The American Constitution: Why It Endures

A  little something to ponder on the day after Constitution Day:

September 17th is Constitution Day.


M.E. Bradford in “A Worthy Company” summarizes their religious views. He writes, “With no more than five exceptions (and perhaps no more than three) they [the 55 delegates] were orthodox members of established Christian communions: Approximately 29 were Anglicans, 16 to 18 Calvinists [Presbyterians and Dutch Reformed], two Methodists, two Lutherans, two Roman Catholics, one lapsed Quaker and sometimes Anglican, and one open Deist—Dr. Ben Franklin.”

But how can it be shown that the Constitution was shaped by biblical presuppositions? The single most important foundational doctrine in forming a civil government is what is called the “doctrine of man,” or the “doctrine of human nature.” Most of the Founders held to a biblical view that man is depraved, sinful and frail but, through Christ, capable of regeneration. That conventional Christian view of man was predominate among the Founders. Both James Madison and Alexander Hamilton used the term “depravity” to refer to man’s capability to do evil with political power (The Federalist, #37 and #78). Even Jefferson, the least orthodox of the Founders (who incidentally was not a delegate to the Constitutional Convention), said in the Kentucky Resolutions of 1798: “In questions of power, let no more be heard of confidence in man, but bind him down from mischief by the chains of the Constitution.” How was the Constitution shaped by that view of man?

Madison, in Federalist #51, which may be the most important commentary in American political history wrote, “If men were angels, no government would be necessary.”

Source: The American Constitution: Why It Endures | Catholic Lane

Their genius is above all in writing a document that when fairly applied, provides the civil framework that keeps the government in its place. That is the fundamental corruption we are seeing now. One of application, not of prescription.

A Man for All Seasons


There were plenty of heroes on 9/11. Fire and police and port authority all going in. Passengers counterattacking on Flight 93 and various civilians and military in New York and the Pentagon. Even what the military calls NCA, the National Command Authority.


If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,

And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch;

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run –

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,

And – which is more – you’ll be a Man my son!


But the one that is my especial hero of the day; is my hero because of how he lived his life.

A British NCO from Cornwall who served in the Parachute Regiment, immigrated to the US, served as Platoon Leader, B Co 2/7 Cavalry in the 1st Cavalry Division (Airmobile) in the battle of Ia Drang, where he gave the British commands of ‘Fix Bayonets, On Line, Ready forward’. His picture is on the cover of ‘We Were Soldiers’. It is a praiseworthy story prompting us to Remember ,

but it doesn’t end there.

On 9/11 he was vice-president in charge of security at Morgan Stanley Dean Witter. We all know what happened that day, but do we remember that only six Morgan Stanley employees died when their building was obliterated. One them was this man, now a retired Colonel, who stayed to make sure he got his people out. In all those situations, he was singing an old song commemorating the resistance of the Cornish against the British, and Roark’s Drift in the Boer War, and other engagements. That song is:

Men of Cornwall stop your dreaming;
Can’t you see their spearpoints gleaming?
See their warriors’ pennants streaming
To this battlefield.
Men of Cornwall stand ye steady;
It cannot be ever said ye
for the battle were not ready;
Stand and never yield!

That man was Colonel Rick Rescorla and he is a legend in the 7th Cavalry. He is not a man any of us should ever forget. A real life Sagaman, who lived quietly amongst us. From Shakespeare:

“His life was gentle, and the elements
So mix’d in him that Nature might stand up
And say to all the world ‘This was a man!'”

The tragedy of 911 was this; multiplied by three thousand.

After having reached safety, Rescorla returned to the building to rescue others still inside. He was last seen heading up the stairs of the tenth floor of the collapsing WTC 2. His remains have not been recovered. He left a wife and two children.

He is my hero not least because he fulfilled to the last breath the leadership credo that the Air Force taught me, and so many others:

First: The Mission

Always: the People

Last: Yourself

And thus, on this September 10th the story of how the people of a great American financial institution were rescued by the 7th U.S. Cavalry (Custer’s Own).

