Democrat Central Plank

I just heard Senator Eric Schmitt (MO) on Hannity a while ago. He made a simple statement that was, is, and will likely remain true well into the foreseeable future. The central plank for the Democratic Party is mass illegal immigration. It was true before Biden took office, throughout his term, and will continue to be.

Many times, I have tried to explain the reason for this. Now I realize there is no point to it. I’ve wasted a lot of time in the attempt to explain the obvious. It is enough to know that it is an undeniable fact. It is very difficult to find a politician with a (D) after his name who isn’t willing to stake his entire career on it.

I think back over all that which they avidly stood behind. However, I am guessing that all, including abortion, have now become memories in their rearview mirror. It has become their number one reason for power and their number one hope for maintaining power.

People have lost their lives because of the desperate efforts of the Democrats. However, the Democrats could care less. They see their power slipping away from them and they are venturing out into the panic territory. Moreover, all the past planks have become rotten wood and it is becoming more difficult for them to get a footing on them. I mean really, having a difficult time telling men and women apart.

Now the gov and the mayor continue to confront our president as being at fault for the loss of lives. This is really stupid for two reasons. First the real cause of the deaths is the illegal immigrants that they defend. Secondly, they don’t care about the death. Indeed, the power they seek relies on death. Without the big headlines, their power fades.

So, instead of aiding in the deporting of killers, rapist and molesters of children, they openly encourage others to risk their lives to protect the worst of the worst of criminal types in hopes of keeping their future power base inside the US. After all, illegal aliens are no help to the Democrats if they can’t keep them within the US.

He’ll Have a Year to Remember

The football was kicked, and the player backed up to get into position to catch it. Then, he apparently tripped and fell backward. A few minutes later, the Seahawks scored a touchdown.

In a moment of misjudgment, consequences became clear. The extended pause granted by a year’s reflection offers an opportunity for profound personal growth. Those fleeting seconds that serve as a powerful catalyst for contemplating for the year. The experience promises not just individual learning, but a broader lesson that resonates with others, creating a ripple effect of understanding and change. This period of contemplation will likely forge a path of wisdom, ensuring such errors remain firmly in the past for him as well as those that observed.

Just a while before, another man made a mistake. He decided to interfere with law enforcement officers in there job. Worse, he brought his gun with him. This man will not have a year to consider his error. An agent spotted the gun and seconds later the man was dead.

Hopefully, others will learn from his actions. I don’t know. It has become very clear that neither the mayor nor the governor figured it out. Well, maybe they did. They have found their club with which to attack the agents and Trump. Nothing would please them more than for it to occur again, providing still another weapon to attack good men doing their jobs.

It would be a good idea for us all to remember what this man seemed to overlook. When these agents are doing their jobs, they do get a little jumpy when they encounter a gun. Personally, I don’t blame them.

Temporary Solutions

Straying slightly from the core topic, I recall sage wisdom from my time as a junior enlisted Marine: Temporary fixes often become unintended permanent solutions. Avoid makeshift repairs that can calcify into long-term problems.

Temporary fixes often linger on a to-do-list, perpetually postponing proper and better solutions. This is especially true when the temporary solutions work well enough to postpone until the temporary fix fails.

This Side of Eternity

I suppose I have half a dozen or so questions. I know I will not know the answers to those questions even if I live to be a thousand. Only after my death will I know. Still, if I could ask God, I would really like to understand.

I happened upon a man preaching about the original sin, that is, when Adam ate that fruit. I think most would like to know what the fruit was. To me, that is but a mild curiosity. What I want to know is just what would have happened if Adam had immediately confessed his sin instead of trying to hide it, and then blaming it first on God and then on Eve.

We are cautioned about speculating, but from what we are told, I do believe we are given this account for a lesson to take to heart. It is an example of how we should admit our wrongdoing and own the wrong we do.

When we first read the questions God asks and the answers of Adam and Eve, I get the impression that the judgment was not just for eating the fruit but also for not accepting responsibility.

This brings to mind, just what would have been and how it would affect history if Adam and Eve had not tried to cover up what they did. Unfortunately, until I can ask God, I can only speculate.

However, I think I can assume that trying to blame others is never a good thing, even when it seems to work.

One Thing I Learned From Teaching

Teaching has been an unexpected wellspring of wisdom for me. The most profound lesson I’ve discovered is that true mastery of a subject emerges through the act of teaching. When you attempt to explain a concept to others, any gaps in your understanding become glaringly obvious. To teach effectively, you must comprehend the material with such depth and nuance that you can articulate it from every possible angle, revealing the intricate layers of knowledge hidden within.

