Personal Reflection, Political

Its About More Than Racism

The following post has been adapted from a comment that I made on social media (Google+), where I responded to someone who was expressing justified anger at the racist elements of the current campaign and how they perceived it impacting the white vote.  After writing it, I realized that it encapsulated my thinking on the origins of the Alt-Right (White Nationalist) movement.

I agree that racism is a part of the problem, but to lay all this at the door step of racism is inaccurate.  There were a variety of factors that played into white men turning out to vote for Trump.  Ultimately it revolves around the question of power; you see we have for decades promulgated the myth that expanding the power of one group, by enfranchising them or protecting their rights, does not cost other groups much of anything.  This is clearly false.

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Personal Reflection, Religious

Renewing the Journey

Celtic_God_Lugh_Statue_MagicalOmaha5In recent weeks, I have been engaged in an effort to dramatically increase the role of faith and piety in my life.  I, sometimes, struggle with both of these things because my academic training and intellectually analytical nature are occasionally at odds with my more spiritual side; leading me to drift away from my practice. In general, I have found the ancestors, spirits, and Gods to be receptive to my renewed overtures; though, I would be lying if I said It didn’t take a few days of consistent effort for me to begin to actively feel their presence around my altar.  I cannot blame them for being hesitant.  Who wants a fickle friend?

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Personal Reflection, Political

Why I Oppose the Drug War

stock-footage-marijuana-pipe-burning-a-marijuana-filled-pipe-smoking-more-marijuana-and-a-joint-to-the-sideI have never been a drug user; in fact, the entirety of my experience with illegal drug use boils down to one joint shared with friends I haven’t spoken to in nearly fifteen years.  In short, drug use, or alcohol use for that matter, has never been something that I have partaken of with any regularity.   I have always been wary of both alcohol and drugs because my father spent a considerable portion of his life addicted to both.  Indeed, he spent more than a decade on the run from federal marshals on drug charges in our home state.

One of the most awkward events in my teenage life was an encounter with one federal marshal who had mistaken me for my father because we shared a name.  It took an extended interview, a comparison of social security numbers, finger prints, and the fact that I was seventeen years too young to be his fugitive to convince him that I was not, in fact, my father.  It was enough to leave an impression, to say the least.  I made certain to keep my distance from things with addictive properties, such as drugs or alcohol, and I later changed my first name so that I would never again be confused for my father.

Given my life circumstances I have more reason than most to be an advocate for the war on drugs; but in my view I have just as many reasons to believe firmly that the war on drugs is unjust.  We have known for many years that many people have a predisposition toward addiction and will develop a dependency with only minimal exposure to a substance.  My father, indubitably, was such a person, and I assume given genetics that I would also have that particular limitation.  For every person, like myself, who realizes their weakness based on family history and takes measures to avoid potential addictions there will be another like my father who falls into the trap.  As a society we have responded to the epidemic of addiction, if there is truly such a thing, by criminalizing the addicts and those who supply them.  We have applied disproportionately harsh penalties for crimes of consumption and to those who supply the objects of consumption.  The difficulty is that addicts are plentiful and they will pay whatever is required to acquire the object of their addiction; meaning that the benefits of trafficking in illegal substances will always outweigh the costs.  We cannot, as a society, set a price so high that the drug lords will not be willing pay because it will always be paid with the blood and tears of their street level operatives.  The addicts, on the other hand, pay deeply for crimes they are unlikely to be able to avoid given their neurological predilections.

If we spent the same degree of effort, and treasure, on rehabilitation and treatment we could decrease the level of demand to the point where perhaps the price of supplying the objects of addiction was far too high to pay.  In addition, many of the substances that we ban should probably be legally permitted.  If we permit alcohol, for example, then we should permit marijuana as well given that it is no more harmful and likely less addictive given present scientific understanding.  Then again, we rarely base our laws on as rational a basis as scientific knowledge.  If we did then our criminal system would be dramatically different; after all psychologists have a rather decent understanding of recidivism and how to avoid it but most would tell you that our criminal justice system implements precious few of those principles.

In the end the drug war is costly in terms of federal budget and in terms of human lives.  It is poorly designed for its purpose and it ultimately has produced only a minimal return for our investment.  The truth is that is far past time that we change strategies and reconsider our positions in these matters.  It is the only just an honorable thing to do.

This short essay was inspired by:  This Post

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Personal Reflection, Political

Southern Misery

South Carolina is a miserable place.  It isn’t just the climate; though the humidity and heat are more than sufficient to kill the young, the old, the unwary, and the foolish.  South Carolina is a land, and never doubt that it is a distinct entity attached to other geographic dominions by only the merest thread of history and convenience, beset by the people who live there.  Contrary to popular belief they are not a stupid or foolish people; in fact, the average IQ in the state is almost precisely in the middle of the average human intelligence range.  They are, however, a downtrodden people beset by racism, poverty, and oppression who steadfastly refuse to see their own hand in their misfortunes; but prefer instead to always blame the someone, anyone, else.

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Personal Reflection

The Measure of a Man

There are obligations in life that a man, gay or straight, cannot avoid or abrogate if he wishes to continue to be viewed as a man by his gods and fellow men.  More importantly, perhaps, there are many of these responsibilities that he cannot shirk if he still wishes to view himself as a man.  One of these responsibilities, for example, is that when needed he must answer the call of family when they are distress.  It is his charge to protect them, care for them, and defend them from all harm regardless of the source.  There are times when this will mean taking up arms, other times when he must be an orator and frame arguments, and still other times when he must soften his heart and take on the mantle of caregiver.  These are not new ideas, they are quite possibly as old as mankind and they certainly date back to before Christianity marched across Europe.
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Personal Reflection

Paths and Journeys



The following narrative came to me today while I was working on other projects for work.  The need to write it was intense enough that I succumbed and neglected other tasks to see it finished.  It could be that some part of myself needed to see the words put to paper, or perhaps there is some other cause for my feeling that I needed to tell this story.  I doubt I will ever know.

It is the story of a spiritual journey, my own, from the beginning to the present.  In truth, it dances around some of the roughest patches, but the essence of it is pure as I can make it.

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Personal Reflection, Political, Religious

Marriage in the Courts of Men

This is not, strictly speaking, a post about paganism, polytheism, or druidism.  I have not had much time to think on those topics lately due to being in the middle of finals for my doctoral classes.  This is a post about the inordinate amount of stress the gay marriage debate puts on LGBT people, and me in particular.  For anyone living under a rock in the Australian Outback, the Supreme Court of the United States (SCOTUS) is hearing a case today on gay marriage.  The court is considering two basic questions.  The first is whether or not gay couples have a right under the United States Constitution to get married; and the second is whether or not a state must recognize marriages conducted between same-sex people in a state where it is legal.
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