That was fourteen years ago today. Often it seems a lifetime, as leadership wanes, and enemies multiply. But perhaps, if we have faith, in God, and in ourselves, all may yet be well. As always, Kipling said it well.


God of our fathers, known of old,
   Lord of our far-flung battle-line,
Beneath whose awful Hand we hold
   Dominion over palm and pine—
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!

The tumult and the shouting dies;
   The Captains and the Kings depart:
Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice,
   An humble and a contrite heart.
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!

Far-called, our navies melt away;
   On dune and headland sinks the fire:
Lo, all our pomp of yesterday
   Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!
Judge of the Nations, spare us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!

If, drunk with sight of power, we loose
   Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe,
Such boastings as the Gentiles use,
   Or lesser breeds without the Law—
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!

For heathen heart that puts her trust
   In reeking tube and iron shard,
All valiant dust that builds on dust,
   And guarding, calls not Thee to guard,
For frantic boast and foolish word—
Thy mercy on Thy People, Lord!

23,226 Days

"I cannot lead you into battle. I do not give you laws or administer justice but I can do something else - I can give my heart and my devotion to these old islands and to all the peoples of our brotherhood of nations" Queen Elizabeth II, Christmas broadcast 1957

“I cannot lead you into battle. I do not give you laws or administer justice but I can do something else – I can give my heart and my devotion to these old islands and to all the peoples of our brotherhood of nations”
Queen Elizabeth II, Christmas broadcast 1957

The New Elizabethan Age

That’s a pretty long time, a bit over 63 years in fact. And that is how long Elizabeth has been Queen, at 11:30 CDT, it will be longer than any British monarch, ever. I’d say she’s been one of the best.

I think she’s likely had a good bit to do with keeping Great Britain together through some pretty stressful times. Of course, her ancestors know a certain amount about that, she is, after all, a direct descendant of King Alfred the Great of Wessex, and so of the oldest ruling line in Europe, ruling (well, presiding over) the oldest nation state in the world.

It’s hard to believe that she was an ambulance driver in the Second World War, seems like several lifetimes ago, even to those of us, who know many of those who survived, including some rather famous people. Most of whom justifiably got that way, during the war.

article-1382331-0BD9943C00000578-288_634x421She will take that longevity record from her great-great-grandmother, Victoria. It was her mother, Elizabeth Bowes-Lyon, wife of King George VI, who started the tradition, of Brtish royal brides bouquets be placed on the tomb of The Unknown Warrior, a lovely gesture, a remembrance of her brother Fergus, an officer of the Black Watch, killed at Loos, in 1915. It sometimes seems so long ago, but it really wasn’t. And we can easily say that it is likely that without The Queen Mother, and the Queen, and their very strong sense of duty, it is unlikely that the monarchy itself would have survived, and we would all be the poorer for it.

And so, the queen will mark the day by reopening a railroad closed by the infamous Beeching report’s consequences, it will reopen with a steam drawn train, as is appropriate for the largest railway opening in Britain since Victoria was queen, and one that closing hurt Scotland badly.

But perhaps the highest tribute to the Queen is the fact that she oversaw the transformation of the Empire – her Mother was the last Empress of India – into the Commonwealth. Which is, in fact, a tribute to what the Britsh and the Empire accomplished, not least because it is voluntary. As an American, I think it safe to say, it also contains the best friends, this group of former colonials could ever hope to have.

Thoughts on the Black Lives Matter Protesters


This is superbly said, and most important.

Originally posted on Life In The Gym:

This is an off topic post so if you’re here for the gym stuff, come on back and see me tomorrow!


For the Black Lives Matter Protesters and Supporters

Useful Idiot is a term that you may or may not be familiar with.  It’s use is often attributed to Vladimir Lenin.  Regardless of it’s actual point of origin, it’s used to describe people who function as tools in a cause whose ultimate goals they are blind to and whose leaders hold them in contempt while simultaneously using them for their own ends. In the case of Black Lives Matter, it describes a purposeful manipulation of emotion and a spoonfeeding of propaganda on the part of the more powerful leaders that is taken up by the street level protestors or “marks” as truth.  

