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May 27, 2006

THE PLUNDERERS

by Michael Coughlin

Mike writes about a very delicate subject, at least in the minds of some people but such thoughts need to be considered by people who think the government owes them everything. Philosophies are as diversified as there are classes or kinds of people. The so-called working class of people think differently than those who own or run the corporations that provide jobs for the workers. Some may call such a thought a "No Brainer" but then some may not see the differences at all. Mike and I are close compatriots regarding the generation we represent. The generation in which we were raised obviously regarded the role of government much different than many today. The politicians elected to office, it could be said, are trying to give their constituents what they want rather than what they need. Wants and needs are not the same. Mike is a full-time commercial printer in his one-man shop in Cornucopia, Wisconsin. Visit his website and you may get a better understanding of the way Mike regards life. THE WORDWRIGHT - http://www.superiorletterpress.com/ourshop.html

The other day there was a news broadcast in which a couple women wondered aloud why politicians were doing nothing to help solve the "crisis" in medical care facing people in the United States, particularly older Americans. One was practically crying when she talked about the choice her grandmother had to make between paying to heat her home or buying her prescription drugs. Washington needed to help her grandmother. It wasn't right that Americans had to make such choices and it was long past the time government should have done something to help, she argued.

I'm sure the two women walked away from the microphone feeling proud of their efforts to help solve the medical care problem. They had demonstrated their concern. They were involved. They were advocates for the less fortunate in our country. They could feel proud of themselves because they care and are compassionate. And I'm convinced that many others looked at them and thought about how noble the two women were, especially the one who was so troubled by the plight of her grandmother.

But as I listened, I came away with quite another picture of the two. I didn't see compassion. I saw arrogance. I saw two women who said that they have the right to force other people to work for them.

These women, and so many others like them, hide behind government to steal from others. They act as though their good intentions excuse their thievery. They are part of a group of people I refer to as "plunderers." Their noble causes serve to mask the ugly nature of their actions. But noble motives cannot justify their behavior. Noble motives don't change the nature of plunder.

Every man and woman has sole claim to his or her life and every person has sole claim to his or her labor and the fruits of their labor. If people choose to give their lives and labor to help others, that is a choice they make and a choice they have every right to make. No one, however, has a right to take anything from another. No one has a claim on the life or property of anyone else. To believer otherwise is to sanction theft and slavery, that is, plunder.

Slavery isn't a race issue. It isn't a class issue. It is the forcible taking of the lives and property of others. It doesn't matter who does the taking or what excuse he offers.

These women wanted the government to bare its teeth on their behalf. They wanted the tax collector with his billy club to extort money from others to hand over to the grandmother. By hiding behind the mask of government, they can appear civilized and generous while their hired politicians are taking money (taxes) from their neighbors. If they went directly to their neighbors and demanded money for the grandmother's prescriptions, everyone would recognize that a theft had occurred. But when they hide behind the mantle of politicians and tax collectors, they can pretend to be compassionate.

I wish I had been able to ask them some questions. For example:

