Month: August 2018

Nichola Tesla, The Loneliest Man Who Ever Lived

Nichola Tesla was a lonely man. He was a brilliant man. He lived once, long ago, in a time that has passed. He understood the intricacies of electricity and harmonics, gravity and light, and the ether of space. More than that, he understood that they were all the same thing.

Today these many years later, mankind is yet to catch up to his brilliance. We have become sidetracked in a mathematical swamp, which pulls us into calculations, and away from free thought.

Tesla was a very odd man. I know much of him because, time after time, I find myself siding with him on a number of understandings within the realm of physics. Physics is my hobby. If I had another lifetime, I would spend it as a physicist. I, too, am an odd man. I see the “flashes” that Tesla saw and I believe that space is an ether, as Tesla did. Like Tesla, I am more at ease contemplating the spin of photons, and Bell’s inequality than I am at a cocktail party, discussing the markets or golf.

He was a lonely man. He preferred solitude. He never married. He had, perhaps, his closest relationship with a pigeon, who he loved. There was no woman or man who was his equal because he had no equal. He had no one to talk to. Einstein, one of only a few men who could grasp his understandings, was a mathematician, this resulted in a disparity of understanding of the material constituency of the universe. Though their methodologies, and their theory differed, they had deep respect for each other. (Tesla, by the way, was right).

Tesla felt best alone. I imagine, from my experiences, that he tried to understand human interaction and, eventually, simply gave up, deciding that the harmonics of the universe were more important to understand than why someone didn’t like the dress that he bought her for Christmas.

I am not as intelligent as Tesla was. He was more than a genius. What he was, they never made a word for, he was “Tesla”. Mankind has a way to go, then one day in the deep future, when, finally we glimpse the outer bounds of our being, we shall see Nichola looking back at us.

Many of us have helped others. It is a thankless endeavor. You find yourself squatting to push out the “golden egg”. One day the egg is not big enough, it may have some old feathers or fecal matter on it. “we could really use a couple more golden eggs this week.” Eventually you end up with a sore butt, and a renewed conviction to never help again. Such was the lot of Nichola Tesla.

He cranked out one miracle after another, until, giving the great man nothing for his effort, we demanded more – “what great understanding do you have for us this week?” He was ultimately frustrated when he declared his “death ray”, a harmonic EMF curtain that could destroy and kill at the turn of a dial, creating a harmonic attenuation that blew apart the structure of matter. One day we will find that he did, indeed, make such a thing. One day we will find that he hid it from us, because he saw us for what we truly are, inherently flawed beings.

The failure to “produce” was crippling on Tesla. Like Einstein, who took shortcuts to effect closure, creating theoretical errors, Tesla needed the appreciation of his fellow men. Tesla was surrounded by vultures who were pecking through his understanding to find a way to make a dollar, singularly small men, who could never understand Tesla. He hid the concept of the ray, as he should have, and he fell into obscurity, dyeing alone in a hotel room. Such is the blight of the super-intelligent.

They combed through his writings after his death, looking for a better way to kill, but, hopefully, Nikola, anticipated this. I would like to think that he sent them on a wild goose chase.

A man came to live among us for a while. He gave to us a glimpse of the secrets of the universe. He came from a place far away, deep into the future of humanity, or the past. He held the ultimate truths, but, he saw us for what we are, and without judging, he died, knowing that our time had not yet come.

 

Perhaps, somehow, he will come again, when we are ready, when we are kind to animals, when we no longer kill, or hate, when we are able, at last, to understand.

Scott Cahill

On the Eve of the New World Order

Some things are difficult to believe. We reject them as too evil, too extreme, or contrary to the “norm”. What we must recognize is that often when bad acts are perpetrated against a populous, they are enacted by people different than the effected, more evil than could be imagined, or driven by desires that are foreign to those considering the initiation of such actions:

Senator Barry Goldwater:

“national boundaries should be obliterated and one world rule established.”

Oh, the desires of the few to rule the world! It seems a recurrent theme.

Realities exist in the realm of government which must show those of us who reason, that all is not as it appears. Good governments have an obligation to the people to hold certain secrets and to protect those secrets.

Always, there exists, too, an element of corruption of information. It may be legitimate borne of real need, such as the dissemination of mis-information, or even the destruction of information through contamination of the communication with fantastic or unreasonable topics, thereby causing the whole to be rejected as fictitious. It is the realm of clandestine agencies and seemingly endless organizations spying on everyone – even each other.