You see, they are using you, my friends.  They’re using you as attack dogs to help in…

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They Hate Your Guts | The Weekly Standard



If you’ve been here  long, you’ll know that I love P.J. O’Rourke likely more than any humorist writer since mark twain, although Will Rogers is pretty good as well. In this, a letter to the Democratic voters, P.J. again nails many, many it’s.

There is simply no point to me wasting time, commenting on this, it is simply wonderful, and so close to true that it is eerie. So enjoy:


I would like to address myself to the poor, the huddled masses, the wretched refugees teeming to America’s shore, the homeless, the economically, socially, and mentally tempest-tossed. Also, I’d like to address the young, the hip, the progressive, the compassionate, and the caring. I’d like a word with everyone who votes for Democrats.

Democrats hate your guts.

Democrats need your vote and they’ll do anything—no matter how low and degrading—to get it. They hate you the way a whore hates a john.

All politicians hate people. Politics is a way to gain power over people without justification for having that power. Nothing in the 11,000-year history of politics—going back to the governing elites of Mesopotamia—indicates that politicians are wiser, smarter, kinder, more moral, or better skilled at any craft (aside from politics) than we are.

But political rulers need the acquiescence of the ruled to slake the craving for power. Politicians hate you the way a junkie hates junk.

Politicians gain power by means of empty promises or threats, or both when they’re on their game. Should you vote for people who are good at politics? No. You should vote for Republicans. We’re lousy.

Believe me, I know why you don’t vote for Republicans. You see the Republican candidates and they look so .  .  . Bush-League, Dog Walker, Rubio Rube, Get-Outta-the-Carson, Hucka-Upchuck, Ap-Paul-ling, Cruz Control, Fat-Fried Christie Crispy, Son-of-a-Kasich, Dingleberry Perry, Flee the Fiorina, Sancta-Santorum, Graham Cracker, and Nervous 7/11 Night Shift Manager Jindal.

And never mind the busted flush Trump Card who should be spray-painted with Rust-Oleum primer, have a squirt gun super-glued to his hand, and kicked through the front door of the Ferguson, Mo., police station.

You think, “I don’t want to vote for these people.”

Just between you and me, we Republicans think the same thing.

Source: They Hate Your Guts | The Weekly Standard

Decadence, Part 2, Sex

Decadence_Title_(Screenshot)Well, we’re going back to our series on decadence. This time we are going to talk about sex, and yes the video is a bit NSFW.

And that very statement tells you much of the problem, it’s not that we’re oversexed, maybe we are, but maybe we always have been. The problem is that we have commodified people (yes, especially women) to sell everything under the sun, including this video, deploring it. Well, markets tend to use that which works, nothing new here, and physically beautiful women can sell nearly anything to (especially young) men. It is, deal with it.

But nothing says that we have to participate. Don’t believe in this evil nonsense? Turn off your TV, buy other products, whatever. Don’t muck about with a boycott, just do it. Mass media, at least in America, is dying, not least because it only talks to itself. Especially on the internet, while you can find all the vile and disgusting things everybody talks about, you can also find more good, uplifting stuff, than you dreamed existed, so go and explore.

And for the (mostly) young guys out there that think sex is the main thing. Try something for yourself. Instead of thinking only about how to get that ‘babe’ you just met into your bed, sit down and talk to her, get to know her, her hopes and dreams, what she likes and what she doesn’t. You might  be surprised, you might end up with a very good friend. Women are fascinating, but it’s much deeper than their looks and sex. Yes, there are quite a few that are rather vapid and/ or unpleasant. Careful, they might say the same about you, or me and they may well be right.

And you want to know something else? Sex with someone you love is at least an order of magnitude better than rutting like animals. Sex is good, Love is unbelievably better, for everyone involved.

Now, remember this is NSFW, mostly because of nudity.

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