Dear America,

"Without carbon dioxide in the atmosphere, there would be no organic molecules synthesized by plants. The less carbon dioxide there is in the atmosphere, the fewer organic molecules synthesized by plants. All animals depend on plants to synthesize essential organic molecules. Without the organic molecules synthesized by plants, the animal world could not exist. Without plants, there would be no biosphere. Several million years ago, a disaster struck the terrestrial biosphere: there was a drastic reduction in the percentage of CO2 in the atmosphere. The flowering plants evolved to be most efficient when the percentage of CO2 in the atmosphere was about 1,000 parts per million. But the percentage had dropped to a mere 200 parts per million. Plants tried to adapt by evolving a new, more efficient way of using the little remaining CO2."

We adapt to our surroundings.

Plants do it.

Birds do it.

Even fish and people do it.

It's all part of the master plan, designed by the grace of God, and has been the M.O. of life here on planet Earth for centuries...no, to use the terminology of Al Gore, for millions and millions of years, only this time it is actually true.

The excerpt in quotations above came from:
In Praise of CO2: 'Earth is the Greenest its been in Decades, Perhaps in Centuries'

Written by Marc Morano
http://scienceandpublicpolicy.org/blog_watch/co2_praise.html

...it came with about ten other articles just like it in my G mail this morning via the handsome and ever so diligent patriot papa of mine xx

A motherload of reading material -- including links to the infamous emails out of the CRU of East Anglia -- if you venture through the Science and Public Policy domain, preferably starting with their blog page @ http://sppiblog.org/ , you will find your mouth watering over an overwhelming amount of tasty little tidbits detailing opposition to the rather suspect aroma coming out of Copenhagen.

All it is, really, is food for thought -- something that isn't on the mainstream menu of offerings -- nothing to be afraid of.  Sometimes trying something new can be a bit scary; it's not what everybody else is eating...it looks funny, smells different, and just by name alone, makes the mind take a step back and go ew.  Sometimes it calls for you to be a wee bit more adventurous to step out of the normal epicurean boundaries; while other times, we have no choice -- it's all that remains back in the kitchen.

While the plant world is gasping for air, being force-fed another lesson on evolution in order to survive, this era of political correctness and the science of global warming brings a whole new understanding to the meaning of plant food.  After perusing the halls of Science and Policy, makes me want to run out and get a bag of Miracle Grow® right now; my poor babies on the deck are out there, making do, without so much as a decent dose of CO2 to feed their weary souls.

And if nothing else, I will be talking to them now more than ever --  there's always that.

We left off on Friday whispering in your children's ears with a sweet nothing or an endearing something; blessing them on their way off to school at the very start of their day -- a day out there, in the real world, without you.

As most of you know, occasionally G likes to catch Joel Olsteen on Sunday Mornings - - and in a world where there are no accidents, yesterday's message was all about "Speaking the Blessing"!   And exactly that, he showered us with a message of life, faith and victory -- that Divine Providence endures, prevails and ultimately triumphs in our world when we speak in ways that lift us up and provide nourishment and strength to our young, to the downtrodden, to the weary, to a nation hungering for something more.

Remembering back to the day the unemployment figures for November were announced, I stopped then, as I do today, recollecting the tone and words chosen, the slight drop was "unexpected". 

Unexpected?  really?  Is that the mindset we are going to choose?

Given we -- correction, they (the Fed) -- spent $787 Billion on a STIMULUS Plan, don't you think it would come along with a side order of EXPECTATION?

The skies opened up again with another storm front passing through over the weekend;  for me, rain feels like a blessing every time.  But I gotta share my girl's latest rendition of our baby BooBoo's world when confronted with having to go outside on a rainy day -- she says in her squeaky and quirky BooBoo voice "I don't like tinkling in the rain, mama, makes me feel like the world is tinkling on me." Out of the mouths of babes, the both of them; her interpretation of a moment according to a dog's world made me laugh. 

Attitude is everything, isn't it.

