GUEST POST by Darr Moon (Custer County, Idaho) —
Patriots,
America seems hell bent on flinging another arm into the proverbial "Tar Baby", that boiling cauldron of misplaced adventure in the Middle East. War drums beat a syncopated rhythm that seems to transcend political ideology. The first beat, the mother of all Republican beats, designed to bring "Democracy" to the most undemocratic nations of the world and today, the Democratic beat of aimless compassion, designed to keep the bad guys from killing the bad guys by killing innocent people with cruise missiles. Foreign policy is become more foreign to me as America continues to proceed into the mine field of Middle Eastern politics. Just who have we been teaching a lesson to over there to all these years anyway, the bad guys or the really bad guys? Maybe a lesson of minding your own business is due and who better than our dear old Uncle Remus.
Had President Obama been a student of his ancestral brethren he may have been tuned in to the timeless teachings written by Joel Chandler Harris in the 1880's of the fictional character Uncle Remus whose aged wisdom gave direction to many a child. I was a great fan of Uncle Remus's stories during my informative years and often reminisce about the keen folklore wisdom vividly explained through a host of animal characters. The simple truths about human nature showed how small issues can grow into nightmares when we stick our nose in others business; too bad our President likely missed the benefit of these adventures. He was in Indonesia during the time most youngsters hear about such reconstruction era folklore. These stories offer an important bit of Americana that helped both black and white people find roots in our common humanity.
You would think by now, especially with several American limbs already stuck in tar, a depleted treasury and climbing body count from ongoing liberation activities that the thought of throwing yet another fist into the black gooey stuff would be convincingly foolish. But alas, those of us who live in fly over country don't apparently get the hidden workings and secret mechanisms of operating a nation whose task it seems of late is to be the world's policeman. Apparently most in Washington have forgotten one of the more important principles of being a sovereign nation, keeping our noses out of other nation's business.
Seeing little hope that reason will prevail in the affairs of the politically ambitious I should hope that those powerful and mighty may assume that those of us who wish to remain in peace and prosperity are banished to the outback. Oh please Mr. Obama, don't throw me in the briar patch.
In Liberty,
Darr
Note to reader: Some have used the stories of American slaves as compiled by Joel Chandler Harris to point the finger of racism at whites. I hope you don't read my opinion above as such. I offer the stories of the American slave era as proof that no matter our color, or disposition in life, we are all connected by a singular humanity that recognizes our shortcomings. I would hope that in these days of heightened racial awareness that we could all find common ground in our uniquely American heritage and find comfort that we are all indeed created equal when all the hype is wash away. I believe the stories of "Uncle Remus" as elemental as they may be shed light on the current folly of getting involved where nothing can be gained by choosing sides.
Patriots,
America seems hell bent on flinging another arm into the proverbial "Tar Baby", that boiling cauldron of misplaced adventure in the Middle East. War drums beat a syncopated rhythm that seems to transcend political ideology. The first beat, the mother of all Republican beats, designed to bring "Democracy" to the most undemocratic nations of the world and today, the Democratic beat of aimless compassion, designed to keep the bad guys from killing the bad guys by killing innocent people with cruise missiles. Foreign policy is become more foreign to me as America continues to proceed into the mine field of Middle Eastern politics. Just who have we been teaching a lesson to over there to all these years anyway, the bad guys or the really bad guys? Maybe a lesson of minding your own business is due and who better than our dear old Uncle Remus.
Had President Obama been a student of his ancestral brethren he may have been tuned in to the timeless teachings written by Joel Chandler Harris in the 1880's of the fictional character Uncle Remus whose aged wisdom gave direction to many a child. I was a great fan of Uncle Remus's stories during my informative years and often reminisce about the keen folklore wisdom vividly explained through a host of animal characters. The simple truths about human nature showed how small issues can grow into nightmares when we stick our nose in others business; too bad our President likely missed the benefit of these adventures. He was in Indonesia during the time most youngsters hear about such reconstruction era folklore. These stories offer an important bit of Americana that helped both black and white people find roots in our common humanity.
You would think by now, especially with several American limbs already stuck in tar, a depleted treasury and climbing body count from ongoing liberation activities that the thought of throwing yet another fist into the black gooey stuff would be convincingly foolish. But alas, those of us who live in fly over country don't apparently get the hidden workings and secret mechanisms of operating a nation whose task it seems of late is to be the world's policeman. Apparently most in Washington have forgotten one of the more important principles of being a sovereign nation, keeping our noses out of other nation's business.
Seeing little hope that reason will prevail in the affairs of the politically ambitious I should hope that those powerful and mighty may assume that those of us who wish to remain in peace and prosperity are banished to the outback. Oh please Mr. Obama, don't throw me in the briar patch.
In Liberty,
Darr
Note to reader: Some have used the stories of American slaves as compiled by Joel Chandler Harris to point the finger of racism at whites. I hope you don't read my opinion above as such. I offer the stories of the American slave era as proof that no matter our color, or disposition in life, we are all connected by a singular humanity that recognizes our shortcomings. I would hope that in these days of heightened racial awareness that we could all find common ground in our uniquely American heritage and find comfort that we are all indeed created equal when all the hype is wash away. I believe the stories of "Uncle Remus" as elemental as they may be shed light on the current folly of getting involved where nothing can be gained by choosing sides.
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