August 2023

Twinkle twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are?
Up above the world so high
Like a diamond in the sky

Twinkle, twinkle, little star
How I wonder what you are?

Jane Taylor

The year was 1980. I was the medical office aboard the US Navy replenishment ship, USS Wabash (AOR-5). We had completed a six-month deployment to the Western Pacific and were docked in the Naval Base Subic Bay, Phillipines preparing to return stateside when we received word of the takeover of the US Embassy in Tehran, Iran. Our operational plans made a 180 degree turn as we loaded up on food, ammunition, and aviation fuel in order to ship out to the Indian Ocean in support of Naval operations to deal with the crisis. A few weeks later, we were on station, making regular round trips from Diego Garcia, a tiny island in the Maldives, to the Persian Gulf and back.

There is not much for a physician to due on a ship with 500 healthy young men, so my clinic duties rarely took up more than a couple of hours in the morning. Besides reading, writing letters, and doing health inspections in the galley and engine spaces, I had lots of down time. It was during this period that I discovered the night sky for the second time in my life.

The first time was on a European trip with a high school classmate in 1971. In our travels, Kurt and I hiked across the Oberer Grimwald glacier and up the lower slopes of the Wetterhorn to a small lodge with a detached dormitory. This was as far as we went, but for many others, it was the jumping off point for some serious alpine mountaineering. We had a simple, but delicious dinner of split pea soup and crusty bread and slept in the dorm with dozens of hikers and climbers. Late in the evening, I went outside and walked a short way from the lights of the lodge. I lay back on a rock and looked up at the night sky. I had never seen such clarity. I have never pursued astronomy as a hobby and cannot identify constellations, stars, planets, and such, but the sky was spectacular. Over the next hour, I saw more stars than I imagined possible, constellations, and meteor showers. I was impressed for the first time by the magnitude of the universe around us and I remember feeling very small. The experience was profoundly spiritual as I contemplated the vastness above and the miniscule place occupied by our planet and me. It was profoundly humbling as well.

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The Woke have targeted children. What will we do?

“If anyone causes one of these little ones—those who believe in me—to stumble, it would be better for them if a large millstone were hung around their neck and they were thrown into the sea.”                                    Mark 9:42

A quick perusal of the news on any given day will convince you there is a war on children, our most precious resource. This, the next generation will inherit whatever legacy we leave them, for good or ill. We are given children for a very short time, to raise, nurture, encourage, teach, and protect before sending them into the real world. We have a God-given obligation to protect them from those who would do them harm and exploit them for dark purposes.

The enemy today is the woke progressive agenda. This stands on three legs. One leg is race, the second is gender, and the third is climate. These activists are the shameless purveyors of critical race theory, systemic racism, and white privilege as the source of all of society’s ills. They deny gender as a biological reality and regard it as a construct in which feelings trump facts. They have given us 70-100 genders and counting. They push the idea that we are in a climate crisis demanding radical solutions, including abandoning fossil fuels, radical restructuring of agriculture, and depopulation. The primary target of their efforts to advance these causes is our children.  

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