Monday, December 29, 2008

Israel, you want peace in the Middle East?

Israel, you want peace in the Middle East? Here is what you can do...
By: Ken LaRive

1.) Reinstitute the original term Zionism to mean a Jewish Homeland, and not a Jewish State. Make this emphatically public. Stop using religious taboo to hide behind. Listen to your own Orthodox Jews who so overwhelmingly oppose your tactics. Change your flag to a peace sign, pure white on a field of gold... or perhaps this coexist symbol above?

2.) Stop Imperialism, and withdraw into your defined borders. Church and State is not the American way. If you want land, buy it, and with your own money. It should be my idea to help you, and I should not be forced if you do not represent my values, or what is good for America.

3.) Do not use high explosives in densely populated areas. Every time you kill an innocent child or person, you are creating more hate for you, and me, that will last generations.

4.) Become a True Democracy, where all religions and peoples are recognized and respected, with representation for all. America backs you now and has for fifty years, so why do you wipe your boots on what we stand for?

5.) Have a proper judicial system patterned on the justice of US and international law. Hear grievances in an open forum, and make it public. Become accountable for your actions. If you don’t want to be held responsible for crimes against humanity, do not commit them. Make the Israel Motto “What goes around comes around,” and perhaps you will see the problem, and how to fix it.

6.) Stop threats of complete nuclear annihilation of countries, which promote fear and further division. There is nothing to cause more hate and discontent than to make threats against the very existence of a people. You don’t like it, so why do it to others?

7.) Stop spying and stealing American technology. Quit using the money we give you to lobby our politicians to give you more. It shows you care little or nothing for us Americans who are flipping this bill, as you play us for fools. Stop riding on the back of American taxpayers, and stand on your own two feet.

8.) Do what is right from this point on and the world would someday forgive you. Make amends by becoming righteous, not only for your mostly secular regime, but for the good, right and liberty of all men... If you are truly a Jewish Homeland, promote and follow the teachings of your G-d, the Ten Commandments, the very basis of the Jewish-Christian laws of your primary friend and benefactor, America.

9.) Acknowledge that Israel is the birthplace of many religions, and respect that by stopping the wholesale desecration and destruction of meaningful religious sites for the sake of greed, the price of that property. Acknowledge the property that has been stolen, and give it back.

10.) Love your neighbor as yourself, and leave vengeance to G-d, as he who lives by the sword will die by it. Don’t expect the world, or America, to back you if you are in the wrong. Some of them have a free press and know you by the work you do, recorded and posted. It is coming to light now here again in America, as Truth is again becoming important in spite of your efforts at falsehood. What you do is becoming more and more evident with growing resentment that your negative accountability is in our name. If we are going to go to WW3, we should look closely as to why, and many fingers are pointing to you around the world...

Sunday, December 28, 2008

What to do? Faith to ward a cosmic joke...

What to do? Faith to ward a cosmic joke...
By Ken LaRive

A born optimist, (I have been called that); I have given men the benefit of the doubt. They have most often failed me however.

I know, as a situationalist, that there must to be something bigger, something far more sensitive, something more to believe that can transcend the thoughts and actions of men. Though I have tried and found little truth, I can’t loose my faith in God. Seeing myself so small, so vulnerable, I choose to believe. You see, it seems that if I didn’t have that particular kind of faith, I could not go on. I would not do myself in, but I could no longer consider myself a human being, as everything would then be considered some great cosmic joke.

Christmas is a time of reflection, and with the world in such turmoil these days, it seems my thoughts go to some of the more somber times. Though this happened between thirty-five and fifty years ago, I remember them like they had occurred yesterday.

I have seen a child with MS ask his dad to walk. His dad knew he would not live to see twenty five, and I remember his face as he carried him on Boy Scout outings with us. He, his dad, brother and mother are al long gone now, but their faith and goodness stay with me every day.

I once listened to the grandmother of a girl of 17 on her death bed begged her mother not to let her die. She said: “Mom, I want to live. I don’t want to die! Help me mom...” She told me of the anguished cry from the mother as she held her those last hours. Those memories stay with me, as I watched each of them go.

I have watched our country slowly die, and what made us great, what we held up to God as example, disintegrate by evil, self motivated and self centered ideals, and the fear that fills our hearts as change sweeps over us unchecked. Its memory fills me with such loathing, such loss, I seem paralyzed. What we find is out of our control saps the strength from our arms. What men have done for power and control our children and their children we will pay for, no doubt.

I have watched grown men, grandfathers, fist fight at a stop light, and while I could barely shave I watched the flash of bombs falling in pristine jungles with words like “Fuck You” and “eat this” written on them by my friends...

...a live cow put into an augur by a forklift, the skinned cats of PI, the elephants of Equatorial Guinea, and their cries of pain eco in my mind, They remind me of the many many things I have seen us do to animals around the world, so insensitive we are to pain not our own.

