Following is quotation of a letter I wrote to the good Mr. Cruz:
Well good old Ted Cruz turns out to be just another typical professional politician… Joining hands with the demonrats and the other GOP example of absurdity Rubio, to blame Donald trump for the absurdity and illegal behavior of Chicago liberals. I was already skeptical of Cruz thanks to the universal traitorism revealed by the GOP after the recent victories in DC which were followed by the republicrats joining hands to support the oBama rather than keeping their promises to the voters.
I really felt like Cruz was of a different sort, but obviously such is not the case. My support and whatever influence I can generate will henceforth be in Donald Trump’s behalf.
The GOP used to be the wall behind which the American tradition of freedom/responsibility took refuge, but now the democratic (politic of mediocrity ~Socrates) infection has spread from the demonrats and infected the GOP. This is a tremendous disappointment.
It is most unfortunate that politics has become a profession. Cruz and the rest are the executive welfare class. Enjoying the perks of lifetime wages, healthcare and and a host of other benefits at the cost of the voters whose pocketbooks they are milking.
Trump will have his work cut out for him, getting past both the demonrats and the Republicrat liars… god forgive us if we are unable to wrest control from the political professionals and return it to the people.
Some of us are thankful for freedom
Others for big brother’s purse.
I’m thankful for Jefferson’s wisdom
And thankful things aren’t even worse.
I’m thankful for my little sister
Souls bleed but this is obverse.
Children, grandchildren, the National Anthem
The ability to converse.
To who is it we are to be thankful?
Who was it that lit the big bang?
What was it that up and exploded?
From what origin does that one hang?
Jesus? God? Allah?
Or is it Caballa?
Perhaps just a useful harangue.
Ultimately it doesn’t matter
The fact is that thanks does exist.
Whatever it is, this “creator”
Will not go by me unkissed.
I guess it’s not odd if I call it God
And I’m thankful too for this tryst.
Written in reaction and as commentary towards “Death Without Weeping / Has poverty ravaged mother love in the shantytowns of Brazil?” by Nancy Scheper-Hughes, for a cultural anthropology class I’m taking…
I have a difficult time with this. We live in a world where this type of thing need not be. The wealth of the world is astounding and people still suffer indescribably from what we call poverty. Coming, as I do, from a background of Christian “virtue”, it’s been stunning to realize that so much horror occurs in the name of “Jesus”. In this situation we hear of a midwife speaking, “just to dust the infant with baby powder and wait for it to die”, this sort of thinking justified as “cooperating with God’s plan.” It’s certainly hard to comprehend how anyone could see such a thing as being part of the “plan” of an all powerful deity. My own ethnocentrism temps me to explain it as the ignorance of a substandard civilization, but I see the same logic used right here in our own glorious, civilized, academic territory of wisdom where many see everything as directed by some unseen, inexplicable deity and all the misfortunes as being part of “his will” and the fault of our “unworthiness” of some sort. We see beliefs and behavior in another culture which are very similar to our own, and see it as horror, which many of us also see as “his will”. The solution to such problems as this is indescribably simple, unfortunately the first requirement is logical concern against which, Gods, politics, power and money are vigilantly on guard. Bom Jesus de mata doesn’t mean “beneath the quiet” in my book.. But then, I’m just cooperating with God’s plan… ‘er somethin’.