Author: JD Pendry

I took a few weeks off from my weekly contemplations which lately seem to always focus on cultural, societal, political and even global woes. It was a brain cleansing. I recommend it.

I spent my morning at the local VA Medical Center. I travel there once every few months for an injection into either my spine or arthritic hip. According to the docs, it is my reward for years of pounding the ground engaging in the fitness craze of the times. Problem is my body more resembles a tree stump than it does a 125 pound distance runner. Like a Lincoln Town Car, built for comfort not speed. Well, more accurately it is akin to a tow truck. What did Bruce Springsteen call it in one of his tunes – the glory days? In that regard, I would do the same things all over again. So I may need a metal hip someday. There are many who served this great nation that would be eternally grateful if all they needed was a new hip joint.

I know all of you have heard horror stories about VA medical care, but the system does a lot of good for a lot of people. I have had my unpleasant experiences with the bureaucratic side of it, but for me the medical treatment side has always been good. Whenever I am there, no matter the time of day, the place appears overwhelmed. Many older Veterans, some of them seeking treatment because they believe that is where they are supposed to go and many others seek treatment because that is their only option. I see all of the ball caps from Vietnam, Korea and occasionally a WWII one. I simply do not see that many younger Veterans. It is humbling to know I was fortunate enough to spend a lifetime serving with men and women such as these. They left our country’s defense to the following generations from which still comes that few men and women dedicated to being the Guardians of our freedom. God bless them everyone.

I wanted to come home and mow the grass this evening, but my hip had a mind of its own and experience tells me it will until all of the numbing medicine has worn off. Suzie-Q, watching my wobbly trip up the stairs ordered me to the couch. When household six speaks retired Sergeants Major step lively – well maybe we wobble lively. I picked the wicker couch on the back porch and Suzie-Q handed me the day’s first cup of coffee. It was one of those spectacular fall days. Very tall blue sky, temperatures peaking in the 70s, light breeze, just a hint of color in the trees.

The deer wander through my yard. Treat it like their private buffet. I am always complaining to Suzie-Q about damage they do to our shrubbery. Up in the back yard, we have some knock-out roses and she calls them knock you out roses. Flower blooms do not last too long on them. HH6 told me I worried too much about the deer. The other day I called her out on to the patio. She has some very large mums, a bright yellow one, a burgundy one, and a white one there all in a row. Beautiful this time of year. Looks like the Washington Redskins offensive line. What I wanted to show her was a bald spot on the top of her white mum. I also pointed out the deer hoof prints. Needless to say the next order from HH6 was for me to put a chicken wire barrier around the mums to protect them from the deer. You know, the deer that I worry about too much.

I got myself into the supine position on that old wicker couch so that I could have a good view of my little piece of Wild and Wonderful hillside. I still need to mow that grass. Tomorrow I guess. Up the hill, the sound of my neighbor’s weed-eater was actually lulling me into a light coma. To me that weed-eater is just another sound of freedom.

I am a blessed man. Blessed to be born in the greatest nation on God’s green earth as is often said in these parts. I am blessed with a Soldier’s wife, a little bossy at times, but unequaled in my view. Blessed with a Son and Daughter-in-law who honor our family name every day. We are blessed with two gorgeous granddaughters, thankfully neither of which favors me even slightly. Blessed to be living a little piece of the American dream. Blessed to firmly believe that where we live, the place and the idea, will weather the times no matter the cultural or political tides because I believe God meant for it to. I am blessed with the understanding that peace and freedom are internal and cannot be taken by anyone except the Giver.

My cup runneth over.

© 2015 J.D. Pendry, American Journal, All Rights Reserved

Many believe God blessed you and because of that you became a great nation. In the history of mankind, you are arguably the greatest ever. Among your citizenry are people who firmly believe and are quite vociferous in their belief that God had nothing to do with it. In fact they do not believe in the existence of God and to that are too quite vocal. But that is part of your beauty. People can believe as they choose on such matters and express their thoughts as they see fit. It is called freedom.

In too many cases that freedom to speak your mind is becoming a bludgeon. For too many people or groups, that cherished freedom of thought and expression is morphing into a demand that others must accept what they say and believe as they do or be labeled as some sort of phobic.

