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How Much of The "Greenhouse Effect" is Caused by Human Activity?

It is about 0.28%, if water vapor is taken into account-- about 5.53%, if not.

This point is so crucial to the debate over global warming that how water vapor is or isn't factored into an analysis of Earth's greenhouse gases makes the difference between describing a significant human contribution to the greenhouse effect, or a negligible one.

Water vapor constitutes Earth's most significant greenhouse gas, accounting for about 95% of Earth's greenhouse effect (4). Interestingly, many "facts and figures' regarding global warming completely ignore the powerful effects of water vapor in the greenhouse system, carelessly (perhaps, deliberately) overstating human impacts as much as 20-fold.

Water vapor is 99.999% of natural origin. Other atmospheric greenhouse gases, carbon dioxide (CO2), methane (CH4), nitrous oxide (N2O), and miscellaneous other gases (CFC's, etc.), are also mostly of natural origin (except for the latter, which is mostly anthropogenic).

Human activites contribute slightly to greenhouse gas concentrations through farming, manufacturing, power generation, and transportation. However, these emissions are so dwarfed in comparison to emissions from natural sources we can do nothing about, that even the most costly efforts to limit human emissions would have a very small-- perhaps undetectable-- effect on global climate.
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Great Westerns

Great Westerns

 "Western heroes are often local lawmen or enforcement officers, ranchers, army officers, cowboys, territorial marshals, or a skilled, fast-draw gunfighter. They are normally masculine persons of integrity and principle - courageous, moral, tough, solid and self-sufficient, maverick characters (often with trusty sidekicks), possessing an independent and honorable attitude (but often characterized as slow-talking). The Western hero could usually stand alone and face danger on his own, against the forces of lawlessness (outlaws or other antagonists), with an expert display of his physical skills (roping, gun-play, horse-handling, pioneering abilities, etc.)."
 
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An open Letter From Ben Stein to Our Troops.

An Open Letter from Ben Stein

02/02/2007

Dear Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen, Marines, National Guard, Reservists, in Iraq, in the Middle East theater, in Afghanistan, in the area near Afghanistan, in any base anywhere in the world, and your families:

Let me tell you about why you guys own about 90 percent of the backbone in the whole world right now and should be happy with yourselves and proud of whom you are.

It was a dazzlingly hot day here in Rancho Mirage today. I did small errands like going to the bank to pay my mortgage, finding a new bed at a price I can afford, practicing driving with my new 5 wood, paying bills for about two hours. I spoke for a long time to a woman who is going through a nasty child custody fight. I got e-mails from a woman who was fired today from her job for not paying attention. I read about multi-billion-dollar mergers in Europe, Asia, and the Mideast. I noticed how overweight I am, for the millionth time. In other words, I did a lot of nothing.

Like every other American who is not in the armed forces family, I basically just rearranged the deck chairs on the Titanic in my trivial, self-important, meaningless way.

Above all, I talked to a friend of more than forty-three years who told me he thought his life had no meaning because all he did was count his money. And, friends in the armed forces, this is the story of all of America today. We are doing nothing but treading water while you guys carry on the life or death struggle against worldwide militant Islamic terrorism. Our lives are about nothing: paying bills, going to humdrum jobs, waiting until we can go to sleep and then do it all again. Our most vivid issues are trivia compared with what you do every day, every minute, every second.

Oprah Winfrey talks a lot about “meaning” in life. For her, “meaning” is dieting and then having her photo on the cover of her magazine every single month (surely a new world record for egomania). This is not “meaning.”

Meaning is doing for others.

Meaning is risking your life for others.

Meaning is putting your bodies and families’ peace of mind on the line to defeat some of the most evil, sick killers the world has ever known.

Meaning is leaving the comfort of home to fight to make sure that there still will be a home for your family and for your nation and for free men and women everywhere.

Look, soldiers and Marines and sailors and airmen and Coast Guardsmen, there are six billion people in this world. The whole fate of this world turns on what you people, 1.4 million, more or less, do every day. The fate of mankind depends on what about 2/100 of one percent of the people in this world do every day and you are those people. And joining you is every policeman, fireman, and Emergency Medical Technician in the country, also holding back the tide of chaos.

Do you know how important you are? Do you know how indispensable you are? Do you know how humbly grateful any of us who has a head on his shoulders is to you? Do you know that if you never do another thing in your lives, you will always still be heroes? That we could live without Hollywood or Wall Street or the NFL, but we cannot live for a week without you?

We are on our knees to you and we bless and pray for you every moment.

And Oprah Winfrey, if she were a size two, would not have one millionth of your importance, and all of the Wall Street billionaires will never mean what the least of you do, and if Barry Bonds hits hundreds of home runs it would not mean as much as you going on one patrol or driving one truck to the Baghdad airport.

