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MIB and Politics.

In the innumerable list of things I do not understand, one that stands out currently is the preoccupation with the amount of money made in private sector and taxes paid on that money by persons running for political office. If the IRS is happy with the contributions the candidate is making and the FBI and CIA are not coordinating efforts to take them down to face criminal charges, why are the citizens of these United States so concerned? Isn't making/having money part of the American Dream? Isn't that why so many people play the lottery? Visit casinos? Don't we all rejoice and even brag a bit when our CPA reduces our tax liabilities legally? Frankly, I find it puzzling and inconsistent that so many are piling on the bandwagon and chanting for Mitt Romney to make public his tax returns. Why should he? Why is it an issue?

It's an issue because one of the other candidates, namely the democratic machinery that wants to re-elect President Obama, wants us to believe it is an issue. Rather than coming up with substantive reasons for being re-elected based on Mr Obama's merit, the machine is using the most effective tool they have. Social psychology. Let's whip the people into a mindless frenzy by playing on their emotions and psychological weaknesses. Lest you think me unfair, let me go on record now as saying it is a tactic employed by all desperate groups. President Obama didn't build it, he and his team are only employing it. They are playing our collective weakness to their advantage. Sadly, the unthinking throng with their emotions stirred will go right along with it until someone can expose their error in such a way it will make it more shameful to go along with the floe instead of reasoning things through. It's Men in Black politics, ladies and gentlemen.
"A person is smart. People are dumb, panicky dangerous animals and you know it." Agent Kay

What are we to do with the state of our citizenry? Pray for them. Educate them. Implore them to think rationally and stand by their convictions. I don't for a moment think that if everyone thought things through we would all come to the same conclusion on the best candidate for a political office. I only wish that folks could recognize manipulation and slight of hand maneuvers when they occur. I wish they would consider context and motives. Be brave enough to say "I am voting for this candidate because I agree with their position." Be courageous enough to say, "I don't care that you want me to dislike the other candidate because they are ugly and their mother dresses them funny" or "they aren't like me so I can't even consider their political positions."

Please, don't be taken in by the media hype and the political machines that are trying to herd you in and drive you. They are counting on your not stopping to think. They are counting on you joining the herd of others who are content to have their emotions stirred. And most of all, if you're a Christian, remember God is sovereign in all things. If the worst man or woman imaginable is elected to office it is because God placed them there.

Proverbs 21:1 The king's heart is a stream of water in the hand of the Lord;
he turns it wherever he will.

Daniel 2:20-22

20 Daniel answered and said:

“Blessed be the name of God forever and ever,
to whom belong wisdom and might.
21 He changes times and seasons;
he removes kings and sets up kings;
he gives wisdom to the wise
and knowledge to those who have understanding;
22 he reveals deep and hidden things;
he knows what is in the darkness,
and the light dwells with him.



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