Fear

Fear can be a good thing, or not so good.  It can keep us from doing stupid things and it can cause us to do stupid things.  Sometimes when we face fear, we become heroes, sometimes cowards.

I don’t mind telling you, I faced my times of fear.  In 1968, I got off a bus in San Diego and put my feet on some yellow foot prints painted on the asphalt.  …and I was afraid.  I spent a year in Vietnam.  While there, I had my moments in fear, even before the plane landed in Da Nang.  I don’t guess I need to tell you, I was not alone in my fear.

Recently, we all saw what happens when two parents fear for the life of their child and a government fears for a revelation of a substandard health care.  It would appear to me that the English government had but one reason for not allowing a child to go outside the islands for possible care; Italy’s doctors might have succeeded where British doctors didn’t.  They feared that it would uncover that they might have done something wrong.

…and so it was that an innocent three-year-old child died at the hands of substandard health system that is being run by a substandard government.  Though the Prime Minister had nothing to do with the death, she must share the guilt.  There is no doubt in my mind that she could have done something, but, instead she ignored the situation, as if she never read or heard about it.

My guess is that she was acting, or perhaps more accurately, not acting out of fear.  After all, she might lose votes in Parliament if her government were to be exposed for their fear.  Certainly, the last thing Parliament wants is to have the world find out that their wonderful health care system isn’t all it is supposed to be.

I don’t know if anything could have been done for the child.  I do know that it shows a pattern.  It is not the first time it has happened and I am sure it won’t be the last.  To me, it sounds like a good reason to avoid going to London on holiday, especially if you have children.  If your 2 year-old gets sick while there, you just might not be able to get him out of the country.

More-than-that, we will never know what was wrong with the last child.  No one outside of the country will be able to look at the body.  No one will be able to tell the world that some mistake was made during his diagnosis or his treatment.

It is but one small reason that a nation’s government should never manage healthcare.  Just think, if we had national healthcare, that poor child might be yours one day.  He will lie at death’s door.  Even if you know a way to bring him back to good health, even if you know a doctor who can heal your child, there will not be one thing you will be able to do.  The healthcare system will be afraid that you just might prove them wrong and they can’t afford something like that.

If your child does die because of some blunder by a state doctor, who is there to find out?  Certainly not the state.  They have too much to fear to do something like that.

I once heard someone say, “If you think healthcare is bad now, just wait until it is free.”  It is one one of my greatest fears.  You see, I lived under single provider healthcare while I was in the Corps.  My oldest son almost died of tonsillitis though he was treated by Navy doctors for a week.

Finally, I went to a civilian doctor who said he was barely able to breath because his tonsils were so swollen.  I really hate to think of what might have happened if I didn’t have that option.  Just remembering how close I was to losing him makes me more afraid than I ever was in Vietnam.

 

Compromise

I seldom want to quote Bernie Sanders, but I just heard him say something undeniably true.  “What was once considered radical is now mainstream.”

Sounds like a good reason not to compromise to me.  If he has his way, we will compromise all the way to communism.  As he said, we are already over half way there.  On the other hand, liberals never want to compromise when it means moving toward being more conservative.

As Lady Margaret Thatcher once said, (No matter how slow it is going, why get on the train if it’s going the wrong way?)  Notice I used parenthesis instead of quotes because it is a paraphrase.  I heard her on TV one day and I am not sure of the precise words.

I agree with what she said, but I think I would have said that doing such a thing is, “Crazy Nuts,” if I may quote the title of one of my own books.

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Controllers and Floaters

The following is the premise of a group of my books about a group of people called floaters and another group called controllers. While neither group really exists, I do believe there are people who like to control other people. Some were called kings, some emperors, pharaohs, etc, they do their best to take control of all the world. They are also on a smaller scale. Some are politicians, some are businessmen, some lawyers. In the previous post, the controllers are the communists. Unfortunately, those protecting the Vietnamese gave up and let the communists come in and take control.

In the world I’ve created in my books, the controllers have natural enemies. They are called floaters. After you have read the below premise, you might decide you want to visit my little world. I think it is better than the real one. If only floaters were real. Maybe then, we would not have health care systems that require women to be covered for prostrate cancer. We would not require men to be covered for miscarriages.

The following is an excerpt from the foreword in the book, “Wolf.”

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There are controllers in this world. They are part of a large organization that want to control the world as well as each other. Some go into business and use the business laws to take control. Some go into politics. Others simply linger in the background and provide backing for those who are willing to do their bidding.

Though controllers use various methods and though they compete viciously with each other, they will unite in a minute for one purpose, to kill floaters. The floaters are the only people who can stop them from reaching their goals. As long as one floater lives, they know they cannot achieve world dominance.

For this reason, they will stop at nothing to kill any floater. For this reason, floaters must work quietly. They must never reveal who they are. If they do, they know that they will be hounded by the controllers until they are dead.

Not all controllers know about floaters. It is something they keep within the higher ranks. It would seem contrary to their desire to destroy the floaters, but if the floaters were revealed to the public, the controllers would also reveal themselves. If they and their purposes were revealed, it would make their goals unattainable.
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Unfortunately, there are no floaters. At least some of us must take up our cause and fight for our freedom every day. If we don’t, the controllers will take it from us. They have already attacked our freedom of speech, religion and the right to use weapons to protect ourselves.

Most of us are like the farmer in my previous post. We are completely oblivious to the fact that the controllers, the real ones are after our freedom. One day we will wake up and find we are under the control of a controller who calls himself, president. He will take control by promising us free food, housing and phones.

