Darwin's Sacred Cause

Adrian Desmond has written an article which serves as something of a preview to a new book he has co-written with James Moore in which they assert Charles Darwin was inspired to arrive at his theory of evolution through his experience with slavery. So disgusted by the practice was he, that he proposed the theory at least in part as a way of asserting the universal brotherhood of all mankind. Of course, he didn't stop there. According to Darwin, all living things are related and descended from an original life form.

The BBC article makes for very interesting reading. Evidently, Darwin kept a great lot to himself, as it seems he was not the only one who propounded a similar theory, and he knew very well how other proponents of similar theories were treated by the scientific community of his day. Yet, he took it to the point that he was able to amass a body of work that could be presented as proof of the validity of the theory.

In so doing, Charles Darwin changed the world, and so has to be viewed as one of the great people of all time. I would go so far as to say it I were to make a list of historical figures whom I most admire, he would almost undoubtedly make my top ten. Even if I didn't agree with a single word of the theory of evolution, I would have to be impressed by the sheer brilliance of it.

Evidently, a group of churches in England agree with my perspective, and in recognition of his two hundredth birthday-as well as the 150th anniversary of Darwin's "The Origin Of Species"-have been holding a seminar in which they have discussed his contributions to science and ways in which they can get the point across that the theory of evolution does not necessarily conflict with religion.

Although I am sure many of the more literalistic minded, fundamentalist religions would disagree, I would have to say it's about time.

Wild Boars And Bores-And Other Miserable Beasts

It seems that early conservation efforts have produced an over-abundance of dangerous animals in a variety of places, including Texas, where the Texas State Legislature is considering adopting the same approach Sarah Palin has to reducing the wolf population in Alaska. Soon-and evidently it can't be too soon to suit the numerous farmers and ranchers of West Texas-you will be able to pay a fee in order to engage in the sport of aerial hunting. The target?

FERAL HOGS!

A word of caution though about that link. I used it due to it's focus on the Texas legislation, despite it's many inaccuracies, the most egregious being the statement by the reporter to the effect that, though feral hogs are dangerous to small animals and even some livestock, they are not dangerous to humans, from whom they would just as soon run away from "on their stubby legs".

In fact, they are as dangerous to humans as they are to any other animals. They are in fact very aggressive, especially when hungry or horny-which seems to be a perpetual state in all cases.

Aside from their aggression, they wreak havoc on plants and crops, thus endangering the food supplies of other animals in their native habitats. They will in fact eat anything and everything that is biodegradable.

A commenter to the article gives a compelling description of the feral hog, as well as a rundown of the many dangers it poses.

The feral hog population is completely out of control. We will do something about it when they take down a couple of kids near the populated areas. And when they get into a feeding frenzy, they will eat anything, including each other. I was riding around a ranch with the owner in South Texas and asked how do you know there are feral hog out here? He said "do you see any cow poop"? They travel in packs and they have werewolf-looking heads – snouts grow out, balding hair patterns, gnarly looking teeth that go ever which way, and beady little eyes mounted on the side of big ol heads. They are incredibly fast. And there are millions of them now. They have no known predator. They carry Brucellosis. They have nasty scent glands. The males are caped with an inch of tallow armor, a clavicle protecting a heart shot, a thick bone head that bullets glance off of. And they are smart until they get hungry or horny, then they make mistakes – just like us. And you can make them mad. Good eating, tho (ha!). But save the last pistol shot for yourself, if the hunt goes bad.

Admittedly, this is by no means an expert opinion, and the numbers that he cites-millions-are doubtless exaggerated, but it provides a good anecdotal backdrop to the story.

Here is another web-site that gives probably a more accurate description of the animal, along with numerous separate articles pertaining to them.

Some might mistakenly confuse them for wild boars, and although to a great extent they are part wild boar, an animal which was brought over centuries ago from Europe, they are for the most part predominantly the offspring of escaped or abandoned domesticated hogs, and native American wild hogs, which was seemingly the intended breeding target among those who brought the wild boar across the Atlantic. Now they are a big problem, not only in the ways previously listed, but due to the simple fact that they can live in, and adapt to, any type of terrain. Although they are relatively limited for now, this could easily change, given their adaptability and prodigious rates of reproduction.

Of course, there are some who object to the aerial hunting bill, though it is hard to conceive of how they could possible have the grounds to do so, and certainly garner any kind of significant support, especially in Texas, where this is a growing problem of some significance.

On the other hand, I never would have thought it possible that hunting bears would ever be illegal in Kentucky, but it was, and now that there is an official bear hunting season, opponents are trying their best to limit the kinds of weapons that could be used to kill these animals, despite the fact that they are with ever greater frequency finding their way into areas of human habitation. Despite the obvious danger involved here, the anti-bear hunting activists insist that hunters during bear season should be limited to flint-lock loading rifles and cross-bows, out of some misguided sense of fairness to the bears-one of which not too long ago broke into a man's house. Despite the fact that had the man not killed the bear it would have killed his dog and possibly himself, to say nothing of the property damage that might have resulted, the man was actually prosecuted.

Some people just don't get it, and probably never will. It's going to be interesting to see what kind of excuses these so-called wildlife activists come up with in Texas. I guess the folks there had better be thankful there are no Republican politicians supporting this bill who have a conceivable shot at achieving national office.

Palin v Judd

Evidently animal rights activist think farmer and ranchers like to kill wolves and other predators in what little spare time they have, as if they don't have more important things to do. As for the Inuit who subsist off of the moose and caribou populations in Alaska, evidently they need a cultural readjustment or some form of social retraining.

Sarah Palin is therefore taking heat from several animal rights groups, including the Defenders Of Wildlife, who have utilized the talents of actress and film star Ashley Judd in a promotional video in opposition to Palin's practices of paying bounties for the severed forelegs of killed wolves. You can see the video at the site by way of the link.

The Scotsman has what seems to be a pretty well-balanced piece on the controversy, but there is considerable more information to be found in Salon that gives a fairly detailed account of the activists position.

This following passage gives a pretty good indication of one of the major disconnects between the two opposing camps-

Detractors consider the airborne shootings a savage business, conducted under the euphemism "predator control." The airplanes appear in the winter, so the wolves show up like targets in a video game, sprinting across the white canvas below. Critics believe the practice violates the ethics of hunting, while supporters say the process is not hunting at all, but a deliberate cull.

Well, obviously the emphasis here from the vantage point of the pro-wolf hunting forces is in culling the herd, in keeping their numbers down to manageable levels in order to prevent their decimation of the moose, caribou, and other animal populations. That some might be approaching the aerial wolf hunting program as a sport might be unfortunate, but somewhat understandable. That, however, is not the major focus, so there is no need for undue emphasis on sportsmanship or giving the wolves a "fighting chance". The point is to reduce their numbers.

At the same time, I am not altogether unsympathetic to the point of view of the animal rights advocates, at least in this case. According to them, most wolves that eat caribou and moose eat them as carrion, in other words after they have died by other means. Or, perhaps, as is often the case in nature, they have run down and killed the oldest and sickest of the herd, which would undoubtedly die soon at any rate.

Those in favor of the aerial hunting of wolves and also bears, by the way, should make sure they are on firm ground here. I have a strong and unnerving suspicion that a great lot of these folks would be fine if every wolf in Alaska were destroyed, and that would be a great loss to nature if it were allowed to occur.

