We have armed guards in banks, walking the streets, in federal buildings, riding the hiways, and virtually anywhere we have assetts we consider valuable.
But we have no armed guards watching over our most valued & loved possessions: our children. What are we thinking?
Oren Shemtov, CEO of Israel’s Academy of Security and Investigation advocated that American schools follow the lead of Israeli schools which have long battled terrorist attacks against their children.
“U.S. soldiers returning from overseas are well suited for school protection”, he said, and “instead of returning with nothing to do there’s a sea of work” as school guards.
“They’re the elite of the American people,” Shemtov said. “You have people obligated, morally and ethically to the state, to the flag – this is a soldier. It’s a person who went out to do this. All you have to do is give him the appropriate training to do this in the private sector….This is the best of the American people, like they’re the best of the Israeli people. They’re people who took it upon themselves to help others.”
Many Israeli schools have highly trained armed teacher response groups. Shemtov also noted that in virtually all attacks against school children the event ended when the attacker was first confronted by an armed adversary. “Why not end the episode much earlier?”, he asked.
Most Americans at this point in time look to the government (Federal, state or local) for security.
Also, most Americans lament the slow erosion of liberty over the last couple of decades.
I would argue that individual freedom vs security is a zero-sum game; that is, in order to gain additional security one must forgo a portion of their liberties. Or, to gain more liberty we must curtail activities of the government.
This is a bit simplistic, but I believe the basic idea holds true. So long as the various governments were small and their acknowledged duties were few, they provided a very low level of security for the individual.
Now, insecure folks are a pretty nervous bunch. But, Americans in the past have not spent a noticeable amount of time worrying about how safe they were at any particular point. Why this comfortable attitude? They were secure in their own ability to protect themselves, their family and community.
Americans have traditionally enjoyed a high of freedoms and security. Only since we have begun to entrust the state with our security have we been willing to give-up slices of our individual freedom.
So long as we are unwilling to trust in ourselves we will continue to subjugate ourselves to power hungry politicians.
I will create…
the song the minstrel never sang,
the love the lovers never found,
the battle the warrior never fought.
The adventure missed because
of a fear that could not
The beauty and sweet scent of an unopened rose lost
in early frost.
The Eurasian child not born because
her father feared
to venture afar.
The savage thrill of riding the wild stallion not mounted because
no one thought
he could be caught.
Come with me and…
We will climb the mountain not there;
We will explore the island not discovered;
We will love the Princess not born;
We will best the monster not created;
Because these things must be done.
These things will I do; they are possible when…
My mind knows no bounds
and my body need not follow;
Because…the beauty and adventure
exist forever within myself.
I love when the weather warms-up to screen door days. The bedroom window thrown wide-open to let the warm breeze flow across the bed. Slumber is hastened by Spring peepers filling the woods down by the creek preceeding the racous cacaphony of mating owls.
The soft sounds of summer birds calling through a late May midnight silence. Darkness erupts in the resounding sounds of tree frogs in June and are soon joined with the shrill rasping of the cicada.
Nights roaring in sounds race into fall when one evening only the chirping cricketts challenge the frosty early mornings. Nocturnal summer denizens find lonely echo’s in a flight of southbound geese sounding their way to warmer climes.
Cold silences the insect performers. A chill north breeze whispers a beautiful thrill in the tall pines and a hunting pack of coyotes splits the ambience. And then, comes time to close the doors against the bitter chill of winter.