Then, too there is the intentional dis-information of the populous by government to persuade the “feelings” of the public toward the government’s end. This may be good thing or a bad thing. False flag operations are such things, made to persuade the masses, who must believe that, certainly, such an action must have been perpetrated by our enemy. (Remember the weapons of mass destruction? Remember the Gulf War – where we attacked two countries who had nothing to do with the acts of terrorism, but who we dearly wished to attack? I remember a friend saying of George Bush, Jr. “he took the war to them.” (He did, – the wrong them -….)

Always this disinformation, misinformation, the destruction of the reputation of the teller, the association of valid information with obviously invalid, all of it is the realm of the clandestine community. These are tools that are used to persuade. Hopefully all is according to an honorable plan, controlled by checks and balances, and represents the will of the governed (even if they fail to see what that will may be).

There exists a document, who’s validity is questioned. It sends a chilling message of a government already subordinated to a higher power of oligarchy. I believe much of what this document asserts, but much, too, seems implausible, and, in fact, not in keeping with the intellectual plane of the rest. It seems to speak with knowing authority about the divisional constitution of the clandestine community, then it talks about UFOs hidden by the government and other, less believable information. Because of the disparity of the information and the absolutely insane environment of its dissemination any prudent person must decide it to all be bunk.

Indeed, Mr Boylan does appear as a nut case, surrounded by nut cases, spewing forth insane assertions to the ether of ignorance. Indeed, his information, so corrupted should be seen as “tainted” by its association.

That, my friend, is how it is done. If your odd-looking spy plane falls from the sky in view of a hundred onlookers, Its red and blue lights flashing and the whining sounds of its secret propulsion system screeching as it falls, you can never hide the truth by confronting it.

Instead you develop a “nut”, a person with one of those hats with the ear flaps on in the summer, a tie-died shirt and flip flops addresses the world and claims that he was on the craft, which was a star ship from Zebulon. He explains the horrific experiments that the grey aliens did on him, extracting from him the secrets of our society. He explains that the Government is covering it up.

Soon, even those who saw the event begin to question it. Perhaps it was a weather balloon, after all. One thing for sure – that guy is a nut, and I am not a nut. Through the manufactured association, the real event becomes tainted. The whole, truth and all, is discarded, your secrets are safe. This has happened too many times to count. We lapp it up each and every time.

From “THE SHADOW GOVERNMENT: ITS IDENTIFICATION AND ANALYSIS” by Richard J. Boylan, Ph.D.

This is a summary report on those elements of that clandestine organizational network, (which we shall label the Shadow Government), which serves as a kind of “parallel government” to the official elected and appointed government of this country. It includes those elements known to the author with sufficient certainty that they can be positively identified, and their known or reliably reported functions described. It is distinctly possible that there are other elements, (particularly in the realms of the “Black Budget” and “Special Operations”,) which have eluded our study, and are not named here……..

What should be the attitude of the informed citizen to the Shadow Government?

Since it thrives in the dark, we should shine the light of full disclosure on it. Citizens can demand: the end of the Congressional practice of allowing “Black Budget” items; the end of unpublished secret Executive Orders and National Security Directives; the end of the practice of indefinitely- sustained Presidential Declarations of National Emergency (as is currently in place); the end of Federal Reserve Notes and the return to the gold standard to back the dollar; the end to governmental domestic spying on its own citizens; and extremely severe reduction (on the order of 90%) in the number, staffing and scope of the endlessly proliferating Intelligence agencies, which are an anachronism since the Cold War ended; and an end to CIA and DEA collusion in allowing a continuing stream of drugs to pour into this country.

Certainly the above writing is from a delusional, one wrought with paranoia. Here are some other men, saying, effectively the same thing, through the years of our countries history.

(Much of the following data was taken from writings of Hiduth.com reports,)

George Washington:

“It was not my intention to doubt that, the Doctrines of the Illuminati, and principles of Jacobinism had not spread in the United States. On the contrary, no one is more truly satisfied of this fact than I am. The idea that I meant to convey, was, that I did not believe that the Lodges of Free Masons in this Country had, as Societies, endeavoured to propagate the diabolical tenets of the first, or pernicious principles of the latter (if they are susceptible of seperation). That Individuals of them may… actually had a seperation [sic] of the People from their Government in view, is too evident to be questioned.” (From a letter that Washington wrote on October 24, 1798)

Thomas Jefferson:

“I sincerely believe, with you, that banking establishments are more dangerous than standing armies.” —Thomas Jefferson, principal author of the United States Declaration of Independence in a letter written to John Taylor on May 28, 1816

John C. Calhoun, Vice President (1825-1832) and U.S. Senator:

“A power has risen up in the government greater than the people themselves, consisting of many and various powerful interests, combined in one mass, and held together by the cohesive power of the vast surplus in banks.”

