Tribalism: The Confessions of a Campbellite from Carrollton

Tribalism.

Denominational Protestant Christianity; bible thumping ideology of the Church of Christ. Every good Campbellite knows that there are no other Christians, there are no other saved ones, there are no other saints, and there is no other spiritual kingdom; save for them that are members of the Church of Christ. Immersion, not sprinkling, for the remission of sins, and for no reason other. If baptized any other way, or for any other reason, then your baptism did not get you saved, it just got you wet!

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Of course, Muslims are more lost than Baptists and Methodists. But they are all lost nonetheless, unless they repent and are immersed into the Church of Christ.

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Be true to your school! Trojans before Lions, and Eagles before Vikings. Depending on what part of town you are from. The Battle of the Spike, Texas-OU weekend, and win one for the Gipper!! RAH! RAH!! RAH!!! Go home team, win, win, win!! Down with the vile visitors from the other side! Boo!! Hiss!!!

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All us kids from Carrollton knew this joke back in the day. Question: What does FBI stand for? Answer: FBI stands for a “Farmers Branch Idiot” Ha! Ha! Ha! The joke’s on you!!

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An observation while watching a movie at the Plaza Theatre back in the day. Question: Why are all the black kids and their families sitting in the balcony at the rear of the theatre? Answer: Because they are black, and their families know that they are supposed to sit in the balcony at the back of the theatre.

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Elephant or Donkey; of whose tribe are ye? Choose ye this day, but choose wisely; like me! It’s one or the other, Red State or Blue. Unless heaven forbid, say it ain’t so. You’re no Socialist are ye? O no no no!! Vote for the corporate puppet of your choice, it’s your constitutional right. Red State or Blue State; Elephant or Ass.

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Blue or Gray, North or South, Poor or Rich, Gay or normal, homosexual or homo sapien, lazy or ambitious, successful or failure, lost or saved, Texas or some other insignificant State, the USA or some other insignificant country.

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Choose ye this day whose god ye shall serve, whether the wrong god or mine, but choose ye you must!

Tribalism, confessions of a Campbellite from Carrollton.

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Bigots Babbling In A Bar

(NOTE: If you are offended by the content of this Poem; then please do not feel alone. I likewise am offended by the content of this Poem; and I wrote it myself. Dave)

A Commie around every corner,
A Terrorist upon every terrace.
The dark skinned and non-Christian,
You know man, they’re such a social menace.

The slaves that we imported,
They may cause an insurrection.
Preacherman says if you don’t pray,
You get tortured after the Resurrection.

Got to watch them Mexicans man,
They got this weird notion.
That this land is theirs,
It’s ours man, from ocean to ocean!

Got to watch them Indians man,
They got this weird notion.
That this land is theirs,
It’s ours man, from ocean to ocean!

It was us that did the work man,
It was we that developed Western Civilization.
It was Divine Providence man,
That made this here great nation!

It was we that brought the Blacks here,
To work and pick our Cotton.
Look away, look away man,
Old times there are not forgotten!

It was we that fought hard,
To kill them heathen Injuns!
It was we that Industrialized,
We made electricity and mechanical engines!

It was we that invaded foreign lands,
And overthrew foreign governments.
To make for ourselves a better life,
To live in high rises; instead of dusty old tents.

And it was we that brought Christ,
To those heathen dark skinned heathens.
Did I say heathens twice?
O well, at least now they can go to Heaven.

Yeah, we saved them dark skinned heathens,
Gave ‘em a land of opportunity.
Now them dark skinned heathens,
Can live like you and me!

And how do they thank us man?
I ask you if this ain’t ungrateful.
They owe us for their way of life,
They owe us for every plate full.

Now them dark skinned heathens,
And the Gays and the Liberals too.
They want to blame us for their hard times,
Yeah man, they blame me and you!

They whine, cry, and complain,
Bout poisoned water up in Flint.
And they moan and go on,
Bout killer Cops and dead bodies on the pavement.

We got to watch out man,
Trust in our President to protect us from all harm.
Cause they’re all out to get us man,
Stay alert and stay armed.

It ain’t gonna be easy man,
To make America great again.
But it’s the folk who think like you and me,
Who will protect our women and our kids.

A Commie around every corner,
A Terrorist upon every terrace.
The dark skinned and non-Christian,
You know man, they’re such a social menace.

