Wednesday, November 28, 2007

This is a short piece from my book "the Eastpointer." For more information click on Picture of book at the right of this page.

The Eastpointer

“My Little Yellow Marine”

By Richard E. Noble

We called Sallie’s Cat our Yard Guard or our little Yellow Marine. He showed up one day about twelve years ago at my neighbor Sallie’s house. Sallie wouldn’t adopt the cat so we got stuck with him. We named the cat Sallie’s Cat so that our neighbor Sallie would forever feel guilty about her decision. I don’t know if it worked but it always made me feel good – especially when I went out onto the porch and called Sallie’s Cat each evening.

All of us cat lovers know that every cat has a personality. Well, Sallie’s Cat was a born Marine. He was up at the crack of dawn every morning and screamed and rattled the garbage can until we let him outside. When we let him out, he immediately went on duty guarding the yard and patrolling the perimeter of our “compound.” If there were any other cats out there attempting to encroach on our territory Sallie’s Cat would confront him nose to nose. He would give any enemy the Marine treatment - ears back, nose forward, very bad look and that Drill Instructor screech.

He was able to dissuade most encroachers but then there was that occasional other Marine who was looking for a fight also. Sallie’s Cat, as far as I know, always won but he nevertheless took some licks in the process.

We developed a tough love policy towards Sallie’s Cat. We figured that if he wanted to fight all the time then he would just have to lick his own wounds. Oh, we nursed him and did what we could for him but we didn’t take him to the vet except as a last resort - a very last resort. The vet is a hundred bucks a throw. I have a rule for all my cats - they get no better treatment than my wife. As you can imagine it is not easy being a cat in my house - ask my wife.

We said; He’s a stray cat; we didn’t bring him here; he wants to be a Marine; he’ll have to deal with the consequences.

Sallie’s Cat had any number of serious episodes. He had pieces of his ears nearly bit off; he had infected bites on his paws and legs and shoulders; he had broken teeth and a continuously scrapped up, freckled nose - but he lived. He is still here after twelve or more years. My wife and I have really softened to the old boy after all these years. I have personally gained a great respect for him and his belligerent ways.

First, I’ve come to the conclusion over all these years that he is not a bully - he is just doing what he was born to do. He loves guarding the yard and patrolling the perimeter. He takes no crap from anybody but he loves people so much that on the rare occasion that we take him to the vet he purrs so loud that the vet can’t even hear his heart beat with his stethoscope. He will sit in my lap at night and just purr and purr and purr. He is a real lovable, tough, little Marine. I’m real glad that he is on my side of the fence.

But time has been passing and my little yellow Marine is getting older and older. He still goes outside and patrols the yard; and he is still able to scare off most of the regular army but that other occasional Marine is a problem. I’ve actually had to run outside and rescue my old buddy on one occasion or another. It feels funny having to protect my little Marine after all these years of him protecting me and the wife and all his house mates. I try not to embarrass him. I know how he must feel. I talk to him. I say; You’re doing a good job old buddy. You’re still the toughest guy on the block and don’t you be ashamed to call for me every once in a while. I’ve got some responsibility here too. You can’t do it all by yourself your whole life and I don’t expect you to.

I think that worked. I don’t think that he developed a complex or anything or felt any less of a cat.

Just recently I noticed that he is getting a little deaf I think he knows that he has got a problem. He stays pretty much up on the porch and he’s always keeping a watch over his shoulder.

A few months back he started losing weight - I mean really losing weight. We had to take him to the vet. He had some kind of a disease that required radiation therapy. He didn’t get it. It cost between two and three thousand dollars.

The vet gave us some pills and scheduled us to have some blood tests - for the cat, not me or my wife. The pills cost forty dollars a month and the last blood test was over a hundred bucks. If you count the visit and the basic maintenance the vet bill was over two hundred dollars. The vet cost more than my real doctor, my human blood tests and the medication is more than the same pill would cost for a human being. This breaks my fundamental rule. My wife doesn’t mind taking second place to a cat; she loves the cat too. But as Decider and Chief in this household, I have to draw the line somewhere.

I can’t afford to spend this much money on a cat. Something has to be done.
Recently I have been thinking of shooting Sallie’s Cat. But I am torn. I love the cat and doesn’t he deserve some kind of a veteran’s pension for all of these years that he has spent out in the trenches? Do I spend the thousand to fifteen hundred dollars a year to keep Sallie’s Cat alive and tell my wife that she will have to do without her cataract operation? For myself I try not to go to the Doctor at all - if I die I die. But, unfortunately, I am the “Decider” in this household.

I haven’t decided whether to kill Sallie’s Cat or not yet. To be honest I would much rather shoot the vet. I can replace the vet but I can’t replace Sallie’s Cat. Maybe I could find another vet without shooting the present one but, the way our system works, all the vets are probably about the same. So I can shoot this one or shoot the next one - what difference does it make?

[Attention all Government authorities and Security Police. The above piece is considered to be humor (satire); it is a joke. The author has no intention of killing his cat or his Vet. He has had this cat for 14 yrs and the same Vet for over 25 yrs. Yes it is true that he loves the cat more than the Vet and that the Vet is ugly and the cat is pretty and has freckles on his nose and many more appealing qualities than the Vet - but Vets have a right to live also – though I think someone should bring this to the Supreme Court to be substantiated.]

Thank a Marine


Didn’t We Fight Some War Guaranteeing Freedom of Speech?

