Faith Realized…..

By: J Robert Giles

I’ve tried as hard as I can to put into words the emotions and feelings I had on the night of November 6^th. It’s been exactly a month and to be honest, I still don’t really understand what happened. For the most part, I think the emotions I have are very similar to every other conservative American…..I’m relieved.

I know that sounds funny coming from someone who, for over a year, has written nothing but anti-Obama rhetoric. I understand that many of you who have read my articles faithfully are probably sitting there right now, adding my name to the list of people whose suffering you hope to witness.

Make no mistake; I am and always will be 100% anti-Obama. The man is a trainwreck of a President but he’s stolen enough of my energy. He’s stolen enough of my thoughts, my focus, my time, and my attention. To comprehend the emotions of relief that I am feeling, I have to explain the circumstances of my personal life in the days leading up to the election and the days since.

I was in Hawaii for the election. Anyone who has ever made that long flight to paradise can certainly relate to the fact that misery is hard to come by. As I watched the words “President Obama Wins Re-Election…..” scroll across the bottom of the FoxNews screen the anger that I had prepared myself to feel simply didn’t materialize. I simply turned off the TV and enjoyed the rest of my trip.

That’s a horribly simplified version of the details. My mood was enhanced by several other pieces of circumstance that may literally have prevented a psychological meltdown. As I’m sure was the case in many homes and minds across the country in the weeks and months leading up to the election, I prayed. I prayed almost daily. I prayed on the plane on the way to Hawaii. I prayed feverishly.

What was I really praying for? Was I really praying for the Dick Morris projected, landslide victory for Mitt Romney? Was I praying for a catastrophic defeat of liberalism? Well, okay….maybe a little but that certainly wasn’t the central message of my chats with the Big Man.

The thing about unanswered prayers is that they don’t truly exist. People assume that a loved one dying is God turning His back on them. People assume that a loss for their favorite sports team is God ignoring their prayers which as we all know, is only true when it comes to Chicago Cubs fans. People assume that Mitt Romney’s loss in the 2012 Presidential Election is a sign that God has abandoned America but that is simply not true.

God answers all prayers, but he does it in His time, not ours. If God intends for America to fail, she will fail no matter who’s living in the White House. That’s the thought that carried me through to the prayers I prayed on that long flight over the Pacific.

See…..my trip to Hawaii was with my lovely, beautiful, and terribly excited fiancé, Jackie. We were headed to the island of Oahu, where we would be married on November 1^st, at sunset. The prayers I prayed were that my mind would be focused on Jackie and not Barack Obama or Mitt Romney. Jackie had never been to Hawaii and she deserved the excitement and awe of the experience. She deserved not only the sunset beach wedding of her dreams, but also the “twinkle” in my eye she loves so much. Barack Obama has, on many occasions, turned that twinkle into fiery rage. God answered my prayers.

Prior to the trip, I had been working on two articles…..one to release in the event of a Romney win, and another to release in the event of our current reality. Shortly after landing in Honolulu, I retrieved my laptop from my backpack, only to discover that the mother-board had blown and replacement was simply not an option. I was without a computer from the very start. (Not the way I prayed it, but it was an answered prayer.)

It took about 36 hours for my mind to wrap itself around the fact that I was heading into the election without any way to share my opinions, thoughts, or reactions. At least not electronically. Instead, I was “forced” to share those moments with the one person God truly intended me to share them with. The time difference prevented conversation with anyone back home. The lack of computer meant I was limited to text messages, Tweets, and Facebook postings from my phone, which after a while gets kind of old. I shared the experience with Jackie, as God intended.

By the time our wedding rolled around on November 1^st, my focus was right where it should have been. The twinkle was in my eyes and to be honest…..if Mitt Romney and Barack Obama had skipped past us, holding hands on the beach that night, I wouldn’t have recognized them. God had answered my prayers.

When the election finally rolled around, I was disappointed, but I was not crushed the way I had anticipated. It was the same kind of defeat I feel when the Cowboys lose, or when the Cardinals blow a 3-1 Series lead in the NLCS…..it sucks but it couldn’t defeat the joy I was feeling in my personal life.

Barack Obama couldn’t take away the week I had experienced with Jackie all over the island. His Barackness can’t tax away the beauty of our sunset wedding. Liberalism, no matter how hard it screams, can never erase God’s presence from that sunset ceremony. (CLICK HERE for photographs)

I think many Americans are feeling similar emotions to the ones I experienced in Hawaii. Perhaps not as “tropical” but similar. Obama’s win did not end life as we know it. It certainly didn’t defeat us. Perhaps we put too much faith in Mitt Romney to do the job we needed to do ourselves, or perhaps we just got our butt’s kicked but one thing’s for sure…..America survived.

The sun came up on November 7^th and has done so each and every morning since. The campaign ads are gone. The fear and the baseless predictions of polls no longer clog our psyches. Christmas is upon us and to be honest, the election seems like a distant memory. There is work to be done, but in the spirit and meaning of this season, I beg of you….. do not lose your faith.