Politically, this is a chance for Palin to reach out to the other side and seek some form of rational compromise. She needs to double check, and even triple check her data on the moose, caribou, and wold populations and make sure they are accurate, as there does seem to be some legitimate questions as to this, and indeed as to the accuracy of the number of wolves being killed by the aerial hunting program initiated by her predecessor, Governor Mikowski, which she has greatly expanded upon.

There might also be another way of controlling the wolf population, if indeed it is too large, that would not only be less cruel, but just as effective and perhaps even less expensive. Trapping and relocating should be given a greater emphasis, and ways should be studied to see if that is a viable option.

However, the activist groups opposed to the hunting need to understand that the needs of indigent populations, such as the Inuit, as well as farmers and ranchers and those who depend on them, cannot afford to sit idly by for perhaps two or three decades in the hopes that the cycles of nature will eventually swing the pendulum back and even things out.

That is how the real world works. But, not really.

Kentucky-Disaster Strikes The Governor's Mansion

Kentucky has been hit with the old triple whammy. First, although the Mighty Quinn spared me during the course of his rampage across the Bluegrass, a good portion of Kentucky got slammed by an ice storm, followed by rain and snow, that resulted in downed power lines and loss of power to wide areas of the state. As a result of this, Kentucky, as well as Arkansas, is now officially a disaster area, and so qualifies for federal aid.

Whammy number two came in the form of the food aid which, it turns out, includes peanut butter-and/or products that include peanut butter-which seems to have originated from the same plant that has been accused of shipping products even after inspections turned up traces of salmonella, which went on to kill a number of people across the country. It is worth noting that the same Peanut Corporation of America has had it's federal contract canceled to supply food products for government aid programs, although this did not prevent previous contributions from being sent to Kentucky and Arkansas.

Now, in the midst of a federal investigation in which some members of Congress have expressed the opinion that somebody needs jail time over this fiasco, FEMA has issued warnings that people who receive food aid should avoid eating the peanut butter products included in the federal food-aid to Kentucky, due to an understandable
risk of salmonella infection.

Today, I got a glimpse of whammy number three, but this was collectively self-induced by the voters of Kentucky in the person of Governor Steve Beshear, who, during a local news broadcast today, urged calm because, as he put it, there has been not one single report of a salmonella case in Kentucky related to the food aid given the state.

Not content to leave well enough alone, he went on to further assert that he had eaten some of the peanut butter, and felt fine.

Does that tell you something about how bad off we are in Kentucky? Things are so rotten here, our governor is forced to eat federal food aid for his sustenance.

Actually, what it should tell you more than anything is that when a politician underestimates the intelligence of the general public, he usually ends up sounding like as big an idiot as he assumes they are.

Wah-Wah

A Guide And Links To Today's Imbolc Posts

Since there are so many posts, and some of them are quite long, I decided to move them around from the original order. Perfectionist that I am, I was unsatisfied with the original order, but unfortunately I just didn't have the time yesterday to put a lot into it. Anyway, without further ado-

Since I always like to start off Sabbat post series with a song video, I started this set on the previous post with Wah-Wah by George Harrison, recorded live at Madison Square Garden in 1971 at the Concert For Bangla-Desh.

Validation is a short comedy film starring T J Thine, and demonstrates the need for joy in life, and how a simple good-natured smile can be so infectious.

Imbolc Food, Fun, And Games-what can i say, it's not for everybody, but you still might want to give it a try. It might even be good for your heart.

Of course, no good Sabbat celebration would be complete without a good drink, and this one is in keeping with the season, complete as it is with the fire of the God and the mother's milk of the Goddess. I am referring of course to Hot Buttered Rum Cow.

After that comes a film that celebrates human potential in the form of Free-Style Skiing.

The power animal for this Imbolc is a newbie-a cross between the polar bear and grizzly.

Astrological Aspects For Imbolc

Imbolc Tarot Reading

Kiva is about a charitable web-site that raises money to aid struggling entrepreneurs in third world countries, which is a worthy endeavor to acknowledge during a Sabbat that aims to encourage positive growth and independence and yet recognizes the need for guidance along the road to success.

Thorn is a new pagan magazine that itself shows great promise and potential for future growth into hopefully something of established and lasting success.

My "Sermon" For Imbolc might be taken by some as an ideological rant, but I did put quite a bit of thought into it. I don't think you have to be an ideologue of any stripe to appreciate where I'm coming from, or at least so I hope.

Finally, the Imbolc series ends with a Druid Meditation For Imbolc, which I lifted from a Yahoo Group in which it was posted by group owner Shadowhawk.

Well, that's it for now. I'll get around later to adding the links, for the benefit of those who find it difficult to navigate a lengthy series of new posts, especially those who aren't particularly fond of reading a large number of posts at one time. The links should make it easier, somewhat. Hopefully I'll be able to get around to adding them sometime today, sooner rather than later. Hope you enjoy them or find at least something to your liking.

Me, I'm taking a couple of days off from this, but I'll return hopefully before the weekend.

Later.

Validation-A Comedy Film Short

Here is a little short film I thought was somewhat in keeping with the spirit of the Imbolc season and with the theme of my series of posts in celebration of the Sabbat. It's about not losing hope, about holding on to the joys in life, and how those who know how to do that can find themselves an inspiration to others in an infectious way.

Some of you might recognize T J Thine, the star of this film, from his work on the Fox series Bones.

Of course, I wouldn't be me if I didn't point out that there is one slight flaw with the premise of this film, or to be more accurate, with how it is resolved. There is a contradiction. Without going any further I'll make up for my wet blanket perfectionism by making a game out of it. See if you can spot the contradiction I'm referring to which is the one flaw in this film. Failing that, just enjoy.

Imbolc Food, Fun, And Games

Dried beans such as pintos need to be thoroughly washed before cooking, and ideally should be soaked overnight, the night before they are to be cooked and consumed. This preparation can in itself be a magical ritual calling on the blessing or the deities while imbuing the beans with ones own personal power. They are rich in fiber, iron, and protein, and so are themselves a vast source of physical and even magical energy.

After they come to a heavy boil, reduce the heat to medium and continue cooking while covered for three hours, adding water at regular intervals. Add salt and some other form of seasoning, such as bacon grease, fat meat, or jowell bacon. Add onions and either catsup or hot sauce when serving the beans, which you should eat with a slice of bread and a glass of strong brewed ice tea.

For iced tea, allow to boil moderately for five minutes, about six tea bags to half a gallon of water in a large pot. After boiling, allow bags to steep in brew for an hour over low heat. Afterwards, remove the bags. Add enough water to make about a gallon of tea, to which you should add approximately one third cup of sugar, but no more.

Nothing gives power and strength quite like dried beans, and what more appropriate food to consume for Imbolc? Okay, I guess you might think of something better as far as taste, and you can certainly find more exotic and "fun" fare, but name me something more bristling with raw power, with pure protein energy?

Not only is there magical power to be harnessed and utilized, folks, but lo and behold, you can participate in that tried-and-true children's game that surely transcends the ages-who let that fart?

And you can do it in the context of ritual as well, especially group or coven ritual.

Following a meal of pinto beans augmented with onions and hot sauce and a nice strongly brewed tea-and I can't stress strongly enough you really do need a good strong caffeine tea (nor can i stress enough that one third cup of sugar per gallon is quite sufficient)-you settle in for your group ritual. As this is Imbolc, each participant should bring his and her own candle to light at the appropriate time, which can be either prior to casting circle or after it is released, or for that matter any time during the circle ritual.