Among your people there is no longer clarity between what is good and what is evil. What one group holds to be good another holds to be evil and evil to one is good to another. And each group busies themselves insisting the other group believe as they do. Your people are hopelessly divided and the leaders chosen by them relish the division. Your house is divided and if the division is not bridged as any divided house, it will fall.

The captains of your ship of state have steadily steered you away from your charted path of liberty. For generations, your people have responded with apathy. For their lack of concern they have been keelhauled into submission lifting nary a finger in opposition. Instead they forfeited their freedom.

You were the champion of free markets, making you the wealthiest nation on earth. But your free markets are long gone replaced by crony capitalism. Now you are the champion of that. It is not even capitalism. It is where powerful and well connected are able to grow their wealth. In return for that politicians grow wealthy. The corporate powerhouses insist that the people should be taxed more, while your high corporate tax rates push smaller companies and the people they once employed to the wayside or force them to build factories in other countries. In all of this, it is your people who suffer.

Your charter declared your government to be by the people and for the people. No. It is now a government by the corrupt and for the corrupt. The corrupt govern to benefit themselves and the corporate cronies who make them wealthy – on a civil servants salary. Your vaunted political system and government of the people is now nothing more than a wealth producing industry for those able to play. This is as far from your founding charter as one could possibly travel in such a relatively short period of history.

You were once a mighty nation, one with character and trust. Your enemies feared you and your friends respected you. Troubled nations could look to you for help. Now, you are led by people who openly sympathize with the deadliest enemy you have faced since your last great war. Your leadership, elected by your people, has forged an agreement with an enemy sworn to your destruction. This same leadership has been a wrecking ball in relationships with your most trusted friends while seemingly embracing your most heinous enemies. This reckless leadership moves along its path of destruction while people elected to confront it close their eyes and ears and sit on their hands. So where do your people turn.

I believed God blessed you. I believe God will also judge you. I believe you should be on your knees asking for his mercy.

© 2015 J. D. Pendry American Journal All Rights Reserved

I am Christian and that is the foundation from which I view the world. Although accused of it every time I mention the subject, I have never once tried to force anyone to accept my beliefs. If asked or invited to do so, I will share. I most certainly do believe God blessed all of us with free will – freedom – to choose the path in life that we feel suits us. If you feel that your freedom is derived from some other source or no source, then that is certainly your choice to make. So, it does not concern me that someone chooses another religion or no religion or whatever other path they wish to walk. I do not care if a person chooses to center their lives on an intimate relationship with a person of the same sex. There is a caveat. If your chosen path is to make me accept and endorse whatever it is you believe when it is absolutely contrary to what I firmly accept and believe then as they say over here in the hills, me and you, we going to have us a problem.

As the President’s ineptly named JV team continues their reign of terror across the Middle East great numbers of people are being brutally murdered. I am convinced they have some evil bastard whose job it is to dream up more horrific ways to murder people so they can share their terror with the world. Not only are they wiping out entire villages that do not hold their world view, they are destroying all vestiges of history they come across.

In the land of the free, there is a more sophisticated brand of coercion. If you are a baker and because of your beliefs you refuse to provide a cake supporting homosexual marriage, you will be sued, chased out of business, fined by some philosophically driven judge, and ordered to not speak about it. The same thing will happen to you if you are a florist, a photographer, or own a wedding chapel. Now, we have progressed to the next level wherein we have our first political prisoner. A woman jailed because her religious convictions prevent her from providing a marriage license bearing her name to homosexuals. She will remain in jail according to the judge, until she changes her mind. Until she changes her mind and goes against her conscious and Christian beliefs. In other words, endorse what we believe or we will destroy your life or put you in prison. How exactly does that differ from what is taking place in the Middle East? We have just not arrived at the point of killing people – yet.

There is a tremendous purge of American history happening right before our eyes and being endorsed by every talking head and chickensh*t politician in sight. The evil Confederate battle flag is being banned everywhere. Statues are coming down, schools are being renamed, even idiots wanting to dig up and move the remains of the dead. I read an article in Army magazine recently where some nitwit Army Major insisted that we rename all of those US Army bases that are currently named for traitors and slave owners. I could almost imagine the spit flying out of his mouth while he was pounding on the keyboard. When you are wiping out history, how again is that different from what is happening in the Middle East?