The Threat of Hate to We North Americans

The recent murder of several Muslims who were peacefully assembled in a Canadian Mosque, and the similar mass murder a few years ago by Dylan Roof of African American Christians who were peacefully assembled in a church here in the USA, are each indicative of the danger of hate crimes committed by North American white extremist terrorists.

White extremist terrorism is an issue which we North Americans simply must take seriously and address swiftly, for these are times of white extremist xenophobic hate, and there is no indication that the trend of such will dissipate any time soon.

If anything, white xenophobic hate is being stirred up and incited in a social climate of strategic Islamophobia, racism, bigotry, and homophobia by those who are feeding the fears of white supremacist Christofascism by addressing fantasy terrorism while ignoring and minimizing factual terrorism.

The threat of ongoing extremist White xenophobic terrorism is too real to be ignored and denied, and the impact and social implications of such are too horrific to be taken lightly.

While good and peaceful family people who are fleeing war torn regions are being detained and deported, and while decent families are being torn apart by knee jerk Fascist policies; extremist White xenophobic terrorist activity remains a very real and practical threat for all North Americans who lead peaceful lives and who worship in peaceful assemblies.

We cannot deport hate.
Nor can we North Americans afford to deny its horrific implications.

Corporate Bullies and The American Way

Bribery and Brutality,
‘Tis the American Way.
Corporate bullies and their strong armed Law;
Have always ruled the Day.

Railroad executives made the decisions,
The Military executed their will.
Our First Americans to this day,
Are imprisoned and occupied still.

Rockefeller paid the National Guard,
To suppress Colorado miners on strike.
After Rockefeller’s paid goons,
Had murdered Strikers children, and their wives.

When starving WWI Veterans,
Came to DC to demand their Bonus Pay.
Macarthur and Eisenhower lead the military operation,
Attacking WWI Vets and their families that day.

Blue clad bullies with bullets and badges,
And armed with Fire hose might.
Have water tortured peaceful demonstrators,
Who dared sit for equal rights.

College students who demonstrated,
Against an illegal and immoral war.
Were murdered by National Guardsmen,
The dead count tallied four.

Don’t you dare organize!
Don’t you dare stand up for what’s right!
Don’t you dare become a dissident!
Don’t you dare stand up and fight!

‘Cause Bribery and Brutality,
‘Tis the American Way.
Corporate bullies and their strong armed Law;
Have always ruled the Day.

Children have been burned to death,
War Veterans attacked by the Military,
Students have been murdered,
Because people dared to be contrary.

Against a system of oppression,
Against systemic tyranny,
Against an evil empire,
Against an oppressive plutocracy.

From Ludlow to Kent State,
From Wounded Knee to Standing Rock.
Plutocratic servile bullies,
Arrive and go off half cocked.

So don’t you dare organize!
Don’t you dare stand up for what’s right!
Don’t you dare become a dissident!
Don’t you dare stand up and fight!

‘Cause Bribery and Brutality,
‘Tis the American Way.
Corporate bullies and their strong armed Law;
Have always ruled the Day.

And the beat down goes on………

Dave Henderson
Denison, Texas
November 25, 2016

(Dedicated to the brave Veterans who have committed to self deploy to Standing Rock in early December in order to stand with and protect our nation’s brave Water Protectors who have come under siege and vicious attack by Corporate bullies and their strong arm of the Law.

Veterans such as these understand the concept of standing up for the good by standing up against the evil.

I respectfully salute such brave men and women. DH)

My Southern Sentiments and My Personal Conclusion Regarding The Confederate Flag

June 28, 2015

Two nights ago I watched the complete Eulogy which President Obama delivered in the memory of one of the nine victims of last week’s terrorist attack in Charleston; the good Reverend Clementa Pinckney.

Now, I have heard many sermons, speeches, and eulogies in my life, but I am not sure that I have ever heard a more moving and effective Eulogy than that delivered in the memory of the good Reverend, when President Obama spoke on his behalf Friday afternoon in Charleston. President Obama not only eloquently eulogized Reverend Pinckney himself; but he likewise spoke on behalf of the other 8 victims of the terrorist attack, and in the process he quite passionately represented an entire race of people who were actually the overall intended victim of a terrorist plot hatched in the mind of one who was raised to hate, and who then acted accordingly. (That is the scariest aspect of hatred. The only thing which distinguishes the murderer from the hater is that the murderer acts in accord with the hate. That is a scary and a sobering thought. Or so it seems to me.)

