Jesus Christ, Lord of the State and How That Informs My Voting

As a post-mil, “Thy Kingdom Come” kinda guy here is where my difficulty lies.  For a Christian to actively support a person for a position of authority over the State is to also promote that person to a position of authority over the members of Christ’s body, the Church. To promote a non-Trinitarian to that position is, I believe, very problematic. If God is Lord over the State, which I believe he is, then to elect someone within the LDS to the presidency is to give tacit approval to, or at least gross ambivalence toward, the doctrine of Joseph Smith and the LDS Apostles.

So, what is different between this case and supporting someone who advocates for example an unjust preemptive war or is ambivalent to homosexual unions? We all make compromises when we vote these days. What makes this more significant than Ron Paul’s ambivalence toward the Morning After Pill, Senator Santorum’s desire to treat Iranian nuclear scientists as Al-Qaida members, or Newt Gingrich horrid personal life?  Two things…

First, our primary call as Christians is to expand the Kingdom of Christ. We are his workmanship created for good works and the first and greatest work is that we should go out and make disciples of all men, teaching them and baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. Why would we actively work to promote the Mormon god and his disciples?

Second, the other candidates I mentioned may be addressed within the governance of the Church and, God willing, one day with a state in submission to Christ. We can even call a man like President Obama back to the truth of his God as revealed in Scripture, pray for him as a Christian who may yet return to the Triune God of his Baptism. If our particular Church were in authority over him – we could discipline him in accordance with the Scriptures that he might repent.  None of these things are an option with a Mormon.

This is the key for me.

I welcome your thoughts…

 al sends

Warriors And Lard…

…mark the decline of the US Navy.

This has been a week of marrow and fatness and lard is thick before me.

Alright, the Spartans were a warrior people.  Their youth were segregated early on and trained to battle.  Young boys were taken from their families and trained by trials deep to fight and win.  There city state believed that soldiers must be hardened by mentors so that they might not break in the face of the enemy.

For much of our existence the US Navy wanted ships of steel and men of similar metal to man them.  We wanted to follow the Spartans in this one area at least.  The result was a Navy that could withstand the attack of Pearl Harbor and then crush the Japanese in naval battle after naval battle.  Much of this had to do with training that was tough and living conditions onboard ship that were often as dangerous as the sea itself.

Today  risk in training is to be avoided at all costs.  The once brutal Chief’s initiation has been pared down to a few weeks and a lecture or two.  The Shellback crossing-the-line ceremony requires no blood and bruises are kept to a minimum.  For the “old Salts” out there these are pictures of decline and I don’t think I can disagree…

I received this via Facebook today:

No lard for Navy plebes in yearly academy ritual

From the article:

ANNAPOLIS, Md. – As they have for 70 years, students at the U.S. Naval Academy celebrated the end of their grueling first year by scaling a 21-foot obelisk on Monday. But this time, without a lard coating on the monument, students completed the task in minutes.

For years, the Herndon Monument was slathered in the grease to make the event as challenging as possible. It often took hours for a group of first-year students, or “plebes,” to hoist a peer on their shoulders to place an officer’s hat atop the obelisk.

 The money quote:

This year, the event drew more attention after Vice Adm. Jeffrey Fowler, the academy’s superintendent, cited “unnecessary injury risk” as a reason the school could end the yearly ritual. He declined to offer a timetable for a decision that will likely rest with his successor.

“I just think at some point it will become not very interesting and it will just cease to be a climb,” Fowler told reporters earlier this month, adding that there have been minor injuries in the past.

Warriors that don’t take risks in training, risks with their bodies and even their lives, die in battle in greater numbers.  We have lost our desire to raise warriors capable of battle.  This bit of silliness will come back to haunt us in years to come.

This is not to say that today’s Military has abandoned all things Sparta.  No sir.  We are embracing Sparta’s sodomy with open arms. 

 al sends

Peter’s Great Sheet Contained No Soybeans…

…  as far as I could tell. 

If I have anything to say about it, LARD will be on the menu at the Stout house.  Two articles for your perusal:

In Praise of Lard is a wonderful short essay from Jeffery Tucker of the Ludwig Von Mises Institute.  In this short little work, Mr. Tucker puts a well greased skewer through our trust in government and conventional wisdom. 

What I do find interesting is that the campaign against lard began during and after World War II, when lard was put on the list of rationed items in the United States and England. Every government intervention is an opportunity for some private company to come along with some substitute. Sure enough, this was when margarine and shortening began to be pushed on the American diet. Somehow, butter made a solid comeback many decades later. But lard somehow never did. I can only credit a very effective marketing campaign by the shortening producers.

