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Most of you know The Libercontrarian, the Sergeant-Major of the Armchair Commando Brigade of Aurora, Colorado as "underwhelmed," a person so under-impressed by his inability to find challenging, useful employment that he identifies himself in lowercase. He's not even excited enough about his employment to capitalize his moniker.
My more faithful readers can look back to a day when I commented about my deep appreciation for the good luck and great fortune we have for being Americans. On that day, I came to realize that I love my life, I am appreciative of the job that I possess, and that my happiness is only dependent upon the self-derived state of my outlook - and that I have it pretty easy!
As Thanksgiving approaches, we should be once again mindful of the Blessings of Our Lord who has bestowed upon us a (mostly) righteous nation, and of our individual good fortunes for the year. I'm sure all the "Jesusland" labelers are spinning in their chairs right now, vomit and froth spouting from their tortured mouths ;@). Ralph? Ralphie boy? It's OK, I won't hit you with any more religion than that, bro. Wouldn't want you to have a seizure, or nuttin'.
What all of this is leading up to is my contrast of two men I met Friday night in my retail store (I sell cell phones, and am pretty dog-gone good at it). One man, about my age, maybe younger, is dressed in a fashionable camo sweater - he's stocky, head shorn in the unmistakable pattern of a "high and tight." His bearing and look says "military" all the way. I asked him if I could give him a hand, and we got to talkin' - he's the CO (that's Commanding Officer to you, Ralphie) of a Marine Company here in the Denver metro area. I believe he's a reservist. This man has buried four Marines this week, lost in the fighting at Fallujah. He is traveling around the country, comforting bereaved parents. The Major is humble, decent, smart, friendly, and kind. He is the man at the forefront of the homebound Marine's toughest mission - he gets to be the guy who drives up to a Marine's home and report to his parents or wife or kids the terrible sacrifice that their child or husband or father has made for the safety of our nation. I enjoyed talking with him, and could not help wondering if I had chosen a different path - stayed in the Navy as a Surface Warfare Officer instead of retreating back to civilian life when I flunked out of flight school, if I would have served with this man, and if he would have called me "comrade."
I contrast the ethic of this noble man with the customer who slithered up to me next - his daughter had her prepaid cell-phone stolen from her that he bought a month earlier, and he "wondered" if there was any kind of warranty. "Like what?," I asked. I was thinking, "like when you were in grade school and you dropped your lunch, if they'd give you another one for free?" He slithered around the point - he was obviously asking me if I - or AT&T - would just give him another cell phone.
So I pressed him on the point, mostly because I'm a prick. I wanted to see how far he was going to take this; if he truly felt that his daughter's irresponsibility, which was certainly imparted from him, was someone else's duty to "overcome."
"Are you asking me if AT&T will pay for another cell phone as a result of your daughter losing hers?"
"Ye--ess?"
"No sir," I said with obvious relish, "if you didn't buy insurance on that phone - and I'm not even sure that they offer any such thing for a pre-paid unit - your daughter is responsible for keeping track of her phone. The good news is that a replacement is only $139, which is cheaper than what it was when you bought it three months ago." This brought on a wishy-washy, fumbled affirmation from him.
Now, what adult needs to be told such a thing? Why do I have one man in front of me who has the responsibility for looking out for the lives of hundreds of young Marines, and whom has been blessed with such capabilities of responsibility, and another who raises an irresponsible child because he himself is irresponsible?
"... Every one to whom much is given, of him will much be required; and of him to whom men commit much they will demand the more." Luke, chapter 12, verse 48 (sorry, Ralph).

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