The game you play prior to this though is one you might also call Tell Us Your Darkest Secrets, which of course no one is really going to do. Remember, this is all in good fun, though there is a point to it.

Sometime during the course of the evening, someone might well let out a good rip-roaring fart. Naturally, in ordinary circumstances this would prove quite embarrasing, but in this case, you have found your Imbolc Lord or Lady-or both. In the best of circumstances, a round of farts will greet the assembly, which should by all rights be occasion for great merriment. If this does not happen, then it is up to the High Priest or Priestess, or both, to conduct the round of questioning. This can consist of a number of written questions which everyone draws out of a hat or a box. The person should then answer the question as though it applied to them, whether it truly does or not.

They should be sufficiently provocative. Have you ever had an affair? Do you masturbate? Is there someone you would like to hit? If you could get away with stealing something, what would it be? As the questions are read aloud by each participant in turn, and answered forthrightly, it could get noisy.

A word of caution is advised however, and this is where the game turns serious. The smelliest, stinkiest farts are those you never hear. These are indeed what we term the "Silent Killer". People who let silent farts are in fact repressed people, and by their nature it might ordinarily be impossible to bring them out into the light of day. This is not to say they are hiding some monstrous evil, just that they have numerous hang-ups. This occasion, if handled correctly, might be an opportunity to draw them out and set them on a path towards releasing these neurotic feelings which might well be hindering their growth as a person.

Nor will they be that difficult in this sort of environment to pick out. They will be the ones who will seem shyly uncomfortable or perhaps even project an inordinately amused persona, one that is exaggerated to what might even be an inappropriate degree at the louder discharges of another.

Bear in mind, this is not to be done as a malicious undertaking performed in a judgmental manner, it is a manner of heralding the growth of the individual(s), but in a caring yet relaxed manner.

That is after all the message of Imbolc, the formation of the new person through recognition of his or her true potential, a potential that meeds guidance and nurturing, in addition to positive encouragement.

As the sun begins to grow in strength and stature on it's journey through the Wheel of The Year, it is incumbent on us to launch our own journey of discovery and inner growth. Still, we should always remember to not take ourselves too seriously. We are, after all, at this stage in our development during this year, children, and children, while they need positive direction and discipline, also need encouragement and, perhaps as importantly, they need to have some fun and joy. As adults in reality, we can bring forth that lesson by loosening up a bit while aiming for that growth.

Nothing brings that lesson home, nor brings out the best in a group, quite like a good old fashioned rip-roaring round of farts.

Imbolc Magical/Ritual/Grounding Drink-Hot Buttered Rum (Cow)

Whether for grounding purposes following an Imbolc ritual, or simply just to relax at the end of a long, cold day (especially when it turns into even a colder night), the Hot Buttered Rum Cow should deliver the goods. Just take a gander at it. Doesn't that make your mouth water? Now scroll down for the recipe from TraderTiki



Hot Buttered Rum Cow
• 1 tsp Hot Buttered Rum Batter
• 1.5 oz Gold Puerto Rican
• .5 oz Dark Jamaican Rum
• 6 oz. Whole Milk
Preheat mug by filling with warm water. Warm the milk on the stove (microwave if you’re impatient) until hot, but still drinkable. Toss the water in the mug and premix the rum and batter, then fill with milk and stir thoroughly. Serve with grated or grinded nutmeg on top.

Of course you're going to need the recipe for Hot Buttered Rum Batter, which is as follows-

Hot Buttered Rum Batter

1 pound brown sugar
1/4 pound butter (1 stick)
pinch of salt
Ground Spices (Cinnamon, nutmeg, clove)
Cream the sugar and butter together in a standing mixer until smooth. Mix in the spices and salt, and stir until spices are well distributed.

Unfortunately, the author neglected to give the measurements for the spices, but it shouldn't be that hard to gauge, and might even make for another little fun bit of magical ritual adding them to taste. Just bear in mind that a little bit of spices goes a long way.

On the other hand, this might seem all a little bit much. If so, you might prefer to opt for the much simpler and yet quite satisfying recipe, that tried-and-true

HOT BUTTERED RUM

I've got to be honest here, back in the day when I used to consider the prospect of one day going to a ski lodge, I used to envision myself sitting by a comfortably lit fireplace in the lodge lounge sipping one of these far more often than I ever saw myself actually on the slopes. This recipe is courtesy of ExtraTasty

Mike's Hot Buttered Rum by s1998m2002

Rum

Brown Sugar
Butter
Cinnamon
Water

Powdered sugar
Nutmeg

Mix togeather 1 Cup Brown Sugar 1/2 cup Powdered Sugar 1 teaspoon Cinnamon 1 teaspoon Nutmeg Blend ...

So there you have it. Yes, I know it's Imbolc, and as we are all "children" now in a symbolic sense in attuning with the growing Sun, perhaps some might suggest that we should not indulge in alcohol. Truthfully, they might have a point, but I just can't help myself. I wanna get smashed.

When I get up tomorrow I'll just take the excruciating hangover as a much-needed lesson. What better way than to learn a little self-discipline, eh?

The Magic Of Free-Style Skiing

These are professional free-style skiers showing what they're made of in this very high quality and compelling video. Can you imagine how much practice and patience it takes to develop this kind of skill, to say nothing of the courage it takes to actually do this kind of stuff?

I've always been kind of partial to winter sports in general, and I've always been in awe of world-class skiing. I started to post a video of a young girl of six who is a pretty decent snowboarder for her age, as I thought that was in keeping with the spirit of Imbolc in it's own right. As children, we have potential which is really unimaginable, and sadly, most of us don't even begin to tap into it to nearly the fullest extent.

However, I opted instead for this, which shows what can come of the long-term result of consistent and dedicated practice and hard work. It is indeed a form of magic in its own right.

Incidentally, the sound seems to have been removed from this video for some reason, despite a caption which declares a song in dedication to somebody. But really, it's just as well, and would probably be a distraction anyway. The skiing is awesome enough it needs no accompaniment.

By the way, notice the tarot card readings spaced at various intervals, including at the beginning. The person who made this film obviously know his stuff.

Imbolc Power Animal-The Grolar Bear

I eschewed drawing a power animal for this year's Imbolc after I discovered an article in Science News
which is quite, well, compelling. Seeing as how it involves the polar bear, and hints to at least a small degree of veracity as to the theory of Global Warming, I thought it might be of interest. It seems as though grizzly bears are migrating in significant numbers towards more northerly climates, and as a result may be in the process of interbreeding with polar bears. Tha above photo upon DNA examination has proven to be a hybrid. The mother was a polar bear, the father a grizzly, and so it is, depending on your preference for now, a Pizzly or or a Grolar.

It's really too bad the bear in the picture had to be killed, as that makes for a pretty gruesome photo for what is supposed to be a part of a Sabbat series. Unfortunately, I could not find any photos of living Grolar bears, and I thought this story was of sufficient interest that it warranted some kind of descriptive accompaniment, grim though it is.

What is most remarkable about this particular discovery is that the mating habits of bears are such that a male ans female will spend a considerable amount of time-for a bear-before they will consummate the sex act. It takes place over a period of days, which means it was not a matter of an incidental contact with a female in heat that just rolled over for the first male bear that happened alone.

