who am I?

blg 31 vikings giants“I am not a perfect son. I am not a perfect husband. I am not a perfect parent, but I am, without a doubt, not a child abuser.” — currently deactivated NFL star, running back Adrian Peterson

Former Pres. Richard M. Nixon told the world he wasn’t a “crook.” Lauren Bacall pronounced she wasn’t a “has been.” And Albert Einstein actually declared he wasn’t a “genius” (… “just curious” was Einstein’s self-assessment).

So allow me to ask: who are we? … what defines us? Or perhaps the better question: are we defined by what we do?

Look at the NFL, currently throbbing under the increased, exponential scrutiny of social media. Look at the current questionable conduct (at best) exhibited by Peterson and the much publicized trio of Jonathan Dwyer, Greg Hardy, and Ray Rice — each previously known more by their athletic prowess than by their current assault accusations. Is that who they are? Contrary to what he desperately desires us to believe, for example, is Adrian Peterson a child abuser?

Let me ask still more: does only one thing define us?

Jameis Winston, the reigning Heisman Trophy winner… is he Florida State’s star quarterback or a shouter of malicious memes? … is he, too, an assailant of a 19 year old woman?

Bill Clinton… a former President or a philanderer?

Tiger Woods… a professional golfer or an adulterer?

Woody Allen… a talented playwright or a twisted step-father?

My point is simply that we like to define persons as easily as possible, when sometimes, it’s simply not that easy. We are more than that. And yet, we continue to attempt to identify people in a bit of a figurative, nonporous box — some nice, neat fitting explanation that isn’t always so nice and easy to define. We are complex people. We may be good people. Good people make mistakes. We make mistakes. The wise man also then learns from his mistakes. So the question is whether our mistakes define us. Does any singular act define us? … or is it a succession of acts? The definition is often not so singular and simple.

As I penned this post, a political ad arose on the television. promoting a candidate for a neighboring state. Here was Alison Grimes (D-KY), an articulate woman hoping to unseat Minority Leader Mitch McConnell in the U.S. Senate. Their race seems competitive and spirited indeed.

But I was struck by the first thing Grimes had to say. Instead of telling us who she is or what she believes, her statement was emphatically clear: “I’m not Barack Obama.”

You and me… Nixon, Bacall, Einstein… the sad, growing plethora of NFL’ers… even candidate Grimes…

Defining a person isn’t quite that easy.

Respectfully…

AR

morality police

police-tapeLots of incidents seem to be hitting us smack dab in the face lately… incidents that seemingly demand a response…

The events of Ferguson, Missouri, where an unarmed black man was killed by a white police officer…

Michael Sam, the first openly gay, potential professional NFL player, who was cut by the St. Louis Rams… 

The Ray Rice assault case — the Ravens star running back, hitting his then fiancé — now wife — in the face, knocking her out…

The NFL’s even bigger star, Adrian Peterson, spanking his son with some kind of stick, leaving cuts, bruises, maybe more…

There are all sorts of angles one could embrace in each of these cases. We could make logical, passionate cases for or against a single side in Ferguson… for or against the employment of Michael Sam… for or against the extent of discipline levied against Peterson and/or Rice. Each of the above is significant.

My desire today, no less, is not to tackle the specifics of each incident. My desire is to instead capture an aspect that seems to gird each of the above. Somewhere, somehow, in some way, we seem to have embraced some semblance of morality police — a societal enforcement epidemic…  an enforcement that often impedes a fair processing of all the facts…

The “police” seems to say:  “We will decide what’s right and wrong… we will decide how far one can go… we will decide what’s good and true and right.”  In other words, “If you disagree with ‘we,’ you must be wrong”… as if due process is not necessary nor good…

Where has this police force come from?

What do they base their instant, self-pronounced wisdom upon?

And who are they?  Who are the “we” that decides such moral absolutes?