I have seen a pile of cubes, black on one side and white on the other, piled on my neighorbor’s lawn, a cut up black lady, and her husband in handcuffs, when I was six.

I watched a government official cry on television as my parents were dying in the heat, without water, and I was blocked from going to them by officers and snipers who both thought what they were doing the right thing, and the officers who took their own life that night.... oh God.

I watched children in my neighorborhood grow up to be suicidal homosexuals, alcoholics, and child abusers. A woman burned to death because of the bars she had put up for protection, a man who killed himself and his wife because of the horrible cancer she had, and the man who lost his daughter because she tried to hold in vomit at Mount Carmel, and no one knowing what to do to save her, and he, just two years later shot dead in front of his wife and their other child by three men in a car wanting his wallet in broad daylight in front of his house freshly painted with a Christmas wreath of twinkling lights, as the man who had poisoned his dog just a year before, for barking at night, came to his rescue trying to stop the blood from poring from his chest, (he cried and cried, they all did, but he died in their bloody arms), and I at twelve, had just set cherry bombs with fuzzy fuses in front the house across the street because I didn’t like one of his red-headed daughters... He died of cancer, his wife long gone of leukemia, his house leveled by Katrina, and forty years of dust and wind... is a run-on sentence that still runs-on in my mind’s eye. Racial riots on my ship coming back from Vietnam with 600 men hurt, three men OD from drugs in a war zone not declared, a black man kicked to death by boys who were dressed and acted just like me, my friend’s girl friend cutting her neck as she went through the wind shield, the old man who died alone and wasn’t found for weeks across the street, the twin who died on a motorcycle at 16, and this is the tip of what is swimming in my head... What is in yours?

No matter where we point there is pain, hardship, anger, fear and longing hunger of the spirit. I see hope dashed by those who feed on diversity, bogus news without truth, without love, and I see children speeding down Camellia in their parents 120k cars that could possibly do 180KM on the Audubon. I see ignorance revealed, jealousy, envy, and greed dominating this world, and money's corrosive yoke dividing us like seeds from hulk. What are we to do? Turn a blind eye? Watch television, jack off, drink your self into a stupor, lock your doors, turn on the alarm, write an article of fact that the newspaper won’t print because it will piss-off someone? Trade truth for money?

How can we look at ourselves in the mirror? We are arguing about what the word marriage means when we had 40 million abortions since Roe VS. Wade? Too harsh to talk about during Christmas time? What better time, when drunks are on our streets, eight more deaths in NO tonight by Mexicans killing blacks to control the drug cartel we require? We vote a man in and in retrospect admit we did it because he seemed the lesser of two evils? That stirring up the pot will somehow make the changes necessary for a better world, hoping he lied and will do the right thing, voting him in, in spit of knowing his record... as I was told at a Christmas party? Can’t we find one man among us who is honest enough, savvy enough, insightful enough to bring us into this world of ears being grown on rats, human cells instilled in vegetables and animals, computers with emotion and insight and self awareness, where clones are being done without moral considerations, and our liberties and freedoms taken from us without a fight! Without so much of a whimper! ...we grovel to a few who tell us what to think do and say by taboo both religious and social! Are we gutless!

Yes, I believe in God. I see his works every day in the smallest of things. I see the small fern on the side of my house trying to take hold, to push roots into the mortar where a few drops of water have fallen to discolor the brick from a leak in the copper gutter. I see the carpenter bee drilling a hole in the overhang, and though I know they are destroying my home a little at a time, I seem now very reluctant to harm them. Over sensitive? What comes to mind when my best friend called me just days before he died to tell me he should have listened to me not to smoke. Does his voice seem clear to me as I see the girl with beautifully painted nails roll down her window so as not to stink up her car from the cigarette between two long perfectly formed fingers made by God? Her lungs fill with 600 chemicals, but her interior smells of new leather! Do I love her? A person I don’t know, but so similar to myself at that age? What have I learned, and what can be said when the same mistakes are being made over and over again, compounded by uncontrolled change for the sake of change, without wisdom, and without the common sense of a damned monkey!

I can’t correct this essay properly. Every time I read it I cry. Strange isn’t it.

I think about the world we are leaving for our grandchildren, and the gravity of it weighs heavy, because I know that God had nothing to do with this. It is men who are responsible and it will be men with vision, optimism, and hope that will have to save us here on earth. What happens after is in God’s hands, but now, for now, we are responsible, and there are precious few who are.

What to do? Do what is right! We know nothing about what we have until it is lost, and that says volumes about our nature. The loss is so great it is unfathomable to those who follow the code of ignorance is bliss, as the world continues to devour itself without a thought for tomorrow.