By Richard E. Noble

My sister-in-law once asked me if this country didn’t fight some war once for the right to say what we wanted - free speech. In addition to that nearly everyday I get some sort of email telling me that if I am enjoying my freedom, or my good job, or my home or my child’s public education, I should thank a Marine.
I understand where these people are coming from but I have some problems with this line of thinking. I know that no one out there is going to like to hear what I have to say but I am going to say it even without their permission or without invoking praise to a Marine or the Corps.
I was in the Navy so we never cared much for a Marine anyway. There was a rather strong rivalry going on there. I would also like to say that I was not all that impressed with the Navy either. I thought that the whole process was rather un-American to tell you the truth.
It is difficult for me to understand how I owe my freedom and individual rights to a Marine when the Marine Corps has yet to this very day been able to establish freedom and individual rights for their own members.
If you have ever been a Marine, or in any branch of the U.S. Military Service for that matter, you should have noticed that once you took your oath to defend the Constitution of the United States of America, you were no longer subject to the protections contained in that agreement.
When you took your oath your rights and privileges written and supposedly guaranteed to you under the provisions of that document were “temporarily suspended”. Even though in a document that preceded this Constitution it was stated that these rights were endowed upon me and you by our Creator (not a Marine) and that they were unalienable.
You didn’t notice?
You didn’t notice that guy who kept calling you names and saying unsavory things about your sister and mother? Or those many older men who kept suggesting that you were unfit to be a human being and that you should be living in a sewer or someplace worse? You didn’t feel that your “Constitutional” rights had been violated when you were told that you couldn’t leave the premises, or that you would not be able to eat for the next three days; or that if you refused to do what you were told you could be put in jail or confined to your barracks or executed if it was deemed mandatory.
You didn’t notice that you were no longer free to “quit” your job; to refuse to comply with a request from a superior; to go for a walk; to speak your mind; to refuse to kill other people?
You didn’t notice any of this?
You mean that this was basically the same way that your mom and dad treated you at home? This is the way the police acted towards you in your hometown?
You didn’t notice that if you committed a rule violation - to be distinguished from breaking a law - there was no jury at your trial? It wasn’t necessary to break a “law”. You simply had to not comply with a regulation - possibly not having your hat on straight, or not finishing the food on your plate; or smoking in the bathroom, or taking too long to shave in the morning; or not shaving well enough to satisfy some superior. Did you not notice that you were an inferior and subject to rule by “superiors”.
You didn’t notice?
Now it does say in the Constitution that the state has the right … “to make rules for the Government and Regulation of the land and Naval Forces; to provide for calling forth the Militia to execute the Laws of the Union, suppress insurrections and repel invasions; to provide for organizing, arming, and disciplining, the Militia ...” but did you know that all of your unalienable rights were temporarily suspended while the government was attempting to do all of the above?
Did you know that once you joined this organization you could be called out to suppress college students in America; to attack workers who were protesting for better working conditions at their place of employment in the U.S.A.; to attack other countries even if they hadn’t attacked your country; to beat up on black people in the South who didn’t want to sit in the back of the bus?
Did you know that not only could all of your Constitutional rights be “temporarily suspended” once you joined the Military but that you could be forcibly required to join this Military and thereby lose your unalienable rights supposedly subscribed to you by your Creator?
You didn’t find this slightly disconcerting?
You didn’t find this somewhat contrary to the notion that you are free and equal?
Did you notice that there were no elections for officers while you were in the Military?
Did you notice that there was no soldier’s union or a soldier representative who you could go to in order to make a complaint about a supervisor; or about being harassed, or being bullied; or asked to drop your panties if you happened to be a female?
You didn’t notice?
This was all business as usual in a free democratic society as you understood it?
If this was all business as usual in a free democratic society as you understood freedom and democracy what is a totalitarian state or a fascist state in your estimation?
You didn’t notice that you were now subject to a whole new and revised body of laws called “The Uniform Code of Military Justice”. And that Military Justice was different and distinguishable from Civilian American Citizen Justice?
You didn’t find this somewhat strange?
You didn’t ask somebody; “Hey what the Hell is going on here?”
Have you happened to notice in recent years that retired military officers often speak differently after they have retired and secured their pension than when they were still active and subject to monetary reprimands?
I have even seen and heard ex-militaty men who are now running for president smile when they are presented with a statement to their position made by an active duty general and say: “Well we all realize that General so and so is not free at the moment to tell us what he really thinks.”
Are you not shocked that a famous Military General is understood to be restricted in his right to free speech?
A military officer can be court-martialed and go to prison for conduct unbecoming to an officer.
Can a Senator go to jail for conduct unbecoming to a Senator? Can a Senator go to jail for conduct unbecoming to a human being?
I know that a politician can go to jail for breaking a law, but a soldier can go to jail for breaking no law. He can go to jail for breaking a code or a rule; for showing up late for work; for not saluting or tipping his hat to a “superior”. Since when did we have “superiors” and inferiors in a democratic society?
So the point is that the Marines have not even been able to negotiate a free democratic, work place, where they can speak their mind, and show their independence, why would anybody suggest that one should thank a Marine for benefits that after all of these years he has yet to gain for himself?