The reality is that in each of the above, we don’t know all the facts; new perspectives and information continues to arise; and thus, reasonable people may sincerely disagree on perspective and appropriate consequence…

… an unarmed black man was killed by a white man in Ferguson; were his hands innocently in the air? Did he attack the officer first? What don’t we know?  … a gay football player was cut from his team and not quickly picked up elsewhere; was it because he was gay? Was he not good enough? Or were all the cameras and distractions that accompanied the 7th round draft pick a factor? What more must we learn?  … a football player beats his fiancé unconscious, but she marries him and stands with him to this day; is our opinion more valuable than hers? What can we not see?  … and a player who spanked his son — maybe beat him — maybe in a way that was abusive; wasn’t it only a few decades ago that the majority of parents spanked?  Is there any more to this story that those who rush to judgment — one way or the other — have omitted in their emotional hastiness?

There are multiple potential, valid perspectives to each of the above; we don’t know all the specifics of what happened where.  But the morality police don’t allow for the time to process wisely — for the time to sort through each of those perspectives.

The challenge I see is that these so-called police don’t pause before proclaiming consequences; they don’t seem to think before they act. They dismiss due process, not recognizing the sagacity and shrewdness the time involved affords. Due process allows for the time necessary to uncover all relevant facts so that no judgment is rushed nor injustice applied.

Rushing to justice will never be wise… especially when multiple incidents keep hitting us smack dab in the face… incidents that seemingly demand a response… at the right time.

Respectfully…

AR

if you could see what I see

IMG_1931Seeing isn’t just believing. Seeing is feeling more deeply, justifying our passion…

This day 13 years ago changed us. What we saw changed us. Most of us didn’t witness the exact moment those planes first hit — or at least when the first plane flew shockingly into floors 93-99 of the North Tower. 17 minutes later, when United Airlines Flight 175 crashed into floors 75-85 of the South Tower, we saw that. We felt it.

We saw the first responders. We saw the people in the streets, staring upwards, shocked and stilled by the most serious day of infamy the youngest generations have ever known.

And then we saw the buildings fall.

It wasn’t a movie; it wasn’t fiction; it wasn’t any promotion of Hollywood ‘s latest action film. This was real life. And as the beams of those buildings shockingly melted before our eyes — and one by one, each floor gave way — instantly crushing all that remained within — we gasped in unspoken horror and heartache, moved by what we saw. What we saw changed us.

I wonder:  why does seeing make such a difference?

Prior to today’s somber remembrance of 9/11, earlier this week we witnessed the news and sports networks once again collide, as their lead stories focused on the behavior of onetime NFL superstar, the Ravens’ Ray Rice.

In February Rice and his then-fiancee, Janay Palmer, were each arrested on an assault charge. A video was released four days later showing Rice dragging her out of an elevator where the assault took place. Rice was indicted; the charges against Palmer were dropped. They soon married.

After allowing the legal system to run its course, the NFL suspended Rice for the first two games of the this season. He played in the preseason still — curiously greeted by a standing ovation from Baltimore fans, who seemed to sense his remorse.

Then this week — seven months later — the video from inside that elevator was released. We saw what Rice did. We knew it before, but this week we saw it. It changed us. Commentator after commentator clamored for more consequences, and Rice was immediately cut by his team and suspended by the league. Yet what was the difference?

We saw it. We saw what happened.

Seeing changes how we feel. It justifies an emotional intensity that often otherwise is a bit more calloused. Seeing, however, does not change what actually happened. It only changes how we react.

It thus brings me back to the whole concept of faith… a concept which has been so diluted in contemporary culture, to the point where so many of us say, “Well, you believe what you want to believe, and I’ll believe what I want to believe, and that will be true for each of us.” That’s not logical. What’s true is true regardless of whether we see it or not.

The wisdom lies in knowing and feeling — being confident and assured — regardless of what we see… embracing truth as truth in absence of our own, eyewitness activity.

Respectfully…

AR

just a game?

football_fieldEach year we examine the strengths of the Lions and Tigers and tough-tackling Bears. Ok, not the Tigers — they’re still busy playing baseball. Yet as much of the nation is again consumed by the games on the gridiron, the Intramuralist enjoys taking a brief snapshot at the stories behind the stories… the questions and relevant aspects that challenge the notion that football is just a game. Allow me to humbly address some one-on-one…

Dear all owners and players… We have missed you! Question: how will you handle the concussion issue? How can we find a balance in enjoying the game but recognizing that it is dangerous and thus, some will be hurt?

