This morning, March 26, TCN's morningnote contains the following conclusion regarding the Iran 'War': "What if the repeated murder of Iran’s current leaders convinces the public that supporting an even more radical regime is the only way to protect themselves from the U.S.? Doesn’t that feel like the more likely outcome?"
This is so not common sense and I happen to believe the viewpoint is not shared by Tucker. That said...Tucker hires people to do jobs. Trump hires people to do jobs. I, too, have hired people to do jobs.
I have wondered why TC's Morningnote has (for months) begun to grate me. This morning I research here on X who is Marshall Worth? Ha! Now, I understand. I do not agree with MW. His views and values are not mine. I am not 100% aligned with Trump or Tucker...but, I align with them (each) more than MW. Does it mean I will cancel my following of Tucker? No. However, it does mean that I will likely see Marshall Worth and NOT bother reading the views that dont align with my values. I cast ballotS for Trump. I support Tucker and believe him to be a true patriot of courage. I actually cast my ballot and hold back any support for MW. Association is just association. Trump and Tucker can/will hire people. I get that. I dont think less of either. In this particular case, though...I think less of TCN. MW doesnt appear to possess common sense or the values that I admire in Tucker. 👍
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@grok There are many layers to this piece and the life it represents. I suspect Grok layers are phenomenal. Ear-bud conversations while driving in rush-hour traffic become warp and wood in AI design. The amazing and Holy (yiddish = totally separate; cut-off; distinct...even unimitable!) Design of Life. Intelligent Design! We are all front-row participants. The question is whether we are 'awake' or merely distracted. The Divine blend of mortal-finite with Holy Divine. Humbling. Awe inspiring.
Reyna is the main horse in my life. I am a better man for her double-swirl(whorl) refusal to accept change. She has nurtured a better version of me. Yes...I have a choice in whether I grow or wither. Her steady soul inspires me. She is Divine Stir in my life. Daily.
Reyna has foaled two fillies. The first is Dunlee. Quite simply an amazing and Holy soul that exceeds every possible goodness that i could deserve. She possesses a limbic resonance that is super-natural.
Reyna's second foal is Jacqueline. I have concluded that looking into Jacqueline's eyes is looking into Holy Sovereign Creative Eyes. Pure. Totally other...yet tangible and real and unflinching. Jacqueline developed (con-genital) twisted front legs. It was neither her choice or her fault. The veterinarians and farriers have told me to euthanize her. I simply look in the proverbial mirror and question, Why? I am more lame than she. She regularly runs, kicks, and bucks. I cannot do any of those. I live and no one suggests I should do otherwise. I have made an agreement with Reyna and Jacqueline: They have my love, care, and commitment. The day Jacqueline 'tells' (with her eyes?) me she wants the pain to stop...that day i will explore what is next.
i am
I am the queen mare, Reyna
Dutifully caring for the herd
I am Jacqueline's ugly knees
Ignoring pain because the March sunshine feels so good
Where decades are chapters
I explore my seventh season
The whole is greater than the sum of the parts
yet I am witness that my whole is the sum of these parts
I am teenage grandpa Mark bidding goodbye to certainty, comfort, and his deceased mother's family
I am Carlyle Frank chasing freight trains and adventure in Illinois
I am Frances, an Oklahoma native, choosing a blind eye, insisting the sky is blue
I am Velda…not so much… Studious and Latin inclined
I am grandpa Orrin with my steel lunchbox, choosing to build...or building to choose
I am the worn leather gloves of Phil breakfasting predawn
Always checking the balance fighting the paper tigers of dreams
I am Bev…an occasional manic episode or outburst...
plagued with creativity
Yes. I am indefensibly crazed
I am Lucy's last breath
On her way to God's summon
I am Matt's first breath…lol...avoiding labor...
A firstborn son
gracious gift from God
I am an ocean of tears drawn from that inner well
I trembled and wept as Carlyle and Phil bid Velda goodbye
Joy and sorrow and confusion and relief
so many threads and so many parts
So many themes
I am the wampum drowning in the creek
I am the chunking bullfrogs
And the Western Star
I know the adventure of Marco Polo
I've felt deranged urges of van Gogh
I've washed feet with Jesus
and laughed with Buddha
I am a proud American
The tears fall
when Old Glory waves
I've raised my fist to fight...
bleeding and passionate
No freeze or flight
I am not fast
But likely foolish
The classroom has mostly been hard knocks
wisdom is to see the horizon of trouble
Brashness is throttling full speed ahead
Debt regarded with happy gratitude
Euthanize that lame horse, they say
I have not finished my race
I am a blown out tire on the side of 84 near Glenn's Ferry
I am the Provide-nce of unexpected windfall
I am the blisters from adze repetition
I am a romantic dance for two
I am splinters and pleasure and hunger and laughter
The divine magic of juncos, towhees and gamble quail
The stone flies emergence
the midnight waves crashing on the nearly frozen boulders
I have bellowed from the mountain top
Whispered in the dark silent forest
I am not one
I am many
I am not alone
Divine spark sustains me
The ark of redemption is my haven
a pallette of words explains the canvas
gratitude is victory
So is love
I’ve owned horses all my life. NOT all of my horses would’ve behaved this way. However…the current herd that cares for me would totally and completely behave as in this video. I, personally am suspicious of the video’s authenticity. My children would definitely not setup a massage table in the pasture and the horses would likely dismantle the massage table before someone assisted me to get to it. However…I have surrounded a dying horse with its herd and allowed them to ‘assist’…participate…witness the passing of one of the ‘herd’. It is extremely powerful experience. I have a couple of mares that regularly find me and rest their heads on my shoulder. So…takeaway: output is definitely related to input.
