Housewives between the ages of 21 and 65 are on the top of marketers’ lists of people they would like to sell to. The fact that we outnumber men in our attractiveness to people who want contact with us makes us extremely powerful people, but possibly, very vulnerable. Because there are so many of us and because our strengths lie within or through our networking skills, our trends and choices can become all-out, fully-fledged civil movements. With more power and as leaders of our friends, families and community groups, we must work harder to learn what our parents didn’t know how to teach us. We must be more discerning in our situations and people we entrust our livelihoods with. In an ever increasingly hypocritically, politically correct world, that’s no easy chore.
There are circumstances that we will all experience at one point or another that we would rather avoid at all possible cost. We literally think we will die or would rather die than go through such things. We will beg. We will plead. We will futilely fight that burning swell in the back of our throats believing that if we don’t swallow, just maybe our tears won’t fall and the pain won’t come. From experience, I believe that these circumstances, mostly being the horrible ones, will propel you forward in your understanding of the true world around you. If you make it through them, that is. I see a lot of young people who have suffered emotionally some, sure, but have not really experienced that particular type of suffering caused only by adult-made decisions; where the stakes are much higher and where sometimes more than just hearts get broken. Right now, you’re thinking that’s a good thing, right? I would have to disagree. Times may get too tough for us too quickly if we’re not carefully prepared.
With soldiers being just one exception, the average American woman my age (22-35) is thinking two things about what she wants in life. Where will I meet the man of my dreams and/or how can I make sure I never ever have to depend on a man. The average man my age is probably thinking…something… hopefully. It is the very first time in our lives when we are truly out on our own. There are no parents within miles and no spouses yet to check things with. Young men and women of today have a plethora of roads to choose from. Together they are intelligent and becoming more successful, more sensitive and compassionate to the environment and animals. Our technology allows us to really strive for goals our parents never thought possible. It allows us to depend on amazing machines, and I mean really depend on them, to do things we could never do by ourselves and reach for goals we now know are possible right this very moment not to mention the far future. The sights we are now set on in terms of what we can do as human beings seem to be limitless. That’s definitely an improvement over thinking innovation would have boundaries, but something is missing. I believe we are “losing ourselves” too often in a pointless effort to be everything we think we need to be in order to feel wanted.
I’m not at all saying that modern technology is responsible for this, but I think it is undeniable that it parallels a shift in our cultural morality. We cannot ignore that the environment we are in affects us. What I’m trying to say is that I think a side effect of modernization may be us moving away from trust and faith in the uncomfortable unknown. Communications technology in particular, serves as a type of enabler to a shift in how we relate to each other and more importantly, we may be looking at an increase in the dependence on hurriedly manufactured information. That information comes from the media, television, movies, reality television, blogs, books, reality television. Did I already say that?
As a housewife at home during the day I see more things on television that are more shameful to watch than porn. All I see is more and more people that are dead set on being in control of what they want to get in this life. These people will never manage a McDonalds yet alone know what the duce is going on. If we followed their example, which luckily the majority of Americans are smart enough to laugh at and not do; we’d all be dead from a severe case of syphilis within a year. However, what most of us end up doing as every day individuals is certainly not enough planning. What about a plan to keep our integrity as a family and a country intact? Some really good people plan to just live and breathe every day. Work alone sometimes makes doing anything else an exhausting thought. After a while, they get so tired they plan to have no plan. Not much faith, no old fashioned rules, nothing but progressive thinking welcome. This is where I differ from the typical.
I have to explain my roots, don’t I? You need to know what makes my kind of patriotism uniquely suited for healing the cuts and blows our young adult-like country has taken in the past decade. Most of what is wrong with the state of our union today, what is wrong with America, my love, has everything to do with the state and environment we are in. Of course! This is why everyone’s idea of patriotism is different; because where the vine of patriotism is rooted, so comes the flavor of the wine. My wine is mildly dry, buttery, bursting with little fruity essences of peach and of vanilla. I am a housewife. I’m a not-so desperate housewife to be exact.