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One Farmer

While in Vietnam one day, I was in a truck. I wasn’t the only one in the truck. I guess there were about 14 of us. However, I was likely the only one who took note of a farmer in his field up to his knees in water. My guess is that he was harvesting his rice crop, but I don’t know.

Now, why would I take note of this farmer and what makes me write about him? After all, it was decades ago. Most people would have forgotten about the man a long time ago.

The fact is, the farmer was completely oblivious to what all was going on around him. He was too busy just trying to survive. There was one group of people who wanted to take control of his life, his and all those around him. Then there were those of us who were trying to protect him from the communists.

It is conceivable that someone might have told him, but he likely had no interest in it. First, he likely didn’t truly understand. Second, he likely felt he couldn’t do anything one way or the other. Third, he likely didn’t look far beyond the next day. It is hard to think politics when you have a wife and a couple of children who are facing starvation in the next few days.

Besides these two groups, there was another group, very far removed from Vietnam. They had goals too. They wanted an end to the war in Vietnam. They had little interest in the farmer or what might happen to him.  I am sure the protesters are proud of what they did.

So it was, in a short time, the decision was made to withdraw. Decades later, I talked to a pilot who flew for the Vietnamese Air Force. When he left his country, he was flying a C-130 (a large cargo plane) that was overloaded and people were falling off the rear door as he went to the runway. Somehow, I suspect that the war protesters cared little about them either, or those who died at sea trying to escape the communists.

Today, I often think about that farmer I saw. I wonder what happened to him. I suspect he lost his farm, though he was likely required to continue working it. It’s the sort of thing the communists do.

On the other hand, he might have been one of the million or so that were killed by the communists. If he objected about them taking over his farm, it is the sort of thing they might have done.

…and, of course, the war protesters are really happy they prevailed.

I had no desire to go to Vietnam. I even had one year of exemption for college. I must admit, I was afraid. (That’s right, I was a scared marine) Fortunately, I spent my tour mostly at Da Nang air base. There were still some nights we were scared enough to go running for the bunker.

There is, however, but one thing I truly regret, that I was never able to help that farmer. After all, most of us would die without the farmers.

(Please note, this and the next post are loosely related.  If you like this one, you might like the next.)

I have an Idea (2)

No need to build a wall.

Winston Churchill said that socialists need walls to hold people in. (my words, such as East Berlin)  Capitalists need walls to keep people out.  (my words, such as the US)

Solution: turn Mexico from socialism to capitalism.  The US is already going from capitalism to socialism.  At some point, people will stop coming north and start going south.  (oddly, beach front property in southern California will again be affordable.  Property in Baha California will be outrageous.)

To be sure, there is one problem with this approach.  Getting the US to become socialist seems to be simple.  Getting Mexico to become capitalist is likely a tad bit more difficult than impossible.  It just might be easier to build the wall, though I’m not sure.

How to Destroy a Nation

I am hardly the epitome of a great person.  I have made countless bad decisions, some, oddly, on purpose.  I thought that I could circumvent the consequences.

However, I’m hardly an ogre.  To the best of my knowledge, I murdered not one.  I try to be honest.  I try not to hurt people.  I neither drink nor smoke and never did.

Enough already.  It’s not my point to brag, but I’m sure you get my point.  The fact is, I do love this country.  I spent nine years in the Marines doing my little part to keep us free.  I even spent one year in Vietnam,  pretty much terrified.

However, if I decided I wanted to destroy this country, the first thing I would do is to destroy the family structure.  Well, I guess someone beat me to it.  The concept of one father, one mother and children is about gone.  Satan, through the communists Soviets, has been very busy.  Something tells me he does not like this country or what it stands for.

First, the idea of marriage has been completely redefined.  Second, children are being reprogrammed by the public education system.  They have forced God out of our schools so that they can put things into our children’s minds that are completely foreign to the principles that this country was founded on.

Third, they have made the state the main provider of sustenance, not the father.  Hence, there is no more need for the father to remain in the home.  He serves no purpose other than, possibly abusing the wife and children, which profits Satan and the communists.  After all, children are the future of any country.

The state has made marriage and divorce fast and easy, even to the point of the “No fault” divorces.  Believe it or not, there was a time when people actually had to present a valid reason to a judge in order to get a divorce.  Indeed there are some couples who get divorces for no other reason than for tax purposes.

Then, of course there are those who don’t even bother with the marriage at all.  Who wants to make a real commitment?   It is just paper, right?

…and so it is that the true concept of the family continues to fade off into obscurity.  Most assuredly,  if it is not soon reversed, our nation will follow.  I’m not a prophet.  It doesn’t take a prophet to see the future in this case.

Then, as Nikita  Khrushchev said, the Russians will just march in and take over without firing a shot.  However, they might have to hurry.  Mexico might beat them to it.

Home Made Guns

Some have the allusion that it takes a big factory to build guns.  Yet, David Marshall Williams made a semi-automatic rifle while incarcerated in prison.  He built it in the prison machine shop.

Basically, it was the one used by hundreds of thousands of soldiers during WWII.  In some some ways, it was a better gun for war than those that were designed and built in the big factories.

I have no doubt that a good blacksmith with the proper tools can build rifles or sidearms with nothing more than a little of the right raw materials and a few good tools.

Some might want to consider that when they say we should make guns illegal.  At least the ones we have now have serial numbers and can be traced to some degree.  If people start making them in basements, we won’t know where they come from, or, for that matter, what country they come from.