Dear Michael Sam… congratulations on making the Cowboys’ practice squad! The 10 member scout team consists primarily of rookies who were cut in camp and are borderline NFL-caliber players. You have admirably said you don’t want your sexual preference to bring undue attention; you want to be evaluated on your football skills alone.  Are all the cameras — and your postponed reality show — consistent with your aim?  Seems like many are contributing to this, knowingly or not.

Dear Johnny Manziel… You are an exciting player to watch! Before any future accomplishments, maybe learn a few lessons first. Try to embrace humility; remember humility is a good thing. Learn from those who’ve gone before you — from Brady to Manning I & II to also recent rookies such as Newton and Luck. They seem to have more quickly recognized that flamboyancy often falls far short of integrity. Do your job. Best of luck in doing it well.

Dear those currently suspended… Josh Gordon, Jim Irsay, etal. We will miss you while gone some games this year. You have contributed positively to your team, but it hasn’t all been positive. Be sure to maximize the time off, taking full responsibility for what you have done — and not spending so much energy on blaming the league — someone other than self.

Dear Ray Rice… We don’t know exactly what happened between you and your fiance. We know you were married after the incident in which you struck her and dragged her off that elevator. There is no place for domestic violence. I think you know that. I think most people know that. While I hate it when people use domestic violence vernacular for rhetorical persuasion (see Wasserman Schultz, D., chairman of the Democratic Party, who last week compared a sitting governor to a man who beats his wife — geesh), I realize this is a painful and personal issue. Learn from your mistakes. Grow.

Dear Peyton Manning… were you really fined $8,268 during the pre-season? … for taunting?? Is that not the first taunting penalty we’ve ever seen from mild-mannered you? (P.S. Any chance we could amusingly see another?)

Dear NFL fine-makers… really?? You fined Saints TE $30,000 for dunking footballs over the goalposts because of excessive celebration? Please. Surely you’ve got more important things to monitor (please see Ray Rice, Josh Gordon, etc. above).

And so we again begin this season with much to watch. Will the Seahawks repeat? Hardly anyone repeats. Will we witness the end of the careers of QB’s Brady and Manning? Twilight often seems to come so early. Who will get hurt? I pray no one’s life is endangered.

From the Dolphins to Dallas to the Packers and Pittsburgh… from the Bengals and Bucs to the Giants and Jets… let the games begin… and of course, the aspects that challenge the notion that this is just a game.

Respectfully…

AR

oh mighty isis

Isis fighters, pictured on a militant website verified by AP.So once again, this week the world witnessed the gruesome beheading of an American journalist via terrorists’ heinous hands. Let me humbly share a limited listing of what we know for certain about the deteriorating situation… and what we do not know.  First… what we know…

ISIS, the Islamic State of Iraq and Syria — the terrorist group responsible for the deaths of journalists James Foley and Steven Sotloff — was formed out of an al-Qaeda affiliate in Iraq, with its origin traced back to the Second Gulf War in 2003. It was originally known as the Islamic State of Iraq (ISI) and then ISIS or ISIL. ISIL refers to the Islamic State of Iraq and the Levant — the Levant equating to the Eastern Mediterranean border region, which consists of Cyprus, Israel, Jordan, Lebanon, Syria, Palestine, and part of southern Turkey.

The group has declared themselves a “caliphate,” an Islamic state led by a supreme religious and political leader known as a caliph – or a “successor” – to Muhammad. They thus claim religious authority over all Muslims in the world. Their stated goal is to bring other Muslim-inhabited regions under their political control.

ISIS has also declared that the caliphate is established “for the purpose of compelling the people to do what the Sharia (Allah’s law) requires of them.” That means that anyone who does not believe in ISIS’s interpretation of Islam must either convert or die.

They currently hold territory in both Syria and Iraq. With Syria divided by civil war since the spring of 2011, ISIS has capitalized by seizing significant territory — possibly up to half of Syria — and half of Iraq, too, as stated yesterday by Defense Sec. Chuck Hagel.

The group is violent — some say barbaric. As stated in August by United Nations representatives, “We are gravely concerned by continued reports of acts of violence, including sexual violence against women and teenage girls and boys belonging to Iraqi minorities. Atrocious accounts of abduction and detention of Yazidi, Christian, as well as Turkomen and Shabak women, girls and boys, and reports of savage rapes, are reaching us in an alarming manner.”

