and what it is not, from Robert Reich. http://www.huffingtonpost.com/robert-reich/on-patriotism_b_7727196.html
You should read this link closely. This is the kind of garbage posted routinely on Huffington Post. It is printed not because it is true or authentic- but because it is written by someone with all the proper liberal credentials.
I don't like Robert Reich. I consider him a statist and a socialist who votes all things liberal. He's enjoyed a silver spooned Ivy League education and he teaches at places like Harvard and UC Berkeley, home of Mr. Yellen. In short, Robert Reich is a socialist who has spent the vast majority of his life writing books on theory and feeding at the government trough.
Oddly enough, Reich's education does not qualify him as an expert on patriotism. The odd thing about ego maniacs and over achievers is that once they have been conferred with all kinds of academic honors- somehow they think they become experts on everything. Reich is no exception.
Which leads me back to Reich's definition of what a patriot is. Patriots, according to Reich's definition, are nice obedient workers who pay their taxes. You should also according to Reich's definition, support your government no matter how deceptive, dishonest, or criminal it has become. You should work from within, accomplishing nothing, while unrepresentative government shines the boots of corporate America and the oligarchy and steals as much as they can from you.
You see, we should support a government which passes bills without reading them, a government which encourages employees (Holder) to look the other way on the vast amounts of fraud committed by the criminal banking cabal. A government which authorizes gun sales to criminal, foreign murderers and covers up the deaths of patriots like Brian Terry. We should support the Federal Reserve which has manipulated and destroyed our money system, we should support a Secretary of State who allowed Benghazi employees to be murdered and then lied about the origins of that. A Secretary of State who has accepted countless foreign bribes and pocketed them. A Secretary of State who has obstructed justice while obliterating tens of thousands of emails bought and paid for, alas owned by, the citizens of this country.
Reich dated Hillary once. In the end, all things always tend to make sense.
With all due respect Robert Reich, you talk about patriotism like you know what that is. My definition of patriotism comes from patriots- those people with credible experience. People who were killed and wounded. People putting it on the line. Not people like you postulating about the theory of patriotism.
A patriot loves his country and realizes that it is his responsibility to hold government accountable. A patriot is honest and authentic. He does not condone immoral or illegal conduct from his government. In fact he knows the greatest single threat to freedom comes from his own government. A patriot believes in the Republic not the democracy. A patriot understands that the rights of the minority should be protected from the whims of the majority. He believes in the rule of law, not the rule of men. A patriot will die to protect his fellows. He marches into battle because he does not fear his death- believing instead that the next life will be better. In short and noticeably exclusive, I have never known a great patriot who was an atheist. It is an odd observation- one which surely must have it's exceptions- that most of the great patriots throughout history were Christians. Faith has always been the great enemy of fear.
Patriotism doesn't have a fucking thing to do with paying taxes or supporting criminals. I am so sick of "credentialed" people telling the rest of us "less thans" where that bear shits in the woods- as though kissing some Ivy League ass for a few years entitles you to become an expert on the subject of patriotism and tell the rest of us how to be good citizens. The statist version of patriotism always requires some blind obedience to leadership which has gone off the rails. You can bet the masses who once worshipped Hitler were once thought of as great patriots.
In short, it takes an actual, authentic patriot to define what a patriot is. With all due respect Robert Reich, you don't have the proper credentials.
Not so long ago. http://thecivillibertarian.blogspot.com/2015/06/when-honor-and-courage-mattered-sunday.html
"Liberty is meaningless where the right to utter one's thoughts and opinions has ceased to exist. That, of all rights, is the dread of tyrants. It is the right which they first of all strike down. They know its power. Thrones, dominions, principalities, and powers, founded in injustice and wrong, are sure to tremble, if men are allowed to reason. ~ Frederick Douglass
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The Last, Hard Ride- The Montana Tour With Pictures, Part 2
Click to embiggen the pictures I have posted on this piece- they are far better that way. If your subscription has run out, this feature will work anyway. It's hard work writing and editing a world class blog like this and I don't concern myself with a dwindling readership which is mostly my mother and Troy.
After blasting through the center of Montana via Columbus and White Sulpher Springs, Troy and I arrived at the Great Falls Harley Davidson dealership. Troy bought a shirt for his gal and I stared at the bike inventory. I loved one bike, priced at a paltry 38,000. The salesman said it was a steal. I told him that indeed it was- for the dealership. While I chatted him up, he convinced me to switch hotels which I did. Some advice here. If you use a booking site like Hotels.com- you have to cancel through Hotels.com. This was a major pain in the ass which took me 20 minutes. They even tried to tell me it was non refundable wherein I said "bullshit, it was the cancellation policy which caused me to book it in the first place. Eventually, I managed to get it done- no thanks to the Indian call center and a call taker with a heavy Indian accent.
