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We Built This

old lionYes, we be lions, and yet, we have allowed ourselves—even chosen—throughout our lives to be ruled by dogs, accepting the morsels and straw they so graciously meted out to us, while believing their grandiose lies with which they convinced us the morsels and straw were caviar and silk, while promising even tastier and finer was to be had in the days to come. And now, we grumble and roar, threatening to leave the cages they’ve duped us into constructing around ourselves, but the roars sound like mewling whimpers to the dogs, for they know we will not bite.

And so, from our separate cages, we angrily shout, “Revolt! We must become as one and revolt!” Ah, but even mild revolt in the form of such things as boycotts of products made by the worst of the dogs, proves to be weak and pointless, and does nothing to loose the bonds and return to us the freedom we have allowed them to take from us. “We must fight then! A revolution!” But then, slowly we begin to see and understand; Revolution can only occur when the mass of rebels is larger or stronger than the current governing body. And the problem with a mass made of human souls is one of unity, and such unity will never occur to the degree necessary in a country—a world—that consists of millions, even billions, of souls; each of which believes it alone has the only real solution to the world’s quandaries.

Yes, a strong singularity of purpose may place many into a vehicle that will carry them toward a common destination. But as time passes—and it passes quickly when the wheels of revolt begin to wobble—some will choose to ride in another vehicle, some will choose to walk, and still others will choose to return to safety via the bus—fully fueled, warm, and comfortable—provided them by the establishment/status quo of the dogs. In any case, division will ultimately occur, and defeat will always follow. The dogs know this.

And so it is; though we be lions, we have no teeth, for our growling and grumbling is done from the confines of our individual—and quite comfortable—cages, and fear of what awaits us should we venture out is what keeps us within. And so… we lie down in our comfortable beds, nibble at our morsels, and sigh, as we admit to ourselves… we built this.

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I Don’t Think So

The rise of the spirit of independence? *independence

A new kind of rebellion is brewing?

I don’t think so.

From where I’m sitting, all I can see Americans brewing up are lattes and designer beers, and the only spirit I see anyone vehemently demonstrating is for their favorite sports team. And, regarding the latter, I have to ask; Read the rest of this entry »

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Shades of Gray

We often see the world as being many shades of gray, when the reality is things are more clearly black and white than we want to admit. Read the rest of this entry »

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Who’s In Charge Here?

Sometimes, we see or hear of rulers who are evil and wicked, and we wonder how God can allow them to be in charge of a country or region. The fact is, God is in charge and, eventually, evil rulers will answer for the terrible things they’ve done. Read the rest of this entry »

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Life is Hard… then… You Die

And then they die

Yes, life is hard for many, and it often seems some lives have no value or meaning. But, I believe that in some way—maybe in many small unnoticed ways—each and every person who spends time on this earth has an impact on something or someone. I believe every moment of every life has meaning and purpose.

The following was added May 29, 2020 ~  C Mashburn

I came across this post in my FB memories this morning, and after reading it, especially in light of what’s going on in our country today, I couldn’t bring myself to publish it without adding the following:

But… what about those who are not good and decent? What about those who are just plain evil? Well, in my humble opinion, based on my belief that God is ultimately in charge, I believe He uses even bad people to accomplish His plan for this world and what comes after we are finished here. It’s that simple.

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Things Certain

As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man

There are only four things certain since Social Progress began.

That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,

And the burnt Fool’s bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;

from The Gods of the Copybook Headings ~ Rudyard Kipling

 

The following poem was inspired by Jack London’s short story, The Law of Life. As I read it, I could not help but draw a parallel between the death of the old indian, Koskoosh, to the state of—possibly the dying of—our country. Read the rest of this entry »

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What’s In Your Closet?

At the grocery store the other day, I ran into a guy I used to work with. He has a slight lisp, and his ”s” sounds like a “th” sometimes. You know; lisp becomes lithp. Anyway, he’s the type that likes to get your dander up by bringing up subjects he knows irritate you, and he immediately asked me what I thought about a certain hot political topic. Read the rest of this entry »

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No Place to Hide

I wrote this last Friday, but decided the introduction to it was a better write, so I wound up posting it (the introduction), in the form of the poem, Right or Wrong. Read the rest of this entry »

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Right or Wrong

Right or Wrong

 

The battle rages on

But nothing really changes

There is good, and there is evil

And I suppose there is something in between

But is there?

I don’t think so

 

But then, that’s just my opinion

And right or wrong

Some will hate me for it

And, therein lies the problem

 

The world has become

A society of my-way-or-the-highway

And if you take the wrong road

You are the enemy

 

Copyright © 2013 C Mashburn

 

 

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Hoping

Hope is defined as; to desire with the expectation of fulfillment. I define it quite simply as faith. I wait expectantly for many good things to happen in this world, and more than anything I daily hope that good will triumph over evil. I do not hope in vain; I expect it to happen. Read the rest of this entry »

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