A Great Storm is on the Horizon

Our great nation has been hijacked. We are no longer free men. Much is not as it seems. Much is tenuous, many good people have been fooled by truly evil players. The time is upon us to take back the tenants of honor and equity and freedom upon which our nation was founded. The founding fathers of our great nation foresaw this day coming. They could not know the technology that we now have, still, they understood completely, the tendency of men toward domination over others. It is, at last, time for the “storm”.

Scott Cahill

 

I am Deeply Honored to be Included in those who are Threatened.

I am a writer. I am a supporter of the rights listed in the Bill of Rights and the Constitution of the United States. This is a veiled threat, forwarded to me through a website located in South Korea. It is intended to silence me. It shall not. It, instead, is motivational. It shows me that the assertions that I address are accurate and that those who wish to damage our republic see me as a threat. I am flattered.

It reads:  “Don’t wear seatbelts, lest you drown in your own urine?” I suppose that it could be just some nut, still, forwarding through a South Korean website is rather sophisticated. Much is not as it seems. Much shall soon come to light.

Scott Cahill

Finding Mr. King

Long ago I knew Martin Luther King. I was not a friend. I was one of the masses. I believed a patter that had been fed to me, and I had taken it as truth and I was poisoned by it. We are all subject to prejudice. Mine was not the simple prejudice of black and white, connecting some inaccurate trait to a whole segment of society. Mine was a prejudice of ignorance, accepting the marginalization of a truly great man. I had been told, and I accepted a story of M.L.K. that was far from correct.

The value of this story is not in my transformation, for men for all of time have studied, and have improved, and learned. The value of this story is in the source.

It was a working day and a long long drive. I was in a company truck, loaded with tools, and towing a trailer. I stopped to pick up my employee, James. James was a black man. He was raised in central Virginia in a time when the education of a black man was seen as unimportant. He was unable to read or write, but he could do simple math (his father had told him “so they can’t cheat you”).

James was hurting. He had been thrown from a horse, who he was breaking for the local preacher. James, as he recalls it, was thrown from the horse by God, because of the impure thoughts that he had for the preacher’s wife. So began a four or five hour trip and conversation between me and James.

James lived on a small farm. He had no electricity because at some point he had a dispute with the power company and he told them that he would no longer buy electricity from them. He had a small generator and he started it when power was required, but that was a luxury that James didn’t need. He had a dog, too. The dog, aptly named “Dog”, would get the pigs and would chase them into the pen each night. James explained that he would come inside and, when asked “did you get the pigs in?” he would smile to let James know that all was taken care of. James drank a bit of beer. It was, necessarily, warm, but “ok”.

Conversation drifted from Dog, to God, to preacher, to preacher’s wife, to horse, then finally to Martin Luther King. James knew much of M.L.K. his knowledge was infused in his little church, and he revered the man. He would say how he changed the world, I would offer my marginalization, he would say the he knew that he was giving his life for a greater good, I would say that he was just unlucky. It went on for the remaining hours of the trip.

James got to me. I realized that Mr. King was one of the grandest historical figures of our age and I realized that all of my knowledge of him and his life and legacy was superficial heresy.

I studied. I began to know a man who would influence me as Gandhi did, a truly great man, who subordinated his safety and, ultimately, his very life, for the betterment of all mankind, who saw his place in history, who did, indeed, see the cost and chose, nonetheless, to pay it. James was right, it was there in his writings, his notes, his “I have a dream” speech. I began to feel his feelings. My God, I loved this man!

The presidential calls, the communication with Bobby Kennedy, all of the information – it was exactly as James had said it to be. I was so ill advised – so poorly schooled, so ignorant. Could I look life and death in the eye and walk the line undaunted, as he did? Could I, if so tested, be the man who he was? What strength did he draw on to step onto that balcony that horrible day? How could a man be so strong?

We are a composite array of bits of information gleaned from our environment. If we limit our input or the depth, breadth, or diversity of our consideration, we, ultimately, limit ourselves. I am thankful for that long truck ride and for James, and his patience. He taught me about a man who exemplifies honor and selflessness. He taught me of a man who understood the greater good of man. He taught me, most of all, the frailty of obstinate thinking.

I am a better man for having known James and I am forever in his debt for introducing me to a friend, who will forever influence my life, Martin Luther King.

Scott Cahill

Beating up the President

Out of our society, a very few are chosen to lead. Of these, a tiny percentage attain a position of power, be it political, or position-related. The seemingly unattainable position of President of the United States is, no doubt, the pinnacle of political position. Our president, besides being the Commander-in-Chief, the leader of the free world and all of that other stuff, is, necessarily, a smart person.

