Simply Speaking: Oh where, oh where can it be?
Oh where, oh where has our little bit of patriotism gone? Oh where, oh where can it be?
With our ears cut short of hearing (truth), and our tails cut long and dragging low.
Oh where, oh where, (In the words of Ronald Reagan) can the rest of me be?
Using hindsight, and if time allowed, we could set up a system of commerce where a portion of the Ten Commandments would be set in strong motion and unemployment would be non-existent.
What now Simmons?
Decided to join friends and fellow Ellis Countians for breakfast this week at the little café on the hill and highway leading into Waxahachie from the south (in case the directions are vague, it’s the little white, concrete-block building on the east side of Hwy 77). Good food, cook/owner and waitress.
Anyway, in circling the building to enter, noticed all of the vehicles parked round-about were American nameplates. Most were also pickups or the like…and there had to be around a dozen of them…except for one young lady who, in my ciphering, wheeled in in a Honda sedan. The thought strongly occurred, “These are my kind of people, having been employed with Government Motors (GM) for 30 years. In my time there, they were nothing but General Motors, BOP at the start (Buick, Oldsmobile, Cadillac).
Oh, some of the vehicles were Ford, others Dodge, but most, I believe, were Chevys.
But I’ve come to feel comfortable with any and all American nameplates, knowing too many of us see no connection between automobile (or toaster) nameplates and some kind of patriotism.
Also, we don’t see our unemployment picture connected to what we purchase and drive (or toast in)…or what we manufacture here.
That condition has to be due to education…or a lack thereof. Daddy drove a ‘39 Nash, then a ‘46 Pontiac, a ‘50 Nash, ‘51 Ford Crestliner (nice), and ‘55 Dodge. I’ve followed suit through the years. That’s the way it used to be. By the way, all the codgers in the little café were old-timers (including me)…and they’re probably following suit as well.
Except for my loyalty to GM, I wish Nash still had a market niche for me to consider, along with Studebaker, and Hudson, Packard, Kaiser, Frazer, Henry J, Allstate, Hupmobile, Terraplane, and that little Nash Rambler. All American made.
All of that to say this: If Governor Perry or the Texas Legislature passed a bill saying we can manufacture regular old incandescent light bulbs and sell them to each other here in Texas, that’s getting on the right thinking track. Those corkscrew-shaped Chinese manufactured, mercury tainted fluorescent bulbs can go to Congress and also go to Haites.
Right here in River City (Ellis County) we raised our cotton, ginned our cotton, pressed some of the seed into oil, spun some its fiber into cloth, sewed some of the fabric into slacks, compressed some of the bales for shipping to all points, bought tractors and equipment for farming it and other crops…and the doing business with our neighbors went on and on.
It’s Biblical, as far as I can see: “Thou shall love thy neighbor as thyself.” It worked well back then and it could work well once again.
We need to educate ourselves on how our commerce can work to our advantage, not to some communist country’s, or to some other nations who hate our guts but just love to sell their goods to us.
Let’s go ahead and do the Biblical “Love your enemies,” but let us begin again to buy from each other and “Love thy neighbor.”
Start your own USA or Texas business….and I’ll be one of your first customers.
May Yahweh bless us in this through Yeshua (you know that’s God the Father and His Only Begotten, don’t you?)