My experience has led me to be alone in many ways. Don’t be sad, I’m just getting to the good part. My self- imposed exile has given me a wonderful perspective that if you should so happen to understand, you would genuinely benefit from it. Also, I would appreciate it if you would pass on the message to your friends, because if you haven’t noticed, our America is changing for the worse. You can be in denial right now, I’ll talk about that later, but I think I speak for all self-appointed housewife representatives of our American family and I would like to propose an intervention. Although, I’m not even sure America would benefit from a 12-step program because pardon my French, she is really fucked up. I love you America, but you are really messed up. You need help.
It is becoming clearer and clearer to me that my ever renewing faith in the principles I have and the perspective I view the world from has everything to do with where I come from AND where I want to go. I was born not but a stone’s throw away from the San Jacinto battlefield actually, in Houston, Texas, on the 142nd anniversary of the day Texas won its independence from Mexico.
I moved to Austin, Texas when I began attending school at the University of Texas. Boy did that suck. Anyway. While contemplating a plan to get to the top of the clock tower with as many machine guns as I could carry, a very sweet and handsome man came along with a better idea. He married me; subsequently, confiscating all arms as a condition of our marriage. Fair enough. I was happy.
And you know what else? America was happy. America was so freaking happy. It was disgusting. Clinton was getting creative with cigars and we were all getting creative with money. America was riding a financial tidal wave and we weren’t planning on going broke…like ever. That sounds kind of funny in retrospect but believe me, I was on that wave and I’d never have thought we’d lose as much as we did after our country was attacked on 9-11. Before those towers fell we thought we were invincible. And why not? For example, this was Austin, Texas. Just one look around you and you wonder, this is Texas? Why is every third house a mansion? Why is every other car a BMW? Where are all these filthy rich people? All I see is a bunch of normal people. Wal-Mart people. When you realize the Wal-Mart people are the disgustingly rich mansion dwellers and there’s a transvestite hobo running for mayor, finally it all becomes clear. You’ve got to move here because at that point you know, anything is possible. As Red McCombs recently said to skeptics about the new Formula One track being built here, “Austin. It’s a place with a people.”
Exile may be a little bit of an exaggeration as I am not a recluse by any means. There aren’t many places around here that I don’t know at least one person by name. I can be an extrovert if I want to be, but the everyday me is pretty happy being alone. My favorite occupation is to sit back and observe.
At twenty-one I was a multi-millionaire, living in a mansion, driving expensive sports cars, eating at places like Jeffery’s, drinking rare wines, and above all, attending the college of my choice. That’s right. I was determined to get my college education no matter how much money I fell into. Another thing that was very important to me was my spirituality. Sounds pretty typical of a young woman searching to find her true self, I know, but there were medical problems that left me so scarred and scared that I would run out of time, I began paying much closer attention. Those two very important aspects of precious time and spirituality tied together were what I absolutely knew I wanted to understand more about in my life and like a map it led me. Knowing what I wanted and knowing that those goals were good and noble set me at what I thought in my heart was the right pace for the rest of my race. It didn’t matter to me in the least what everyone else was doing.
Of course I didn’t know that at the time. After a while of being happily married, I began to worry I wasn’t focused on what my other friends were focused on. Other than studying, we had no common goals in life. How weird am I not actively working on “finding myself”, I thought. Suddenly I felt I was taking myself too seriously. Life wasn’t about planning for a future you could never in a million years predict. Life was about living in the moment and figuring out who you were. Woh, there. I mean, I know knowing who you are is important and all, but did I really have to define who I was based on the spittle of experience I had had with life? How much of “me” could I really count on to be “me” and did I really want those parts about “me” to be permanent? I knew I didn’t want my bra size set in stone. That was for damn sure. Maybe I needed to get a whole bunch of tattoos to help me define me, permanently; just so I could stop changing my mind about it all the time. Floundering is for pussies!