Any person, so deeply vetted, must have intellect, poise, charisma, and a command of the political environment. Regardless of the talk on the street, few or no dummies ever occupy the oval office. The attainment of such office requires the ability to coordinate a campaign, generate a plan and to execute it under unending scrutiny, to field each question with a rehearsed and proper answer, to incorporate always, and alienate never. One slip and you certainly will fail.

Jimmy Carter is a brilliant man. I believe that he has all of the qualities that would make a great friend or neighbor. He is honorable. He is selfless. He is of high intellect. He is tested and loyal and is stable in times of stress. I do not believe that he was a great president.

Ronald Reagan had none of the appropriate background. He was an actor. He hadn’t a background in business, economics, or even politics. He had seemingly only a handsome face and a good demeanor, yet, I believe, he became one of the great presidents of our time.

One thing that each of these great men share is this – the absolute distain of the unenlightened. I have heard people call our President names, threaten his life, accuse him of subversion. Things that they would never say about their neighbor, they say openly about our President.

It is a wonderful thing, to live in a place where open dialog is allowed that questions or even denounces our government. We are a unique and blessed society to have the freedom that our constitutional government affords us. With this right goes, too, a level of responsibility. We each are responsible to understand the issues and to form opinions on them, to voice our opinions, and to be a part of the process that is our representative republic. This is, unfortunately, not the case.

Many are drawn into these many oversimplifications of complex problems. They fail to understand the need for debate, the building of consensus, and even civility. They accuse Democrats of being irresponsible with money, of buying votes. They accuse Republicans of being elitists, uncaring for the middle or lower class of citizenry. They polarize and alienate and divide. They stand on position without compromise, unyielding to negotiation, ready to fight to the death over any issue.

They refuse to approve budgets, appropriations, they drive our government to the brink of failure – all to prove a point – yet, the point is pointless. If you look back at the political parties that we have today, you will see that they have stood on both sides of the debate over the years. You will find that they just may be simply against what the other wants.

The prime target on the top of the political pyramid is the President. Our disfunction as a society, our disfunction as a political entity, our disfunction as a country, is focused on this one man. Our ignorance, our bigotry, our judgmental tendencies, all are openly expressed without even the filters of decency, at this one man.

What we say about our President, be he white, or black, man, or woman, Republican, or Democrat, is what we believe about ourselves. Reagan showed us; the office of the President of the United States deserves a level of dignity, and every person who is enlisted by us to so serve deserves, too, that level of dignity.

In all steps of politics, we must find, again, open and honest communication. That is dependent on mutual respect and consideration. It is our own failures that we vent at our leader. It is our own ineptitude that causes us to lash out at the one person who we put in the position of ultimate power within our government.

Scott Cahill

My Take on the Republican National Debates

A man must admit when he is wrong – and – I WAS WRONG!  In the time since this writing (Aug. 7, 2015) much has come to pass. Some was as I had expected. Bush fell harder and quicker than I had imagined, but Trump did, finally win the nomination. Rubio was Rubio, and Cruze, crazy as hell, though he is, is just Cruze. It was my own Governor who shocked me.

I have heard Kasich speak on a few occasions. He seemed level headed and honest. He addressed the fiscal responsibility that I support and social responsibility. He seemed to understand the balance of consensus.

In New York (campaigning with 14 delegates earned) he said ” I just go where they tell me to go”. I think that all believed this, and I think that his actions confirm this less-than-presidential position. He later became the party’s puppet consorting with Cruze to deflect delegates, gaming for an overthrow at the convention! This is not the man who I believed him to be.

I misjudged the man. I believed that he would fight a fair fight, but when mother America called, I had believed that he would answer the call. I was wrong. His refusal to attend the convention alienated him from his supporters and the nation. It was a horrible move.

Pence was a trade to forestall a contested convention. Trump does not want the guy and he is like a brown dress shoe, boring and always inappropriate. He will be an unremarkable V.P. in a remarkable presidency.

Trump will win handily, and after his term, or two terms, Tim Kane will run for President on the Democratic ticket and win. The world will be a very different and better place by then.

I hope that Donald has good people with strong security backgrounds at his side always. Some would be far too comfortable with Mr. Pence as the President (remember L.B.J.), in the horror of beltway politics, the unthinkable is cocktail party patter. Be safe and careful and, God bless you, Mr. Trump.

 

In Cleveland, Ohio yesterday, the Republican party debate was held between the presidential hopefuls. It was unusual and it was interesting.