You are everything to us, as we go through our little days, and you are in the prayers of the nation and of every decent man and woman on the planet. That’s who you are and what you mean. I hope you know that.

Love,

Ben Stein
 
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And Right Made Might.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Right made might.

 

 

 

   

 

 


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The Cowboy Codes

The Cowboy Codes

This special area of this web site is dedicated to the youngsters of the 50's and early 60's who, with their parents and the Western heros that are the subject of this book, grew up with.  The Westerns of the 50's and early 60's contrary to popular belief, were not all about violence and gun play, but in fact, gave our children good role models and taught them right from wrong and the proper way to behave.  This is reflected in the following codes of these characters.

Hopalong Cassidy's
Creed for American Boys and Girls

The highest badge of honor a person can wear is honesty.  Be mindful at all times.

Your parents are the best friends you have.  Listen to them and obey their instructions.

If you want to be respected, you must respect others.  Show good manners in every way.

Only through hard work and study can you succeed.  Don't be lazy.

Your good deeds always come to light.  So don't boast or be a show off.

If you waste time or money today, you will regret it tomorrow.  Practice thrift in all ways.

Many animals are good and loyal companions.  Be friendly and kind to them.

A strong, healthy body is a precious gift.  Be neat and clean.

Our country's laws are made for your protection.  Observe them carefully.

Children in many foreign lands are less fortunate than you.  Be glad and proud you are an American

 The Lone Ranger Creed

       I believe that to have a friend, a man must be one.  That all men are created equal and that everyone has within himself the power to make this a better world.  That God put the firewood there, but that every man must gather and light it himself.  In being prepared physically, mentally, and morally to fight when necessary for that which is right.  That a man should make the most of what equipment he has.  That "this government, of the people, by the people, and for the people," shall live always.  That men should live by the rule of what is best for the greatest number.  That sooner or later...somewhere...somehow...we must settle with the world and make payment for what we have taken.  That all things change, but the truth, and the truth alone lives on forever.  I believe in my Creator, my country, my fellow man.

          The Lone Ranger            

Texas Rangers "Deputy Ranger" Oath

Be Alert
Be Obedient
Defend the Weak
Never Desert a Friend
Never Take Unfair Advantage
Be Neat
Be Truthful
Uphold Justice
Live Cleanly
Have Faith in God 
 
ROY ROGERS PRAYER

Lord, I reckon I'm not much just by myself,
I fail to do a lot of things I ought to do.
But Lord, when trails are steep and passes high,
Help me ride it straight the whole way through.

And when in the falling dusk I get that final call,
I do not care how many flowers they send,
Above all else, the happiest trail would be
For YOU to say to me, "Let's ride, My Friend"
AMEN

GENE AUTRY'S COWBOY CODE OF HONOR

A cowboy never takes unfair advantage - even of an enemy.

A cowboy never betrays a trust.  He never goes back on his word.

A cowboy always tells the truth.

A cowboy is kind and gentle to small children, old folks, and animals.

A cowboy is free from racial and religious intolerances.

A cowboy is always helpful when someone is in trouble.

A cowboy is always a good worker.

A cowboy respects womanhood, his parents and his nation's laws.

A cowboy is clean about his person in thought, word, and deed.

A cowboy is a Patriot.

WILD BILL HICKOK
 DEPUTY MARSHAL'S  CODE OF CONDUCT

1.  I will be brave, but never careless.
2.  I will obey my parents. They DO know best.
3.  I will be neat and clean at all times.
4.  I will be polite and courteous.
5.  I will protect the weak and help them.
6.  I will study hard.
7.  I will be kind to animals and care for them.
8.  I will respect my flag and my country.
9.  I will attend my place of worship regularly.

RAWHIDE'S TRAIL BOSS
WHAT IT MEANS TO WORK HARD AND BE IN CHARGE

THE "TRAIL BOSS" IS THE MAN IN CHARGE.  THE MAN WHO RIDES HERD
ON THE HANDS AS WELL AS THE CATTLE.   THE LEADER.  THE MAN WHOM
EXPERIENCE HAS TAUGHT.  THE MAN WHO HAD LEARNED FROM ANOTHER TRAIL BOSS.  THE MAN WHO SETS THE PACE.  THE MAN WHO GIVES THE ORDERS - AND MUST BE OBEYED.     THE MAN WHO HAS FULL  RESPONSIBILITY  FOR THE SAFE CONDUCT OF THE HERD ALL THE WAY.  THE MAN WHO KNOWS EVERYTHING ABOUT EVERYONE'S JOB.  THE MAN WHO LEADS FROM START TO FINISH.

