From the Pain

Just Another Thought...



Unto one a heart will bleed,
Unto another - receive the seed.

Unto a third will wisdom sprout,
Unto us all - God's love pours out.

L. M. O'NEAL

Shallow are we who can see nothing beyond our restricted vision.  Short sighted are the eyes of a person with 
sights set upon one’s own self.  This is the matter of those seeking to enslave all of society within the confines 
of restrictions - through glorifying the reality of imposed without.

On Common Ground - Part 1

Just Another Thought...



Part 1

WE THE PEOPLE of the United States,

Does the precepts of a small group, over ride the autonomy of the individual? What does this question have to do with, “We The People of the United States”?

It may be poor structure to ask two questions back to back however, in today’s political climate, investigating an answer may be an even greater offense. If it offends you; so be it.

The word “We” identifies the fact that it takes individuals, accounted for as a group, to constitute the mass of us. Or, stated in another way, there is no “U.S.” unless the “We” is acknowledged. No doubt this statement could be contestable in academic and legal circles. Could it stimulate purveyors of inadequate representation to object to my line of thought in the most shrill of manners? Possibly, however objecting would bring into question their worthiness to hold their positions of authority, and / or, of influence.

The fact must stand; unless the governments as a whole acknowledges the worth of the individual to self govern, within the established confines of the highest of all authority in the universe, those governing will subject themselves to the rectification or condemnation of the ”One” superior to all.

Standing in objection to any part or parcel of this truth is an affront to every living American Citizen, and desecrates the legacy of every person fallen in defense of this country. It is “The People”, following the, “We” that matters. Without the people allowing ourselves to be governed, in a desire to reduce the prolongation of chaos, the government ceases to have any viable purpose. Because our United States government is composed of individuals from our society at large, the disappearance of the people would leave empty structures and chambers. If that were to occur, what would come of the government? Absent the designation of royalty which is expressly denied any individual by our Constitution, who of American citizenry will declare themselves to be the government, but of his or her own foundation to self govern.
In no other place on the planet can the worth of self governing be exemplified in greater clarity and definition than The United States Of America. What other country can proudly proclaim the speed unto which this country has progressed in the past two hundred and thirty plus years. In nations beyond our borders, governments and nobilities have existed for centuries and restricted their citizenry to advancing at a snail’s pace. Inhibiting the advancement of their own cultures has served to enhance their positions of authority over their people, while diminishing those they rule, but to what end.

What other nation has entered an opened contract; first with God All Mighty identified as our creator and supplier of our very lives and existence, but also with, “We The People”; allowing our present form of government to govern with our consent. This open ended contract allows the people, the government, and even God to walk away at any time, but in doing so the violator or violators will have no choice but to suffer the consequences of their decision and actions. Any action such as this brings into question who will suffer, if this should occur. The suffering certainly will not fall on God for he is the only party to this contract beyond judgment, but stands as a participant; the judge and the jury. This leaves the baring of any such judgment to fall upon the United State of America. To be more accurate, “We The People of The United States of America” for we are the country.

This geological formation of rock and dirt, supporting plants and animals by the millions, and reaching from sea to shining sea and border to border; is the United States. We are a mass of people united under a common cause and willing to live, work, fight, and when the time comes, die together. This country was created out of the desires of a few individuals who refuse to submit to the control of the mighty and the evil, to the extent they were willing to brave the unknown in search of freedom from tyranny.

Let there be no misunderstanding, Individuals and families from around the world have braved conditions beyond the imaginations of current day historians and adventurist to simply touch our shores. People have lost families, limbs, and their lives to reach this land and legally become part of the United States of America. Many have arrived with only the clothes on their backs and a burning desire in their hearts to be free. Also, those arriving here as slaves, prisoner, and servants soon smelled the air of freedom, tasted the flavor of liberty, and fought for the God given right to be independent of tyranny. They endured the challenges, hardships and injustices to become citizens knowing their children would have the liberties they were denied for so long.

People of this metal are what constitute the United States of America, not the occupants along the South Central border of the State of Maryland, nor those along the North Central border of the state of Virginia. In a designated location on these two borders sits the District of Columbia, harboring its attitude and appendages of dictatorial authority. This place is the heart of many things, but not of America. The heart of America can be found in every citizen and in every place in the land. However, that heart can be found, often to a lesser degree or totally absent in Washington, D.C.

References; ConservativePartyusa.com

Thelandofthefree.net

Soured Dream

Looking across the vast expanse of the United States and all its territories, it might be noted what has been forgotten, misrepresented or face eradication. People by the thousands are being discounted and discarded by this administration in much greater numbers than ever before. Companies have been taken over by the federal government in support of and of benefit of union bosses, and mega investors. Such actions are leaving workers to fend for themselves while living on peanuts. Other companies are being forced out of the country by the misuse of our tax structure, and lawsuits by none government and government agencies. In addition all Americans face possible passage of socialist democrat health care, and other so-called reforms.

All this appears to be the work of people having deliberately ignored or twisted what has been written in our Constitution and Declaration of Independency. Did they not read the same words, “We the people…” in the preamble to the Constitution?

In 1963, on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. called the attention of the world to the plight of the people of color in the United States. In part he stated:

“When the architects of our Republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men--yes, black men as well as white men--would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness."

The promissory note spoken of by Dr. King has been steadily diluted primarily by Communist thinking Democrats and every administration since President Johnson. The promissory note has been remortgaged by each new president and each new congress until few remember the Constitution states in part; “…would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.” The guaranteeing of unalienable rights; is not a promise for the government to deliver life, liberty, or happiness, to anyone.