|Troy at some geyser spot near Mammoth|
The new hotel was very nice. Indoor pool, jacuzzi, breakfast. There were at least 20 bikers there. I found a biker, about my age, that Troy had talked to earlier. I walked up to him and said I hadn't found a man from New Orleans that I couldn't whip. He laughed and we spent nearly 20 minutes bullshitting. While packing later that morning, I couldn't find my favorite shirt- a black polyester over shirt that I use on chilly mornings. I searched high and low for that shirt but oddly, I forgot to just ask the front desk. (I called later, they are sending it to me)
Our route from Great Falls to Choteau was a pleasant ride. I have never eaten so many bugs. Bugs everywhere. Another reason to wear sunglasses and a doo rag. From Choteau we traveled up to the Blackfeet Indian Reservation at Browning. I had a friend from the Blackfeet tribe when I lived in Missoula and he was a great guy. The Blackfeet Indians are very friendly unlike a couple of other tribes I won't mention here. At any rate, we stopped for gas. We left and we hadn't gone a mile when I noticed my phone was missing. In a panic, I turned and went back to the gas station thinking it had been stolen. The clerk told me a woman had found it outside where we were standing in the shade. What a relief. I think I would rather lose my wallet. I am forever losing shit. I think my memory was better when I was drinking.
|Yours truly, (I am hyper extending my gut) at Beartooth Lake|
This is the part where I am gonna plaster a few pictures and try to catch up.
|Top of Beartooth Pass, cold in the 40's and windy|
|Mirror inside the cafe, that's me on the right in 20 years|
|Cool neon, abused our waitress Barb unmercifully|
|E. Glacier entrance at St Mary, had lunch here|
Ok, so I am pretty much caught up. Thought I'd tell you an interesting story. We were having lunch at this joint and I was of course teasing the waitress, which I have learned to do during my 25 years as a cop. There were 5 people eating in the bar. All of us were bikers, the other group were Canadians. In the middle of lunch, some kid sits down and starts to play classical music on the piano. It was pretty good. The Canadian bikers, seated next to us, kind of smiled smugly at this kid who was playing. When the kid left, one of the bikers explained to me that he was a concert pianist in a Canadian orchestra. He told me if I really wanted to hear that song- I should listen to him play it. The dude looked like a construction worker, go figure.
Ok so I am gonna put up a few pictures from the park. Downloading pictures on this Commodore 64 is taking forever.
|Troy harassing some nice woman|
You gotta check this out. I watched as at least 20 people were snapping photos and nudging each other, acting excited at a turnout in the park. When I finally saw what they were all all clamoring about, I find Methuzaluh, the mountain goat. This mountain goat is like a dumb shit decoy for park visitors, around 100 years old was my best guess. The park probably just tethers him there at night so he doesn't walk off or fall over and visitors feel like they get their money's worth. At any rate, Methuzaluh the mountain goat hobbled ever so slowly onto the ice and just plunked himself down.
|Methuzalah, center ice, preparing for the afterlife|
That night and the next morning, we decided to deviate from our plan and try to make it home on Saturday. Butte hotels were full and Sunday was supposed to be the hottest day this year. (It was 111 in Boise today) So we hauled ass for Missoula and some breakfast.
I try to give every waitress as much shit as possible. It's just part of my DNA. Our server in Missoula was no different. Although she was only 21, smart, attractive, classy, and a college student with a real major- I think I convinced her that the rest of her life would be miserable, mundane drudgery dotted with periods of depression and divorce. Maybe she will have a couple of no account kids. That's what she has to look forward to. Her best years I said, were probably behind her. I think she realizes I was right. She was a sweetheart and because of that, we added a dollar to her tip for a total of two dollars. That's how we roll. She was kind enough to pose for my last picture. Thanks Taylor, I gotta feeling you will buck the odds.
|Puts up with smelly, obnoxious, old men|
I was not looking forward to the trip home. From Hamilton south to Boise is 300 miles of non stop curves, switchbacks, and suicidal deer. I actually donned my helmet. The other problem was that I was tired, sunburnt, and the heat was killer hot- over 100 degrees.
I run pretty hard. About 20 miles outside of Challis I was running along side the Salmon River. I was inside a left handed curve going away from the river. I entered the curve too fast. It turns out as I looked at it later, that this curve is a reverse superimposed curve meaning that it banks left but it is sloped down and away (opposite) toward the river. I have only seen a few reverse supers in my life. Road engineers are well aware of the dangers and hazards of these poorly engineered curves. I noted that all of the asphalt was torn off the road edge because so many drivers had done the same thing as I had. It was that torn up asphalt which slowed me down and allowed me to keep the bike upright. I hit a roadside hole so hard that it popped out the flush mount gas cap that I have and sprayed me with gas.
On a bike, there are no second chances. When you make a high speed mistake on a motorcycle, you usually pay for it. I lucked out plus- I didn't panic and try to turn my wheel which would have put me down. That's my experience helping me out of this jam. I would have been better off vaulting off the road at 40 or so and into the river upright. In Challis, I used a spray wand to clean off all of the tar and dirt from my downward facing oil cooler and gathered my senses a little bit while looking for leaks or broken tire beads. The bike was unharmed. The rider however, had a serious wake up call and did the rest of the trip at or below the speed limit. From Kalispell to Boise the mileage is right at 500. It was a hard ride for an old man.
I can't wait for the next one.
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