"You look like healthy strong young women. How much money are you earning to make sure your grandmother(s) have the care and medicine they need? Why don't you and your family look after your own grandmother? Why do you want to make someone else do it for you?
Why should someone else have to pay for your grandmother's prescriptions? What right do you have to take money away from others so your grandmother won't have to use her savings (your inheritance?) to pay for her medicine?
Do you or your grandmother have the right to make someone else work to support you? If you do, how and when was it that the other person became your slave?
What makes you think that calling on Washington to do something won't make the problem worse? Washington has waged a multi-trillion dollar war on poverty since the 1960's and we are no closer to eliminating poverty now than we were then. Billions have been sunk into government housing programs and many of the worse crime-infested neighborhoods in our cities are in those government-sponsored housing projects. Why do you think that getting government increasingly involved in the medical industry won't drive the cost of medical care totally out of sight and eventually lead to government-mandated and directed rationing? Then where will your grandmother and the rest of us be? At the mercy of some bureaucrat!
Some medical costs are high. But could it be that those costs, in part, already reflect Washington's deep involvement in the medical care industry? What part of those costs are due to the out-of-control court costs in government-run courts? Won't getting the government even more involved raise medical costs more dramatically, just as the cost of higher education went through the roof after Washington started footing education expenses?
You pretend to be compassionate, caring people. But your selfish, greedy natures, your disdain for your neighbor and desire for his money are all to evident to be a careful observer. If you really do love your grandmother, then set aside part of your life and your money to take care of her. Don't demand that others shoulder your family responsibilities. She is your grandmother!"
These women are not untypical of a certain segment of America. They think they have a claim to other people's lives and labor. They imagine some "need" and then demand government force people to pay for it. The size of the eyes and the perception of what they can get away with are all that set limits on their demands. A century ago nobody would have pretended that medical care was a "right" enforceable against the earnings of other people. No one would have suggested his neighbor should be forced to buy medicine for him. But America has grown fat and rich during the intervening century, and the greedy have crawled out of the woodwork to demand they get a portion of other people's pie. They don't wear the pirate's patch and wield his sword, but they are about the same business he was -- living off the life and labor of others. They mask their behavior behind some high-sounding rhetoric. They pretend to be compassionate, but the truth is they show no compassion for those who are forced to pay for their pet projects. It is clear that our country's great wealth is devouring any moral sense we may have had. We have taken up the religion of ease and convenience and have cast aside personal responsibility.
Recently while I was thinking about this, I remembered a couple quotes from distinguished Americans, quotes that I think fit most appropriately with this subject. Both come from men intimately involved with the struggle to eliminate black slavery in this country, Abraham Lincoln and Frederick Douglass--who himself spent his youth as a slave. They understood slavery. Their words capture its ugly nature.
To you two women, I dedicate these words of Lincoln and Douglass:

The Eternal Struggle
"It is the eternal struggle between two principles, right and wrong, throughout the world. It's the same spirit that says you toil and work and earn bread and I'll eat it. No matter in what shape it comes, whether from the mouth of a king who seeks to bestride the people of his own nation and live by the fruit of their labor, or from one race of men as an apology for enslaving another race, it is the same tyrannical principle."
Abraham Lincoln

"...rightfully my own" "I was now getting, as I have said, one dollar and fifty cents per day. I contracted for it; I earned it; it was paid to me; it was rightfully my own; yet upon each returning Saturday night, I was compelled to deliver every cent of that money to Master Hugh. And why? Not because he earned it,--not because he had any hand in earning it,--not because I owed it to him,--not because he possessed the slightest shadow of a right to it; but solely because he had the power to compel me to give it up. The right of the grim-visaged pirate upon the high sea is exactly the same." Frederick Douglass
From the heart of Mike Coughlin…

" . . . I hope it [the essay] causes some people to think about what really happens when politicians dig into our pocketbooks. It isn't just our money they are running off with. It is a piece of our life, a part of our dreams, something we won't be able to pass along to our children or give to someone we feel could use it. No, the politician in his (her) wisdom has seen fit to take it for his pet project. And we who have created it--given up part of our days and nights to earn it--see it grabbed away from us. It's no different than when the burglar broke into our house and walked off with a pile of our things. Well, in truth there is a difference. The burglar at least doesn't pretend he has a claim on our possessions. He doesn't go about making a public spectacle of his generosity and big heart like the politician does."

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May 21, 2006

IN DEBT TO THE INDIANS

"Where did all these names come from?" Well, when you consider the names of our states, half of all the names of our nation's states are Indian in origin. Here are some examples:

ALABAMA
Creek Indian word meaning "Here we rest."

ARIZONA
Indian word meaning "Place of small springs."

ARKANSAS
Quapaw Indian Tribe

CONNECTICUT
Indian word meaning beside or on the long river.

DAKOTA
Indian name for "allies."

IDAHO
Shoshone Indian word E-Dah-Ho, meaning
"Behold! the sun coming down the mountain."

