Archive for November, 2007

Christian “Leaders” and Political Endorsements

Sunday, November 25th, 2007

When I first heard the news that Richard Roberts had resigned his position as President of Oral Roberts University amidst allegations of financial misappropriation, I wasn’t particularly surprised.

Back in the 80’s, I read a book called Ashes to Gold (1983) by Patti Roberts, the first wife of Richard Roberts.  In this book, she described the priorities they lived by that contributed to their divorce:

Our success, our high-gloss way of living, our highly polished exterior gave us no refuge when the terrors of real problems hit, because our hope was in our empire.  Our desire was to protect our empire.  So all our effort went to “how does this look to the public?’ – not “how does this look to God?”  We turned our eyes to the public when we should have turned them to the wind and cried, “God, what responsibilities do we have to You?”

It seems that Roberts didn’t learn his lesson.  In 1987, two years after he was named executive vice president of ORU and six years before he succeeded his father as president, university regent Harry McNiven resigned from the Board of Regents because of misspending he had witnessed.  McNiven was recently quoted as saying, “It’s been 20 years that they’ve been doing the same things that I became aware of.”

The allegations lodged against Roberts include “a $39,000 shopping tab at one store for Richard Roberts’ wife, Lindsay, a $29,411 Bahamas senior trip on the university jet for one of Roberts’ daughters, and a stable of horses for the Roberts children.”

Apparently the Roberts empire included political influence as well as lavish lifestyle.  In 2006, he personally endorsed Randi Miller for mayor of Tulsa, Oklahoma (the home of ORU), and allegedly required students in a government class to work on the Miller campaign (an allegation that Roberts denies).

Here’s a link to an AP article about the scandal:

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20071124/ap_on_re_us/oral_roberts_scandal

My guess is that Rudy Giuliani is thanking his lucky stars that it was Pat Robertson, and not Richard Roberts, who endorsed his campaign.

The VFW

Wednesday, November 21st, 2007

The VFW Last Saturday the Admiral and I went to the VFW in Amarillo for their early Thanksgiving dinner. They also had a country-dance going after the dinner.  She had heard a commercial on the radio about it. We had not been dancing since the Caravan closed so she pushed me pretty hard to go. I really didn’t want to, as the last time I had been in a VFW it had been mostly very old folks and not a lot of fun for a young guy.  

And I was right. Almost all were ancient even compared to my 55 years in this life. But that was the sad thing about the night. On the walls all around were pictures of young, and I assume mostly local, men who had fought in WW2. There were pictures of the machines and places of that great time in history. It was dark and I didn’t get to look at everything on the walls there, but I saw nothing of the wars that came after WW2.

I had posted a e-mail I had received earlier speaking of how different the thinking of the American populace was at the beginning of WW2 compared to now.  I ate and danced and talked to many of these old men who teetered and shuffled on the dance floor, often causing me genuine concern for their safety. But mostly I thought about how different our country is now from the country these men knew when young. I wondered if they would have been so anxious to participate in the bloodiest most destructive conflict in the history of man if they had known what the US would look like today after 42 years of Liberal control.

I was told by some of these guys that the VFW is a dying organization. It is said that over 10,000 WW2 vets die each month. A very telling bit of evidence to that statistic was the number of old women “widows” who sat together watching the folks who could still dance.  The VFW stretches the rules a bit these days in a effort to stay active. There was a time when just being a Vet was not enough. You had to have actually fought in a war, or at least have been active in time of war. I don’t know why the VFW never really caught on with Vietnam Vets. I’m not sure about Korean Vet participation.

But I do know that it was nice to be among great men such as those who fought in WW2.  It was good to be among the relics of that tremendous conflict and be reminded of the equally tremendous sacrifice made by these men. It was the last time that both the US government and population were fully dedicated to the goal of freedom, and just law for all in the world.  

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. All day today I’ve heard all the talking heads speak about how terrible the Indians were treated. I’ve heard the usual garbage about how America is the source of all evil, just turned up in volume a tad, as is usual during a holiday.  Much has been said today about a flood of new movies being released that bash everything American. From Christianity, to the troops and Iraq. And of course the government is as always portrayed as evil and corrupt. 

Anyway I for one am going to start spending a lot more time at the VFW, and tomorrow I’ll eat turkey, and enjoy my family, and give thanks for the bounty this great nation still provides for us all. But this year more than any other I’ll be thinking about the great men of WW2. I’ll be thinking about how regardless of the horror of war, we were at that time, as a nation, greater than perhaps at any other time in our history.  The men I watched at the VFW last Saturday night have little time left in this world. I hope that in the next they get the rewards they so deserve. They in many ways represent the ultimate evolution of the goals of the Pilgrims. Tomorrow I’ll honestly and truly be giving thanks for what I have. But I’ll be hoping that soon the ideals the Americans of WW2 risked all for, and that so many died for, will be restored.