There is increasing significant concern that ISIS will attempt to attack America. A spokesman said last month that “we will raise the flag of Allah in the White House.” Many believe ISIS is more dangerous than al-Qaeda.

Also, in an email to the parents of executed journalist Foley, ISIS said it was acting “as a DIRECT result of your [America’s] transgressions towards us!” They added: “WE WILL NOT STOP UNTILL WE QUENCH OUR THIRST FOR YOUR BLOOD.”

Now… what we don’t know…

We don’t know how the pulling of American troops from Iraq specifically impacted ISIS’s rise to power.

We don’t know if Pres. Obama is intentionally cautious or strategically confused in his response (…partisans will disagree, of course, embracing the art of averring judgment calls with certainty).

We also don’t know when ISIS will gruesomely strike again.

So allow me 3 more things that I believe we should know:

(1) Evil is alive and well on planet Earth.

(2) Negotiating with evil never solves the problem.

And (3) prayer would be wise… prayers for wisdom for the world’s leaders… for protection of those in ISIS’s path… and for the rooting out of such obvious, gut-wrenching evil.

Respectfully…

AR

[Intramuralist Note: sources utilized for the above facts include CBS News, The Christian Post, CNN, NBC News, and Wikipedia.]

let’s talk

6152258096_f0b81ce386_oAfter multiple insights, expressions, opinions, and articulations… silliness, seriousness, sincerity, and sarcasm… stories of triumph, struggle, heartache, and hope… let me say one thing: I’m back!

It is with great joy, my friends, that I pick up my metaphorical pen, resuming our respectful dialogue of current events. I believe that respectful dialogue makes a difference. I believe we can learn and solve when we listen well. I believe much of the world — many of whom are highly intelligent (and even elected) — do not practice respectful dialogue (… and we wonder why they rarely seem to craft effective solution).

Each year, when we feature our summer Guest Writer Series, we are practicing what we preach, so-to-speak. Multiple persons from multiple bents express perspective that perhaps we do or do not share. We can learn from them… as long, of course, as the conversation is respectful, even amidst disagreement.

Over the past three weeks, we’ve heard from many… from an author to a state senator to a food bank director… from a retired teacher to a current teacher to a young man living overseas… from a college kid to a stay-at-home mom to a career pastor… from a psychologist to a nonprofit director to a realtor, filmmaker, and wise new grandma.

We’ve heard about much… from news sources to sorrows to everyone needing a superhero… from television to gender identity to the unscrupulous activity of the IRS. The bottom line is that we’ve listened. And unlike far too many who take oaths to represent us, we realize that we learn from listening. The purpose of the Guest Writer Series — in addition to an intentional refreshing and refocusing for this semi-humble blogger — is to model the Intramuralist mantra.

There is thus much more I’m eager to talk about! …

I want to talk about Ferguson, Missouri… what happened there… and how so many reacted wisely and poorly… how so many keep reacting — and feel justified — without knowing all the facts…

I want to talk about the situation in Syria and Iraq… how religious minorities are being hunted, tortured, and persecuted. What are we doing? … is there a measurable strategy? … why not?

I want to talk about James Foley, the American who was beheaded by the Islamic terrorists. There was outrage, yes… shock, too… but will the outrage last?

I want to talk about the college football captain who was hurt last weekend, heroically jumping off a balcony to save his 7 year old nephew, who was supposedly struggling in the swimming pool… “I would do it again for whatever kid it was”… and now it turns out it was all a lie… why did he lie? … why do people in leadership sometimes lie?

I want to talk about atheist Richard Dawkins, who said that it’s “immoral” not to abort a baby with Down syndrome. I want to again discuss how intelligence and wisdom are not the same thing.

I want to talk about a lot of things… what we learn from the younger generation… what our kids keep teaching us… the lack of wisdom in the world… the digression… the authentic sources of hope… the insights, encouragements, dangers, and even opportunities for abundant sarcasm!

Fire up! It’s going to be a fun, insightful season… starting now.

Respectfully…

AR

crossing my own bridge

imagesI have an incredible fear of bridges. It’s not the getting on or reaching the other side. It’s the trusting that the bridge has the ability and strength to withstand the weight in the middle. I suffered a major anxiety attack a couple of years ago while having to drive over the Bay Bridge, which connects San Francisco and Oakland, California. I was not familiar with San Francisco territory or traffic, and I had to do the driving as my husband, contentedly sitting in the passenger seat next to me, was on a very intense conference call with Australia. I remember streams of tears rolling down my face as I crept onto the bridge; absolutely terrified of seeing what lie ahead of me as well as the water that rippled below me.