Could this herald the end of the Polar Bear as we know it? Could this turn into an entirely new breed which is equally at home hunting on land as fishing for its food from the ice. Probably not, if for no other reason than conservationists will probably insist on taking steps to prevent the total extinction of the Polar Bear, while at the same time allowing nature to take it's course within the confines of limited regions.

I just thought that was interesting, as it seems to be an aspect of evolution in action, taking place in our own modern day.

It's a story that has been on-going since the beginnings of life on earth-migration and adaptation. The Grolar Bear-the perfect power anumal for these trying times.

Astrological Aspects For Imbolc

For the astrological connoisseur among us, this years Imbolc doesn't offer much in the way of exciting aspects that are particularly noteworthy, at least not at first glance. However, it does bear mentioning that this will be the last Imbolc in any of our lifetimes in which the Sun will be in a conjunction with the planet Neptune. It is a conjunction separated by ten degrees, the most two bodies can be separated and still be considered a conjunction.

It is also easy to draw a connection with current events. Many people are now in the process of losing sight of their dreams and aspirations, in some cases even their most precious hopes. Unfortunately, it is also true that in all too many cases they see their illusions shattered for good reason, in that they were never built on a solid foundation, if in fact many of them were ever based on realistic aspirations to begin with. That is the danger of illusion. By it's nature it seems more real than reality, and even if this is viewed in the negative, it can still be comforting to wallow in our own sense of despair. It makes it easy to hang it up. In today's economy, and with all of the other negative factors at work in the world today, it is all that much easier to wonder if there is really any hope.

Yet, on Imbolc, it is those childlike dreams and fantasies that we must strive to reach for, and nourish. There are in fact a string of conjunctions that give us extra energy on this night, if we but know how to tap into it.

Mercury is in conjunction in the sign of Capricorn with Mars, which is conjunct with Jupiter in the sign of Aquarius, where that last planet is in conjunction yet with the Sun, thus giving us faith, strength, and hope, so long as we but reach for it. Never should we give up on our grandest designs. We should however approach them from a more realistic perspective. They might be distant, but they are not unnattainable, so long as they are realistic goals approached in a similarly realistic manner. That then is the message of this years astrological aspects as applied to the Imbolc Sabbat.

The fact that the Moon in the beginning degrees of Taurus, in which it progresses throughout the day, adds extra energy in the form of a square to the Sun which grows stronger as the night advances, in the meantime approaching a slight sextile with Uranus in Pisces and a trine with Saturn in Virgo. The effect the opposition between Saturn and Uranus is then brought ever so slightly into play and is further heightened by a slight conjunction of Uranus with Venus-but this is so slight it is almost negligible.

Yet, on the other hand, though their direct effect is negligible, their indirect effect by way of the Moon, which forms over the course of the day a sextile with Uranus and a trine with Saturn, might well be considerable.

Finally, the solar conjunction with Neptune might seem minimal, but in this case, the slightness and seeming unimportance of the conjunction is precisely the point. It's hard to let go, even when we must do so. This year might then be the year to, as a wise man once said some time or another "put aside childish things" (okay, no hate mail people).

There is a difference of course between childish and child-like, and that latter is the one thing we should never let slip from our grasp.

Wheel Of Fortune-Imbolc Tarot Card

I could almost just let this one pass without comment. Come to think of it, I can let it go with just one minor observation. We don't always make our own luck, but a lot of times we do at least in part. The rough part is where it seems to be too late to change anything. Sometimes you just have to go with the flow. These days, for many of us, that is really all we have-the flow. Oh well, just make the best of it I guess. Who knows, maybe things will turn out to not really be that bad. The Wheel Of Fortune of course can stand for good luck as easily as bad. As applied individually, it really means a change in fortune. So if you have had it rough, I guess this would mean you've got something to look forward to. Maybe that's the whole point, looking forward. Everybody has something they could stand to change for the better in their lives, so maybe this could be interpreted as a sign to concentrate on these things where we need the most improvement. If you are successful, it will lead to an improvement in different aspects of your life.

Of course, it could mean maybe you might just want to stay in bed the rest of the day.

Kiva-Charitable Business Aid For Struggling Third World Entrepreneurs

Since the Imbolc Sabbat involves, on a spiritual level, learning and growing in new directions which by it's nature involves a kind of self-discipline that might in many cases require guidance and nurturing much as a child, I thought it might be appropriate to give a shout out to a worthwhile charity that I first learned about on Rufus's blog at Grad Student Madness.

The charity in question is Kiva. What they do is not so much give a hand-out as a hand-up, to struggling entrepreneurs in third world countries. The site contains a list of potential recipients from across the globe, engaged in a variety of business pursuits. Many if not most of them are just starting their businesses for the first time. Moreover, this is not just a list of statistics. You can choose directly whom you want to support. Some people have banded together to form teams to support specific business owners.

I think the way it works is, your money is donated to the site, which then forwards the loan to the recipient of your choice, after which that person will repay the site according to the terms. Since it is a not-for-profit site, the terms are very relaxed and not at all burdensome. What repayment there is just goes to helping run the site with overhead expenses, but the owners of the site are not going to take the recipients to court or try to confiscate their property in the event they are unable to pay.

I thought it was in keeping with the spirit and the meaning of the Sabbat, so give it a look. We all need encouragement and guidance from time to time, and this is one way you can help make a big difference in the lives of real people who need such help, in a way that is neither demeaning nor demanding.

You can also monitor the person's progress at the site, how much they have repaid over time, how well they appear to be doing, and so on.

Thorn-A New Pagan Magazine

Without any doubt, what the world needs is another pagan magazine-not only the pagan world, but the world at large. There have been various attempts at such projects, the most notable being the fabled Green Egg, which finally folded for the second and last time as a print magazine due to overwhelming financial difficulties, and which has now been resurrected as an on-line e-zine. Although you have to subscribe to read the entire thing, you can read parts of the new Green Egg

However, this is not so much about what is probably a vain attempt to revive something whose best days are probably long gone, but about a new, fresh attempt at an endeavor that is stunning in the boldness of its sheer audacity-an attempt to go where few would seek to venture, into the seemingly endangered world of print journalism.

Thorn Magazine aspires to be the new Green Egg, and as it now can legitimately be viewed as past the embryonic and birth stages, and well on it's way to growing into a promising young venture, I would be remiss if I did not mention it in the context of this Imbolc Sabbat.

I don't buy for a minute that the print media is in danger of vanishing completely. There is something about the look feel of a newspaper or a magazine in your hands-whether it is a treasured collector's item that shows slight signs of again, or whether it has the freshness and scent of newly printed and delivered pages with all the vibracy of the colors that caress the senses-that will never be equalled or even approached by the process of sitting in a hunched position, rigidly bound by the natural boundaries imposed by a computer monitor.

Because of this, Thorn can grow and prosper over time, provided it receives the proper care and guidance. It certainly has great promise and potential. I have read a few sample articles and segments that are offered as samples on the on-line site.

There is a bit of something for everybody, from poetry to scholarly articles, magical theories, biographical sketches, historical ruminations-and as one might expect from a pagan magazine, a smattering of nonsense that I could do without. I have high hopes tht this journal can transcend what seems to be an obvious ploy geared towards the less sophisticated among the growing pagan community, whose numbers are legion.