I knew I wasn’t the money. I’ve never been money. I was too young and innocent (looking) to pass myself off as being a rich power bitch. At first I was disappointed about that. I can’t tell you how many times people came to my door to sell me something and asked if my mommy and daddy were home. I quickly realized prestige was totally overrated and was never going to be something that I, a fan of iron on t-shirts, pop-tarts and bean dip, ever displayed. In fact, now that I think about it I don’t think I buy anything that doesn’t have a little bit of a trashy flare. Note to self: don’t deny your inner W.T. Anyway, when I gave up trying to impress anyone and everyone, I found myself enjoying the money so much more. We gave out loans to people we didn’t even know. Worse, we lent money to people we did know. Mostly though, we kept to ourselves.
Honestly, we simply had so much fun together that other people just seemed to slow us down. They didn’t have our sense of timely planning or our paranoia about parking next to cars with lots of door dings. Our idea of partying was ordering an exorbitantly expensive dinner with two bottles of wine, going home and passing out on the Temper Pedic. We absolutely, whole-heartedly embraced the Austin cultural rule that you can wear a pair of blue jeans in any three-star restaurant as long as you and/or your woman is looking good and you can pay the check. We were not flashy about our money, well other than having the mansion and the sports cars, and the blah, blah, blah. However, we were most certainly naïve; although sadly not as naïve as some would soon prove to be.
We lived quite boringly in an exclusive gated community in the hills of west Austin. We called it the add-a-zero neighborhood because whatever the cost in the rest of the world, if you lived in this neighborhood it’d cost you ten times that. Say you call the guy who cuts lawns for $25. For a lawn in our neighborhood, suddenly the cost is $250. It was like that for everything. Contracting, plumbing, food, utilities, pet care, you name it. Not that you could find a contractor worth a damn in the Austin area towards the end of the 1990’s through the beginning of the new millennium, but if you did, you could expect to pay a lot.
All of the contractors and workers within a hundred mile radius of Austin were busy building huge mansions for people who had more money than they knew what to do with. I remember at one point, my neighbors were only renting the mansion next door whilst they were in the process of building their new more ginormous mansion. A year and a half into the build they began to have problems with their high-falutin’ builder. You’d think once you hit the three million mark, your builder would be kissing the ground you walked on, but not this guy. This builder had rapidly made a name for himself in the housing boom here, yet he will remain nameless in this piece, or maybe called butthead because of his selfish abhorrent behavior. With all of his success he began slacking and putting off deadlines. Why? Because he could, that’s why. Mr. “B” didn’t even bother to finish Sandra Bullock’s house and come her Christmas party that year, nothing worked. Not even the plumbing. Imagine poor Sandra standing there in her couture dress, holding a monkey wrench and trying to point out where her guests might be able to drop their fruitcake.
Lawsuits ensued, business was booming and of course people like us were constantly being taken for a ride, but that was okay, because like I said, we were all very happy at the time. I know I should have seen all of it as temporary as inevitably all things are, but I didn’t. Some part of me did know, but I denied that. I know I did because I remember distinctly my father’s warning. He was visiting me for the first time and quietly taking it all in. He gazed through the ceiling to floor bay windows overlooking the pristine hill country and country club greens where I had just pointed out where the newlyweds Brad and Jennifer Pitt had plans to build. “You’re not as rich as you think you are,” he said with a weird grin. I thought, that was kind of out of place. I didn’t recall ever telling him how much money I thought we had. Then it occurred to me. That was the point. I should always count on not being rich, more than counting on being rich. Now, I know he was worried and he had every right to be. We were kind of idiots.
My first lesson in the dangers of what could be lying and awaiting me and other naïve, vulnerable socialites came around Thanksgiving of 2001. Not in some dark alley on 6th Street or in some of the karaoke bars around town, but real dangers that can be hidden in some of the social relationships/situations we choose to put ourselves in.
