Analogy: ..according to my Webster’s, a·nal·o·gy; 1.a. Similarity in some respects between things that are otherwise dissimilar. b. A comparison based on such similarity. 2. Biology. Correspondence in function or position between organs of dissimilar evolutionary origin or structure. 3. A form of logical inference or an instance of it, based on the assumption that if two things are known to be alike in some respects, then they must be alike in other respects. 4. Linguistics. a. The process by which words and morphemes are re-formed or created on the model of existing grammatical patterns in a language, as Modern English name : names for Old English nama : naman on the model of nouns like stone : stones. b. The process by which inflectional paradigms are made more regular by the replacement of an uncommon or irregular stem or affix by one that is common or regular, as bit in Modern English bit, bitten for Old English b³t, biten. [Middle English analogie, from Old French, from Latin analogia, from Greek, from analogos, proportionate. See ANALOGOUS.]

 Another can of worms? It would seem so, but then we, as individuals, or “we,” as “we the people,” are, if responsible, duty-bound to seek the truth. Accordingly, at least in my opinion, to find the truth one must start at the beginning. Which in my case, would be 25,298 days ago, or as in the case of my blog, 22 days ago.

 (F.Y.I.) .. Information source for the number of days between Friday, December 26, 1941 and Thursday, March 31, 2011, to include today.

 In my inaugural, i.e. introduction blog, on the 10th of March this year, I introduced myself as chronologically older than most, yet still younger than some. I tried to draw attention to our news media by comparing Charlie Sheen’s follies to serious matters around the world. I established the fact that I have a tin ear when it comes to music and that I live far enough up north as to enjoy shoveling snow during our winter months. Not a lot of information, but a start, a beginning and as the past 22 days have rolled by, I have offered more information, both about myself, my thoughts and my opinions on how I feel about America and our present administration. Although I did not vote for Barack Obama, I do not believe that our present administration is any worse than the administration of George W. Bush, and that is the problem. Administration’s, come and go while we the people, the rank-and-file, who used to hold a place in America that allowed for participation in the American dream. Accordingly although I recognize that many of the opinions that I have offered lean towards my displeasure with our government, the bottom line, where the buck stops so to speak, is with you and I. Barack Obama is doing nothing more, or nothing less, than any of his predecessors as far back as you would care to research? The operative word in my statement of course, is “nothing.” Why has Barack Obama or any of his predecessors done nothing for “we the people?” Simple answer, because we the people do nothing for ourselves. Difficult to hear? I can’t speak for you, however for me, is difficult. So what am I doing about it? The same thing I’ve been doing for the last 40 years, blathering. So what’s new? ..what’s new is, ..I am attempting to share my blather, my thoughts, and my opinions with you, hoping that enough of my thoughts and opinions will rub off and stick with you when you are at the voting polls in 2012. I can’t fix America for you, ..or for me, ..however together we can turn America into anything that “we,” “we the people” want it to be. Instead of the playground for the wealthy and powerful and elete that it has become. So how do we accomplish this? Simple, by using your God-given common sense. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know or understand that America is presently circling the drain. So where does the blame lie, with the President? ..with Congress? ..with the House of Representatives? ..or with the Supreme Court? ..or does the blame lie with us? You and me, ..after all, we hired, i.e. ..elected the people, and they are just people, “they,’ every one of them were born every bit as naked as we were. They were all just as dependent on their mothers feeding them, changing their diapers, and protecting them from harm as you and I. With that said, in defense of my father and fathers everywhere, he was a good man, his generation went to work, earn a wage, supported a family and pursued the American dream without reaching their hands out. Which is the America I grew up in and it was a good America. In my formative years there was no quarreling over the remote, i.e., there was no television. There were no cell phones, no iPads, no computer games. My brothers and I woke up to chores and then when it was time to play, we played outside, we climbed trees, we built forts and dug trenches in a vacant lot near our home. Later in my adolescent years my father purchased seven and a half acres on a hilltop, which at the time was in an area considered to be about as far out in the boonies as one could get. My brothers and I walked 6 miles to school every day, and no, it wasn’t up hill both ways. Nor was it a burden, it simply was what it was. My mother planted a garden, my father built a pen for chickens, and a double row of hutches in which we raised rabbits. We had two goats, Mike and Trixie, the goats had very little utility, nevertheless they were tons of fun to play with, play to include the challenge of butting heads. Side note, I have never claimed that my brothers or I were particularly intelligent when we were young. However I do claim that few if any adolescent boys ever explored more of the world than we did. My brothers and I had .22 caliber rifles with which we often harvested meat for our dinner table. We also had, through purchase and trade twenty-two small game traps which we set and checked on a daily basis. Our harvest, mostly red or gray foxes, their pelts were a money crop that we sold for cash. We also hunted crows whenever time allowed as the State at the time paid a bounty of ten cents per crow. At the time in my family, pocket money was carried by those that earned it.

 It is not my purpose with this platform to tell anyone how to live their lives, or raise their children, or how to vote. It is simply my purpose to offer my thoughts and my opinions. What you do with the information or any part of the information or the opinions that I impart, is after all up to you. Because as the placard on Harry Truman’s desk announced to the world that the buck stopped with him, in your life, the buck stops with you. I have related that my father was a good man, decent and responsible, nevertheless when I or one of my brothers removed a patch of epidermis while playing stickball or moving beyond our skill level while riding our bicycles. It was not my father we ran weeping to for repair, it was mama, because in my house, ..a boy, i.e. “young man,” ..did not do weeping in front of his father, period, end of story.

 Is it difficult to be a man? my opinion, ..not at all, after all being a man, if you possess the proper xy chromosome that heterogameticly determine your sex, ..everything else is pretty much immaterial.

 (W.A.M.) het·er·o·ga·met·ic, 1. Producing dissimilar gametes, such as those of human males, who produce two types of spermatozoa, one bearing the X-chromosome and the other bearing the Y-chromosome.

 Couldn’t pass that up, ..continuing; behavior? How is a man supposed to behave? A can of worms that I believe, at least at this juncture, I will leave to each of you and your own opinions and imaginations. After all my purpose here is to assemble and gather, not to alienate and separate. With that in mind, I share with you my firm belief that we, those of us with the XY chromosomes should step aside in favor of those of us with the opposite XX chromosomes and give them the opportunity to repair and heal the epidermis of our society and our country.

Crusader Rabbit…

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