For the County Clerk who is currently jailed I have heard a lot of suggestions. If she refuses to obey the law, then she should be removed from office. That will be acceptable to me right after Barack Obama is removed from office for the same albeit more egregious reasons. Besides, I do not know which law the clerk is breaking. I do not believe a Supreme Court decree is a law. Another I have heard is if she does not want to do that job then she should just get another job. In other words if you choose to not violate your religious beliefs, you are banned from holding public office. There is religious accommodation all over federal and state governments and in the armed forces. Apparently, when it comes to homosexuality there is not. The rainbow flag of terror flies high.

I think I’ll go watch some football. Watching 300 pound men trying to impose their wills on another makes sense to me right now. You bust me in the mouth. I bust you in the mouth. Is that not what it is coming down to right here in the land of the free?

© 2015 J. D. Pendry American Journal All Rights Reserved

It is like the Biblical parable of the man who built his house on the sand giving it a foundation that could not weather the storms. In our country, when the house falls many more than just the proprietor will be swept away. While we all sit around wondering how we got here and to whom we should assign fault.

I watched an interesting video clip speaking of Islam as a threat. Admiral (Retired) James Lyons talks about actions not taken that could have been and should have been then finishes up by sharing the foundation of the Obama strategy, “It is Anti American, Anti Western, Pro Islam, Pro Iranian, and Pro Muslim Brotherhood.” I believe I could add a few more “antis” to the list, but they all fit comfortably under American and Western. Worth the minute or two it takes to listen to it.

No matter from where we get the moral code by which we live and from what authority it is derived, each us will at some time in our lives have to decide what is right and what is wrong. We have to make that choice minus today’s relativism. Things are either right or they are wrong. I am not contemplating others with this thought. It is more of a self-chat. From time to time I need to check my own compass heading. I am not much good to myself or to my countrymen if I cannot hold firm to what I believe.

Back to the question of to whom we need assign blame for the predicament in which we find ourselves. For me, I must assign blame for the state of our nation to the man in the mirror.

I suppose I am about as middle as middle class gets. I tolerate things happening in my country that would never be allowed across the threshold of my heart or mind as being even remotely acceptable. You can ponder your own list of those closely held “things.” But, I believe I share with too many a tolerance for accepting dishonesty from public officials holding the highest offices of the land right on down to where the rubber meets the middle class road. I have accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior, if you like your health plan you can keep your health plan, and families will save $2500 a year on health costs…. Elitist lying politicians have become the norm. How do we deal with this dishonesty? Well, fifty percent of us do not even vote.

Just yesterday another Police Officer was murdered. The anti-police rhetoric in our country has support from the highest office in the land, the country’s top law enforcement office, and the usual group of race hustlers along with Louis Farrakhan who called for his “army” to hunt them down and kill them. We all heard how the police “acted stupidly” more than once. We have riots, destruction of businesses and destruction of private property. We have murder rates shooting through the roof because police officers fear being prosecuted if they have to un-holster their weapons. We had one officer beaten unconscious because he hesitated to use his weapon.

Sadly, the whole thing is built on a lie. “Hands up don’t shoot” never happened and even Eric Holder’s Department of Justice could not find a crime, but they are still rioting in Ferguson. People with weak minds who may choose to shoot a police officer in the back probably see themselves as some sort of a hero for a cause built on a lie. And, the progressive media, the people in charge of one of our most precious freedoms, keep kindling the fires. It just seems to me that someone wants to see confrontations in the streets. So the government can sweep in and save whom? From what?

In the media they periodically speak about the President’s legacy. Mr. President it is already written. A legacy sitting atop a foundation of lies. It will not withstand the tests of time and at some point your daughters will have to explain to your grandchildren why history is so unkind to you.

