamber echoed a murmur of humankind.

“Supreme irony.” The longing of a nation’s soul reverberated through the memorial… in the soundings of children, the whisperings of passersby. Deep within Marcus’ soul, something sacred was stirring, and she could see it coming forth.

“The world will little note, nor long remember, what we say here, but can never forget what they did here.” He was reading aloud Lincoln's words on the white wall.

But for the echoes of a million people who had passed through this place, there was silence. After a moment, Bridget responded. “…and yet, there it is carved on the wall, for all to see: ‘the world will little note what we say here….’”

“Right, Bridget. Isn’t it amazing?”

Suddenly, amid the noise was a loud shouting.

Marcus could hear where it was coming from. He moved quickly away, toward the noise, to see what was happening. Bridget felt the sudden coolness of air on her hand, in the absence of Marcus’ gentle grip.

As soon as he emerged from behind the marble column, Marcus was puzzled by an incongruous, glistening wet flash of red upon the feet of Lincoln’s statue. What the hell? Instinctively, he ran over to it. He could still hear a constant shouting; it was a ranting. Then his attention settled on the man who was yelling. He had a bucket in his hand, dripping with red paint. The rant went on, and suddenly Marcus was comprehending it: “…you sonofabitch see if you can get that off and then rub it on your white ass, your sorry white ass that destroyed what this country could have been you’re a traitor to your race.”

This must be a dream, a very bad dream.

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Sick and Tired of It

 I am sick and tired of all these poll-obsessed talking heads; I’m fed up with their rampant presuming that donald trump is going to be Republican nominee in ’24. 

It ain’t gonna happen; by the time our next election rolls around, donald trump will be in prison.

Furthermore, even if he is not a cuckoo jailbird, the former occupant of the oval does not represent the Republican party, the party of Abraham Lincoln.

Lincoln was our Commander in Chief who sent our soldiers out to the battlefields, to put an end to the massive insurrection of 1860-1865. He led us in that brave, blood-borne campaign to repair the Union of our United States. 

But now, donald trump has assumed command of the rebel oathers and the proudkids and  the other maga rioters who are attempting an uncivil war rerun. The orange fascist dicatator-wannabee summoned up his rebels on Jan6 to damn-near kill our Capitol Police Officer Fanone:

and to make our Reps and our Senators have to run for their lives:

But, as if that were not bad enough, there’s another grievious development that is driving me crazy. The Dems are not presenting a viable alternative; they’re all whacked out in their obsession with identity politics. 

I will not be joining the Democrats, which I left behind after their disastrous convention in ’68.

We the People of the Grand Ole Party of Abraham Lincoln now find ourselves in a dreadful situation. We need a leader who is willing to take the bull by the horns and dump trump.

Mike Pence, bless his heart, saved our Union from the riotous insurrection of Jan6. Mike did the right thing. I appreciate his righteous courage at that moment in time. But now he has sunken back into political meesh-mosh, trying to court the trumpian foxes by beating around the bush.

Your careful speeches, Mike, aint gonna cut the mustard.

Chris Christie is on the right track, but I don’t know if he has the wherewithal to wrangle the nomination away from all the trumpy wannabees; but he is the only one who is willing to tell it like it is.

So now I’ve come full circle in this rant. I am sick and tired of the poll-watching talking heads who talk about the orange maniac as if he will be the nominee.

But all credible indications are that donald trump will be in prison during the election of 2024.

P.S. I am sick and tired of all the magas who don't bother to read anything that will inform them of the danger that they are slowly but surely inflicting on our republic.

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Mactrumpth, a play

 Mactrumpth , a play by Willy Shakespurs

Scene I. A Capitol place. Shouting and Rioting

 

First Magahag: When will we meet again, in rebellion, rioting and rant?

Second Magahag: When the hurlyburly’s done. When the election’s lost and won.

Third Magahag:  That will be ere the casting of of the votes.

First Magahag:  Oh, where the Place?

Second Magahag: Within yon House and Senate Chambers.

Third Magahag:  There to promote Mactrumpth.

First Magahag: Yonder cometh Banonquo!

