The riots, Ebola, Squeaky Fromme, the click and the Hand of God

I know it is a strange title but I think they all connect. I’ll start by telling a short story about tipping points. The year was 1975. The first appointed (spelled unelected) President of the United States (Gerald Ford) had chosen the second (appointed and unelected) Vice President (Nelson Rockefeller) the previous year.
For some, it was somewhat disconcerting to have the brother of David Rockefeller, arguably the man holding the world’s purse strings, sitting in the co-pilot seat of the most powerful man in the free world.

Along comes Squeaky Fromme and her Colt M1911 handgun. She pointed it at Ford and – click. Nothing happened. It turned out later that though she had rounds in the magazine, the chamber was empty. Click – Nelson Rockefeller never became President and thereby could not bring forth what ever diabolical plot the conspiracy theorists thought was afoot. Click – Ford continued as President tripping down air stairs and beaning people with golf balls.
Was it simply a mistake on the part of Fromme? Was it, as she said, an intentional act to aim and not fire? Was it the Hand of God preventing this nation from going past the tipping point?

Fast forward to this year.

We have had an economic collapse (called a correction) in the stock market. Click – The economy didn’t follow the lead and business went on as usual.

We have had an Ebola outbreak in West Africa, yet we don’t secure ourselves from the danger. In fact, we even bring the virus into the country and let it roam around unheeded and unchecked for days. Click – Despite the ease it is transmitted, the disease didn’t spread.

When the Grand Jury in Ferguson, Missouri came back with a decision in favor of Mr. Wilson. People gathered in that town and started a violent demonstration. It was an outburst of anger that destroyed several buildings but, thankfully didn’t kill anyone. At the same time there were people organizing demonstrations in several major cities around the county. The goal, some say, was to have them spin out of control and cause national unrest. This kind of unrest would result in Marshal Law and bring our nation fully into a police state. Well, the other demonstrations were few and never really amounted to much. Those that were held, were peaceful. Click – No nationwide rioting.

We again are very close to a tipping point. The United Sates of America is teetering on the edge of extinction (at least as we know it). There are powers on both sides of this debate that want to see the tip and want to see it fall in their direction.

Click – Something is stopping it. Believe what you will and say what you will. For me, I will continue to pray for my country.

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IS IT TIME WE START TALKING ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED?

The news this week is all abuzz over a man jumping the White House fence, running across the lawn and getting into the East Room before being stopped.

There is a national !GASP! in the collective media. Congress is holding hearings. One Congressman suggested issuing a ‘shoot to kill on site’ order. Investigations will follow. Heads will roll! (well, actually they won’t – bureaucrats are a protected species). There will be a lot of talk about “This never happening again!”.

Is it time to answer the question, “How did we get here?”

Here’s a bit of history: In the eighteen hundreds, even into the early nineteen hundreds, people in Washington DC would hold family picnics on the lawn of what was then called The Presidential Manor. There were no gates, no fences and no gun laws. Teddy Roosevelt (one of my least favorite Republican presidents) would even walk around the grounds and talk with the folks picnicking on the lawn.

Today to even lean on the tall wrought iron  fence surrounding that building will get you, at the very least, a stern warning.

What happened? Why is this so. Are we not the same people as our great – great grandfathers and grandmothers? The DNA hasn’t changed. So the environment had to.

In the eighteen hundreds people were self reliant those who weren’t were aided by private charities. They, for the most part, went to church. They worked hard and raised families. The children of those families were taught Judeo-Christian values, manners and respect for others. Mothers and fathers were in control of their children’s upbringing and education. They were taught the American culture. Violence was minimal and literacy was significantly higher than it is today.

Today we have a new culture. A culture where government is father and mother. Government is the teacher and the disciplinarian. Government gives and takes as it see fit. Government is the new king. People in this new culture are raised by television (public or government television during the formative years) and government schools. There is no mom at home to set a standard, because mom has to work to pay the taxes this new king demands. Thanks to the Progressives in the ACLU, there is no God in school to provide any guidance or moral compass. Thanks to moral relativism there is no right or wrong. People are not restrained by this new faulty upbringing and have little to no respect for other individuals. Video games teach it is okay to kill and the schools teach that behavior is neither right or wrong.

