Archive for May, 2012
I won’t be on line much this weekend (not that I’m here for any length of time to begin with lately). Frankly its my intent to avoid it as much as I can. I’m sure I won’t be able to resist sending some random inane update via my phone that no one will read. But here’s something that I hope you do read.
Although no sculptured marble should rise to their memory, nor engraved stone bear record of their deeds, yet will their remembrance be as lasting as the land they honored. ~Daniel Webster
Are they dead that yet speak louder than we can speak, and a more universal language? Are they dead that yet act? Are they dead that yet move upon society and inspire the people with nobler motives and more heroic patriotism? ~Henry Ward Beecher
Decoration Day is the most beautiful of our national holidays…. The grim cannon have turned into palm branches, and the shell and shrapnel into peach blossoms. ~Thomas Bailey Aldrich
I have never been able to think of the day as one of mourning; I have never quite been able to feel that half-masted flags were appropriate on Decoration Day. I have rather felt that the flag should be at the peak, because those whose dying we commemorate rejoiced in seeing it where their valor placed it. We honor them in a joyous, thankful, triumphant commemoration of what they did. ~Benjamin Harrison
These heroes are dead. They died for liberty – they died for us. They are at rest. They sleep in the land they made free, under the flag they rendered stainless, under the solemn pines, the sad hemlocks, the tearful willows, and the embracing vines. They sleep beneath the shadows of the clouds, careless alike of sunshine or of storm, each in the windowless Place of Rest. Earth may run red with other wars – they are at peace. In the midst of battle, in the roar of conflict, they found the serenity of death. I have one sentiment for soldiers living and dead: cheers for the living; tears for the dead. ~Robert G. Ingersoll
Perform, then, this one act of remembrance before this Day passes – Remember there is an army of defense and advance that never dies and never surrenders, but is increasingly recruited from the eternal sources of the American spirit and from the generations of American youth. ~W.J. Cameron
So when ya’ll pop that first beer, throw on the first burger. Before your family takes the first step out the door upon their weekend, take a moment….even if it is just a single moment to remember that the freedom you are supposed to experience this weekend was bought, paid for in full, by another’s willingness to sacrifice his and or her self for a cause bigger than all of us: that of freedom for a nation.
Tears for our fallen. Cheers for the Living. From my house to my brothers and sisters in arms and my friends across the country…
Have a happy and safe Memorial Day.
We want to see you again come Tuesday.
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One thing I am big on with my daughter is leading by example.
I understand that at some point in her life she will get her hands on enough booze to turn me green. I acknowledge the fact that there will be things she will attempt that I will not approve of. So what I attempt to do is show her that life can be accomplished without these things and the ones I do partake in I always do to moderation in front of her.
One the items I stress are promises. I give them sparingly and make a point of explaining to her to not make promises that she can not keep. This weekend I am fulfilling one of my promises.
A family vacation.
When ever I can I like to publish communications for my local representatives. With no further adieu here is our semi regular contribution from David Sater
The legislative session is wrapping up in this final week of session. Going in to the last day of session, the House and Senate passed just over 70 bills with one day to go. That is 70 out of over 1,000 bills filed. I sometimes wonder about working months on a piece of legislation and then in the last two weeks, one Senator or one person in Leadership in the House decide to table your bill. But, it is always better to error on the side of caution than to pass something that might be more harmful than good.
A piece of legislation that was of great concern to local businesses and county government was House Bill 1329. A month or so ago, a judge decided that county and local sales tax on vehicles and boats purchased out of state could not be collected when the car or boat was titled at the license bureau. These taxes have been collected for more years than I can remember. Already, car and boat dealers from out of state are advertising the savings a Missouri resident would get if they purchased the vehicle or boat from their out of state dealership. This bill would simply reinstate the sales tax that has been in existence for many, many years. Without this, Barry County may not have any local car or auto dealerships in the future. It also places a huge hole in the County`s budget of over $20,000 per month. The bill has passed the House and Senate, but we do not know what the Governor is going to do. He has made comments about a possible veto.
There’s good news and bad news on my individual legislative efforts. This “good news/bad news” scenario affects all legislators. I was able to get my small grain dealer bill through, which changes the amount a grain producer can purchase and produce from $100,000 per year to 50,000 bushels. This was needed because the price of corn has increased the last few years from less than $2.00 a bushel to over $6.00 a bushel. This bill will help our local small grain dealer in Exeter.