Don’t lose your faith in America. Don’t lose your faith in yourselves. Don’t lose your faith in our brilliant system of government. Don’t lose your faith in your family. Don’t lose your faith in your goals. America is greater than its President the same as the world is greater than any one of its countries. America is an idea, not just a place. Fuel the fires of patriotic ambition that spread so wildly amid hopes of a new president. Don’t surrender your ambition so easily. Work. Have faith in yourself where government is failing and work. Create. Start. Fight. Think. WIN!!

There is no better time of year than Christmas to refuel your faith. God will answer those prayers that are prayed from a position of sincerity. He really will. It may not be in the fashion you envision as the prayer flows from your mind, but it will be answered. America will survive if it’s what we sincerely pray for.

Christmas means gifts and I can think of no better gift than our suffering through another four years of His Barackness so that my children can inherit a better America than the one they’re being raised in.

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J Robert Giles

Let Go Of My Country….

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“Aim above morality. Be not simply good, be good for something.”   - Henry David Thoreau

 

In Monday’s article we looked at what is really necessary to correct the course on which our country is now travelling. The needs go far beyond the 2012 Presidential Election and politics in general. The Election is just the first game of the season, but there are a lot more to go.

In the fall of 1991, Coach William Randolph of Fishburne Military School stood in the stagnant air of the visitor’s locker room at Randolph Macon Military Academy in Central Virginia. His anxious team huddled around him, most seated. His face was visibly agitated as he stumbled for the words to launch them out into competition. The entire team was well aware of the fact that it had been a long, long time since Fishburne had tasted victory against that day’s opponent. His face reddened as he began to speak. “Today is their Homecoming Day. They invited us here to play them on their Homecoming Day. Do you gentlemen have any idea what that means?” The veins in his neck were now at a distractingly visible bulge. “They invited us here because they thought we would make a nice starter to the festivities of their weekend! They thought we would just lay down and let them march victoriously off to their Homecoming Dinner with a big smile on their face! Well guess what, men….dinner is about to get up off the table and gnaw on their throats! We are NO ONE’s scheduled victory! We are NO ONE’s commencement ceremony! They can have their party, but the mood will be somber. Their bodies will be bruised. Victory will be absent.” 

Randolph Macon was soundly defeated that day, and Fishburne went on to win the Conference Championship that season. Coach Randolph’s screaming, spitting words still ring out in my ears whenever I need motivation. It wasn’t just the words that inspired the team that day, it was the passion behind them. It was the level of emotion his words were able to inspire in us that ultimately delivered victory. (After the game, we were able to laugh about the fact that Coach Randolph was the only injury of that game. He punched a tree at half-time to motivate us. Laughter is often very motivating!) The point of the story is that we are a country in desperate need need of motivation. We need someone who believes in us and is willing to fight alongside us as we battle a formidable opponent. Now, it would be easy to assume that America is the team and the President is our coach in this little metaphor. That’s how we’ve been programmed. Switch it. No longer do we take our orders from our elected officials. We’re here to take back what a corrupt and incredulous government has taken from us. Like we said yesterday, jerk the wheel to the right before we Sheen ourselves over a cliff! Determine our own course of action and demand nothing less than absolute adherence by our elected officials.

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We the people who continue to work our tails off in order to survive in the nightmare of today’s reality have become the underdogs. We are the ones that the left dares to laugh at. They have deployed a brilliant game plan over the past decade or so, you have to give it to them. They duped us. They attacked our weaknesses and it is now time to fight back. It is time to fight for our morals. Whether you are religious or not, it is time to put theological differences aside and demand better from our world. Whitney Houston, Michael Jackson, and Amy Winehouse lived lives completely void of morality yet in their deaths we are ordered to believe

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they were saints. Soldiers, Marines, Sailors, and Airmen die following orders of protected men yet our very own Supreme Court can’t protect their funerals from disgusting protest. It’s time to fight for your family. Their attacks on family have not gone unnoticed. It’s time to fight for our children. Even if you don’t have kids, it’s time to step up and help those of us who do to tell the United States Government that they not know better than parents. Not on any subject. We will decide what’s best for our kids and for them to believe there is another option speaks volumes as to the level of arrogance found in our common enemy.  They have their anointed deity at the core of their arrogance. Most of Barack Hussein Obama’s support comes in the form of those blindly loyal to party or skin-color. We must be louder. We must broadcast his record nonstop, but our focus must be on the years after his presidency. Liberal virus has infected this country and it is time to vaccinate.

