Wednesday, September 25, 2013

The Pious Few: Coming to a head

Dear Mary,

Last night I made what might have been the biggest mistake in my time as a peacekeeper. Now, it didn't seem particularly awful at the time and I certainly could not have known how it would turn out, but I am in charge of this mission. See, we had run nearly to the end of our investigations on the headings and the oils, those happy and those not so much, when Zed recommended talking to some of the night element of the city. I reckoned that this could get us a little more information with out causing much trouble and gave home the nod. He took Winn with him.

I do not know exactly what took place, but just now I have been informed that we will not be able to stay in the inn any longer. Charlotte, who has taken might good care of us, feels here establishment would be in danger if we were to continue residence there. So today we leave with all of our possessions on our back. This will be the last letter written on a desk, I expect.

So, as best as I can tell the town believes that Zed and Red accosted and then robbed a farmhand. This is not the behavior I would normally expect of Zed in Bark River, but he has been a little sharp with the residence here in Weston. As for Wyatt, or Red, I don't know him that well. I deeply suspect that he caused what ever situation to happen, to happen. In either case, he certainly didn't step in if Zed was getting out of hand.

The town, though, is not going to care one bit if we have one offender or two, if we are from Bark River or Red. If they believe we, city folk as they see us, are hurting one of theirs they will certainly put us out.

Today will be the last day we get, but we don't have everything we need. I am not sure if I will have to seek asylum in the church just to stay around or if we have to take the Father we are investigating with us. I suspect we will have little progress without force and if we force these people I may never come home.

Mary, I should not have written that last line, I don't want you to be worried, but I couldn't stand it if you thought I ran off. I want nothing more than to be back with you, be back in our home.

We are getting ready to step outside and I see a small gathering of men. Pray for us.

Your loving husband,

Piermont.


Monday, September 16, 2013

Taxation with Representation


During the 1750's and 1760's British colonist, in the thirteen colonies began talk about and rebelling because of the idea of taxation without representation. Specifically, this came into play because the second point of their Bill of Rights, signed in 1689, said the people could not be taxed by the Royals, it had to come from the parliament, where they would be represented. Then with acts like the Sugar, Stamp and Tea acts they taxed the colonists, even though they had no voice in parliament. You could debate whether they were represented in parliament, or if that is exactly what that Bill of Rights meant, but the point the logic is a pretty good one. You shouldn't have your property taken and used if you have no say. Can you imagine if China or Libya got to choose how your personal money was spent? Basic, right?

For the record, the Native American population before the colonies got a kind of land taxation without their representation (just to be fair).

Anyway, this was so basic, so gut punching that it made appearances in speeches by Patrick Henry, writings by Thomas Payne and made one of the clauses in the Declaration if Independence. Jefferson wrote, "For imposing Taxes on us without our Consent: ". We are a nation formed, in part, by the idea that it is not right to extract money because you can.

It seems to me that across time, the power of this virtue has been somewhat lost. Because it may not be us who pay the price, or the truth is veiled or perhaps we just don't want to rock the boat, we don't feel the blows. I am thinking, perhaps we should.

The first principle I want to show you is a mathematical one. Not about the complete elimination of your representation, but watering it down to such a degree in some cases it would be meaningless. Remember the issue with taxation without representation is other people deciding what will be done with your property. Even with representation, people will decide what to do with you property, but the idea would be you collectively are hiring him or her to make decisions in your best interest. You hire him, because part of the way the system works is your money becomes their paycheck and their budget.

Now, if I am in a group of five people and we each pay our taxes and get our representative, then at worst three out of five of us are happy and likely, because we all have skin in the game, more than that. Now, pretend for a moment, one of us doesn't pay taxes. That means for more skin in the game, I get the same vote. What if two of them don't pay taxes? Now, my actual representation starts to get watered down by people who have no risk, who can use my money foolishly. They get free representation, while I am compelled to pay for it. Now pretend, if you will a candidate is put forward who makes part of his platform spending the taxed on the non-taxed, we will call it "redistribution of wealth" and pretend for a moment that more than half of the population like this idea. Then are the payers get represented? When consumers outnumber contributors, how can the contributors be fairly represented anymore?