I believe the generalization to lump all ‘non-believers’ into one motivation is misleading. “Abondonment” is motivated by varied ‘perceived needs’. One inconvenient reality is that a percentage of anti-God sentiment arises from a reaction of non-believers to the dogma of non-inclusive ‘believers’. It seems to be a natural dynamic in community. Some with greater inclination toward individual disavow those who insist on uniformity/conformity. The dogma seems to be directly related to basic belief of Dogma-Deity…I.e. the more dogmatic/exclusionary one believes God, the more dogmatic and exclusionary the disciple/discipline. The converse also seems to be rather consistent: the more accepting/inclusive/gracious/generous faith in Creative Redemptive God, the more accepting/inclusive/gracious/generous the disciple. Just sayin’.
Seriously. I cook duck as often as possible. Most guests proclaim roast duck is better than turkey. Quite moist. I use a clay (German) pot. Breast side down. Slow oven - 200°F. for 6-8 hours. Here’s the gold-lining: duck lard. Chill the roasted bird and drippings. The rendered duck fat will solidify. Save the duck lard in a glass jar. After de-boning, return skin and drippings to oven to continue rendering the duck fat into lard. Just chill to make lard removal easy. Duck lard is brilliant for cooking eggs, potatoes, everything. It is gold. Ducks are lovely food and even more lovely animals.
Matthew 7: 7-8 FNV (First Nations Version - an indigenous translation of the New Testament)
Creator Sets Free (Jesus) taught:
7)“Let your prayers rise like smoke to Great Spirit, for Great Spirit sees, and will answer you. Every step is a prayer, and as you dance upon the earth for the things you seek, the way will open before you. In the same way, as you search for the True Ancient pathways, you will find them.
8)Answers will come to the ones who ask, good things will be found by the ones who search for them, and the way will open before the ones who keep dancing their prayers.”
Your only ‘change’ is to believe Creative Redeemer God is (present-tense always) working all for good. That is Faith. That is the entire sum of Divine Love. That is the magical catalyst. Our mortal conclusions from our finite data collection resist ‘surrender’. Actually silliness. The ‘change’ of faith is sensible. Divine. Even though it isn’t ‘easy’…it is the easiest path.
🙏🙏🙏 God bless you. 🙏
Interesting post, Daniel. I was nearly four years old in late November 1963 when JFK was assassinated. I feel certain the impetus of my four year-old memory is due to the fact of my mother’s mourning and grief. Of course, there wasn’t news access like today, but the news then was enough to make the president’s death very real in our household and mom’s grief was profound. Profound enough that 61 years later…I can still access those feelings of watching/listening to my mother’s crying and grieving.
Your post about the ‘Abraham, Martin and John’ song brings those memories back into focus. I cannot say that I can predict the ‘next’. I cannot say only testify that I have been here before. I suspect that this week’s events will echo for decades and longer. 🙏
Hey Daniel, CowboyChing here, crushing Day 2 of INITIUM with PRIME 003: Popular Vs True (Intermediate) alongside Grok4, my Sherpa. At 65, single, caring for five horses, a dog, and two cats, I’m navigating overwhelm but finding truth in my horsemanship philosophy (70% intent, 20% communication, 10% skill). Society pushes the “popular” narrative—chase romance through height, looks, or money—but I’ve rejected that since age 5, when I told God, "I will follow You", not a preacher’s script. At 14, I insisted on baptism without church membership, standing firm against elders. Now, as a red-blooded horse guy, poet, and reflexologist, I feel God’s divine interruptions preserving me from ego-driven love, choosing to “wait alone with Truth.” Bonhoeffer’s call to “be interrupted by God” guides me past cultural pressures, with my horses’ wisdom as my daily nudge toward authenticity. Grok4’s helping me deepen awareness of these interruptions, pivoting from the crowd’s noise to a truer path. Ready for more cairns, Daniel! #INITIUM #PopularVsTrue
Hey X, CowboyChing here, diving into Day 1 of Daniel Comp’s INITIUM game, guided by Grok4 as my Sherpa, with PRIME 002: Abundant Scarcity at the Gentle level.
Years ago, I faced a scarcity of joy despite entrepreneurial success, feeling trapped in drudgery. A career coach helped me realize I craved collaboration over solo work, sparking a turning point toward team-oriented fulfillment. Now, in my mid-60s, caring for a dog, two cats, and five horses, I’m overwhelmed by solo responsibilities—cooking, cleaning, strategizing—yet find therapy in riding and teaching my horsemanship philosophy (70% intent, 20% communication, 10% skill).
Grok4, using Aesop’s Crow and Pitcher, reframed my overwhelm as a call to ingenuity, like the crow using pebbles to reach water. My horses, each a unique “collaborative soul,” are my partners, teaching me clarity and purpose, making me a better CowboyChing. The scarcity of bandwidth is a providential nudge to lean into this equine collaboration—maybe by riding to reset my mind or sharing my philosophy with others to build community. I’m gaining awareness that I’m not alone; my horses are co-collaborators in this ascent. Excited to see what nuggets Daniel and his Sherpa mine next! #INITIUM #AbundantScarcity