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"I will greatly rejoice in the LORD, my soul shall be joyful in my God; for He hath clothed me with the garments of SALVATION, He hath covered me with the garments of RIGHTEOUSNESS, as bridegroom decketh himself with ornaments, and as a bride adorneth herself with jewels. For as the earth bringeth forth her bud, and as the GARDEN causeth the things that are sown in it to SPRING FORTH, so the Lord GOD will cause RIGHTEOUSNESS and PRAISE to spring forth before ALL NATIONS."

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Cake

It's funny...France just can't seem to get it right. I guess nothing changes much.

While the infant America was showing the world how to set up a government for the people, by the people - France was struggling to free themselves in one of the most violent and horrendous displays of a people struggling against a government that was too oppressive. The French Revolution was a stern and frightening reminder of the desperate acts that humanity will reduce themselves to in an effort to take back the right to work, live, eat and breath  for oneself. It is unfortunate that they missed the mark. It only instilled an insecurity and neediness of another kind.

I'm sure those surly peasants thirsty for the blood of the nobility, would be turning over on their graves to see the display of their progeny's today. With despicable whining and crying, the French people have decided this week to riot in retaliation that their nanny government has decided who, when and for how long the people should actually work to earn their bread.

Maybe Marie Antoinette's political advice wasn't too far off - just two hundred years too early.

Make no mistake about it - the French will receive their cake. So will the comrades of every other country in Europe and across the world who embraces the ideology of Socialism, Unionism and Communism. Well, America? Will we continue to blindly accept with open hands whatever the government doles out? Will we be happy to think we're standing on our rights when we squeal with intermittent whining when we think we're getting short-changed?

Or will it be too late when we're choking on the stale, dry crumbs of our tiny piece of government-allotted richness and the fresh, warm taste of the self-baked bread of labor is only a faint memory?

Over my guillotined body.

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