By this I refer specifically to an article entitled Hanging With Thor. A sample of the article should suffice to make my point-

As I brought the beers out of the back room, I was not surprised to hear a familiar voice in the back of my mind, not unlike a clearing of the throat. I knew that it was Thor, making sure we remembered to fill His cup on the altar when we poured ours. What was surprising to me was our guest, who suddenly looked around and asked, “What was that?” Since our kids have all been brought up to listen for the voices of the gods, the whole family suppressed smiles at our non-pagan friend’s surprise. “That’s just Thor,” we reassured him.

There is more along those lines, including the assertion by one of the children as to having spotted a unicorn, which the author seems to think is not undue cause for concern, but rather is evidently something to be encouraged. I frankly have to wonder if the kid is having her jollies at the author's expense.

ALl that aside, this magazine does have the potential to transcend such obvious drivel, and hopefully as it grows, it will reach a level of maturity that will look at such absurd posturings as not conducive to reaching status as a respected and respectable bastion of journalistic responsibility.

And of course, as this is a pagan magazine, you can expect there to be a preponderance of concern over environmental issues, which might or might not be a good thing, depending on whether or not it is carried to an extreme. I seriously question the need to burden what should be a joyous occasion such as the observance of Yule with a fundamentalist, finger pointing and condescendingly environmentalist approach, as seems to be urged in an article, from the December issue, on Tips For Yule.

Don't get me wrong, encouragement of responsible behavior towards the environment and other matters are to be encouraged, of course, but at the same time, I sincerely hope that this magazine doesn't end up going down the same fundamentalist and dogmatic path that I for one am reasonably certain contributed to the demise of the aforementioned Green Egg. After all, we learn from the mistakes of others or we follow in the footsteps of their failures.

That being said, the seeds are certainly there for this magazine to blossom into something that could indeed be special, if it is given the proper care and guidance. I am encouraged by the focus towards real scholarship, for example, when it comes to such things as supposed matriarchal societies and the dubious as best theory of a Near Eastern Great Goddess who some seem to think answers for all manifestations of goddess worship, no matter how varied and widely spread.

To the great credit of many in the pagan community, including those who comprise the staff of this magazine, they do sincerely want to move us beyond such crap as the Burning Times cult of victimhood. Re-evaluating the Work of Marija Gimbutas
Christine by Hoff Kraemer is an example, and well worth your time for an evaluation of how the work of Miss Gimbutas may have been influenced by the necessity of adherence to Soviet orthodoxy, which interestingly enough seems to have been insistent on the belief in a pre-historical matriarchy.

The Ogham Alphabet: Hyperlinks of the Gods by Edwin Chapman is an interesting article that ponders the meaning behind an ancient Druid alphabet that might have been constructed as much as a code for secret communication as for magical purposes.

Walking the Broken Path by Jimmy Two-Hats is an interesting take on the importance in paganism of the practice of magic, and of doing it correctly-and for the right reasons. It touches on the difference between pagans who mostly view religion as a private matter as opposed to most other faiths who put their faith in the divine as the main if not sole impetus for change.

Kitchen Magic might appeal to those more interested in the specifics of a specialized form of magic.

Cherry Hill is an article about the establishment, in South Carolina of all places, of a theological school that offers degrees for those interested in pursuing a career in the pagan clergy.

I for one prefer coven settings, with all the privacy, mystique, and intimacy that entails, but for those who are interested in pursuing such a path, or merely learning about it, well, there it is.

There is more, but I will end this with the following passage about the life of Wilhelm Reich and his controversial theory of orgonomy-

Reich's credentials are impressive. While he was still a student, he was given membership in the Vienna Psychoanalytic Society, directly under Sigmund Freud. As a veteran, he was allowed to graduate from the University of Vienna's six year course in four years and did so with a degree in medicine and top honors. He did postgraduate work both at University Hospital in Vienna and at the Neurological and Psychiatric University Clinic and started a private practice at the same time. He was Director of the Seminar for Psychoanalytic Therapy at Psychoanalytic Polyclinic in Vienna for six years, publishing a distinguished book of psychology, Der Triobhafte Charakter, before the age of thirty. He became Vice-Director of the Polcyclinic in Vienna, publishing half a dozen more books before fleeing Hitler's takeover of Germany. Possibly, he fled fascism itself; possibly, he fled death threats and book-burning. As is characteristic of Reich's life, accounts vary.

His was clearly a distinguished career from an early age, and he had a very promising career ahead as a psychiatrist and psychotherapist. However, his path would take him elsewhere. During this time, Reich began what he viewed as his greatest success, indeed his life's work— research that would see him hounded from country to country, eventually jailed and, after his death, frequently reviled as a crackpot, madman, or fraud. That was his journey from adept young therapist to researcher in the literal energy of orgasm— as he called it, "orgonomy."

Reich of course may have been ahead of his time, or he might well have been a crackpot, but one thing is for certain-he was interesting, to say the least. Hopefully the publishers of Thorn will take that as a kind of road map to success. It doesn't so much matter whether or not you're or right or wrong, so long as you are willing to learn from your mistakes. In the meantime, if you follow your dreams, that is all that really matters. If the two previous statements sound contradictory, consider this-in almost every case, being right or wrong isn't a matter of the dream, it's a matter of the approach to fulfilling it.

If Thorn evolves into a magazine that is consistently fresh, inspiring, invigorating, and compelling, it will grow and prosper. If it falls into a rigid form of dogmatism and obligatory PC orthodoxy, especially if it offers little to no dialogue in the way of debate on given matters, they will suffer the fate of so many before them, including the legendary Green Egg. Their readership will dwindle until it too folds like all the rest.

For now, though I am sure there are many who will try to push them down that path, I am trying to be hopeful they will not heed such advice.

My "Sermon" For Imbolc

I thought the following comment I made to an anarchist by the name of Larry Gambone on the socialist blog Renegade Eye constituted what amounts to a pretty good sermon, and if I do say so myself, is worthy of reprinting here as a part of this day's Imbolc festivities-such as they are.

The message here is simple and timely. If people want to change the world, they have to start with themselves. In our Western society, our own decadence and profligate spending has been our undoing. The main point to this can be boiled down as-if you don't like it, don't buy it. If it tastes bad, don't eat it. If it smells, don't fuck with it.

The beauty of the capitalist system, at it's best, is that people already have the power, if they would but exercise it. Many of my comments will seem inexplicable, because they are in the context of earlier conversations. Still, the gist of it is there. A new age might well be dawning, and it might well be more difficult than anything most of us have ever transitioned. However, we can not only adapt, we can adopt and make it our own.

We do have the power to grow a brave new and young world the way we want our world to be, out of what might well turn into the ashes of the old. Nor do we have to adopt something radical to do so. We just have to go back to the basics, as I explain in the following reproduced comments-

I don't mean to be coming off like an apologist for big business, because I am not that at all. I think they should be reined in to a very great extent more than what they are. But you have to be careful with how you go about doing that, with what laws you use and how you implement them, because you are setting a very serious precedent.

If you use government power to break up large corporations, then you had better make sure you are on solid ground. We have anti-trust laws, and we have notable exceptions to those laws (major league baseball is one example of of this). Aside from those anti-trust laws, which should be rigidly enforced, what can you do?

I've already told you, people have to change their habits, their lifestyles, in fact they have to change their hearts. This rampant consumerism is what is driving this. Nobody is holding a gun to people's heads and forcing them to spend money that in a good many cases they don't even have to spend. The government isn't doing that, nor is business, though they go out of their way to promote and encourage it.