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Mein Kampf

Chapter 10 Part 3

By Richard E. Noble

Adolf seems to have very basic solutions to all the problems of his society. Rid the society of all problematic groups, either by extermination or expulsion. But, of course, once he is ruler of all the world, there would be only one alternative; extermination.
Adolf would kill the Jews, the Gypsies, the Hobos, the Slaves, the Russians, the French, the retarded, the sick, the mentally ill, the Chinese, the Japanese, the Blacks, the Browns, certainly dissidents and other anti-socials, and any religious group who placed God or their beliefs before or above the State, would be treated in a similar manner.
He has no choice, you see, because he has to make room for his ever expanding unified, pure German race. He would solve the problem of unemployment by reinstating the practice of slavery. But one would not breed or care for ones slaves, one would simply use them and work them to death, because the basic goal is to make the planet ever and ever more available to Germans.
He would re-institute slavery more or less as a conservative practice against wastefulness; much like killing a deer just for the rack or horns and not eating the meat. Killing human beings by working them to death is a much more practical way of dealing with the problem.
The Syphilis problem would be handled in much the same way. First all Syphilitics would be isolated and then exterminated. This then would be coupled with education and indoctrination of the general public and the institution of a permanent married state, beginning, I would presume, at puberty. One thing about Adolf, if you are looking for an answer, he will certainly supply one. So far we have seen no problem too complicated to receive a simple answer from Adolf. And I doubt if we are ever going to see in this work a situation or problem the solution which evades Adolf to the point where he sighs deeply, throws his hands up into the air and says, “By golly, this one is just too tough for me. Do any of you folks out there have an idea?”
Next we go to education. This is another area where we must see the contemporary value of analyzing the philosophy of Adolf.
“…What today calls itself a gymnasium is an insult to the Greek example. With our education one has entirely forgotten that in the long run a healthy mind is able to dwell only in a healthy body.”
Well, I would like to contact David Hawking and get a comment from him on this matter. We could also contact Robert Louis Stevenson and Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Emily Dickinson, Franklin Delano Roosevelt, Alexander Pope, Lou Gehrig, John F. Kennedy, Victor Hugo etc, etc, etc. Obviously a healthy body is a wonderful thing to have, but the notion that it necessitates a healthy mind is questionable at the least, and I would guess almost without creditable backing.
“… It is no accident that the Bolshevistic wave found nowhere a better ground than in those places where a population, degenerated by hunger and constant undernourishment, lives: in Central Germany, Saxony, and the Ruhr district...”
So, the reason that people are led to espouse the notion of communism is; because they are poor, and therefore undernourished, and consequently possessive of unhealthy bodies, and unhealthy bodies are of themselves innately possessive of weak minds.
So then we can conclude that poor people are basically stupid people? I wonder then, if we simply feed all the stupid people in the world would they then become intelligent? Humm? Does Rush Limbaugh need more baloney? If we take French pastry away from the well-off intelligentsia, will they loose their ability to reason? If we make the mentally ‘un-gifted’ exercise more, will this increase their IQ? Is IQ and mental ability simply a matter of diet and exercise? Is the difference between Madame Cure and Gracie Allen one of neighborhood, food, and exercise?
My apologies to Gracie Allen, I more than realize that she was only acting, and was a comedy genius, but the analogy seems appropriate, in a harmless way.
Adolf makes these kinds of comparisons and over simplistic conclusions on almost every other page. Basically if you disagree with Adolf, you are an ignorant ignoramus.
“… the boy who, by sports and gymnastics, is brought to an iron-like inurement succumbs less to the need of sexual gratification than the stay-at-home who is feed exclusively on intellectual food…”
Does this even need comment? Oh well! So the young man who pursues intellectual fulfillment is really a horny, little perverted weakling, and the boy who pursues physical fitness and expends his energy on dumbbells is therefore less possessive of the need for sexual fulfillment. Boy, I feel sorry for Arnold Swartzennegger’s wife, and on the other hand, Mrs. Einstein must have had a hell of a run for her money. I wonder what Sigmond Freud has to say about all of this? Has Masters and Johnson ever done a study on this?
Mothers, what is that computer nurd of yours really doing there up in his room?
“... Further, it must not be forgot that on the part of the healthy young man the expectations of the woman will be different than on the part of a prematurely corrupted weakling…”
Well, I must say, I haven’t the slightest idea what the hell Adolf is talking about. I would imagine that this statement has some contemporary social, or political significance, but I don’t get it.
Is he saying that the sexual demands on a healthy young man by his woman would be less or more? He says ‘different’. Different in what way? Need I mention that the young man who pursues intellectual fulfillment is referred to as a ‘prematurely corrupted weakling’. Does Adolf have a problem here with his personal intellectual achievement? Was Adolf a ‘jock’ in high school and consequently abused by a contingent from the national honor roll society? What is his problem? Is he actually referring to some one individual in particular, or maybe a group of intellectuals who are opposing him? Does he consider the communist movement as brought on by a group of ‘pointy-headed intellectuals’?
“… Thus the entire education has to be directed towards employing the free time of the boy for the useful training of his body. He has no right to loaf about idly in these years, to make streets and movie theaters insecure, but after his daily work he has to steel and harden his young body so that life will not find him too soft some day…”
The perennial problem of idle youth, hanging on street corners, disrupting theaters, vandalism, and hooliganism - and here it is, right here in River City.
As a youth, my friends and I sat out on the street corners, movie theaters, pool halls, city parks and play grounds and we were forever considered a disruption to adult life. My memories of those days and the friends that were made in those places and under those circumstances are the fondest memories of my life to this date. I am still composing short stories and poems about those times, that old neighborhood, the lessons learned, and my friends and their families. I honestly feel that if I didn’t have the street corners, and those friends, I would never have survived the tragic circumstances of my dysfunctional family, and the basic insanity of the adult world.
Sometimes I think that we as adults, through years of conditioning have learned to accept a world of insanity and lunacy as the norm. We then try and force our children to conform to our particular form of basic institutionalized behavior and become very annoyed when our children act exactly as we would have acted when we were their age.
On the other hand, my young friends and I ‘hanging out’ on the street corners often discussed the short comings of our neighborhood, and our society. Without any training in Greek or Roman history we made our own theories about the perfect society and the perfect State. We talked about these things constantly, and were forever amazed at the ignorance of the adult world’s inability to understand the needs of their own children. For the most part we came to the conclusion that our parents were hopelessly ignorant, and Society, in general, just didn’t care.
“… Parallel with the training of the body, the fight against the poisoning of the soul has to set in. Our entire public life today resembles a hot house of sexual conceptions and stimulants. One has only to look at the menus of our movie houses, vaudevilles, and theaters; and one can hardly deny that this is not the right kind of food, above all for youth. In shop windows and on billboards one works with the basest means in order to attract the attention of the masses…”
Well Pavlov, does any of this ring a bell? I don’t know what they had in the movies and on the billboards in Adolf’s days, but I have the feeling that even old Adolf would be shocked at what is there today.
Adolf’s problem was not his inability to recognize what was wrong in many cases, but his solutions. All of his solutions involved coercion. We Americans often respect individual freedom to the point of accepting out right chaos – homelessness and poverty synonymous with freedom. But we have the coercive types also.
It is also interesting to note that as far as the disruption of the streets of Germany were concerned, and the youthful hooliganism about movie theaters, Adolf and his band of disgruntled war veterans whom he organized into Storm Troopers became far and away the most disruptive and lawless instigators.
They created havoc in the streets, they intimidated legitimate businesses, they challenged citizens in local taverns to fist fights, they broke up public meetings; when movies appeared that were to their disliking, such as, “All’s Quiet on the Western Front”; they rolled bottles down the isles and released rats into the theaters. If there were ever a group that had no respect for law and order it was Adolf and his band of bullies. And where were the local police when all of this was going on? Where was the legitimate authority? Where was the government’s army or peacekeepers?
Adolf was without any doubt a man who considered himself above the law. As Socrates before him, he considered himself to have surpassed his fellow man in virtue and had therefore become, in effect, a law unto himself
The lesson here, I think, as a people seeking leadership, we must not only listen to what a man says, but we must watch what he does. If his actions do not support his words, we should be skeptical. Most of us, including myself, fall short in this category. It is often very difficult for me to back up with action, the direction pointed at with my big mouth.
Part of the problem is that even though in some cases I know the way that things ‘should’ be, I am, more than often, willing to conform to what I think the ways of the world about me really are. Do you have that problem too? And ‘the way the world really is’ as determined by the accepted legal, illegal, moral or immoral behavior being practiced about me.
Adolf and his band of bullies were out of control, but they were not prevented from their illegal activities because the people in general supported what they were doing, considering it legitimate protest against an occupation government. And all this was the fault or the error on the part of the victorious allies at the end of World War I.
They rectified their mistake after World War II. The question is; why was the world at large so wimpy, or sympathetic to the Germans at the close of World War I? They were a defeated nation. Why weren’t they treated as such? Why were they allowed, if not encouraged to rebuild and re-arm themselves? As Winston Churchill stated in his ‘the Gathering Storm’... “If ever there was a war that could have been prevented, it was World War II.”
“... The result of this education can be studied in a not very enjoyable way with the youth of today. From the courtroom events sometimes penetrate to the public which permit a horrible insight into the inner life of our fourteen and fifteen year old youths. Who will wonder therefore that even in the circles of this age syphilis begins to seek its victims? And is it not a mystery to see how so many physically weak, and also mentally corrupt, young men receive their initiation into marriage by a whore of the big cities…”
Once again we hear Adolf the preacher; ‘physically weak’ and ‘mentally corrupt’ obviously refer to moral values and have nothing to do with intelligence or physical fitness.
The foot note on this page is interesting. It mentions that the communist’s answer to this problem was to give out free contraceptives, give family aid to unmarried lovers, and ‘week-ends’. I don’t know what ‘week-ends’ refers to, but the editors of this book actually praise Hitler and the Nazis for taking such a ‘moral’ stance against those awful communist free love advocates.
This book was originally published in 1927. So we have an insight into the customs and sexual mores of the time. Once again we see mankind’s problem in adjusting to its own sexual inclinations. Sexual indoctrination or education has been occurring in youth in about the same manner and way as it has since the beginning of recorded history. A disease breaks out periodically spotlighting what the population is doing sexually, and everybody is suddenly shocked.
Aids is the shocking sexual realization of our generation, syphilis of the Hitler generation, and I would imagine that there have been others throughout history. I hate to be so crude but Adolf is beginning to sound like a man who needs a little sexual activity himself. The big question for me here is; why is mankind forever involved in punishing himself for indulgence in pleasure?
