The following was submitted to Kettle Moraine Publications by the author on June 2, 2022 – and we brought it back to the Front page once again on February 13, 2023 – has anything changed? It was submitted at a point of the author ready to give up the fight – a distinct feeling that many of us feel on a daily basis – but thankfully – Charles has NOT given up the fight, and we have chosen to publish the following – just to make a point – and set the records straight – and to Pray God – that we awaken many! ~ Editor
There is a point in every life where nothing is worth the effort it requires to give chase.
I’m there.
I’ve had enough.
I’ve been venting, ranting, and writing about topics I judged worth my effort for about fifteen years. My fervor is dead. I’m fighting too many battles on too many fronts.
I’m picking the battle that is most important to me ~ ME!
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My first sip of coffee is always magical – I know my morning routine is full-on, and I have a lot to accomplish. But today, incredulity stunts my ardor, derailing noteworthy thoughts and interrupting my course with inconceivable idiocy. It’s another WTF moment. Unfortunately, I’ve been having a lot of those lately.
It’s another day like every other – exactly the same but different. It began like every other day… except today, there was frost on everything.
I genuinely like early morning, so I comfortably slip into my daily routine…
I’m sitting here sipping coffee and slogging through what passes for news. I’m not sure what bothers me more, the lies or the inept leadership in America. It could be both…
The title is a curious military cliche that ricocheted through my consciousness as I sipped my morning coffee.
So they show that what Isaiah said about them is true: ‘You people will listen and listen, but you will not understand. You will look and look, but you will not really see. Yes, the minds of these people are now closed. They have ears, but they don’t listen. They have eyes, but they refuse to see. If their minds were not closed, they might see with their eyes; they might hear with their ears; they might understand with their minds. Then they might turn back to me and be healed.’ But God has blessed you. You understand what you see with your eyes. And you understand what you hear with your ears. I can assure you, many prophets and godly people wanted to see what you now see. But they did not see it. And many prophets and godly people wanted to hear what you now hear. But they did not hear it.
It’s early Thursday morning. I finished my morning tomato juice as I scanned the media feeds. I discovered some interesting opinion pieces (Op-eds) as I wade through the usual intellectual pablum that passes for insight.
Around 150 BC, Cato, the grumpy Roman senator, ended every speech, no matter what the topic (grain allotments for the plebs, plans for a new aqueduct, whatever), with the injunction –
Saturday night, a significant thunderstorm dumped just under 2 inches of rain in 45 minutes. I was awake writing my last article. The streets flooded, and the downpour moved a tremendous amount of debris into the cul de sac where I live. Some of the rocks were too big to drive over. Let’s just say that living in a hillside community has advantages and disadvantages.
No, I’m not going to touch abortion, even though I have some definite opinions. This article concerns decisions that directly and indirectly cause the death of over 170,000 American Citizens, untold numbers of immigrants, and cost undisclosed billions of tax dollars to support a political agenda.
The media feeds are like a combat zone full of mines, tripwires, and pitfalls. I’m constantly setting off something as I
I am invisible.
My usual Saturday morning involves a cup of coffee or three. A leisurely scan of the Media Info Feeds (MIFs). And some contemplation on the alleged news as I awaken to the chaos. A noticeable lack of integrity in the morning’s observation haunted me as I read several articles. My disappointment with our lack of moral direction has been with me for some time, but today was especially bitter. We’ve crossed the line from unacceptable to “you’ve got to be shitting me!”
Misrepresentation is the act or state of being represented incorrectly, improperly, falsely, or unsatisfactorily.