Yet, we now have government officials attempting to do this exact thing, as the governments see fit. Dr. King saw the denial of the opportunity to pursue these liberties as a high crime against the laws of God, and an affront to the Constitution and Declaration of Independence. His dream of seeing this nation rise up was what he worked his life for, and died for, like many others; trying to accomplish. Yet, our nation is being torn down not only by our enemies outside our boarders, but more destructively by our leadership within.

"Free at last, Free at last, Thank God A-mighty, We are free at last."

I’m sorry Dr. King, but the day you gave your forever to be remembered, “I have a dream speech”, was a beautiful apex on the mountain from which all of American and the world has descended after your death.

The way to freedom and liberty has been shown by many starting with a freed slave named Crispus Attucks when he died on March 5, 1770, protesting the British government, resulting in the Boston Massacre. He had the integrity to fight for the country that enslaved him because he knew what tyranny was. He,d lived it.

The way to preserve freedom and liberty has been shown by the brave men and women who fought the wars to preserve this country for their posterity; being us. We have been shown through the battles for civil rights in which Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., Malcom X, Medger Evers, and many other gave up their lives so that we might be free.

And, today we are being shown how to loose our freedom and liberty by the lies and tactics of our politicians, minority leaders, elitist, and foreign manipulations. America is being destroyed for the greater good of the mighty few. Those hating American and its people will have their way unless Americans stand up and say, “We have had enough of you - your fired. Now, get out of my house.”

We have been shown the way, but are there enough of us who remember.


References: "I Have a Dream" by; Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
World Book Encyclopedia

© January 2010 L. M. O’Neal
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Why DoYou Hate Me?

A man walking through an unfamiliar part of town, found himself surrounded by a mob of angry people.

The mob was made up of different races and nationalities. They were young, old, male and female.
The mob encircled him. He then asked them a simple question. “Why do you hate me?”
No one answered him directly. Instead their voices ringing out in unison, screamed insults at him.

The man did not show fear. He again asked in a normal tone. “Why do you hate me?”
The mob only grew more angry. They continued to move in closer around him until he could feel their spittle on his face, as they shouted, “I hate you!”

To onlookers, it would appear the stranger was soon to be torn to shreds by the mob.

The mob's temper had risen to their hottest. The strange man lifted his voice and bellowed like thunder. In a loud and powerful voice, showing no fear he said. “Why do you hate me? Is it because I am a man, or a woman. Is it because I am a child?”
“That cannot be the reason, you are seeing me as I am.”

“Is it because I am too short? Or am I too tall? That is too simple. So, I ask you, is it because I am old? Perhaps I am too young. Not old enough. Not young enough. I say no, that is not the reason, you can’t be that blind.

Is the reason you hate me because I am white or black, red or yellow. Or because of any of those combinations? To that I say No. You would have to think with a brain the size of an Asp.
Maybe it is because I am missing a limb, an eye or an ear. To that I would say, only the self centered and shallow would go to those depths.

Answer me, is it because I am Jewish, Christian, Muslim, Buddhist, or one of the many different religions. I say not a chance since we all pray to someone, or something more powerful than our own selves.”

The mob was silent now. Some standing in the mob that encircled the stranger, had begun to question themselves and their motives.

The stranger seemed not to notice the silence, and continued to speak as he had before.
“I have pondered the questions that none of you appear to be able to answer. Or perhaps you are not willing to answer. The only answer that I can give you, is that you don’t hate me as much as you fear me. Why? It is simple. You don’t know me, therefore, you cannot trust me.”

A young man in the crowd shouted, “I hate you, and I will kill you.”
The stranger addressed the young man. “Kill me? That I am sure you can do, but in doing so, will you not be killing a part of yourself. Remember, you don’t know me, you only know of me. I have not shown you, in actions or words, that I have desires or plans to do you harm. What you are trying to kill, is the hate that resides within you. You are the host to a parasite called hate. It is feeding on your good nature. If you let it continue, it will grow until it fills your being completely. Then it will kill you. So, if you kill me, without just cause, I need only wait. In due time all of you will join me in death and consequences.’

The mob, now a large crowd, began to back away. It seemed they had gotten more, than they had bargained for. The stranger was not finished speaking. He spoke again, “The hate, of which you have accused me, is your hate. What you do to me, you also do to yourselves.

The stranger looked into the faces and eyes of those who were standing close to him. He saw confusion, shame and introspection. Saying no more, he lowered his head and began to walk through the crowd. As if on command, the crowd parted and let him pass. With no further harassment from the crowd, the stranger was gone. Within seconds of his departure a breeze commenced to blow. The breeze carried an old newspaper down the street. The paper caught onto a woman’s leg. When she reached down to brush it loose, something caught her eye. She picked up the paper. Holding it to the light, she gasped, and pushed her way toward the leader of the mob. Upon reaching him she pointed to the newspaper, and in an excited and agitated voice she exclaimed, “This is him! This is him! You can’t touch him.” The leader of the now, dispersing mob, took the paper and looked at the picture. The caption read, MAN BEATEN TO DEATH BY ANGRY MOB. All the people that saw the picture, and read the caption agreed that it was he.

From somewhere in the crowd, a loud voice yelled. “We can't kill a dead man twice.”
From another direction a woman screamed, “We will face him at our time of death. It is for us he waits."



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L. M. O'Neal aka Larone Mckinley
9-1-2006
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