Because I pray, I’m a zealot. Because I pray to God, I’m intolerant. Because I oppose abortion, I hate women and their bodies. Because I don’t believe that a latte sipping, tent dwelling, participation trophy shining, moron deserves the same income as a CEO, I’m a fat-cat. Because I’m from Texas, I’m a redneck. Because I believe we all owe a huge debt of gratitude to anyone who has ever worn the uniform of the United States Military, I’m a right-wing nut. Because I believe marriage should be defined as a union capable of creating life, I’m a bigot. Because I think Barack Hussein Obama is an absolutely horrendous stain on the integrity of this great country, I'm a racist.  Enough! All they have is words. They have their voice, and we have allowed it to grow quite loud, but it is still just words. We allow their opinions of what is popular to influence our judgment. Remember just a few years ago when speaking ill of God or His Word was considered ratings suicide. It was akin to repeatedly using the “N-Word” on Prime Time TV. It wasn’t allowed. Can anyone tell me when it became okay to openly mock the teachings of the Bible? I’m not suggesting that every show recite scripture and every actress wear a turtleneck. So, help me….if Megyn Kelly shows up in a turtleneck tomorrow, I’m destroying my satellite dish! All I’m demanding is that we take the moral compass out of the box in the attic, dust it off, and take a gander at it. I’m not asking that all teachers be fired and every parent be given permission to educate their own children. I’m demanding that union interests be ignored entirely. I’m asking for the choice to have my tax dollars support a school my child attends by choice and aptitude rather than one the government chooses for me.

Get up! Demand the changes you want to see. Enlighten those who have veered too far to the left. The fight is tough but you are not alone. The temptations are almost irresistible but together we can strip them of their power. Demand better. Not just in your president, or your Congressman, or your actors, singers, authors, teachers, lawyers, bankers, athletes, and neighbors; but demand better from yourself. They have exposed our weaknesses, but they have in turn left themselves exposed. Attack and defeat. Now.

In a prayer before the Kansas House of Representatives in 1996, Pastor Joe Wright of Wichita, Kansas said:

“Heavenly Father…..we come before you today and pray your forgiveness and seek your direction and guidance. We know your Word says ‘woe to those who call evil good’ but that’s exactly what we’ve done. We have lost our spiritual equilibrium and inverted our values. We confess that we have ridiculed the absolute truth of your word and called it moral pluralism. We have worshipped other gods and called it multiculturalism. We have endorsed perversion and called it an alternative lifestyle. We have exploited the poor and called it the lottery. We have neglected the needy and called it self preservation. We have rewarded laziness and called it welfare. We have killed our unborn and called it choice. We have shot abortionists and called it justified. We have neglected to discipline our children and called it building esteem. We have abused power and called it political savvy. We have coveted our neighbor’s possessions and called it ambition. We have polluted the air with profanity and pornography and called it freedom of expression. We have ridiculed the time honored values of our forefathers and called it enlightenment.”

Go ahead…..bring on the “extremist” nonsense, lefties! We’re done playing by your rules, listening to your values, and we are most assuredly done welcoming your invasions. 

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J Robert Giles

 

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“Individuals play the game but teams beat the odds.”  - US Navy SEALS

 

It would take you less than a millisecond to identify an example of moral decay in the world around you. It’s sad, and it’s something about which we all complain, yet the problem persists. Things and topics once considered to be off-limits for public discussion are now acceptable without question. We consider ourselves to be adults yet we have all allowed ourselves to fall prey to the old “well, he did it first” policy for our lives. Attention is heaped upon those who dare to smite the Word of God. Those who openly and happily share their Faith are considered weak by those seeking a life free from the restrictions of purity. Bullying is condemned when charity dollars are in play, but praised via YouTube far more often. The horrendously disrespectful behavior of our children is treated as a medical condition for which pity and telethons are required. We have officially become the most arrogant herd of sheep in the history of the planet. 

Why is this so true? Why is it that we continue to allow decay where reinforcement is so readily available? The sad, simple answer is that we are a nation of cowards. Don’t bother sending me a bunch of stories about bravery and courage from generations past. I’m not saying there are not brave individuals within the borders of this country. I’m not saying that America is scared of other countries. What I am saying is that the wrong teams seem to be more and more attractive to us now than they were in other parts of our limited history. Each and every one of us are players on at least a dozen different teams. Our families can be our team, but they are often the hardest ones to lean on when leaning is needed. I would take an 8 second inhale inside Hillary Clinton’s sweaty gym socks if it spared my brother from that same terror. The same can be said, perhaps more eloquently, of any of the ‘teams’ to which you have pledged allegiance. The problem is that in order to reap the benefits offered by our teammates, admission of weakness is usually required. Pride keeps us from admitting weakness to those we look up to. We allow ourselves to believe we can “fix it” on our own before a member of the team must lend support. You can’t. History has proven time and time again that the greatest victories are those that you share. The same can be said of defeat if there is such a thing as a great one.

Comparably, that huge team we all play for……the one to which we have pledged allegiance with hand over heart……we’re losing that tournament badly. We’ve settled rather than confront so many of the issues promoting our demise. We’ve accepted immorality rather than question the fame of Kim Kardashian, Paris Hilton, and all the other panty-averse celebrities out in the land of Pelosi. Their team is ‘sexier.’ (Despite the fact that Pelosi’s image has been successfully tested as an immediate antidote to Viagra.) We accept the notion that questioning Obama’s leadership makes us racist. Their team is more ‘progressive.’ The once powerful guidance of religion and morality has been overrun by science, sin, and opinion. Their team is ‘louder.’ To live your life in a conservative, Christian manner is to follow the lunacy of Westboro Baptist Church, but to point out the fact that every single one of the cowards that downed the planes on 9/11 was of Middle Eastern descent means you are intolerant. We now live in a world where moderation is penalized and limits are constantly challenged and adjusted to accommodate lowered social standards. Negativity is the expectation, conflict is the tone. The elected leaders of this flagship team we call America have lost their way. But we allowed them to do so. We cast more votes for the “feel-good” story; the eloquent speaker; and the myriad empty promises because we got caught up in the temporary hype of another team.

