Current events, Faith, Heathen, Heathentry, Uncategorized

Dog days of Democracy

Freehold Oath Ring

They call them dog tags, and we who wear them understand the irony of the situation.  Dog tags are worn by the defenders of the state, the soldiers who serve the people, but who take their orders and direction from a group of entitled elites who occupy the houses of the people, and conduct themselves not as the servants of the public, but as the lords on high.

That is fine.  Democracy does not reward the tellers of truth, so the houses of the people are filled with those who seek power by any means necessary.  Some few are crusaders for one cause or another, not all of those crusaders are in any way safe, sane, or helpful to the state, but at least they are not simply for sale as the rest of them are.  The mix of the mercenary, visionary and fanatic float in a sea of institutionalized corruption where it is actually impossible to determine where the legitimate political process and press ends, and criminal behaviour begins.  Oddly enough, some of the worst actions are legal, and some of the illegal ones ought to be praiseworthy.  This is Democracy, it’s a shitty system whose only redeeming feature is it actually sucks slightly less hard then everything else we have tried.

Today in our fair north, our politicians are busy stealing from the dogs, we who bleed to defend the freedom of our people to reward those who screw all of us who risk our lives so that the many can be kept safe by a few their leaders continue to stab in the front, the back, the pocketbook, the home, and family; in between posing at the memorials for our dead and praising the deeds of those they screw with every stroke of the budget pen.

Today in our sunny south, our politicians cheer and pat themselves on the back as they strip health care from tens of millions of their citizens, make it possible to charge the elderly even more than before, defund planned parenthood, while at the same time allowing insurance companies to not cover women for pre-existing conditions ranging from rape to C-sections.  Don’t worry, those who make more than a quarter million dollars per year (after all allowable deductions) will no longer bear the terrible burden of paying a few percent towards the cost of millions of their poorer citizens health care costs, so I guess that is worth cheering for right?  Women, the elderly, the injured, sick, or unemployed should be thankful that the richest among us will no longer be burdened by their needs to stay alive.

Around the necks, to the north and the south hang the dog tags of those men and women who stand in the defense of their nations, offering their blood, sweat, and tears to the governments that increasingly seem utterly unburdened by the need to defend anything but their own agenda.

No one accuses the wearers of the dog tags of intelligence.  When we speak of the dogs who share our homes, or the dog-tag wearing soldiers the kind speak with reverence, the privileged with amusement at the dogged loyalty of the uniformed defenders of their nations.  Loyalty is not actually stupidity, although it would be stupidity indeed were we to expect a matching loyalty from our leadership, a matching commitment to our people from our elected leaders.  Most of us are not actually stupid enough to do so, but it is not FOR the leaders we serve.  We serve for the people.

You remember the people?  Our legislators seldom do.  We serve, some give up their lives, and most give up their health as we expend ourselves in the service of the land of our birth, because our people are actually worthy of that service.

In Canada, our leaders are busy punishing their loyal guardians for the twin crimes of being too loyal to rebel, and bound by law not to speak out.  Sucks to be a soldier right now in the north, but we actually have it better.  In the US, the soldiers get to sit back and watch their leadership condemn millions of the people they signed up to defend to death, so the same rich assholes who generally send the soldiers overseas to die to enforce an economic hegemony that benefits only those same rich assholes, can save a few percent by not paying their share of the health care that would allow the less well off to also be covered.

It is a sad time to be wearing dog tags, as neither nation particularly seems to be worthy of the service of its defenders right now.  It doesn’t matter.  Soldiers, like dogs, are renowned for their faithfulness in serving their masters, whether they are actually worthy of that service or not.

Right now it really helps to remember you are there to serve the people, because those who sit in the houses of the people, those who call themselves public servants while serving only their own political ideologies and not their folk, are a far cry from being worthy of the service of the least of our soldiers.

Somehow all this is supposed to anchor neatly in Christian theology, as the same leader in the US freed the churches to openly (and tax deductably) play politics.  I don’t get it myself.  I am just a poor Heathen, and figure Christ would be shitting a crucifix at what was just done in the US.  My own lore looks at the question of taxing the rich and looking after the sick a little differently than the Republican reading of Christianity.  From the Havamal:

39. If wealth a man | has won for himself,
Let him never suffer in need;
Oft he saves for a foe | what he plans for a friend,
For much goes worse than we wish.

40. None so free with gifts | or food have I found
That gladly he took not a gift,

Nor one who so widely | scattered his wealth
That of recompense hatred he had.

70. It is better to live | than to lie a corpse,
The live man catches the cow;
I saw flames rise | for the rich man’s pyre,
And before his door he lay dead.

71. The lame rides a horse, | the handless is herdsman,
The deaf in battle is bold;
The blind man is better | than one that is burned,
No good can come of a corpse.

Gods knows I am not a politician, and my leadership has always been on the small unit scale, where loyalty, commitment, and success of mission was more important than appearance and dogma.  Perhaps it is different in the higher strata of power; because from down here among the actual people, it looks a lot like a leadership in both halves of North America that has little to no comprehension of who they serve, or what the honour that supposedly justifies their personal glory and power is supposed to look like.

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Fear Not: Viking Election Wisdom

Get ready for another bullshit macho Viking trope!  No really, I am full on going to feed you a whole bunch of them because they are utterly on topic this US election season.

Fear Not: I will tell you who will win this election

Tyr, great god of the Thing, the ruler of the peaceful assembly of the folk, the god who gave his sword arm to Fenris Wolf because he understood keeping his word and the frith of the hall was more important than power, has given me to know who will win your presidential election.

