Why politicians will not act against Obama. Cult of Diversity

This will not be popular, however the the religious adherence to the cult of diversity has created this monster which we see before us. The left and right  have so endoctrinated the populous into this cult, that the adversaries of the current administration are permanently frozen. They can not and will not act Constitutionally against a President that has and will continue not obey the oath he swore before God, and they will not act because of the color of his skin.

We have cuddled and coddled this monster called Diversity from a baby. It has grown up and is now on the verge of devouring the hands that feed it.

We will have righteous men and women that fear not to be called bigot or racist, or we will have cowards who are not worthy of their offices, both political or religious.

We have spoken before about how the simple act of kindness by a man on a bus may have changed the course of history. Just doing what every good man teaches his sons about kindness toward women.

There are righteous men Red,Yellow,Black, and White, but they must now shout it from the roof tops and the mountain tops, (paraphrasing a great man)or the nation that has spread the Gospel to the world and engaged in liberty,will be laid in the ashes of history.

God created all peoples to glorify his name, but they are all different  peoples. The diversity cult seeks not to embrace these qualities of God given uniqueness, but to destroy them in service to the Adversary.

They seek homogenization , not true diversity.

Special Day January 19th. Birthday Wishes!

Ode To Robert E. Lee

In the hollow eyes of starving men


With worn out shoes, but still fight within


Would you have made a solemn vow


If in poverty, your kin would now bow


Could you have foreseen, the hurt, remorse


As in honor you fought, from your brave white horse


Gray hair flowing as you lead your nation strong


For only four years was the struggle long


O, I think you would not have sheaved that day your swords


Knowing the wicked would become your children's "lords"


I walked that fence and that day I cried


A court house in Virginia where freedom died


In bitter remembrance of a nation of splendor


Sold to Yankee bankers, borrowers, and lenders


You were so brave and all those that followed


But for honor and your family your pride swallowed


O do not be regretful of that single deed


For you are the father of a noble breed........

She Closes Her Eyes

She closes her eyes, drifts away

Eyes flickering as she dreams

Memories of things, bought to mind

Of kind whispers, it would seem

A time that now, recalls a smile

Of something, no one ever “new”

Would remember, from long ago

A recollection, of only you

Rocking there with grey hair down

The peaceful Southern breeze

Recalls with warmth, within her voice

Of a name, now said with ease

Past and Present the line now blurred

Between smiles, corners to edge

A not so common beautiful thought

And a not forgotten pledge

Would hope all others, shared such dreams

That appoints the heart to melt

Reposed in shadowed love, so sweet

And a passion, she has ever felt

An Ode to Yes and No...... ( Stephen's Poem)

An ode to Yes and No ( Stephen's Poem)

  

Here’s an ode to Yes and No,

To what, but maybe isn’t

To things that are, but maybe not

To ideas we must revisit

Stone and bricks, hard and firm

White and black, defined with clarity

To words well meant, you can’t take back

Presumptions reborn with regularity

With freedom to think, and think again

A conscience held captive, by what we know

This simple poem, scribbled in pen

Is just an ode to Yes and No.

Now , again

Been a long while
  some time for sure
 Hand nor heart 
   connected
Never born
  words to pen
Imagination
  forgotten, neglected

Maybe an arising
   awaking per-say
Will widen
  Eyes clearly open
Perhaps. purchance
  etched forever
Words almost
   never spoken

This one is personal.... well they all are to some extent....

Ancient this sentiment is, but I really

like the way this one came together.

Half Hearted

To the one with half a heart

Perhaps, maybe smaller pieces

Those who've given some to all

With aching , that never decreases

Once to live with only one

convinced of no one other

Now the pain of conscience split

With two , and one another

Why to test , what was rare

A love that was so pure

Fragments now, of broken hearts

Scattered and shattered for sure

Is there a remedy , meant to heal

To quench and release this sorrow

Well, maybe hearts are meant to break

And love a gift to borrow......

Signs..

The brightest star on a moonless night The flutter of angels wings brushing you Queerest of sounds breaking the silence Victor's hand to the vanquished after struggled fight A grin, when silly is the last thing you expected Wink of the eye from a beautiful stranger Cool glass of water from the cup of a foe Sweet hello from a lover rejected The unanticipated at the strangest times In the forgetfulness of mercy brought To the place of a hopeful sigh In the smallest of joys, Omnipotent signs

Dancing in Weeds

Once upon, a winter’s day

Ground all cold and wet

The Planter, he did planted seeds

He never would regret

Planted he, knowing weeds

When winter did relent

Would bloom within planted soil

Where flowers, he did meant

When they did, bloom the both

The beauty did not quit

For flowers dance above the weeds

Because they’re heaven sent

Those flowers danced, danced the more

So all could smell their scent

The weeds looked up at brighter blooms

That the Planter always meant

Older post, but I like it!