Proud of Being White?

AWHMI followed a link to a Facebook page called, “American White History Month.” On it, I found a slogan with which I, though about as white as one can be, cannot agree. With it, however, I found a true statement, which I will quote first, “Never apologize for being white.”

I’ve done many things during my sixty-eight years for which I could indeed apologize, but why would I apologize for being what God made me? That would be like apologizing for being male, or human. Though males and whites, indeed, all humans, do despicable things, we don’t do them because we are a particular sex or color; we do them because we are sinful.

The second slogan on that page proclaims far more than its creators realize. “Proud of our race and heritage,” seems dangerously close to taking credit for God’s creative work. We didn’t choose to be born white, and of European heritage, so how can we be proud of that? We can certainly be glad of it, and thankful for it, just as people of color can be glad and thankful for who they are. Following, are Bible passages that deal with pride and its consequences:

Ephesians 5:15 Look carefully then how you walk, not as unwise but as wise,16 making the best use of the time, because the days are evil. 17 Therefore do not be foolish, but understand what the will of the Lord is. 18 And do not get drunk with wine, for that is debauchery, but be filled with the Spirit, 19 addressing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and making melody to the Lord with your heart, 20 giving thanks always and for everything to God the Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, 21

1 Thessalonians 5:15 See that no one repays anyone evil for evil, but always seek to do good to one another and to everyone. 16 Rejoice always, 17 pray without ceasing, 18 give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you. 19 Do not quench the Spirit. 20 Do not despise prophecies, 21 but test everything; hold fast what is good. 22 Abstain from every form of evil.

1 Timothy 4:4 For everything created by God is good, and nothing is to be rejected if it is received with thanksgiving, 5 for it is made holy by the word of God and prayer.

Pride in something, and gratitude for it, are antithetical, if at once, one takes credit for it, and gives credit for it. So, which will it be? The passages above, and many more, command gratitude, but never does God’s Word tell us to take pride in what he gave us; even though we may have worked hard for something, or even invented it, we didn’t create it. Such pride is most certainly one form of evil.

As for our heritage, we are a nation born of Christian principles, and that, according to our Constitution’s Establishment Clause, is where our national Christianity ends. As Premier Obama said, America was never a Christian nation. Fact is, we can take pride in no nation governed by fallen human beings, as everything they do is based in sin, even if it seems noble. But we can, and must, remain thankful for it.

I Hate Politics!

I know I’m not alone in that sentiment, but a time comes when even passive voters such as I must at least try to make waves. And being a non-swimmer, when I get in deep water I make plenty of waves.

The vast majority of voters loyal to either major political party haven’t the foggiest idea what really goes on in those smoke-filled rooms. And yes, they’re still smoke-filled, despite the Politically Correct dogma of smoke freedom. So, confession time: Down deep we’ve realized our woeful ignorance since we first began shedding our cockeyed idealism, and responded by imitating the mythical, head-burying kangaroo. “If it was good enough for Kennedy or Reagan, it’s good enough for me.”

The problem is, that was then, and this is now. What dragged my head out of the proverbial sand is this video of Anita Moncrief’s statements at the Americans for Prosperity Foundation’s Suite Tea Breakfast in Orlando, Florida on September 23, 2011. If you’re now shaking your head and looking askance at this obvious conservative propaganda, please excuse my audacity for publishing my opinion on my own blog. But despite the mainstream media’s smear tactics, this deserves an unbiased hearing. If you claim to be open-minded, please sacrifice the twenty minutes that viewing both parts of this video will cost you. It will either cement your liberalness or open your eyes. Either way, it will be well worth your time. (If the following videos don’t work in your browser, copy/paste the following URL into its address bar: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3CmkbShVqNA )

If you agree that this is vital information in this pivotal election cycle, please break your silence and do everything you can to broadcast it, whether or not you will be popular for doing so. Because the liberal news media will certainly try to conceal it.

Barry The Dope Dealer

(The following e-mail seems outside the scope of The Well-Dressed Branch, but barring the possibility of President Obama’s having experienced a life-changing encounter with Jesus, it relates what kind of man the American electorate has entrusted with our national welfare. A quote at the end of this article from a Czech editorial reveals what the world thinks of our nation. Make no mistake, I hate no one! My only reason for republishing this in my blog is to possibly give greater exposure to the truth.)

