Monday, July 4, 2011

Two Hundred and Thirty Five Years


Using a more modern definition, one might see the United States as a sort of Empire. No, not the same manner of empire as that which was maintained by the British from circa 1580 to 1997 (a span of over 400 years) which entailed establishing colonial authorities across the globe, but one that executes it's authority via cultural, economic, and military influence without directly commanding the affairs of each individual country.

Actually, in many ways, America's “empire” is similar to that which it previously was subservient, in that, for a long time, there has been little or no real political rivalry, and we have commanded the world economy, in a manner of speaking, for decades. Problem is that we seem to be trying to copy what the British accumulated in two centuries while only being at it for less than one, and doing it without the same colonial enterprise that the British utilized.

This, combined with our lack of a King or other such solitary leader, somehow makes the United States less of an empire...

This gigantic military and economic power is precisely that which will bring about our downfall, and further, is exactly what the drafters of the Declaration of Independence and Constitution wanted us to avoid. Our President, not Obama specifically but the authority of the office, has risen to be something very similar to a King, which today can even wage limited warfare without the approval of another authority. People often credit the President with having accomplished things (or not) that are totally outside of the power of the executive branch, and in some way they are often correct simply because some manner of [probably corrupt] behind-the-scenes pressure seems to be in use to effect change. Further, the pomp and splendor of state dinners and other political and diplomatic events has certainly surpassed that to which British Kings were accustomed in the 16th and 17th centuries, something I believe says a lot about how detached they are from the laborers of the country – the knuckledraggers that actually do all of the work.

Fact is, the United States maintains a significant military presence in at least nine different countries, three of which are considered combat zones (Iraq, Afghanistan, and Libya). In Japan and South Korea also reside a heavy man-count, I presume to counter threats from North Korea. In all, nearly a quarter of our active-duty personnel are stationed in other countries, some of which today seem nonsensical, including our so-called combat zones. Mind you, Congress hasn't formally declared war on another country since our June 5, 1942 declaration on Bulgaria, Hungary, and Romania during World War II. Since then, lesser designations and possibly Constitutionally-questionable military actions have been authorized and funded by Congress, but never an admission that a state of war actually exists.

In many of the most important ways, the Executive Branch today operates independently of the other branches of government, and in many other ways may pressure the other branches to bend to it's will. No one man controls the country, but the President and his administration has a number of officies that tend to function without direct oversight of any other government body. Politically, economically, and internationally, the behavior of our government is in direct opposition to the core values supposedly espoused by the founding fathers, yet many of us continue to blindly accept it based on some concept of the greater social good... a concept that wouldn't even exist had we not spent ourselves into a debt oblivion that is crushing everything in sight under it's weight.

In closing, yes, I love my country. I love it for what it was prior to World War I, for what it could have been had it held fast to principles of non-intervention and, dare I say, isolationism, and for the fact that I still have the right to speak out against it when I deem it necessary.

Of those, one (at least partially) remains. When it is totally gone, there will be nothing left of America as far as I'm concerned.

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Starting to Feel at Home

First post after our move.  Yeah, yeah, we moved again, and, although this move was very hastily executed and poorly planned, it went fairly well. As of right now, our old apartment is emptied out and 90% cleaned/reconditioned, our storage has been moved and the lease terminated, and all of our “critical” stuff has been placed in the home. Actually, most of the stuff that remains in our garage as of now will probably remain there (or in the basement) because we don't really need it...

In any event, our new place is looking very home-like: No piles of boxes laying about and only a very few number of items we are unable to find quickly when we want them. This is a really unusual move for us in that fact, actually, as we tend to live out of boxes for nearly a month before getting to where I feel we are today.

As with every move, we have found a few things in the neighborhood that are less-than-desirable, but so far no major issues. The largest so far (for me) has been the dog population. I can hear as many as a dozen different dogs barking at any given time during the day, and there are at least two or three that live outside even at night, making Shyla's late-night potty break a bit of a pain. I suppose this is all okay when considered in the perspective that they are all confined to fences and are only leaving their messes within said confines. The actual inconvenience is relatively minimal, even if it is a bit annoying.

On other regional residents, we also have a relatively large community of ants, whose leaders, I'm quite certain, will be most displeased with my recent declaration of war on them. You can rest assured that my combat methods will be quite... lethal...

As for the neighbors, I've at least been pleased with most of the humans I have encountered here. Mostly elderly people along with a couple of people close to our age, and all seem to be very quiet. Actually, we're probably the noisiest people in the area as a result of our reluctance to close the windows and turn on our air conditioning. In any event, everyone we have met has been cordial, and we will strive to be equally pleasant to them in return.

And oddly... on our first day here we became acquainted with a feline resident of the area with whom we have not seen or heard of since. He was a very friendly butterscotch colored critter that acted as if he was supposed to be here...

So tonight I'm watching Return of the Jedi whilst enjoying a few generic alcoholic beverages. It is cool and the weather is calm, and I really couldn't find anything serious to complain about even if I wanted. I wish everyone could find it in themselves to be at peace in such a manner tonight.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Father's Day 2011

I may not be in Bellefontaine to visit my dad this Father's Day because of our move, but I'll be thinking of him over the weekend. He wasn't the perfect father (and that is a statement I think even he'd agree with), but how many parents get the distinction of being perfect? Quite frankly, I could count out the glaring faults if I really wanted to, but when it was all done he'd still be my Dad. Fact is, there are a lot of positive things about me that are the direct result of something that he taught me, and it is easy to forget the more positive aspects a person when you're upset about something else.

Furthermore, at least in my case, it is amazing how everything that has ever upset me can fall to the side now that the finality of life is so apparent. My Dad has cancer, and, honestly, I've finally learned what it means to forgive every grievance (real or perceived) that I've ever had with him.

Looking back on things, I think he's put up with plenty from me too...

In any event, I hope we can all appreciate our own fathers this Father's Day, if for no other reason than the fact that we are not guaranteed another Father's Day with them.



Thank you, Dad, for everything you did right as a father, and even some of the things you have done wrong. I have watched those around me every day of late in awe of just how much my life has benefited from you.