My neighbor two doors down was the only other person under forty in our neighborhood. He was young and awkward, single, a nerd, so of course we identified with him right away. It was nice having him around kind of as a validation to the rest of the neighbors that we weren’t total freaks of nature being there. 29-year-old Daniel Vergil (name has been changed) made his fortune selling his genius to Cisco so you can guess about how totally cool this guy was. Danny was no stud and sadly, this really bothered him. He did not want to be a nerd. Soon my husband and I started noticing loads of cars and trucks continuously parked at his house. At first we thought he must be on a car buying binge, until we realized the cars weren’t for him. Danny had a whole new set of young friends; very young friends. In the beginning we had seen several teen girls and boys frequenting his home and thought he was just having family over, or maybe they were kids from a previous marriage or something. He was too young for having teens but certainly too old to be having this sort of fun with this young of “friends.” Parties were happening all night and nearly every night at his house whether he was home or not. I remember being pissed that there were always so many damn cars parked on the street until one day I got a good look at what was really going on. My mood quickly changed to concern when I learned the teen-age girls he was hanging out with were exchanging social advice (and God knows what else) for shopping money. I didn’t know if he was sleeping with them and oddly that is not from where the majority of worry came. He would give them money for shopping and they would in turn dress him, hang out with him and tell him what he should and shouldn’t do socially. They made him feel like he was a star and soon that was all that mattered.
The day before Thanksgiving my husband and I left for the crap hole that is Houston and my immediate neighbors to the left and right left for their holiday vacations as well. Thanksgiving Day I get a frantic phone call from one of my neighbors checking to see if my husband was still alive. No one knew who exactly, because they wouldn’t release any names, but a young millionaire had been murdered in our tiny neighborhood the night before. When we all established it was not my husband, we knew it must have been Danny.
We arrived home to find Danny’s house surrounded by police and caution tape. It was surreal. There was only about forty five residents living on that hill at the time and now one of us was just violently taken. That sort of thing could not have just happened. Who on earth would want to kill or have even ever found it necessary to kill a person like Danny.
It was an even bigger shock when we found out that it was bound to have happened to him because of the simplest choices he been making… poorly. He made them poorly because he was rebelling against himself in a way. He consciously made poor decisions because someone or something told him that his old protective nerdy ways were not socially acceptable. He made bad choices to prove to himself that he could be just as bad as everyone else not realizing he didn’t really want to be as bad as everyone else. He gave reckless abandon to what he considered true. He no longer respected the security risks of having friends who were not true friends. The more friends he had, regardless of their sincerity, the more he felt like the success he pictured in his head.
We found out later from police that there was no forced entry, that he had known his attackers and that he had been tortured to death with a Taser. Apparently he had met his killers at a bar and had somehow given them the idea that he was a computer genius who had tons of money. Big surprise, there. According to acquaintances, Danny had invited them over to his house to hang out before. The next time they came over they thought it’d be more fun to torture him for passwords to his company issued computer. They were unsuccessful and killed him. Later, unable to retrieve anything of worth on Danny’s computer, the killers tried to get a friend to erase the memory so that they could sell it. When the friend recognized Danny’s name on the computer and also realized the Taser that they had borrowed from him now had blood on it, he became suspicious and called the police. Good call.
About a week after the murder I was leaving the neighborhood and a city maintenance truck was trying to gain entry. I rolled down my window and asked who he was looking for. Until the murder, I would have just beeped him in. He said, “Uh, Vergil, Danny? I found some of his stuff. A jacket, some gloves and a computer case, does he live here?”
The damn idiots had simply chucked the evidence into a ditch and believed they would never be caught. They murdered a human being and honestly thought no one would care. He was just another sucker who would do anything to be accepted and they knew it the moment they laid eyes on him.
That could have been me or my husband. Maybe you think this doesn’t apply to you because you are not a millionaire nerd, but it does and I aim to show you how. You also may be wondering why I told you I was a millionaire if I’m saying that’s not such a good idea to do. First of all, I’m not anymore, so don’t bother coming to torture me for passwords. Secondly, I want to show you that I’ve been in both worlds and it does not matter if you are rich or poor in this case. We are all vulnerable to what is already on its way to get us.