THE DAISY MANUFACTURING COMPANY
"AMERICAN BOYS BILL OF RIGHTS" 
                

We, the boys of America, believe in these our Rights:

The Right to Liberty, hard won by our Forefathers.

The Right to Happiness that comes with the growth of a Healthy Body & Mind.

The Right to Training, thoughtfully planned by Parents, School, Church.

The Right to Opportunity, to live, learn, play and grow up in the time
Honored traditions of a Free People.              

The Right to learn to shoot safely.

We recognize and accept the Responsibility imposed by those Rights.

Until we are old enough to Vote, we expect YOU, our Fathers, Mothers, and
other citizens who elect America's city, county, state and federal officers.

To be Eternally vigilant, that our rights be not Abridged.

(With special thanks to the Daisy Manufacturing Company - one of America's
leaders in wonderful rifles, BB guns, toy guns and safe toys for boys....ASK
DAD, HE HAD A "DAISY"......)
Well, my friends, are you convinced that these wonderful cowboy stars and western heroes were our role models ?  our friends ?  partners with Mom and Dad in helping shape the characters and young minds to grow up to be good citizens ?  You bet!    Where are our role models today ?  Sadly, our role models have ridden off into the Sunset and the young people
of today reflect that huge loss and void.

Not convinced ?  Well, the so-called "child psychologists"  even thought Paladin, the "cultured gunfighter" was too violent. But if I can quote a line from Paladin, it will confirm that he was never in a hurry to draw his gun or shoot anyone when cooler heads prevailed:

I told a friend...I wear this gun for SURVIVAL......
As bad as you need killing, I'd prefer to live by that conviction.....

All these wonderful cowboy heroes, characters, Codes of Conduct and the real story of what the "wild west" and our cowboy heroes of the 1950's and 1960's was all about, are all found in my book.   A book that will make you want to go back and relive the good old days of our youth.  A book that you will want to share with your kids and grandkids.  May you always live by the Cowboy Codes......
                      
With my personal and eternal gratitude to the heroes of my childhood - Hoppy, The Lone Ranger, Gene Autry, Roy Rogers, Wild Bill Hickok, Paladin, they helped shape me into what I am today.
                                      
Rudy A. D'Angelo
The Author
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The Final Inspection: The Soldier Stood and Faced God

THE FINAL INSPECTION

The soldier stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.
"Step forward now, you soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?"

The soldier squared his shoulders and said,
"No, Lord, I guess I ain't.
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can't always be a saint.

I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.

But, I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep..
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills got just too steep.

And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God, forgive me,
I've wept many an unmanly tear.

I know I don't deserve a place,
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears.

If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand."

There was a silence all around the throne,
Where the saints had often trod.
As the soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.

"Step forward now, you soldier,
You've borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."

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The New American Hero

Shmuley Boteach
This article originally appeared on September 24th, 2001.


As someone who has spent much of his professional life immersed in the American popular culture, I have long been troubled by its pernicious effects on children. Rock stars and movie actors have become our kid’s heroes. My own young daughters, although raised in an orthodox home were their exposure to the culture is at a minimum, still tell me that when they grow up they want to be actresses.

Enter the horrible events of September 11, 2001. 

Sometimes, the greatest light emerges from the deepest darkness. And now, one of America’s most terminal ills is being healed by the tragic events of the World Trade Center disaster. America awoke to a different landscape on the morning of September 12. The tall man-made structures that once dominated the environs were no more. But far from Manhattan being desolate, in its place now stood the towering and giant figure of a new kind of hero. Carrying his dusty and soiled fire coat, dragging his weary bones back to the scene of the disaster, wiping the sweat from his blackened brow beneath his battered fire helmet, this brand new real-life hero dominated the New York skyline.

Just think how far we’ve come in two weeks. Prior to September 11th, the heroes of nearly all our children were the idols of the popular culture; the celebrity singers, the small-waisted starlets, the giant
NBA stars, the top fashion models. America was a society that loved the famous and lavished the rich. We devoured the gossip columns for each morsel of Russel Crowe’s latest conquest, and we stared fixated at HBO for Carrie Bradshaw’s latest installment. We worshiped the movie star, we adulated the rock star, and lionized the millionaire. These were the all-American heroes.

We closed our eyes and imagined ourselves as them. We were awed by their Cliffside houses and their tall bodyguards. We looked at our own everyday spouses, and felt the shame of ordinariness, and so often wished for a life that was more like the ones we watched on
Entertainment Tonight.
 
