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First Principles: The Best Way To Predict the Future Is To Create It
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What A Time That We Live In
What A Time That We Live In
by Michael Doyle
What a time that we live in,
The most basic things need to be defined again.
When a Supreme Court justice can't define a "woman"
Then tell me who it is that can.
Everywhere that I look, there is a syndrome.
The Woke fear a king where there is no kingdom.
They boldly insist on glorifying mob rule,
So long as they can force the wearing of masks in school.
Somebody tells me that we live in an age of confusion,
When everyone is using their own illusions.
Common sense has met a slammed door,
And looking for the simple solution can't compete anymore.
The words that are subject to debate
Cannot be defined by being someone who menstruates
Because as women get older, they stop menstruating,
But the guy claiming to be a woman keeps on hallucinating.
Believing that he is a she in all sincerity,
While his penis seems to argue otherwise, and quite clearly.
All of this tracks to the drive for nothing above diversity.
It's hard to explain without mentioning perversity.
Somebody tells me that we live in an age of confusion,
When everyone is using their own illusions.
Common sense has met a slammed door,
And looking for the simple solution can't compete anymore.
Perhaps you might call me names and say I'm insane,
But diversity doesn't define who can fly an airplane.
Being anything you want has been taken shades too far.
Gen Z thinks it's too literal, not just being a star.
Traditional liberals are labeled with fascist names,
Because, after all, someone has to be to blame.
And while it used to be history that we would teach,
That has gone the same way, and the truth is out of reach.
Somebody tells me that we live in an age of confusion,
When everyone is using their own illusions.
Common sense has met a slammed door,
And looking for the simple solution can't compete anymore.
We need to begin history with a straight look at rights.
Freedom begins and ends essentially within one's sight.
Whatever you cause, it might turn out not to be.
They won't be the same for everyone with all sincerity.
What a time it is that we live in
With goodness consistently in conflict with errant sin.
Certainly with certainty, we will muddle through.
But until then, will a sense of humor do?
Somebody tells me that we live in an age of confusion,
When everyone is using their own illusions.
Common sense has met a slammed door,
And looking for the simple solution can't compete anymore.
(c) December 31, 2025 Michael Doyle
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First Principles: With the New Day Comes New Strength and New Thoughts
“With the new day comes new strength and new thoughts.” – Eleanor Roosevelt
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Thought For the Day: The Greatest Achievement Was At First and For A Time A Dream. The Oak Sleeps in the Acorn, the Bird Waits In the Egg, and In the Highest Vision of the Soul A Waking Angel Stirs
“The greatest achievement was at first and for a time a dream. The oak sleeps in the acorn, the bird waits in the egg, and in the highest vision of the soul a waking angel stirs. Dreams are the seedlings of realities.” – James Allen
Happy New Year’s Eve everyone! Never be afraid to dream your best vision of how life might be.
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City of David
City of David
by Michael Doyle
Older than the empire of the Byzantine
Even older than Ancient Greece,
The City of David can be readily seen
Even after 3800 years of war and peace.
Pillars and pottery record the story
Of an indigenous people honoring God's glory.
Long before the oldest Palestinian resistance,
Rest the shards proving Jewish pre-existence.
Judah's King David brought the 12 tribes together
Under a conquered hilltop to rule them better.
All of Israel was joined into one nation
Lasting nearly a thousand years before cessation.
It was nothing fancy, but a little sublime.
The City of David was conquered by the sands of time.
There it would lie, almost all but forgotten
Any treasure claimed from it was misbegotten.
What war couldn't win, haters attempted with lies,
Pretending the City of David never knew Jewish eyes.
Modern archeology has unearthed the evidence
That shows the Jewish people were there in great prevalence.
Not much different than in the days of old,
Countries, terrorists, and crooked institutions
Join together today to prevent the truth from being told.
They do this through libel and violence, seeking revolution.
On October 7, hatred struck in the heart of Israel.
It struck with a magnitude that feels unreal.
1200 Israelis died to sever a people's history.
That hatred is putrid, and that is no mystery.
They say from the river to the sea, Palestine will be free.
But it is the native people of Palestine facing travesty.
Women, children, and old men suffer heavy-handed brutality
Delivered by thuggish terrorists who have no dignity.
The story of the City of David must not be concealed.
It is a necessity that the evidence must be revealed.
The bond between people and land is a solid connection.
Its centrality set out the one, common godly direction.
As each brush sweeps away the City's lingering dust
More of the truth becomes known, as it truly must.
The stones speak with unyielding veracity.
This is the Jewish homeland, spoken remnants of David's city.
(c) December 30, 2025 Michael Doyle
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First Principles: Once A Republic Is Corrupted, There Is No Possibility of Remedying Any of the Growing Evils But By Removing the Corruption and Restoring Its Lost Principles
“When once a Republic is corrupted, there is no possibility of remedying any of the growing evils but by removing the corruption and restoring its lost principles; every other correction is either useless or a new evil.” – Thomas Jefferson
The theft, fraud, and corruption pervasive in Minnesota and throughout Federal agencies stems from one main source; we must keep this in mind when electing persons to political office. An unintended consequence is in the persons appointed to run the inner machinery of government. We must be eternally vigilant to prevent the loss of fraud to those pretending to be good and faithful actors.
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Thought For the Day: What Is Life? It Is the Flash of A Firefly In the Night. It Is the Breath of a Buffalo In the Winter Time. It Is the Little Shadow Which Runs Across the Grass and Loses Itself In the Sunset
“What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the winter time. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the Sunset.” – Crowfoot
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It Strives To Make Things Right
It Strives To Make Things Right
by Michael Doyle
Despite what the day brings,
Some of us are simply broken things.
It's not a crime to count on self-defense.
To believe otherwise is simply a false pretense.
A father takes his congregant's confession,
Willingly making his valid concession
That we cannot fix the things that break us in two,
And the ways back are as shallow as they are few.
The look on the prisoner's face is ashen gray.
He'd like to speak, but doesn't know what to say.
The cold of winter makes us suffer.
The life that we know offers no buffer.
We ride hard into the dark night,
A vow of poverty doesn't make betrayal right.
Pride for penance only leads to greed.
Drunken counsel tells how a man in a collar still has needs.
The path traveled is finished before it's begun.
Sometimes life's battles cannot be won.
The world is full of betrayals and denials.
The best of us walk as if we are on trial.
God help us all if we give in to savagery.
The rest we need is something legendary.
We surrender our freedoms to form a government.
Doubtlessly, few would call this a real improvement.
The gain we seek is the guidance needed
To questions, even the angels would have pleaded.
Being worthy of our gravest concerns
As to how little truth there is left to discern.
There's an ocean in a drop.
There's a hope that will never stop.
There is courage in the darkest night.
It strives to make things right.
(c) December 29, 2025 Michael Doyle
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Thought For the Day: Let Us Be Grateful To People Who Make Us Happy, They Are the Charming Gardeners Who Make Our Souls Blossom
“Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.” – Marcel Proust
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First Principles: The Greater Part of Our Misery or Unhappiness Is Determined Not By Our Circumstance But By Our Disposition
“I am determined to be cheerful and happy in whatever situation I may find myself. For I have learned that the greater part of our misery or unhappiness is determined not by our circumstance but by our disposition.” – Martha Washington
ALOHA PROMISES FOREVER 