Get with the program, Gambone, I thought you and Ren were all about giving power to the people. What do you think you are going to accomplish taking a few people out on the streets shouting with bullhorns.

Reason it out in your head. How many people have changed their minds about having an abortion because some right-wing fanatic shoves a picture of a chopped up fetus in their face.

I'm not saying that you do anything anywhere near that disgusting or reprehensible (though I can somehow see you throwing a pie with horse semen marangue in Donald Trump's face), I'm just saying that these kinds of things have limited value at best-and that's usually limited to entertainment value.

If you want to do something constructive to change the system, start a movement to discourage people from profligate spending and dependence on credit cards. If people were more frugal with their money some of these behemoth corporations would collapse from the weight of their own debt. What ones survived would have to adopt to a more viable business model that was more human and community friendly.

I know it might not quite have the dramatic appeal of burning flags and blocking street traffic, but the difference is, my way might actually accomplish something.

You're addicted to politics still and are still hooked on the notion of political solutions by way of organized party activities. Me, I believe in people power.

As Madison told Jefferson once "your people, sir, are a great beast".

He was never more right than when he uttered those words, and it's time to rouse that beast. Screw the government, and screw political parties-all of them.

So there you have it. In our society, consumers have the power to bring down the government and the huge corporations on which they are dependent, and can do so without firing a shot. You merely ceases and desist from spending more than you have to spend. You can make allowances from time to time, of course, but as a general rule, exercise your power judiciously while you still have a modicum of it to wield.

The real beauty of this idea is, you can do this legally. If everyone would refuse to buy into the consumer culture to the extent that luxuries become seen as near-necessities, the nonsense would stop. As I said, businesses would adapt or die.

Moreover, what can anybody do about it? A person who tries to overthrow the government through force or rebellion, or even by supporting an alternate party, will accomplish little to nothing. In the worse case scenario, they can be tried for treason or sedition, and in the best of circumstances, their party of choice, if victorious, eventually becomes a part of the same establishment, and thus a part of the problem, at least sooner or later (or they substitute an even bigger set of problems in some cases).

No one can be prosecuted or tried for failing to take out a credit card or for buying things they don't really need, or for making do with less (especially since what they usually purchase in many cases is well beyond their needs). You can do this merrily and cheerfully, and change society.

The best thing about it is it doesn't require scrapping the constitution or adopting communism or fascism, far from it. In fact, it might be the very thing that could save our system and make it once more function in the way it was originally meant to function-a nation where the people rule and the government is their servant, not as the enforcers of a corporate or any other kind of special interest elite.

Obama, McCain, Palin, etc.-none of them can save us. We have to save ourselves.

Imbolc-A Druid Meditration

The following is a Druid invocation for Imbolc which was forwarded to the Missouri Druid Alliance by group owner Shadowhawk.

With your eyes closed, take a few moments to breathe and
feel your place on the Earth.

Close your inner eyes and when you open them, find yourself
standing in the corner of a meadow bordered by a mixed hedge. The
ground slopes away from you towards a wood that lies just beyond a small
stream. It's winter and the meadow grass looks tired and flat; but
cobwebs tangle the dry and rattling remains of willowherb,
meadowsweet and hogweed, catching the last of the light as
the sun sinks behind the trees. You see your breath rise in clouds
of vapour and the air feels cold and damp against your face, but you
are dressed warmly for your journey. From where you stand,
there is no obvious way into the wood, but as you start towards it, you
notice a robin perched in the top of a hawthorn beside you. He cocks
his head and makes his fluted call as though in greeting, then flits
a few yards further on; pausing to look back.

You take this as an invitation to follow him and so begin
to make your way along the line of the hedge towards the place
where the stream emerges from among a stand of trees. You can see
enough in the failing light to identify hazel with its hanging yellow
catkins and elder with its tangle of gnarled branches, but they are
dominated by a group of alders, their catkin-laden branches making
distinctive patterns against the clear sky. As you come closer, you
notice how the roots of the alder reach into the stream; allowing the
water to flow through them and yet the trees stand secure and solid.

A blackbird, disturbed by your presence, flies from the
bramble thicket, calling in alarm and draws your attention to a
deer track through the scrubby undergrowth on the other side of the
stream. You cross, using the support of the alder branches for help and
then start to make your way into the wood, your feet crunching
softly on the forest floor.

There is much less light here and you begin to feel a
little apprehensive, not sure of your destination. Crouching low
to avoid the snagging branches, you can just make out the track
through the trees as it winds its way up a slope, through the damp and
decaying leaf litter. There are more mature trees here; you can feel
their age and the weight of their presence above and around you as
you make your way onward. Soon the gloom turns into true darkness
and you feel your way forward with each step; using your hands as you
climb the slope, the rich scent of the earth fills you with each
breath. You seek the peace of your intention within yourself and
whisper to the spirits of the forest to guide you and, raising your eyes,
you see a pale glimmer ahead of you.

You make towards it in wonder, discovering a clearing at
the top of the incline which is carpeted by snowdrops, seeming to glow
under a quarter moon. You murmur your thanks to the spirits and
move to sit in the shelter of the tangled roots of an old oak tree,
wrapping your arms around yourself for warmth. Beneath the benign gaze of
the moon, with the solid presence of the oak against your back, you
begin to drift into a trance-like state.

You feel yourself sinking; down. Down into the leaf litter
beneath the mighty oak. Down into the cold, damp earth. Down into
the dark.
You are small. A tiny seed in the heart of the forest and
you feel the press of the Earth all around you as you sleep safe
within her
womb. Your brothers and sisters are all gathered around you
and you can hear the soft humming of their song joining with your
own as you dream beneath the frost of winter.

It is hard to say what changes, but suddenly there is a
stirring; the first tiny flickering of wakefulness sends out shimmers
through the darkness. You hear a change in the cadence of the song and
know that your brothers and sisters are waking and you respond.
Tentatively, you stretch out; unfurling from your foetal ball, drawing
energy from the remembered songs of summer and the earth around you,
you begin to push upward. You can feel the weight of winter pressing
down on you, but you have untold power within your tiny form and you
push against it, seeking to break through, as the songs of your siblings
draw you ever onward into wakefulness.

Suddenly you feel the first touch of warmth on the crown of
your head and you find a new strength. Stretching upward, you raise
your arms to embrace the first rays of the sun; your head bowed in
honour, yet fully awake and alive to his presence and blessed by his
message of hope for new life…

The robin trills somewhere close by and you are aware once
more of your human form, resting against the oak tree. Opening your
eyes, you see the dawn light bringing a glow to the sea of pale
flowers all around you. You feel a kinship with them and the air seems
to be full of their soul song and the story of their growing. You give
thanks and reach into your pocket for a gift; an offering to the
forest.

Then, stretching out the stiffness in your limbs, you rise
from your resting place beneath the oak and face the sunrise,
revelling in even the small warmth it offers after the chill of the night.
You breathe deeply in the frosty air, allowing it to dispel the last
clinging traces of sleep and make you fully alert and aware of the
world around you.

As you make you way down the slope between the trees, it
strikes you how different the woods look in the morning light. Great
tits call to one another in the branches above you and somewhere ahead,
you can hear the chattering song of the wren. You follow the deer
track to the edge of the wood, hearing the music of the stream by
the foot of the alders and, coming closer, you see more clearly the
patterns made by the flow of the water.

