Thanksgiving 2016

Another year is nearly gone, and here we are at the beginning of another holiday season. I would say it has flown by, but we have been so busy this year with several drastic life changes, that it seems like this year has actually lasted three years. It has been a rare occasion that we could just sit down, prop our feet up and relax.

Having recently moved to the farm full time with intentions to build our dream home ourselves, this is the first morning I have actually been able to sit down at the table behind my computer in the 5th wheel to write. The silence, the peace, and tranquility of a rural farm setting in the morning—except for the sounds of roosters altering us to the new day—is hard to beat. That is just one of the many things I have to be thankful for this year.

If I Could Amend the Constitution

We have gotten to the point—a very clearly illustrated point—where in order for a company, a special interest, or even a foreign dictator to get what they want in America, that all they need to do is make a donation to the right campaign or foundation. Once the donation has been made, the politician involved is at their service. Sure, they’ve used “speaking fees” and “foundations” to basically launder the money to prevent it from being a straight up bribe, but we all know what it really is.

2016 Presidential Debates – If I Were a Moderator

One of the things the talking heads are always discussing is “Can candidate X relate to the American people?” or similar things. They use terms like likeability, relatability, and so on. Well, maybe we shouldn’t have to wonder if they can relate to us. Maybe we shouldn’t have to choose between people who are so out of touch that they have to literally have advisors help them relate to us, because, well, they really can’t.

Never lose sight of…

What exactly is “of?” Well, that’s something different for each of us. Here’s a little recent lessons-learned about mine:

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As I sit here waiting for the morning dew to dry, I contemplate the events of the past several days and how God has shown me, in a very abrupt way, never to lose sight of what is important, and how what you truly love is worth any amount of effort.

Divided We Stand

Many people that have known me for a long time may wonder why I’ve been so quiet this election cycle. To be honest, I’ve grown sick of the entire process. Don’t get me wrong; I’m not quite to the point of remaining blissfully ignorant. I’m not living under an informational rock while being consumed by the ongoing saga of the Kardashians.

Protesting in America: The Oregon Ranchers

I have a serious question for all those who pass judgment, one way or another, on the Oregon ranch protest. Did you chastise the rioters who burned, looted, robbed, Ferguson and Baltimore? Or, did you support their right to be heard? If so, why are you chastising the Oregon ranchers?

Who am I and what have I done with me?

As I was browsing the farm and garden section of Craigslist, looking around at cows, farm implements, and other random cool things, I chuckled when I thought of how the twenty-two year old me would never recognize the forty-two year old me. At twenty-two, I lived near Seattle and made a run for either Seattle

If the Zombie Apocalypse Came Today

The Federal Government would declare zombies to be a special protected class.

All zombies would be registered to vote.

The word “Zombie” would be considered offensive and would be declared hate speech.

The Federal Government would establish a Zombie Czar to oversee the Department of Life-Challenged Affairs.

Where do we go from here, America? The never-ending fight for our rights.

  Before I begin, let me say that this is not a statement of political opportunism, it’s a statement of total frustration. As the world tears itself apart all around us, we tear ourselves apart here at home. There has been a constant assault on our basic values, as well as engineered racial and economic

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