Katie Pavlich, in a recent posting on Townhall, wrote: “President Joe Biden appeared to fall asleep during an event Monday honoring the victims of the horrific fire that ripped through Lahaina, Maui last week — potentially killing thousands of people.”
She is echoing a lot of people, asking if Hawai’i is really a “part of America” based on Biden’s actions (or rather, inaction) after the killing fires on Maui.
Her implication, and theirs as well, seems to be fear that the Pilot of American ship of state, on which the world depends, is asleep at the wheel. In the storm, and with the next storm front nearing.
Whether Uncle Joe really fell asleep on Maui is really a moot point – or a fortuitous illustration of how his regime, with nearly two years in power, is drifting aimlessly, at least as is measured by examining issues concerning many – perhaps a majority – of Americans.
It brings to mind two old, old stories. In one, a man relates his desires for how he will die: “I want to die like grandpa, falling asleep peacefully. And not like all of the rest of the people in the car he was driving.”
In the other, we read a newspaper story of how four adult men died in a tragic one-car accident on a highway. One lived long enough to tell first responders that the cause had been the driver losing control of the car as he swatted at a wasp flying around his face.
Uncle Joe’s inattention, distraction, and physical and mental frailties are terrifying to many Americans, and probably as many or more people in the rest of the world. Figurehead or not (meat puppet is a crude term), his grasp on everyday life and the past, is truly amazing. Falling asleep at the wheel is one way of describing why we are in this mess again, Ollie.
But the real danger is not Uncle Joe falling asleep, and perhaps accidently punching the button on the nuclear football as he slips into restful and forgetful slumber.
The danger we face is because the American people (at least many tens of millions of us) have fallen asleep at the wheel. Thus allowing the FedGov and virtually every other authority in this government-ridden collection of States, to drift off course. Seemingly aimlessly to many, but to some, drifting into exit lanes from the liberty expressway into the dark, nasty, rough alleys of tyranny. Of power- and fear-mongering. Whipping up hatred and fear (even full-on terror) and an attitude of fatalism that allows our so-called civil servants and political representatives to wallow in their lusts. Lusts for wealth, for power, for self-glorification, for parasitic dominion. The kind of parasites too stupid to understand that if they kill their unwilling hosts, they themselves will die.
But for generations, Americans have been willing to let the politicians and the bureaucrats rule all but unopposed. Leading us into war after war, program after program, crusade after crusade. Each one of each type more grandiose, more costly, more damaging, than the last. While ignoring and even viciously attacking those who dared to question any of it.
The price of liberty, we are reminded, is eternal vigilance. Which requires more than one person on duty at a time, lest all the watchmen sleep and let things progress rapidly into evil tyranny or chaos. Or both. But many millions of Americans have been asleep. Dreaming of glories that were (or even, were not), and of a future unlikely to materialize. Claiming to care and yet constantly demonstrating anything but care for themselves, their descendants, their communities, or anything but gimme, gimme, gimme.
We have drifted, drifted badly. I we are an automobile or truck, either into the oncoming lane of traffic or into the steep slope leading to the bar-ditch. A ship? Into the rocks of a stony point of land or a Devil’s Triangle in the Sargasso Sea. An aircraft? The last drops of fuel being sucked by the engines while hundreds of miles from a safe landing place.
What can we do? Shake each other to awaken, to see our danger and act? Educate one another on what we face? Seize control out of desperation from sleeping hands? Or illicit ones? Or simply to pray for mercy?
The choice is ours.
About TPOL Nathan
Follower of Christ Jesus (a christian), Pahasapan (resident of the Black Hills), Westerner, Lover of Liberty, Free-Market Anarchist, Engineer, Army Officer, Husband, Father, Historian, Writer, Evangelist. Successor to Lady Susan (Mama Liberty) at TPOL.
The Price of Liberty 
Falling asleep at the wheel
Katie Pavlich, in a recent posting on Townhall, wrote: “President Joe Biden appeared to fall asleep during an event Monday honoring the victims of the horrific fire that ripped through Lahaina, Maui last week — potentially killing thousands of people.”
She is echoing a lot of people, asking if Hawai’i is really a “part of America” based on Biden’s actions (or rather, inaction) after the killing fires on Maui.
Her implication, and theirs as well, seems to be fear that the Pilot of American ship of state, on which the world depends, is asleep at the wheel. In the storm, and with the next storm front nearing.
Whether Uncle Joe really fell asleep on Maui is really a moot point – or a fortuitous illustration of how his regime, with nearly two years in power, is drifting aimlessly, at least as is measured by examining issues concerning many – perhaps a majority – of Americans.
It brings to mind two old, old stories. In one, a man relates his desires for how he will die: “I want to die like grandpa, falling asleep peacefully. And not like all of the rest of the people in the car he was driving.”
In the other, we read a newspaper story of how four adult men died in a tragic one-car accident on a highway. One lived long enough to tell first responders that the cause had been the driver losing control of the car as he swatted at a wasp flying around his face.
Uncle Joe’s inattention, distraction, and physical and mental frailties are terrifying to many Americans, and probably as many or more people in the rest of the world. Figurehead or not (meat puppet is a crude term), his grasp on everyday life and the past, is truly amazing. Falling asleep at the wheel is one way of describing why we are in this mess again, Ollie.
But the real danger is not Uncle Joe falling asleep, and perhaps accidently punching the button on the nuclear football as he slips into restful and forgetful slumber.
The danger we face is because the American people (at least many tens of millions of us) have fallen asleep at the wheel. Thus allowing the FedGov and virtually every other authority in this government-ridden collection of States, to drift off course. Seemingly aimlessly to many, but to some, drifting into exit lanes from the liberty expressway into the dark, nasty, rough alleys of tyranny. Of power- and fear-mongering. Whipping up hatred and fear (even full-on terror) and an attitude of fatalism that allows our so-called civil servants and political representatives to wallow in their lusts. Lusts for wealth, for power, for self-glorification, for parasitic dominion. The kind of parasites too stupid to understand that if they kill their unwilling hosts, they themselves will die.
But for generations, Americans have been willing to let the politicians and the bureaucrats rule all but unopposed. Leading us into war after war, program after program, crusade after crusade. Each one of each type more grandiose, more costly, more damaging, than the last. While ignoring and even viciously attacking those who dared to question any of it.
The price of liberty, we are reminded, is eternal vigilance. Which requires more than one person on duty at a time, lest all the watchmen sleep and let things progress rapidly into evil tyranny or chaos. Or both. But many millions of Americans have been asleep. Dreaming of glories that were (or even, were not), and of a future unlikely to materialize. Claiming to care and yet constantly demonstrating anything but care for themselves, their descendants, their communities, or anything but gimme, gimme, gimme.
We have drifted, drifted badly. I we are an automobile or truck, either into the oncoming lane of traffic or into the steep slope leading to the bar-ditch. A ship? Into the rocks of a stony point of land or a Devil’s Triangle in the Sargasso Sea. An aircraft? The last drops of fuel being sucked by the engines while hundreds of miles from a safe landing place.
What can we do? Shake each other to awaken, to see our danger and act? Educate one another on what we face? Seize control out of desperation from sleeping hands? Or illicit ones? Or simply to pray for mercy?
The choice is ours.
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About TPOL Nathan
Follower of Christ Jesus (a christian), Pahasapan (resident of the Black Hills), Westerner, Lover of Liberty, Free-Market Anarchist, Engineer, Army Officer, Husband, Father, Historian, Writer, Evangelist. Successor to Lady Susan (Mama Liberty) at TPOL.