A Christmas Theme from President Obama

Honest, Village Hiker is most definitely not a partisan organization—porno excluded, the company helps almost anyone communicate more clearly, regardless of political and social orientation. Yet, sometimes a political message of remarkable silliness deserves a quick commentary.

Just before Christmas, barackobama.com published this Christmas message, obviously with the approval of the president: “Whether you’re heading out of town or crashing at your parent’s house, this holiday season is the perfect chance to talk with your friends and family about why you’re working to re-elect President Obama.”

Huh? Come one!

While hoping not to appear overly picky, what about: “play games with your kid, work for peace in your heart, enjoy the time of giving, practice generosity from a happy spirit, watch It’s a Wonderful Life?” There are tons of better things than talking about re-electing a politico, even one you may like.

The holiday is Christmas, not Obamamas. Geeze!

Christmas message from Barack Obama dot com

Christmas message from Barack Obama dot com

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Why Jesus As King Makes America Uncomfortable

Liberty, opportunity and responsibility are the ideals of the American spirit. When they internalize these principles, Americans develop personal, social and political allergies to title, rank and royalty.

Because of this, many American Christians experience shortness of breath, stomach cramps and blurred vision when thinking of Jesus as a king. These symptoms expose America’s struggle with the concepts of monarchy.

Royalty made Americans sneeze and cough from the beginning. After wiping away King George, the grateful colonies offered kingship to their military commander and chief. In essence, George Washington replied, “No thanks. Why replace one King George with another? I’m outta here.”

Within a few years, the U. S. Constitutional Convention assembled under the watchful eye of George Washington, who could not be outta there after all. The resulting document is simply the most freeing and lasting political foundation ever created by a diverse group of humans. One reason for its success: it bans government-endorsed royalty in the United States for as long as the American republic exists.

So, talk about Jesus being a king makes American eyes glaze over. Words describing Jesus as royalty just fly by millions of totally free American ears. The basic thought is this: America has no king, America needs no king, with apologies to J.R.R. Tolkein.

Often, the behavior of modern royalty seems to support the American view. Royals are rich, amusing, egocentric and sometimes pretty silly. Royalty tends toward decadence, greed, undo formalism and oppression of people, especially women. Of course, some royals are probably both truly regal and love their subjects. But often they operate above, below and around the rule of natural law. From the view of America, most kings, queens and satraps are pretty aloof. So why would an American follow anyone—including Jesus—as king?

The answer is simple. The behavior of Jesus presents royalty at its perfect best. His subjects were in trouble. Deadly trouble. Looking for a solution, there was no one able to rescue them. So Jesus said, “Hey, I can do this. I’ll go myself.”

Some years after arriving on earth he said, “If you want to lead, you must be ready, willing and able to serve.”

So he did. He came, served, willingly died and rose from the dead as the king of a spiritual kingdom. And he’s coming back to get us, those of us who trust him. Then he’ll set up a physical kingdom.

His present and future kingdoms are for his people worldwide, not just for royalty-troubled Americans. The kingdom of Jesus claims all who hear him, walk humbly with him and trust him. He is the most inclusive monarch of any time.

This is royalty even stubborn, strong-willed and free Americans can follow.

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Zak Needs Bone Marrow! Is it yours?

Zak, 7, needs bone marrow to live. Is it yours? Sign up Sunday, Dec 11, 2011, 12-6 pm, Parish Episcopal School, 4101 Sigma Road, Dallas, Texas.

Who is Zach? A few years ago Zach Guillot was diagnosed with leukemia. He spent the last half of his pre-k year in and out of the hospital, mostly in. He fought the hard battle and went into remission with a bone marrow transplant from his younger brother, Jake.

About this time last year Zach was able to return to school. He started doing things kindergarteners are supposed to do–playing T-ball, going to camp, hanging out with his brother and sister, and traveling with his family.

For 17 months Zach lived cancer-free.

Last week the leukemia returned. His renewed life of normalcy came to an abrupt halt.

Now a first grader, Zak is back at Children’s Medical Center undergoing massive doses of chemotherapy. In addition, he needs another bone marrow transplant, this time from a non-family donor.

Zach needs your help.

While this is short notice during the busy holiday season please help give hope to Zak and his family.

If you have never tested your bone marrow, it is easy–swabbing your cheek with a q-tip. Zak and his family, the Guillots, would very much appreciate your time and effort.

Again, you can sign up, Sunday, Dec 11, 2011, 12-6 pm, Parish Episcopal School, 101 Sigma Road, Dallas, Texas.

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Past President of Texas SAR Dies in Dallas Suburb

James G. RobertsonJames G. Robertson, Jr., a skillful genealogist, past president of the Texas Society Sons of the American Revolution, World War II veteran and former systems sales engineer for IBM died August 10, 2011 in a Plano, Texas, hospital.