The human race has a big problem here. The notion that I get, is that a certain segment of the human race, or possibly the human race in general is convinced that their existence here on this planet is some sort of punishment or retribution. And, of course, the beliefs of most religions would substantiate this notion. And if we define or interpret Religion as a human history opinion poll, this would lead us back to my original premise; that life is basically a negative experience, and no one can figure out why we are being punished. The frustration over this question, leads to hostility, and aggression whether conscious or subconscious, this leads humans to punish themselves, and/or attack others, not to mention, think up stupid rationales in defense of why we are all being punished in the first place.
I am not advocating hedonism, but it certainly does appear that where we are today and have been in the past is a total perversion of the natural inclinations of the species. And I am also not saying that if man were more liberated sexually, this would put and end to war. I am simply pointing out that this is an area lacking in sophistication, and maturity.
If a disease results from human beings having sex with one another, shouldn’t we be involved in the elimination of the disease, and not the elimination of sex? If a disease resulted from the basic inclination of humans to eat food, shouldn’t we find out what is wrong with the food rather than promote a system of voluntary starvation? If we say that decent men should not be placing their reproductive organ in unnatural, and hence disease promoting places shouldn’t we start with the female virgina which is clearly a dangerous, germ infected hazardous area. And by the same token, shouldn’t the male use something other than his own urine soaked disease potent penis for the purpose? Maybe God should be consulted with regards to this obvious incongruity,
Adolf has previously stated that the natural urge to sex and reproduction should not be interrupted by artificial solutions, and that war and disease are ‘Natures’ (God’s) way of purifying the species. So then what is the big problem with syphilis and tuberculosis? If Adolf were trying to be rationally consistent here he would have to be more like our ‘Moral Majority’ of today, who claim that Aids is God’s way of punishing the perverts and degenerates of the world.
By the same thinking why do we not consider tuberculosis, Cancer and other diseases of today to be a sign from God that cigarette smoking and eating processed foods and contaminating the air, and polluting the water are all a part of God’s natural plan to purify the species, or maybe even eliminate the species? Couldn’t allowing Man to discover the atomic bomb and nuclear power be God’s way of leading the human race to its proper place in His ‘Natural Plan’ - that of extinction?
Those that believe that God exist, and has adopted a reasonable and rational plan for the human race and the individuals who comprise it, have a big problem when it comes to logically defending their proposition. Maybe this is why the new religious right uses their own ‘reason’ and ‘logic’ to discredit reason and logic as a credible tool in the human processes of determining spiritual ‘truth’. It seems incredible that this should be the case, but philosophically, it has always been the case offered on the part of the adherents of the concept of God; Where reason ends, faith begins - has forever been the chant of the believers. This unfortunately eliminates the only tool of man for determining and understanding his surroundings and leaves everything and anything as plausible alternatives.
It is also interesting to note that in dealing with our Aids epidemic, and the spread of sexually transmitted diseases, we have the very same division of ideas today. Those who advocate the free dissemination of condoms and the education of youth with regards to sexual practices, helping single parents, etc, are treated much the same by their opponents as in the days of Adolf.
An intelligent approach to the human addiction to sex has not yet been determined, or discovered, and other than cleanliness, moderation, and respect for one another, I have nothing new to offer on the subject. A monogamous relationship would also seem logical from a social and national health view point.
“… This cleaning up of our culture must extend to nearly all domains. Theater, art, literature, movies, the press, billposters, and window displays must be cleaned of the symptoms of a rotting world and put into the service of a moral idea of state and culture. Public life must be freed from the suffocating purfume of our modern eroticism, exactly as also of all unmanly prudish insincerity. In all these things the goal and the way have to be determined by the care for the preservation of our peoples’ health in body and soul. The right of personal freedom steps back in the face of the duty of the preservation of the race …”
Adolf is continually concerned with the preservation of the race, not the human race, but THE race. ‘A moral idea of state and culture’? And what does Adolf consider moral and cultural? This is the problem, and this is forever the problem, defining terms. A philosopher by the name of Wittgenstein got into this problem of language and defining terms, I’ve yet to read what he had to say, but David Hume dealt with the same problem, as did Jean-Paul Sartre.
I’ve noticed that in my person dealings, I can converse with people with whom I totally disagree and we can have a comfortable discussion as long as we never get to specifics, and deal mostly in defining problems and not solutions.
The word God, itself, has a never ending array of interpretations. Adolf for the most part talks mostly about the general problems, but does not get too specific on the solutions. He says that things must be changed; he says that a strong discipline must be applied, he says that ‘ignorance’ must not be tolerated; he says that his nation must redevelop a strong moral character; he does state specifically that there is a Jewish problem that must be dealt with, but he doesn’t get too specific on the means; Syphilitics must be isolated so as not to contaminate the general public, and since there is no cure, allowed to disappear; prostitution is to be stamped out, but what we do specifically with the prostitute, we don’t know; we must clean up the culture, but how and what we do is not accurately explained as of yet. It seems to be a general characteristic of politicians that they are very good at stating the problems, but coming to specifics on the solutions is another thing entirely.
And as with Adolf it does seem to be with our present political situations. The problems are defined and redefined, but the specifics of the solutions are rarely discussed in any detail. Personal freedom does not seem to be taking a very high position in Adolf’s campaign platform. Personal freedom does not come before the rights of the State, or the preservation of THE race.
Adolf is without any doubt a law and order man, but, of course, it is his law and his order that will prevail. Once again, and I hate to be picking on preachers all the time, but as with most all preaches you have the right to believe differently so long as you don’t mind being wrong, but your right to not believe at all, does not get much ground other than in the provinces of Hell.
“… It is a half measure to allow incurably ill people the permanent possibility of contaminating the other healthy ones. But this corresponds entirely to a humanness which, in order not to hurt one individual, let hundreds of others perish. The demand that for defective people the propagation of an equally defective offspring be made impossible is a demand of clearest reason and in its painful execution it means the most humane act of mankind. It will spare undeserved suffering to millions of unfortunates, but in the future it will lead to an increasing improvement of health on the whole. The determination to proceed in this direction will also put up a damn against the further spreading of venereal diseases. For here, if necessary, one will have to proceed to the pitiless isolation of incurably diseased people; a barbaric measure for one who was unfortunate enough to be stricken with it, but a blessing for the contemporaries and for posterity. The temporary pain of a century may and will redeem millenniums from suffering.
“The fight against Syphilis and its pacemaker, prostitution, is one of the most colossal tasks of mankind, colossal for the reason that it does not involve the solution of a single question in itself, but rather the abolition of quite a series of evils which, as their consecutive symptoms, give the cause for this disease. For the illness of the body is here only the result of an illness of moral, social, and racial instincts.
“If this fight, by reason of inertia, or also cowardice, is not fought out, then one should look upon the nations five hundred years from now. Then one would be able to find only a few images of God, without deliberately insulting the All Highest ...”
Man is created in the image and likeness of God, implies Adolf But for Adolf the ‘image’ of God is obviously a healthy one. And I suppose we can also conclude that God is a blond haired, blue eyed, Adonis. Yes, and once again we are listening to Adolf the preacher, the defender of morality, and the interpreter of God’s real intent.
The sick, diseased, and mentally ill, are clearly not created in the image and likeness of God. So then, since they have obviously been created by Somebody, or Something, by Whom and for what purpose have they been put into existence?
One might also ask why had God created Syphilis. For that matter, why had He created anything harmful or hurtful to his chosen people? Could it be that God has never really chosen any people, and that God is, in fact, a sick deranged creature who is responsible for all of the sickness and derangement in which we live? The ultimate abusive parent?
Adolf, in my opinion, is truly a sick, deranged creature, but he is more consistent, logically, in his form of lunacy than most other religious zealots, and other want-to-believer’s are in their preachings.
Adolf is a preacher who took the God concept to it logical conclusion. Which is, that God, from our observations of life and the principles observed in Nature, must be of a demonic nature Himself. But, one may ask, if God is the embodiment of all evil, from whence is the source of love, kindness, decency, and beauty? If we are then to prove that God is all evil, we must then prove that these ‘good’ things do not exist, but are only figments of our imagination. And now we are returned to the cave of Plato and his shadows on the wall. If Adolf is insane he is no more or less insane than are the preponderance of the Religious thinkers of our day who try to rationalize an all loving God with an evil adversary (a devil), or an ultimate reward (a heaven) for enduring His abusive treatment, in a sick, death-filled, painful, animal eat animal world.
A parent presenting a cookie to a child who he or she has previously abused does not justify that abuse, even in our human courts of law. This brings us to Bertrend Russell, Jean-Paul Sartre and other non-believers once again. We either have two Gods, one evil, and one good, which is logically impossible because we then must decide which came first or which created the other, for there clearly could not be two creators of the Universe, or two first causes, or two prime movers, or even multiple Universes. Or, we must conclud that there is no such thing as God, as presently interpreted, or that there are two or more Gods, all with no beginning or end. And now we are back to the Romans and Greeks.
Bertrand Russell stated that since it was impossible for him to believe in a cruel, evil God, he chose to believe in no God. It would probably be more socially acceptable to believe in multiple Gods than to believe in no God, but multiple Gods would only aggravate the logic of it all and present a slew of unanswerable paradoxes to confront.
Prostitution is the pacemaker of syphilis?
Not infidelity, or promiscuity, or youthful investigation or experimentation? Syphilis comes from the hand of God to Adolf’s mouth as a warning to the chosen people to mend their ways or else the human race will be contaminated, and its future generations will no longer resemble the image and likeness of God. Once again like other religious zealots, we must presume that Adolf knows what God looks like. We also must conclude from the bible of Adolf that Blacks, Gypsies, Jews, Slavs, Poles, Russians, etc., were all created by God for the chosen people to use, rule over and destroy if and when they so choose. Much the same logic as in the conventional Bible that places all the other creatures of the earth at Man’s disposal, to be killed, abused, used, or eaten as they wish.
Adolf is truly great at being able to rationalize cruelty, and barbarism. Even the Marquis De Sade must take a second place to Adolf in this capacity. But Adolf is traditional in his adversity to sex. Sex related diseases are interpreted as a message from God. If Syphilis is a warning from God, then what is Cancer? What is MS? What is Alzheimer’s? What is Famine? What is Death? The logic here is pure Voo-doo.