Franklin D. Roosevelt 1933:

“A financial element in the large centers has owned the government ever since the days of Andrew Jackson.”

Theodore Roosevelt 1913:

“Behind the ostensible government sits enthroned an invisible government owing no allegiance and acknowledging no responsibility to the people. To destroy this invisible government, to befoul the unholy alliance between corrupt business and corrupt politics is the first task of the statesmanship of the day.” (Autobiography)

Woodrow Wilson, 1913:

“…We have come to be one of the worst ruled, one of the most completely controlled and dominated, governments in the civilized world—no longer a government by free opinion, no longer a government by conviction and the vote of the majority, but a government by the opinion and the duress of small groups of dominant men.” –

“Since I entered politics, I have chiefly had men’s views confided to me privately. Some of the biggest men in the United States, in the field of commerce and manufacture, are afraid of something. They know that there is a power somewhere so organized, so subtle, so watchful, so interlocked, so complete, so pervasive, that they had better not speak above their breath when they speak in condemnation of it.”

New York City Mayor John F. Hylan, New York Times, March 26, 1922:

“The real menace of our Republic is the invisible government, which like a giant octopus sprawls its slimy legs over our cities, states and nation… The little coterie of powerful international bankers virtually run the United States government for their own selfish purposes. They practically control both parties, … and control the majority of the newspapers and magazines in this country. They use the columns of these papers to club into submission or drive out of office public officials who refuse to do the bidding of the powerful corrupt cliques which compose the invisible government. It operates under cover of a self-created screen [and] seizes our executive officers, legislative bodies, schools, courts, newspapers and every agency created for the public protection.”

Congressman Louis T. McFadden, June 10, 1932:

“Mr. Chairman, we have in this country one of the most corrupt institutions the world has ever known. I refer to the Federal Reserve Board and the Federal Reserve Banks. The Federal Reserve Board, a Government board, has cheated the Government of the United States and the people of the United States out of enough money to pay the national debt…Mr. Chairman, when the Federal Reserve act was passed, the people of the United States did not perceive that a world system was being set up here… and thatthis country was to supply financial power to an international superstate — a superstate controlled by international bankers and international industrialists acting together toenslave the world for their own pleasure.”

Senator William Jenner, 1954

“Today the path to total dictatorship in the U.S. can be laid by strictly legal means… We have a well-organized political-action group in this country, determined to destroy our Constitution and establish a one-party state… It operates secretly, silently, continuously to transform our Government… This ruthless power-seeking elite is a disease of our century… This group…is answerable neither to the President, the Congress, nor the courts. It is practically irremovable.”

J. Edgar Hoover, The Elks Magazine, 1956:

“The individual is handicapped by coming face-to-face with a conspiracy so monstrous he cannot believe it exists. The American mind simply has not come to a realization of the evil which has been introduced into our midst. It rejects even the assumption that human creatures could espouse a philosophy which must ultimately destroy all that is good and decent.”

John F Kennedy, 1961:

“The very word “secrecy” is repugnant in a free and open society; … Our way of life is under attack. Those who make themselves our enemy are advancing around the globe… no war ever posed a greater threat to our security. If you are awaiting a finding of “clear and present danger,” then I can only say that the danger has never been more clear and its presence has never been more imminent… For we are opposed around the world by a monolithic and ruthless conspiracy that relies primarily on covert means for expanding its sphere of influence–on infiltration instead of invasion, on subversion instead of elections, on intimidation instead of free choice, on guerrillas by night instead of armies by day. It is a system which has conscripted vast human and material resources into the building of a tightly knit, highly efficient machine that combines military, diplomatic, intelligence, economic, scientific and political operations. Its preparations are concealed, not published. Its mistakes are buried, not headlined. Its dissenters are silenced, not praised. No expenditure is questioned, no rumor is printed, no secret is revealed.”

Congressman Larry P. McDonald, November 1975:

“The Rockefellers and their allies have, for at least fifty years, been carefully following a plan to use their economic power to gain political control of first America, and then the rest of the world. Do I mean conspiracy? Yes, I do. I am convinced there is such a plot, international in scope, generations old in planning, and incredibly evil in intent.”

Daniel K. Inouye, Senator … Iran Contra Hearings, 1986:

“There exists a shadowy government with its own Air Force, its own Navy, its own fundraising mechanism, and the ability to pursue its own ideas of national interest, free from all checks and balances, and free from the law itself.”

