A New Beginning at 91

At 91, creating a web site to get your ideas out is quite an adventure.

You are accustomed to seeing the ideas of others on the web and various other forms of technology.  Texting, twittering, face-booking, e-mailing, and other “ings” are common. But for my generation, these are not common. When friends and folks see me texting, they often exclaim, “You’re texting!” Some don’t even have computers, and are adamant about never having one.

I learned to text and do the other stuff on a touch-screen phone because I wanted to keep in touch with my grandchildren who range in age from 27 to 11. I did not want to be cut off from those precious encounters. Yes, we still talk on the phone and one of them still loves to get letters. No, we haven’t forgotten how to write and speak in more ordinary ways. But I have found over the years  that learning something new doesn’t have to wipe away any good thing that I already know. There are plenty of neurons to go around.

When I wrote America First, Again, I wanted to share my enthusiasm for the exceptionality of this great country. Nowhere else in the world do they have the two great freedoms we have in our United States of America. We were created as a republic with the concept of Divine Guidance as one base, and with documents to guide us that guaranteed the rights and liberty of every individual.

Two great freedoms–Freedom from our Creator to be all that we can be, and documents from our founders that guarantee our rights to pursue the first freedom. These are our legacy.

I wanted to share some history that I had neglected, history that is no longer taught in our schools. I hoped to remind us of our precious heritage. I wanted to refresh our memory about our founders, these founders who have become mere notes in our history books or not even mentioned at all.

I am saddened by much of the news. One in seven Americans on food stamps. The social security disability rolls are swollen beyond belief. The weight of our national debt is staggering. The regulations and edicts frighten me. You hear the stories, too. You hear the loud, shrill voices declaring their rights, but you hear nothing about responsibilities from these same voices.

I want to remind us of our responsibilities. I want to point out the values, attitudes, efforts, and commitment of those who gave us this great experiment in government. I want to remind us that some of us haven’t lost those values and precepts left to us. We remember in spite of all the efforts of “the transformers” to make us believe that “hope and change” lie in a government that takes care of us. Creating an entitlement culture is not my idea of caring for me or my children or grandchildren.

Our freedoms, I believe, are on a steep slope downward at the moment. They are disappearing every day before our eyes. They are sliding into the abyss of entitlement. That abyss swallows up the energy of self-reliance, individual responsibility, and gradually kills the human spirit. The dragons of the abyss breathe fire on our freedoms and torch the documents that declare and protect those freedoms.

I hope to share my joys, my concerns, and my historical perspective on what’s happening around us. I have been so blessed over these 91 years that I cannot sit silently by and watch those blessings disappear. These are the blessings of freedom that several generations have been privileged to enjoy as a result of their predecessors. Now the generation of entitlement is throwing the republic away.

Children of this generation and those of the future will labor under the mountain of debt, the paucity of freedom, and the lack of opportunity they have been left by the entitlement generation.

If I can become a blogger at 91, what can you do to make America First, Again?

Where Are All the Jonathans

Jonathan Livingston Seagull is a much loved story about a seagull who defied the orders of the Supreme Council to be like all the other seagulls on the beach. Be happy with your lot in life to pick up the scraps. Stay along the shore where you won’t encounter the storms  beyond the shoreline. Just look at the setting sun on the horizon; it’s not yours to follow, they admonished.

But Jonathan wasn’t an ordinary seagull. He wasn’t like the other seagulls who conformed to the restrictions and limitations of mediocrity that prohibited his freedom. He tried new things. He ventured out belong the horizon and found much beyond the scraps on the beach. He found beauty, excitement, and fulfillment as he dared to do all that he was created to do. But the Supreme Council of Seagulls was displeased with this horrible behavior. How could he shame them so much?

A Supreme Council of Transformers is asking us to stay on the beach and pick up the scraps. These folks are quick to encourage us to stay on unemployment insurance; If we went beyond that horizon we might find something exciting and want to work. They are quick to encourage us to apply for food stamps; once we accept food stamps when we don’t really need them, we will become accustomed to expecting someone else to feed us. It becomes our right.  When students can borrow several hundred thousand dollars to get an education, they have lost the joy and satisfaction of their first job, their feeling of self-reliance. They owe so much; how can they be grateful. They can only hope “someone will rescue  them from this terrible burden.” This slide into the culture of entitlement has not brought them hope. It has bought them dependence and a lack of self-worth.

Where are the Jonathans who will say no to the scraps? Where are the Jonathans who will fly loops of self-reliance and who will fly toward the horizons of opportunity? Where are the Jonathans  who will appear before the Supreme Council of Transformers and declare their right and responsibility to fly in the open skies created for them?  Where are the Jonathans who will dare to teach their young about the free skies and teach them to reject the scraps on the beach of no hope and change?

I know the Jonathans exist. But we must encourage the Jonathans to come together in the Jonathan fly-over. If I am still flying toward the horizon at 91, there must be millions of Jonathans out there who can fly circles around me and even land at night. The scraps on the beach have never satisfied me, and I refuse to be satisfied now. I still have a voice and I will use it to convince, to teach, to cajole, to promote the horizons given to us in our founding documents. I will continue to model in the best way I know how the tenets of self-reliance, independence, integrity, compassion, truth, love, frugality, and humility. I am fortunate to be live in a nation that was founded on these great principles.

Dr.Ben Franklin, I will do all I can to restore our exceptional heritage to its former greatness. Only then can we continue to be the force for good in the world that freedom brings. We cannot do it as a partially free people. We cannot do it when we have replaced the word responsibility with rights.

We can do it when we work, act, and think, with the faith of the birds of the air who sing in the dark before the first light arrives. We can do it with the courage of our Founders who faced death and loss of everything they had to assemble and write our great founding documents. We can do it by teaching our people to fish instead of throwing them a fish. We can do it with love, humility, and the presence of the Divine Guidance that gave us this great, one-of-a-kind nation.

We must insist that the rivers of hope and change flow toward freedom, not toward servitude of spirit and being. We must insist that only streams of self-reliance, independence, thrift, and political integrity are allowed to flow into the rivers of hope of a free nation.

To all you Jonathans. If you haven’t flown toward the horizon lately, the air is fresher out there. If you have been satisfied with one scrap on the beach of entitlement and servitude, throw it down and know that you were created to be much more.