It did not matter how many divorces the average Hollywood movie star had been through, how many illegal drugs they might have abused, or how many abandoned children they may have sired. We followed these heroes in and out of rehab, in and out of custody battles, and in and out of lurid scandals. Throughout all this, our worship remained in tact, although we are always willing to welcome new inhabitants of the celebrity fishbowl. Demi Moore moved over to let Catherine Zeta Jones in, Kobe Bryant filled the shoes left by Michael Jordan.

But last week in America, all this changed. Amidst the rubble and the smoke emerged a hero not celebrated for their mimicry in front of a movie camera, or their shapeliness in a bikini, or their ability to throw a ball through a hoop. As we watched with sadness, shock and anger at the devastation caused by the brute terrorists, we began to admire men and women who are near the bottom of the earning ladder but at the pinnacle of the hero’s summit.

Our collective consciousness became focused on those who helped others: the firefighter, racked with grief but firm with resolve, the people of New York who had to be turned away from the blood banks when too many showed to give of their very life so that others might live. We sat riveted to our television sets in the hope that one of the rescuers would save someone from the rubble. In the midst of all this true heroism, the deeds of movie stars and athletes seemed so, well, ordinary. Who really cared if someone stepped out in a Versace dress, or if someone’s batting average improved over the last week?

Those were such minor accomplishments when compared with the heroism of those who were walking through the valley of the shadow of death so that they might bring a soul or two the land of the living. Miraculously, in the week following the WTC bombings, the gossip columnists curbed their columns- so transfixed were we as a nation on those that were actually doing something worthwhile, that we had no energy, or desire to focus on the shallow and trivial.
 
I have long been arguing that we need a return to the Biblical Hero, the man or woman who does not need to lead great armies across foreign countries, or sell 40 million albums, because he or she operates out of greatness, rather than insecurity. The Biblical hero, like Abraham, is famous for arguing with G-d to spare the inhabitants of Sodom and Gomorrah. The Biblical hero, like Moses, is celebrated for being ‘the most humble man who walked the earth.’ In short, the Biblical hero is the unsung hero, the everyday man or woman who quietly goes about life conferring dignity on all they encounter, and giving hope to all who seem forlorn. The Biblical hero is the fireman who lives in blue-collar neighborhoods in Long Island, and risks his life to save the investment banker who makes more in a year than he will make in a decade. The Biblical hero is the ambulance worker who rushed into the smoldering inferno of the World Trade Center when there was no television camera to capture the images for the evening news. The Biblical hero knows that there is a spark of the divine in him or her and in every human being, and acts to honor that spark.

In the past week, our children were finally given real heroes to emulate. We must hope that one of the lasting effects of this week’s events will be for our kids to take down the posters of Curt Cobain and replace them with Dan Walsh from Long Island, Fire Company 5, Ladder 4. And then, maybe, with our children having an
image of greatness before them, will they stand a fighting chance of becoming achieving feats of real heroism as great men and women.
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Democracy and the American Hero

Democracy and the American Hero

 

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Published by the Clairmont Institute, an essay by Thomas S. Engeman - Why The American "Frontier" Will Always Be Populated By Democratic, Christian Knights - deals with a historic theme within the American experience. The perspective of the hero within our culture has influenced more than the motion picture genre. The hero has long been considered a model for aspiration and conduct. How one defines such inclinations, shapes actions for admirable behavior and forms a popular cultural view of human possibilities.

Those attitudes vary over time, but the essence of a universal human nature remains constant. Conflicts arise as society searches for purpose and meaning. Engeman cites a prominent historian Richard Slotnick: "Liberals, following in the footsteps of Hobbes and Kant, believe the celebration of the hero in popular culture encourages actual violence in the nation's homes and streets, while fostering our incessant foreign military adventures. Moreover, in the liberal view, action movies disguise the dirty roots of actual social and political conflict, while teaching fascist opinions: racism, sexism, blind obedience to authority, and the superiority of force to the rule of law".

The criteria that collective liberalism employs for assessing behavior, is quite different from classical liberalism. The American hero is venerated as the spirit of the nation by modern day classical liberals; namely, conservatives who understand the anthology of the human condition. Contrast this viewpoint with the orientation of the socialist, who claims to be a progressive and defender of the downtrodden.

