The picture is of our manufactured home being delivered. It happened this February 13. For me, probably the last home in this life, it happened on my eighty-second February 13. What a change it will be! For the last almost 9 years, Karen and I have lived in 300 square feet on wheels. We're going from small lockers to a walk-in closet, from a cramped shower to a large shower and jet tub, and a second bath, from an 8 cubic foot refrigerator and freezer to an 18 cubic foot refrigerator and freezer with automatic ice maker, plus another 15 cubic feet of cold storage in the utility room, from a small kitchen counter in our RV to a large counter and breakfast bar, a kitchen with abundant cabinets and drawers, plus a dishwasher. All of this is wonderful, but to be sure there are compensations for giving up a luxurious home. Karen and I lived on a sailboat for six months. It was our choice to retire, sell out, buy an RV and hit the road. We've gotten a lot more out of life by being adaptable.
I was 55 when I met Karen. She was 45. Both of us had lived through miserable failures in marriage. There's nothing worse. We'd both made a hard choice: divorce. We survived. Karen is the warm, friendly type. I'm the go-it-alone independent. A three time loser in marriage, but never a hermit, our marriage has worked out well for us.
The universe is full of uncontrolled energy, exploding suns and such. However, I'm constantly reminded of controlled energy, energy that grows through consciousness and communication. "Alone we grow, together we empower." See Cosmic Gifts of the Universe
When I was 49, a vocational guidance test found me with the adventurous mind of an 18 year-old. I had tried to adjust. I'd fought the business world battle again for four years. No way! I'd been bitten by the free thinker bug. I was more than ready to return to my life at sea.
Karen was the "moss covered" Oregonian, and not what she wanted, I can tell you, not what she was born to be. Although she didn't know it when we met, I was the rolling stone who took charge of her life. Away Karen went on a living adventure. I announced one day that for our honeymoon we were going to Florida, buy a sailboat and sail to the Caribbean. All the way to Salt Lake City Karen repeated that she couldn't believe she was going with me on this lark. I was confident that she would change. In Salt Lake City, Karen announced that she believed she was doing it. As we drove up the western slope of the Rockies, she was singing The Bear Went Over the Mountain. I was right!
I knew Karen was meant for me. From the moment we met, I knew it. My lover is a cosmic gift. The greatest source of energy is instantaneous energy, beyond local forces. The greatest source is the universal mind, of which we are all extensions.
What a life our's has been! Back where we began, our great adventure commenced 27 years ago. As you see in the above picture, our traveling days are done, and with no regrets on my part. We've found the perfect place to drop our landing gear for good, Big Valley Woods, a unique development in the tall timber 30 miles toward Portland from Mt. Hood.
Last November, Karen asserted that she hated to think about living in a trailer the rest of her life. My comment: "Stop thinking about it. We don't have a choice." (Since we sold our home and hit the road, the cost of a home has doubled.) A week after Karen's comment-that's all it took-I received a letter from the V.A. notifying me I was approved for 100 percent disability. They were writing the letter when Karen uttered her remark! The instantaneous power of the cosmos, the power that gave her to me, answered my queen's prayer.
I don't argue with the power of the universe over us. Due to a service related injury during World War II, I'm permanently unemployable. The notice was out of the blue. I was not expecting it. We could afford the home you see being delivered. My problem is my thee unsuccessful marriages. In all three cases, the cause was that I wasn't seen as the provider, the head of the house. I earned an above average income. I'd have been a millionaire had it not been for three divorces. When I was a boy, the divorce rate was a small fraction of today's divorce rate. People have not developed the idea that government was ever our individual or family keeper. The family was the cornerstone of America. I want to pass on to the young folks who never experienced the world I lived in when I was a boy that we depended on the family, not government. Divorce was a rare thing. There was only one breadwinner. My mom was there for me. Today's moms work in order to pay for other people's keep. It's flat out wrong.
The difference in Karen and my former wives, as far as I'm concerned, is that I trust Karen; she trusts me. Why should we trust government? Government doesn't trust us. As it usually happens in marriages, things have not always worked out well for Karen and I. We've experienced some really depressing disappointments, although our love for one another made the bad experiences much easier to bear. I've learned the hard way that the secret of our good life is faith in self and determination. Don't give up. Things will work out. Surely, all of us have guardian angels. We aren't listening.