Second Witch:  Aye, anon, and Stonerugger  calls.

Third Witch:   And Eastmun, no doubt.

All: Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the maga air!

 

Scene II. A field near Ellipse

Thunder. Enter the three Magahags.

First Magahag: Where art thou bound, Two%er?

Second Magahag: To conspire with yon Prouddudes.

First  Magahag: And thou?

Third Magahag: Aye, like a rat without a tail, I’ll do, I’ll do, I’ll do until yon OathBeepers tweet.

Enter Mactrumphth and Banonquo 

Mactrumpth: So foul and fair a day I have not seen. Yet, anon, t’will be Wild!

Banonquo: How foul and fair indeed! Yet what are these magas so wild and heil’d in their attire? Surely they are Mads, for their oath  doth keep them in their ire, likely until Burn’um wood doth move against Congress’game.

Mactrumpth: Come, if thou can, ’t’will be wild!

First Magahag: All hail, Mactrumpth! Hail thee, King of Mactrumpth Tower!

Second Witch: All hail, Mactrumph! Hail thee, King of MoraLogo!

Third Magahag: All hail, Mactrumph, who shall be Prez hereafter!

All: Mactrumpth and Banonquo, all hail!

Mactrumpth: Stay, you rabid tweaters, tell me more: By hook or crook I know I am King of MoroLogo, and now of Ovalhovel. (aside to the cameras) Say, from whence ye maga-wizards in the cloud do come; Say! as you raise so perfectly this convenient Electoral disruption! As if I didn’t know! Behold thy smoke, in witch I espy yon gallows, prepared, no doubt, for Burn’um would to move against yon Bydun game!

Witches disappear in a cloud of insurrection.

(To be continued)

 

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My GOPpish Rant

Mike Pence is a highly principled man, a Christian, a good man. 

But when he entered the world of politics he got in over his head.

Even so, the main thing to remember about Pence was that, in our darkest hour, in our hour of peril, our moment of dangerous treason, he did the right thing.

We, as Americans, ought to be providentially grateful to Mike Pence for his decision, on January 6, 2023, to do the right thing.

Thank you, Vice President Pence!

But later, after the storm had passed and our threatened nation fell back into habitual politics, Mike turned dishrag politician, refusing to publically confront his former boss—chief magamaniac trump—refusing to call down trump after the storm of insurrection had settled back into the politics-as-usual. Don't forget this:

Now Pence is joining the pack of also-rans who are vying for the elephant party presidential nomination in ’24.

Meanwhile, all Legal hell is breaking loose for the magamaniac; the stuff is hitting the fan; the jig is up, the long arm of the law is closing in on the chief instigator of the Rebellion of ’21.

The elephant party chief political hacks and their teams—Pence, DeSantis, Scott, Haley and whoever other blahblahs are going out into the bright lights of media frenzy to smear the roar of the greasepaint and hear the roar of the crowd, all of them oval-office wannabees playing the game, but avoiding the most important challenge of all: to tell the cold, hard truth about donald trump’s attempt to undermine our Constitution and our Rule of Law and to to re-occupy the oval by trickery and deceit.

While Mike still plays politics.

But guess what. Who’da thunk it. Along comes a truth-teller who is willing to call the elephant in the rooom for what it really is: trump’s treason.

Who, you may ask, is the truth-teller?

Chris Christie. He has accepted the challenge that Steve Schmidt and a few other Republicans are raising. Chris is boldly acknowledging the evidence that is being brought forth by our Justice Department and the grand juries of America.

You go, Chris. Do your thing.

And Mike, you should start taking notes.

That goes for you too, Ron, Nikki, Tim, and all ye other wannabees of the elephant-in-the-room party. 

Oh, and one more thing. Don't let the transies take over. haha, just a joke (not really)

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The Second Versing

 Seventy-nine years ago, June 6 1944, our United States military forces joined with the British and our other Allies to enforce the beginning of the end for hitler’s nazi regime. A vast, intricately planned surprise attack was launched across French beaches on Normandy. That D-Day Attack would ultimately culminate in the defeat of hitler’s nazi attempt to destroy our civilized world.

