Get it Right: Whining to the Feds

America is racing toward bankruptcy, with debts beyond any ability to repay. The debt clock stands near 17 trillion, with future combined federal liabilities (social security, prescriptions drugs, Medicare, ect.) at 126 trillion, an incomprehensible sum. Yet we still beg for federal funds. Why? The government has no money. To feed its gluttony, it borrows every cent it gives and vastly more. Why do we add to it, boarding a rapidly sinking ship, only to sink it further?

Conservatives routinely bewail the entitlement mentality. Lest we forget, cities, counties and states can embrace entitlement as well. Under our Constitution, the federal government has only 26 responsibilities: twenty for Congress and six to the president. Funding non-federal projects, such as Alpine's $750,000 flood mitigation project, is not among the 26 duties, yet that request graces the desk of federal bureaucrats.
It's not that the project is not necessary or good; it's just not a federal matter, and making it so embraces entitlement. If the project is necessary, it should be locally funded with citizen support, strong priorities, and a paring knife aimed at current expenditures.
America, under our original Constitution, became great through independence. As a basic system, anything non-essential fell to private enterprise. Anything essential for the community was funded there; ditto for the county, double ditto for the state. Each state was an independent laboratory; a sovereign body with the duty to care for its own. Beyond what all states needed, such as a national navy, unified postal system, uniform bankruptcy laws and patents, a universal monetary system, the states were the boss. There was no whining to the feds.
Things have changed! Now we "run home to papa" -- the federal government. But papa is broke; he has no money. His life savings are gone, he's in hock to the bank for a whole lot more than he owns and the banks have threatened to shut him down. Yet we still run to papa for funds. As an example, students go to him for loans -- almost half, 45 percent, of Utah graduates owe the Feds over $17,000 at graduation, with $1 trillion owed nationally. Their grandparents bought houses for that amount two generations ago. It is not one of the 26 federal duties to loan money to students. In a tight job market, can they repay, or will we excuse the debts as a down payment into Entitlement Villa?
How about if we leave Papa and support ourselves? Personal responsibility is the basis of a constitutional republic. Without it; with papa paying the bills, we cannot be a constitutional republic; we must be a socialist nation, where people, businesses, and governments need nursery care. The more money we take from the feds, the more they can dictate to us. You pay your bills, you make the decisions; someone else pays, he tells you what to do. Freedom versus control; it's a simple equation. Entitlement saps our strength, convinces us that we are helpless, and we become slaves. With our subscription to civic entitlement, we reap a culture of slavery.

Do we want freedom, or do we not? This is not a cake-and-eat-it-too deal, either we care for ourselves, or we let the federal government do it. Which? If freedom is our goal, personal and civic responsibility bid us abandon our place in line at the federal feeding trough, even for pet projects.
Probably all of us have partaken of the entitlement feast, though perhaps not knowingly or willingly. It has become a way of life, but it exacts an indelible toll. Federal money is habit forming. Like street drugs, it sucks your resolve, crushes your future, and makes you dependent.
What do we want? It's our decision: freedom, with its responsibility and self-sacrifice, or ever-growing social and economic slavery? We should actively make the decision, however, not continue to bellyache about entitlement while we practice it. Hypocrisy is not good for the soul.

The Power of Prayer - Do we still Need It?

Prayer stops the French Invasion of America in 1746.

Miracles attended the founding of America, beginning well before the signing of the Declaration of Independence. One such miracle involves the intended attack of the Eastern seaboard by the French.

In 1746 French Duke d’Anville sailed for New England with the largest naval force ever to set sail for the New World prior to the American Revolution—70 ships with more than 10,000 troops aboard. This effort was the fourth and final French attempt to regain territory in Nova Scotia. Duke d’Anville also had orders to destroy the American seacoast from Boston to Georgia.

The massive French fleet of King Louis XV, with its square-rigged sailing vessels bristling with guns, was rapidly approaching across the Atlantic, nearing Boston’s doorstep. The entire community of Boston was in turmoil as it prepared for the invasion. Governor Shirley of Massachusetts proclaimed a fast day to pray for deliverance. The men of Boston—old, young and in between—gathered at Boston Common, 6000 strong with their weapons, for the upcoming attack. John Adams, future Founding Father and president of the United States, was 10 years old at the time.

On a clear, calm morning, the worried citizens of Boston had walked to church in pleasant sunshine to hear the words of their pastor. From the pulpit of Old South Church, The Reverend Thomas Prince addressed God as he prayed before his congregation. Standing at the church pulpit, Reverend Prince implored, “Deliver us from our enemy! Send Thy tempest, Lord, upon the waters to the eastward! Raise Thy right hand. Scatter the ships of our tormentors and drive them hence. Sink their proud frigates beneath the power of Thy winds!”

He had scarcely pronounced the words when the sunshine gave way to skies darkened with roiling clouds, leaving the church in shadows. A sudden wind sprang up from nowhere, shrieking so loudly that the great church bell broke free and began to ring “a wild an uneven sound…though no man was in the steeple”.

The Reverend Thomas Paine, with both arms outstretched to heaven, paused in his prayer, “We hear Thy voice, O Lord! We hear it! Thy breath is upon the waters of the eastward, even upon the deep. The bell tolls for the death of our enemies!” He momentarily bowed his head, and looking up, with tears streaming down his face, he prayed, “Thine be the glory, Lord. Amen and amen!”

The storm came as a raging hurricane that scattered and sank the entire French fleet. Two thousand troops were dead, including d’Anville. The second in command, Vice Admiral Cornelle, seeing the utter disgrace of the affair, threw himself upon his sword.

The French attack never came to the shores of New England.

A week later other vessels entering Boston brought the rest of the story. The French fleet was nearly lost and all who survived the storm suffered from a pestilential fever. The few remaining ships, half manned, were limping southward. There would be no French invasion of America.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow immortalized the battle in the Ballad of the French Fleet:

Admiral d’Anville had sworn by cross and crown,

To ravage with fire and steel our helpless Boston Town…

From mouth to  mouth spread tidings of dismay,

I stood in the Old South saying humbly, “Let us pray!”…

Like a potter’s vessel broke, the great ships of the line,

Were carried away as smoke or sank in the brine.