The good news is that room can always be made for you on any team with which you choose to associate. Maybe you’ve been on a team that promotes an ideology with which you don’t necessarily agree. In it’s infancy, perhaps it appealed to you but through the years the team’s “progress” has taken it to destinations you didn’t intend to visit. Perhaps you voted for a man that charmed the world and dispatched his minions to enhance his appeal but now regret that decision. It’s not too late. Switch teams. Perhaps your contract was recently purchased by a demon you believed to have been defeated years ago. Luckily, we are not restricted by the same shackles of professional sports. Your contract is perpetually for sale and you are your only agent. The team with whom you choose to play says a lot about you as a person. Loyalty can be questioned when it’s bestowed upon categorically unworthy recipients. Collusion is the mistress of popularity and both have found a voice in mainstream media. As if the straightforward attacks weren’t bad enough, they are now bombarding our heads with subliminal weaponry. If you have built a core team around you, no one can truly defeat you. Your personal weaknesses may knock you down from time to time, but there is more than likely someone on your team to give strength where you have none. When I have taken the path with all the shiny appeal, someone on my team has been there to smack me in the forehead with a big hammer of lucidity. A loyal teammate will not dwell on your weaknesses but will instead defend you against the threats you don’t see for yourself. They do so with the belief that you will do the same for them if the situation ever calls for it. Those who now stand with heads hung low under the weight of their Obama-laden vote in the 2008 election must now be protected from the carnivorous monsters who will soon come calling for what they view as their rightful property. We cannot allow them to go.

Here’s another analogy. All year long, we’ve been told of Aaron Rodgers’ and the Green Bay Packers eventual return to the Super Bowl. It was as if the rest of the league was competing for second best. Rodgers. threw for an average of eighteen touchdowns and 750 yards per game according to several of the more loyal announcers on NFL Network. He completed passes to coaches, opposing cheerleaders, commentators, and in one instance completed a game winning pass to the Chipwich guy. So legendary is Rodgers that these stats actually enhanced his numbers for the season. Yesterday, Mr. Rodgers had what we like to call an “off-game.” I am not, in any way, trying to insinuate that Aaron Rodgers is a subpar quarterback. He’s an excellent quarterback. The problem yesterday is that his team put all the responsibility of victory on his arm. When his arm failed him, and the frozen fingers of his receivers dropped almost as many balls as they caught, the rest of the team was incapable of compensating. They had ridden the strength of one man to the playoffs and when that strength failed them, they were exposed. While this example may be terribly painful to the Packer nation, it serves as a poignant reminder that a team, no matter how great it’s superstars, is nothing without an equal effort from each and every member. Had the running game been able to step up and bail Rodgers out, we might be discussing the hated Giants today.

We often do the same things to ourselves. For whatever reason, we allow ourselves to believe that we are bigger than our team. We allow ourselves to believe that all responsibility of victory should be on our shoulders and when we let our teammates down, it’s often devastating to our confidence. The reality is that a true teammate is not disappointed when you think he is. A true teammate hurts for you without judgment. A true teammate will defend you even when the sting of your personal defeat hits them in ways you can’t imagine. A true teammate feels your moments of sadness, loss, defeat, and suffering as they would feel their own but they often conceal their tears to encourage your own well-being. Win or lose, you go down together and you go down swinging. That’s what being on a team is like. Are you part of a real team?

There are many people out there holding unsigned contracts in their hands. They are looking for a team. For some reason or another, none have made them an offer they could stick with and to this point in their lives, they have been wandering. These people need someone with whom they can identify and advance. While the love of a family is unconditional in it’s most accepted depiction, that love is not always the shield we hope it to be. Sometimes the shoulder we want to cry on is not the one being offered, and sometimes the advice we give sounds better passing the lips of another person. Right now, as a country, there are a lot of people who want to cry on the shoulder of the democratic party but that shoulder is not being offered to them. Instead, that shoulder is being used to carry the very source of so many tears. That shoulder is being used to support the very man with whom so many have become disillusioned. Do we shun them away from our mission because of past transgressions? Do we offer them safe haven while they fully absorb the mistake they made in 2008 or do we let them stay home with their vote in a good old fashioned pout-fest? In our families, there are those who have made mistakes. They have suffered what may seem like an insurmountable defeat, yet this is when they are truly loved the most. Scars make us human. If none of us ever made a mistake, this would be a very boring world and movies, sports, politics, and celebrity gossip shows would SUCK!

 

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J. Robert Giles

 

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“America and Islam are not exclusive and need not be in competition. Instead, they overlap, and share common principles of justice and progress, tolerance and the dignity of all human beings.”                