I suddenly realized I needed to turn the internal faucet off (my personal water works system) or else I would not even be able to see to attack this monster. I was nearly paralyzed yet had no choice but to continue on. I was expecting other cars to honk and drivers to holler at me because I simply could not drive as fast as they in effort to get to the other side. I was discouraged and petrified at the fact that I was failing to get control of myself as my hands and feet started going numb at the halfway point. Facing this momentary adversity was going to be my demise! I had to hold it together, but I was literally crumbling inside! I couldn’t share what I was experiencing to my inaccessible husband — nor did I want him to see me in a bug-eyed “freaky girl” panic mode to make him question, “Is this the hot mess I married?”  I felt utterly hopeless and helpless.

There I was stuck in the absolute center of the bridge… no helicopter to lower a rope and magically lift me out of my despair… no caped superhero to heed my cry and swoop down to save me and my knight in shining amour immersed in closing a deal… no chance at all that I could just call it a day and give up. I HAD TO KEEP GOING IF I WANTED OFF THIS ROLLERCOASTER TO SURVIVE MY DAUNTING TASK OF SURVIVAL!

And of course about ¾ of the way over this bridge, I start having thoughts: what if a sudden earthquake? What if someone is speeding and rams into me sending us flying over the edge? What if there is a traffic jam and we could be stuck for eternity? What if one of the wires or beams was on its last thread? What if all the above started happening all at the same time? Unrealistic thoughts became a reality that could happen at any second. After all, tragedy of all these types have really happened in history — could happen today too, right? This bridge, this day, this car, this driver…DOOM!!! My future seemed delusionally bleak and coming to a close.

Being blinded by my panic up to this point, it suddenly dawned on me that while all this is DE-concentrating the faith in myself to continue, I see the other side of the bridge the entire time!  So I start telling myself, “You’re dumb!” “Major Wuss!” And not only do I see it, I’m driving closer, closer to the safe landing — my destination to regain inner peace, trusted footing, a positive glimmer that I could be victorious in defeating this colossal giant. I’m closer to tomorrow because now I can see the hope of making it across.  As I arrived at my destination safe and sound and unharmed (other than the painful un-prying of my fingers that dug into the steering wheel) I feel overwhelming exhilaration. I wanted to pull over, put the car in park, step on solid ground, and with arms extended high, yell, “I did it! There’s hope for me yet!” What ultimately kept me from doing that is I strongly believe my husband would have me seek counseling when we returned home, and my adrenaline in overdrive made me seeking the closest restroom (go figure).

(*** time to be transparent)  I share that with you because it helps me recognize that there are so many times in life that we experience trouble. Trouble that sometimes creeps in and up on us out of the blue, lasting a few moments and at other times trouble that has potential to be life-lasting. And in all honesty, it doesn’t matter whether this trickling of trouble was begat by us, poured on us by others, or what tsunami of disturbance life has shuffled, reshuffled and slammed into us. Let’s face it. It’s gonna’ happen. We can all agree that life on this Earth does not contain an insurance plan for easy answers, simple resolve, or living on winged foot. Going a layer deeper begs the question, “What do we do with our trouble?” We can either fix it or we can learn to accept what cannot be repaired. Those are the options. **Notice that giving up is not on the list of acceptable options? (you did see that, right?)

I mentioned in my story that the scariest part is wondering if there is strength enough to withstand the weight in the middle — in other words, the piles of stuff that continue to go on in our lives. Well, to put it plainly, life is the ‘middle stuff’.  And in order to cross that bridge, I could NOT let my trust of the other side being there to dwindle — nor did I want myself to become too weak to conquer what lie before me even if the other side was in my view. Dynamics and logistics of what life brings often fog up or even blind our emotional vision to clearly see what’s on the other side of the bridge. It doesn’t mean that it’s not there. IT IS THERE! It’s only when we start believing that it’s not there, that hopelessness creeps up and moves in. And when that happens, everything gets skewed.  Just like my bridge trauma, the other side was there all time… I was hoping for something that my eyes could physically see, yet in my dark pit of desperation, my mental and emotional “eyes” had blinded me from seeing what was really right in front of me all along…HOPE.

