We talked about our faith...
"Yes, I do have doubts sometime. You should never be afraid to question."
"No, I don't agree with everything our church teaches 100%, but I believe the big things, and I understand why they teach some small things I may not like to hear."
Our Rights Come from God
We talked about our natural rights and how they are enshrined in the constitution. My kids understand that their rights come from God, not men. The founders said that, not me.
No trashing of President Obama or dumping on those who voted for him, just a conversation about first principles and how do-gooders have warped our government all out of shape so that the founders would not recognize it.
A Revolution of the Mind
People are now talking about another civil war. The Democrats have indeed started one with their unilateral, highly partisan shot at our basic individual rights. But this is a war of ideas. They have slogans and emotions, we have Locke, Jefferson and Madison. And the ballot box. And kids asking questions.
My kids will do fine as long as they continue to hold these American values sacred, maintain a healthy skepticism and insist on thinking for themselves.
An Intellectual Poverty
Meanwhile, those who look to a mere mortal for "hope" will continue to suffer an intellectual poverty, a miserable absence of imagination. Waiting for a hero, a man, to give you free stuff is a sure recipe for more poverty and misery. Is there any greater example of hopelessness?
When we got home, I slipped my arm around the beautiful Mrs. Silverfiddle's slender waist and grilled us up some pork chops. She loves God more than me, and that's OK. I downed a shot of Jack and picked up my fiddle and played. This is America. Kids still question everything and buffalo still roam.
Tomorrow is another day.
