December 9, 2016
I thought this would be interesting to my new readers. It was written in February 2016, before I fully supported Donald Trump for president. It was true, then – it’s exactly what happened. I take no credit for any of these things – for anything true or good, the credit goes to the Spirit of God (Ruach ha Khodesh) who I trust to lead me into truth.
Brer Republicans and the Trump Baby
It’s too bad political correctness has taken away so much of our culture. The short stories of Uncle Remus are an example of things that we’ve lost. Because the original tales – immortalized in the formerly acceptable Disney movie, “Song of the South” – were written in a thick “Southern black” dialect, these tales have been essentially erased from our national memory. What a shame! Uncle Remus was a wise figure; his stories revealed a great deal of truth. But – they are no longer an American touchstone. Very few of those in recent generations have ever heard of them.
I’m glad to have found some of the stories, retold, not by Uncle Remus, but in a mild Southern dialect by S. E. Schlosser. At least we can still enjoy these modern “Aesop’s Fables” this way.
One of my favorite stories is “Brer (short for “Brother”) Rabbit and the Tar Baby.” To set the stage: Brer Fox is constantly trying to out-smart Brer Rabbit so that he can eat him. But, try as he might, not unlike Wile E. Coyote and the Roadrunner, his plans usually backfire and always fail. In this story, Brer Fox makes a tar-baby and puts it in the middle of the road as a trap for Brer Rabbit. He knows Brer Rabbit is kind and friendly – when he saw the tar-baby, he would surely greet it. He then would touch it and, while trying to get free, get stuck to it more and more. Finally, when Brer Rabbit was completely stuck to the tar baby, Brer Fox would easily catch him for his next meal. You can read the story to see how Brer Rabbit – once again – out-smarts Brer Fox. The lesson is to fool your enemy into thinking what he’s going to do to hurt you will actually be a way of escape.
Now, the reason I’m bringing all this up is because it reminds me so much of the current political scene. Just like in the story, Brer “Mainstream Media” has made a tar-baby they want Brer “Republicans” to get stuck on: Donald Trump. Let’s suppose that Donald is actually not in on the scam (he may not be); he may really be sincere in running. But, whether he’s honest or not (and I have no evidence that he’s not), he is STILL being used as the tar-baby.
How so? Well, since he’s started, the media has pushed him as “the Republican candidate.” They’ve pushed all other stories out of the way – whatever he says is top of the news cycle. The media has allowed him – with their full knowledge – to suck up all the oxygen in the Republican campaign. Everything has been about this thing he said or that thing he said. The other Republicans found themselves constantly responding to what he just said. Meanwhile, the mainstream media fluttered like delicate Southern ladies, saying, “Mr. Trump. You mustn’t SAY those things!” -all the while recording them for later campaign commercials in the general election. They keep telling us how well he’s doing, letting him talk, hoping Brer Republicans wrap their arms around him and fall into the trap.
Here’s the scenario: Trump, supported by the “outraged” mainstream media, wins the Republican nomination. Once the other Republican candidates are safely out of the way, then they’ll strike – the most vicious, modern-media presidential campaign of all time! The Hollywood Left will have lots of statements to chose from to show how hateful Trump (that TYPICAL REPUBLICAN) is… He’ll be portrayed as the most evil man to run for President since – that rich MORMON, Mitt Romney! The Democrats and the mainstream media don’t win elections by intellectual debate and calm reason. They win them by smearing their opponents – destroying them as they ride to victory over their lifeless bodies.
So – my Republican friends – stay away from the tar-baby! They’re going to throw us – and our nation – under the bus, not into the briar patch!
You know what? We could do a briar patch thing, but it’s going to take all of our full concentration. All of you who really care about this nation and its survival: if we can’t all get behind somebody like Rand Paul or Carly Fiorina at the Convention and all stay behind them (the best plan), then let’s have them throw us into the briar patch: “OK, media – you want us to pick Trump? OK, we’re picking Trump!” And stand behind him when the storm comes – and it will come!
But even better: we need to pray, as a nation. We need to get before Abba Father and ask for forgiveness for turning away from Him as a people. Like Daniel, we need to make this personal – WE have sinned! WE deserve nothing but judgment. If we really repent and turn back to Him, we will see His blessing instead of the coming judgment.
But time is short! Don’t put your faith in ANY human being – put your faith in the Creator! Put your faith in the Son, Jesus, the Messiah of Nazareth, fully human, but also fully God! Trust in Him with your own life… then you can trust Him with our nation’s survival.