Respectfully…

C

bucket filling

colonial_bucket3Many years ago I was privileged to sit in the classroom of an outstanding professor at Butler University. I admit it was an unexpected path that brought me there. My life plan had been un-expectantly turned upside down and inside out…a roller coaster ride, if you will, though I had not purchased a ticket. I was in a state of turmoil with few resources, but much responsibility. Fortunately, wise counsel and helping hands insisted…well, actually “pushed” is a better word… that I go back to grad school to make myself more eligible for career re-entry.

So with battered self-esteem, I did so and fortunately into an education class. This professor made his class not just about methods, psychology, curriculum, but also about real life. Little did I know how much his instruction would influence my career, but also my life. His insights were a tool, not only taught, but practiced by him, and I felt he was speaking to me and my wounded spirit. His wisdoms were useful, encouraging, and healing, not just for the classroom to which I would eventually return, but for every day-to-day encounters then and now.

Dr. D. said we all carry with us an imaginary bucket and that in every encounter be it at home, work, play, street, café, or wherever, we will either take something out of that bucket, or we will put something into that bucket. A frown, a casual ignoring, a demeaning or critical remark…these all take something out of that bucket. However, a personal greeting, a sincere smile, a meaningful compliment, a sharing of mind-expanding ideas… these all put something into that bucket. And if we are alert and sensitive enough to observe the response, it is easy to know which we have done. We also know what someone has done to our own bucket by the feelings generated from the “take-out” or the “put-in.”

Consider what a difference it would make if we would be more about bucket-filling… (even to those who seem to derive pleasure from “take-outs.”) Yes, it is easier to take things out, but the contrast in impact is major. Every day in every encounter, we have this opportunity, this choice, and what we choose to do is really a reflection of our character. Would we visualize the buckets others carry and seek to put something in them… and interestingly, in the process our own bucket gets filled as well.

So thanks, Intramuralist… you know all about filling buckets… including mine.

Respectfully…

DWL

why every american should care

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“The IRS is not targeting conservative groups.”

There is “not even a smidgeon of corruption” at the IRS.

Two “rogue” employees in the Cincinnati office were principally responsible for the “overly aggressive” handling of requests by conservative groups for tax-exempt status.

The IRS is “apologetic” for the “absolutely inappropriate” actions by these lower-level workers.

“The inappropriate screening was both broader and longer-lasting than had previously been known.”

“I have been advised by my counsel to assert my Constitutional right not to testify or answer questions related to the subject matter of this hearing.”

“Will you provide all of Lois Lerner’s emails?”

“Yes.”

“Ms. Lerner’s computer crashed in mid-2011. Ms. Lerner’s email…would have been lost…and could not be recovered.”

We are being told lies. It’s not that hard to figure out why. And every American should care.

A short summary:  it has been discovered that the IRS was targeting conservative groups that were applying for tax-exempt status for discriminatory scrutiny. The IRS originally blamed these actions on a few individuals in a regional office. The investigation has since risen to the top of the IRS. On June 3, 2011, the Chair of the House Ways and Means Committee wrote the Commissioner on an issue related to tax-exempt organizations. That Commissioner has since resigned. The investigation eventually encircled Lois Lerner, Director of the IRS Exempt Organizations Office. While claiming to have done nothing wrong, Ms. Lerner has taken the Fifth Amendment before Congress.

Since she would not testify, Congress subpoenaed her emails. The IRS provided 67,000 of them, but surprisingly few from January 2009 to April 2011. The new Commissioner was brought before Congress to ask why, and he promised to provide all the emails. Only after that, and we’re now in 2014, were we told that Lerner’s hard drive crashed, and her email from that time period had been lost. The date of the alleged crash? June 13, 2011, just 10 days after receiving the letter from House Ways and Means.

Any IT professional knows this is a bald-faced lie. Emails are not stored only on hard drives. They are stored on bigger computers called servers from which your email is sent to the servers of the people you are emailing. In fact, the recommendation when you use Microsoft Exchange, the most popular messaging system in the world, is that you utilize three servers, each with a redundant copy of your database, any of which could be used to restore the entire system in case any one of them crashes. Have we ever known the government to be less redundant than the rest of the world?

