Everybody ought to have a six-year-old boy in their lives, whether it is child, grandchild or neighbor kids. Mine happens to be my grandson and unless he is terrorizing a cat or in a bad mood, he makes me laugh.
I have a two and a half year old yellow lab who thinks he owns a beater Ford Ranger pick-up truck I somehow inherited from my son. It has 256,000 miles on it and enough dents to make people assume it was once a demo derby truck, but it runs like a top and is perfect for farming and dog hauling.
My wife’s late model Ford Flex went into the shop and she was forced to drive the Ranger a couple of days. You’d a thought there was something untoward about dog stink and hair all over the back of her coat.
Anyway, we took my wife’s dad out to Sunday lunch and we were splitting up for the afternoon, so I took the Ranger and the dog, and with my six-year-old grandson climbed in. Unless you roll down the window he (the dog, not the grandson) is not happy and clouds the inside window with dog snot. We get to the restaurant, roll down both windows and let the dog think he was master of the universe.
There was a dead doe with two crows picking at it about 20 yards in front of the pick-up, so the dog was mesmerized.
We finish lunch, came out with a true doggy bag for Yeller and as I approach the truck the horn begins to honk with the dog staring out the rear window. My grandson was first to the door and sees immediately the dog honking the horn with his butt. You’d have thought we had just come from Comedy Central or Second City. He laughed and I laughed and he told everybody who crossed his path about the dog honking the horn with its butt.
I’m pretty sure that if we could only view the world from the viewpoint of a six-year-old boy, heart disease would be lowered, stress would be released, we’d actually laugh at all political advertising, ice cream would no longer carry calories with it and sports would be what they were originally meant for…fun.
I’ve never understood anti-Semitism. Never, and I’m as white a white guy as you’re going to find. It could be from the fact that my father’s first cousin, Betty, married a Jewish fellow named Harvey Gandel and Harvey was a really sweet guy, who actually worked in the Hollywood film industry. They lived in Los Angeles and we would always gather when they came back to Iowa for a visit and Harvey (who drank a way too much) would regale us with stories of actors and actresses who came his way.
Everybody loved Betty (a gorgeous blond), so everybody loved Harvey and thus his Jewishness. In our farm home there was never any talk of Jewish conspiracy, or Jews owning U.S. banks or Jews killing Jesus. My dad’s other first cousin, Fred, was killed in WWII fighting the Germans, who murdered six million Jews and our historical reading of WWII history was accurate and unflinching. Our Methodist church roots also told us to leave the Jewish people to God. They were His chosen ones, after all.
Coming to Albia I met Joe Cohen, a WWI veteran and medic who never went overseas because he was treating soldiers in Philadelphia through the great influenza outbreak. I was the youngest and he the oldest in our Rotary Club and we forged a bond of friendship. And there was Sylvia Rosenthal, a prominent Jewish clothier who wrangled me onto the library board and became a close friend. She traveled to Des Moines to worship when she could, but spent most of her free time decorating and lighting the Albia square for Christmas.
There was no offense taken in Jesus to this Jewish woman.
How someone can become so filled with hate to walk into a house of worship and gun down mostly 80 and 90-year-old people because they worship the God of Abraham is beyond anything I can imagine. And for the media and other haters to somehow lay this at the feet of Donald Trump makes them almost as crazy and evil as the guy who pulled the trigger in Pittsburgh.
Peering into another election I’m going to admit to being a one-issue voter. I won’t vote for a candidate who supports abortion.
I was a senior in high school when Roe v Wade was ruled on by the U.S. Supreme Court. As the brother of two previously unwanted, unplanned children (my adopted Korean siblings) the idea that children were somehow expendible or were less important because of the circumstances of their birth never took root. And in 1971, the argument was strictly Biblical… “I knew you in your mother’s womb.” DNA science and genetics weren’t even around so the pro-choice feminists argued life did not begin at conception, but sometime (not really sure when) later.
Nearly a half century later, with 50 million children (and an egregious number of African American children in terms of percentage) aborted, science is squarely on the side of a fully formed human being moments after conception. I’ve been accused by a few of being a “science denier” because I’m a skeptic when it comes to manmade climate change. But I don’t argue the science of a changing climate. Heck, I embrace it. My skepticism comes in when the religion of manmade climate change kicks in. Actual science, the 12,000-year-old kind, shows climate changing almost non-stop, whether the earth was populated by wooly mammoths or hybrid autos.
But mostly Democrats, liberals and progressives who absolutely bow at the feet of Planned Parenthood and its abortion industry, are true science deniers. They also deny the obvious effects of years of America devaluing unborn life. Planned Parenthood’s founder, Margaret Sanger, hatched abortion on demand because she wanted to eliminate blacks in America. Eugenics, the selective breeding of the human race, was her creed. By devaluing the most delicate, unprotected form of human life, we have created now through two generations, too many of whom devalue all life, from conception through old age.
Want to stop school shootings? Try teaching children from the cradle that all life is important and has meaning. Want to end the sexual abuse of women? Try creating a culture that upholds a woman’s life is more important than her sex organs.
Fred Hubbell and his unflinching support for Planned Parenthood and abortion on demand makes it easy for me to cast my ballot. So too many others on the election ballot who are either squishy on life or outright advocates of fixing America by killing the unborn…or people with disabilities…or the aged and infirm.
If you want to talk about funding ways to support girls and women facing unplanned pregnancies, including birth control, adoption, the responsibility of the father, without laying on the added burden of eliminating the life of a child, I’m your guy.