Sad Day for Caley

A jury of peers decided to let common sense fly out the window today, when they announced a “not guilty” verdict in the case of Casey Anthony and the death of her daughter Caley. The case was loaded with circumstantial evidence that pointed to no one else but her mother Casey, but there was not enough hard evidence to lead directly to her. No DNA, no fingerprints, no known cause of death, no solid motive. Whatever happened to Caley, and whoever was responsible for her death, will someday be known. The guilt of this death should weigh heavily on the heart of whoever murdered this little soul.

Determined to make a difference (eventually).

Every time I start a new blog, I always seem to pop in now and then with a short post as to why I have so ignored my blog. It’s not that I don’t want to write, or have nothing to say. It’s just that…well, I don’t really have an excuse. Actually, I suppose I could say that I am still trying to figure out what it is that I want to say and how to say it. Am I confused? Do I not have a voice that desires to be heard? Perhaps I’m afraid that my ramblings will reveal how far off of the surface of planet earth my mind is. Blogging is often used as a place to vent, to express, to imagine, to free-think. I like it and will return with something that makes sense (at least to me) soon.

A Call to All

by Thelen Paulk

I had a dream the other night, I didn’t understand.
A figure walking through the mist, with flintlock in his hand.
His clothes were torn and dirty, as he stood there by the bed,
He took off his three-cornered hat, and speaking low, he said:

“We fought a revolution, to secure our liberty.
We wrote the Constitution, as a shield from tyranny,
For future generations, this legacy we gave,
In this, the land of the free and the home of the brave.”

“The freedom we secured for you, we hoped you’d always keep.
But tyrants labored endlessly, while your parents were asleep.
Your freedom gone, your courage lost, you’re no more
than a slave,
In this, the land of the free and the home of the brave.”

“You buy permits to travel, and permits to own a gun,
Permits to start a business, or to build a place for one.
On land that you believe you own, you pay a yearly rent,
Although you have no voice in choosing how the money’s spent.”

“Your children must attend a school that doesn’t educate.
Your Christian values can’t be taught, according to the state.
You read about the current news, in a regulated press.
You pay a tax you do not owe, to please the I.R.S.”

“Your money is no longer made of silver or of gold.
You trade your wealth for paper, so your life can be controlled.
You pay for crimes that make our nation turn from God in shame,
You’ve taken Satan’s number, as you’ve traded in your name.”

“You’ve given government control to those who do you harm,
So they can padlock churches, and steal the family farm,
And keep the country deep in debt, put men of God in jail,
Harass your fellow countrymen, while corrupted courts prevail.”

“Your public servants don’t uphold the solemn oath they’ve sworn.
Your daughters visit doctors so their children won’t be born.
Your leaders ship artillery and guns to foreign shores,
And send your sons to slaughter, fighting other people’s wars.”

“Can you regain freedom for which we fought and died?
Or don’t you have the courage or the faith to stand with pride?
Are there no more values for which you’ll fight to save?
Or do you wish your children to live in fear and be a slave?”

“Sons of the Republic, arise and take a stand!
Defend the Constitution, the Supreme Law of the Land!
Preserve our great republic and each God-given right,
And pray to God to keep the torch of freedom burning bright!”

As I awoke he vanished, in the mist from which he came.
His words were true, we are not free. We have ourselves to blame.
For even now as tyrants trample each God-given right,
We only watch and tremble, too afraid to stand and fight.

If he stood by your bedside, in a dream while you’re asleep,
And wondered what remains of our rights he fought to keep,
What would be your answer, if he called out from the grave?
Is this still the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave?

Hello world!

A day of beginnings. With so many options available to post your thoughts  (as crazy as they may seem), your hopes and dreams, your fears and concerns about the here and now, and for the days ahead, it is my desire to make this blog a source of information, imagination, and encouragement for all who visit. With so much information bombarding our brains these days, and so much up in the air regarding the direction of our lives, our country, and our world, we need a place to call our own, even though shared with many. Perhaps this is good therapy for my mind, and an outlet for my thoughts that would otherwise sit on a dusty shelf somewhere in my head unused. I invite you to be a part of this personal journey.