What I found particularly interesting was the unlikely front-runner, Donald Trump. In a time when the Republican party has become a machine of mediocrity, churning out the next deserving candidate and sliding him into the prepared slot, with promises of marching in sync with the other so placed army, Donald Trump, and to a lesser extent, Kasich, seemed defiant. Can the monster be stared down and subdued? Could the Republican party find a place nearer the middle of the road!

I watched the debate on Fox News and I was particularly delighted at the analysis where a “group” of people (obviously biassed against Trump) was aggregated and asked to trash Trump’s effort. The effort denigrated  as, this morning, it became apparent that Trump had, indeed, won the debate.

Trump will probably be calling me any moment to see what I want him to do next. (I will keep my cell phone with me in case.) Here is what I will tell him.

“Donald! How’s it going, buddy” You know, same old stuff flying a HUGE airplane from New York to Cleveland – hanging out, just stuff …  well did you see the debate?  What should I do next? “OK so here is how we are going to play this thing, pal. You are doing very well. It is only because things have become so bad that any change is seen as positive. That is really good. The only problem is, on the horizon, someone will probably bring up the lack of experience thing” (awkward silence) “Anyway, I have a way for you to plug that hole in your campaign and to win Ohio” Really!  How? “It is simple, Donald.    Kasich.   He is a bit awkward speaking, but he is nice to you, and recognizes the frustration. He has the right background. Don’t you see, Donald! He is your Vice-President!  He is perfect!” …. I don’t know, Scott – umm….. “Now, Donald, We talked about this before. You CANNOT be both President and Vice President. Even bringing it up will cause real problems. It is a really bad idea and you need to never say it out loud again! With you as President, and Kasich as Vice President, not only do you have a chance to win the election, but you will be able to do the other things that you want to do – like upgrading the interior on Airforce 1 and remodeling the whitehouse and building the white house golf course and club. “Look, Donald, I am a busy man, you think on it – keep your lips together and call me tomorrow – good job so far.” Thanks, Scott – you are the best.  “I know, now get some sleep.”

Ok I have to admit – Donald will probably not call, but that is only because he has no idea that I exist. I have to say, he impressed me with his refreshing candor and his “guts”. It is refreshing. I am an Ohio guy, and Kasich is my runner-up, but I must admit, I really do want Donald to win. Things need changed and I believe that he might actually have the gumption to get it done.

Scott Cahill

Donald Trump Teaches Political Correctness

Look at us, the grand United States of America, the greatest nation on the face of the Earth!  We are wimps, pussies, punks!  We check our words and walk on egg shells. We cower in fear. We are the subjects of acts of terror. We sit with our hands in our laps as men hold razor knives to the throats of a female flight attendant – no – Stewardess – I said it – IT FEELS GREAT !!!

I served on a technical advisory committee in Virginia. There was a difficult effort to find consensus. In the discussion I made a statement; “You people need to consider – is the potential loss of one life sufficient to trigger a high-hazard classification for the dam?”

Oh, My God!  I did it! I called those people (dam owners, in this case) “you people” The discussion shifted from saving lives of those who occupied the inundation zones of dams, to asking me to apologize to the man. “I called them you people. They are people. There will be no apology” The monitor countered “Mr. Cahill didn’t mean to be offensive when he called you “you people”.

He was horrible offended. He voiced his concern that he probably could not work with me. He stood up and threatened to leave. It must have been a horrible day for him having been told that he was “people”.

Where does it end? Will we continue to attempt to legislate the difference between someone saying to a colleague “Hey, Nice dress.” or the dreaded and damaging “”Hey, Nice dress.” Are we going to regulate words – calling them by the “A” word or the “B” word like a bevy of grade school teachers!

If a feigned insult stops the conversation and requires the subrogation of the offender, then what shall our conversations become. Calling names and voicing our colorful insults is the very foundation of our country. I am quite certain that when Thomas Jefferson left the room, Ben Franklin looked to the guy beside him and said “I wonder if that jerk will ever get that stick out of his ass”.

Now we come to this – Donald Trump, too big to ignore, too strong to crush, crashing through our well appointed little china shop, his horns sweeping the glass shelves of the Swarovski Chrystal. He is the proverbial bull. Our nation has become a fragile little china shop.

“Donald Trump’s feud with Megyn Kelly escalated Friday night when he said the Fox News host had “blood coming out of her wherever” at this week’s Republican debate, resulting in swift condemnation from conservatives and a major political event pulling its invitation to him.”

Kelly’s line of questioning, which supposed a myriad of inappropriate statements devoid of background nor the opportunity to frame, was actually more of a damning statement. Trump tried to contain himself to humor, but his ire peaked through.