After World War II, we had no trouble as a country -- filling up with great expectation -- the nation rebuilding into the industrious, economic, free enterprise giant that soon became renowned throughout the world.  Our spirit, our faith, our love of country was everywhere and often.  Similar to the days dating back to The Revolutionary War and even The Civil War, we the people united in a common cause, a cause that was greater than our own, and from which we grew stronger as a nation for it.

The thing is, as a nation, history proves we have been pretty good with "speaking the blessing".

When we speak with victory as our cornerstone, we grow smarter, stronger, leaner, meaner and rise to the occasion with great expectation. Whether we are on the side of God or if God is on our side, our belief system and government was constructed to be so intertwined with our faith --  so full of life and victory and blessings -- there was never room for any doubt. 

Nothing of value fell to the level of "unexpected" -- that is just not how we were made -- that kind of thought is simply not in us.

But today, it's like we are living in a new age of diminishing America's greatness; and if we aren't careful, this pandering to the lowest common denominator may ruin us.

It used to be when we went into war -- we spoke with winning words, bringing down the enemy and bringing home the troops in victory.  When we went to market -- we handpicked words that enlivened the spirit of competition, sparked innovation, allowing every person the pursuit of a piece of the American pie.  When we went to school -- we debated, we challenged thought, we taught the importance of all opinions, all experience, all scientific discovery and had at our fingertips a library illuminating a world of literature, the real and the make believe, to reinforce it.

Everything inspired us. Nothing discouraged us.  We walked our talk and talked our walk -- and all blessings that sprung forth were not only expected, but were affirmed by our words...Thy Kingdom Come, Thy Will Be Done to name a few. Going down in defeat just didn't stand a chance, ever.

As Americans, we are born and raised to speak the blessing naturally and without cause for regret, worry or concern --  words of prosperity and all that is good and right and sound is supposed to slip off our tongue effortlessly and seamlessly from one to another; as if we live in perpetual victory -- like fields of little flowers we stand tall with our face to the sun -- vibrant, united and proud.

Today, as we sit uncomfortable and country-challenged, it requires us to be even more diligent, more in tune, to what words we choose.  In as much as G finds it difficult to embrace the ideology and methods pouring out of Washington these days, as an American, trusting in our inherent ability to evolve and make the best of things goes without saying.  This too shall pass and we shall rise and be all the better for it, right?

There are scientists who believe we are suffocating the environment with not enough good clean CO2 for our plants to breathe; oh sure, they'll adapt, but wouldn't it be nice to look at the big picture, not just the snapshot through the lens of an inconvenient bias, and come to making changes intelligently, with sound business practice, and with good reason -- stand tall and keep your face to the sun.

There are preachers who believe America's best days are here, and stand so forward thinking they look beyond the sun,  reminding us of the one, true Source and Everlasting Light -- whispering a message of hope and faith in our ear -- stand tall and keep your face to the sun.

There are fathers and mothers speaking the blessing from life experiences and lessons of the ages -- all we have to do is stop and give a listen -- stand tall and keep your face to the sun.

Our discussions of the last week have been all about what gains our attention, what words we choose, and went so far as to dare to question where we are being led; as parents and as true patriots, our vigilance must always be on guard.

How do we remain steadfast in living a life of great expectation and all the while mindful of what we may be losing along the way?  Are we making a better America or is she getting caught up in the redistribution and reinvention of a global agenda -- leveling America off with the rest of the world?

Is that what we get for creating a world, in attitude and invention,  living the American dream -- a dream generations of immigrants flocked to this land to find -- and ultimately pass on to their children with great pride and thanksgiving?

Is that the kind of unexpected gratitude we gain from the United Nations -- for being there all along the way, doing whatever it takes, whether we could afford it or not, standing as the beacon of hope, leading and never following --  now being reduced to some kind of evil Imperialistic giant, being force-fed to evolve into a new global economy at the loss of our own?

Don't we have a law against that?


and as a mom,
what do our babies get out of that?

Make it a Good Day, G

oh my little babies...
 shhhh, stand tall and keep your face to the sun.