The Cost of Crime

In recent years, the effectiveness of law enforcement in addressing retail theft has become a subject of growing concern. Despite the traditional adage that criminal activities are ultimately futile, some argue that current policies and practices have inadvertently created an environment where shoplifting and property crimes seem increasingly consequence-free. Challenges in the judicial system, including expedited release processes and potential limitations on law enforcement’s ability to respond, have raised questions about the deterrence of such criminal behaviors.

Now, there are complaints. It’s no wonder there is an increase in prices. It is but one of the costs of crime. It is a price the public pays when they encourage crime, such as bulk shoplifting, also known as theft. When done in mass, it becomes a major cost of doing business.

Retail theft extends far beyond the immediate financial loss of stolen merchandise. Businesses are compelled to invest heavily in enhanced security measures, often with minimal deterrent effect. Moreover, the broader societal cost manifests through increased law enforcement expenses, ultimately borne by taxpayers in an ongoing cycle of economic burden.

As retailers evaluate profitability, grocery stores often become the first casualties of economic shifts. Gradually, one store closes, then another, until an entire neighborhood transforms into what urban planners call a “food desert.” This systematic withdrawal creates a predictable cycle of economic decline, leaving communities bewildered by the sudden lack of essential services. The consequences are clear, yet those responsible seem perplexed by the outcomes they themselves have engineered.

Today, one of the big complaints in polls is increasing prices. Wake up, folks. An increase in prices is but one of many when lawless theft is permitted to run wild. Yet the Democrats have seemed to encourage the theft. Now they are the first to complain, blaming it on those trying desperately to put a stop to the fire originated by the Democrats.

Put the criminal in prison, which will decrease crime and help to control peace.

By the way, it will also make our cities much safer too. That is kinda important too.

Memories

The familiar route home, a path I’d traversed countless times, suddenly felt alien under the night’s dark canopy. As I navigated the shadowy road, a disorienting moment seized me—I was lost, despite knowing every curve and landmark. My speed dropped instinctively, and my eyes darted frantically across the landscape, searching for a recognizable silhouette or landmark. Seconds stretched like minutes until, mercifully, the terrain’s contours realigned in my mind, and recognition washed over me like a wave of relief. The sudden return of spatial awareness was profoundly comforting, a reminder of how our minds can momentarily disconnect from the most well-trodden paths.

As I approach my late seventies, the subtle signs of cognitive decline become increasingly apparent. Memory lapses emerge more frequently, compelling me to develop small strategies to navigate daily challenges. I find myself repeating tasks, correcting initial missteps, and occasionally experiencing moments of genuine concern. These subtle shifts can be overwhelming, transforming even simple routines into complex navigations that test my patience and resilience.

More than twenty years ago, despite having a sharp memory, I still occasionally forgot things. After breaking my ankle and relying on crutches, I quickly learned that navigating stairs was a challenging skill. Like many others who have used crutches, I initially went to great lengths to avoid stairs finding alternative routes whenever possible.

The familiar workplace demanded occasional navigation of stairs, a challenge I had grown accustomed to. On this particular day, I maneuvered through the doorway and ascended the steps with practiced precision. Reaching the center of the room, I paused, surveying my surroundings with a contemplative gaze. Supported by my crutches, I lingered in that moment of uncertainty, acutely aware that my memory had once again abandoned me, leaving me adrift in a sea of forgotten intentions.

As I glanced back at the steeps I had just ascended, a weary realization washed over me. My imminent return would inevitably resurrect the very reasons that initially compelled me to this challenging journey. The prospect of climbing these unforgiving steps twice, rather than the single arduous climb I had hoped for, loomed before me like an unavoidable burden.

As I retraced my steps, the purpose of my initial climb suddenly crystallized in my mind. Purposefully, I ascended the stairs once more, this time with clarity. After swiftly completing my intended task, I descended back to the room where I had started, mission accomplished.

That day, I proved something very important. For the remaining time I was on crutches, I never again forgot why I went from one room to another. That is to say, given the proper encouragement, a person can train their brain. I know I did. When something is important enough, one can keep from forgetting it.

Well, I suppose that’s not entirely true. For some reason, I can’t remember the filter size for my furnace. Every time I go to the store and get to where the filters are, I am reminded that I don’t know the size and I never wrote it down. Now my furnace needs two filters badly, and it keeps getting colder outside.

I guess I will have to make a special trip… In the cold.

Baseball & Football

From age six, I loved playing baseball. The problem is, now I am far too old. As for football, I use it for napping. Fifteen minutes, and I’m out like a light. I suppose I could record games for the summer, but so far, it just takes a bit longer for me to fall asleep.

My passion for ping pong remains strong, though opportunities to play have become increasingly rare. The sport demands a controlled environment, as even a slight wind can disrupt the delicate balance of the game. While I’m confident in my initial skills and believe I could hold my own against casual players, my age suggests that sustained, intense play might challenge my endurance. I’m eager to find a suitable venue and a worthy opponent to reignite my love for table tennis.