© 2015 J. D. Pendry American Journal All Rights Reserved

Suzie-Q and I were on our way back home from our favorite fast food place. It is the one where the employees are always pleasant and are quick to respond that it was their pleasure to serve you if you should offer them a thank you. They will grab your tray if you are finished or drop by your table and offer to refill your drink. Their spicy chicken deluxe sandwich with pepper jack cheese along with waffle shaped fries is very good and Suzie-Q loves their milkshakes. It is the place where the owner stated unapologetically that he accepted the Biblical definition for marriage. It is the place where the planned liberal boycott had the reverse affect. I reckon the moral of that story is that you should not try to come between us and our chicken sandwiches and maybe what we believe as well.

You cannot change hearts or minds with a bludgeon. In Denver they are still applying the philosophy that says if you have them by the short hairs, or some other part of the anatomy, their hearts and minds will follow. The Denver City Council, while ruling over its piece of the serfdom of legal pot heads, has decided to block Chik-fil-A’s bid for a concession at the Denver airport because their owner accepts the Biblical definition of marriage. There is nothing like a little liberal fascism to make America work better.

Anyway we were sitting at a traffic light, yes we do have some of those in Wild and Wonderful, in our overly computerized automobile. Have you read any of the stories about hackers taking control of automobiles? Makes you pine for the days before all of that stuff. That is a discussion or another day perhaps, while we are considering how to survive the apocalypse.

There we were at the light. I reached over and grabbed my drink from the cup holder, which is too near the gear shift, to get that last swig of watery coke from the bottom. I only got air when I pulled on the straw. So I did what you do. I grabbed the straw and started poking around in the ice. I poked so well that the straw went right through the bottom of the cup. I became aware of this about the time the remnants of the icy drink made contact with my groin. It is safe to say at that point the cooled front seats became unnecessary. A least we were stopped at the light and Suzie-Q came to my rescue. Besides, we still had time at the light because when the light changed the guy in front of us was fully engaged with his smart phone. I did not honk the horn, but the several cars behind me that did not make the light certainly did. Technology is making great contributions to our daily lives, is it not?

The bottom falling out of that drink cup made me think about Mrs. Clinton’s presidential campaign. What do you reckon Slick Willie and Barry O talked about during their golf came? Willie was either in the begging mode or he was explaining about the things he knows that Barry O does not want the rest of the world to hear about. And Barry probably countered with I know some stuff too. Whatever transpired, it does not appear to have altered the Rainbow house war on the Clintons. The golf course summit apparently did not result in a peace deal. Maybe they should have brought along Genghis Johnny. He is such an accomplished negotiator. Just ask him.

The progressive media is so zeroed in on the establishment Republicrats trying to torpedo Trump and Cruz that they are willfully ignoring the battle to the death in their own beloved party. Chris Matthews has noticed. As the tingle leaves his legs, he declared that if Hillary drops out of the election he will shut down his television program. Hey Chris here’s a little acronym for you from my younger days. WHOGAS!

Anticipating the Biden Warren ticket? As I said before, be wary of the one who swoops in to save the party. The same goes for the pachyderms. Let us just hope that when the parties finish taking one another out that we are not left to cast another meaningless vote. If that happens then another acronym is appropriate. BOHICA.

© 2015 J. D. Pendry American Journal All Rights Reserved

I was out in the back yard un-kinking my guaranteed kink-proof water hose. Actually I think it attacked me. At one point it had an arm and a leg secured, but I did manage to get free. About the only equivocal experience is filing taxes, except from the kink-proof hose I was able to get back the arm and leg. I looked over at the neighboring house and shook my head. It was sort of like I remember looking over at Mexico from El Paso. The house is empty. Some men have purchased it with the intent of renovating and flipping it, but they better hurry.

Here in Wild and Wonderful we have this creeping weed that grows along the top of the grass. Unless you periodically unleash chemical warfare, it will smother the lawn. While the house next door awaits its makeover, those creeping weeds have consumed the lawn. My problem is open borders. So whenever I spray on the weed killer, I lay an adequate amount along the boundary. Secure the borders and you keep the weeds at home, free to run in any other direction they choose.