Barry The Dope Dealer; one reason Obama’s school files are SEALED.
Barry was quite the accomplished marijuana addicted enthusiast back in high school and college. Excerpts from David Maraniss’ Barack Obama: The Story “Barry the Dope dealer” with the elaborate drug culture surrounding the president when he attended Punahou School in Honolulu and Occidental College in Los Angeles . He definitely inhaled, a hell of a lot of smoke.
1. The Choom GangDescription: 1. The Choom<br />
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A self-selected group of boys at Punahou School who loved basketball and good times called themselves the Choom Gang. Choom is a verb, meaning “to smoke marijuana.”
2. Total AbsorptionDescription: 2. Total<br />
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As a member of the Choom Gang, Barry Obama was known for starting a few pot-smoking trends. The first was called “TA,” short for “total absorption.” To place this in the physical and political context of another young man who would grow up to be president, TA was the antithesis of Bill Clinton’s claim that as a Rhodes scholar at Oxford he smoked dope but never inhaled.
3. Roof HitsDescription: 3. Roof<br />
                                            Hits” border=”0″ height=”417″ src=”<a href=https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/?ui=2&ik=70207debc1&view=att&th=1390131062f44457&attid=0.3&disp=emb&zw&atsh=1&#8243; width=”625″ />Along with TA, Barry popularized the concept of “roof hits”: when they were chooming in the car all the windows had to be rolled up so no smoke blew out and went to waste; when the pot was gone, they tilted their heads back and sucked in the last bit of smoke from the ceiling.
4. PenaltiesDescription: 4.<br />
                                            Penalties” border=”0″ height=”465″ src=”<a href=https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/?ui=2&ik=70207debc1&view=att&th=1390131062f44457&attid=0.4&disp=emb&zw&atsh=1&#8243; width=”625″ />When you were with Barry and his pals, if you exhaled precious pakalolo (Hawaiian slang for marijuana, meaning “numbing tobacco”) instead of absorbing it fully into your lungs, you were assessed a penalty and your turn was skipped the next time the joint came around. “Wasting good bud smoke was not tolerated,” explained one member of the Choom Gang, Tom Topolinski, the Chinese-looking kid with a Polish name who answered to Topo.
5. The ChoomwagonDescription: 5.. The<br />
                                            Choomwagon” border=”0″ height=”469″ src=”<a href=https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/?ui=2&ik=70207debc1&view=att&th=1390131062f44457&attid=0.5&disp=emb&zw&atsh=1&#8243; width=”625″ />[Choom Gang member] Mark Bendix’s Volkswagen bus, also known as the Choomwagon. … The other members considered Mark Bendix the glue, he was funny, creative, and uninhibited, with a penchant for Marvel Comics. He also had that VW bus and a house with a pool, a bong, and a Nerf basketball, all enticements for them to slip off midday for a few unauthorized hours of recreation…
6. InterceptionsDescription: 6.<br />
                                            Interceptions” border=”0″ height=”430″ src=”<a href=https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/?ui=2&ik=70207debc1&view=att&th=1390131062f44457&attid=0.6&disp=emb&zw&atsh=1&#8243; width=”625″ />Barry also had a knack for interceptions. When a joint was making the rounds, he often elbowed his way in, out of turn, shouted “Intercepted!,” and took an extra hit. No one seemed to mind.
7. SlippersDescription: 7. SlippersChoom Gang members often made their way to Aku Ponds at the end of Manoa Stream, where they slipped past the liliko’i vines and the KAPU (keep out) signs, waded into waist-high cool mountain water, stood near the rock where water rushed overhead, and held up a slipper (what flip-flops are called in Hawaii) to create an air pocket canopy. It was a natural high, they said, stoned or not.
8. Ray The DealerDescription: 8.. Ray The<br />
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He was a long-haired haole hippie who worked at the Mama Mia Pizza Parlor not far from Punahou and lived in a dilapidated bus in an abandoned warehouse. … According to Topolinski, Ray the dealer was “freakin’ scary.” Many years later they learned that he had been killed with a ball-peen hammer by a scorned gay lover. But at the time he was useful because of his ability to “score quality weed.”…In another section of the [senior] yearbook, students were given a block of space to express thanks and define their high school experience. … Nestled below [Obama's] photographs was one odd line of gratitude: “Thanks Tut, Gramps, Choom Gang, and Ray for all the good times.” … A hippie drug-dealer made his acknowledgments; his own mother did not.