According to family members he died of complications related to overall failing health.

Read Mr. Robertson’s obituary.

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King Kong? A Slightly Misunderstood T-Shirt!

“I love that movie,” said the gal working the checkout.

The electronics store was busy for a weekday evening. I had dropped in, snatched a stack of blank DVDs and was vying for a quick exit. Her comment hiccuped my pace. She was clearly inspecting the bright letters standing out on my black T.

Movie? With the exception of a very specific Mickey Mouse, I never work for free as a roaming advertisement for Hollywood or Bollywood or anyone else seeking my cash for their aggrandizement. You want advertising on my shirt? Pay up…. As if that’s gonna happen! Only the round-eared mouse wearing a wizard hat receives my voluntary promo. Why? Not saying! But today, the T said something else.

Double checking—just to make sure—I glanced down, scanning the mix of Chinese and English written symbols—each the translation of the other.

What movie?

I had no idea.

Looking up we connected eye-to-eye. I lip-smiled. Grinning, she obviously knew something I did not.

She continued, “It’s so cool when the gorilla grabs up Ann and scales the high-rise. I love King Kong.”

King Kong Carries Off Ann

King Kong Carries Off Ann

While fun—and sometimes rewarding—retail is a tiring business. On your feet all day you strive to serve the diverse desires and needs of people in all types of physical and emotional conditions. By closing time you are most definitely worn down. Your mind goes slightly gimpy.

To hedge my laughter I squinted into my best, sincere, i-know-how-you-feel, all-crows-feet, duchenne smile. You can’t fake a duchenne. It’s real from your innermost being or it’s not duchenne. Duchenne emits empathy.

“Yeah! It is a great movie!” I replied. “You have a good evening. Be careful driving home.”

“Thanks,” she smiled back, “I will.”

The blocky letters on my T…

Hong Kong from a T-Shirt

Hong Kong from a T-Shirt

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Can Rick Perry Practice His Faith in Public?

The governor of Texas and his prayer rally friends invited everyone to an event in Houston to seek the presence of God during troubling times. The US Constitution clearly allows this, saying “Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof…”

The US Constitution very clearly prohibits the government from legislating any religion as mandatory. It also prevents the government from silencing religion—private or public. That is the whole voice of the US Constitution as it relates to religion and government. From a constitutional point of view, in the US, all people can fearlessly practice their faith or no faith. The US Constitution supports religious pluralism.

This protection from government imposed religion and government suppression of religion applies to all people—private citizens and elected politicians. Politicians, including Texas Governor Rick Perry, are permitted to practice their religion—or no religion—privately or publicly—with the same freedoms as other individuals.

While the Houston rally invited everyone, because the Texas governor and his prayer rally friends are Christian the Houston event naturally had a Christian feel, as compared to, for example, the faith of Shinto.

When in Japan we clap and bow as a sign of respect before entering a Shinto shrine. While this does not make us Shintoists—Shinto means “the way of the Gods”—neither does it make us particularly at home in a Shinto shrine. But that is okay. We still stand with our friends in Japan during their time of need. Likewise, it is okay for the Houston event to be Christian in tone. It is okay for non-Christians to accept this—not tolerate it, but accept it—feel a little uncomfortable and attend.

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3:10 to Yuma

In tough economic times—and face it, times are still tough—this story reminds you about the values of trust, love and sacrifice. All of the main characters—Ben Wade, Dan Evans, William Evans, and even Alice Evans—illustrate the real conflicts we know inside, unless we are cardboard like Charlie Prince or Emma Nelson. Until the conflict at the railroad camp, Doc Potter provides welcome comic relief. While the violence is intense and the language a bit rough, the goodness in the bad and the badness in the good, plus comments from Ben Wade about fake Christianity, make this a good conversation starter for you and your 17 and older friends.

Read the complete review.

Available in Blue Ray (See all Outlaws Westerns) from Amazon.

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A Leucistic White Red-Tailed Hawk

Lakota first came to the attention of humans when a birds of prey rehabilitation center rescued her from starvation in the wilds of Louisiana, a southern state of the United States. Flying free after her recovery, the red-tailed hawk was soon starving again in the bushes and boondocks of the Bayou State. Her second redemption became permanent. As with many avian hunters, Lakota had found the natural world too difficult for living.

“Seventy five percent of birds of prey die during their first year of life,” says Steve Martin, bird trainer and president of Natural Encounters, an animal training organization headquartered in Winter Haven, Florida. Martin was in Dallas, Texas putting on the Kroger Birds of the World Show during the State Fair of Texas.

As part of the exhibition, Lakota glides from the Texas Star ferris wheel to the hand of her trainer on the amphitheater stage. Exiting in an easy float with wings fully spread, she pulls in tight for her very fast descent—a streak of white.