Perhaps Mr. Trump will find a better way to respond to these kind of attacks, in the mean time, perhaps some of us should take a midol and get some rest!

Scott Cahill

The Dying of America

Always things of a human nature, like the tides, the moon, and the sun, ebb and flow.

Always the past alludes us mortals, who turn our heads skyward for some grain of evidence – yet the sky is unyielding to our questions. So we stumble through the days of uncertainty until fate dictates the curtain close, and all is black again.

Each of us who have been born on the soil of the great land that is the United States of America has shared the honor of participating in one of the greatest human experiments of all time.

Finding its origins in the Code of Hammurabi five thousand years ago, and filtered through time, the basis of personal responsibility and, indeed, personal freedom manifested itself through oration after oration. The compilation of written laws, the concept of personal responsibility, the daring equity of many documents such as the Magna Carta, old English Law, and the culmination of the chance, in the defiant, desperate deed of unruly settlers, sparking, in Patrick Henry the ultimate declaration:

“Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! — I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!”

Time and complacency weather the finest steel, and so too has our union been etched and lost her gilded shroud. We, given the opportunity of finding Utopia, instead, have dwelt in the shadows of the machinery of our great republic. We have found ways to fool her and to manipulate her, and to bend the great collective experiment to serve our agenda. Always, the whole must be the primary consideration, but it finds itself indentured to the few.

The Civil War tested our resolve to stay the course, prompting Lincoln to ask:

“…… a new nation  conceived in liberty and dedicated to the proclamation that all men are created equal  ………..testing whether that nation or any nation so conceived and so dedicated can long endure.”

 

Our nation was tested many times by war and by complacency, by manipulation and by money. At times we looked like we might collapse, but time after time, the principals of liberty drove men to act as men should act to uphold this great experiment. A current was building, though, even as we grew and with all of the prosperity of our nation, some, still, were left outside of the comfort of Mother America.

“Whether we turn to the declarations of the past, or to the professions of the present, the conduct of the nation seems equally hideous and revolting. America is false to the past, false to the present, and solemnly binds herself to be false to the future.”

Now, you and me, look at our great state! What have we allowed to pass. What have we done to the greatness, the honor, the tenure of integrity? Was it but a beautiful diversion, or did it really exist?

Were we not a nation so great that we reached out to all men and said to them; “You will not suffer torture, nor death, nor genocide. You will not suffer hunger. You will not suffer fear of aggression of neighboring states, for we are the great state of the United States of America and, we will protect you.” 

Could it be that we, the great republic, are torturing our prisoners? Could it be that children go hungry in our streets? Could it be that we are afraid of a small band of fools, who, through some convoluted interpretation of religion, want death for America.  Have all of the veterans of World War II died, and left nothing of honor, or valor, or bravery? Is it, as wounded and damaged as it has become, even worthy of the kind of drive that Patrick Henry laid out in his speech in Richmond, Virginia, so long ago?

I pray that this is not the end of the great experiment. I pray that, Like Rome, some future people do not tour the remains of our capital and wonder what great legions once built such a monument, and to what end?

Scott Cahill

Latent effects of George W. Bush and Cheney

” It is not northern Ireland. It is the middle east. It is on fire and it is going to explode and there is nothing that can be done to stop it”

Those were the words of one of my favorite presidents, Bill Clinton. We were at the Plaza Hotel in New York on May 17, 2001. I spoke to him when he was awarding my sister the award of Irish American of the year.

So much about our nation has changed since then.

Who we were:

The United States of America is and was special. Before 2000 we were the beacon of freedom, a representative republic that showed the world that mankind could govern himself with honor and dignity. We had our faults and they were manifested in the great Civil War, the civil rights effort, and many other events “…testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure.” (words of another of my favorite presidents)

Along with the freedom that the United States possessed, there was a cost. It was paid in the blood of soldiers on battlefields around the globe, but there was, too, a cost in honor and bravery. The assumption of personal freedom requires the recipient to assume, for himself, personal responsibility. In the early days, this was assigned based on heft and gender. A man would defend a lady, always. A strong man would defend a weak man. Ultimately, a strong nation would defend a weak nation. The great experiment was working.

Along the way, we became complacent. We began exchanging our freedom, piece by precious piece, for safety, and the promise of “protection.” Police forces became militarized and government assured us to sit and wait, they would come and save us.

They would save us from military attack, then from criminal attack, then from verbal attack, then from worry, then from embarrassment. The national government come into our states. It came into our cities, it came into our schools, it came into our bedrooms. We locked our doors and memorized the number 9-1-1 and cowered. We had sold our freedom.

