Ride or Die

 


 Rev Wilbur Witt

 

All bow before the mighty social-political pendulum! It swings constantly, steadily, regardless of the desires of man or the components therein. Fads fade, and new ones appear, and no matter what you may think, it swings from left to right with a slight wobble in the middle and is no respecter of persons. It never stops in the center. And those who have perception will also have the wisdom to see its effects and either ride or die. That’s the only option.

No individual can force the pendulum. All they can do is plan their course accordingly through their understanding and duck when it swings by.  Behold!

In my morning exploration of the human condition, I perceived a slight wobble as the pendulum paused momentarily and began to adjust direction and velocity. I was reviewing the ABC News, the most prejudicial, left-wing conglomeration since the ten-year love-in of the 60s but it does have value as a barometer. And I found these.

https://apple.news/AHdzloI2PQkGUM4DADJbgug

https://apple.news/AuWIf6ThjSr6dV6Ml_Ru97A

https://apple.news/AKIv6ntCsQBuZnQdEvMEBLg

https://apple.news/AV4_820OxT22CX75kxRU8vg

https://apple.news/AWWI_60yRT3mNXwEOOwa0ww


Now, I didn’t cherry-pick these stories. I just grabbed right off the front page. Immigration was a hot topic, but as the fruits and vegetables molded, and prices went up Maria de Lopez Santiago, farm worker late of Nuevo Laredo didn’t look so bad no matter how wet her back was!

As COVID reared its ugly head yet again, RFK wasn’t so cool when your only choice was Bayer Aspirin or Ivermectin! We didn’t need to waste taxpayer’s money on useless frivolity such as weather reports, and God bless that nine-year-old incest victim about to give birth to a not so bouncing baby whatever!

When the pendulum reaches a point where it has to swing back the other direction the crazies come out. You go from the homeless defecating on pier 37 in San Francisco to Storm Troopers taking over Chicago. And I’ll admit that can be entertaining. Seeing some Southern Baptist suddenly discovering that the “Christina” he’s been “witnessing” to, might be a horse of a different color,  having been born a Christian, and not the kind of Christian he thought? Hawk Tuah deacon!

Hitler showed us that lock step leads to political arthritis. And all those trials at the end of the war. And how about those cute girls of Haight-Ashbury back in the day? Free love! And free everything else as we discovered that penicillin wouldn’t cure everything!

All that having been said, Amerika was in a mell of a Hess after Obama. Oh, it looked so cool. A half-breed in the rainbow-colored White House. The first “Lady” looking kinda weird and Somalia pirates and bartenders in Congress. The left was rolling in it like a dead armadillo. Dead armadillos stink, just in case you didn’t know and the pendulum gave you Don Trump of the New York family. Hey! I ain’t even gonna lie to you. I rolled in that armadillo myself.

When all the Executive Orders flew out of the Trump White House the Christian Right had an orgy, or as close to an orgy as you can get with all your clothes on. But this was that wobble correction. C’mon! You can’t have bearded ladies in the little girls’ bathrooms.

Of The People. Consider that. Of The People. All the people. Not just the ones you like. There is too much welfare, but Jesus told us the poor you will always have with you like an unemployed brother in law! I believe abortion is murder, but letting a child die in childbirth is irresponsible. Don’t like illegals? Enjoy your five-dollar lettuce.

Life is give and take. Many are called but few are chosen. Some things are constant. Don’t let the government run everything, especially not your family. If you have one wife or five it’s nobody’s business. You may not like the nice gay couple in the house on the corner until they back you in defense of your second amendment rights!

And the pendulum don’t care. It will satisfy your desires but it’s always in motion and can head in a direction you don’t like. And like our brothers the bikers say, “Ride or Die!”

 

Wilbur William Witt Jr
 


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