Rock The Boat! Roll Out YOUR Vote! Revolution!: 06/2009

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

I voted in Democrat, or Dum-o-can Primary for Deeds

I sure did not want a Clinton-Clone with Terry McAuliffe, or the baby brother Brian of Congress Boxer in Residence, Jim Moron, err Moran as Virginia's next governor, so I exercised my right to vote in that expensive taxpayer funded subsidy for a major party called a primary election.

I voted for Creigh Deeds, the best of three less than the best candidate.

On the other hand, I and many other Revolutionary Republicans all across Virginia were none too happy / not too thrilled about the "Anointment" of the Governor candidate in the Republican Party, which DID NOT take the taxpayer subsidy of a Primary election, because the Republicans run scared, afraid those dastardly Dumocrats are going to cross the line to vote for the weakest of any Republican candidates in the primary so their less than the best Dumocrat candidate can have a chance to win in the fall election.

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My Great Grandfather Silas Delmar Conger was a Reformed Pastor in Portsmouth, Ohio who worked to gain signatures on a National Reform Association Petition in the a.d. 1890's.

The NRA Amendment collected more signatures that were submitted to Congress than ANY previous petition, and proposed to add 17 words to the Preamble of "tHis Constitution for the United States of America" that were "...recognizing the law and authority of Jesus Christ, Savior and King of Nations...".

I discovered a copy of this NRA Petition in the Sermon Notes of Pastor Conger a year or so after I created a Preamble "Godly Government" one page study guide that had about 40 footnotes of Godly Government concepts, and over 100 Bible verses to support just the first paragraph of this Constitution.

My Grandfather Ledlie William Conger attended Chicago Art Institute and was a Medical Artist in World War One, my Grandmother Ruth Renwick Dunlop Conger of Framingham, Massachusetts attended Rhode Island School of Design. In the early a.d. 1970s, when Jimmy Carter was Governor of Georgia, together they created the book dedicated to their grandchildren, so that included me, named "Sketching and Etching Georgia".

Grandpa's pencil sketches and pen and ink etchings of historic homes in Georgia were complimented by Grandma's word sketches that painted the picture of the home and families who lived in each. I was especially fascinated with the home in Roswell, Georgia of Mittie Bulloch, mother of "Teddy" Roosevelt, one of my five favorite Presidents. Her grandfather, Archibald Bulloch was Governor of Georgia who read the Declaration of Independence to the People when the Capitol was in Augusta.

When Teddy was a tender age of 13, he witnessed the Presbyterian Pastor Charles Parkhurst preach from the pulpit and the park soap-box the theme of Amos 5:15 - "Hate evil and love the good. Remodel your Courts into True Halls of Justice."

Combined with a newspaper reporter, Pastor Parkhurst "rallied the rabble to revolution", prompted the people to vote out the local legislators, in exchange for a team committed to impeach the corrupt judges currently on the Bench. Many were convicted and removed, some judges were even jailed.

That lesson was not lost on the impressionably young boy Teddy. I so respect "Teddy" because at age 22 he was drafted by his neighbors to run for the New York State Assembly, and won. Once in Albany, Teddy was the leader of the successful effort to IMPEACH the CHIEF JUSTICE of the New York supreme Court!! Wow, what a MAN, and only 22!

Who joins me in saying that today we need a young"Teddy" in just about every state in this nation! Impeach one or two and the Arrogant Branch of Government would become a whole lot more like Servants of the People, rather than pretend Rulers!

So with my great Grandparent, Grandparents and a grand man, Ralph McGill, I was guided into the Christian faith, HisStory and history, Art, and Godly Government.

In high school I served as the Cartoonist on the school paper while serving as the "C0-Chief Justice" (Co-Chairman) of the Honor Council, the student judiciary. How about that for an unlikely combination, humor and justice? Too often in America today, looking at "justice" I MUST laugh, so not to cry!

After I served as a president of a Virginia Beach based "Fortnightly Fortress of Faith" newspaper, I learned from professional speaker coach and internet entrepreneur, Tom Antion, the source of a study quoted by Dean Churchill Roberts of the University of West Florida Mass Communications graduate program. The key points were that 58 per cent of messages in America are conveyed VISUALLY, 35 per cent non-verbally, and only 7 per cent the words we say.