The Fallibility Factor
How do you know who/what is Pseudos? Well, you know more than you think you know. Don’t give someone credit for being honest just because you don’t know them “personally” and you “don’t want to judge.” Leona Salazar, a regular contributor to the Bernie Goldberg website mentions this subject in her I Don’t Get It article called the “Likeability Factor.”
Look, you’re likely never going to meet your elected leaders in person. I might, because I live in Austin, Texas and my leaders often graze in the same pizza joints I do, besides the fact that they give a damn; but most likely, you’ll never know your leaders as “personally” as you’d like. Sometimes you are actually going to have to “judge” and form some adult opinions of your own. And don’t apologize for using your instincts. That’s what they’re there for!
I had a dream last night I was a leper. I’ve got to stop eating chocolate and drinking beer before bed. Anyway, every one really, really disliked me. They were mean and hateful to me whether I was same nice person to them or not. I was no longer attractive to anyone no matter what I did, so I started to think it didn’t really matter to anyone what I did; right or wrong. You know, it reminded me that I don’t like not liking my President very much; not one single bit. I highly respect the office of our American Presidency and so much want to like Obama just like everybody else.
I wouldn’t want to be judged instantaneously by anyone, so I try very hard to give respect to anyone who has at least something in them to appreciate. However, since Obama is my President, and it’s mostly not a personal relationship I’m trying to procure, he doesn’t get the grace of my benefit of the doubt. Therefore “likeability” is not a factor I need or want to look for in a President at this point. If there were something even remotely right about his Presidency I would be more supportive of my Commander and Chief, but I can’t do that this time. I can’t root for a fake underdog, no matter how left out I may feel. Of course I don’t hate him, but supporting something I don’t feel right about is dangerous for me and my countrymen. (If that sounds a bit precocious I don’t mean it to. I mean for everyone to realize their feelings about this are just as important.) It’s hard for me, but deep down I know there is something wrong and I can’t deny that- for I know denial is one of the purest forms of a lie. How dumb do you have to be to consistently buy lies you tell yourself? It’s like playing Sorry by yourself and truly believing you are smarter than the other guy.
Obama is the son of a single mother who died at a young age. That’s where his struggles end. Obama experimented with popular drugs, not because he was a delinquent, but because he was trying to find himself. You might think that alone should have taken him out of the running for President but in the liberal secularists’ eyes he is just the honest breath of fresh air we’ve all been waiting for. He actually according to our votes, fits the bill for the perfect guy to run our country. The “Pratfall Effect”, posed by psychologist Elliot Aronson, is a phenomenon whereby some evidence of fallibility increases the attractiveness of a nearly perfect person (The Social Animal, 1999).
I believe this is the one truest reason Sarah Palin was hated as much as she was right out of the box. She should have never been honest about who she was because being marketed as the perfect American achiever is a big no-no. I didn’t say she was perfect. I said she was marketed that way. She couldn’t possibly be good looking and smart. What in the hell kind of a woman could run a country and have good looking hair. Could she be possible? Uh, duh. No. She can’t care about special needs and be a powerful white woman at the same time. She can’t have a son who is a soldier and run for office. That’s impossible. It’s just too convenient. She can’t have children that make mistakes if she wants to be Vice President, right? Right. Governor Shmovenor, they said. Obama was a community organizer. Comparatively such a huge responsibility organizing organizations for the better of the …organization is well awesomer. Awesome. Are you sensing the sarcasm here?
For all you conspiracy theorists out there, the surprisingly perfect and miraculous position candidate Obama held in the Presidential Election of 08′ is an exact example of the Pratfall Effect. If, for example the leaders of the liberal secularist agenda hand picked Obama because of his talent and psychological effect on the people, it would be further evidence the powerful far left is using psychological tools to carry out their plan even if they are as unpractical and expensive as putting a President of their choice into office. They obviously want to make us more like Europe, sans Germany. Sounds luxurious doesn’t it? Isn’t luxurious just a word for really expensive and pointless?
