Nanny State

As some of you know, my former political site ‘TheNinnyState.com’ has merged with NannyState.com. I will be working with others to help make Nanny State the best source of information about both obscure and well known manifestations of the Nanny State. Information (and mockery! :) ) is the first step to fighting back. Please check out the short blurb below, and consider liking us on Facebook!

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America, the land of opportunity, the last best hope of human freedom. People traveled to her wide open spaces to create economic opportunity for themselves, escape religious persecution, and live a life they couldn’t possibly have imagined living in their homelands, a life of freedom and opportunity. From sea to shining sea they tamed what once was harsh, unforgiving wilderness, blazed trails across dangerous land, planted stakes in the ground that symbolized that most precious of commodities, land they could call their own.

There they built cabins, then towns, then cities, then skyscrapers. There they created the most liberty-based government known to man, a government that encouraged, nay required rugged individuals, acting in their own self-interest, to work hard in order to prosper, so that their communities would prosper in kind.

Sadly, as with all good things, it was not to last forever.

You see, human government has a history of running in cycles. Like the rise of the Roman Republic and the birth of America hundreds of years later, new forms of self-government are often born from man’s yearning for freedom. After that initial birth, a golden age follows, with dramatic increases in inventions and prosperity. The golden age may last a couple hundred years, but it inevitably ends. People begin to grow complacent and, generation by generation, more and more decadent, lazy, content. Instead of traditional self-reliance, they want someone to take care of them. Instead of freedom, they want security.

They want a Nanny State, and, unfortunately, there have always been those who enjoy making a comfortable living giving it to them. Today’s Nannies want to control every aspect of our lives, and far too many are willing to let them. Law by law, regulation by regulation, we are incrementally losing the freedoms that once made America great, the self-reliance that inspired the greatest inventors and captains of industry mankind has ever seen to take the world to places it has never gone before.

The Nanny State is the opposite of that freedom. It is dependence. It is decadence. It is slavery. And it’s not just America – it is worldwide. The Nanny State crushes individuals, stifles entrepreneurship, and creates a culture where people falsely believe the government is able to protect them from anything that could possibly go wrong.

We must break the cycle! We must resist, and the first step in resistance is making the public aware. That is why we started NannyState.com. We want to shine the spotlight on the Nannys at every level of government. We want report their silly, inane, juvenile rules, to mock them for the world to see. We live in a Nanny State, but it doesn’t have to be!

In the meantime…

We report the rules – YOU obey!

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The Incredible Power of Motherhood

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The book of I Samuel tells how a Godly woman, Hannah, played an essential role not only in the upbringing and dedication to the Lord of one of God’s greatest prophets, Samuel, but even in his very existence. While the latter fact might seem obvious (what mother doesn’t have a role in her child’s existence?!), God heard the pleading prayers of a woman suffering from the pain of a closed womb, and chose to bless her with Samuel and four other children.

Jochebed saved her infant son’s life by disobeying the rulers of her day, setting him adrift in the Nile so he would be found by Pharaoh’s daughter. ‘Volunteering’ to nurse and raise the boy for her, Jochebed was able to not only guarantee safety for Moses, but a position of power and influence as well, all the while raising him for the Lord. As a result, her son helped free an entire nation from slavery.

Mary, mother of Jesus, endured the humiliation of a pre-marital pregnancy to bring the Savior of the world from her womb, then protected Him at all costs, even at one point fleeing to Egypt to escape King Herod’s murderous intent. She loved and nurtured Him while He grew, mourned him when He died, and worshipped Him when he rose again.

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From the dawn of time, mothers have played a crucial role in the development of every single one of us. They keep us safe in their wombs. They protect and nurture us when we are small. They help guide us along the path of life as we mature, and give us unconditional love and support throughout our lives. Since we are all somebody’s child, for better or for worse, mothers have always critically shaped their cultures. Indeed, though society historically (until very recently) has been called a ‘man’s world,’ that terms is a gross mischaracterization. Men may do the heavy lifting, but it is and has always been the women who truly wield the hammers that forge civilizations.

While everyone should certainly be equal under the law, as they are under Christ, today’s culture tells women that success lies in whatever outside career path they have chosen. In seeking ‘equality’ with man, far too many have neglected the far more important roles God gave them, preferring instead the vacant mirage of ‘career success.’ Instead of permanently shaping our society for the better by prayerfully and purposefully raising obedient, healthy, strong and independent children, we let daycares and nannies do it instead, picking up a bag of fast food for dinner on the way home.

Please do not misunderstand – The spirit of this post is not meant to judge. To be sure, not every career woman is a bad mother, and not every mother who is able to spend more time with her kids is a good one! Sometimes family decisions are made out of economic necessity, a sad fact which is fodder for an entirely different (and lengthy) post. But, given the horrible state of today’s kids, the rampant disobedience, pampering, disrespect, and overall arrested development, it is clear that we have a generation of children who are hurting.

