Reflections From a Murky Pond

With the weather finally seeming to be warming up and improving, I do believe that it’s time to consider wandering around the city and seeing what bit of fun, interest, and/or beauty are hidden away.

Hidden Treasures

Truly! You never know what hidden treasures you might and enjoy. And, for the more jaded, there’s also the potential for some more extreme urban exploration available.

So, after so many months of coyly refusing to state that she’s was going to run for POTUS in 2016, Hillary Clinton finally decided to officially announce her candidacy.

It’s apparently a case of “bros before hoes,” a phrase that once meant you didn’t abandon or betray your friends for your girlfriend but, during the 2008 Democrat primaries became that Blacks come before White women.

Sadly, when dealing the possibility of Hillary following Obama into the White House, it’s a case of a bro before a hoe but both coming before- and hastening the collapse of America.

Hillary Clinton became an iconic figure by feeding the media and the Left the kind of rhetoric they love. Barack Obama did the same and became president. Neither had any concrete accomplishments beforehand besides rhetoric, and both have had the opposite of accomplishments after taking office.

They have something else in common. They attract the votes of those people who vote for demographic symbolism — “the first black president” to be followed by “the first woman president” — and neither is to be criticized, lest you be denounced for racism or sexism.

It is staggering that there are sane adults who can vote for someone to be president of the United States as if they are in school, just voting for “most popular boy” or “most popular girl” — or, worse yet, voting for someone who will give them free stuff.

— Thomas Sowell
The National Review (March 24, 2015)

This is what the American electorate, thanks to the warm body franchise, has devolved and degenerated into – “People” who decry racism but vote for a candidate solely because of his race to be followed by those who decry sexism but will vote for candidate solely because she has a vagina.

In all honesty, this is potential – and not too improbably – where things are headed in America.

Bake The Cake, You Damn, Dirty Christian!

The “Faggot Liberation Front” and it’s Liberal and Progressive fellow travelers, panderers, and enablers are rather strongly moving towards this well-known and Dystopian future.

What do Christians need, a #ChristianBusinessesMatter Twitter hashtag? Or should they riot in the streets and commit various sundry heinous crimes like the Blacks and Muslims do?

When it comes to teaching, the importance of the parables can hardly be overestimated. Scholars, rhetoricians, politicians, and philosophers as long ago as Socrates Aristotle used the didactic approach of these succinct stories to teach and illustrate deeper truths and moral or spiritual lessons in a fascinating and intriguing manner that engaged the student.

In light of that, I present the Parable of The Lions:

The Lions

There was a pride of lions in the African Savannah that did very well. They were the envy of the plains. They did so well that often the other prides would get to feed on their leftovers. In fact, some actually lived on these remains. Their success was based on their great leadership. The Alpha pair would not tolerate laziness or cowardice from the others in the pride. After a while, the other lions’ envy grew and with it so grew their resentment. They said it was not fair that these few should have so much and meanwhile, they only shared in the scraps and their plight was always a struggle.

As their envy grew, so did their boldness. One day, with the help of other sympathetic beasts, they managed to kill the Alpha pair. They rejoiced in their deed. They now had achieved the equality they sought after for so long.

After a while, the laziness set in for some of the others in the top pride. Without the strong leadership of the Alpha pair, this laziness became more and more prevalent throughout the pride and their skills and abilities diminished.

“What!?” Said the others. “You are no longer leaving scraps for us to take. That’s not fair! We are also hungry!” So, the others began laying in wait for them to make the kill and then they would pounce on them, overcoming them in numbers and stealing their meat.

The more that this happened, the less that the top pride was willing to hunt. Some that still possessed the cunning and drive moved from the Savannah to another part of the country where again they flourished and built up the pride as it once was.

In the end, the Savannah lions, no longer able to get sustenance for themselves, turned on each other. Now they live a meager existence and share in their equality.

— Michael M. Garcia

Yes, “The Lions” is a compelling parable that presents both some of the political woes besetting America and rest the Civilized World and the underlying societal and moral failures that have engendered those horrific and destructive political issues.

The dance of nations’ diplomacy is always underscored by the drums of war but rarely before has this dance been so evocative of Death.

The Dance with Iran Is A Danse Macabre

There is little doubt that dance we’re in with Iran over their nuclear weapons program is a Dance of Death. This is largely because Obama and the other players from the West don’t even seem to realize that Iran is dancing to completely different music, in instruments, meter, tempo, and even scale it is written and played in.

Dance when you’re broken open.
Dance when you’ve torn the bandage off.
Dance in the middle of fighting.
Dance in your blood.
Dance when you’re perfectly free.
Struck, the dancer hears a tambourine inside her,
like a wave that crests into foam at the very top,
Begins.
Maybe you don’t hear that tambourine,
or the tree leaves clapping time.
Close the ears on your head,
that listen mostly to lies and cynical jokes.
There are other things to see, and hear.
Music. Dance.
A brilliant city inside your soul!

— Jalāl ad-DÄ«n Muhammad RÅ«mÄ«

And so we shall cavort and gyrate to our songs as the Iranians shall to their own strains. I think though that their music is stronger to them and stranger to us than ours can ever again be and that their dancers in their terrible beauty shall best amuse Death on Her thrown.