So, no wonder we need gates, guard dogs and even “Shoot to Kill” orders to protect the current elected leader of this semi totalitarian kingdom. The king himself made it that way.

To rid ourselves of the disease in our culture we need to look back one hundred years, before the Progressive era. We need to look at what worked then and try very hard to make it work again today. It will not be easy. The Progressives have been in control of government, education and much of entertainment warping and distorting our concept of right and wrong for most of the last one hundred years. It won’t correct in a day. But it won’t correct at all if we don’t start reminding people of a once civilized culture that held family picnics on the White House lawn.

The Great South Dakota Un-Holiday

There was a time in my life when the third Saturday in October was just another day. Of course that was before I moved here to South Dakota. Now, I realize that there are holidays and there are holidays. Each holds a special meaning and importance. We stop and take a moment each December 25th to remember the reason for the season. We kick off a new year about a week later. Many in our community (myself included) bow our heads and thank the Lord on Easter Sunday. July Forth brings out the flags, the parades and the fireworks. There are others. I won’t list them all.

 

This day – the third Saturday in October is not an official holiday (though some may think otherwise). It is a day that countless people have been planning on and working toward for months. From airport to interstate people arrive to help us celebrate our un-holiday. Some have said that the population of the rural counties actually doubles this day. Many people have friends that they invite in to share our experience. Others arrive strictly drawn to the event. The influx of celebrants is so great that we would be hard pressed to find a vacancy sign today.

 

The opening day of the Pheasant Hunting Season is special to many people but it influences every South Dakota resident in some fashion. For some it is the start of a business cycle that will run through January. For others it is their Black Friday, when the annual business budget actually goes from red to black.

 

In South Dakota the biggest revenue generator is Agri-business, the second is Tourism. To us in the Northeast quarter of the state, tourism means hunting. There are many people in my area that cater to hunters. Whether it be for fun or for profit, they have been getting ready for this day for a while. The tax revenue this event brings in is a significant portion of the South Dakota state budget. From government to business to the family farm that allows hunters to walk in, the vast majority are involved in some way. There is reason that Cabela’s chose Mitchell, South Dakota for an anchor store. It wasn’t our burgeoning population. It was this day and this season.

 

My situation is not unlike many who live outside of town. I have a small hobby farm that is surrounded by three large shelter belts. I always expect a knock at my door on this day. Men and sometimes women dressed in denim and orange looking to walk my property seeking the opportunity to shoot our state bird. This year it was no different. The official opening of the season was high noon and the first knock came eighteen minutes later.

 

I look forward to this time of year. Not because I am a hunter (I’m not), but because of the people I meet. I have made some great friends over the years because of this un-holiday.

 

So let me say what is written in orange and on signs throughout the state…

 

Welcome Hunters!

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South Dakota Gets A Bite at the Presidential Apple.

Without a definitive leader in the Republican Presidential race this year, the South Dakota Republican Caucus will actually have an influence on the choice of nominee for President.  In years past by the time the South Dakota caucuses met, the nominee had already been established.

Not this year.  The South Dakota Republican Party actually has an opportunity to help choose their Republican Presidential candidate.

On March 1st at 8 PM we South Dakota Republicans will caucus in support of our individual choices.  We will be able to stand up and be counted in favor of the person we want as President of our United States.

Those chosen by vote will be eligible to vie for a seat on the floor of the National Convention in Tampa, Florida next August.

What’s so exciting about that?  There is a growing chance that this will be a brokered convention.

A Brokered Convention?

There is a real possibility this year that there will be no candidate with the required 1144 votes to capture the nomination in the first vote.  If there is no front runner with a the required (50% +1) votes on the first vote, the choice is put in the hands of the delegates on the floor.  This could very well be one of those special events in your life you replay for your grandchildren.

South Dakota Republicans, the trail to Tampa starts in your County Seat March 1st.  To be nominated as a delegate to the Republican National Convention plan to be at your county caucus.  With very few exceptions, this is where the journey starts.

This is an exciting time for South Dakota. We finally get a turn at bat. We get a choice, rather than having our choice made for us. If you want to be at what could be a history making Republican National Convention and if you want a voice as to who should be your next President, see you at the caucus.

