Prime's Worm Hole : Where is my country?

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Where is my country?

Michael Brewer, 15, of Deerfield Beach, Fla., was intentionally set on fire and is hospitalized with burns over 65 percent of his body. Three juveniles have been arrested. (WFOR)

Five Charged With Setting Teen on Fire

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Where is my country?

As I look around? I find myself asking that question more and more. Where is my country? What happened to my country? Who are these people that inhabit my country today? Where did they come from? What happened to the America that I grew up in? What happened to being American and all that being an American once represented? What happened to humanity and common decency?

I am so angered by seeing and reading the story of a young man set on fire by teen aged thugs in Miami that I am absolutely incredulous. This is a story of insidious viciousness and murderous intent IMO. And against a defenseless young man and for what purpose? Shits and giggles? Revenge? Pay back? Or Machismo?

Is that what this is about? Is that what inspired such a wanton and soul less act?

Was this attack inspired by the present generation's lack of morality and their "Jackass" mentality? I tend to think so. The youth of America seems engrossed in the macabre and the idiocy of moronic stunts for laughs and for anything that inflicts injury. That and their need to prove that they are some how more of a man than the next guy.

How else can we as a society explain the actions of today's youth? Except to say that we have allowed it to happen and that in doing so by default, we condone it by our failure to put an end to it and punish these criminals as they should be punished.

America has a zero tolerance for a little six year old boy that took his camping utensils to school for show and tell. America has a zero tolerance for an eagle scout that had the audacity to have a pen knife in his survival kit locked in his car at high school. But where is the outrage and the zero tolerance over an act of wanton violence like this?

A fifteen year old young man is fighting for his life and he will be horribly scarred for the rest of his life. And for what? Because five other kids thought that setting him on fire would be funny? Is that how things are done in our video game world of today?

These thugs were apparently being led by a ring leader. A boy who was angered because this young man supposedly owed him money for a video game. So the first resolution was to steal the bicycle of the boy's father. Then, having been arrested for that crime and released to his parents? He organizes his crew and goes and finds this kid and sets him on fire.

Where is the outrage America? Where is the zero tolerance now. I hope this ring leader gets life in prison. Prison is where he belongs. He is non-redeemable IMO and deserves to spend the rest of his life in prison.

Why? Because that is the sentence he has imposed on this other young man's life. He will be imprisoned in a horribly scarred body for the rest of his life as a result of his burns. Shouldn't his attacker share a similar fate?

I certainly thinks so. After all.....it's only fair. Right?

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Prime's Worm hole

This is a place for me to muse about the issues that affect our world. My world and my country and my life in particular. I can say what I want to here and those who may stumble across my musings, are welcome to comment,or not. America is under siege. Everything this nation has ever represented, is now being torn asunder and crushed by the onslaught of egalitarian socialism. All morals and social values have been devolved into the belief that systemic racism, is the only underlying cause or reason for any societal ills in America. And that representation, is nothing but a Trojan Horse argument. A means of getting the egalitarian camel's nose into the tent. And now that it has been inserted? There is mayhem and anarchy and burning and looting all across America. And the only questions that remains to be asked and answered? Are these. When is enough enough and when will the American people call full stop and take the law into their own hands, to repel this socialist based attack on the Constitution and our personal freedoms.

Thinking

It started out innocently enough. I began to think at parties now and then -- just to loosen up and be a part of the crowd.
Inevitably, though, one thought led to another and soon I was more than just a social thinker.

I began to think alone -- "to relax", I told myself -- but I knew it wasn't true.
Thinking became more and more important to me and finally I was thinking all the time.

I began to think on the job. I knew that thinking and employment don't mix, but I couldn't help myself.

I began to avoid friends at lunchtime so I could read Thoreau, Muir, Confucius and Kafka. I would return to the office dizzied and confused, asking, "What is it exactly we are doing here?"

One day the boss called me in. He said, "Listen, I like you and it hurts me to say this, but your thinking has become a real problem. If you don't stop thinking on the job, you'll have to find another job."

"Honey," I confessed, "I've been thinking..."

"I know you've been thinking," she said, "and I want a divorce!" "But Honey, surely it's not that serious." "It is serious," she said, lower lip aquiver.

"You think as much as college professors and college professors don't make that much money, so if you keep on thinking, we won't have any money!"
She exploded in tears of rage and frustration, but I was in no mood to deal with the emotional drama.

"I'm going to the library," I snarled
I headed for the library, in the mood for some John Locke. I roared into the parking lot with NPR on the radio and ran up to the big glass doors.

They didn't open. The library was closed.

To this day, I believe that a Higher Power was looking out for me that night.

Leaning on the unfeeling glass, whimpering for Emerson, a poster caught my eye, "Friend, is heavy thinking ruining your life?" it asked.

This is why I am what I am today: a recovering thinker.

I never miss a TA meeting. At each meeting we watch a non-educational video; last week it was "Porky's." Then we share experiences about how we avoided thinking since the last meeting.

I still have my job, and things are a lot better at home. Life just seemed easier, somehow, as soon as I stopped thinking. I think the road to recovery is nearly complete for me.

Today I took the final step...I joined the Democratic Party

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If you are able,
save them a place
inside of you
and save one backward glance
when you are leaving
for the places they can
no longer go.
Be not ashamed to say
you loved them,
though you may
or may not have always.
Take what they have left
and what they have taught you
with their dying
and keep it with your own.
And in that time
when men decide and feel safe
to call the war insane,
take one moment to embrace
those gentle heroes
you left behind.

Major Michael Davis O'Donnell
1 January 1970
Dak To, Vietnam

Captain Michael O'Donnell was lost in Cambodia on March 24 1970, while flying a UH1 rescue helicopter, trying to rescue an eight man LRRP team under attack in Cambodia. He was listed as MIA along with the eight he had attempted to rescue after his UH1 Huey was shot down by enemy fire. The official military report listed the eight as shot down 'non survivable' and 'non recoverable.'

Michael O'Donnell was submitted for the Congressional Medal of Honor for his actions that day. He was awarded the Distinguished flying cross, the Bronze Star, The Air Medal and The Purple Heart and he was promoted to the rank of Major (posthumously).

In 1978 he was officially listed as KIA by the Department of Defense.

A little about the philosophy of the author

The Borg Conspiracy is one man's purely pedestrian thoughts, independent musings and frequently cheeky commentaries...Mixed with an abundance of patriotism, love of God, and love of country.

My thoughts?

In my opinion........in another generation, all that will remain of our once great republic, may be little more than what is left to weather the passage of time in the form of a few obscure and forgotten monuments to the great American experiment.

If America should fail....let it be written as her epitaph.....died by her own hand. The greatest experiment in freedom ever undertaken, lost in the end to the pursuit of the illusion that egalitarian tolerance was more valuable than individual freedom.

Let us be warned.
Franklin, Payne, Jefferson. They all knew the consequences of the lack of vigilance and they tried to warn us. They gave us a document as our guide post. We were to guard it and revere it and use it to guide and govern our future and our posterity.

No one listened.