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HISTORY, CIVICS, AND PERSONAL RESPONSIBILITY PENSACOLA’S FIVE-FLAGS DISPLAYS

HISTORY, CIVICS, AND PERSONAL RESPONSIBILITY PART 3

HISTORY, CIVICS, AND PERSONAL RESPONSIBILITY PART 2

HISTORY, CIVICS, AND PERSONAL RESPONSIBILITY PART 1

A CATCHER IN THE RYE

“‘You know that song ‘If a body catch a body comin’ through the rye’?  I’d like—‘

“‘It’s ‘If a body meet a body coming through the rye’!’ old Phoebe said.  ‘It’s a poem.  By Robert Burns.’

“‘I know it’s a poem by Robert Burns.’

“She was right, though.  It is ‘If a body meet a body coming through the rye.’  I didn’t know it then, though.

“‘I thought it was ‘If a body catch a body,’ I said.  ‘Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all.  Thousands of little kids, and nobody’s around—nobody big, I mean—except me.  And I’m standing on the edge of some crazy cliff.  What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff—I mean if they’re running and they don’t look where they’re going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them.  That’s all I’d do all day.  I’d just be the catcher in the rye and all.  I know it’s crazy, but that’s the only thing I’d really like to be.  I know it’s crazy.’

“Old Phoebe didn’t say anything for a long time.  Then, when she said something, all she said was, ‘Daddy’s going to kill you.’

“‘I don’t give a damn if he does,’ I said. . . .”

J. D. Salinger

The Catcher in the Rye

1945

THEY ARE NOTHING TO BE AFRAID OF

When I was a little boy, I was afraid of cats.

I was terrified of cats, actually.

Domestic cats.

We had no cats, as pets—only dogs.

And whenever I saw a cat—anywhere near me—I got back inside, fast.  

Whenever I saw a cat, anywhere near me, I got into my safe space—and stayed there.

Mr. Sutton, over a block away from our house, had cats.

And even though our backyard was fenced, I would sit on our back porch, rather than even venture into our fenced backyard—because I was so terrified of those cats over a block away.

My mother would urge me to get off that back porch, and enjoy the backyard—but I wouldn’t budge, because I was so terrified of neighbors’ cats.

There was a National Geographic article about cats.

In that article, there was a photograph of a Siamese cat, standing up, grabbing a fish someone had offered it—and because it was a close-up photograph, that cat appeared to be the size of a man or woman.

I had a nightmare about that cat.  I dreamed there was a man-or-woman-sized Siamese cat walking upright down the hall, saying, “Ring around the collar, ring around the collar!” and coming to get me.

One night, I thought I saw a cat in the hall—even though we had no cats.  And to this day, I’m not sure if that cat was real or not.

Cats scared the hell out of me—I truly thought they were the most terrifying things in the world.

My mother said that a cat jumped on my back when I was an infant—and that’s why I was so terrified of cats.  I can’t remember this incident—but it had to have happened, because it’s the only thing that explains my fear of cats.

One night, I saw a cat outside in the dark—and ran back inside the house, my safe space, of course.

But my sister, Cathy, who had taught me how to ride a bicycle without training wheels—got rid of my fear right there.

She picked up the cat, and brought it inside the house.  And she showed me that the cat was nothing to be afraid of, and urged me to pet the cat.  

And I petted the cat, as Cathy held it—and discovered that it was nothing to fear at all.  I discovered that it was just like a dog—and was pretty and soft and warm and friendly, just like a dog—and that it liked to be petted, and made a pleasant, purring sound.

Once my sister, Cathy, urged me not to run from a cat—but to learn something about it, and to gain some understanding of it—I was completely cured of my fear of cats.

And I have never been afraid of cats—at all—since that moment.

You hate Confederate flags and monuments, because you are afraid of them.

And you are afraid of Confederate flags and monuments, because you have learned nothing about them, and have gained no understanding of them.

But rather than face your fear of Confederate flags and monuments—and allow yourself to learn about them, and gain some understanding of them—you demand that politicians remove them from your sight.

And the gutless and immoral Republican and Democratic politicians remove them from your sight—and you remain terrified of all Confederate flags and monuments.

The gutless and immoral neocon and liberal politicians remove them from your sight—and you remain terrified of all Confederate flags and monuments.

But this time, I’m asking you not to run from Confederate flags and monuments.

I’m asking you not to retreat to your safe spaces—where you’re never really safe, because the only thing you have to fear truly is fear itself.