Second, not all taxes are paid by us for the things we do today. We have have this thing, this very dangerous thing, called the national debt. On of the reasons this thing is so dangerous is it is a little like Frankenstein's monster. It was created because we could and it freed us up, but once it was alive it quickly got out of control. See a national debt lets a lawmaker do what they want to do, but not make their constituents pay. You don't have to raise taxes to fund that war, you just dump it into your debt. The debt gets too high, you just vote to raise the ceiling. What you are really doing is deferring that taxes, which will have to be paid. You are spending today so your kids can foot the bill, deal with the mess. They, as best as I can tell, can't be represented. Some of the ones who will have to be taxed haven't even been more, much less consulted about the use of their property or who would best represent them. They have less chance to be represented than the Lenape chief who watched the founding of Manhattan island. They are too young to too unborn to be outraged, but they certainly will be taxed without their consent.

I don't have solutions to these things that work 100% for this state we find ourselves in, but I have a philosophy I want my representative to adopt. No taxation without representation. This means everyone needs to have skin in the game, perhaps with a consumption rather than income tax, or a drastic reduction in federal programs, such that people can't take more than they give. Also, this means no taxing our children. This means real change in the way we operate. You want to have a war in Syria, put the price tag upfront, let the people pay for it before the operation begins. Let us by the products we want, not pay for the products you have selected for us at and unknown and uncapped price.




Thursday, September 12, 2013

Preparing to Speak

I sit in the office and notice how the glass covering the dark wood on the top of the desk has an interesting half reflect effect. You can only see this well at the edge, because there are Bible and papers, a laptop and candy jars covering the rest of the top. Across the desk from me is Pastor Jeff. He leans back in his chair with his hands behind his head, not in the casual way you might expect, but with the posture of someone who is stressed, but wants to look casual. We've been having a good conversation, part of it is about a much needed break he is about to take.

He suddenly leans forward and pulls a calendar from his desk drawer and tells me who is going to cover services while he is away. September 11th, he says, he hasn't asked anyone to teach yet. "Would you like to do it?"

It is hard to describe exactly the flood of emotions I feel when this question is asked. There is the immediate fear of preparation and presentation and normal human exposure warning, but long ago I began enjoying this effect, liking the adrenaline of that thought. So, that fear gets replace with excitement. Then there is the honor of being asked. He is trusting me with one of his most valuable commodities, the congregation God has given him. Then there is the thought of who that congregation in, the Pastor's and Greek scholars, the long experienced Christians and new Christians. The excitement and honor starts to be replaced with that feeling of fear, the weight of the responsibility. What could I possibly do, what if I mess it up, I'm responsible. Just the thought of it feels like posing, trying to do I task I am not equipped to do. I say, "Yeah, I can do that," and try to hide my concern.

My phone buzzes telling me a text has come in. I look down and just below the date, "Tuesday, September 10" is the green message bubble and a short note from Pastor Andrew, the music pastor. It has been three weeks, or so, since I told Jeff I would speak and Andrew now wants to know what it will be on. It shakes me. I know it is Romans chapter 12. I know it is going to be a spiritual health assessment, but I'm now reminded that it is tomorrow. I don't feel prepared. I'm not even sure of how many of the verses I will do. I know I'm start in verse 9 and I don't think I can go to 2, but where do I cut it off. I give him all the verses and tell him roughly what I will speak on, but my mind starts the race.

It is the night. I have eaten less and walked more because I am filled with nervous energy. As I approach the church I can see Jeff is in his office. His front door is closed, so I cut through the office to see if he is available to talk. He is. He looks different. I wouldn't say more relaxed, which is what I was expecting. I would say, more determined, convinced, I don't know exactly how to describe it. I ask about his time off and then it comes. He asks me if I mind if he is in there tonight. He wants to sit in while I speak.

This should not be any more pressure. It is no greater responsibility. It won't change anything. I wouldn't prepare any differently. On the other hand, this is a pastor who has be preaching for years and more importantly, he is my pastor. This is like cooking for a chef you greatly admire. Of course you say yes, which I did, but I will be hyper aware he is there. He can tell that my knob has been turned to 11 (if I'm permitted to reference Spinal Tap and church in a single post), so politely he says he can stay away. He wants me to do my best. I assure him I will be OK. It will be fine.

I take deep breaths and do a lot of praying until the song Andrew has selected to lead off with ends and I step behind the podium.

Thursday, September 5, 2013

Let's play a game, September 2013

1. Gilbert used her to carry 84 males and 24 females
2. Where subjects become citizens and the British get extra "t".
3. The fortnight hoaxer to a Dorset Alley broadsheet printer.
4. 40.42.29.74.0.44
5. प्रॉव्हिटन्स च्या नेत्र
6. What connects these things together?