Louis T. McFadden:

“… one of the most corrupt institutions the world has ever known. I refer to the Federal Reserve Board and the Federal Reserve Bank.“

David Rockefeller, Sr:

“For more than a century ideological extremists at either end of the political spectrum have seized upon well-publicized incidents such as my encounter with Castro to attack the Rockefeller family for the inordinate influence they claim we wield over American political and economic institutions. Some even believe we are part of a secret cabal working against the best interests of the United States, characterizing my family and me as internationalists and of conspiring with others around the world to build a more integrated global political and economic structure — one world, if you will. If that’s the charge, I stand guilty, and I am proud of it.”

James Warburg, February 17, 1950:

“We shall have world government, whether or not we like it. The question is only whether world government will be achieved by consent or by conquest.”

The Shadow Government Copyright © 1994 Constitution Society:

Mounting evidence makes it clear that the situation is far worse than most people think, that during the last several decades the U.S. Constitution has been effectively overthrown, and that it is now observed only as a façade to deceive and placate the masses. What has replaced it is what many call the …

It is difficult to identify a single date or event that marks the overthrow, but we can identify some critical steps.

The first was the Dick Act of 1903, which repealed the Militia Act of 1792 and tried to relegate the Constitutional Militia to the National Guard, under control of what is now the U.S. Defense Department. The second was the Federal Reserve Act, which established a central bank only nominally under the control of the government…..

I have no reason to believe in little green men. I do, however, believe that these brilliant minds saw an erosion of our constitutional system and our government, itself by similar oligarchies and their insidious erosion of our liberty and the rights of the people of the greatest nation on this earth.

Scott Cahill

Pardon my intellect

I am sometimes told that I am intelligent. It was especially so when I was young. I suppose that is a good thing.

I have a wonderful friend. Bill is autistic. He, like me, has difficulties with the understanding of “feelings”. He might say something that is hurtful, or inappropriate. If he does, it is only because of the difference of the way that he thinks. You see, Bill is a really good man. He is kind and he is caring.

He remembers what shirt I wore to Thanksgiving in 1987. He remembers my Road Runner, its red stripes, and the size of its engine. Were it not for Bill, I might have forgotten that I ever had it. I enjoy the times that we spend together – especially when we are completely alone. I suppose in some ways, Bill is less intelligent than me. I suppose, too that in some ways I am less intelligent than Bill. We are all different. We are each unique. Thank God that it is so.

My siblings are intelligent. My beloved sister was well known, a great writer, speaker, and medical doctor. My brother is a “rocket scientist” who works on the outer-edges of aerospace engineering. He has a pocket protector and glasses. He holds sixty some patents of complex components and methodologies. He is, probably, a genius.

My sister came to believe, as she wintered over at the South Pole station in Antartica, that society requires each of us to exist. She noticed that a group of similar people, vetted for psychological stability, morphed into differing societal types, once the doors closed on the rest of the world.

Like my mother, a great poet, I write. I always have. In my writing, I often select science on the edge of understanding, or a piece of understanding where I believe the truth to be other than the generally accepted. It is the things that are missing that engage me. Those are the most important.

It is ok for Bill to be autistic. I suppose that he might have it otherwise, I would not. It is ok for some to be like my brother. If we were all the same, what a terrible world that would produce. My sister would say “we each are needed by society equally”. I agree.

If I was a window washer, as I was yesterday, I would be a horrible window washer, running inside and outside as I noted a smudge always on the other side into near infinity.

A mind like mine, must move. It must devour and churn away. It keeps my body up at night, calculating the exterior surface of cones three different ways, for no reason at all – just because it is bored. I would be ineffective as a window washer, like Einstein in the patent office.

All of us are equal. It is such a seemingly simple statement made by an imperfect man at a spindly oak desk at Monticello.

Society is a jigsaw puzzle. The whole is lacking if any piece is missing. It is ok for some to be “wired” differently. To the world, to society, all men are, indeed, equal.

I have apologized for the things that interest me, and the kind of mind that I have, for not caring about football or wrestling, or NASCAR, for the books I carry. I have pretended, even, to be something I am not, to placate, to fit in.

I imagine that Bill, when not alone in my mom’s study, must do the same, mimicking “normal”, pretending interest. What a shame, that society fails to embrace the magical disparity of interest and intellect, the vast array of wiring of our magical minds.

Scott Cahill

Fixing the failing infrastructure of a forgotten nation

For a very long time The United States of America has put the welfare of other nations before our own. We now have a new leader. At last, perhaps, we will address the failed and failing infrastructure of America.

Bridges, Dams, water, waste, and power utilities churn along without repair and without upgrade in the U.S., while all around the world, other nations leap ahead.