ILLINOIS
Indian word Illini meaning "A Great Man."

IOWA
Indian name meaning "Sleepy waters."

KANSAS
Kaw Indian tribe meaning "Wind People."

KENTUCKY
Indian name Kentake meaning "Prairie."

MASSACHUSETTS
Indian word meaning "Great Hills."

MICHIGAN
Indian name for "Great Lake"

MINNESOTA
Indian name meaning "Cloud-tinted waters."

MISSISSIPPI
Indian word meaning "Great River."

MISSOURI
Missouri tribe meaning "Town of the large canoes."

NEBRASKA
Otoe Indian name meaning "Fat water."

OHIO
Indian name for "Beautiful river."
(A songwriter followed suit by writing the song: "Beautiful Ohio")
For more details about our State Song, visit this link:

http://www.netstate.com/states/symb/song/oh_beautiful_oh.htm

OKLAHOMA
Choctaw Indian word meaning "Red people."

TEXAS
Indian word Tejas meaning "Friends or Allies."

WISCONSIN
Indian name meaning "Meeting of the rivers."

(Source: Vol. 156 Farmers Almanac, 1973)

THE WORDWRIGHT


May 14, 2006

Dear Mother and Dad

(Mother’s Day seems a good time to put this up for our readers
to see what the wife of The Wordwright has to say…)

Did you ever say, "Boy I wish I could tell Mother about…?" Or, "I wish Dad was here to see what the grandchildren look like…or what we’ve done with their place in the country?" Well, what’s to stop you? Wouldn’t the innate therapy be worth the time and effort to just write those thoughts down and tell your parents? What harm would there be? It is not that you are expecting them to walk in the room and start talking but who’s to say that "great cloud of witnesses" in the book of Hebrews isn’t the great crowd of parents, grandparents and other family members watching from the sidelines of life – seeing what you only wish you could tell them? Well, my wife, Jean Steel Venrick, did just that one day… (Jean’s parents both passed away in 1991 and their summer country place, The Steel Away, is now our country place.)

(Monday, November 15, 2004)

Dear Mother and Dad,

This may seem silly, me at 72 years of age, writing you a letter when you’ve been physically dead for 13 years. We have kept you in our memory and think and talk about you often.

I’m sitting in your mobile home, electric heater keeping me warm. You would have used the wood stove which would have produced much more heat than this heater, a warm heat; but insurance limits the type heat we can use. Sun is coming in the west windows making it cheery while I have the table lamp on you left us when you went away. There are many reminders still here – even a few clothes still in the closets!

The drapes and kitchen curtain over the sink are the same ones you put up, Mother. The old gray chair that came with the trailer is still here. Yes, the heating stove is here too but is pushed against the wall and stove pipe unhooked from the outside chimney. We’ll keep it. Birds have taken over the chimney outside.

The cook stove and refrigerator are still working. We use them, and this year will probably have the fridge on all winter. The water is shut off for this cold weather but we manage with water brought from in town.

We have added a few things for convenience: an electric drip coffee maker compliments of our son-in-law, Chip. Also, our daughter Beth gave us their first microwave which we gave them in the early 90’s. Sure is handy for quick meals such as TV dinners. We had spaghetti and meatballs for lunch with six meatballs in the dinner. Had cooked apples to go with it.

Bill mowed through the leaves in the yard today. You wouldn’t believe how large the trees are now and how many leaves they put down. Nearly impossible to find a garden spot like we had before. Oh, I suppose we could crowd one in a couple places if you wanted to use some of the front yard.

Dad, Bill is so proud of the workshop he built this summer with help from two fellows – one was chief carpenter and later the other one wired the shop free of charge! He did a great job, very precise. Bill got involved painting the outside (& inside) as well as re-painting the tin roof. He is now building a work top with drawers for storage below. I know you would be proud of his accomplishments the past few years – a lot because you were his inspiration. He’s so proud of the tools he acquired from your shop.