As my wife and I watched the President’s speech unfold; we periodically wiped tears from our eyes as our Nation’s leader proceeded to lay out before the entire nation; a case based upon the pain of being the victim of systematic social terrorism. And a clearly emotionally charged and inner afflicted President Obama soberly challenged us to think our way past the hatred and hostility of our era, in search of peace and harmony. The lump in my throat that night seemed a constant reminder of the obstacles that our President so clearly cited, and the challenge which he put before us all to overcome and conquer those obstacles which seem to so constantly beset us has laid heavily on my mind ever since.

Now, among the topics which our President so eloquently addressed in Reverend Pinckney’s eulogy, was that of the Confederate Flag. And, under the circumstances, with good reason. For the climate of white supremacy and racial hatred which abounds all too ever present in my beloved Southland, did in fact influence the thinking of, and the subsequent actions of Reverend Pinckney’s murderer. Consequently, the good Reverend and eight other innocent victims were maliciously executed, and now a lot of innocent people mourn. And whether we white Southerners choose to acknowledge reality or not; the fact is that our Confederate Flag is in fact a symbol of white supremacy and racial hatred, and furthermore is in fact a rallying symbol for those who choose to think thusly, and finally and fore mostly such did in fact influence the shameless murder of nine innocent people in Charleston last week.

Have we white Southerners no shame? Can we not connect the dots of reality without forming a Confederate symbol in the process? Are we so obsessed with an antiquated symbol which inflicts pain and which incites hostility that we cannot honor our ancestors by merely living good and decent lives?

As I see the situation; we white Southerners can put our heads in the sand and tattoo the Confederate Flag on our butts in such a way as to exhibit our ignorance and our insensitivity for all the world to behold, or we can wake up and realize that the year is 2015, and Richmond is no longer the Capital.

Now please understand my perspective: I am a born and raised Texan of multi generational Southern roots, and am of an ancestral heritage which ties me directly to the Confederate States of America on both sides of my family. As such, I hate to even carry a Five Dollar Bill in my wallet, because when I see the image of Abraham Lincoln, I see the image of a man who is in my judgment beneath contempt. As far as I am concerned, Abraham Lincoln was a cruel and insensitive tyrant who should have been brought up on charges as a War Criminal for utilizing his role as President to endorse the inhumane oppression and systematic efforts of regional genocide of innocent Southern citizens; especially during the last year of the War (I have a similar opinion of George W Bush with regards to endorsing the torture of my fellow human beings during the Iraq War). Furthermore, I cringe every time Abraham Lincoln is given credit for freeing the slaves, since he did not free a single slave at any point in time. (The truth be told, the Emancipation Proclamation did not free a single slave, nor was it effected to that end. In fact, the Emancipation Proclamation actually AUTHORIZED the ongoing practice of slavery in the North and in specific regions of the South which were already under Northern control). And so it is my personal opinion, that if Abraham Lincoln had actually been the beacon of humanitarian concern that his image has come to represent in the history accounts, that he would have neither endorsed shameless and inhumane acts against innocent citizens of the South (which he did); and he would have freed the slaves under his jurisdiction (which he did not).

In addition to my low opinion of Mr. Lincoln as a person, my sympathies for my beloved Southland are as natural as anyone else’s love for their home and their heritage. Consequently, I have a hard time withholding further feelings of resentment for the free pass which has traditionally been given to the Northerners who were regularly involved in the slave trade, while my ancestors serve as the scapegoat for the national sin of human trafficking and institutionalized slavery. Thus, my shame for the crimes of my southern ancestors against humanity, is matched with my contempt for the Northern mariners who enabled the process and who profited handsomely by the transport and the sale of captured and maltreated African people. The fact is that slavery was a national sin; and was a shameful act of cruelty and insensitivity for which everyone actually involved should be forever known as shameful representatives of the human race.

Now all that said, I ask of my fellow white Southerners just how the displaying of the Confederate Flag in any way affects a change as to the injustices against the Southern people during the war, or how such in any way corrects the Northern biased misinformation and revisionist history regarding the same?

Will the displaying of the Confederate flag somehow enlighten the general public to the fact the Ulysses S Grant owned slaves until he was forced by law to free them (after the War); or to the fact that Robert E Lee was an Abolitionist who released the slaves that he received as an inheritance (before The Emancipation Proclamation)?