Popular culture; unfortunately, sets the tone. Scholarly and rational decisions are rarely the standard that moves the masses. However, it would be a mistake to conclude that elitism in any of its manifestations is preferable to a genuine populism. When Walt Whitman's Democratic Vistas is referenced, the assertion is that there is a necessity of a heroic literature for a great society. "It is not generally realized, but it is true, as the genius of Greece, and all the sociology, personality, politics, and religion of those wonderful states, resided in their literature or aesthetics, that what was afterwards the main support of European chivalry, the feudal, ecclesiastical, dynastic world over there - forming its osseous structure, holding it together for hundreds, thousands of years, preserving its flesh and bloom, giving it form, decision, rounding it out, and so saturating it in the conscious and unconscious blood, breed, belief, and intuition of men, that it still prevails powerful to this day, in defiance of the mighty changes of time - was its literature, permeating to the very marrow, especially that major part, its enchanting songs, ballads, and poems".

The premise that it is a sound objective - aspiring to greatness - has more to do with explaining the reasons for failed social and political policies, than any blame of the cowboy hero. Noble motivation is not synonymous with altruism. The second fallacy is that democracy is consistent with, and best suited to achieve meritorious ends. Majority preferred accomplishments rarely are marked by moral conduct. Frankly, the assumptions of what constitutes an authentic achievement has been so perverted by the progressive social engineers, that the term liberal deserves ubiquitous disdain for corrupting the concept of fairness and justice.

The popularity of the anti-hero is also distorted. Simply opposing the establishment doesn't make one a rebel. Knowing the nature of what comprises that hierarchy, seldom is examined, while maintaining a false supposition that blames the ills of life upon the traditional protagonist. Character counts. If the cowboy is a knight, his realm is the frontier. The notion that mysticism underpins the stoic solitude of the pioneer, escapes the constricted pretension of the disingenuous compassionate Fabian. Ridicule and snobbery are traits that the limousine liberal crowd have perfected. They excel at producing, directing and marketing their version of the dauntless anti-hero. However, their ideals are usually martyrs or victims.

Populism may share democratic principles, but it does not operate by plurality vote. Insistence that democracy is best and must be broadened to engulf all remaining savage tribes, has caused more misery than any celluloid reflection of reality. Paladin was a white knight wearing black duds. Have Gun Will Travel imparted a moral message.

Mr Engeman's conclusion: "America presents a curious paradox. The nation derives its legitimacy from the consent of the governed, and its purpose or end, from the defense of liberty: beginning with the right to self-preservation. But in the real world, the United States continually encounters "frontiers" contested by enemies of democracy. On these "frontiers," or ever-new states of nature, the peaceful process of law proves unavailing, and democratic society appears unable to renew and preserve itself".

His first mistake is that he presupposes that consent can be achieved through popular engagement in the regular political process. But his biggest error is to confuse that liberty is achievable, when the general culture is so diverse and embedded with adverse and opposing viewpoints.

He ends with T.S. Elliot's critique of modern "high culture" as a wasteland that resulted from the intellectual attempt to create a new, anti-aristocratic culture based on scientific truths about nature and man . . . But by the end of the century, intellectual opinion had abandoned scientific ideology for postmodern anti-rationalism.

Clashing with this social relativism, is the virtuous defender of traditional values. Surely, democracy won't restore his morality culture, nor will the freedom of the misguided guarantee the liberty of the individual. The veritable hero is the sheriff who keeps the peace and ignores enforcing destructive laws. Most of society is unable to make this distinction. The frontier is not a place, but is a state of mind. America has a proud heritage, but a feeble memory. The test for greatness is not determined by power of reach, but resides in the respect for each individual. Union at any cost is wrong. Fences can be the best protection from an open range of Social Darwinism. Populism means individual responsibility tempered with limited governance. That is our heritage, time to start living it.

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In Defense of Cowboy Culture

For a quarter century, observers from Robert Bellah to Robert Bork have warned of America's imperiled mores. Popular culture, usually described as increasingly hedonistic and nihilistic, is often blamed for the decline of our national character. While there is a lot to dislike about popular culture, it also produces a torrent of heroic fare whose significance hasn't been sufficiently appreciated. In Iraq, for example, embedded reporters traveling with the rapidly advancing American columns marveled at our forces' bravery and decency; somehow these young men and women, certified members of the slacker generation, were battling down Freedom's Road, not slouching toward Gomorrah. Where do we get such heroes? One answer is: American popular culture.

Although high culture is a different story, in mainstream America, heroism is alive and well. It thrives in "action/adventure" films, by far the largest movie genre, encompassing westerns, detective and police dramas, martial arts pix, science fiction, superheroes, natural disasters, and war stories. Thousands of heroic movies (and television programs) are viewed by millions of Americans every month, though intellectuals of all stripes typically disdain them. Conservatives are more interested in high culture, great books, and great men, than in mythical appeals to the masses. And modern liberals argue that heroism encourages violence at home and militarism abroad, not to mention "fascistic" prejudices like racism, sexism, and love of force.