Monday, November 19, 2007

The Eastpointer

Free Turkeys

By Richard E. Noble

This is going to be very hard for any of you to believe. I know because it was difficult for me to believe. But according to a book I just read “The Millionaire Next Door”, I am in the top 20% of the richest people in America.
At first I was somewhat excited about this estimation but then when I started thinking it over, it really didn’t sound all that good for America to me. I mean if I am actually in the top 20% of the richest people in America, this country is in serious trouble.
The fellow who wrote this book is rather old fashioned. He claimed that just because a guy was making $200,000 a year and was driving a BMW that didn’t mean that he was wealthy. He claimed that when you subtract what many of the above people owe from what they actually have, many of them are totally broke or operating in the red and getting redder everyday. If they lost their job tomorrow they would lose everything they have.
I am estimated in the top 20% of richest Americans because although I have always been in the bottom 10% of earners and have a poverty income even today, I have a few dollars in the bank, a car that is paid for, a residence that is paid for, combined with no credit card debts or payments on anything. This is, of course, after working for fifty-five years of my life. But that’s why I am “rich” and everybody else is poor according to the Millionaire Next Door.
Then a week or so later I stumbled onto this blog about the stock market. This guy who was writing this blog was commenting on an article he had read in the Wall Street Journal where this man who was currently earnings $250,000 per year was complaining that he didn’t have any money and that $250,000 wasn’t what it used to be in the good old days.
The blogger, who was from a modest, blue collar background, suggested that if his mom and dad had read this guy’s griping over his insufficient income they would have very little pity for the gentleman. I was, of course, in complete agreement with the blogger’s mom and dad.
Well, then I scrolled down to the “comments” section on this guy’s stock market blog.
All of the comments were from people who were earnings over $150,000 per year and every one of them was in sympathy with the guy who couldn’t get along on his $250,000. They all agreed that incomes over $100,000 per year were nothing to brag about and that they all had to watch their pennies.
I have the strong feeling that while these people may be watching their pennies the dollars are being seriously overlooked.
But okay, that’s the prologue to this Canterbury/Eastpointer Tale, now let’s go to the real story here this week.
I am standing in front of the meat counter over at the Piggly Wiggly. It was Thanksgiving time. I was looking at the turkeys. I
was trying to decide whether I should buy a ten pounder or a
twenty pounder - I enjoy left-over turkey at Thanksgiving time.
Suddenly this lady bumped up next to me. She wasn’t the best dressed lady even by my Eastpointer standards. In looking at her I did not presume that she lived in the Plantation for example. Like me she obviously needed some work and possibly a trip to the local Hair Design or Cut. But let’s not get judgmental here. Remember those that judge will be judged and none of us really want any of that action.
In any case, she nudges me and whispers; “They are giving away turkeys over at the Such and Such Church. Anyone can get one. You don’t have to fill out no papers or nothing.”
“Really, why are they doing that?” I asked.
“Just because they’re nice people and they like to help folks,” she answered.
“Well, that is really good of them isn’t it?”
“It sure is. I got one for me - you ought to go over there and get one for yourself.”
“Well, thanks for the tip,” I said.
Just then my wife came over; “What did that lady want?” she asked.
“She told me that they were giving away free turkeys over at some church.”
“Yeah, but why do you think that she told me about the free turkeys over at this church? There were lots of other people standing by the meat counter here that she could have confided in? Do I look like I need a free turkey - not that I am above accepting a free anything from anybody?”
My wife looked me up and down. “Well, you didn’t shave this morning.”
“Yeah, but I’m retired, why do I have to shave every morning?”
“You’ve got that old shirt on with the mustard stain that won’t come out?”
“So? It’s my favorite shirt. I like this shirt; it’s comfortable.”
“You’ve got those ratty jeans on with the holes in the knees and a pair of white socks with a hole in the big toe with those worn sandals?”
“Are you kidding. I saw a pair of jeans just like these at the Gap, for $147. You have to pay extra for jeans with holes in the knees these days. Expensive socks with holes in the toe will be at the Gap next year. I’m a trend maker here for cryin’ out loud.”
“Well then don’t get all bent out of shape when someone tells you where to go to get a free turkey.”
“Who is getting bent out of shape? Where is that church anyway?”