-  Barack HUSSEIN Obama

"BULL$#I+!!!!" – J. Robert Giles

Am I the only one getting sick and tired of being told that Islam is a “peaceful religion” and that our lack of tolerance stems from our own close mindedness?  How about this? Let’s go three weeks without any kind of fervently supported violence in that dusty, primitive part of the world and I’ll pay an ounce of credence to words like the ones spoken by our fearless Shari ’a leader above.

Events like the Occupy Wall Street movement, and the insane acts of terrorists everywhere on the planet are not that much different in many regards but to say that there is no difference between Islam and America is ludicrous. And while we’re on the topic of ludicrous things, I’d like to take a moment to go off on a very targeted tangent about those stupid “Coexist” bumper stickers that uninformed people like to put on their gerbil powered vehicles like a badge of their progressiveness. Just because you put a catchy bumper sticker on the back of your car does not make you tolerant. In fact, this particular sticker is a badge of stupidity, not enlightenment as your liberal brethren may have led you to believe. It goes a little something like this……

The “C” stands for Islam which wants to kill the “E” (Gay Rights), the “X” (Judaism), and the “T” (Obviously Christianity). If Islam got it’s way, “I” (Paganism) and “S” (Taoism) would voluntarily convert or rid the world of their own existence in the name of Allah. “O” (Pacifism) is only able to offer non-violent resistance to Islam and it’s loyal legions of suicide bombers, hijackers, and terrorists. In other words, “C” has absolutely no problem whatsoever with violence, so “O” would be wiped off the planet with relative ease. “E” (Gay Rights) has been suppressed by all religions so they are inherently intolerant of “C”, “X”, and “T”.   “X” (Judaism) lives under the constant fear of annihilation from not only “C” (Islam) but also “O” (Pacifism) because, as we have all been told by honest men like the one quoted at the top of this rant, Islam is a “peaceful religion” and therefore gets the nod of approval from Pacifists. Paganism (I) and Taoism (S) are statistically insignificant but they helped tie the sticker together. Christianity (T) is the back-handed target of the message yet they are the only group on the list to pose no threat to the others. Peel that stupid, twit-label off your car before someone reports you to the people in charge of your fantasy world. 

Envy is one of the Seven Deadly Sins and you don’t have to look all that hard for examples of it’s tightening grip on our world. America is not being attacked by Islam the religion. America is being attacked by envious men who happen to wear the robes and turbans of Islam. For centuries, the men (not the women; they have no legitimate thoughts or ideas) of Islam have believed that stoning women who “get out of line”, participating in “honor killings”, and general terrorism against all “non-believers” as supported by the Koran would eventually lead them to ‘victory’. Then, America emerges with their celebrities and their fake boobs and their opulence and the manipulations and fervor of a violent religion start to bubble to the surface as the flame of envy boils their blood. 9/11 was not ordered by Mohammed. That was an act of crazy men whose envy steered them astray. Islam is NOT a peaceful religion yet we allow ourselves to be weakened and primed for it’s eventual attack by believing nonsense that says otherwise. They’re winning and our own stupidity is giving them our plays.

Occupy Wall Street is another example of envy. For about a quarter of a century, we’ve been living in this coddled society where our kids are not encouraged to compete. Everyone’s a winner, and there are no losers. We’ll rewrite textbooks so as not to offend your delicate balance. We’ll force an entire school to adopt your way of thinking because you had the courage to live in a world that isn’t tolerant of your made-up affliction. Guess what, hippies……that’s not how the real world works! Life is a series of often difficult adaptations. There are no “participation trophies” in life so pull all that metal out of your face and get a job. The job is not going to come to you like your parents have led you to believe. The world does not owe you anything so stop waiting for it to arrive. Disparity is a fact of life. You don’t get an MVP trophy just for showing up. The guy who works hard, practices harder, and keeps his eyes and mind constantly focused on the mission ahead gets the MVP Trophy and guess what….he probably got “your” job too!

Just like the Islamic Jihadists who allow their envy to drive them to attack and kill, Occupy Wall Street protesters are driven by greed. They have catchy slogans and anti-capitalism sayings that somehow justify the millions of dollars in damage, and clean up expenses they are costing the cities in which they camp but make no mistake, these people are the very definition of what’s wrong in our country. Every team has that one player who doesn’t even deserve a spot on the roster. In football, we used to call those players “suit-rats.” They’re the guys who want all the glory that comes from wearing the jersey but they don’t want to do any of the work that the rest of us put into defending it’s colors. America’s “suit-rats” are building little tent-cities and demanding more money that they did nothing to earn. Despite the fact that America’s “suit-rats” have contributed nothing to the pot from which they hope to draw more income, they have the testicular fortitude to demand more from those who do. Once again, they made a mess and we are being told to clean it up. NO!!! YOU clean it up you misinformed little clown! I’m going to go work so I can pay off your flat-screen and online gaming addiction.