Then there is the issue of backups. All professional organizations back their servers up on tapes. If the server dies – that being if all three servers die – then you can restore the system to some previous state using a tape backup.

But the IRS claims it only has backups going back 6 months. That is ludicrous. This is the organization that requires every American to produce the tiniest tax-related document going back 3-7 years, but they only keep their records for 6 months?

Sarbanes-Oxley regulations require public corporations to retain their email data for 5 years, and the IRS’ own manual says email should be permanently backed up. Congress sent the new head of the IRS back to look for the missing emails, with instructions to search for them on the recipients’ computers. You know what they came back with? There were more computer crashes, pretty much everyone that Lois Lerner may have emailed, a number “less than 20.” I can just hear the suit who came up with that one. “This lie is working, so let’s go back and tell it again.” We are supposed to believe that not only did lightening strike twice, it struck 20 times.

There is no question we are being told lies. Ridiculously so. Like everybody knows we’re lying, but we’re going to keep on lying. So the question becomes, why carry on the charade?

I can promise you this:  if it were really the work of two low-level staffers in Cincinnati, they’d have been hung out to dry long ago. If this were Lois Lerner’s doing, so what, sell her down the river, so sorry, goodbye, and this is over. But they haven’t done that. They look like fools. So whom are they protecting?

As it turns out, that’s not a very hard question to answer. The head of the IRS who resigned when this scandal broke visited the White House 157 times. The woman who ran the office that oversaw tax-exempt organizations visited 165 times. (Perhaps not coincidentally, she received $103,390 in bonuses and was promoted to run Obamacare.)

By comparison, Presidential right hand Eric Holder has visited the White House 62 times. And Mark Everson, who ran the IRS from 2003-2007, visited the Bush White House one single time.

The cover story is now that these people were at the White House to discuss Obamacare. But when the former Commissioner was asked before Congress why he visited so many times, he offered an Easter egg hunt, questions about tax policy, the departmental budget, and helping the Department of Education streamline applications for financial aid.

Ahem. No mention of Obamacare.

Rest assured, if this were the work of some White House staffer, they would be fired and blamed for everything. But no one has gone down for this. Why not?

The inescapable conclusion is that this goes all the way to the top.

Why should we care? Because this is the engine of government, a government that is supposed to be of the people, by the people, and for the people, turned against the people. Perhaps you oppose conservative groups. But if the current administration can get away with this, the next administration could fashion government authority as a weapon against left-wing, pro-choice, and gay-rights groups. I staunchly disagree with each of those causes, but I will defend to my death their rights to exist, to assemble peaceably, and to speak freely.

In fact, our forefathers did just that, gave their lives to overthrow a regime that used the powers of government to oppress its citizens. It was called the British Empire, and it’s why we fought the American Revolution. Their First Amendment to our Constitution was the right to free speech, given to all, regardless of whether you agree with the majority or with the government. It is the suppression of that right by the people sworn to protect our rights that is why every American should care about what’s happening at the IRS.

Respectfully…

MPM

everyone needs a superhero

1451570_10202476070333458_130126264_nIf you had told me thirty years ago that I would be following the heroic antics of Marvel superheroes in movie form, I would have laughed and walked away. The closest I ever got to comic books while growing up was a stack of Archie and Richie Rich back issues left behind in the mountain cabin we bought when I was little. I read them again and again until I was bored with them, and I never sought out any more comic books.

But having raised geeky kids, and lived with a geeky husband, the superhero and his super deeds have become regulars in our lives.  Sitting through the latest Marvel super movie, the literary critic in me noticed once again that these stories usually run along a similar theme, and the characters in these movies (and perhaps in the comic books, though I haven’t opened one) follow similar archetypical patterns. The beauty of these patterns is that they reflect the deepest cries of the human heart. A biblical worldview perspective shows how universally appealing the superhero tale can be.

The story of the superhero follows a similar pattern, even though there are large variations from time to time.

The struggle between good and evil. The moral tale becomes very clear. Good and evil are clearly depicted. Even the colors, the setting, and sometimes the music that accompanies the good and the evil get treated very differently. Evil is dark and brooding; the lair of the evil ones is sinister, ugly, sometimes cold. Evil is depicted in such a way that the audience hates it, rejects it, finds it vile and wants it to lose. Evil, in short, is not pretty.