Richard E. Noble has been a resident of Eastpoint for around thirty years now. He has authored two books: “A Summer with Charlie” which is currently listed on and “Hobo-ing America” which should be listed on Amazon in the not too distant future. Most recently he completed his first novel “Honor Thy Father and Thy Mother” which will be published soon.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

The Eastpointer

Franklin County Business Watch

By Richard E. Noble

If you are about to open a small business be prepared to meet members of The Franklin County Business Watch.
I don’t know if they are a Fraternal Organization, like the Elks or the Moose or the Knights of Columbus, or what, but you can be sure they will be there. They will pop into your business even before you open, just to check you out. They usually make some excuse - like they need to use a bathroom, but what they really want to know is what the hell you are up to, and what makes you so foolish to think that you could ever open anything here in this wilderness that could be successful.
When you finally open your small business, members of this Business Watch will drop in all the time to inform you of the number of cars that are parked at your competition; or to inform you that they were just at your biggest competitor and had a wonderful time and, of course, so did the rest of the community who were ALL there.
They usually try their best to order or buy nothing. Their main goal is to take up as much room as they possibly can. If they get your attention, they will show you their last operation scar, pictures of their grand baby, their son in uniform or they might want you to go outside and take a look at their new car - or pet ... or new baby gorilla.
Sometimes they just drop in to say hello and give their kids a place to play for an hour or so.
If you sell food, just before they sit down to eat, they will tell you how they recently got food poisoning at the best, most successful eatery in the community, and had to be rushed to Weems at two o’clock in the morning to have their stomach pumped; after which they usually ask if what they are about to order is fresh or frozen, or prepared today. But usually they just want a large glass of water with lots of ice, and don’t be afraid to charge them for it, they advise.
If you do charge them, they will either give you a thousand dollar bill, ask if you’ll take a personal check, or run out to their car for an hour, gathering change up off the floor, but all the while remembering to leave someone inside apologizing in a loud voice for not having the money ... TO PAY FOR THE GLASS OF WATER.
They always need desperately something that you don’t have: a Band-Aid, aspirin, high-beam headlight bulb, or an emergency room intravenous feeding machine.
“Do you really make any money here?” is a common Business Watch Group question.
Sometimes they will walk in, holding their knee painfully, asking if you have insurance. Other times they just like to stop out in front of your place for a family picnic, or to wash and dry a few of the baby’s diapers on your picnic tables or drop off last week’s trash in your dumpster.
They love to use your business phone to make hotel reservation in Dallas, or to call back home to find out how Elmer is coming with his Chemo.
If you manage to keep the doors open for more than a year and take in more money than you pay out for a month or two, they spread the rumor that you have more money than God, and are one of the cheapest S.O.B.’s that was ever born.
If one of your employees falls down or cuts themselves in front of one of them, they usually have a good supply of business cards from personal injury lawyers who they are related to and that just happen to live near-by.
But, let me be the first to wish you the best of luck on your new business idea. By the way, why are you opening a business anyway? Are you just trying to hide some cash from the IRS or do you seriously think that this foolish notion of yours has some kind of remote possibility of being a success? Do you know that one out of every five small businesses in America fail in the first year? That’s about the same success rate as marriage. How long have you been married anyway? Are you prepared to end your marriage if this business gets difficult? But seriously, is there something wrong with you? Are you incapable of working for other people? Are you too stupid or obstinate to get a real job? Do you hear voices? Don’t believe what they say. Take it from me, you are just crazy!

Richard E. Noble has been an “Eastpointer” for around thirty years now. He has authored two books: “A Summer with Charlie” which is currently listed on and “Hobo-ing America” which should be listed on Amazon in the not too distant future. Most recently he completed his first novel “Honor Thy Father and Thy Mother” which will be published soon.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

It’s an “Upside-down” World


By Richard E. Noble

There is a new concept floating around out there in the world of economics. It’s called the “upside-down” people.
If you went down to the new car dealership to trade in that old clunker that you bought four years ago to buy a new one and you found out that you still owe more money on that secondhand car than the car’s current estimated value - you are one of the upside-down people.
If you have a home that you have been making payments on for the last ten or fifteen years and you are trying to sell it but you have found out that you still owe more on the house than you can sell it for - you are one of the “upside-down” people.
These were the only two upside-down situations that I read about but I find that there are many others that I have noticed myself.
For example, you decide that you want to participate in the American dream and you open up your own little business. You will learn very quickly that you had better have some Workman’s Compensation insurance for Billy, Bob, Susan and Arthur, your employees, in case they get injured or hurt on the job; you will also find that you need accident insurance for your customers just in case one of your customers trips over one of your employees, sprains her ankle and damages her expensive Oprah designer high-heels. But if you or your mate - the owners of this business - trip over one of your customers who then falls on top of an employee of yours, more than likely you (or your spouse) will be the only ones who aren’t covered because you can’t afford the personal owner’s coverage. I don’t know but, I think that is slightly “upside-down”.
Now let’s say that you are a patriotic young boy or girl and you want to do your part for your Country in this time of stress - so you join a branch of the armed services. Now I realize that the pay and salaries for servicemen are much better than they have ever been in the history of this country. But if you get a job working for a civilian outfit that has now become a part of the “privatization” of the “new war” concept; you can make considerably more money than any soldier - possibly more than many of the officers and maybe even more than some of the generals. And, I have been told, it is all tax free. Now believe me I am not aspiring or applying for either of the above mentioned positions and I hate to sound like Andy Rooney here but doesn’t that seem somewhat “upside-down”?
Now here’s another one; you decide that you want to become a Doctor. A Doctor has always been a respected profession in this country. And even today I bump into people who brag to me about their millionaire offspring - the “Doctor”. But in the last few decades I have noticed what appears to me to be a new class of “blue-collar” doctors. These people went to college; they studied hard; they put in their internship and whatever but in order to accomplish this dream they are now nine million dollars in debt from college loans. And not only that, they no longer hang out their shingle or open their practice - they work as an employee for some business school management or economics major who doesn’t even know how to take his own blood pressure. As Andy Rooney would say - this seem a little strange?
To continue with this college loan business. I know young people who finally graduated from college at an age where the young people of my generation would have been married for about eleven years and had three kids. They now have a job where they make three times the highest pay that I have ever had in my life. But they still can’t meet their expenses and pay off their college loans. Some loans have actually increased since they graduated from college over thirty percent due to accumulated interest. I have been saying for years that the only hope for a young girl in this situation is to find a Doctor to marry. But she better find an old fashioned white collar Doctor and not one of these blue collar doctors like the ones mentioned above.
And now we come to the American dream of owning your own home. Just a short time ago many home owners were being advised by their economic consultant to sell their home and rent an apartment. The advice was that with the escalating home prices coupled with insurance, taxes and upkeep - you could rent cheaper than you could own. Today the situation has changed a little; now nobody can sell their darn house - partly because between the insurance, the taxes and the upkeep it no longer pays to own your own home. Wow! That really sounds upside-down to me.
And now we come to the biggest upside-down in American history. I hesitate to even mention this but please remember I am speaking economically not patriotically - or even about the current world situation. I don’t even want to get into that.
We have something like three million active duty soldiers. I would guess that we have close to that number in our “privatized” military service. We have thirty million, mostly supportive, retired military. We have tens of millions of workers employed in military procurement and military defense industries here and abroad. If we add up all of our citizens involved in Military in one capacity or another, the percentage would be shocking to most Americans.
Fifty percent of our national budget deals with Military costs and expenditures. If you add in payments on the National Debt which was primarily caused by past wars and military spending and then add in veteran’s pension and medical care (past, present and future), it probably amounts to a great deal more than half our national budget. It is easy to see why many political writers are referring to the United States as a “Fortress” or “Fortress America”. In fact the National Debt is so high most experts agree that it can never be paid off. The only way that it is estimated that we can keep up the payments on the debt (never mind the principal) is if the economy and inflation grow faster than the interest payments and additional borrowing and spending.
If the concept of war would somehow disappear from the human horizon tomorrow, we here in the United States would have to continue producing and manufacturing weapons for another decade or two - even if we just throw them away as opposed to “donating” them abroad - because not to do so would result in a massive economic depression. The economic ship of state, along with the Military Industrial Complex, simply can’t be stopped or turned around that quickly.
There used to be a saying in intellectual philosophical circles. It went something like this. If it is true that a God does not really exist, it would have been necessary for man to have invented Him. Well I have a similar parable. It seems to me in our present economic world, if war did not exist, economics would demand that man invent one.
I say “man” because I do not think this situation is peculiar to the good old U.S.A. I think most countries are in a similar situation - even many third world countries. They are just operating on a smaller scale.
You may notice on your TV that in many a disruptive third world nation, the people may be without shoes or food to eat, but nevertheless nearly everyone has and automatic weapon, machine gun, grenade-launcher, or rocket shooter. I’m not even asking where these weapons are manufactured or who selling them but I would like to know where all these unemployed people get the money to buy them?
Now that is really upside-down. Don’t you think, Mr. Rooney?