I get rid of your fear right now.

I show you the Confederate flags and monuments—in this space.  And I show you that Confederate flags and monuments are nothing to be afraid of, and urge you to look at the flags and monuments.

I urge you not to let politicians censor your Confederate flags and monuments anymore—but to learn something about them, and to gain some understanding of them—so you’ll be completely cured of your fear of Confederate flags and monuments.

Look at these flags and monuments.  Look at them, and think about what they really meant, in the time that they were created.  Since June 22, 2015, this blog has been filled with background information on Confederate flags and monuments—not misinformation, like that spread by neocon and liberal politicians, like Nimrata Randhawa Haley and Mitch Landrieu—but real, researched, truthful information that will give you a good place to start in your discovery of the true history of Confederate flags and monuments.

Your fear of Confederate flags and monuments is as irrational as my fear of cats was—and you can rid yourself of that irrational fear right now, if you truly make an effort to do so.

Are you ready?

You see, they are nothing to be afraid of—only something to be discovered, understood, and even appreciated.

ARLENE BARNUM SPEAKS

RELUCTANT DEISM

God sees the truth, but waits.

God knows the truth, but waits.

God chooses not to intervene in this world.

Because God expects us to intervene in this world.

God chooses not to act as God in this world.

Because God expects us to act as God in this world.

God chooses not to do God’s work in this world.

Because God expects us to do God’s work in this world.

God chooses not to enforce God’s laws in this world.

Because God expects us to enforce God’s laws in this world.

And being humanity’s Creator in this world is the greatest burden of being human.

Being God in this world is the greatest burden of being man.

CONTENDING, AND FALLING, IN A RIGHTEOUS QUARREL

“He loved the truth; he served God and country.  Let us go and do likewise.”

Dr. Charles Minnigerode, speaking of Jefferson Davis

December 11, 1889

 

“It is only the atheist who adopts success as a criterion of right.  It is not a new thing in the history of men that God appoints to the brave and true the stern task of contending, and falling, in a righteous quarrel.”

Rev. Robert L. Dabney

December, 1868

ALWAYS REMEMBER THIS

Does getting religion make your life easier?

Well, does getting married make your life easier?

No, it makes it better.

And does having a child make your life easier?

No, it makes it better.

So does getting religion make your life easier?

No, it makes it better.

Now, the only religion that requires you to have certain ancestry is Judaism.

Judaism is simply the religion of the Jews—there is nothing else that makes it unique.

So you can only become Jewish by faith if you are Jewish by birth.

Yet if you are Jewish by birth, becoming Jewish by faith will not make your life easier—just better.

Any other religion is open to you, regardless of your ancestry.

Yet no other religion will make your life easier—just better.

Christianity will not make your life easier—just better.

Islam will not make your life easier—just better.

Buddhism will not make your life easier—just better.

Hinduism will not make your life easier—just better.

Taoism will not make your life easier—just better.

Wicca will not make your life easier—just better.

And on, and on, and on—no religion will make your life easier, it will just make it better.

No religion will be a refuge for you—no religion will offer you an escape from reality.

No religion will make your life easier, because no religion is supposed to do that.

Every religion is supposed to make your life better—that’s all.

But religion is like marriage—it is a very serious commitment.

Religion is like conceiving and giving birth to a child—it is a very serious commitment.

When someone tells you that all you need is Jesus, and everything will be alright—he is lying to you.

Jesus himself never told anyone that—he made it quite clear that following him was not easy.

If you take up the Cross, and follow Jesus—your life will get harder, not easier.

Yet your life will probably get better too.

Same for Moses—if you’re of Jewish ancestry.

Same for Buddha—whatever your ancestry.

Same for Muhammad—whatever your ancestry.

Your spirituality is something you already have—you were born with that.

So if you choose a religion at all, choose it very wisely—and take your time in choosing it, letting your spirituality sustain you along the way.

It’s better not to marry at all if you are not ready for total commitment.

It’s better not to have a child at all (not to conceive one—once a child is conceived, you cannot kill your child) if you are not ready for total commitment.

And it’s better not to convert to any religion at all (this includes “getting saved” by “giving your life to Jesus”) if you are not ready for total commitment.

Your spirituality is something you already have—you were born with that.

If you choose a religion at all, choose it very wisely—and take your time in choosing it, letting your spirituality sustain you along the way.

Religion is not supposed to make your life easier—only better.

Always remember this.


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