You go out, you work hard, you save your money, and you teach your family what’s right and what’s wrong. Period. There is no gray area that allows you to blame the rich guy for all your troubles. Your troubles came because you believe that everyone else owes you a break.Your troubles came because your parents told you that you are special and that you don’t need to work hard. You have been raised to believe that the most important thing in the world is your own personal gratification, happiness, and self-expression. Anyone that tells you otherwise is just intolerant. Then, when all your self-expression has led you to look like something out of a communal toilet, you demand a CEO level job. Despite what your parents told you, the CEO is usually a guy with drive, ambition, and a clear vision of the path ahead. You are none of those things and therefore deserve none of the perks that come from such intense labor. Your poop DOES stink, you are NOT special, and your parents did you a HUGE disservice. Accept it and stop whining, morons.

In short, the drum-circles have failed. The smell of patchouli oils and hemp are most often associated with failure and shiftless dependence. Obama is wrong, as is so often the case. The American people, a group from whom Obama has distanced himself with alarming pace, are NOTHING like Islam. There is NO overlap in our ways of thought. I’m sick of being told that there needs to be. They want us all dead. It’s as simple as that. The Koran flat out commands Muslims to “strike terror into the hearts of the enemies of Allah and your enemies” (8:60) Wake up, folks…..we’re the enemy and our opponent simply doesn’t care how many participation trophies you earned.

As always, thanks for playing!

J. Robert Giles

I’d like to take a moment to remember the brave men who were lost, scarred, or emotionally altered at Pearl Harbor on this day in 1941. The world has changed a lot in 70 years but envy and greed still surface just like they did in the minds of the Japanese back then. Unfortunately, Amnesty International, the U.N., Bono, the ASPCA, Obama-Lama-Ding-Dong, and the 1.2 million attorneys in the US today make a reciprocal response to such actions impossible. Our enemies are allowed to kill us today because we are too intolerant to understand their plight. Kids, you noticing all this plight?

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“Our will was only emboldened by Mayor Bloomberg's heavy-handed attempt to eradicate Occupy Wall Street; our brutal eviction from our homes at Liberty Square has strengthened both our resolve and our legitimacy.”   - Actual Quote from OWS Official Website

 

Dammit! I was having such a good morning until the Occupy nutjobs had to go and ruin it for me! Woke up without the cold / fever that’s been hanging on for the past several days; had a great morning with my beautiful bride, Jackie; the sun’s shining and despite the fact that he’s a Gator, I find myself inexplicably fascinated with the success of Tim Tebow. I’ve said many times that God doesn’t care about sports. He doesn’t. That’s a fact. But I have to believe that He’d give more than a passing glance to someone like Tebow who so openly discusses his Faith when shying away from the topic is most certainly the easier option. I’m not a big Bronco’s fan and I absolutely loathe John Elway (personal reasons – he’s worthy of my ire, I assure you), but I have to give a big smile and a manly nod to Tim Tebow.

After I filled my head with useless commentary from a former-Cowboy-riddled panel of experts (both openly Christian as well, just far more confusing attire), I flipped over to the news. I watch the coverage of ‘the movement’ in much the same manner as we all watch coverage of anything that takes place in a trailer park. I personally lend no legitimacy whatsoever to these jobless, clueless, deodorant-less idiots but some of their quotes are just comical. The passion they show for something about which they know nothing is amusing. I’m not even sure which channel I was watching this morning, but the commentator made some comment about the OWS Website. A website might lead to good material for an article, but instead it just got my blood boiling.

When I stumbled upon the quote above, I nearly ruined a perfectly good chair. Let’s break it down, word by enraging word. Okay, first…..your “will was only emboldened”. Use of the word ‘will’ suggests that there is some kind of organized mission. That’s not true. You’re all uninformed morons who aim to disrupt capitalism. You can’t. Go home. You claim victory in the size of your crowds, but I’m not impressed. Finding a thousand people who want to attach themselves to a group whose flame is being fanned by media   exposure is not legitimacy, idiot. Second, “heavy handed attempt to eradicate Occupy Wall Street”. The First Amendment of the United States Constitution states that you “have the right to peacefully assemble.” I know it’s a moot point since nine out ten people who cite the First Amendment as their claim to legitimacy couldn’t tell you what the second or third amendment are. Heck, most of them couldn’t even tell you what the first amendment is about, they just heard someone else say it. Anyway, you do have the right to peacefully assemble but you do not have the right to poop in the streets. You do not have the right to turn a park on the border of what should be considered Holy land into a tent-city, slum-village. You do not have the right to keep anyone from going to work and you most assuredly do not have the right to interfere with the construction efforts going on across the street from your ‘headquarters’. That land belongs to patriots and fallen heroes who worked in buildings dominated by capitalist organizations. (Those buildings were destroyed by another ‘movement’) Your free speech ends when mine is restricted, got it? Third; your “brutal eviction” from your “homes in Liberty Square?” Seriously? Your ‘homes’? What the heck, bro? Dude, like, you can’t lay claim to public property and stuff, man. It’s like, not yours to claim. Go take a shower and an absurdly painful round of immunization shots. Congratulations, you’ve brought back Scurvy.

