Freedom Call!
Liberty granted, then
practiced, fully begets perfect-Freedom!
To exercise Freedom necessitates Justice!
To achieve Justice-“fair” requires Law!
If one demands Rights, then one must redeem Responsibilities!
Each of these
laudable values demands fulfilled-obligations.
Thereby is born
the sacred worthy-virtue
embraced by the Independent-Individual
contemplated and
blatantly practiced…Love!
Absent Liberty, no Freedom!
Without Freedom, no Justice!
Defeated Justice, no Law!
Descend to
anarchy---no sacred-Love!
To “parrot” P-C
words is a convenient-vacant lie.
To practice Love-value lives a worthy-virtue!
A
socialist-leftist proclaimed she gave up her limo for a hybrid.
A savvy reporter
inquired of the “celeb”, “Why not ride a bike?”
Ignored, he
asked, “Madam, being the P-C ‘Greenie’ you so often
profess, why did
you fly a private jet from L.A. to Palm Springs,
a short distance of only one hundred and
twenty-five miles?
That vagrancy
must have left a huge ‘carbon’-foot print?”
Her “Highness”
condescendingly dismissed, “It was going there, anyway!”?
Is it just too Cool to be P-C?
I believe
“Truth!” is so Cool!
I just happen to
be a conservationist; my intelligence demands such.
When a P-C liberal-socialist dares undertake to
lecture-berate,
I politely
inquire: I’ve planted 10,000 tress! And---you?”
A “tongue-edged”
sword cuts both ways, certainly,
but, only an
avowed hypocrite can lie-it perpetually!
Amen!
Dare contemplate
the meaning---then…plant your first “green”-tree!
Love!
Plus:
Day 79
Taking the ferry
at Modoc, IL to St. Genevieve, MO
For
simple, humble insignificant me: Always the simple
things.
I
have done a fair share of construction over the years; I’m a take-charge
hands-on guy.
Once
I had a worker who complained that I worked him too hard; I quickly reminded
him that I never asked anyone to perform any task that I, myself, would not
undertake, that I arrived on the job site at least an hour before any of the
“hired help” showed up and stayed late to clean up and get ready for tomorrow.
He’s probably still “goldbricking” on a free ride, somewhere.
I
have installed several swimming pools in my day. The first one: Well! I decided
the kids should have a pool and, of course, I could not afford to have one
built. So, I found a guy who sold in-ground swimming pools and bought a “kit”
from him, borrowed a trailer and had the pieces delivered to our home. I hired
a guy with a high lift and a backhoe, laid out the site and directed the
excavation. A ton of hand digging with a shovel, on my part, followed. Once I
had the dimensions right---Rain! For
two days! Wow! Was somebody trying to tell me something?
I
pumped out the collected water from the muddy hole and waited another day for
ole Mr. Sun to dry out the mess. Finally, I poured the concrete footing, set
the stainless steel walls, ran the plumbing lines and wired the filter system,
installed the coping, dropped a vinyl liner, ordered water which was hauled in
on a truck by a guy who filled cisterns and as the water level rose I
backfilled the excavation with river sand shoveling it into a wheelbarrow..
Settling the backfill with water and setting deck forms for concrete, I poured
a deck around the blue water pool. Then, we landscaped the project adding a
“patriotic” touch by raising a twenty-five foot cedar staff rigged with
flag-flying hardware; Old Glory waved proud over that little project..
We
enjoyed that pool, built beside our bar-b-que which I had designed into our
fireplace.
So?
What has this tale to do with the “Sweet Memory”-title of this episode? Well…
While
I was floating around my swimming pool with a cold lemon aid enjoying life,
another guy was still fidgeting with starting his pool project filled with
questions and worry about everything from the weather to the finances and,
even, where to dig the hole.
One
of the blatantly bold “secrets” of life is so simple: Just do It! Thank you!
Oh!
I am fully aware that such consideration in this Modern insanity is not cool.
One
of the competing philosophies is as good as the other, I suppose, but, while
the “climber” is stuck in indecision---the other…ME, is chilling out in a Home & Garden magazine cover.
We
find adventure in everyday events like taking a day trip to historic St.
Genevieve, Missouri by taking the ferry across the ole Mississippi River. Simply beautiful! Enjoy life!
Fear not! Follow
Me! Amen!
Ah Cookie Jar “Live! Love! Laugh!” Sweet
Memories!
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