A historian named David Keiser wrote an interesting article about the most educated, most cultured country in Europe. Talk about embracing Liberal Arts and science; it had the best museums, laboratories and universities. It was full of music, modern art and an advanced understanding of health and psychological studies. The talent of these people as a whole makes America look like the big oafy mouth breather that sat in the back of the class.
In less than two terms of a United States President, this country I speak of so fondly was “rounding up its own citizens, killing others in unspeakable ways, abrogating its laws, turning children against parents, and neighbors against neighbors…all with good intentions of course. Do you know what this country is? Nope, not ours, liberal freak, it was soon to be Nazi Germany.
People who could think through the liberal muck like Winston Churchill (before he was Prime Minister) were booed and laughed at because they felt something was really wrong with Germany. I don’t want to be conceited here, but I totally feel like Winston Churchill right now.
People like Barack Obama because he doesn’t seem pretentious. That’s all the popular people want these days. That is, they don’t want people in charge that they may have to strive to be more like in order to feel like true Americans. Sarah Palin represents that spectrum. In contrast, nobody like her because as a culture we are starting to believe it’s impossible to really be a good person- so we desire even our president to be at least a little bit of a snake in the grass. I don’t like that philosophy as I am hopelessly idealistic and wish our idea of an American President was more of a person sort of like my dad. Quiet but stern and observant. Has a hilarious sense of humor only people like Dick Cheney and I get. Maybe that’s a bad example, but it’s true. Maybe I wouldn’t want to hang out with him at a club, but if I really wanted a solution to a problem or an honest opinion, I could be guaranteed I’d get it. What’s so wrong with having a person we can honestly respect? Likeability factor? We need a new factor like the “can we fish with him/her” factor. Would you want to go fishing with Obama? Do you think he would catch his own bait? What would he use as bait? Do you think he’s the type to divide worms with his own bare hands? I’m just saying’.
But how do you know if a person is full of Pseudos? First look at who the person is. Are they forthright about their beliefs or do they make excuses for their beliefs sometimes? Do things seem to go wrong around them all of the time? Things go wrong for them a lot partly because of the natural disorganization that comes with the telling of lies and the aftermath mess cause the pretzel in their head. (Also known as the spider web theory). And also partly because the things that they say have gone wrong are actually just even more lies to cover up for the things that they felt couldn’t be explained honestly before.
Pseudos is easier to spot than you think! Let’s look at our current President for example. President Obama has political skills comparable to Reagan and Clinton. He has a way of making you think he’s on your side, agreeing with your position, while doing the opposite. Pay no attention to what he says; rather, watch what he does!
He has surrounded himself with mostly far-left academic types who have never even run a Dungeons and Dragons meeting before. But they are going to try and run the auto, financial, banking and other industries. Awesome. I have nightmares about 2012. Not because of the Mayan’s but because of the knowledge that our country could not take another four years of the current administration. Or worse! Yes, it could get worse although no one, not even his constituents want to think about it. His failure, could actually catapult Hillary Clinton back into the saddle again. NOOOOO! There are serious implications that our country will fall into devastating times that I would liken more to the Civil War than the Great Depression, maybe even the wrath of Kahn. Maybe a combination of both?
Obama is not a socialist; rather he’s a far-left secular progressive bent on nothing short of revolution. Clinton is no different. She just does it Martha Stewart style. He ran as a moderate, but will govern from the hard left because he has nothing to lose at this point. Nothing but an election which he may already know is a sure loss. Again, watch what he does, not what he…or she says.
What is an honest American?
Honest people are not without dissatisfaction of their outward appearance.