9. Pumping StationsDescription: 9. Pumping<br />
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Their favorite hangout was a place they called Pumping Stations, a lush hideaway off an unmarked, roughly paved road partway up Mount Tantalus . They parked single file on the grassy edge, turned up their stereos playing Aerosmith, Blue Oyster Cult, and Stevie Wonder, lit up some “sweet-sticky Hawaiian buds” and washed it down with “green bottle beer” (the Choom Gang preferred Heineken, Becks, and St. Pauli Girl).
10. Veto
Description: 10. Veto
One of the favorite words in their subculture revealed their democratic nature. The word was veto. Whenever an idea was broached, someone could hold up his hand in the V sign (a backward peace sign of that era) and indicate that the motion wash not approved. They later shortened the process so that you could just shout “V” to get the point across.. In the Choom Gang, all V’s were created equal.
11. Maui Wowie, Kauai Electric, Puna Bud And Kona Gold:Description: 11. Maui<br />
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In the Honolulu of Barry’s teenage years marijuana was flourishing up in the hills, out in the countryside, in covert greenhouses everywhere. It was sold and smoked right there in front of your nose; Maui Wowie, Kauai Electric, Puna Bud, Kona Gold, and other local variations of pakololo were readily available.
12. The Barf CouchDescription: 12. The<br />
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The Barf Couch earned its name early in the first trimester when a freshman across the hall from Obama [in the Haines Hall Annex dorm at Occidental College ] drank himself into a stupor and threw up all over himself and the couch. In the manner of pallbearers hoisting a coffin, a line of Annexers lifted the tainted sofa with the freshman aboard and toted it out the back door and down four steps to the first concrete landing on the way to the parking lot. A day later, the couch remained outside in the sun, resting on its side with cushions off (someone had hosed it clean), and soon it was back in the hallway nook.
13. The Annex OlympicsDescription: 13. The<br />
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(The main hallway at Haines Hall was called the Annex,) home to the impromptu Annex Olympics: long-jumping onto a pile of mattresses, wrestling in underwear, hacking golf balls down the hallway toward the open back door, boxing while drunk. There were the non-Olympic sports of lighting farts and judging them by color, tipping over the Coke machine, breaking the glass fire extinguisher case, putting out cigarettes on the carpet, falling asleep on the carpet, flinging Frisbees at the ceiling-mounted alarm bell, tasting pizza boxes to the floor, and smoking pot from a three-foot crimson opaque bong, a two-man event involving the smoker and an accomplice standing ready to respond to the order “Hey, dude, light the bowl!
Resources:
8. http://www.buzzfeed.com/gavon/a-users-guide-to-smoking-pot-with-barack-obama

WHY WASN’T THIS ALL ON THE NEWS IN 2008 WHEN HE WAS RUNNING FOR OFFICE ? And WHY ISN’T THE NEWS TALKING ABOUT IT TODAY ?
Some people have the vocabulary to sum up things in a way that you can quickly understand them. This quote came from the Czech Republic. Someone over there has it figured out. It was translated into English from an article in the Prague newspaper Prager Zeitungon on 04.28.2010.

“The danger to America is not Barack Obama, but a citizenry capable of entrusting a man like him with the Presidency. It will be far easier to limit and undo the follies of an Obama presidency than to restore the necessary common sense and good judgment to a depraved electorate willing to have such a man for their president. The problem is much deeper and far more serious than Mr. Obama, who is a mere symptom of what ails America. Blaming the prince of the fools should not blind anyone to the vast confederacy of fools that made him their prince. The Republic can survive a Barack Obama, who is, after all, ‘merely a fool’. It is less likely to survive a multitude of fools, such as those who made him their President.”