Happy Thanksgiving to you and your families Bo and CT, and to all who visit us.

Veteran’s Day

Sunday, November 11th, 2007

I went to the sausage festival in Umbarger today and learned alot about the history there.  The food was excellent.

God bless our Veterans and Happy Birthday to the United States Marine Corps

Not Yours to Give

Friday, November 9th, 2007

                          Col. Davy Crockett

Col. David Crockett US Representative from Tennessee

Originally published in “The Life of Colonel David Crockett,” by Edward Sylvester Ellis.  (1888)

One day in the House of Representatives a bill was taken up appropriating money for the benefit of a widow of a distinguished naval officer.  Several beautiful speeches had been made in its support.  The speaker was just about to put the question when Crockett arose:

“Mr. Speaker: I have as much respect for the memory of the deceased, and as much sympathy for the suffering of the living, if there be, as any man in this House, but we must not permit our respect for the dead or our sympathy for part of the living to lead us into an act of injustice to the balance of the living.  I will not go into an argument to prove that Congress has not the power to appropriate this money as an act of charity.  Every member on this floor knows it.”

“We have the right as individuals, to give away as much of our own money as we please in charity; but as members of Congress we have no right to appropriate a dollar of the public money.  Some eloquent appeals have been made to us upon the ground that it is a debt due the deceased.  Mr. Speaker, the deceased lived long after the close of the war; he was in office to the day of his death, and I never heard that the government was in arrears to him.”

“Every man in this House knows it is not a debt.  We cannot without the grossest corruption, appropriate this money as the payment of a debt.  We have not the semblance of authority to appropriate it as charity.  Mr. Speaker, I have said we have the right to give as much money of our own as we please.  I am the poorest man on this floor.  I cannot vote for this bill, but I will give one week’s pay to the object, and if every member of Congress will do the same, it will amount to more than the bill asks.”

He took his seat.  Nobody replied.  The bill was put upon its passage, and, instead of passing unanimously, as was generally supposed, and as, no doubt, it would, but for that speech, it received but few votes, and, of course, was lost.

Later, when asked by a friend why he had opposed the appropriation, Crockett gave this explanation:

“Several years ago I was one evening standing on the steps of the Capitol with some members of Congress, when our attention was attracted by a great light over in Georgetown.  It was evidently a large fire.  We jumped into a hack and drove over as fast as we could.  In spite of all that could be done, many houses were burned and many families made houseless, and besides, some of them had lost all but the clothes they had on.  The weather was very cold, and when I saw so many children suffering, I felt that something ought to be done for them.  The next morning a bill was introduced appropriating $20,000 for their relief.  We put aside all other business and rushed it through as soon as it could be done.”

“The next summer, when it began to be time to think about election, I concluded I would take a scout around among the boys of my district.  I had no opposition there but, as the election was some time off, I did not know what might turn up.  When riding one day in a part of my district in which I was more of a stranger than any other, I saw a man in a field plowing and coming toward the road.  I gauged my gait so that we should meet as he came up, I spoke to the man.  He replied politely, but as I thought, rather coldly.”

“I began: ‘Well friend, I am one of those unfortunate beings called candidates and . . .”

“Yes I know you; you are Colonel Crockett.  I have seen you once before, and voted for you the last time you were elected.  I suppose you are out electioneering now, but you had better not waste your time or mine, I shall not vote for you again.”

“This was a sockdolger…I begged him tell me what was the matter.”

“Well Colonel, it is hardly worthwhile to waste time or words upon it.  I do not see how it can be mended, but you gave a vote last winter which shows that either you have not capacity to understand the Constitution, or that you are wanting in the honesty and firmness to be guided by it.  In either case you are not the man to represent me.  But I beg your pardon for expressing it that way.  I did not intend to avail myself of the privilege of the constituent to speak plainly to a candidate for the purpose of insulting you or wounding you.

“I intend by it only to say that your understanding of the Constitution is very different from mine; and I will say to you what but for my rudeness, I should not have said, that I believe you to be honest.”

“But an understanding of the Constitution different from mine I cannot overlook, because the Constitution, to be worth anything, must be held sacred, and rigidly observed in all its provisions.  The man who wields power and misinterprets it is the more dangerous the honest he is.”

“I admit the truth of all you say, but there must be some mistake.  Though I live in the backwoods and seldom go from home, I take the papers from Washington and read very carefully all the proceedings of Congress.  My papers say you voted for a bill to appropriate $20,000 to some sufferers by fire in Georgetown.  Is that true?’