They are not without self doubt
They are not without weaknesses
They are not without a desire to be liked
They are not without indiscretions
They are not without lies completely
They know right from wrong and will do right by friend, family or stranger
They know respect is earned not bought
People You Can Trust
(They are listed in no particular order.)
Key: * = trustworthy, not always right but will tell you when he/she is wrong
** = totally trustworthy, always right
*Any WWII Veteran- Please ask them to tell you a story. Any story and hurry. There aren’t many left.
*Niecy Nash- A gifted natural counselor. She is also a perfect example of a “strait talker.” She unexpectedly exemplifies what it is to be a proactive, yet grounded actress and caring American.
**Colonel David Hunt- If you want to know the rules of fighting like a man, and want to listen to someone who will never go astray due to political persuasion, this is your guy. He fought for this country for 29 years as a soldier, and still he fights for you every day.
*Glenn Beck- Very honest man, (definitely too honest). He is a very emotionally driven person and making decisions based solely on emotions lead people to make mistakes. The great thing about Beck is that I think he knows all too well how a life driven by wants and emotions leads to poor decisions and a poor life. Emotion puts the ass in passion. Let’s hope Mr. Beck keeps leading with his head and keeps his passion for conveying hard to stomach points that really need to be heard by people who would otherwise tune him out. He must be on to something because the liberal left is terrified of him. That is some achievement.
*Bono- Very aware that gifts from God are precious. He’s a celebrity that really has done more for the world than EVERYONE in our current President’s administration combined. He’s been, knighted, honored and nominated for the Nobel Peace prize too…twice…and deserved it! “His rare ability to effectively straddle the spheres of both entertainment and politics remains rivaled by few in the realm of popular culture, and his determination to change the world for the better continues to inspire millions on both sides of the political divide.” (Maddy Fry, @u2.com)
*Sandra Bullock-her reputation as a non-Hollywood, stand up human being should be appreciated and taught to all our little actors and actresses who just want to be movie stars when they grow up.
**Bernard “Bernie” Goldberg- I don’t know what it is about this guy. His predictions are always right. He’s just always right on the money about modern issues and where we are headed as a country because of them.
*Sean Hannity-Passionate about his country. A great role model in the land of false idols.
**Michio Kaku-too smart to argue with. Just listen.
**Charles Krauthammer-always right Charles for President.
*Rush Limbaugh- Rush is a superb entertainer and a conservative which makes him the arch enemy of most celebrities and his competition, all liberal radio hosts. Otherwise, he’s a motivator and a hero. You can bet he tells the truth, except he does it with humor, vigor and intelligence instead of drama. And like Beck you can trust him even more, because he has suffered the indiscretions and hardships of the common man. He has made mistakes and made the correct choices at the hardest times in order to pull his ass out of the fire. Pulling ones own ass out of the fire using honesty and living to talk about it gives one great confidence in being honest. That’s what “and the truth shall set you free”(John 8:32) means. That John knows his stuff.
**Michelle Malkin- This chick knows exactly what’s going on and she’s not afraid to tell.
*Dennis Miller- He uses humor and intelligence to tell the truth rather than drama.
*Ted Nugent- Totally insane, but brutally honest.
*Bill O’Reilly-not always right but will tell you when wrong.
**Jack Welch-always right. Been around a block or two.
*Sarah Palin- too early to tell but so far totally honest and forthright. Sarah Palin is sincere and intelligent, but needs to really be seriously boning up on facts and info if she is to be a serious candidate in the future. Unlike her opponents she has to be infallible to sell herself. Best of luck to her on that. The best part about Sarah Palin is that she knows how to go with the flow even when great power and heavy responsibilities are bestowed upon her.
*Megyn Kelly- A firecracker willing to dig deep into any situation she’s handed. She’s a brain as well as a patriotic fighter for what’s good for every American. A true Pseudos fighter. Megyn Kelly for VP.
