11-11-11 AND OTHER RANDOM THOUGHTS

November 11, 2011

In nearly three years of writing articles on socio-economic and political thought (not to mention various other issues), I have yet to spend one column rambling. So today, I would like to just throw out some thoughts and observations.

The first observation is the date on the calendar. It's 11-11-11.  This combination of numbers will not happen again for another hundred years. The last time it occurred (Nov 11, 1911), the Great Blue Norther weather anomaly happened. Many Midwestern U.S. cities broke record high temperatures during that early Saturday afternoon only to get walloped with a cold snap of air that dropped the temps into single digits. Kansas City, MO hit 76 degrees at 2 PM and by midnight the mercury stood at 11 degrees.

Think about this: the number eleven has a special characteristic in mathematics where it is the sixth prime number. It contains some interesting peculiarities where the number eleven times itself equals a palindrome:

(2 digits) 11 x 11 = 121
(6 digits) 111111 x 111111 = 12345654321
(9 digits) 111111111 x 111111111 = 12345678987654321

You have to admit, the number is interesting.

Today, it goes without saying, is Veteran's Day in both the U.S., Canada and Australia. Many people from these three countries will have a moment of silence at 11am (11:00) local time to honor soldiers who fought for their country. It's roots go back to Armistice Day, ending World War I. Please spend a few moments honoring our men and women in uniform, both fallen and alive.

Enough about 11-11-11.

As I ramble on, my thoughts turn to an unusual event that occurred Thursday (Nov 10). While sitting on my front porch a young squirrel fell out of an oak tree near the walkway, some twenty feet away and was terribly wounded. Two holes were in its side as if a couple of wild birds had been picking on it. I appears he broke his back in the fall.

My wife and I tried to help him, fixing him a box with shredded paper and placing the rodent in it. We put salve on his wounds and a little fruit in the box so he could eat, but, he didn't make it.

I never knew how unusually cute squirrels are until I looked into his helpless eyes. Sometimes Mother Nature's creatures just don't pull through in many crises.

That got me to thinking about our country. I am completing a re-reading of Pat Buchanan's latest book, Suicide of a Superpower: Will America Survive to 2025? I wrote about this book in an earlier column wherein I expressed a fear of the so-called Diversity Cult. The ones comprising this group are of the ilk of the MoveOn and Center for American Progress people. Their praise of open immigration and multi-culturalism in America is paramount with their expressed stated goal of making White Americans a minority within a generation. Liberal groups and individuals such as Tim Wise, Michael Moore, and the Center for American Progress yearn for this day because they think this will result in the death of the Republican Party.

Then (speaking of Republicans), my mind turned to the GOP debate Wednesday Night at Oakland University in Michigan. We witnessed two important developments during the two-hour broadcast:  (1) The Republican candidates had each other's backs, refused to take the moderators' intra-party attack bait, and engaged in a substantive, serious debate.  (2)  A former frontrunner's campaign may have crossed the rubicon into political death valley.

I think on this 11-11-11, America would be served well if Rick Perry held a press conference and announced: "It's been real, and it's been fun! But to stay in the race any longer, won't be real fun."

Two years ago, long before the average Joe ever heard of Michele Bachmann, I told my readers that she was a woman worth looking at as a Presidential contender. I thought to myself Wednesday night that she doesn't seem like a relevant player on stage anymore, and hasn't for some time.  She was the Tea Party's and conservative's idol, but then came Perry. Then came Cain. Now who?  Gingrich?

And speaking of Cain, I think I understand why the audience at Wednesday's CNBC debate booed Maria Bartiromo's question to Herman about sexual harassment allegations. They don't believe there is any truth to them. They suspect, along with the candidate, that the women concerned are part of a liberal lynch mob out to smear another strong, conservative, black man. They know that accusations of sexual harassment are often nebulous and politically correct. If I guess correctly, they also believe — with considerable justification — that the press is less interested in the dry details of policy than in salacious tales of misbehavior. They resent being dragged into another smutty distraction.

As I ramble on let me tell you about an interesting phone call from my son Brad, the lead Ron Paul cheerleader par excellence. Brad and I share several phone conversations a week, most of which centers on how the "lamescream media" continues to ignore Ron Paul and how his libertarian views can save the country.

I'm on record saying that Ron Paul would make a great Treasury Secretary, but that is as far as I will take it. My son, on the other hand, says I make him "sad" because I would support anyone else.

Thursday, however, Brad mentioned the name of a family of which I have not spoken of, or written about, and who is the only group of people more powerful and more sinister than George Soros. Time and space prohibit me at this juncture from elaborating on the Rothschild's family, but suffice it to say, when Brad mentioned their name, I shuttered.

For any of my readers interested in looking into the Rothschilds, you can Google it, but I'd stay away from the Illuminati angle of the conspiracy theory.  By the way, the Rothschilds are indeed responsible for the FED, so Ron Paul may be on to something, which may cost him his life if he gets elected - just ask Jack Kennedy.

Finally, as I was about to write this article, I began to think about the small semi-rural church I pastor in the town of Windsor, VA. I am about to embark on a mission to save this church from its past and make it relevant to a community in which less than 5 percent of children and youth, from birth to age 20, go to church.

Like most churches of this genre, Windsor Baptist has spent the last thirty years backing into the future while looking forward to the past. This self-perpetuating cycle of nonsense has to stop.

I can't wait to open the curtain to a plan that will cast a new vision for this church of 70 people. The vision includes scrapping the antiquated by-laws which have governed the church (revisions aside) since 1906. It includes doing away with committees (we have 24 of them!) and creating five all-encompassing ministries. I have formulated new purpose and mission statements, a new church motto and have the beginnings of a new emphasis in the community.

I should say at this point, that I feel a sense of awe at the task ahead of me as their leader. At my age, I am certain this will be my last hurrah in the ministry and what I set out to embark on will probably be either my "Yorktown" or my "Waterloo." I pray it is the former.

Random thoughts for 11-11-11. I've never done this before. I hope I didn't bore you. Let me know if you think I should do this again sometime.


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