You pause to give thanks for all you have been shown and
then cross the stream and make your way back up through the meadow. As
you climb, slowly become aware of your physical body; feel
yourself here upon the earth; become aware of the space around you.
Return to this place alert and refreshed.

© The Druid Network 2003-2008

This Site Is NOT Harmful To Your Computer (I Hope)

And if it is it's not my fault, blame Blogger for that, because evidently, according to Google search results, not only might this site be "harmful to your computer" so is evidently any site on the internet that turns up on their search engine. This is a big problem. I for one found it impossible to proceed to any sites, despite being informed that I could at my own risk, for the simple fact that they failed to provide a working link by which to proceed. Good luck finding out what's going on. I don't feel like jumping through hoops over this bullshit, and most of their procedural instructions are incomprehensible to me. I just don't have the time for it.

Result-
Bye bye Google
Hello Yahoo

When you get right down to it the difference between Google and any other search engine is pretty fucking minimal once you get past all the Google add-ons which one, are in themselves pretty fucking useless and 2, you could probably find on myriads of other site engines, or a version thereof.

Try this experiment. Google a name of someone you know, someone that you know good and damn well is listed somewhere on the internet. Let's pick a fictitious name at random, like say, Christopher Billingley. Type name of your choice into a searh engine-any god damned one of them-and this will likely be your result.

CHRISTOPHER Jones; Myron Davis; Alicia Bell; David Hackworth; Sylvia BILLINGSLY; Marcus Young: Debra Sowder

Get it? This kind of crap will usually be in regards to a list in which all these names appear, and the fucking so-called advanced Google search results can't even differentiate between the name of one person with several different people who have just one of those names. If you're lucky, and you have the motherfucking time and patience, you might eventually find the person you are looking for if you wade through oh, say fifty-seven pages of results.

So what happens if you use quotation marks in your search query, like so-"Christopher Billingsly"? Nine times out of ten you'll get a page saying there are no search results. Bear in mind, this is for a query for a person you know good and damn well has been listed on the internet. How do I know this? Because I have done it and seen it all. That's not the least of it. I have found four or five separate people on the internet, only, in following up at a later time, to see their listings have vanished, almost as it they never ever existed.

I have always accepted this as an unfortunate aspect of a flawed technology and let it go, and when I see these dumb shits on the internet promoting how great Google is, I usually just laugh it off and shake my head in amazement. These are the kind of fuck heads that would be deliriously impressed by a motion detector in a towel dispenser at a public washroom. But when I read apologies for the kind of nonsense that's going on with Google today, I just can't take it anymore. It's time for people to get their heads out of their asses and off the bandwagon. No, Google is not rocket science, stop acting like it is, and don't you dare try to tell me that it's anywhere near that advanced. Rationalizing this fucking shit is like typing the letter "K" and getting the number "8" and making excuses for it.

The only conceivable explanation that absolves Google of some degree of blame in this mess is if it were to turn out that this is the result of a hacker who somehow sabotaged them.

I have an idea its more than likely the result of a policy that requires a bunch of geeks to always be doing something to justify their continued employment. Sooner or later that is always going to result in one kind of fuck up or another, and in this case, boy is this ever one hell of a fuck up.

More Republican Angst-And Oh Yeah, The Return Of The Romneylan

The Republicans have been meeting to try to map out a strategy to regain power, and they might well make it-if they can only figure out who they are and what they stand for. One of their slogans is "Republican For A Reason" which is on signs strewn throughout the meeting hall, and to which one of the attending delegates remarked the following-

"Republican for a reason?" says Stephen Scheffler, a committeeman from Iowa, pausing before a banner carrying the slogan. "I don't know what that means."

Evidently, even among those who have a vague clue as to what it means, there is a variety of opinions, and not all of them are good. To those people wanting to drag the Republican Party into the Twenty-First century, it might be helpful if you could start out by dragging a good many of them out of the nineteen sixties. Like for example the fellow that said the following-

All the Obama love in the air isn't helping their moods, either. Jim Bopp, a committeeman from the Great State of Indiana, grumbled before coming into town that "there's kind of a 'Kumbaya' feeling in the country."

Yes, there is, and yes, this is lame, but so is using a reference that makes you look like a Bull Connor apologist. It's like some churches I've been to, and though that has been a while, it has been in this decade, and believe me if you go to any Baptist Chruch long enough, you will invariably hear some preacher at some point complain about the philosophy of "If it feels good do it" which of course was an old sixties saying (and a song, by the way) that almost nobody but them ever says anymore, or for that matter remembers, if the truth were known.

So why do they do this kind of stuff? You take a good look around you sitting in the pews and it becomes pretty easy to figure out. There is always a large section of elderly folks who still never quite got over the shenanigans of the sixties, back in the day when they were thirty and forty and actually started to first feel like they had wasted their lives, that the world had certainly gone to hell in a hand basket, and here they are stuck in the son-of-a-bitch, getting carried along for the ride and not in the least bit enjoying it.

This is pretty much the state of the Republican Party today, wondering what the hell went wrong, how their leaders went astray, why they never reined them in, why they just turned a blind eye to the corruption and the hypocrisy, all the time the Democratic Party looked to be laughably trying to position themselves as the party of fiscal responsibility.

Here's the bad part. They still haven't figured it out yet. The major focus of the meeting seems not to be so much about staking out party positions based on principles, but on adopting policies most likely geared to win them elections. Rush Limbaugh pointed out the obvious flaw in this line of thinking-

On the airwaves and in print, the Republicans keep blasting away, gnawing on each other's tender wounds. There's former congressman Tom Davis, once the chairman of the Republican Congressional Committee, declaring in op-eds that "our party is broken" and tsk-tsking the GOP for pushing away "soccer moms" with its social policies and "NASCAR dads" with its ethical failings. And there's Rush Limbaugh giving fellow Republicans what for, and getting some grief in return.

"The Republican Party is making a big, big -- the conservative movement, too -- making a big, big mistake in planning for the future," he told Fox's Sean Hannity. "You hear things like 'Well, the Republican Party needs to identify the middle class, the Wal-Mart voters, and come up with policies for them. And then we've got to come up with policies for the Hispanics because they hate us due to illegal immigration.' "
And the ultimate insult from Limbaugh: that's the way Democrats do things

Of course there is also a major flaw in Limbaugh's thinking. The Republicans do have to adapt, and they do have to reach out to a broader cross section of America. Still, it is true they can best do that by offering concise explanations as to how conservative principles will benefit them as members of this or that community, not by trying to be the party of big government with a conservative face. That, I tell you, is a sure pathway to utter annihilation.

Voters who want big government want it for a reason. They want it because they are "liberal" or "progressive" and want the government involved to a large degree in most if not all aspects of American society, and this is mainly because they perceive some benefit to them by supporting this. It does not follow that these voters are going to support a big government party who tells them to pull themselves up by their own bootstraps. It actually makes so little sense it might be considered a sign of mental derangement to imagine they would.

No, the big government folks are firmly settled within the orbit of the Democratic Party. That only leaves folks who by natural inclination want government out of their lives as much as humanly possible. To them preaching big government in any form in an earlier time in some extreme cases would result in your body being pulled down from the sturdiest branch of a secluded oak tree in the wee hours of the morning. In most cases you would simply be laughed off as a deluded crank, or cursed as a communist sympathizer or fellow traveler. You would not win their vote, and in some cases might even have it cast against you as a protest.