The last part of the quote, the part about “strengthening the resolve and legitimacy”. Well, that’s just nonsense. You have no legitimacy. You may have resolve, but it’s misguided and will soon fade just like everything in your world seems to do. Logic and true legitimacy will soon wash away the stains of your movement. (Kind of like your mom washing your undies for you, huh dude?) The holes in your theories will begin to expand as your demands are shot down methodically and logically. Your movement is nothing but a chance for a bunch of entitled, lazy, morons to get together and try to lay claim to something they didn’t earn. You have no leadership. You have no direction. All you have is blame. Sooner or later, blame fades to need. Those numbers you point to as signs of victory will continue to dwindle as quickly as media interest. Public interest is already gone.

Your movement is based on insanity. Your chants about “99%” are axiomatically false. That 1% you seem to hate so much has every right to use their wealth to influence government. They’re the ones paying into the system. Without the 1% you hold in such disregard, there would be no police to keep you safe in your “homes”. There would be no sanitation departments to clean up after you. There would be no parks for you to claim as your own. There would be no refunds for you to receive. Our corporations pay more in taxes than the corporations of any other country in the world. But that’s not what you’re complaining about, is it? You believe corporations should stay out of government, correct? So vote for someone who doesn’t take contributions from them! I promise you that candidate is NOT the one currently claiming to ‘have your back”. That man is as clueless as you are!

I’m willing to bet my left pinky that a minimum of 50% of the people in any “Occupy” location around the country either received refunds from the government last year, or didn’t file a return. I’m sure the number is actually much, much higher than that but if you want to wage your own finger to prove it, be my guest! You rant about billionaires but receive funding from George Soros. You vehemently oppose corporate greed from the platform of your pithy Tweets sent from your iPad while sitting in Starbuck’s personifying Massengill. Nothing you stand for makes any sense, so go back to your mom’s basement and assess your priorities. Perhaps use the time to remove the bolts from your face, wash the disgusting mess on top of your head, shave, and fill out a few job-applications. Don’t be afraid to contribute a little hard work to one of those evil corporations if they offer you the chance.

 

As always, thanks for playing! Have a great weekend!

J Robert Giles

 

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Galatians 1:10 - For am I now seeking the approval of man, or of God? Or am I trying to please man? If I were still trying to please man, I would not be a servant of Christ.

 

I realize that it may seem a bit sac religious to start off an article with a Bible verse and then launch immediately into a rant about sports, but please bare with me as I bring it around to what I can only hope will be an appropriate conclusion. I want to take a moment here, in the beginning of this article, to congratulate the World Champion Saint Louis Cardinals. What an unbelievable ending to an improbable season. Thank you!

 

In September, I posted on my personal Facebook page that I was saying goodbye to the Cardinals. I’ll admit it. I posted something along the lines of “Hey Cardinals, I’m gonna go watch football for a few months. Try not to suck next year.” For those of you familiar with the story, you know the Cardinals were basically eliminated from the playoffs as late in the season as September. I gave up, they didn’t. Instead of giving up, they played with a carefree zeal that I’ve never before witnessed in sports. Each player, manager, and front office employee approached each miraculous game with the same attitude as the fans. We all had that “playing with house money” mentality. It was a completely different sense than was present in the 2006 World Series, and definitely different than the 2004 World Series. There was no panic. If we lost, we lost, but we lost to a city and to a team that no one hates. We lost a series that we [The City of Saint Louis] hadn’t prepared for. Every win was a surprise and a bonus. The Championship was simply the impossible ending to a real-life fairy tale.

I was given the opportunity to watch the unforgettable Game Six in the friendly confines of my parent’s home in Fort Worth, Texas. I was there for a meeting in Dallas that morning and spent the night watching the game with my brother and my father who happen to be Born Again Rangers Fans. While they may not have been as happy with the eventual outcome of that indescribable game, the fact that we were able to witness it together will not soon be forgotten. First of all, we don’t have that many opposing teams for whom we cheer. Except for baseball, our views on sports are pretty much aligned. Second, we realize how slim the chances of the Rangers and Cardinals ever playing each other again in a championship setting truly are. Third, even if they do manage to get back there someday, what are the odds that I will be in Fort Worth on the night the two teams battle it out in an eleven inning game that could not have been more thrilling if Michael Bay directed the story? The emotions that ran through that living room as I sat there outnumbered by the two men I feel closer to than anyone else in the world will never be duplicated. Moments of sheer agony followed immediately by sheer joy in the only emotionally inverse relationship I’ve ever experienced with Dad and Ryan. I understand their inability to see it that way just yet. Their team was ONE STRIKE away from the first championship in team history on TWO occasions only to have it ripped from them both times. As a fan, you don’t get over something like that very easily.

How am I going to tie this into the Bible verse I opened with?  Good question…..