Our airports are embarrassing especially when compared with the United Arab Emirates, Dubai, Japan, even China. Men once landed on our shores and wrote home to Italy, Ireland, eastern Europe and, indeed the entirety of the world. They spoke of untold wealth, of streets “paved with gold” Now, we are flirting with “third world” status.

We teeter on the edge of bankruptcy and we teeter on the edge of catastrophe.

Many of our country’s dams have outlived their design lives. Development has occurred within their inundation zones, creating a likelihood of significant loss of life and property. Bridges are rotting away in our great cities. Waste and water systems are noncompliant with the simplest of requirements and present a real danger to the consumer. Our Power grid is out of balance and falling ever deeper into a state of disrepair. Even our nuclear arsenal is archaic. While Russia rebuilds their missile systems, ours rely of software loaded from a 5 1/2″ floppy disk.

I could write a thick book describing how the greatest nation on this earth was allowed to get to this point, with a ten trillion dollar infrastructure need, twenty two trillion dollar debt, and a sea of fools writing checks to anyone who wants them in some vain attempt to purchase friendship, diplomacy, if you prefer. With every issue that arises, another governmental organization is put in place to slow commerce with poorly drafted regulation.

Failure has momentum. It is hard to stop, and more difficult to turn around. Ours is certainly such. We (the people who we entrusted with this great nation) failed horribly to recognize that one (person or nation) can help others only if their own house is in order. Our is not.

The people of the United States have spoken at the ballot box. They have screamed to a government out of control. They have demanded that these issues be addressed.

President Trump is deeply burdened by the huge shortfall of maintenance of our infrastructure. The debt is sufficient a problem to remedy, the cost of repairs and upgrades to infrastructure simply complicates an already difficult evolution.

Fate and the will of the people have afforded us one last opportunity. Let us set aside petty difference and personal pride. Let us rebuild this great nation and make her solvent and strong, so that her torch may light the way for the world, once again.

Scott Cahill

The Layers of Thomas’s Truth

Thomas’s father gave him a farm. It was a small farm, compared to the family holdings in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia. He took possession of it when he turned 25.

Thomas was a special man. He was not a good farmer, a husband, a slave owner, who could not have made his farm work without his slaves. He had wealth and it afforded him a good education at William & Mary. He was able to tour Europe, sketching architectural elements that later would become the Rotunda of the University of Virginia.

He lived at a time that was significant in the development of mankind. He was one of a few who instituted the first significant democracy of size and scope, with documentary evolution on this earth. I hear so many tell me what a great man he was. Certainly he was surrounded by great men such as Franklin, Washington, Hamilton, Patrick Henry. Certainly he was a man of words – truly great words. He had flaws, too.

To many of us, his home on the top of a small mountain near Charlottesville, Va., represents a shrine to a great man, to many, it represents a time and place best forgotten – or perhaps, best never to be forgotten.

For those of us who look into the mirror in the morning and see a black face, it may be a representation of a horrible time. It is much like the confederate (stars and bars) flag. It has real historical significance, yet it has, too, an association with the worst part of humanity.

Certainly, Monticello is best known as the home of a great man. All of us are great – and terrible – all of us contain elements of good and evil. Thomas was no different. He wrote a thesis, when at William and Mary which stated that the negro was equal to 3/5 of a human being. It was a paper that truly failed to understand the value of humanity.

Later, the same man wrote the grand words that constitute the first sentence of the second paragraph of the Declaration of Independence.

“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness.”

What a disparity of thought! His actions, too, reflected this duplicity of self when it came to the “problem” of the African slaves. He wrestled with this throughout his later life. One of the most notable and interesting things about Thomas was his love. When his wife died, Thomas came to love Sally Hemings, his slave. It was not a love of convenience, anything but. It was the most uncomfortable kind of love.

From an article in The Recorder; or, Lady’s and Gentleman’s Miscellany, a Federalist newspaper in Richmond, accuses Thomas Jefferson of keeping one of his slaves, a woman named Sally, “as his concubine” and fathering a child with her. “The President, Again” was published on September 1, 1802, while Jefferson served as president. Written by Thomson Callender.

Certainly, he must have seen the light, the conflict of his words, the disparity and inequity of his actions, as he held his dear Sally in the darkness. Never would he have thought that DNA would, one day, document his secret, laying it before the world for eternity.

He was untrue to himself. He knew better, but failed to act. He loved, but he hid his love, lest it be thought poorly of by his peers. I must say, I am deeply disappointed at this opportunity lost by so great a man. It was another time, if that excuse holds.