Freedom is risky. It is not the natural state of man. The natural state of man is to follow under the strongest dictator, to march in step and to bow to the ruler on his stage. Ours was a difficult and unique undertaking. Our freedom requires bravery. Weakness is fodder for those who would take our liberty.

What changed us:

Much of what we gave away was given to stop terrorism. No administration in the history of this nation ever so blatantly ignored the checks and balances or constitutional law and precedence as did the George W. Bush white house.

On occasion after occasion Bush and Cheney addressed the public and openly and specifically lied about the actions that were being taken by the N.S.A. and the F.B.I. For the first time, the “ears” of our intelligence gathering empire were turned on the people of this great country. Our telephone calls, our emails, and our every communication was catalogued and saved. They still are.

This writing will be processed by a super computer at the N.S.A. headquarters and, there, they will look for chains of words that may tag me a terrorist, a threat to our country, perhaps even as a threat to the status quo. All communication is scrutinized thusly from shortwave transmissions to email. The gathering has not changed, the Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act of 1978 (FISA) has been effectively circumvented and the executive branch has assumed powers that are specifically denied it by the act and constitutional law.

 

This was documented in papers that were exposed by Edward Snowden in the classified documents that he leaked. These documents exposed an absolute intentional effort by the executive branch to circumvent the controls that existed under constitutional law.

 

 

 

Who we are:

The men who did their jobs in the Justice Dept. were harassed and, in some cases destroyed by an executive branch gone amuck. Cheney was probably the architect, but that is unimportant. What matters is that we are no longer a free country.

It means that all of your communications are monitored and that our government can, potentially, alter your communications, find legal fault with them, then prosecute you based on this information that was unjustly acquired.

This is a great political advantage to those in power. It, effectively, gives them unlimited power to go after political rivals, adversaries, even their wives boyfriends. They will say that they would never do such a thing. They will. the information, available without warrant assures corrupt actions by its misuse.

Mr. Obama promised to assure FISA warrants and to disassemble the unjust overbearing position that the executive branch has taken. He did not.

Can it be fixed?:

It only can be made right by a universal acceptance of our own responsibility. If we turn our safety over to others, our freedom goes with it. As a people, we must learn, again, bravery and the control of fear, or we must abandon liberty. For, liberty was never meant to be held by the weak.

Scott Cahill

Donald Trump’s Hair

 

It is starting to look like Donald may just be our next president. I will not bore you with discussion about issues of state, experience, or those of a technical nature. After all, those things have little to do with it.

I am growing my hair. Always, style is changed by the powerful and, win or lose, many of us will be sporting “Trump” hair in the coming months.

Thinning hair and an enlarged prostate are a couple of things that I have in common with Donald.

There have been some other presidential types with long interesting hair – but none quite so flamboyant.

Reagan had nice hair – long hair, but he greased his into submission instead of spraying it into a helmet-like apparition. I believe that the Trump “do” will have more of a dry look.

I, personally believe that Reagan, had he given it sufficient effort, could have made a meaningful hair statement, but he was afraid to take the leap. We need a man who will take chances.

 

 

The color is good, but he needs length and some effort to produce the “swoop”. Although I greatly admire Clinton, he “settled”.

I know what you are saying – “just not presidential”- give me some time. By November I will have the required length to achieve the full Trump. See you at the inauguration!

Scott Cahill

The Loss of Valor

We, the grand United States of America have evolved beyond ourselves.

We fought the great World War, killing the Japanese because they were a government who condoned torture. The Germans blamed their ills on a single race. They militarized their government and their economy. They spied on their own people.

These evils incited in our fathers and grandfathers actions that only the desperate or the honorable shoulder, to subordinate oneself to a cause that was greater than any single life, no matter how dear.

Thousands gave their lives, spilling their blood on beaches and woods across the globe for the single reason, that the children of this planet must never again know the horror of the loss of freedom. That, perhaps, we would retire to a life devoid of the horrors of war and the blatant failure of justice at the hands of  tyrants.

We found victory and the future of the world was held in our bloodied hands.

With the world at stake, we felt justified to torture. We built a machine to listen, to subvert, to kill. The machine became greater than the people, greater than the law, and soon, it turned its eyes on America.

We kill people who are faceless, from “command centers” by remote control. We are far distant from the cries of pain, the screams of the wives and the children who survive. We are soldiers on a nightmarish video game.

Our valor, our honor, our reason, are set aside as man’s worst tendencies play out on a computer screen.

What becomes of a power who fights elements of evil, only to become the very thing that they once defied?

Is it too late?

 

Scott Cahill