I have often stated that it is inappropriate to pray for victory from your favorite sports team, but all those faces in the crowd at Busch Stadium last Thursday night were talking to someone when they clasped their hands in front of their faces and whispered “please please please please.” The perspective I took from that scene was forged as I flew out of a city that is prospering the next morning. The Dallas / Fort Worth area may not be prospering in the fashion to which it has grown accustomed, but there are construction cranes lining the skylines of both cities and all the ones connecting them whereas the wooden boards are still in the windows at Lambert Saint Louis International Airport from a tornado that struck on Easter weekend. On the way to the meeting on Thursday morning, I counted thirteen E-Class or higher Mercedes Benz vehicles. That’s not mentioning the BMW’s, multiple Bentley’s, Range Rover’s and countless high end Lexus’……Lexi…..plural of Lexus. Dallas and the surrounding areas are experiencing a better economic climate than many cities whose economic downturn started where Dallas sits now. The prayers for a Cardinals Championship were not all coming from inside Busch Stadium on Friday night. Many of them were not even prayed by Cardinals fans (although there aren’t many non-fans in this city). Today, as the confetti is swept off the Victory Parade route along Market Street where I happily stood with my family yesterday, the stories of what this championship truly means to the city are beginning to emerge. In particular, the story of the hundreds of city employees whose jobs were literally saved by the revenue generated during the four games held here in Saint Louis. Last year, Saint Louis Mayor Francis Slay began furloughs among all city employees, including himself. Employees have noticed a steady reduction in pay, implementation of mandatory days off, and constant restructuring during the budget crisis. It was announced today that furloughs have been lifted. THOSE are answered prayers.

Most of the time, it’s simply the superior skill and execution of the athletes on one team versus another. This year, that was not the case. The teams were very well matched, and they provided fans with seven unforgettable games. I’m willing to bet that these teams could play each other 99 times and the series would be decided 50-49. Those are the acts of men. Those are the things that make our time here on earth more enjoyable but the wins and losses are simply not what God cares about. The prayers God cares about are the ones that desperate men pray when giving up would be much easier. The prayers God answers are the ones that propel His Plan and His word, not bragging rights. The prayer He answered for me personally in this series was not in the form of the Victory Parade yesterday. It wasn't answered in the historic swing of Freese’s bat or the tearful tone of Joe Buck’s voice saying “we’ll see you tomorrow night” in a direct homage to his legendary father. The prayer answered in my life can only be explained with Divine Intervention. On Wednesday night, Game Six was supposed to be played. It was supposed to be played, and by all accounts the Rangers were supposed to win their first championship. The game was rained out and I got to watch the makeup game with my brother and dad on Thursday night. The Rangers were one strike away; just one pitch; on two occasions but ‘my’ Cards just wouldn’t go away. It was the most exciting game in World Series history and made it possible for me to watch Game Seven with my son in my lap, my beautiful bride beside me, and within earshot of the fireworks and celebrations filling the streets of a deserving city.

Again, God doesn’t care who wins or loses a game invented by men. He doesn’t care who has the best stadium, the biggest contract, or the most wins. God cares that individual lives are lived according to His Word. God had nothing to do with the outcome of the game itself, but He had everything to do with the emotions and the memories many of us are feeling. Even those in Texas who may not be feeling the jubilation that is gripping St Louis have to realize that they were part of something historic and special. Historic and special here on earth. When we put too much emphasis on a championship (and the inherent bragging rights), or money, or material possessions, or appearance; we lose track of what is truly important. God has a plan for all of us; Cardinals fans, Rangers fans and even Yankees fans. (I have my own hopes as to the Plan for the latter.) All of us, regardless of Faith are part of a Plan. It doesn’t matter if you understand it, as long as you believe it. When you start to care more about your own plans, agendas and missions than those of God; you suffer. You suffer alone and fall prey to the trappings of man. Just ask the Cowboys how much success has come their way since building “the biggest house.”

To say that the Cardinals won the World Series because God favored them is absurd. God doesn’t care about such things. But the Cardinals victory does illustrate the verse quite well. They were 3 games out of the wild card spot with 5 games to go…….they had to get through the two best records in baseball just to earn a spot in the World Series…..Rangers had all the momentum, etc. The Phillies thought they earned the championship trophy back in May by signing their names to a few contracts. They listened to the opinions and it cost them a season. The Brewers employ one Nyjer Morgan and are therefore prohibited from discussion in this article. The Rangers are a young team that I believe will win several titles in the next couple of years, but this season went to the team that was able to abandon their own plans and follow one that had been written for them. No one expected them to be there and they played like they were savoring each moment.

Serve God; not a team or a paycheck. Lead your children to trust in an untold Plan and their lives will not hinge upon one team’s victory. Lead your team in the ‘right’ direction, not the easy one. The Rangers and Cardinals earned their spot in the Championship Series without having to buy it. You can’t “buy” your way into Heaven either. You have to accept Christ and the Plan God has set for your life. There is no other path.

Thanks for playing!

J Robert Giles – Card Carrying Member of Cardinal Nation

 

PS: I realize it’s easy to write this from the stage of a victory, but many of you will find it interesting to know that this article was actually started in the guest room of my parents house when the Rangers were leading the Cardinals 7-4 in the eighth inning of Game Six. I had originally intended to write this as a congratulations to the Rangers and to the many fans with whom I have exchanged entertaining trash talking throughout this series. Thank you for your gracious, “Texas-sized” competition. Sincerely.

 

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