He says he makes small things like foot stools, toys, etceteras, but I remind him he’s making bigger things all the time such as a tall pantry cupboard for Charlene, our daughter-in-law, and a great outdoor swing for me — something I’ve always wanted but had no porch to put it on. He even made a canopy over it; looks great! And he tackled building a shop out of your shelter house. We do not picnic out here like you did so the shelter house sat with stuff stored under it – especially a pile of dogwood from our trees that died. The dogwood got a disease and nearly all died around the house, still have a couple left to enjoy.

You wouldn’t recognize the area as the same place you once had – we have a new house beside us built seven or eight years ago. Across the road and south there are ten or eleven new houses and north there are houses, although older than the south ones that would be new to you. And this year our road has been paved to a "T". Couldn’t want better. Mother, no more asparagus, berries, bittersweet or goldenrod on the bank of the road for us to pick – now there are yards clear out to the road. Sure doesn’t look like Perry County houses in some other areas. Would increase our property value should we decide to sell. No, we do not plan that anytime soon, in fact I hope we can hang onto it as long as you did.

Had a huge hornet nest in our side front yard this year. We fought it with Sevin power and spray. Even Dave, our neighbor, you remember, joined in on the spraying. Just last Saturday we took it to Ilyssa, who is now fifteen and a sophomore; she is going to take it to school for extra credit. Never saw one so large and low to the ground. Bill could easily touch it from the ground. I could just barely reach it.

Roscoe, the old dog which was next door evidently died this summer; earlier in the spring he came around to say "hi" to us. He was so gentle and loving. Dave eventually just left him run loose. Where all he went one can only imagine but when we were out here he would stop to see us. Gabrielle, the female you may not have seen, died of old age. She had a puppy in her old arthritic years. I felt sorry for her having to feed and care for it when she could hardly get around. Dave got it to his grandson.

Now all that’s left is rambunctious Buckwheat! He is a huge black Lab although starting to gray around his mouth, but still ready to chase a stick; takes a bath in the neighbor’s tiny fish pond they made at their back door. Loves to have you pet him but he’s usually so wet you don’t want to touch anything but his head. I say, "Buckwheat, you’re all wet," and every time he shakes and drenches you if you don’t move fast. He’s a nice dog though.

This summer Dad, Bill painted your outhouse but changed the color from white to chocolate brown with a white door. Several years ago he had to put on a new roof, did it all by himself.

The garage door got spruced up this summer too. Colors – what was already on it. We did take down the "Steel Away" sign as it was aging and it was loaded with bumble bees!

Bill has some of your "ham sausage" [free lumber] wood stored in the garage, some in his shop and even on the front porch picnic table and the back bedroom! Dad, he’s just like you – whenever he sees free wood for the hauling home, he has to get it. I can hear you laughing.

Mother, you would be glad to know we don’t seem to have mice in the trailer this year. If they are there, they have not left any trails in the kitchen. I do try to keep things clean so there is nothing for them to eat.

This summer we have made better use of the place than ever before. I wish Bill had closed in the shelter house ten years ago. At our age now we don’t know how soon before we’ll be joining you.

Our neighbors beside us are young folks, with a girl, 11, and a boy, 7. Very nice people. Then across the road we have another young couple, with a boy school age and a little girl about two or three years old. They both work in Lancaster.

Hope this brings you up to date on your country place we still like to go to.

Love to you both,

Your daughter, Jean

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May 9, 2006

A TRUE OHIO INDIAN STORY

My wife is a genealogist in her own right and several years ago, while working on family genealogy, we ran onto this very interesting story about American Indians and the white man. Full credit is hereby given to Historical Collections of Ohio, by Henry Howe, LL.D., Franklin County Indians Story – The Wordwright

An interesting anecdote, illustrating the peculiar characteristics of the Indians as our first settlers of Columbus found them, is related of Keziah, the youngest daughter of John and Mary Hamlin.