The huge popularity of heroic movies shows that Americans are little troubled by such intellectual criticism. They believe that calling the United States a "cowboy culture" pays it a compliment. To the average ticket-buying Joe and Jane, the cowboy (in his many forms) is the idealization of democratic virtue, especially of its relentless pursuit of justice.

The identification of America with frontier life is longstanding in politics as well as popular culture. Presidents like Andrew Jackson, William Harrison, and Abraham Lincoln invoked their vigorous frontier origins in order to increase their democratic stature. Even after the closing of the Western frontier in the 1890's, Teddy Roosevelt cultivated his reputation as a Rough Rider in South Dakota and Cuba. A century later, Presidents Reagan and George W. Bush continue to embrace the cowboy way. The pioneer spirit has also been conjured in order to gain support for policy initiatives. Woodrow Wilson exhorted America to join World War I in order "to make the world safe for democracy"—as the pioneers had once made safe the American West. John F. Kennedy made the "New Frontier" the motto of his administration, promising to land a man on the moon within the decade. Given the supposed timidity and self-interestedness of modern democracy, what sustains this manly devotion to justice and noble achievement so long after the actual pilgrims and pioneers went to their reward?

In "Democratic Vistas," Walt Whitman argued that a heroic literature is necessary for a heroic people. According to Whitman, the Homeric epics provided that noble standard for Greeks and Romans, as the Arthurian legends did for later Europeans. To become a great nation, America had to create an equally noble, albeit democratic, literature. For "[great] literature penetrates all, gives hue to all, shapes aggregates and individuals, and, after subtle ways, with irresistible power, constructs, sustains, demolishes at will.... Greece immortal lives in a couple of poems." The democratic hero of American popular culture has a pre-history, then, out of which he emerged and from which he must be distinguished.

The chivalric romances were as important to Whitman as the Homeric epics. Like the frontier myth in America, Arthurian poetry was self-consciously nostalgic. It renewed (or created) the memory of a golden age, the better to hearten its people to war anew. In Thomas Malory's Le Morte d'Arthur (1485), the standard source for later versions of the Arthurian legends, Malory's knights differ little from Homer's heroes. If formally Christian, and allies of King Arthur, they too do pretty much as they please. Independent landholders, the knights freely withdraw from Arthur's service whenever it suits them. Moreover, Arthur causes the civil war within his loosely organized company by attacking his greatest knight, Sir Lancelot, for his too open dalliance with Queen Guinevere. Here the parallel with Homer is clear. The Trojan War began with Paris's abduction of Helen, even as the later conflict among the Achaeans results from "King" Agamemnon's jealousy at Achilles' possession of the beautiful concubine Briseis. But Malory combined these pagan themes with the great, countervailing Christian theme of the Grail quest, first described by the French poet Chretien De Troyes. According to this new legend, Christ served the Last Supper from the Holy Grail, and it received the blood from His wound on Calvary; a vision of the Grail was tantamount to becoming one with the Savior. The Grail knights selflessly pursued justice in order to obtain spiritual purity, not women, wealth, and lands.

Almost four centuries later, Sir Walter Scott mined a similarly heroic chapter in English history. In Ivanhoe, Scott revives the Saxon-Norman conflict over the rule of England. In contrast to Norman tyranny and moral corruption, the Saxon Ivanhoe is a gentleman. Against the previous heroic tradition, Ivanhoe rejects the right of the powerful to possess the fair. In Scott's more Protestant and democratic England, there is no natural right of the strong to rule over women and the property of the weak. But unlike the American hero, Ivanhoe fights to establish himself within the nobility. He is betrothed to the daughter of a great Saxon lord, and fights to restore his own lord, King Richard, to the throne of England.

Beginning three years after the publication of Ivanhoe in 1820, James Fenimore Cooper created the first American, democratic version of the knight-hero in his five Leather-Stocking novels—a hero called variously Natty Bumppo, Deerslayer, Hawkeye, or Leather-Stocking. Natty's character is most fully developed in the last of these sagas, The Pathfinder (1840) and The Deerslayer (1841). In addition to his superhuman fortitude, incomparable martial skills, and perfect knowledge of the wilderness, Natty is a true Christian. He avers that "a man without conscience is but a poor creatur'.... I trouble myself but little with dollars...if a man has a chest filled with [them], he may be said to lock up his heart in the same box." While Natty serves in the church of nature, he is also schooled in the formal tenets of his faith. "I eat in church, drink in church, sleep in church. The 'arth is the temple of the Lord, and I wait on him hourly, daily, without ceasing, I humbly hope. No-no-I'll not deny my blood and colour, but am Christian born, and shall die in the same faith" (emphasis added). Written near the peak of the Second Great Awakening, these novels stress Natty's chivalric and Christian qualities.