Will the displaying of the Confederate flag somehow spare our Southern women who were raped so routinely by General Hooker’s men that the very term “hooker” evolved from these heinous and barbaric war crimes which took place under his jurisdiction?

Or will the displaying of the Confederate flag somehow resurrect those countless Southern families who starved to death because their homes and all means of producing food were systematically destroyed by the likes of Sherman and Sheridan?

Speaking for myself, I have no problem thinking of the likes of Lincoln, Hooker, Sherman, and Sheridan as no good damned Yankees whose graves I would spit upon were it not for the fact that I have higher standards for my bodily fluids than the resting place of their long gone bodies.

However; I will be damned if I will justify being party to ongoing hostilities and hatred in the here and now, by displaying a symbol of such due to my contempt for the likes of Yankee war criminals who lived way back then.

Nor will I justify to myself the display of a symbol which, over the past 150 years has become a rallying cry for public torture, lynchings, church bombings, burnings and mass shootings; under the guise of honoring my ancestors by such a display.

And so I speak from the heart, as one Southern male to all my compatriot white Southerners, when I write these words:

The Confederate Flag has got to go!

We white Southerners simply must wake up to the reality, that whether we would have such to be the case or not, that over the course of the past 150 years the Confederate Flag has become the symbol of racism and hatred by those who have ignorantly claimed racial superiority, and yet who have conducted themselves in base and shameful ways as they have subjugated, tortured, and murdered African Americans, in their misguided efforts to cling to the antiquated myth of white supremacy.

Like it or not; perception is reality; and we cannot undo the history of the Jim Crow era ,of the beatings, of the torture, of the lynchings, and of the climate of hostility and hatred towards the black race in general and the black male specifically, which has been all too readily represented in our beloved Southland over the entire 20th Century, and even up to the present time. Surely anyone who is even vaguely socially aware must realize that the maltreatment of the black race by our Southern culture of assumed racial superiority has been an ongoing social ill, which unfortunately has been continuously represented by the symbol of the Confederate flag.

With these thoughts in mind, as a son of the South; as a descendent of several confederate veterans, but more importantly as a human being, I offer this heartfelt and passionate appeal to my fellow white Southerners:

Let us put aside that which unfortunately has become a symbol of hatred, bigotry, and racism; and let us so live as to sustain peace and harmony with all the family of humanity; instead of inciting hostility in the name of honoring our ancestry.

For the sake of humanity, and for the cause of social harmony:

The Confederate Flag has got to go.

And so I challenge my compatriot white Southerners: Choose ye this day how to honor your ancestors, but as for me, David Lee Henderson, a proud Son of the South; I will choose mine. For I choose to honor my fallen dead the best way I know how, and that is by simply being the best person that I know how to be on a daily basis, in the here and in the now; and by loving all people with no distinctions nor partiality, in the here and in the now, and by as far as is possible in me, to live peaceably with all my fellow members of the family of humanity, in the here and the now.

And for the life of me people; I simply do not see how I can do so, while at the same time displaying a symbol of ongoing hatred and hostility in the process.

The Confederate Flag simply has got to go.

And to quote another famous yet fictitious Southerner:

That’s all I got to say about that.

Dave Henderson
Denison, Texas

Why Do Atheists Debate The Topic of God

Today, I was challenged on a discussion board as to why we Atheists debate the topic of God, since we don’t believe in such. My response:

I can understand your perspective. There is a side of me that would just go on with my life and not ever address the topic. For those who do so, I tip my hat to them. But there are many reasons why I personally pursue the topic (I speak just for myself):

1. The concept of God has historically been a propaganda tool. I grew up learning about “Westward Expansion” and “Manifest Destiny'”; instead of being taught about imperialism, torture, enslavement, and genocide. To me, accurate history is important, hence a realistic perspective as to our national sins of the past 500 years will be helpful to hopefully guide us to a more humane way of life in the fortunately

2. In that regard, unfortunately, the concept of God is a contemporary political tool; both in our country and elsewhere. And when I say a political tool, I mean a tool which results in and which justifies inflicting suffering. So long as monotheism continues, then god might as well be alive to represent the nationalist zealots who support torture and killing in order to “protect their way of life’. If that “way of life” is perceived to be “God blessed”, then the concept of God is detrimental to peace, harmony, and good health.