Snow on Basketball weekend? If the folklore is right….

Since I moved here I have heard bits and pieces of folklore.  Folklore comes from experience and the wisdom of the ages, with a little whimsy thrown in to keep things interesting.

Two tidbits come to mind this morning.

1.  There is always a blizzard around or on the weekend of the Boys High School Basketball Playoffs.

and

2.  You can expect snow about 60 days after a fog.

Here’s the deal… The Boys Playoffs start on March 15 in Aberdeen (fifty plus days)

and…

We have had two mornings of heavy fog.

Hmmmm. This could get exciting.

South Dakota Legislative Leaders Try To Sneak Around The State’s Constitution

I saw a story on KELO last night that truly concerns me.  Before I talk about it, I want to remind my friends (and less than friends) that we live in the lowest tax and one of the freest states in the Union.  There is a reason for that.  It is called limited government.

Now, there are some in Pierre who think limited government is just too, well… limiting.  They want a year round legislature.  You know, like California, New York and New Jersey (we can all see how good they’re doing).

Certain legislators are trying to circumvent the South Dakota Constitution and establish a year round legislative body.  It can’t be called a legislature, of course, so they want to call it a “Committee”.  Lets have no doubt here, this “Committee” would become a fulltime legislative body with all the fraud, corruption and perks that go with it.

What we have in this state and what has worked very well for over one hundred years is a part time legislature with citizen representatives who sit in Pierre for 35 or 40 days making decisions then going home and having to justify those decisions for the other 340 or 335.  This is good.  They watch what they do because, in the back of their minds they know they might get stopped in the grocery store by a concerned citizen asking, “What the hell were you thinking?”  It keeps our representatives (spelled representatives) honest for the most part.

I see nothing but danger here with this “committee’ concept.  This is nothing more than a power grab.  It establishes an “ad hoc” legislature to rule for 340 days.  It will write the bills, it will tell the real legislature how to vote when the real session commences.  It also lets out legislators off the hook. “Look, that’s what the Committee said to do… I had no choice.”

Here’s another question:    Just who is this “Committee” accountable to?  Are they appointed?  By whom?  Can they be fired or recalled?  By whom?  Since they are not elected, the people will have no standing with them. The people will have no say in what this “Committee” does.

To see that the Democrats like this does not surprise me but to see that our Republican leadership is behind it is greatly alarming and appalling to me.

The scary part?  There is bipartisan support for this usurpation of the very Constitution these people have sworn to uphold and defend.  

I urge you to contact your representaves and tell them you will not tolerate this.  If they want a full time legislature let them put the change on the ballot and modify the Constitution. 

No sneaky end arounds here. Not while we can vote.

 

Here’s the link to the original story:

http://www.keloland.com/NewsDetail6162.cfm?Id=126273

New York Post… Look to your own house before throwing stones at us.

Concerning the NY post article:

The Great Wide Open – How rural America has become a vanishing way of life.
Read it here:  http://www.nypost.com/p/news/opinion/opedcolumnists/great_wide_open_WqL54fjvoNYjfFI74GlmmL?fb_ref=m_site&fb_source=home_oneline

Hey New York, clean up your own cesspool before you look at our Prairie!  Last time I looked you have more murders in a week than we do out here in year, and out here carrying a gun is legal.

As to the population loss, I truly believe you have seen the last of it in Rural America.  The 2010 census shows the change in population over ten years.  In 2000 we didn’t have high speed internet, a cell phone in every pocket and I-pads.

The census looks at a population shift but not the dynamic.  The true paradigm shift has been outbound from the troubled, crime ridden, overtaxed and under serviced cities to smaller cities like Sioux Falls, Fargo or Cedar Rapids.  Now the shift is happening again.  From those towns to even smaller towns.  

People not from here are starting to find out that they can send their kids to public school with class sizes of about twelve.  They are finding out, through the new media, that South Dakota has no income tax.  In fact, per capita, the taxes here in South Dakota are lower than any other state in the nation.  

Businesses owners in tune with the information age find that they can conduct business in this state which encourages entrepreneurship rather than the one they are in which is trying to tax and regulate them into oblivion.