I was one out of two on pharmacy bills. My success was changing the statutes to allow pharmacies in Missouri to purchase prescription drugs from out of state pharmacies. Previously, the out of state pharmacies had to be licensed by Missouri. Now they do not, because credentialing in all states is basically the same. This enables the free market to work to transfer drugs from one pharmacy to another. This happens when a pharmacy has one patient on an expensive drug and the patient moves away or has their regimen changed to another drug. The pharmacy is then stuck with a product that might be very expensive. The bad news is that my pro-life/pro-business bill that simply stated that a pharmacy has the right to stock whatever product they want without governmental interference did not make it through the Senate. We will get it done next year.
There was some fear this year that funding for the Missouri Veterans Homes would be cut. We found some money by giving them the casino admission fees they originally received prior to 1998. Under this provision, our veterans homes will receive an additional $30 million dollars which is enough money to keep our homes open and viable for years to come. This will now be a steady funding stream.
Contact me anytime by calling me at my home in Cassville (417/847-4661) or my Capitol office (573/751-1480). Thanks for letting me serve.
A while back I mentioned I took part as a resource in a journalistic investigation regarding the cellular industry.
I have high hopes for its success in turning what was and is easily one of the most black market industries out there.
A lot of folks got pretty irate when they delayed the release.
It’s public television people, not prime time. Slots get moved, more information becomes available things get edited. Not to mention the nice lady from Pro Publica contacted me again, so I’m guessing they are doing some more background work for an additional. Whose to say. I might even use my real name. But I digress…
At any rate if you have a moment, or are just curious as to what it is I used to do, or are interested in seeing just how dangerous my and other cellular contractors jobs were, then look no further:
Its taken me a few years to come to terms with the fact I’m no longer on the sharp end of the stick. There are times when I wish dearly that I was once again, but the fact of the matter is I am now approaching 40, vastly overweight, and have the physical conditioning of a paralytic slug. Harsh, but truthful.
The changes we go through as we get older are interesting to analyze. As a teen I spent most of my time outdoors and in the woods, hiking. As an adult I spent most of my time indoors, thinking about hiking and never doing anything about it.
I ply myself with educational purpose, books, research, radars, and things to expand my mind. Unfortunately its my experience that when expanding ones mind the waistline is sure to follow.
Years ago I hated golf, detested it, in the last two years it has become therapeutic, almost an obsession.
I used to read fiction and sci-fi, now I find myself reading survival manuals, historical references. biographies and documentaries.
I’m not sure if its the world I have created that I am not at home with, or myself. I don’t even listen to the same music I used to. For years Southern Rock, 70’s Rock mixed with Country and bluegrass were my mainstay. Now it’s 30’s and 40’s band music, laced with blues ballads.
I woke up at 4 am this morning. Not because I had to. But because my brain told me, for just one moment, that I was back in a barracks, was 22 and needed to get my ass out of bed and ready to rock and roll. For a brief moment in the haze of awakening I could see my bug out bag in the corner of my bedroom. Then my daughter stirred and reality had its own sharp stick. I’ve been sitting in my office staring at my keyboard, a person with a love for the written word at a loss for them.
Mid Life crisis? I doubt it. I love my job, I love my company. I love my wife and my kids. I like my school, and I like my friends some of whom I have put through hell over the years.
But something needs to change. Of this I am certain. I have spent most of my life on the move. Moving states, moving places, moving hither and tither, changing jobs. I feel almost…stagnant.
From 1986 until 1996 I was in Georgia in one form or another with occasional forays elsewhere. It is the longest I have ever been in one location in my entire life. I have resided in Missouri since 2006. I feel a need for change, but I am uncertain where to make that change, where I live, my home, my work, myself, my life, my school, or what; or how to make that change. But change will come of that I am assured. It always has and always does.
The universe is change; our life is what our thoughts make it.
In the meantime I have that sharp end of the stick picking at my mind, and telling me that change is good no matter where or how it occurs. Its good for the soul, good for progress.
“Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart.”
– Marcus Aurelius
I’m trying dammit, Marcus. I’m trying.