In The Last of the Mohicans, Natty learns the art of war from the Indians in the same way young squires once trained to be knights. The heroic Bumppo even surpasses his teachers in martial prowess. Killdeer is the best rifle on the frontier, and Natty is a superhuman marksman. Above all, Leather-Stocking is the Chosen One. A friend observes: "the man will never die by a bullet. I have seen him so often, handling his rifle with as much composure as if it were a shepherd's crook, in the midst of the heaviest showers of bullets, and under so many extraordinary circumstances, that I do not think Providence means he should ever fall in this manner" (emphasis added).

Cooper identifies a cardinal principle of the American knight-hero: the economy of violence. Natty believes all life is divinely created and must be preserved, especially that of innocent women and children: "life is sweet and not to be taken marcilessly [sic] by them that have white gifts." So even against armed enemies with violent intent, the true knight wounds rather than kills. In the Deerslayer, the young squire has yet to kill a man. Returning the fire of a hidden enemy, Natty mortally wounds him. Grieving, he holds the dying Indian, effectively reenacting the Pieta. The economy of violence became a staple of the American knights. In the early cowboy movies and television shows, the death count was reduced by the conceit of having guns shot from villains' hands. This trope turned "shoot-outs" into a kind of bloodless joust. But this moral restraint disappeared in the 1960s when a nihilistic realism replaced the Christian prohibition against taking innocent life.

In every novel, Natty is a righter of wrongs. While he sometimes rescues fair maidens, his great quest is to protect Americans as they journey into the lawless frontier. Cooper understood that a mobile, immigrant society of myriad sects and social conditions requires an everyman and outsider for its hero. Natty, an itinerant, orphan bachelor, fits the bill. The model of the democratic knight-errant, he is from no place, with no close relations other than his Mohican comrades in arms. More ideal than human, Natty lives as a holy hermit on the frontier, worshiping the Maker of all things. His perfect virtue makes Leather-Stocking the complete American Adam. Free from earthly sin, he serves his fellow democrats by protecting them from their fallen fellows in the Lord's Garden, i.e. the state of nature.

Once the western frontier moved beyond the mountains, lakes, and forests, and crossed the Mississippi, a new vision of the democratic knight-hero was needed. Thus, the mounted rider arose to defend democracy on the open plains running to the Rockies. The first serious adaptation of knighthood to the cowboy/gunfighter, undertaken by Owen Wister in The Virginian (1902), was written after the frontier had closed.
Hollywood made the cowboy hero universally popular. The new film industry was greatly aided by the dozens of novels, primarily by Zane Grey, available for movie development. Few films were easier to make than the early Westerns. Shot within a brief car ride from Los Angeles, they required few actors who could act, while filling the screen with the kind of action that movie audiences craved. Moreover, like most Arthurian tales, the characters' isolation on the broad plains created a totally melodramatic setting. No law limited the hero, or villain, in his acts of good and evil.

Perhaps the clearest example in film of the tension between the democratic, Christian knight of the American ideal, and the natural or aristocratic warrior seen in Homeric and Arthurian legend, is found in "Shane" (1953). The heroic Shane defends homesteaders against a local cattle baron. While believing in the justice of the family's claim, he is even more attracted by the beauty and interest of the farmer's wife. Her love suggests to the lonely Shane a powerful new possibility. He can either risk his life in order to defend justice—or safely gain the love of a beautiful woman, not to mention lucrative employment with the "baron" of cattle and thus, like Ivanhoe, secure his place in the social order.
Shane's native nobility, reinforced by a child's (the farmer's son) hero worship, tips the scale. In a fair fight, he kills the baron, his brother, and their hired gunfighter—a just result after their murder of two homesteaders. After restoring justice, the wounded Shane, without a word of thanks or a kiss goodbye, heroically returns to his long trail, forgoing the rewards of the earlier code of chivalry. But he does hear the heartfelt cries of love and admiration of the young boy who had witnessed his bravery and sacrifice. The critic Richard Slotkin notes that Shane and Marian's "sublimated romance reproduces the exact Western equivalent of chivalric love, with Shane as a stainless Lancelot and Marian a chaste Guinevere." Slotkin admires too Shane's exceptional courage and self-sacrifice. "Shane's nobility, his perfection of style and manner and virtu are so much beyond the human scale of Starrett [the father] that we tend to value him equal to (if not above) the nominal objectives for whose sake he makes his...sacrifice."