3. People kill in the name of God. So long as the concept of God is unchecked, unaddressed, and unopposed, then people will go on killing in the name of their gods.

4. The concept of God is the justification for many racisms and bigotries. So long as there is homophobia and misogyny in the name of God, then the concept of God continues to play a role in subjugating minorities and justifying the denial of basic human rights to all.

Concl: The issue from my perspective regarding my personal quest to reason and dialogue regarding “god”; is not that which is not real (God); the issue is that which is all too real: Revisionist history, justified ongoing human atrocities in the way of war, murder, torture, homophobia, sexism, and many other such bigotries; IN THE NAME OF GODS.

So long as such continues, I personally feel morally obligated to to do what I can to reason against ignorance, and to attempt to be the best person I know how in the process.

Bullies With Badges and Guns

Bullies with badges and guns,
Are no officers of peace.
Too many bullies with badges and guns,
Are patrolling our nation’s streets.

Bad cops have got to go.
This my realization.
Bullies with badges and guns,
Are no good for our sovereign nation.

They who are the problem,
Are by no means the solution.
Bad cops got to go,
This my resolution.

Bullies with badges and guns,
Are no officers of peace.
Too many bullies with badges and guns,
Are patrolling our nation’s streets.

Life In The Crib

I was born in Fort Worth, Texas;
Back in 1961.
Open the book,
Another male born Henderson.

Hands were there to help me,
Tended to my basic needs.
My diapers, they were changed.
And someone David Lee did feed.

My first social experience,
If only now I knew their names.
No way to ever know,
But I am thankful just the same.

‘Cause they helped me through it all,
My first day of life I mean.
I could never have made it without them,
It’s like a foggy dream.

Don’t think I gave a moment’s thought,
As to the sexual orientation.
Of the one who gave me my bottle,
When my gut with hunger was aching.

Don’t think I gave a moment’s thought,
As to the color of the skin.
Of the arms that held me close,
When I had started cryin’.

But as I think on my first day of life,
And as on these things I reflect.
I wish I had the chance to thank them all,
For good deeds and care I do hate to neglect.

Yeah, and I wish I were back in my crib,
Where the color of a person’s skin.
Meant no more to me,
Than that of their sexual orientation.

Yeah, and I wish I were back in my crib,
Where a person’s sexual orientation.
Meant no more to me,
Than that of the color of their skin.

‘Cause such did not matter to me,
On that Spring day back in 1961.
Yeah, I was too damn ignorant to discriminate,
On that Spring day back in 1961.

Yeah such did not matter to me,
On that Spring day back in 1961.
‘Cause I was too damn ignorant to know to hate,
On that Spring day back in 1961.

Dave Henderson
Denison, Texas

Paranoia in a Double Standard

In the Summer of 2014,
Two Las Vegas cops were executed.
By two anti Government White Supremacists,
The story was soon thereafter muted.

In the Winter of 2014,
Two New York cops were killed by a disturbed black man.
The story went global.
There is still paranoia throughout the land.

I tell you the truth people.
It’s as plain as black and white.
There is a double standard among us,
I tell you folks: It just ain’t right.

Dave Henderson

On Suffering and Sewage

Spontaneous sensitivity to the suffering of another is a concept which is neither dependent upon teaching, conditioning, or indoctrination.

 

Experience is the teacher, and spontaneous is the experience.

 

Just as a person does not have to be taught to have an aversion to the smell of raw sewage, so likewise a person does not have to be taught to have an aversion to the suffering of another sentient being.

 

The aversion to such are natural experiences.

Once experienced, so learned.

 

In fact, the only way a person can become accustomed to the stench of raw sewage is to become desensitized to its effect.

 

In the same way, the only way a person can become accustomed to the suffering of another is to become desensitized to its effect.

 

I hope I never become so accustomed to the stench of raw sewage as to become desensitized to its repulsive odor.

 

Worse yet, I hope I never become so accustomed to the suffering of another that I become desensitized to the feelings of my fellow beings.

 

Poverty, Illness, Aging, Infant Mortality, Stress, Racism, Bigotry….

 

There are many ways people suffer.

 

And for a society to just accept such suffering as being normal and routine…..

 

Really stinks.

 

And THAT is a stench that I hope I never become desensitized to.