“Well my friend; I may as well own up.  You have got me there.  But certainly nobody will complain that a great and rich country like ours should give the insignificant sum of $20,000 to relieve its suffering women and children, particularly with a full and overflowing treasury, and I am sure, if you had been there, you would have done just the same as I did.”

“It is not the amount, Colonel, that I complain of; it is the principle.  In the first place, the government ought to have in the Treasury no more than enough for its legitimate purposes.  But that has nothing with the question.  The power of collecting and disbursing money at pleasure is the most dangerous power that can be entrusted to man, particularly under our system of collecting revenue by a tariff, which reaches every man in the country, no matter how poor he may be, and the poorer he is the more he pays in proportion to his means.”

“What is worse, it presses upon him without his knowledge where the weight centers, for there is not a man in the United States who can ever guess how much he pays to the government.  So you see, that while you are contributing to relieve one, you are drawing it from thousands who are even worse off than he.”

“If you had the right to give anything, the amount was simply a matter of discretion with you, and you had as much right to give $20,000,000 as $20,000.  If you have the right to give at all; and as the Constitution neither defines charity nor stipulates the amount, you are at liberty to give to any and everything which you may believe, or profess to believe, is a charity and to any amount you may think proper.  You will very easily perceive what a wide door this would open for fraud and corruption and favoritism, on the one hand, and for robbing the people on the other.  No, Colonel, Congress has no right to give charity.”

“Individual members may give as much of their own money as they please, but they have no right to touch a dollar of the public money for that purpose.  If twice as many houses had been burned in this country as in Georgetown, neither you nor any other member of Congress would have thought of appropriating a dollar for our relief.  There are about two hundred and forty members of Congress.  If they had shown their sympathy for the sufferers by contributing each one week’s pay, it would have made over $13,000.  There are plenty of wealthy men around Washington who could have given $20,000 without depriving themselves of even a luxury of life.”

“The congressmen chose to keep their own money, which, if reports be true, some of them spend not very creditably; and the people about Washington, no doubt, applauded you for relieving them from necessity of giving what was not yours to give.  The people have delegated to Congress, by the Constitution, the power to do certain things.  To do these, it is authorized to collect and pay moneys, and for nothing else.  Everything beyond this is usurpation, and a violation of the Constitution.”

“So you see, Colonel, you have violated the Constitution in what I consider a vital point.  It is a precedent fraught with danger to the country, for when Congress once begins to stretch its power beyond the limits of the Constitution, there is no limit to it, and no security for the people.  I have no doubt you acted honestly, but that does not make it any better, except as far as you are personally concerned, and you see that I cannot vote for you.”

“I tell you I felt streaked.  I saw if I should have opposition, and this man should go to talking and in that district I was a gone fawn-skin.  I could not answer him, and the fact is, I was so fully convinced that he was right, I did not want to.  But I must satisfy him, and I said to him:”

“Well, my friend, you hit the nail upon the head when you said I had not sense enough to understand the Constitution.  I intended to be guided by it, and thought I had studied it fully.  I have heard many speeches in Congress about the powers of Congress, but what you have said here at your plow has got more hard, sound sense in it than all the fine speeches I ever heard.  If I had ever taken the view of it that you have, I would have put my head into the fire before I would have given that vote; and if you will forgive me and vote for me again, if I ever vote for another unconstitutional law I wish I may be shot.”

“He laughingly replied; ‘Yes, Colonel, you have sworn to that once before, but I will trust you again upon one condition.  You are convinced that your vote was wrong.  Your acknowledgment of it will do more good than beating you for it.  If, as you go around the district, you will tell people about this vote, and that you are satisfied it was wrong, I will not only vote for you, but will do what I can to keep down opposition, and perhaps, I may exert some little influence in that way.”

“If I don’t,’ said I, ‘I wish I may be shot; and to convince you that I am in earnest in what I say I will come back this way in a week or ten days, and if you will get up a gathering of people, I will make a speech to them.  Get up a barbecue, and I will pay for it.”

“No, Colonel, we are not rich people in this section but we have plenty of provisions to contribute for a barbecue, and some to spare for those who have none.  The push of crops will be over in a few days, and we can then afford a day for a barbecue.  This is Thursday; I will see to getting it up on Saturday week.  Come to my house on Friday, and we will go together, and I promise you a very respectable crowd to see and hear you.”

“Well I will be here.  But one thing more before I say good-bye.  I must know your name.”

“My name is Bunce.”

“Not Horatio Bunce?”

“Yes.”

“Well, Mr. Bunce, I never saw you before, though you say you have seen me, but I know you very well.  I am glad I have met you, and very proud that I may hope to have you for my friend.”

