Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Morals the fight they make


The morals of children, the fight they make.

 

In many ways being around kids, a lifetime of being a mentor being split between two generations, mine and theirs I have found that kids don’t really like to fight, if they do it, it is over a few simple things like sharing, that’s mine, and the response he did this first. One kind of learns to be listening for the sign of the issue before the fight.

 

Humanity usually does not fight over or about money, if they do it, it is about deceptions.

 

This is not about weather the founding fathers did right, or about the concept of this nation, nor even how this nation works, they all work fine. This not about weather or not you can and do have representation, in the law, and in the leaders, this is about whether you are picking the right one, right now on election year, and the next.

 

The minute man the reason we have guns..

 

America, the land of free, is free because of the minute-man, so powerful was he in reflection they named a nuclear missile after him.

 

That gives the right to bare arms the teeth in law, that is why from street hoodlum to Teachers in the Colleges of Idaho, you have a right to own a gun, to wear it if need be, but to use with restraint.

 

Now think for a minute about right and wrong, what country out there would want to try to walk down our streets to war with us, I mean first they would have to cross a sea right, fly a plane, stack up enough to try and war with us, bomb smashing war, tank shelling war.

 

They would have an issue, the minute man, the unknown into the fight.

 

It takes one man to scare a man into his house; it takes a hundred to scare him out. This is my reflection of Waco, Texas.

 

Right or wrong we have that right, I care not what you hunt if you do it right, I care little that worry, your fears are so strong so much as to buy a gun, I do not as is my right, I will barrow one of yours if we need to make that fight.

 

Would you go to a bank and loan for a gun…would you indebt yourself for a gun?

 

Think for a moment how much do you spend for your gun, your bullets, as cool as they are how much of your budget do you spend, reality please, do you spend enough that yours kids if you have go hungry even one meal, do you play with your mortgage or rent even a dollar barrowed from one, to buy that gun or that bullet or in the use of that gun or bullet, do you waste on the gun that is your right, but how much do you allow out of that budget at home, how much really do you allow yourself your excess. Any excess…

 

A tenth of your budget do you play with, maybe more how about thirty percent, maybe more fifty percent, or maybe you’re rich enough to play with seventy percent of your rent and mortgage, seventy percent of your income.

 

Seventy percent of your income to endanger, do you use to play with your excess, be it wine, or cars, or guns do you allow your need of the excess, that seventy percent you would spend.

 

 

The drunk upon the street wears the clothing of his excess, a reflection of life spent needlessly partaking spirits the mirror of his self esteem- a life given to the excess.

 

The realities of the war machine are far worse, for a friend a friend in need.

 

Seventy percent of this country’s debt is the war machine, paid for this year, seventy percent paid for last year, and yes seventy percent of that budget paid for next year, on really cool things that go boom.

 

That is what we give our friends, Seventy percent of our budget to make them feel as safe as we do with our minute man.

 

Now about that minute man missile they have never dismantled him, his age, his toxicity, like the drunk of the street, has never been cared for, they cannot sell him, they can not but wait to bury him or use him.

 

This is true of every weapon of war not used; this is the fate of a weapon of war. If you cannot expend it, you carry it until it is buried. The same is true of a warrior’s fate. Thus the wrong, with the soldier of fortune, to profit on his fate, to sell a weapon carries the very same weight.  To sell our weapons is to prostitute their fate.

 

To indebt a nation, to indebt our friends, to indebt you, to barrow money on your name, your credit to purchase this, a multiple value times a multiple value of weapons of war. To be prostituted to highest bidder, the manufacturing of such at a level to create carnage until the end of time, to able to kill life on earth a thousand times over. The production is at levels above our own planet’s population world wide.  

 

If we but paid for what we have right now, we would have enough to extinguish every human life, everyone with what we already have.

 

What fear of a hoodlum wouls justify this? Is there another Hitler out there, massing tanks and invading lands? Who is out there in all these lands, that has enough weapons to kill every land, every man? Who is out there to purchase your excess?

 

Would the debt be easier to bare, if it was about your education, your science, does not the school share an importance of your life, does not a road, does not a library, to understand this debt your must understand the size.

 

If you were to take the amount of just this year, (which is on the order of trillions- thousands for every person on Earth) you would be able to put a new laptop computer in the hands of every person in the world; you could call it education. You could then hand them enough food stamps for the entire year; you could call that public assistance. You could vaccinate them and give every single person, a health exam, and call that public healthcare… All this, to every person in the world, not just in our country. You would still have enough left over to cover every government function we have today.

 

So, what is the message you are giving to our children?

 

What amount of care are you giving when you say that their school is not important enough because we need the tank?

 

What guiding light of prosperity are you showing the world?

 

 

Conclusion

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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