The next census will tell a different tale.  It will be a tale of two cities (or rather one city crumbling under the weight of it’s own bureaucracy and a small town with few government constraints).  Those cities could be New York, Chicago, Baltimore, Huston or even Los Angeles.  The other Doland, Eureka, Harried, in South Dakota or perhaps Brandon, Iowa or Bloomfield Nebraska.  One shrinking and one growing.

People who work from home are starting to realize that “home” can be anywhere.  They are choosing to leave the high cost and congested areas and moving where the kids can go out and play without the fear of being molested.

Watch the 2020 census…. South Dakota may just have TWO Congressmen.

By the way New York, just how many congressional seats did you loose this year?

Oh…. and one more thing…..  It’s pronounced “Harry-id”, not “Harried”.

Rick Skorupski

A proud transplant in South Dakota.

So… You want to live in South Dakota?

What I want to share are some photos and a story.

Here are three pictures taken yesterday afternoon.  For those of you who do not know, we live in a rural part of South Dakota.  Sometimes the winters can be a challenge, sometimes a blessing. 

Our house is about 3/4 miles from our mailbox.  The road to the mail box is completely clear which is great.  We can get to the mailbox.  Too bad our mailman can’t.

 The first is from the corner where our mailbox is looking west toward the main highway. 

 The second is the same spot looking east toward our nearest neighbor.

The third is me standing on a wind packed snow drift that is less than 24 hours old.  I am pointing DOWN to our mailbox.

Now the story.  No way in or out to the north.  The road to the south had a 4′ high X 300′ drift across it about half a mile to the south of our house so no way out that way either.   We were completely snowbound.

Last night around 7 we get a knock on the door.  It was our neighbor to the south, Waldo!  He had been out since 3 clearing snow.  He asked the man who rents the working part of his farm to take his tractor mounted snow blower and cut a path through the long drift between us.  Now we can get out to the south.  Why did he do that?  So we could get in and cut firewood from his shelter belt.  The one he had just spent three hours clearing. 

 The rest of the story?   Waldo is 86 years old.

I want to live in South Dakota?

You bet!

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Just a thought on Christmas Day.

You know there are times of the year for different things.  For me Christmas is a time to set some time to remember the “reason for the season”.  Now, I now this is the wrong time if year, I am fully aware that the child of the most high God was born in the fall.  I also know the date was shifted to bring it in harmony with the winter solstice and the non Christian rituals that were celebrated this time of year.  I know too that there was no snow around the manger and also that the “manger” was not some outdoor shed.  None the less it is the time of year we celebrate the birth of the savior.  We take a bit of time to remember, to be kind to a stranger, to put a buck or two in a red bucket and to perhaps perform a rendom act of kindness.  To be thankful for the One who came to save us from our own self destruction.  I am glad that (contrary to what our current President says) I live in a Christian nation.  I am thankful this year (as in years past) that we can openly celebrate the birth of the Son of God.  I am grateful to that God that He has allowed me to live in the greatest nation on the face of the Earth. 

Merry Christmas

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Out of Power they will get louder. And more obnoxious.

OK the liberals are mad and doing what they do best.  Whining, crying and out shouting everyone in the room.  They will talk over anyone trying to explain a conservative idea.  Why? They don’t want conservative ideas  explained.  When we do – they loose.

Here’s the latest rant.  The dems in control of Congress right now are going to set it up so the new congress will have to vote to raise the debt ceiling in order to keep the government from default.  When that happens they will be like a young child taunting through a fence saying things like, “SEE!!!!  I thought your were conservative!!  You are spending more money – you have added to the debt!!!”

Let’s put this in terms that even the left can understand. 

Here’s the scenario… 

You allow your son (call him Barry) to play with his friends (Harry and Nancy) in the back yard.  You see them going out the door with a ball and bat.  You tell him not to play ball in the back yard. You explain to them there is not enough room in the yard for that.  They ignore you.  As you expect, Barry hits the ball over the fence and breaks the neighbor’s window.  You punish Barry by taking away his ball and bat.  You tell his friends Harry and Nancy they can no longer play ball where they can cause damage.  You gain control of the back yard and stop further destruction.  

But the neighbor still has to be paid for the broken window.