For those of you that are regular readers of this blog, you might wonder, “Where’s Captain Digital?” The answer is, I’ve been busy, taking care of family stuff. And unfortunately, I’m not yet done.
I’d love to tell you all about it, and someday, perhaps I will. Suffice it to say that family’s gotta come first. Of course it didn’t help that I expected to have web access here, and that didn’t happen until late last night/early this morning.
I’ll be back sometime soon, I hope. In the meantime, please forgive me if I’m not able to post as often as I’d like.
Talk to you soon.
Right up front, lemme say that I’m on the side of those that treasure traditional values – family, religion, country…that sort of thing. I’m a huge believer in the sanctity of the family. In fact, I believe that the family answers to God first. I believe that the government is supposed to work for us – not us for them. And I believe that Parents are the ultimate authority (after God) over their kids – not the State.
Unfortunately for all of us, that is directly opposite from the philosophy of our new President and his administration.
Even worse, there’s been a group actively working on softening us all up, in preparation for the Obama administration’s big push towards Socialism. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you…Hollywood. Continue reading The Decline and Fall of the American Family.
I have a great family. Like all families, you care about all of your siblings, cousins, aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, parents, grandparents, and kids. Like all families, there are some you would like even if you weren’t related to them – and some that you wouldn’t. What’s good about family members you really like is that you can disagree with them, but still love them and care about them – agree to disagree, if you will. What’s bad is that sometimes they do something you vehemently disagree with, but you love them, so you don’t do what you would normally do with a perfect stranger – use your powers of persuasion, logic, reason, and oratory to reduce their position to dust, leaving them a quivering mass of protoplasm.
I have such a family member. My registered Republican brother-in-law, we’ll call him “Joe the Contractor” for anonymity sake, is proudly sporting a “Texans for Obama” bumper sticker.
Oh, the shame! Continue reading When loved ones cross over into the dark side.