The watchmen have left the wall. The women have left their hearths. The State is raising an entire generation of children who not only won’t know who the Founders of this nation are and what they did, but why freedom, real freedom, is important at all.  When they are old, I shudder to imagine the dark places they will take our civilization.

I’m not saying every mother should quit her job. What I am saying is that mothers should make every effort, within the parameters of their situation, to reclaim their God-given role, to step back up on the lofty podium from which they have been summarily ejected. The most important thing that you will ever do, more important than starting that business, more important than winning that case, more important than that next promotion, more important than anything else you do in your life, is nurturing, raising, teaching, encouraging, and inspiring your children. How well you do that could very well mean the fate of our world.

“Strength and honour are her clothing; and she shall rejoice in time to come. She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of kindness. She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness. Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her. Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all. Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the LORD, she shall be praised.”  -Proverbs 31: 25-30

Achieving Household Harmony (in sports!)

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Certainly, these days, sports are a higher priority to many than they should be. The ‘bread and circuses’ that so kept the Romans ambivalent and even acquiescent to tyranny are just as alive today as they were then. The same guys who look at you funny when you make the mistake of using words like ‘devaluation,’ ‘debt crisis,’ ‘sequester,’ ‘quantitative easing,’ and ‘Federal Reserve’ could probably rattle off what team won the last 10 Super Bowls and BCS Championships, as well as how far along their college team is in recruiting that coveted in-state 4-star linebacker.

There’s nothing wrong with knowing and keeping up with those things, of course, but some people should be told – hey, there’s a real world all around us filled with real issues that, if they don’t affect you personally now, certainly will before it’s all over! All that said, sports, properly balanced, can play a fun and fulfilling role in our lives. They teach us sportsmanship, fellowship, teamwork, fitness, discipline, and so much more. They allow us to act out our primal instincts of ‘us vs them’ without actually sharpening a spear and killing somebody who lives ‘way yonder’ so we can steal their food, burn their houses down, and take their women and children as slaves. I, like you, would certainly prefer the occasional mattress-burning redneck to all that carnage.

There’s a lot that goes into what sports teams we like – geography, life experiences, familial preferences, exposure, friends, and even our own personalities. I grew up not liking sports a whole lot at all (I was more of a chess kind of guy, minus the pocket protector…), but gradually, over time and under the influence of my father and my friends, by the time I was in the latter years of high school I came to become a pretty passionate Tennessee Volunteer fan.

Then I had a son, a son who I assumed would, through the process of osmosis (apparently), become a Tennessee Volunteer fan too. But, like many of the plans of mere men, mine went horribly wrong. Much to my chagrin, through the seedy influences of some of the more shady members of our church (you know who you are), my son became convinced at the age of six that he was a Virginia Tech fan.

(Those who live in this area will understand, but to those of you who do not, VA Tech is 2-3 hours to the north of here, and UT is 2 hours to the west. It’s not uncommon to find fans and apparel supporting both schools all over the place. While many support both local schools, many more, however, only like one and despise the other. This, IMO, is how it should be. Amen.)

And so, two years ago, I was ‘stuck’ (no offense, buddy) with a VA Tech fan for a son. We like to kid each other in our family, and Nathaniel, knowing full well that I didn’t approve, loved to give me a hard time about it. That was cool. I could take it. We even bought him some VA Tech shirts to wear, but the sight of him wearing maroon was almost more than I could bear.

Nathaniel sitting with the people who converted him to Virginia Tech

Nathaniel sitting with the people who converted him to Virginia Tech

My wife and I decided not to encourage it, but not to suppress it either. Sure, I briefly considered banning anything maroon and certainly anything with any sort of ‘Hokie’ on it (what on earth is a ‘hokie’ anyway?? No, don’t tell me – I don’t care) from the premises of our house, but I felt like this wasn’t an obedience issue (there’s that balance thing), and besides, I had a plan. :)

For two long years my boy wore the maroon and burnt orange. For two long years my boy had himself convinced that he was a fan of the ‘Hokies’ of Virginia Tech. For two long years I lived in tyranny under my own roof. It didn’t help that, during those years, Tennessee had an inept coach who managed to constantly snatch defeat from the jaws of victory. After another Tennessee loss, my pint-sized pal was sure to remind me how bad they were and how Virginia Tech would have beaten them and Alabama or whatever other team they played. Never mind that VA Tech had just lost to some soft ACC team themselves that week – that doesn’t compute to a 6-year old who just wants to give his dad a hard time. And give me a hard time he did, until I decided to do something about it.