Many of us, too, hold such secrets. We harbor prejudices that we pretend not to harbor. We hide them in a closet, locked from the world, only taken out amongst those who we “trust” with such conversation. We believe one thing on the surface, but another hides deeper down, a secret truth, one which will not hold up in the light of day.

There are so many “truths”, so many layers. It is easy to do as Thomas did, to hold one forth, forsaking a greater one. Truth shifts through time. It manifests itself as we age, our experience shapes it, defines it, exposes it, perhaps as fiction.

Sally made meals at Monticello for Thomas and his grand friends. She toiled in the kitchen, then put the plates in the lazy-suzan cupboard to be served to the guests. She, unseen, cleaned, and pulled the covers back, helped the great man off with his boots, and laid with him as the guests retired.

Perhaps there was a greater man at Monticello. Perhaps she was a lady. Even in chains, she rose above it all to show compassion and caring and love to even an imperfect man, imperfect, yet grand.

There is much to learn from Thomas, his successes and his failures. There is much to be learned from Sally, too. I choose to remember her for her soul. Sometimes the least of us can be the greatest. Often things are not as they appear. Truth has many layers.

Scott Cahill

The Transition from Warrior to Ruler

There are great warriors who win great battles. They are the victors. In war, even cold war, there are so many battles. There are the ones where men line in columns and attack across a line, but for each of these there are a thousand quiet battles, waged in alleys, prisons, in parks at dusk, dropping through the clouds on a moonless night into a foreign place alone.

There exist diplomats who are not, playing a game of chess, or cat and mouse, for life. For these men and women, there is no fanfare, little notoriety – medals given, then taken. One wrong step and a lifetime precipitates down to an etched star on a marble wall, or a simple denial. Why do men strive to be warriors?

The lucky warriors get to fight in the open. They are the ones on the battle lines, in mountains, deserts, and jungles, they load and walk, ride, and fight. The victors are the ones who hold the field after the shooting stops. How very simple.

Castro was a warrior. Alexander was too. Campaigners fight a different type of battle, a war of words, a puzzle. They parlay and jab until, eventually, one is the winner, one retires the field, wounded. Politics is some of each, subterfuge, and aggression. It has elements of war, and elements of diplomacy. Still, I assert, a campaign is a battle.

Often there is not sufficient thought to the state of affairs after the win. If it is a country or a field, a harbor, or a foothold gained, always there must be a strategy for exit, or for holding.

Obama is a great campaigner. He is a wonderful organizer, and a great speaker. I believe that he failed in many ways as a president. A friend and politician once said to me; “I must do what I need to in order to be elected. If I fail to be elected, all of the things that matter so deeply to me fail.” Indeed, this is a terrible truth. It breeds the disparity of elected to ruler. Indeed, such misleading actions are a necessary and celebrated part of warfare, as written in the book,”The Art of War” by Sun Tzu.

Does the game of campaigning prove the value of the office holder? Is it a reasonable way to choose? Does the winning, or the overthrow of a government make one the proper choice for the leader of a new government?

History shows us many, who were most comfortable in battle. Often, when ruling became burdensome, they returned to the battlefield. Alexander was such a leader. Castro made the jump from guerrilla to leader. Obama, perhaps, missed the simplicity of the campaign. President Elect Trump is yet to assume the role of leader. It will be interesting to see his transition from victor to ruler. I believe that he is better suited than most.

Scott Cahill

The Devious Mr. Putin is Hacking our Elections!

Most discussion in political circles are oversimplifications of complex issues. We all know that change and repair are never black and white. Always, the work is in the grey. Someone said that the work of government is like a road. The progress takes place in the middle, though too much time is spent in the ditches on either side.

Trump is a businessman. There are great things about this and there are bad things, too. We all must wonder how he will succeed in finding middle ground between the stimulation of business and the social responsibility that we want as a nation. I, personally, believe him to be a competent leader, who, I hope, will find equitable balance between the fiscal and social needs of our nation.

One of President Trump’s first challenges is a very important and sensitive problem. Many have been shocked to find that Russia has been hacking our computer infrastructure – can you imagine! We do that to the Russians, but that is, of course, perfectly acceptable. Many of Russia’s diplomats are nothing but a band of spies! We cannot tolerate this kind of subterfuge. We have an embassy full of our own spies, climbing all over Russia, but, of course, that is completely different – and acceptable. Russia has been secretly listening in on our communications! This is absolutely unacceptable. What kind of nation would intentionally tap another nation’s communication infrastructure – you guessed it – we would, and do, constantly.