Unique among her peers, Lakota stands out because of her lightening color. According to Martin, she is very rare. Her feathers shine pure white, with no amber flecks on her chest, brown in her wings or red on her tail. Her legs are yellow with translucent tan talons.

“Lakota is leucistic,” says Lindsey, one of Lakota’s handlers. “She has no pigment in her feathers. She is not albino. An albino would have pink eyes.”

Lakota sees the world through deep black centers rimed in dark honey. She watches strangers with a wholehearted interest. An exceptional red-tailed hawk, Lakota may be aware of her special beauty.

Lakota and Lindsey, hawk and handler, after the Kroger Birds of the World Show at the  State Fair of Texas in 2010. Lakota is a pure white red-tailed hawk.

Lakota and Lindsey, hawk and handler, after the Kroger Birds of the World Show at the State Fair of Texas in 2010. Lakota is a pure white red-tailed hawk.

A red-tailed hawk, Lakota is leucistic, having no pigment in her feathers. Her honey and deep black eyes show she is not albino.

A red-tailed hawk, Lakota is leucistic, having no pigment in her feathers. Her honey and deep black eyes show she is not albino.

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When an Elderly Marine Cries

The Old Marine walked in upright and loose under his WWII cap.

“Good morning, sir, how may I help you?”

“I need a notebook computer.”

He paid for a 13-inch aluminum model. Good eyes for an older guy. He wears no lenses.

“May I ask where you served?”

“I went ashore on Borneo.”

“Oh! My dad covered your landing. He worked fire control on the USS Montpelier CL-57. She was a Cleveland Class Light Cruiser.”

“I know,” he said with instant tears. “Tell him thanks.”

Damp eyes and streaked cheeks come easy for the combat veterans remaining.

While the research never ends, writing the story begins.

USS Montpelier Shells and Explodes Gas Plant in Balikpapan, Borneo

USS Montpelier Shells and Explodes Gas Plant in Balikpapan, Borneo

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How to Play the Cultural Sensitivity Trump Card

Suppose you are an American in Paris or a Connecticut Yankee in King Author’s Court. In a pub. Your ancestors are mostly Old World Europeans. Even with your great great grandmother’s pureblood Shawnee heritage, you are a white guy—a tiny one-sixteenth American Indian, Bud. Admit it, white guy. It pretty well condenses your life—rich, lily white, egocentric, culturally insensitive male humanoid—according to the ever changing politically correct opinions of the world, whatever that means.

So, there you are, socially drinking. Among foreigners. Playfully pushy outsiders. Except, you are in their country, Mr. White Guy Alien. Even worse, you alone stand as the defender against a full-court press of questions—difficult ones and legitimate, too—about race relations among Whites, Blacks, Hispanics, Puerto Ricans, Asians, Polynesians and American Indians, in the land of the free and the home of the brave.

Your brains takes a strike from that Puerto Ricans fastball. Puerto Ricans? Roberto Clemente! Victor Pellot! Er, Vic Power! That’s what they mean. They wish to talk baseball. Everyone loves baseball! Right? Hum? Maybe not. Anyway, Puerto Rico? Other than hard batting right fielders or stretchy first basemen, when was the last time you thought anything at all about Puerto Rico or Puerto Ricans?

Back to the play, you watch the forwards, centers and guards passing the ball with agility—heading your way. Most definitely, they are going to score. So you call time out. Scanning their eyes one-by-one, you admit it, “Yes, you’re right.”

They step back, stupefied.

It’s your turn.

“We’ve treated minorities terribly,” you continue, “and sometimes we still do. And we’ve paid an awful price for it. And we’re still paying that price. We’ve created poverty, kids without dads, a drug snorting culture feeding gang wars on our southern borders. We have a whole race of people who live on isolated lands. They gamble and they drink. We are a mess. But, who does the world call on when there is trouble? Us! The capitalist pigs. The imperialist war mongers. America. They want our wealth. They want our technology. They want our military power. They want our aid. They want our protection. And they usually get what they want. And we all come—the Whites, the Blacks, the Hispanics, the Ruerto Picans, the Asians, the Polynesians, the American Indians. We all come together, as Americans.”

They are looking at each other, a little confused, so you slip by them. “You have no idea what it’s like to be the only remaining super power—the country everyone hates, but everyone needs.”

Pausing for effect you flip your trump card. “We’re a mess, but we work hard at being right. And you’re not American. So you can’t possibly understand. You have no idea.”

While you’ve left lots of intellectual holes—you know it and they feel a little uneasy about your easy speech—they also know your main argument is true. Mostly. They are pretty sure about that. With their hair de-curling, falling droopy to their neck backs, they lightly toss the ball to you. You set it aside as tension flows away. You all order drinks and turn to the IPTV football game. Or is that soccer?

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