Therefore, cartoons, are more likely better to convey Political Truths, than long or short political speeches. So in that spirit, you will likely see in this blog the intersection of Art and Politics with cartoons and other images.

My mother Renwick Mardel Conger Manship, later Shambach, was raised in Atlanta, though born in London, England of American parents who lived and worked there awhile. My Mom wrote a book "The King's Diet: Recipes for Healthy Living" that shared Bible insights to good nutrition. My father was a man born in Hartsville, South Carolina, so I have both "Blue and Gray", but NOT Red Coat blood in my veins.

Way back when we all lived together in Savannah, Georgia with my father, LCDR Herbert Kaminer Manship, United States Navy (aviator), who was on exchange pilot duty with the Air Force flying B-47s, my Mom was a semi-finalist for the Mrs. Georgia contest, and made the BEST Cherry Pie! (But to tell the truth, I did not follow the example of George Washington getting cherries for MY mother...)

A news reporter saw my name tag as our family entered the DeSoto Hotel where the Mrs. Georgia Contest was being held, knew my Mom's place in the competition and asked me:
"Are you pulling for your Mom to win the Mrs. Georgia contest?"

From the mouths of babes, I replied, "No, I want her to come home and cook for us!"

My mother lost... OOPS! Did she EVER forgive me???

My step-mother who my father met in church choir in Savannah had a hot plate "trivet" with the words, "Apple Pie without the Cheese, is like a Kiss without the Squeeze." I guess my father thought her "Hot Plate" was better than my Mom's cherry pie. (I learned one can learn good ways from bad examples.)

My father later became an instructor at the Naval War College (all is fair in love and war?) in Newport, Rhode Island, where he also sang in the War College Choir and at Trinity Church, where during summer visits, I sang in the Boy's Choir, and where I was first introduced to George Washington when the Choir Master, Ray Parker, showed me the box pew where George Washington prayed...

The Boys in the choir were paid $3 for the summer, so that makes me a "Professional Singer", and is also a measure of just how professional!!

I was inspired by a still small voice within me to use my Choir Boy money to buy a bottle of silver polish to shine the plaque on the pew where George Washington prayed.

I then gave the bottle and the rest of the money to the Church Rector as a "bequest" to maintain the Washington Pew, so I have been a "philanthropist" since the tender age of ten.

Newport is also where at age ten I began skin diving in the Bay near the Naval War College at a pier off Washington Street. Seven years later I won a Navy scholarship planning some day to be a Navy Diver. And 36 years later, in a.d. 1999, based on my scholarship of George Washington, I began to portray GW to high school and college students on tour to Washington.

In Navy Special Operations diving training in Indian Head, Maryland, eight years after joining the Navy, I injured both shoulders so was medically disqualified from being a Diver.

Rather than accept a Medical Discharge, in the spring of a.d. 1979, I switched to Special Duty, Cryptology, to become a "Crippled Cryppie", and use my "Brain instead of my Brawn", my head instead of my shoulders.

Eight years later, in March 1987, on Navy active duty, I suffered food poisoning. Shortly after I left Naval Air Station Atlanta, I blacked out, fell, hit my head ("use my head" in a non-recommended manner), had a concussion and was taken by ambulance to Smyrna Hospital. A year later I was discharged from Navy active duty after being relieved of duties. You can judge if I have recovered from that fall...

Having hurt my shoulders so limited in the amount of "real work" I can do, and having hit my head and scrambled my brains, there was only one place where I would be "right at home" in America -- among Politicians!

Yet I say one major problem in America is that Voters elect a Politician to serve the People in our government, rather than elect a Statesman.

A politician will say and do anything to win the next election.

A statesman will work forever in God's Will to win the future for the next generation.

YOUR Choice... VOTE for yet another politician, or work to recruit, advocate and elect a statesman, and many more than one!

Andrew Jackson, a prisoner of war in the War for Independence, had a great quote that applies:
"A majority is made of one man... with courage."

Let each man (per Genesis 1:27 "man" includes male and female created by God) have the courage to join to work to create a majority.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

I voted in Democrat, or Dum-o-can Primary for Deeds

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