The Census Bureau tells us that our immigrant population in 2013, including legal and illegal is 41.3 million. US population is now 320 million. As of March 2015, 33% of Americans, that is 92,898,000 aged 16 and older, are not participating in the work force. Certainly some of those are for valid reasons, but many gave up looking for work. Our country is unable to put Americans to work although the communist propaganda machine keeps reporting how well the economy is doing and most of Washington is on the more immigration and amnesty bandwagon.

Did you listen to our Secretary of State speak as he raised the American flag in honor of a Communist dictatorship. If you did, hopefully it did not make you ill. Genghis Johnny has a long history of communist love dating from his visits with the North Vietnamese to his man love for Comandante Ortega. It just points out that there is danged little space between progressives and communists. The major difference is that American progressives yet lack the fortitude to call themselves communists. But, I do not think that day is too far into the future.

The progressives are making it through their bucket-list a rather torrid pace. Normalization of homosexuality and using it to attack religious freedom, uncontrolled immigration, an ideologically based supreme court, abortion for profit including selling baby parts, half of the population dependent on government programs, government controlled healthcare, peace in our time with Iran, and Genghis Johnny raising the American flag in Havana. There really is not much left for them to do. They are still plotting ways to take guns away from legal gun owners. It is the crowned jewel on the progressive bucket list.

I just think Americans as a population are not the type to take to the streets, but perhaps we are nearing the tipping point. The day when millions of people are in the streets and in comparison places like Ferguson and Baltimore look like Saturday night block parties, Washington might get a little concerned. We most definitely need that great awakening and it is time to start demanding impeachments and resignations. The people must accomplish what establishment Washington will not.

Or we can stand by and watch while the communists run the hammer and sickle is up the Rainbow house flagpole.

© 2015 J. D. Pendry American Journal All Rights Reserved

I checked my list to see if there were any republicans not running for president. All I could find was Mitford and the Maverick. Losers who never figured out they were in a street fight. People are taking to Trump for that reason. Americans want someone to fight for them. Whether he believes or means what he says is another issue, but it puts on the appearance of attacking what is wrong in America. The eventual candidate should be taking notes. Pussyfoot around and you too will get the snot kicked out of you by a communist in a pants suit. Unless the FBI probe is real.

On one end of the District of Columbia sits the Rainbow house. On the other end on a little knoll, called a hill, sits Mordor. The people populating these fortifications run Babylon on the Potomac. No longer do they and not for a long time have they represented the people of the many states comprising this union. They prefer serfdom or to completely ignore the fact that there is even a population beyond the boundaries of Babylon. It is pay for play corruption at its worst. The irony of it all is that Donald Trump and people like him played and paid for politicians in our country just like he did in other countries all the way up to achieving billionaire status. Now, the shark is attacking the other sharks? He needs to explain to me how he would be different from the status quo, especially when he has been part of it, an enabler of it, and a benefactor of it. If his arrogance pushes him to run as a third party candidate, he will place another corrupt communist in the Rainbow house. Maybe we could just go ahead and paint the people’s house solid red by then. Do you reckon that’s what Slick Willie called him about? Nah, Willie was grubbing for more cash for the foundation or any available super model, or intern, or….

I really do not take much from gang debates. When it is whittled down to a few, I will become more interested.

The Unplanned Parenthood shop of horrors videos continue. Now they are setting the price for intact babies. Before they described how they took care not to crush the valuable parts. So if they have intact babies for sale, does not that imply a live birth? How can we not stand against such an atrocity? How could the Senate not even consider a funding vote? Like Mr. Trump said. I gave them money and when I needed them they were there. Answer. Just follow the money.

Did you hear Louis Farrakhan? He wants his Army of 10,000 to stalk whites and kill them. Do you recall? That Reverend Jeremiah Wright and his church gave Farrakhan a lifetime achievement award. The minister for the residents of the Rainbow house is a great admirer of Farrakhan. The same Farrakhan who implied Obama was the messiah. I doubt the Department of Justice will send the FBI over to visit him. Now if he had been holding a Confederate flag when he said that, all hell undoubtedly would have broken loose.