Brer Rabbit and the Tar Baby
A Georgia Folktale
Well now, that rascal Brer Fox hated Brer Rabbit on account of he was always cutting capers and bossing everyone around. So Brer Fox decided to capture and kill Brer Rabbit if it was the last thing he ever did! He thought and he thought until he came up with a plan. He would make a tar baby! Brer Fox went and got some tar and he mixed it with some turpentine and he sculpted it into the figure of a cute little baby. Then he stuck a hat on the Tar Baby and sat her in the middle of the road.
Brer Fox hid himself in the bushes near the road and he waited and waited for Brer Rabbit to come along. At long last, he heard someone whistling and chuckling to himself, and he knew that Brer Rabbit was coming up over the hill. As he reached the top, Brer Rabbit spotted the cute little Tar Baby. Brer Rabbit was surprised. He stopped and stared at this strange creature. He had never seen anything like it before!
“Good Morning,” said Brer Rabbit, doffing his hat. “Nice weather we’re having.”
The Tar Baby said nothing. Brer Fox laid low and grinned an evil grin.
Brer Rabbit tried again. “And how are you feeling this fine day?”
The Tar Baby, she said nothing. Brer Fox grinned an evil grin and lay low in the bushes.
Brer Rabbit frowned. This strange creature was not very polite. It was beginning to make him mad.
“Ahem!” said Brer Rabbit loudly, wondering if the Tar Baby were deaf. “I said ‘HOW ARE YOU THIS MORNING?”
The Tar Baby said nothing. Brer Fox curled up into a ball to hide his laugher. His plan was working perfectly!
“Are you deaf or just rude?” demanded Brer Rabbit, losing his temper. “I can’t stand folks that are stuck up! You take off that hat and say ‘Howdy-do’ or I’m going to give you such a lickin’!”
The Tar Baby just sat in the middle of the road looking as cute as a button and saying nothing at all. Brer Fox rolled over and over under the bushes, fit to bust because he didn’t dare laugh out loud.
“I’ll learn ya!” Brer Rabbit yelled. He took a swing at the cute little Tar Baby and his paw got stuck in the tar.
“Lemme go or I’ll hit you again,” shouted Brer Rabbit. The Tar Baby, she said nothing.
“Fine! Be that way,” said Brer Rabbit, swinging at the Tar Baby with his free paw. Now both his paws were stuck in the tar, and Brer Fox danced with glee behind the bushes.
“I’m gonna kick the stuffin’ out of you,” Brer Rabbit said and pounced on the Tar Baby with both feet. They sank deep into the Tar Baby. Brer Rabbit was so furious he head-butted the cute little creature until he was completely covered with tar and unable to move.
Brer Fox leapt out of the bushes and strolled over to Brer Rabbit. “Well, well, what have we here?” he asked, grinning an evil grin.
Brer Rabbit gulped. He was stuck fast. He did some fast thinking while Brer Fox rolled about on the road, laughing himself sick over Brer Rabbit’s dilemma.
“I’ve got you this time, Brer Rabbit,” said Brer Fox, jumping up and shaking off the dust. “You’ve sassed me for the very last time. Now I wonder what I should do with you?”
Brer Rabbit’s eyes got very large. “Oh please Brer Fox, whatever you do, please don’t throw me into the briar patch.”
“Maybe I should roast you over a fire and eat you,” mused Brer Fox. “No, that’s too much trouble. Maybe I’ll hang you instead.”
“Roast me! Hang me! Do whatever you please,” said Brer Rabbit. “Only please, Brer Fox, please don’t throw me into the briar patch.”
“If I’m going to hang you, I’ll need some string,” said Brer Fox. “And I don’t have any string handy. But the stream’s not far away, so maybe I’ll drown you instead.”
“Drown me! Roast me! Hang me! Do whatever you please,” said Brer Rabbit. “Only please, Brer Fox, please don’t throw me into the briar patch.”
“The briar patch, eh?” said Brer Fox. “What a wonderful idea! You’ll be torn into little pieces!”
Grabbing up the tar-covered rabbit, Brer Fox swung him around and around and then flung him head over heels into the briar patch. Brer Rabbit let out such a scream as he fell that all of Brer Fox’s fur stood straight up. Brer Rabbit fell into the briar bushes with a crash and a mighty thump. Then there was silence.
Brer Fox cocked one ear toward the briar patch, listening for whimpers of pain. But he heard nothing. Brer Fox cocked the other ear toward the briar patch, listening for Brer Rabbit’s death rattle. He heard nothing.
Then Brer Fox heard someone calling his name. He turned around and looked up the hill. Brer Rabbit was sitting on a log combing the tar out of his fur with a wood chip and looking smug.
“I was bred and born in the briar patch, Brer Fox,” he called. “Born and bred in the briar patch.”
And Brer Rabbit skipped away as merry as a cricket while Brer Fox ground his teeth in rage and went home.