Monday, December 22, 2008

Gun Control in a polite society

Gun Control in a polite society
By: Ken LaRive

There are some among us who care little or nothing for life. Now that our economy is down, those anti-social misfits will become more evident. New Orleans has horded these malcontents long before my family’s flight in 1976. It looked like the hand of God had washed them away during Katrina, some even shot as snipers, but they are indeed back in greater numbers. Though our Governor has promised to make positive changes long before his election, nothing seems evident in this regard. It is agreed by FBI files that it is more dangerous to travel through New Orleans then our two war zones. Our Crescent City is now considered the most dangerous place to live in America.

Last month New York made it illegal to carry a hand gun in the City Limits with the hope of curtailing crime. Crime has escalated in spite of the attempt at bogus numbers. All around the country it is known and well documented that the worst crimes are committed in gun-free zones, and schools are a primary example. A recent article by Ron Paul made note that shooting sprees are unlikely to take place in a gun and knife show, or a military base, the point being that a truly polite society is an armed society.

We looked again in awe last month as nearly 200 people were gunned down in India. None of them were armed, as guns are illegal, but those terrorist had no trouble securing them, and the innocent were shot in the back as they tried to run. Those who do not respect the law or the rights of men, whether they be organized crime, terrorists, or a dictating government, guns will be utilized...

Some Democrats want our guns. They have said so on many occasions. History shows the dynamic changes that take place when a society is at mercy of power, and no greater example is Hitler’s genocide. If a government is to truly control it’s populous, first they must disarm them. From my life’s observation, no other time can I remember where government was regarded with so much mistrust and disdain. Expanding social and ethnic problems stimulate drug trafficking and violet crime, compounded by the masses of illegal’s coming through unsecured borders has never left us more vulnerable. It seems that only when something is taken away is it truly appreciated... including freedom, liberty, and our safety.

We should be very wary if any legislative attempts to limit ownership of guns. Automatic weapons such as machine guns should be eliminated, but hand guns, high powered rifles with scopes, and shotguns are our constitutional right to bear. Though many of our rights and liberties have recently been curbed, we have a natural right to protect ourselves, and that takes precedence over any man-made law. Every country we have ever warred considered our weapons before an invasion attempt, and this kept us safe and free. A free society is one who can defend itself, and politely put, we had better hope that our government has the good sense not to attempt it. I just can’t see our country giving them up easily.

What government would, for its own well being, pit brother against brother? But then, it seems evident that these polarizations that so divide us, are indeed manufactured by them.

Our polarized country and economic downturn is unquestionably the fault of governmental intervention. It is said we are fighting an illegal war according to UN mandates, mandates we previously help set, and so it seems evident that the ideal of our new order of government would seemingly think little of our rights and liberties if we couldn’t defend them. There is ostensibly little difference between the aisles in this regard. We should have trust and faith, not fear or phobia for our government, or the society they have fashioned. But it seems that in finality, it is only in God we can trust.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

The defining crux of the American Republic

The defining crux of the American Republic
By: Ken LaRive

I dislike and mistrust President Elect Obama because of what he has stood for in the past, not for what he will most likely fail to do in the future. Simple math can tell there is no way he can implement the massive amount of spending and the inordinate taxing it will take to float his radical liberal proposals. It is just as well that he lied, because his attempts would have sunk us deeper into a socialistic-nationalistic state that is so opposed to the Capitalistic Republic that has sustained us.

We have only ourselves to blame if America sinks further, because once we stand back, history will reveal the true reason we are in this fine economic and political mess. We gave America away. As we watched television, played games, made no rational demands, stimulated by immediate gratification, we lost our country.

This economic fiasco is set not only by a selfish, agenda-motivated left, but also by a weak-natured blind right who have lost an understanding of what it means to be a Libertarian Republican in a Liberal Republic. Both factions sacrificed what was good for America to stay in power, but it is we who voted them in.

Obama and his associates, if given the chance, will indeed attempt to suck the life force from hard working Americans by a variety of hidden methods for redistribution of wealth, making collective America more dependant, week-natured, immoral, ignorant, pride less, and anti-social, but that is not carved in stone. These hollow promises can still be resisted. It seems evident that government no longer sees itself as representing us, and so it is up to us to stand between them and the ensuing domination they are attempting.

Our Social Security has been squandered as the largest Ponzi scheme this world has ever seen, and an orchestrated blame game hides facts from the American people by a biased liberal media. It is a method long used by all manipulative authorities in the world, and as disharmony is promoted among the populous, they continue to profit and remain in control.

I no longer see our government standing up for this singular principle, the crux that defines who we are. Government should do nothing but our collective bidding. If they do not, they should be voted or ousted out by the force of our residual constitutional rights. So entrenched, taking back our government will be no easy task. Only a liberated and united America can hope to see truth revered, and our rights restored.