Binding of Fenris

Spoiler Alert.  If you don’t want to know, stop now.
Seriously, don’t look.
Odin warns that it is better to know not than know too much, will you read on?
Fine, on your own head be it.

Your next president will be…….the choice of your electoral college, by the traditions of your folk, supposedly acting on the expressed will of the people.  This president will rule not by the divine grace of any god, not with the Imperial Fiat of a dictator, but preside over one branch of government, with laws and budgets to be enacted and approved at the sufferance of the two elected houses of representatives, the Congress and Senate, who are directly elected by your citizens.

The dreaded SHE will not be coming for your guns.  You have those pesky houses that must first repeal the Second Amendment of your Constitution, which would allow citizens of Washington DC to be disarmed, but all States would have to pass controlling legislation to enable enforcement anywhere outside of Federal reserves.  Lets face it, the only people the President can disarm are the military, and that was done back in 1992 under George W Bush when the directive to restrict firearms to service personnel to those actively involved in law enforcement or area security.  It honestly wasn’t much of a change when it took effect under the new Clinton Administration as the military largely only issues weapons to personnel in war zones, or for training.

The dreaded HE will not be taking ever Latin looking person and sending them to chain gangs to build his wall against Mexico.  Again, you have that wonderful thing called a Constitution, a judiciary, two whole houses that can cut the legs out from under anyone’s grand schemes just by failing to pass the budget to pay for it.

For all of those who have said if (not mine) win then I will leave the USA!

Let me tell you a story, one of those Viking myth things that I promised.  This is the story of Thor’s fishing trip.  Now Thor made a bet, he loved to bet almost as much as he loved to fish, and he bet the greatest life taker in the nine worlds (which a non-fisherman could be excused in thinking was his Warhammer, but which any fisherman could tell you referred to his fishing hook) than he could land anything in the sea.
A giant took him up on this and they sailed out into the sea.  Thor baited his hook with a giant ox head and cast.  What took the bait was not a shark, nor whale, nor even a dragon, but the Midgard Serpent, a snake so broad it circled the whole earth in its coils.  Now when Thor and the Serpent finally face each other, both are going to die, so this put Thor in a bit of a pickle.  He could cut his line and run, being forsworn, or he could stay the course, hold hard to his line, trust in the ship, trust in himself, and stay the course.

Thor's Fishing Trip II.jpg

There were bumps along the way, the Serpent several times struck at him, and several times he punched its jaws, because no life is without issues, not here on earth anyway.  There was no way he could see that would not end in the ship breaking up and him drowning, or a mutual kill with the Serpent.
Thor has a lesson for us here.  He did not give in to fear.  Not the god of the prediction, not the good of omen readers or doom seekers, Thor is the god of shut the frack up and get back to work.  The god that teaches you to laugh when you fall down, and then get up.  To look at a crop flattened by a storm, and get out to the fields to save what you can.  Thor is the god that teaches you that your fears do not decide your fate if you stay your course.

In the end, the giant’s will broke before Thor’s and he released Thor from the bet.  Thor cut the serpent free, said goodbye to a wonderful never slipping fish hook and rowed back to port (the mast having suffered a serpent related mishap).

thors-fishing-trip

What in the nine worlds has that got to do with US Politics?

When the day dawns after the election your ship of state will be pulled by whatever you have caught on the electoral bait you cast.  To your left and right, not ideologically, or metaphorically, but actual left and right are YOUR FELLOW AMERICANS.  You are all on this ship together.  Thor did not draw his hammer against the serpent, but his fist.  This was not a war, but a dispute about a fishing voyage.  Should your He or She beast rise from the depths and strike at your cherished freedoms you will use the legistlative fists your forefathers left you with.  The courts, the Congress, the Senate, your States Legislatures.  You will NOT use your guns.  The only people who have ever won a civil war are arms manufacturers and pimps; everyone else loses.

I am glad this election winds to an end. I can’t wait until you people take off your Trump and Hillary buttons, because so much effort has been put into turning you against each other, and it has born such poisoned and prolific fruit that another month and I fear you would settle this election with the bullet not the ballot.

When the time comes to take down your election signs, a sacred day will be almost upon us.

On November the 8th, hie thee to the polls and cast your vote for whichever candidate you feel is best, not out of fear of the dreaded other, but as a citizens duty to choose who best to hold executive authority in the land of your fathers, safeguarding the future of your children.
On November the 9th take down your signs and take down the barriers between you and your fellow citizens, and you do it right bloody quick boyo, because in two days past that, the dead will be marching.

On November 11, in each town, at each cenotaph, the dead of every war your nation has fought, including one of the bloodiest civil wars in history, will gather.  They will gather to see how the sons and daughters of their people have spent the freedom their blood has bought.  They will gather to see the freedom and democracy that they gave the ultimate sacrifice for has been cherished and protected by those who lived the dream they died for.  How will you face the einherjar?  How will you face the spirits of the dead who died for your right to vote, to chose your leadership through the ballot not the bullet, to come together as one people in solemn thoughtful deliberation to decide the course of the folk?

Lest We Forget

I have the greatest respect for your nation.  I have served along side your troops and found them to be some of the finest folk I know, worthy cousins and southern neighbors.  I EXPECT to be impressed by how you remember your motto, E Pluribus Unum; out of the many, one.  I expect to see you understand that when you see the flag rise at catch the air that is the flag of one nation, one folk, one people.  Not two political parties, one nation.

Fear not.  Vote.  Respect your election.  Safeguard your rights through the system your forefathers left in place.  Make America great not because of who sits in the White house.  We burned it down once, and that didn’t touch the American soul, because America does not sit in the White house, or the Senate, but in your houses.  Make America great by being one nation that respects many voices can still make one people.

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