Let Us Eat Cake

  Newt Gingrich may have the wherewithal to unify the conservative base. If such a success results in a sweeping victory, attaining a stronghold in both the executive and legislative branches of government, he will have secured his status as a major figure in American History. The piecemeal way history is subjectively fashioned eventually crystalizes in some form of objectivity. Like a fully baked cake that is photographed and published in the pages of time, political watersheds ultimately become catalogued wherein it can be said that, "it was what it was." It would be a curious turnabout  in the wake of the Occupy Movement, and brings Richard Harris' lyrics in McArthur's Park to mind; "..Someone left the cake out in the rain. I don't think that I can take it cause it took so long to bake it, and we'll never have the recipe again..."

"...fairness, justice & freedom are more than words; they are perspectives."

  In the emerging trend to usher in an early festive shopping season, I find myself placing a Christmas wish over reflections on gratitude; and that is for more people to realize that political rhetoric on both the left and right is analogous to reading two books on the same subject, wherein the story of truth is shaped by differences in venues and events.

Dilemma of the Perfect Christian

Every day can be Christmas.
Every day can be Easter.
Every day can be Memorial Day.
Every day can be Veteran's Day.
Every day can be Thanksgiving.
Yet still, every day is Halloween.

There's Nothing New Under the Sun

There's nothing new under the sun.

So that's been said before.
Of Course!!  We find repitition in the finitely undetermined generations of humanity.
So there's nothing new about finding the core of others embedded deep within each of us,  and other worlds besides our own.
Granulated hopes, dreams, and aspirations perpetually slip between the fingers on the hands of time.

Money

Money was created for people to use. During presidential campaigns this becomes perversely inverted.

On the Passing of Time

  A friend, whose leisure time conversation revolves around percolated political rhetoric, expressed disenchantment with his perceived abasement of Thomas Edison brought about by the recent attrition of incandescent light bulbs. His comment, "Now they're trying to change history," reflected yet another parcel in his piecemeal world view of government surreptitiously eroding the quality of life in the United States.

  I couldn't think of anything to say at the time; but now I ponder on the futility of trying to explain to him that although factual events cannot be changed, perception of those events are determined by the values attached to them, that subsequent events can alter their significance, and that over time may overshadow them into obscurity, even obsolescence. However, I must concede he is due a respectful degree of sympathy toward the passing.

My Impression of Ann Coulter

I was dismayed to see a C-Span Book TV in-depth interview with Ann Coulter. Her psychotic vendetta against group think personified by the political left is a case study in obsession, perhaps to vindicate a neurological disorder that drives her to rail against it. Her penchant for lumping together disjointed and obscure facts in historical events and political controversy, poses her as someone coated in a veneer of intellectualism. Her impetuous comments and condescending chuckles make me wonder whether this lends to a cubist image of her rationale, or that of a fan with a broken off switch blowing surreal particles around in a hollow head.