This brings me to an important point, and the reason for this blog. I'm still on an adventure in mind. There is an unresolved problem I want to discuss here. At my age, I'm consciously aware that I'm atrophying, but at the same time consciously aware of our increasing purpose in life. It is that which gives me a jest for living. My responsibility is greater than self. I've a bigger than life calling.
I'm speaking to the young who are fully capable. The presidential candidates getting the most votes are knocking themselves out telling everyone how much they will do for us if we vote for them. They are not talking to the young. They are talking to me. While I'm deeply grateful for the American people's generosity, I want my fellow Americans to know that government's true purpose is not to help the individual.
I've a story to tell the young. When I needed a leg up, my government put this low paid worker on the street in the name of federal income tax. It is all recorded in court documents. So, I thank the American people, but it makes no sense to me that government took my God-given right from me when I needed a helping hand with one hand and now gives me the means to buy a home with the other. People make government. You would not ask your neighbor for a handout. Why do you ask government for your neighbor's sweat.
Government is mindless. We, the people, are the government's mind. For everything the political campaigners say they are going to give us, it means taking from someone. The vote should not be about giving to some people and taking from others. How on earth can someone in Washington, D.C. know what over 300 million individuals in America need? Government is not meant to be our keeper.
Another thing I want to point out to my young friends, my Webster's College Dictionary defines liberal as, (1), favorable to progressive reform, (2), designating a political party advocating measures of progressive political reform, (3), based on views advocating individual freedom of action and expression. Conservative is defined as disposed to pursue existing conditions and to limit change. By definition, there is not the slightest question about it, all of the successful candidates for the presidency are conservatives. Those candidates who want a progressive change for the nation's young, for our future, the elimination of federal income tax and the IRS, are losing. If you believe in yourselves, my young friends, you must support those who are looking out for you.
There is no difference in the basic philosophies of Clinton, Obama and McCain. All three are for big, central government. To my young friends, say I, know that the rich go where the money is. All three of the top candidates, in order to remain in office, depend on the rich. All are for no change that would in any way adversely affect the status quo, making dependents of the masses, which is anything but social security. It takes food off of the working poor's table and gives his or her wherewithal to the rich to pay their country club bills. Furthermore, Social Security is anything but insurance. It arbitrarily takes the fruit of every worker's labor.
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The tax America's struggling youth pay reminds me of the mythical Greek siren's song. They sang melodies so beautiful that sailors passing by couldn't resist getting closer to them. Following the sound of the music, the sailors would steer their boats towards them or jump in the water to get closer. Either way, it always ended in disaster on the rocks.
To America's youth, say I, federal withholding tax took my rent money. I came home from my night time job. It was midnight when my key didn't work in my one-room apartment door. The lock had been changed. I was relegated to the street-homeless-and nobody heard me. Nobody spoke for me. I can't forget that. The politicians in control of America are frauds.
Things have changed quite drastically in America since Social Security became law. The longer it remains the law, the more the cost, the less the return for those who pay. Social Security is the granddaddy of immensely popular federal entitlements. Say I: "We don't need government entitlements."
Speaking to the young, I ask: Who are the future taxpayers going to vote for when you are ready to retire? Are future voters going to vote for someone who supports Social Security, a program that will take two dollars from the taxpayers for every dollar it gives back? I don't think so. I pray that any authority give me anything in the law in practice, or court decisions, that protects your government entitlement. I've been in every court in the land. America's judges are frauds. If you've recently entered the work force in America, you are dreaming if you think Social Security will not be replaced long before you retire. For you, Social Security is a tax for incumbent politicians, and nothing more. To the young, say I: Don't forget that America's makers and keepers of the law protected the owners of slaves. And keep in mind, too, that King George wanted the American people to pay tax for his grandiose plan.
When in Rome, one does as the Romans do. I do sincerely thank the American people for my new home, but once again advise that if you believe in yourself and your natural rights, you don't vote to be kept by the taxpayers. You vote for the candidates for progressive change.
The truth of the matter is that the makers and keepers of America's law don't mind spilling your blood for their own aggrandizement. I didn't risk my life in World War II for this. I'm a disabled veteran who says America's control has to go if you, the young, expect a life worth living.