“It was one of the luckiest hits of my life that I met him.  He mingled but little with the public, but was widely known for his remarkable intelligence, and for a heart brim-full and running over with kindness and benevolence, which showed themselves not only in words but in acts.  He was the oracle of the whole country around him, and his fame had extended far beyond the circle of his immediate acquaintance.  Though I had never met him, before, I had heard much of him, and but for this meeting it is very likely I should have had opposition, and had been beaten.  One thing is very certain, no man could now stand up in that district under such a vote.

“At the appointed time I was at his house, having told our conversation to every crowd I had met, and to every man I stayed all night with, and I found that it gave the people an interest and confidence in me stronger than I had ever seen manifested before.”

“Though I was considerably fatigued when I reached his house, and, under ordinary circumstances, should have gone early to bed, I kept him up until midnight talking about the principles and affairs of government, and got more real, true knowledge of them than I had got all my life before.”

“I have known and seen much of him since, for I respect him — no, that is not the word — I reverence and love him more than any living man, and I go to see him two or three times every year; and I will tell you, sir, if every one who professes to be a Christian lived and acted and enjoyed it as he does, the religion of Christ would take the world by storm.”

“But to return to my story.  The next morning we went to the barbecue and, to my surprise, found about a thousand men there.  I met a good many whom I had not known before, and they and my friend introduced me around until I had got pretty well acquainted — at least, they all knew me.”

“In due time notice was given that I would speak to them.  They gathered up around a stand that had been erected.  I opened my speech by saying:”

“Fellow-citizens: I present myself before you today feeling like a new man.  My eyes have lately been opened to truths which ignorance or prejudice or both, had heretofore hidden from my view.  I feel that I can today offer you the ability to render you more valuable service than I have ever been able to render before.  I am here today more for the purpose of acknowledging my error than to seek your votes.  That I should make this acknowledgment is due to myself as well as to you.  Whether you will vote for me is a matter for your consideration only.”

“I went on to tell them about the fire and my vote for the appropriation and then told them why I was satisfied it was wrong.  I closed by saying:”

“And now, fellow-citizens, it remains only for me to tell you that the most of the speech you have listened to with so much interest was simply a repetition of the arguments by which your neighbor, Mr. Bunce, convinced me of my error.”

“It is the best speech I ever made in my life, but he is entitled to the credit for it.  And now I hope he is satisfied with his convert and that he will get up here and tell you so.”

“He came up to the stand and said:”

“Fellow-citizens: It affords me great pleasure to comply with the request of Colonel Crockett.  I have always considered him a thoroughly honest man, and I am satisfied that he will faithfully perform all that he has promised you today.”

“He went down, and there went up from that crowd such a shout for Davy Crockett as his name never called forth before.”

“I am not much given to tears, but I was taken with a choking then and felt some big drops rolling down my cheeks.  And I tell you now that the remembrance of those few words spoken by such a man, and the honest, hearty shout they produced, is worth more to me than all the honors I have received and all the reputation I have ever made, or ever shall make, as a member of Congress.”

“Now, sir,” concluded Crockett, “you know why I made that speech yesterday.  There is one thing which I will call your attention, you remember that I proposed to give a week’s pay.  There are in that House many very wealthy men — men who think nothing of spending a week’s pay, or a dozen of them, for a dinner or a wine party when they have something to accomplish by it.  Some of those same men made beautiful speeches upon the great debt of gratitude which the country owed the deceased — a debt which could not be paid by money — and the insignificance and worthlessness of money, particularly so insignificant a sum as $20,000 when weighed against the honor of the nation.  Yet not one of them responded to my proposition.  Money with them is nothing but trash when it is to come out of the people.  But it is the one great thing for which most of them are striving, and many of them sacrifice honor, integrity, and justice to obtain it.”


David Crockett was born August 17, 1786 at Limestone (Greene County), Tennessee.  He died March 6, 1836 as one of the brave Southerners defending the Alamo.

Crockett had settled in Franklin County, Tennessee in 1811.  He served in the Creek War under Andrew Jackson.  In 1821 and 1823 he was elected to the Tennessee legislature.  In 1826 and 1828 he was elected to Congress.  He was defeated in 1830 for his outspoken opposition to President Jackson’s Indian Bill — but was elected again in 1832.

In Washington, although his eccentricities of dress and manner excited comment, he was always popular on account of his shrewd common sense and homely wit; although generally favoring Jackson’s policy, he was entirely independent and refused to vote to please any party leader.

At the end of the congressional term, he joined the Texans in the war against Mexico, and in 1836 was one of the roughly 180 men who died defending the Alamo.  Tradition has it that Crockett was one of only six survivors after the Mexicans took the fort, and that he and the others were taken out and executed by firing squad.