The double standard is remarkable. An action may be unacceptable, or it is not. If Russia, or North Korea, or Sweden takes an action that we also take, how can we claim a moral high-ground? The truth is obvious and it has been for a very long time. We spy on Russia. We spy on North Korea. We spy on the United Kingdom. We spy on everyone, even our own citizens. It is not the Russians who are out of hand, it is the Americans.

Trey Gowdy said it well at a speech that he made at Liberty University ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N0dCTvX0wzs ) in which he said “If your goal is to persuade you should not be insulting people.” Still, recently, we have been insulting Russia. We have insulted President Putin, their leader. Are we so insecure in our position in the diplomatic world?

We, The United States of America, have a place on the world stage. Our place is one of leadership. It is our place to show those who would behave badly that a nation can succeed without insulting others, threatening their sovereignty, torturing people, spying on their people, controlling media, taking actions against international law and treaty, then acting inflamed, when others do the same. If we seek respect, we must give it. If we wish to lead, we must not be dragged into the darkness of lawlessness and Imperialism.

We, as a nation, glorify the United Kingdom, who has invaded all of the 200 member states of the U.N. except 22. (Stuart Laycock “All the Countries We’ve Ever Invaded, And The Few We Never Got Round To”) We seem to emulate them, as if their way was better than our own.

We ask permission and we build a group of like-thinking nations to allow us to enter the lands of other sovereign nations and to oust their leaders or topple their governments.

We are, again, demonizing Russia. We have thrown diplomacy out the door in hopes of not losing an enemy. Nations need the attention of an enemy, only, to turn the people’s eyes away from their own plight. We should, and I hope that President Trump shall, have honest and open dialog with Russia, China, North Korea, and, indeed all of the world – if we agree with them or not. Discussion is most needed where there is the greatest disparity of interest and of philosophy.

We have declared “War” on drugs, and on “Terror”. We have failed to protect our children or our nation from drugs and we have not stopped terror, nor shall we. The fixes for such things have nothing to do with war. Terror is retired by a lack of fear. Drugs are retired by a lack of despair.

We have done nothing to build the soul of our nation. We have done nothing to break down the hurdles and walls that keep some from the potential for the realization of the great American Dream. We do not owe anyone the luck nor will to succeed, however they may see success. We do, however, owe every child the avenue to succeed if we are, indeed, the nation that we propose to be.

Scott Cahill

The Power of Purpose

Always, in every significant endeavor, there must be a motivation. For great deeds, most often it must be a large motivation to overcome the large resistance that such change must always address.

As I have stated in earlier writing, desperation is such a motivator. It insights, in ordinary men, the necessity of purpose that causes action. Such was the case of Patrick Henry who rose from the third row of pews in a little church in Richmond, Va. in 1775 and uttered the words of desperation that set into action one of the most unlikely and improbable acts, resulting in our great nation.

The other motivator, perhaps, is purpose. Purpose causes one to act because he believes that it is his place to do so. It is the thing that makes a man run up a hill to take a machine gun nest. It is the thing that makes a man, like Donald Trump sit in his lush office and look down on Manhattan, and think that he must run for President.

It is a truth that, for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. This is a phrase from physics, yet, as is true of many of these laws, they fit many other things. Rarely is significant change met with little resistance. An insignificant change will garner little resistance, a grand change will elicit a massive countering resistance.

I suppose that purpose and desperation motivating one to action are met with resistance of similar magnitude in relation to the proposed action(change). The difference is not, therefore, in the coordinated resistance, but in the motivation of the actor. Since the resistance is synonymous, and since both incite action, it seems reasonable, then, that they are equal.

Accepting this hypothesis, as I do, I must consider the cost of effort that must be expended vs. the gain of that action. If I am to set out on a path to remedy a fault or to make a stand, I must consider and cement my purpose.

This may seem mechanical to many, but we each do this often, without much thought. Since we do not, often, consider deeply the ramifications of starting a course of action, we sometimes start an action frivolously, then abandon the action when we recognize the level of resistance applied to stop it. That may be why so many set out to make change, then run back to their warm bed with a bloodied nose.

Such failures are expensive and they waste political collateral. We all must only set out on courses of action for which we are compelled to succeed. If we have not a feeling of desperation, nor a feeling of purpose, we are the wrong man for the job, and the machine of destiny will shoot you out of the loser chute into the barrel marked “waste”. You only get to crawl out of that barrel a couple of times, and once out, few wish to take the

ride again.

The reality of such assessment is that some actions are not worthy of the expenditure of effort. This is a valuable consideration, knowing that effort spent is effort lost. We must find that which instills in ourselves purpose or desperation which exceeds the effort of resistance that will be set against us.

