Tomorrow’s Leaders

One of the things that always intrigued me was the idea of tomorrow’s leaders. I remained on the optimistic side until the early 2000’s. Then the pessimism began to outweigh the positive thoughts. You can read any reasons into that you like.

At least I tried to be optimistic that our future would be in decent hands. I don’t know that I can say that too much anymore. It’s sad. That’s not to say our leaders have been all that great or wonderful. But my hope was tomorrow’s leaders would reach new goals and highs, much like science and technology advances. (realizing not all advances are good)

One can hope future leaders improve and learn from past errors. Even void of history.

Of course those lessons are harder when no one talks about or acknowledges those past errors. Or if they refuse to admit there were errors. Without that, it seems to me, we cannot learn to not repeat them. Another way to look at it is: if we learn that those errors were positive and we need to do more of it not less, then we seem doomed to failure. But that could make some people happy.

Nowadays I have to apologize for not generally being positive. There just seem to be so many negatives staring me in the face. That is being realistic about it. I still feel the hope for the country and all, far as that is possible. But the leadership, to me, is very much in question. I suppose there can be no guarantees. Maybe I would like to see more signs of positivity for the long run?

It seemed like a big dose of positive for the future just getting Trump into office. He more than accomplished my basic desires. I can’t list them but a huge one was to break the monopoly and shake up the system enough to change status quo. That was a help. With that, as I assumed, we got all the attacks we should have expected. But it got much worse than I expected. Okay, so that is only confirmation of how badly it needed it. I get that.

Then came the official, organized resistance and all the rest. Again, predictable. Though at some point you evaluate if we have made headway in the long run. It is hard to see it. Then what happens if and when we let up even for a second? You know. That is also why I am convinced in seeing it as evil. And it spreads.

I sure would like to feel more optimistic for the future in good hands. But I’m seeing that glass as half empty and that is not enough to repel the enemy within. Is it a matter of training? I don’t know. Maybe I am looking at it only from my small perspective.

In the end, I do have faith that God is in charge and He will see us through. But that does not prevent bad things from happening to us. We can cause problems. Technology improvements themselves can cause problems, too. It is not all good.

When it comes to leaders though, I sigh and ask ‘will these new ones have to learn things all over again?’ Does the whole sequence have to repeat itself? Can’t we build on what we know and not on what we don’t know? I ask those questions in confidence because I don’t always like the answers I get. What about cynicism, is that fashionable now?

That is just touching the surface and I could litter this with examples. But at this point, I don’t think they are necessary. One more question for the road. Maybe we never really took on the communist threat the way we should have – or seriously enough?

Right Ring | Bullright | © 2020

Back In The Day

This post should not need an introduction but maybe for people that have not seen anything non-political here. But there is more, or less, dependending on your view.

Yes, I write lots of other stuff. However, normally only political or humor makes it onto the blog. Here’s an exception, unless philosophy and metaphors are even more than I thought.

Back In The Day

I had a strange thought while looking out my window one day. More of a vision actually. When I walked by the window, the corner of my eye thought I saw a silhouette. There really was none.

But when I turned to look, I imagined what I thought I saw there in that place. A small child maybe; meandering along with a simple stem of a weed in his/her hand under the sunshine, smiling.

A gentle breeze was blowing the hair. A curious happiness was in the air. Youth exuded in a soft glow tainting everything surrounding that image in the background.

Oh, what I thought must it have been like, many years ago, when a child may have been playing in that exact area under the afternoon sun? Sure, there were children in that spot from time to time, I’ve known it for years. In the late 60’s or thereabouts was a house close to that spot. A family lived there. Other children were nearby.

Life was different then. It was a different age too. There were things ahead they could not know. Yet optimism abounded. There were even things in the past about which they were aware. A promising future lay ahead – both for adults and kids. A different time, indeed. A pickup truck brought daily mail down the dirt road.

But their present was only a snapshot in time, for them. One to embrace with every breath, taking in its beauty. Nothing could interfere and nothing seemed to threaten it. That was a sovereign moment between the past and the future.

Though times do change, memories are etched by the present. They stay with us devoid of tense. But context, they say, is everything. So it was with this scene playing out in my mind.

I wondered a moment or so what it was like back then? Was it really as I imagined? It could have been just that way. It was the same way for many others in that era. Concerns were closely held to the local area. They cared about the space in time they were given. Nothing, it seemed, would interfere with the task at hand. They were not going to allow that.

But in reality, I thought, what I envisioned was still a combination of the present with the past. If only the two could be joined that easily, as a simple vision? Well, it doesn’t seem to work that way.

The past is the past and the future will be the present one day, and today will be its past. So enjoy this present for all it is, a point in time. It is not quite as fragile as one thinks, but it is more flexible than one may like. For it is the combination, the meeting place, between the past and future. And there is no other like it.

Right Ring | Bullright

Explicit National Threat

Well, Hillary just issued a clear threat to the future of America and generation unborn. From California, where else?

“There is too much at stake not to speak out about the things that matter most,” Clinton said Monday night at the University of California-Davis.

“Some of those people online and elsewhere who were saying like ‘You know, we kind of wish she’d just wouldn’t say anything anymore’ and ‘we kinda just hope she disappears’ have not been following me for the last 40 years, I can tell you that much. I am not going anywhere other than right into the middle of the debate about the future.

http://www.washingtonexaminer.com/hillary-clinton-i-am-not-going-anywhere-other-than-right-into-the-middle-of-the-debate-about-the-future/article/2637000

Ah oh, that just sent shivers down spines of people and babies still in the womb.

Except that the debate about the future should in no way include any Clintons.

Haven’t they slimmed our past enough already? So old Clintons never slither away, as long as there’s still money to vacuum up on the way. That was a threat!

For someone who couldn’t be found for days on end in the campaign, and went many months without a press conference, she is suddenly everywhere in interviews, TV, appearances, talk shows, book stores, auditoriums, universities, fundraisers, Hollywood block parties. Now airdropping into future America. Fetuses should be petrified.

It’s nothing new. That is what she and her Planned Parenthood allies have been doing for decades: robbing America’s future and posterity. Grim Reapers.

Open letter to the future

Dear Future,

If you are reading this and we are still a Constitutional republic, then congratulations. I’m certain it was not easy and luck had nothing to do with it.

If you are reading this and it was downhill after this letter, then I send my deepest regrets. It was not for lack of warnings or trying to stop the carnage. Still, I regret our efforts were not enough. I know apologies at this point are worthless. So all I can add is may God bless you and protect you in your remaining days.

RightRing | Bullright