My good friend (and fellow UT fan), you see, has a son Nathaniel’s age. They love to play together, so when we decided to take our sons to Neyland Stadium for the UT vs Missouri game this past November, my then eight-year old VA Tech fan son was hardly inclined to refuse. I’ll never forget the look on his face when he saw 100,000 orange-clad screaming fans that crisp Autumn day.

It was a good, fun game to watch too, right up to the end. And even despite the fact that Dooley tossed that one away too, as per usual, my boy got to see a competitive, ball-moving UT team, thousands of passionate fans, awesome traditions like the team ‘running through the T,’ and, basically, what being a college football fan is all about. On the ride back, that evening, and even the next day, I didn’t push the issue. I just watched him and waited…

On Black Friday after Thanksgiving I took advantage of a special UT sale and acquired cheap tickets for the four of us to two basketball games – vs Mississippi State and the last home game vs Missouri. Nathaniel was pretty quick to be excited about making those trips with his friend, given how much fun we had at the one before. The MS State game found UT a heavy favorite, and Nathaniel found himself easily enraptured by the boisterous crowd and jolly atmosphere of this relatively easy win.

After that, he started wandering in while UT games were on TV, checking the score, asking how they were doing, staying longer and longer. It wasn’t long before he would ask me when the next game was on and if he could watch it with me. If it was too late, he would ask me the score the next day.

When the time came for the Missouri game, UT was coming off a pretty good roll after a 30 point thrashing of Kentucky and a big win against top 10 Florida. The excitement was palpable, and Nathaniel felt it as much as any of us. In fact, when UT would score a basket I sometimes had to calm him down because he was screaming so loud. I think it was this game that made him a real fan.

The next day, I saw Nathaniel looking at me quizzically. I asked him what was up, and he said, “You tricked me, Dad.”

I smiled, not yet knowing what he was talking about but knowing he was going to tease me somehow. “How so,” I asked.

“You got me to like Tennessee!”

“Oh, you like Tennessee?” I asked, with a big grin on my face.

“Yes, I do, and I’m not sure how you did it but I know you must have tricked me.”

I tried to explain that it wasn’t a trick, that there were a lot of factors, things that go much deeper than we think, that make someone a fan of a particular team. Sure, sports aren’t important in the long run, but they do have a lot to offer as long as they kept are in perspective, and being a fan of the same team as your Dad could, in actuality, be a pretty cool thing.

A few weeks later his mother asked him to sort through his T-shirts and pick out the ones that were too small or he didn’t like anymore. When he came across the VA Tech shirts he had and tossed them in the sale bin, I don’t think I could have been any more proud.

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Our pint-sized theologian

no matter how many times you ask, the answer never changes - you STILL have to eat your veggies!

no matter how many times you ask, the answer never changes – you STILL have to eat your veggies!

Despite our best efforts to eradicate those tendencies toward pickiness our children seem to manifest from time to time, sometimes it’s just plain HARD to get them to eat their food! Although as they get older they do get better at this, our four year-old, Hannah, is especially challenging when she encounters something she just doesn’t want to eat. So, eating dinner the other night, it was no surprise when we had to coax, prod, beg, and threaten her with a lifetime of hanging by her toenails just to make her eat the carrots that seemed to linger on her plate well after the dishes were done and the rest of the family was off and about our nightly routines. But, FINALLY, against all odds, we were able to get those stubborn carrots off her plate and into her finicky little belly.

Or so we thought…

The next morning, Kim spotted two carrots on the floor beside her seat. She called Hannah into the room and asked her about them. Our four year-old insistently and quite passionately (for a four year-old) denied they were hers, insisting that she would never (at least purposely) toss her food onto the floor like that.

Kim, not believing her, went into the typical Christian parental mantra about the fact that, no matter what we may do, even by ourselves with nooooobody looking, GOD always sees, GOD always knows, GOD always judges the affairs of man with absolute, perfect justice. No matter if people seem to get away with their sin, they really, in light of eternity, never do.

On and on she went. It was quite a speech, actually, with a little of Milton, maybe a touch of John Bunyan mixed with the Gospel of John and a bit of Romans for good measure – worthy of something Jonathan Edwards probably would have used to leave his flock clinging to the pews for fear of sliding straight into hell. (Kim’s a Christian school teacher AND a mother of four, so coming up with a good lecture has never been a problem for her!)

Hannah listened with trembling trepidation. Just as Kim was sure she was about to tearfully confess not just the carrot malfeasance, but all the rest of her sins, and beg forgiveness from God and all men, Hannah looked up at her with those wide, doe eyes and asked in a slow, calculating voice…

“God knows… but, will He tell?”

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Our April post for A Biblical Marriage is about being a friend to your husband… written by a husband! How about that? :)

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