Today, June 6, 2023, I was pondering what had happened in that amazing D-Day manuever. While contemplating the immense necessity—and success— of that offensive initiative, an old poem came to mind. . . The Second Coming. Irish poet W. B. Yeats composed it in 1919, when the terrible World War I had just been ended; World War II was just a distant nightmare that nobody could imagine as the World War I was just concluding.

Yeats’ poem prompted me to compose a 21-century rumination, using his verses as a framework for my view of what is happening in our world of  2023.

Burning and burning the Ukraine in fire

The Destroyer will not hear our world cry;

Things blow apart; the attacker will not stop,

As more warfare destroys European peace.

The fire-rimmed flame is lit, and everywhere

The ceremony of orthodoxy’s misused;

The Rus lack all decency, while dissidents

Fill putin prisons.

 

Surely some deliverance is at hand:

Some long-remembered June 6th command. 

A Kievan D-day Plan! Dare we hazard

Such a Hope as Euro Nato

To oppose the slings and arrows of putinian ire!

A shape with czarist body but stalinist head,

with gaze as blank and pitiless as snow

imposing gulag gloom on Ukrainian bloom

casting shadows of misplaced third reich doom.

The darkness barks again; so now we fear 

that a century of Euro sleep

is vexed to nightmare by a Goggish bear,

and what rough beast, its hour come at last,

slouches down from Moscow to make Europe torn?

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Veterans In Memoriam

 On the very first Vietnam draft  lottery, my number came up 349. So I was not drafted. But many of my generation did go to that war and serve our country. My neighborhood buddy Johnny joined and went. He was one of the lucky soldiers who didn’t have to make their return in a coffin. 

But 282,000 Americans were killed there.  On this Memorial Day, we honor them.

I published my novel, King of Soul, in 2017. It’s a story about what happened to our nation during that war. In honor of those dead soldiers and other personnel who did not make it back home, here’s a snippet from chapter 13. The setting is a battlefield in Vietnam, where we hear where we find what they were up against, and we hear:

       The sound of a chopper.

       Craig grabbed the radio and dashed to the center of the LZ. He heard a human voice coming out of the radio, “. . .was that you, Black Box Two-Niner?” 

        He saw the helicopter. Craig waved his arms like there was no tomorrow. 

        “Is it a hot LZ?” the voice asked in crackling, fucking miraculous splendor.

        “It’s pretty damn warm.”

        “Get ready,” came the reply.

        The H-34 dropped out of sight beyond a hill. A few eternal moments later, the big lovable green insect came a-flyin’, swooping down low over the mountain of the shadow of death. MARINES was painted on its tail. The blessed bird flared and hovered above those stumps that had earlier been trees.  And then there he —the  United States by-God Marine leaped out while his gunner buddy on the chopper kept up the fire cover. Green tracers whizzed all over the damned place, some of them whacking the skin and the glass of the chopper. 

         Craig was the last of the walking dead nine soldiers to get aboard. And so they were able—by  the grace of God and the fierce determination of them US by-God Marines—able to hover the hell out of there. And we were grateful. But we didn’t know it yet, because we could never really know, never truly understand nor appreciate,  all that he and his men had done that day: all the hell and high ordnance they had eluded that day, and just how perilously close that day was to being the big chill for them, so damned close to requiring of them their last full measure of devotion. And the appreciation that would later be  shown to them was cast into the shadow of a gray granite wall in Washington DC, but that was to come much later. 

In my generation, we have a unique memory that recalls not only the tragedy of that war and the grief of our friends and family members whose friends, sons and daughters, never returned.  We also pause in gratitude to those Americans—especially the soldiers— who died in all the wars and battles that have ever been fought on behalf of assuring the peace and safety of our United States of America.

This memorial day, I also remember and appreciate those law enforcement officers who were overwhelmed to the point of death in their defence of our Capitol on January 6, 2021:

Brian Sicknick and Howard Liebengood of the Capitol Police.

Jeffrey Smith and Kyle Defreytag of the DCMetro Police

Gunther Hashida, with Emergency ResponseTeam

Ashli Babbitt, USAF veteran

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