A patriots blog

So I was recently asked why I believe so wholeheartedly in America.   At the time I mustered a fairly coherent reply that sounded like something you would here from a fox new contributor.   Since then, I find myself still pondering this question, and each time I reflect on my answer, I elaborate a bit more upon it.   Today I’m going to reflect on this question once more, and then I’ll move on.   America was founded on principles that our founding fathers felt to be so important to the success and happiness of the people that everything they did from the signing of Declaration of Independence forward was guided by them.   These principles were not based in exclusion.   The only regulations that were imposed by the government at that time were on the government.   They knew full well that a government left unchecked, was a crisis waiting to happen.   The people ran the government back then.   What we have today is nothing like what was ...

Freedom isn’t free! Commonly we here this when we discuss the heavy costs incurred by our soldiers serving our country and their respective families. The cost of freedom however extends far beyond this in the grand scheme though.   Each and every one of us as citizens pays a cost for freedom.   We give up safety, we give up stability, we give up ease of life for freedom.   Over the course of this nations existence people have been trading freedom for things like security.   How really though does the currency transfer over.   Freedom is no different than money, we have a finite amount of it and at some point the bank of liberty will run dry.   Using freedom as currency is a major problem.   I don’t believe when our founding fathers discussed taxation without representation, that they were talking about money.   The reality is that back in 1776, money was not what it is today.   Many people got their day to day needs by using trade and bar...

So while I was sitting at my desk this morning at 04:30 sorting through all the medial tasks I have to do on top of what I would consider the meat and potatoes of my job, I wondered what it is about me that separates myself from all the others that I work with. Why is it that everyone else goes through the day seemingly buried by all their work? Why does everyone else always pop off as though they are so stressed out? Why is everyone around me constantly being asked if they finished this or that?  What is it that is killing the productivity of this office? For starters, I thought about this while I was once again the only person in the office. That isn’t it though, I’m fully aware that out of everyone here I work pretty much the same amount of hours. So if it isn’t hours worked then what could it be?  As others file into the office, the day begins unfolding just the same as any other Monday. The smell of coffee freshly brewed fills the room. This is followed shortly by polit...