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Johannes Kepler (1571-1630)

By Richard E. Noble

If you are looking for wackos to read about in scientific history, you don’t want to pass up Johannes Kepler.
His mother was considered by the neighbors to be a witch. They tried to burn her at the stake at one point. She also sold drugs in Wurtemberg. It didn’t help her case that Johannas was busy writing science fiction; “Somnium” a story about an imagined journey to the moon. In any case, he returned to the village and took up her legal defense. He managed to save her life. She was nevertheless convicted, but offered exile with her promise never to return. If she returned, it was death.
Well, when Johannas got big enough to stop brewing magic potions for mama, he married the little rich girl from down the road. He really liked her. He said that she was “fat, stupid, simple minded, sulking, lonely, and melancholy”. He felt that not only was she stingy and critical, but uncooperative and distant. I wonder if her “uncooperative-ness and distance” had anything to do with the fact that little Johannas didn’t like taking a bath. He only took one bath in his life. It gave him the flu or something, he claimed. If that wasn’t enough to turn off little Barbara Muehleek, his new bride, maybe it was the scabs that he had growing here and there. I really don’t think that the worms that he had growing in his hands and fingers could have really bothered her that much, do you?
About the time of the Thirty Years War he was living in Graz when the Catholics took over and announced that all Protestants had to go. Johannas packed up the wife and kids (wow!) and headed for Prague.
Kepler was really a follower of the Greek mystic, Pythagoras. He believed in the “harmony” of the universe and that the planets sang, or made music. Kepler actually figured out what song they were playing. Saturn corresponded to a major third, Jupiter to a minor third, Mars to a fifth and so on. I think that the actual song they played was “Just Another Love Song”, by the Beatles.
He was also an expert in astrology. He probably picked that up from mom, the witch, along with numerology and palm reading. In any case, he picked up a few extra bucks selling horoscopes to the rich and the stupid when things got tough for Protestants with scabs and worms in their fingers.
Bertrand Russell said that, “Kepler is one of the most notable examples of what can be achieved by patience without much in the way of genius.”
Kepler was offered a job at the castle by the super wealthy Tycho Brahe and had a hell of a time. But finally Tycho died and left Kepler all of his astronomical research. Kepler was appointed to Tycho’s position but at considerably less pay.
Kepler believed that there were men on the moon who had constructed the “craters”. He was interested in what caused the motion of the planets and decided on magnetism as opposed to the ancient “soul” theory. He was ahead of his time in comparing the universe to clockworks. He claimed that geometry was the language of God and devised three rules or laws for the universe. Planets moved in ellipses. They swept out equal areas in equal times. And the squares of their periods (times to complete one orbit) were equal to the cubes of their average distances from the sun. Kepler fans claim that Newton really got his gravity idea from Kepler.

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

The River Flows or Does it?

Move to Atlanta

By Richard E. Noble

It was at the Courthouse in Apalachicola over 20 years ago. A group of “politicos” had come to our tiny “fishing village” from the big city of Atlanta - one fancy dressed squirt, in his suit and tie, was from the Georgia governor’s office in that land of prosperity and unrestricted growth.
They were here to explain to us why they had the right to take water from the Apalachicola River System for their growing, prosperous, big city in Georgia.
The courthouse was near capacity, packed with white boots, jeans, and baseball caps - no suits and ties.
All the seafood workers knew that the bay needed the river. All of us didn’t know exactly why the bay needed the river, but you didn’t have to be a real genius to see that there was a connection.
We were all there to learn and the first thing we learned was that as Atlanta grew in size and population, the Apalachicola River got lower and lower. There was a big lake up there called Lake Lanier and the city of Atlanta was draining water from the river system and storing it in Lake Lanier for drinking water. So the argument was kind of slanted. The suits and ties from Atlanta wanted to know what was more important - the lives of prosperous, hard working, successful citizens up in Atlanta or a few oysters or shrimp down here in this dying “little fishing village” at the bottom of this long river; a village that was filled with dilapidated (rustic) tin shacks and a small group of workers who had the misguided notion that maintaining their subsistence level and traditional livelihoods was being successful.
As the argument progressed our side down here at the mouth of the river was looking shabbier and shabbier. The suits and ties talked about “citizens” and constitutional rights and prosperity and growth, and MONEY. In Atlanta they all made MONEY!
The fishermen were all very understanding of growth and prosperity, but they pointed out that this was not exactly an argument of people against “oysters”; it was actually some people against some other people. The people down here in Apalachicola caught the oysters and other seafood, and sold it to other people and made their living. It was people vs. people, not people vs. Polar Bears or Blue Nosed Sap-sucking Yellow Peckered Warblers.
The suits and ties understood people needing to make a living but they didn’t understand why the seafood workers couldn’t just do something else. Like in the Willie Nelson song “don’t let your sons grow up to be cowboys, let them be lawyers and doctors and such” - why didn’t the seafood workers in Apalachicola just let their children become doctors and lawyers and such and forget about catching oysters and crabs and shrimp.
Here we had the Will Rogers type county talkin’ simple folk in a debate with the Atlanta school of wannabe Harvard graduates with a southern drawl. Talk about living in two different worlds; well here they were.
The suits and ties had flown down here in their space ships and the locals had carted themselves over on their buckboards and the two were here discussing the future.
One group knew exactly what their intentions and goals were and what they were going to do. And the other group was being told to move and make way. And that was it; pure and simple.
Finally one of the white boots and baseball cap crowd said: “Yeah but what about our rights? Ain’t we citizens too? I have always heard that this is a country where all men are created equal; where we all have equal rights and freedom. How can you guys just do whatever you want up there and tell us down here to all go to hell?”
“Well, we aren’t telling you to go to hell. You’re missing the point,” said the representative from the Georgia Governor with his wily wannabe Harvard lawyer’s smirk. “In fact, if you would like, you could all move to Atlanta too. We’d love to have you all join us up there.”
The white boot man then said; “So you ain’t exactly telling us that we can all go to hell, you are just asking us to all voluntarily move there.”
Unfortunately we seem to be getting an instant replay of this past scenario. Only this time it is coming directly from the horse’s mouth. Now due to over-development and lack of foresight a new Georgia Governor demands more water for their lawns and putting greens and recommends potential devastation for our commercial and sport fishing paradise. Come on People!