**Stephen Hillenburg, creator of SpongeBob Squarepants- No, I’m not kidding. I know, I just lost about two-thirds of you. Hey, the kiddos have to have someone to trust too! I’ve watched and I’ve learned and I’ll tell you what. 99% of the children’s cartoons out there are not appropriate for young children. SpongeBob really is an exception to that rule. The writing is brilliantly entertaining and strongly morally based. Surprised? I was too. Believe me. I was a hugely skeptical of it until forced to watch it. In celebration of learning what Pseudos is all about in a fun and uplifting manner, I urge you to watch a wonderful metaphor for Pseudos in the third season’s episode called “Chocolate With Nuts” (Please don’t sue me Nick.)
What is a lie and why do we do it?
Do you even know what a lie is anymore? Of, course you do. Really?
Did you know the most important part of a lie isn’t the lie itself? Is it the motive? I mean what’s the first thing your mama asked you when she caught you in a lie? “Why did you lie to me?” Maybe it’s the effect of the lie.
We lie to ourselves and others lie to us because we reinforce on a daily, maybe even hourly basis, that lying is an acceptable way of communicating. This is Pseudos.
Why is Pseudos in particular so dangerous? What happens because of Pseudos?
#1: When we lie to ourselves it sets us up as victims.
#2: When others lie to us we are taken advantage of like victims.
This becomes the perfect psychological weapon.
Introducing…the cultural conscience…
We all have our own sense of needing to achieve. Some of us have higher levels of achievement than others do, but what keeps the achievers reaching for higher goals? Why don’t they become satisfied after one achievement? Maybe it is because, with achievement there comes rewards. We actively, like all animals, try to make the correct decisions and react in the way that will bring us rewards.
Comparing animals such as dogs or horses to humans in personality is one way we can judge if there are any ulterior motives unique to humans. Bear with me. This makes perfect sense, not only because many of us today, consider our pets to be people too, but because going by the five-criteria of personhood, given by the philosopher Mary Anne Warren, in many ways animals actually are people too. To be a person one must meet at least two of the following criteria: “consciousness, self-awareness, have self-actuated motivation, the ability to reason (solve complex problems) and have the ability to communicate” (Arthur, p.20]). Most animals are self aware, some can solve complex problems, they can communicate, they are conscious and have self- actuated motivation. Additionally, we have the same basic motivations. Such as, a need for love and belonging, a need for sex, a need for food, water and shelter, a need for safety and security, and finally a need to make the correct decisions. In a rat, that might mean choosing to walk along the phone line instead of crossing the busy street to get home safe. He is rewarded every time he makes it home and punished at every close call on the road. He learns to survive by rewards and punishments. Yet some animals experience much more out of this operant conditioning. A dog not only learns to survive in his master’s home, but also learns to play and receive love and affection. The dog has not merely survived, but actually achieved something some humans never do.
The Greek word Pseudos was a word understood and used in the first century for different types of deceptions. Specifically, using the truth to communicate deception.
The societal soup that we feed ourselves everyday is changing us and our behavior into a very weird community. We are all more connected, yet we don’t actually meet face to face as often. We are much more “aware” or let’s say “forward with” the marketing of sex (and much more comfortable with sharing ourselves sexually, by the way) but are severly lacking in plutonic, chivalrous, pro-social behavior. This is taking us down a road that trust me, we don’t want to go down.
This type of conditioning makes us more vulnerable to Pseudos messages then ever because we are constantly looking for a distraction from anything painful to deal with. If we are offered what we want to believe we will buy into it. This “behavior” is evident in our personal lives, business and marketing, entertainment, politics and all are recipricol to each other.
When Jesus calls Satan “…a liar, and the father of lies,” (John 8:44) John quotes him as using the word Pseudos. I believe that he uses this word for a specific reason. Not merely to communicate that Satan is a liar, but that he is a certain type of liar. Here’s the full verse.
44 You belong to your father, the devil, and you want to carry out your father’s desire. He was a murderer from the beginning, not holding to the truth, for there is no truth in him. When he lies, he speaks his native language, for he is a liar and the father of lies.
32Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.”