Monday, April 29, 2024

Join me for a discussion of what's 'Dividing the Right through the false choices of 'School Choice'"

The politics surrounding the 'School Choice' issue have been stirring up dissension within the Right, with both sides flaming each other as 'fake conservatives!' over a fundamental issue that each claims to support.

When likeminded people become so divided over what they claim to agree upon, it's a good indication that both sides are missing something important, and as this has implications for how each side understands and supports our having a 'choice' in education, I hope you'll join me to dig into the issue this Thursday, May 2nd, at Middendorf-Kredell Library at 6:00 p.m.
Dividing The Right Through the False Choices of “School Choice”
When: Thurs May 2nd, 6pm (doors open at 5:30)
Where: Middendort-Kredell Library, Meeting Room A 2750 Hwy K, O’Fallon, MO 63368

Friday, April 19, 2024

The shot heard 'round the world, drew blood - Lexington & Concord, April 19,1775

Because it seems as if 'The shot heard 'round the world' needs to be heard again, a repost: 

The shot wasn't heard around the world to protect an adolescent desire to do whatever you please, it was heard and echoed on down through the ages to give birth to Liberty, and to take up its often weighty responsibility.

Before you blather thoughtlessly on about 'my rights!', take some time to think upon what they actually mean, and what heavy costs are attendant to them. Honor those who first made Liberty a reality, treat it as something more than a glittery trinket.

The shot heard 'round the world, drew blood. If you've forgotten that; remember it. If you never knew it, it's your responsibility to give more than a little consideration to it, and to why it might be that you were never made aware of that self-evident truth.

The shot heard 'round the world was fired at Lexington & Concord, April 19, 1775, may it echo ever on.

Concord Hymn
By Ralph Waldo Emerson
Sung at the Completion of the Battle Monument, July 4, 1837

By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
   Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled,
Here once the embattled farmers stood
   And fired the shot heard round the world.

The foe long since in silence slept;
   Alike the conqueror silent sleeps;
And Time the ruined bridge has swept
   Down the dark stream which seaward creeps.

On this green bank, by this soft stream,
   We set today a votive stone;
That memory may their deed redeem,
   When, like our sires, our sons are gone.

Spirit, that made those heroes dare
   To die, and leave their children free,
Bid Time and Nature gently spare
   The shaft we raise to them and thee.