We identify with that theme, the great struggle of good over evil. It is one of the most universal, and one of the oldest, stories of all time. We want good to win. We recognize that good MUST win in order for us to survive. So good, as depicted in most superhero comics, does ultimately win. Our hearts are satisfied with that kind of an ending. It’s how we were wired.

Bystanders are innocent and get caught up in the moral struggle. We laughed until we hurt when we saw the crowds of people in Superman 1 and 2 (1978 and 1980) get in the way of the epic battle between Superman and General Zod (or whatever villain got in the way). The cheesy bystanders got tossed around; they cried for help in typical “woe is me” melodramatic fashion.

However, even this is part of the moral tale of good versus evil. The innocents need protecting by a powerful hero, and he does protect them, as promised! He keeps the bus from crashing to the ground; he prevents the mother’s baby carriage from getting crushed, and more. Again and again through superhero literature, we live out the need for someone powerful to save us because we are not strong enough to save ourselves.

The Superhero has incredible powers. He has huge muscles that seem barely contained by the clothes he wears. (In the case of the Incredible Hulk, his clothes cannot contain his overgrown muscles.) He is able to leap tall buildings in a single bound, spin a web to snare an enemy, throw his massive hammer over long distances to defeat a foe, to name a few superhuman skills.

He is a protector. He saves even those cheesy bystanders from the evil plans of the enemy.

The earliest superheroes were found in the Bible, in people like Samson, whose long hair gave him the power to pull an entire building down on his enemies. Some have argued that the gods and goddesses of Greek and Roman tales were also early types of superheroes. Sometimes that works, although those gods and goddesses were pretty petulant and self-serving most of the time. They only saved someone if it made themselves look good, or perhaps ticked off a rival god.

The Villain is dark and brooding and pure evil. His world is dark; his demeanor is just as dark and brooding as his lair. Loki, from the Thor movies, is the antithesis of Thor. To Thor’s strapping muscles and long golden locks, Loki has black hair, wears all black, is of normal height and build (scrawny in comparison). Loki is all bad, all the time, even if he pretends to help Thor. In short, you can depend on the stereotypes most of the time: evil is evil, and good is good, all the time.

Batman seems to break the stereotype in several ways, since he is dark and brooding and often skulks in the darkness to hunt down the evil. As we saw in The Dark Knight, however, no matter how dark Batman is, his foe is always darker and more sinister.

Though some of you may find fault with my overt generalizations, you will have to admit that the human longing for good to vanquish evil is nearly universal. We work out our own longing by cheering for the good, urging them on to fight the good fight.

Why do we create a superhero, and why does it appeal to us so much?

We recognize the truth about ourselves – that we are weak and vulnerable, and we need someone greater than us to win on our behalf. Or perhaps we even place ourselves in the position of the superhero and live out that epic battle in our minds. We are still longing for evil to be conquered.

We desperately need to feel as if there is a remedy. We realize, somewhere deep in our hearts, that we are not the superhero. We live in a sick world, and we long for a cure. In fact, if we were to take a careful look inside, we would realize our desperate need for a superhero because we are trapped by our own evil, not strong enough to save ourselves.

We recognize that in our desperate need, mere man cannot overcome the evil out there. On our own we are weaker than the evil one, and like the innocent bystander, we need an advocate, a hero–someone stronger than ourselves. That superhero–that savior – is the only one strong enough to save us.

We need someone with powers that exceed our own meager abilities. The cry for help comes from deep within our hearts, at the mercy of an overwhelming evil.

Human imagination draws upon the universal archetypes of the superhero and villain, and of the war between good and evil, in order to work out the battle that rages inside. The story is as old as time and as universal as all humankind (and the fables of gods and superheroes from many cultures around the world speaks to that universal theme). The human imagination replays, again and again, in its vast creativity, the epic struggle and the eventual victory of the superhero. The characters may shift and change, but their types remain essentially the same.

Though the authors may not have intended it to happen, I rejoice when I see these archetypes and themes. I see the universal story that the human heart depicts again and again, and it is overwhelming evidence of the human cry for a savior.

Respectfully…

SH