Current events define us as a people. But does the currency we carry in our pockets?
E Pluribus Unum.
It’s engraved on our money that accounts for our wealth as a nation. A wealth that has little to do with our gross national product. It doesn’t relate all that much to the interest rates or market shares. And it’s really not indicative of saving plans, pension funds or even things we own.
E. Pluribus Unim
It’s a little three-word Latin phrase that we haven’t lived up to recently. It’s high time we heeded this motto that has held us together in low times. It’s time we remembered we will only thrive when we celebrate our oneness in the midst of diversity.
He modeled how the right and left can work together
Like the pineapple with which we typically associate the name of Dole, the kid from Russell, Kansas could be prickly on the outside.
Bob Dole knew how to protect himself. He had a sharp wit. He did not suffer fools gladly. But once you got inside his skin, you’d quickly discover that he was as sweet as they come. This wounded veteran from middle America, empathized with the common man. This admired Senator was a born leader. He became an American hero.
A man who spoke his mind, Bob had the innate ability to dole out both criticisms and affirmations when deserved.
But unlike Paul Hollywood (of The Great British Bakeoff fame), this one whose death we grieve today would never extend the right hand of fellowship. His injuries from a righteous war left him with the use of his right side. Bob would have to learn to write with a hand that had never previously held a pen.
This remarkable man would also teach us what it meant to be ambidextrous in terms of relationship. He was a capable of friendship with those on both sides of the aisle.
Did I mention that a woman by the name of Elizabeth became the queen of his heart? And from this earthly monarch, Bob discovered what it meant to submit to the rule of Heaven’s King. As a loyal subject, this kid from Kansas came to understand what it means to be a child of God.
Trump’s “locker room talk” in the Bush league was disgraceful, demeaning and lewd. And his running back (Mike Pence) is pensive from his quarterback’s comments most crude.
Still Hillary isn’t much better. She’s been intercepted a lot. And those emails ruled out-of-bounds clearly were illegal. Good thing she got caught.
This gridiron game is a mud bowl. What’s slung by each team should be flagged. The offensive lines are insulting. They’re enough to make anyone gag.
Questioning Colin Kaepernick’s refusal to stand for the national anthem
O say can’t you stand when our flag is unfurled though our nation is fraught with both bias and hatred? Don’t you owe some respect though you have some regrets for the rights you enjoy and the blessings you cherish?
Colin, aren’t you aware disrespect breeds despair and the choices you make may soon come back to haunt you? O say does that Star-Spangled Banner yet wave o’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
The Party of Abe Lincoln has become a funeral wake. The only punch that’s served are verbal jabs. Trump and Cruz just keep on swinging like two bullies at recess while the right to lead our nation’s up for grabs.
The campaign trail is littered with what stinks and often steams. Every week there’s more to hate and less to love. No one’s acting presidential. Late night talk shows think it’s bliss as they joke about what we’re all thinking of.
Honest Abe just can’t believe it. He is turning in his grave. Truth and decency has joined him six feet down. The Democrats are giddy. They smell vic’try in the air. A GOP contender can’t be found.
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