How about Genghis John and the Iran (new name for Hanoi) deal. I am just waiting for him to swoop down and report for duty. He can hold up his Nobel Prize for securing a deal with the people who have as their top priorities destruction of Israel and America. And with that he can save the party and America. Especially after the Rainbow house’s Department of Justice files criminal charges against the woman in the pants suits. If this was written into a movie script no one would watch it unless they called it dumb and dumber goes to Tehran. But, if it does not work out for him he can always say he was for it before he was against it and in a fit of rage he can throw Obama’s prize over the Rainbow house fence.

Just another uneventful week in the Enchanted Kingdom. I wished I had the imagination to make this stuff up. Can someone explain why my spell checker keeps trying to change Obama to Osama?

© 2015 J. D. Pendry American Journal All Rights Reserved

Shorty lived across the ridge from me. We did a lot of things together. Played baseball. Rode his old horse like it was the Lone Ranger’s Silver. Climbed the mulberry tree and ate berries until we were mostly purple. Ate wild persimmons before they were ready and green apples. Painted our faces with poke berry juice and headed off into the woods with our homemade bows. Shorty taught me how to milk a cow. Pretty much the same way Tom Sawyer taught them boys how much fun it was to white wash a fence. I did manage to squirt him in the eye. And sometimes we would have us a smoke from the Salems Shorty pilfered from his Mom’s unguarded cigarette pack.

One day I was helping Shorty slop the hogs. About three quarters of the way out the path toward the hog pens, Shorty and me decided to stop for one of those smokes. We felt rather grown up in the moment. Menthol Salems. It was a brief moment of exotica within smelling range of hog pens. On that day, Shorty and me learned that hogs are not very tolerant of slow-poke waiters. We looked up just in time to see a herd of hogs, who had just busted themselves out of the pen, barreling down on us. We lit out like the proverbial bats out of Hades leaving our smoldering smokes somewhere along the way. Fortunately, those future smoked hams were interested in the slop buckets and not Shorty and me.

That was the great hog rebellion of 1964.

By now you have heard Senator Ted Cruz call out Mitch “Harry Reid” McConnell. There was no equivocation. He called the Senior Senator from Kentucky a liar – and more than once. Stating quite plainly the Mitch and Harry show continues. Reminds me of those great philosophers, “The Eagles”:

You can’t hide your lyin’ eyes
And your smile is a thin disguise
I thought by now you’d realize
There ain’t no way to hide your lyin eyes

For consecutive election cycles, Americans overwhelmingly voted to take power from one party and give it to another. We did it by sending men like Ted Cruz to the Senate. For the ears of the world, Senator Cruz made a bold move. Calling out establishment Washington for what it is. When we look back on this time we are likely to see that he endeared himself to the Americans who are mostly sick to death of establishment Washington. Let us just hope that when Mr. Cruz looks back over his shoulder he will not be the Lone Ranger in the great pachyderm rebellion of 2015.

There is another rebellion of sorts brewing in Washington. The Rainbow House, it appears, is working hard to dethrone the Clintons. Quietly though. Word is that Valerie Jarret (Communist) and defacto dictator is leaking details about Mrs. Clinton’s emails and about the Inspectors General who referred their investigations into the email scandal to the Department of Justice. The Rainbow House Department of Justice, oh my. Reckon they will indict? That would be fun to watch. Especially to see what the Clinton personal destruction team has held back about the Obamas. Would love to be privy to the inside conversations on this one. Just be wary of whoever it is that is being primed to swoop down and save the Democrat party – and the United States of America. Probably not Bernie Sanders.

One more developing rebellion I think. This one is on the people level. And it is against Planned Parenthood’s little shop of horrors. Will politicians do anything about it? Last I heard, good old Mitch would not allow a vote on defunding them either. So you and I will continue to fund the baby parts business. I think Washington does nothing as it does on most things. That leaves me to wonder how much longer before our streets are filled with fed up Americans, this one maybe being the proverbial straw.

That probably will not happen either. But you know what? My gut tells me that these past years and whatever happens within the coming months will forever change the political landscape in the United States of America.

I think Ted Cruz fired the bold shot heard around the political world. Will he stand alone? This country was born out of rebellion. It will take rebellion in some form to save it. Prayerfully a peaceful one.

© 2015 J. D. Pendry American Journal All Rights Reserved.