Are we going to let government’s wartime central planners control our lives 70 years after the fact? I don’t think so. Not in my case anyway, regardless of what my fellow shoppers say. Sometimes embracing a life of freedom involves taking risks and paying the price. You can have my lard when you pry it out of my cold, dead fingers.

In Lard, The New Health Food the folks at FoodandWine.com give a more gastronomical treatment of the much despised and little understood filler of the Fry Daddy.

 We’d thought lard would encase and entomb food—maybe because at room temperature it looks like face cream—but it is a fat of rare finesse. Extra-virgin olive oil is more versatile—hog-fat vinaigrette probably won’t be coming to a trattoria near you—yet I generally find it too assertive for frying. (“Pure” olive oil has a more neutral flavor and is cheaper, too.) Corn and soybean oils (these days, most bottles marked “vegetable oil” contain soy) perform well at the higher temperatures used for frying, but they also leave an unpleasant tacky residue in the mouth, like wet paint. Not lard. At 350 degrees it forms a crust that shatters with satisfying ease; my disastrous french fries came out like potato sticks, but they were potato sticks that met your teeth with a memorable snap. After hanging out in your mouth for a minute, though, a lard-fried crust becomes soft and creamy, as voluptuous as a Rubens nude but not as heavy. All my kitchen slipups didn’t stop me from recognizing that lard is the most elegant fat I’ve ever met. Even the absence of pork flavor, which at first struck me as a flaw, only made lard seem more delicate and refined.

Who would like to come over to Stout’s for a fried chicken taste-off?  We could cook one batch in Mary’s traditional vegetable oil and the other in lard to see which one we like better. 

One side note:  One of our blog proprietors, Rev. Rob Hadding, is a big fan of Popeyes’ Red Beans and Rice.  I now know why they are just sooooo tasty: 

RED BEANS SAUCE: WATER, PORK FAT [CURED WITH WATER, SALT, NATURAL SMOKE FLAVORS (PARTIALLY HYDROGENATED SOYBEAN OIL AND NATURAL WOOD SMOKE FLAVORS), SODIUM PHOSPHATE, SUGAR, BROWN SUGAR, SODIUM NITRITE], RED KIDNEY BEANS, RED BEAN SEASONING MIX (DRIED ONIONS, SALT, SPICES INCLUDING PAPRIKA AND PARSLEY, DRIED GARLIC, AND MONOSODIUM GLUTAMATE]. MAY CONTAIN MODIFIED FOOD STARCH. CONTAINS: SOYBEAN OIL, MSG

That “Pork Fat” listed as the second ingredient?  You guessed it, lard. 

al sends

Help An Old Lady Cross The Street…

… where your homeboys can bust a cap in her.  This may happen when Grand Theft Auto XX meets the Webelos.  Just saying.

I don’t know if this is where Scouting is headed, but I am worried.  Before you click the link below please read this excerpt from the Scouting Handbook:

Be Prepared.

That’s the motto of the Boy Scouts.

“Be prepared for what?” someone once asked Baden-Powell, the founder of Scouting,

“Why, for any old thing.” said Baden-Powell.

The training you receive in your troop will help you  live up to the Scout motto. When someone has an accident, you are prepared because of your first aid instruction. Because of lifesaving practice, you might be able to save a nonswimmer who has fallen into deep water.

But Baden-Powell wasn’t thinking just of being ready for emergencies. His idea was that all Scouts should prepare themselves to become productive citizens and to give happiness to other people. He wanted each Scout to be ready in mind and body for any struggles, and to meet with a strong heart whatever challenges might lie ahead.

Be prepared for life – to live happily and without regret, knowing that you have done your best. That’s what the Scout motto means.

The Scouts are now offering a Belt Loop for Video Games.   Anyone else worried?

al sends

I KNEW It!

Read Amusing Ourselves to Death by Neil Postman. Or No Place for Truth by David Wells. Both will give you sufficient grounds to throw your 328 inch plasma screen television into the sea. But if you don’t have time (or, you can’t because of your television-induced inability to read more than 500 words at a time) read this.

[edit: apparently the link is not consistent and some of you have been sent to read a story about a rhinoceros or something like that. The upshot of the article is that television is killing you. So don't watch it.]

“God Did Not Create The Filibuster…”

…nope, He didn’t.  Nor is it required constitutionally.  Yet there is great wisdom in that rule, preventing the foolishness of group-think.  In the wake of our President’s election a euphoria swept through the loins of our would be overlords and they began to propose life altering legislation. 

There were a few that recognized the danger and stood to fight.  The Honorable Barney, my boy friend’s a prostitute – who knew?, Frank hates that these smaller states, “mountain states” in particular, can slow down something as important as Obamacare.  

So, pwesent you eaws  and twemble…

BARNEY FRANK IS NOT GETTING HIS WAY – pitch a sassy fit why doncha!

You are now free to go take a shower.

al sends