Some choose to simply abandon the field of play. They avoid the conflict and the effort of life. They die. Perhaps the years go on, but inside and as their impact on our world diminishes, they digress into nothingness.

It is not just in work – it is in everything. Never stop fighting. Never stop finding challenges and addressing them. Never give up on making things better. Don’t ever stop dreaming.

Scott Cahill

The requisite aggressor, the necessary Bully

At work, play, school, or life, always there are bullies. I believe that, to some level, it may be an element of the fabric of society that must be represented. It is a reality. Always, there is the intimidator, the aggressor, the contrarian. I believe that everyone has had a person who simply opposed them. I have.

My father often told me “Scotty, it is the responsibility of the strong to care for the weak” He was a protector, a protector of the unsure, the weak, ladies, children, even those who had lost their way.

The very strong are not aggressive, they are kind. They are often quiet. Strength and kindness are the same thing. Weakness and violence, too, are synonymous. If you are a violent man, you are a weak man.

In school I first met these kinds of people. They were the children who created the appearance of worth by degrading others. They called names, they hit. They threatened. It was their lack of self-worth that drove them to do these things. Over time, most outgrew these tendencies. A few never did.

Some men are a boy who never outgrew the failures of youth. Every time they have a chance, they choose to harm. It is easy to hate these poor souls, to avoid interaction with them.

They are filled with fear. They use it to manipulate, to extort, to threaten. Some never allow themselves to understand kindness. Like the moth and the flame, they play a loser’s game, yet they are predestined to failure, perhaps to live out their days in some prison cell. Along the way, someone may pay the price. A cowardly act executed by one devoid of honor. The price of imbalance in an imperfect society.

When I was little, I feared these fools. Then I hated, then I grew to understand, now I feel sorry for them.

It is so very hard to build, to slowly stack the components of kindness and understanding, like a temple, it takes love and sensibility and care to create. It takes but a day to demolish such a grand structure. It is the same with all else in life. If you are so fortunate as to be a builder – of physical structure, political, social, it is a great responsibility that you hold. You hold it along with the key to the future.

 

Be not set back by those who tear down your work. Do not digress to hate, or revenge, nor to becoming a destroyer yourself. Stoop and take up your tools and build again. If you have set a course that is honorable and worthy, never stop.

 

 

Rudyard Kipling said it so well in his poem, “IF”:

“….If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken 

   Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, 

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, 

   And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools: ….”

I learned, from a friend, long ago; we forgive the transgressor, not for the purity of his self nor his soul, but for the purity of our self and of our soul.

If we allow ourselves, we few who are building the future, to be dragged into the mire of conflict and blame, the work which we do will suffer. Forgive, and move on unimpeded. It is the goal. It is always the goal. The world is scattered with the waste of lost dreams – it is always the goal.

Scott Cahill

Little Girls, Beauty Contests, Death and A Failure of Justice

Someone killed a little girl. It was a long time ago and the case was never closed, the perpetrator never found.

JonBenet was a little beauty queen. The entirety of the scene, where little girls wear makeup and gowns, swimsuits, and parade before judges to be assessed is a somewhat disgusting scenario to me. How and why would anyone subject their child to such a situation?

Patsy Ramsey, the mother, was also a beauty queen in her day. Perhaps it is less odd to others. Perhaps the whole thing was “normal” to Patsy.

Many have written about this murder of a little girl. Most did research and interviewed witnesses. I did none of that. I have no idea of who killed this little girl, who would be a twenty six year old lady, if she were alive today.

It is such a superficial scene, such an obvious set of circumstances. Many blame incompetent police work. Many blame the parents, even accuse them.

I wonder, when confronted with information which appears to allow for closure, if there must not be some secondary actions at play – some one, or thing, being protected, or compromised. An “arrangement” that went bad, a frustrated diplomat, who went too far – too important to indict, too connected to reveal – let off into the night for others to tie up the loose ends – of the unthinkable.

I have no earthshaking exposure to shed light on the untimely and horrible loss. I offer only a word of wonder – how such a thing can happen without an offsetting justice. To me, there is no greater innocence than that of a child. Such a loss seems to cry out for equity, yet find none, mired in actions which yield no closure.

When I was young I believed in justice. Now I am old and I see the world with the veil lifted. I wish for that which I believed. I wish for the simple equity that I was assured, but, for me, for us, for JonBenet, it is but a ruse. Failure of justice is hard to look at. Perhaps that is why the lady wears a blindfold.

Scott Cahill