That is in effect what has been going on. I and some others warned about the very real danger of nominating John McCain, a man who lost twenty percent of Kentucky primary voters after he had the nomination sealed. He got back a significant portion of such voters as this when he picked Sarah Palin as his running mate-including myself. Had he not picked her, or someone similar, he would have lost worse than he did. As it happened, it still wasn't enough. The same people who are now worried sick over the Republican Party's ability to win elections are to a great extent the ones actually responsible for the hateful and malicious rhetoric aimed at Palin and her family. They were incensed at McCain for bringing this knuckle-dragging cave woman into such a position of prominence within THEIR Grand Old Party.

Now that the sons-of-bitches (and some cunts) helped destroy what chances McCain and Palin had of winning, after they went out of their way to help him secure the nomination, they are at a loss as to comprehend the reason for their fall from grace with the American public.

I wouldn't really know where to begin, but I do know where to end. If you are against big government, then you can't pick and choose when it's all right to suit you. That includes such things as abortion and gay marriage. It's fine to be against those things and speak against them, but it's quite a different matter when you want the government to get involved in stopping them on the federal level. That is NOT the essence of conservatism, and the idea of making it so by pushing for constitutional amendments is actually missing the point.

There is a far better reason to involve government in such things as energy legislation, health care reform, and reducing pollution than there is to get involved with these social issues. You can make a case, for example, that the rising costs of medical care affects everyone adversely. If someone runs up a huge bill and, through inability to pay, that cost is passed on to the other consumers, it adds up to a significant percentage of the negative drag on our economy.

However you feel about abortion, it does not have that kind of effect. Overturning Roe v Wade might well be an admirable goal, and probably is. However, it does not follow that such a goal should be followed, if successful, by an equally odious extreme involving the long arm of the federal government. Simply put, Republicans need to do a better job at explaining why the states should handle these matters, and the federal government is best left out of it, either pro or con.

Mitt Romney was at the meeting, and one of the things he pointed out, with some justification, was Obama's recent reversal of an executive order which previously prevented federal funds from going to international agencies that performed or counseled abortion. But see, here again, this is just more red meat that will not move the dial past the party faithful. There needs to be more than just disgust and dismay due to religious or moral objections to a medical procedure that is in at least some cases arguably justified.

The whole picture of international aid needs to be thoroughly examined. Why should any of them receive American taxpayer money? If a case can be made that they are putting it to good use and it is helping those it is supposedly meant to help, then make that case, and if it is going into the bank accounts of tin-horn dictators, then make the case with equal voracity that it should be cut. After all, as someone has recently reiterated, foreign aid is money that is taken from the working poor of wealthier nations to line the pockets of the wealthy and corrupt rulers of poor nations.

This is what needs to be hammered home, not that some agencies are performing abortions.

Words and how they are expressed mean a lot, and in this day and age of the seven second sound bite, carelessly chosen words can be all the difference between majority and minority parties.

In the last election, Americans were called to choose a hope they could believe in. Their choice was between "Yes we can" versus "Bomb-bomb-bomb-bomb-bomb Iran".

It's not always Americans fault that they sometimes make the wrong choices.

Under The Carpet And Out The Door

The indictment of now former Governor Rod Blagojevich by Federal Prosecutor Patrick Fitzgeral on corruption charges, followed by his impeachment in the Illinois House, and finally the conviction in the Illinois Senate which finally removed him from office, happened so fast its breathtaking.

In a way you have to wonder why politicians can't work this fast more often. Just think how much they could get done if they but would. On the other hand, there is a reason that is not always such a good idea. A lot of time, actions taken in haste do not always result in the best outcome. The more serious is the matter, the more appropriate the scrutiny. In this case, do we really know all there is to know?

As I've said before, I know this guy is probably corrupt and doubtless did at least a great deal of what he was accused of doing. Still, would this have gotten that far under ordinary circumstances, with a Governor whose state controlled not only both houses of the legislature, but all but one state-wide office? It would seem unlikely. So, what's the story here? Why did Patrick Fitzgerald pounce on this so quickly? No one seems to know or to even care as to what his original impetus was to conduct an investigation of the governor to begin with.

I think the following paragraph from the Wikipedia entry on Blagojevich might just tell you all you need to know-

As of October 13, 2008 (well before Blagojevich's arrest), an unprecedented 0% of Illinois voters rated him excellent in a Rasmussen poll, with 4% rating him good, 29% fair, and 64% poor.[62] Blagojevich ranked as "Least Popular Governor" in the nation according to Rasmussen Reports By the Numbers.[12]
On October 23, 2008, the Chicago Tribune reported that Blagojevich suffered the lowest ratings ever recorded for an elected politician in nearly three decades of Chicago Tribune polls. The survey of 500 registered likely voters conducted showed that 10% wanted Blagojevich re-elected in 2010, while three-fourths said they didn't want him back for a third term. The survey also showed only 13% approved of Blagojevich's performance, while 71% disapproved. Only eight percent of the state's voters believe Blagojevich has lived up to his promise to end corruption in government. 60% of Democrats did not want him to serve another term in office, and 54% disapproved of the job he had done. Among independent voters, 83% disapproved of his performance and 85% of them rejected a Blagojevich third term.[63] Blagojevich said in October 2008 that if he were running for re-election this year, he would win, and the economy, not his federal investigations, had caused his unpopularity.[11]
In February 2008, Blagojevich's approval ratings had been, by various accounts, 16% to the low 20s, which was lower than those of then-President George W. Bush in Illinois.[18]

So there you have it. Assuming Blagojevich had no intention of stepping aside at the end of his term and fully intended to fight for re-election, the Illinois Democrats, state office-holders as well as the Illinois Congressional delegation, had every reason in the world to get rid of him by any means possible. Unfortunately for Blagojevich, he made it far too easy for them to do so.

This man had no friends in Illinois. He was successful in acquiring office through the influence of his father, first to the state legislature and then to the US House of Representatives, until he finally won election, and then re-election, as Governor. But somewhere in between the beginning and the end, he seems to have alienated every potential ally he ever had, including those within his own party. He was in fact a pariah well before this scandal became public knowledge. He has even long been considered mentally unhinged well before it became popular to give such assessments public utterance. He almost came to blows with a member of the Illinois legislature, and has had more than his share of problems with Mayor Dailey of Chicago, at one point pressing him to fund the Chricago Transit Authority with the proceeds of the sale of city property as related in this article from 2007.

He has constantly been at odds with the Illinois legislature over such things as the legalization of Keno. He has also engaged in other kinds of funding schemes, for example by pressing for education funding, but in such a way as to potentially endanger state pension funds, according to his critics, who are legion. He has constantly harangued the legislature to remain in session until such budget matters are satisfactorily resolved. This by the way could be the source of his charge that they want to get rid of him in order to pave the way to raise taxes on Illinois citizens.

A look at his record, however-a statewide smoking ban, gun control legislation, comprehensive education initiatives, etc.-would seem to tag him not so much as a tax and spend liberal but as a spend and borrow populist. In all honesty, the state is probably better off without him.

Nevertheless, more should be troubled at the implication that the office of Federal Prosecutor in the person of Patrick Fitzgerald should be co-opted for the purpose of an inner-party housecleaning. Not that I find that to be all that surprising-just disturbing.