Richard E. Noble has been a resident of Eastpoint for around thirty years now. He has authored two books: “A Summer with Charlie” which is currently listed on and “Hobo-ing America” which should be listed on Amazon in the not too distant future. Most recently he completed his first novel “Honor Thy Father and Thy Mother” which will be published soon.

Sunday, November 04, 2007

Joseph P. Kennedy

By Richard E. Noble

As Albert Einstein exemplified, perspective is a fascinating phenomenon. Being raised in the greater Boston, Massachusetts area maybe I can present a slightly different picture of that big S.O.B., Joseph P. Kennedy. My oral and street education went something like this.
Joseph P. Kennedy was the product of poor, Irish-immigrant, Catholic heritage. The Irish were basic European waste matter. “Send in the Irish”, was the typical British, military chant whenever they had a situation that required a waste of human life.
In the pre-civil war days of the U.S., the Irish were used where slave owners feared to tread. An Irishmen’s life at ten cents a day was a much better buy than a black slave who may have cost his owner five hundred to fifteen hundred dollars.
With this as his background, Joseph P. Kennedy committed the gravest of sins. He became one of the richest men in America. And how did he do that?
Well, for one thing, it seems that during the Depression when all of the established White Anglo-Saxon Protestant Republicans were selling out the U. S. as fast as they could, shipping $100,000 in gold bars alone, out of the country each week; that S.O.B., Kennedy, was risking every penny he had buying up abandoned America as fast as he could. He bought closed factories, and discontinued breweries (alcohol, an Irish Catholic traditional beverage that he knew would never die) and everything else that he could get his hands on. He became so knowledgeable of the stock market and all of its shenanigans that he was hired by the Yellow Cab Company to save their butt. He locked himself in a room with a bank of telephones and a bunch of ticker tape machines and by out-playing all the little rich boys at their own game he saved the Yellow Cab Company and the jobs of their thousands of workers.
He went on to volunteer to patch up the loopholes in the stock market for F.D.R. An act that surely didn’t please a whole lot of the little, rich boys who made their fortunes wallowing in those holes, but a job that has been successful up and until this new age of international and domestic swindling. Joe considered this act for F.D.R. his greatest act of patriotism.
After that the big S.O.B. opened up his own neighborhood bank, and loaned money out to poor Irishmen who would never have got a dime elsewhere to buy homes, businesses and barrooms all over the area.
His bank prospered and grew and he became one of the super wealthy.
He then went on to inspire his children with the malicious notion that this was the greatest country in the world, where even poor, dumb, maligned, drunken Irishmen could become rich and famous.
Two of these children died in World War II, one in a fighter plane and one by accident. Two of his other boys grew up to have their heads blown off by ungrateful, jealous Americans because of the Kennedy boys attempts to make their country a better place for all peoples to live.
There was a time in America when Joseph P. Kennedy would have been considered an American Hero.
So much for perspective, hey?

Thursday, November 01, 2007

Franklin Delano Roosevelt
(President from 1933-1945, 32nd)

By Richard E. Noble

In 1924 Roosevelt (Rose-velt) went to the Democratic convention to place Alfred E. Smith’s name before the gathering for nomination as Democratic presidential candidate. About three years earlier Roosevelt had been struck down with infantile paralysis (polio). They thought that he would never walk again. They had doubts as to whether or not he would ever even sit up again. But in less than three years, there he was at the Democratic National Convention struggling to the podium on crutches and harnessed in metal leg braces. It was only ten steps, but it seemed to take forever as the auditorium hushed and watched the poor man struggling to the microphone. When he got there he threw his head back and beamed his famous grin, and the audience roared with a standing ovation that lasted an hour and thirty minutes.
One month before his inauguration, on Feb 14, 1932 a man named Giuseppe Zangara, sprayed the platform where Roosevelt was speaking with gunfire, wounding five of the president’s entourage and killing Mayor Anton Cermak of Chicago. Clearly, Roosevelt was one of those men that people either loved or hated.
Hoover said that grass would be growing in the streets of America if Roosevelt was elected. From what I’ve read, by the time Hoover was done the grass was already there, it only remained for Roosevelt to hire some of Hoover’s fifteen million unemployed and starving to cut it. Roosevelt did much more than that. In just eight years he had half of that fifteen million back to work, and most of America smiling and beaming with hope and optimism once again.
He was called a traitor to his wealthy, privileged class. Hoover called him a Red and a Communist. The more reserved Republicans called him a socialist and a dictator. Joe Kennedy called him “that crippled son of a bitch that killed my son, Joe.”
The man in the street who suddenly found himself once again with a job, food on the table for his family, a roof over his head and hope for the future, called him a savior from God Almighty. And these people elected him four times for a period of almost sixteen years. And I’ll bet if he hadn’t have died, they would have elected him again.
Roosevelt really had two major and distinct presidencies. His first ran from 1932 to 1940 where he tackled the problem of the greatest financial disaster that this nation had ever seen. In this battle he did exactly as his opponents had predicted. He became a dictator and a socialist and took all aspects of government and society into his own hands.
He revised the monetary system, the banking system, the Stock Market, the industrial community, farming, internal and external trading, prices and profits, labor and management relations - everything.
He scared the hell out of a lot of people, and he WAS a dictator.
But, he was a dictator American style. He was a dictator in the tradition of George Washington and Abraham Lincoln - a serious leader with a deep respect for the principles of democracy, and all the people. He had a backbone craved out of the Declaration of Independence. He was truly fearless.
For his encore he took on Hirohito, Mussolini and Adolf Hitler who had at that moment nearly all the free people of the world in their clutches, and democracy on its knees. He was the Commander and Chief who won World War II, sick and dying and from a wheelchair.