In 1804 Mr. Hamlin built the first cabin east of the Scioto River, on the spot where Hosters Brewery now stands, and here, Oct 16, 1804, his daughter Keziah, the first white child in Columbus, was born. At this time a tribe of Wyandot Indians were located near a bend in the river just below the present Harrisburgh bridge. They were very friendly to the Hamlins, and were specially fond of Mrs. Hamlin's freshly baked bread. On bread baking days they would come to the cabin, and lifting aside the curtain which served for a door, enter, and help themselves to the content of the larder without asking permission or saying a word to the occupants. Upon leaving they would throw a hunk of venison or whatever game they had upon the floor as compensation, and then silently take their departure.

One day when Mrs. Hamlin was attending to her household duties with nobody present save her infant daughter, who was calmly sleeping in her crib, several of the Indians entered the cabin, and without saying a word deliberately took up the sleeping infant and carried her away with them to their village, leaving Mrs. Hamlin trembling with fear and anxiety for the safety of her child. As the hours passed by, and the child was not returned, she suffered the greatest mental anguish and suspense, until, toward the close of day, her sufferings were relieved by the reappearance of the Indians bringing with them the child, which wore a beautiful pair of beaded moccasins upon her little feet, and which the Indians had been working industriously upon all day, and had felt the necessity of having the child with them so as to insure a perfect fit. This token of the appreciation of a savage race for the kindness and hospitality shown them by early pioneers was preserved until a few years ago, when the scion of a younger generation of the same house unfortunately destroyed them when too young to appreciate their value.

Miss Keziah Hamlin, the heroine of this pleasing anecdote, married Dec. 19, 1822, David Brooks, of Princeton, Mass., and died Feb. 4, 1875, leaving a family of three sons and two daughters, one of whom, Mr. David W. Brooks, of the banking firm of Brooks, Butler & Co., kindly furnished us with the facts given herein.

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May 2, 2006

Astronaut Eileen Collins comes back to earth.

In addition to charting a "groundbreaking career as the first woman to pilot and command a space shuttle," Astronaut Eileen Collins has also experienced the normal struggles of life on the earth. Who among us hasn’t found ourselves "…struggling to find a footing (for our faith)" or "…needing a place to hang something on…" or thought about being "…rooted in rich soil…"? Perhaps none of these exact thoughts passed through Astronaut Eileen Collins’ mind. But it is extremely reassuring to this writer that regardless of the fame and unique experiences Collins has had, after reflection within the privacy of her mind, she has opted to spend a good summer with her family.

Astronaut Collins said, "I don’t think of myself as being a woman and having anything to prove." Yet by her very presence in the space agency this 49-year- old mother has doubtless provided a lesson for untold thousands or more young ladies that priorities can change. She has already lived 8 years longer than my mother who was taken from my life as a 15-year-old high school sophomore. Eileen Collins is looking forward to "sort of make up" for the time she has been gone from her family.

If you are one of the working moms, and fortunate to have a husband in a career that provides adequate income, perhaps you also can re-examine your priorities and make a change that will coincide with the deeper values of the family. Certainly every individual, whether a mother or father, has to personally make such decisions. Exactly what Eileen Collins will ultimately do – right now she wants to devote several months to her family. As a mother of a 10-year-old daughter and a 5-year-old son I imagine those two children will join their father in welcoming this fine lady back with open arms to their home. Let’s hope Eileen grants an audience to MSNBC for an update after she has been home for several months.

Somehow I think it is a purposeful design that we have limited vision – peripheral at the most. Come to think of it I don’t think any of God’s human creations has an apparatus at the end of a multi-directional arm that can be aimed back and totally look at ourselves. The ingeniousness of man took care of inventing the mirror. Like most eyes of God’s creations, human eyes look out and around — even without moving our head. Our minds are our eyes that "look within" to consider our situations and circumstances. Looking around at our achievements and acquisitions might give us satisfaction and gratification but being able to look within ought to bring sufficient reminders of the "things that matter most" for which we ought to be grateful.

"Best wishes Eileen Collins!"

The Wordwright

If you missed this story, here is the link you need:
http://news.com.com/2061-11204_3-6067161.html