Long before Hollywood captured the Western hero on film, a new "frontier" had opened in America. New York City, Chicago, and Los Angeles appeared as strange and hostile to many Americans as had the shores of Massachusetts, the forests of upstate New York, and the Great Plains to their ancestors. Rural immigrants, like Theodore Dreiser's Sister Carrie (1900) were alienated from the "noir world" of the new urban frontier, filled with gin, drugs, prostitution, gambling, and crooked politicians and cops.
Several decades elapsed before writers caught up to this new social reality. But by the time of the Depression and New Deal, this urban frontier began to be populated by democratic Christian knights. Raymond Chandler, the creator of the first truly heroic detective, Philip Marlowe, was born in America but educated in England. After returning to the United States, he failed in business only to recreate himself as a writer, publishing his first novel, The Big Sleep, in 1939. Philip Marlowe, originally named Philip Malory after Thomas Malory, incarnates yet another version of the American knight-errant. Chandler was influenced by T.S. Eliot's The Waste Land (1922), which had revived Arthurian themes. Chandler describes Marlowe in this way:
He is the hero; he is everything. He must be a complete man and a common man and yet an unusual man. He must be, to use a rather weathered phrase, a man of honor—by instinct, by inevitability, without thought of it, and certainly without saying it.... If he is a man of honor in one thing, he is that in all things. He is a relatively poor man, or he would not be a detective at all. He is a common man or he would not go among common people. He is a man of character or he would not know his job. He will take no man's money dishonestly and no man's insolence without a due dispassionate revenge. He is a lonely man and his pride is that you will treat him as a proud man or be very sorry you ever saw him.

All of Marlowe's "jobs" become quests extending far beyond his appointed task. These quests end only when he has healed his client, and pulled from the fetid urban jungle the knowledge necessary to reward and punish. On the urban frontier, as in John Locke's state of nature, Marlowe is judge and executor of the laws of nature.

The Big Sleep begins with Marlowe entering the Sternwood mansion. He sees above the door "a stained-glass panel showing a knight in dark armor rescuing a lady who was tied to a tree.... I stood there and thought that if I lived in the house, I would sooner or later have to climb up there and help him. He didn't seem to be trying." While he earns his pay protecting the corrupt Sternwood daughters, Marlowe fails in his quest to heal General Sternwood by finding his friend, Rusty Regan.

Both daughters try to seduce him. Marlowe finds the psychopathic Carmen Sternwood in his bed, nude. Contemplating the chess set sitting next to him, Marlowe considers the possibilities: "The move with the knight was wrong. I put it back where I had moved it from. Knights have no meaning in this game. It wasn't a game for knights." He reacts as a democratic hero. A noble, solitary man, Marlowe defends his principles and sanity from the moral chaos of the urban frontier.
This room was the room I live in. It was all I had in the way of a home. It was everything that was mine, that had any association for me, any past, anything that took the place of family. Not much; a few books, pictures, radio, chessmen, old letters, stuff like that. Nothing. Such as they were they had all my memories.... I couldn't stand her in that room any longer.... I said carefully: "I'll give you three minutes to get dressed and out of here. If you're not out of here by then I'll throw you out—by force. Just the way you are, naked. And I'll throw your clothes after you into the hall. Now—get started."

If Marlowe is a tough guy, he is essentially kind-hearted. In Farewell, My Lovely, Marlowe is sitting in a police detective's office on the 18th floor of city hall watching a bug.
The bug reached the end of Randall's desk and marched straight off into the air. It fell on its back on the floor, waved a few thin worn legs in the air feebly and then played dead. Nobody cared, so it began waving its legs again and finally struggled over on its face. It trundled off into a corner towards nothing, going nowhere.

As Marlowe leaves, he takes the bug along, restoring him to his health and lands, behind a bush in a flower bed outside City Hall. The bug represents all those ignored by the police. In Farewell, My Lovely, the detectives overlook the murder of a Negro saloon-keeper, another "shine" job, and refuse to investigate any mob-connected case. In the urban democratic jungle, Marlowe is the only agent of justice. But his compassionate nature, constant wordplay, and extraordinary ability to think through everyone's motivation to the correct conclusion make Marlowe the intellectual's knight-errant. Even hard-boiled critics of bourgeois society, like Raymond Chandler, cannot resist the heroic/saintly American style.

The democratic knight is also found in America's mythic forays into space—the "final frontier"—in "Star Trek" and "Star Wars." Since space travel requires cooperative planning and regimented crews, space ships are more like naval vessels than they are the anomic settings of our solitary democratic heroes. Nevertheless, the officers of the USS (United Star Ship) Enterprise defend democratic justice and liberty for all citizens, human or not, in the United Federation. Like earlier heroes, they face an untamed wilderness (in this case, outer space) where prowl new enemies of democracy, the Klingons and Romulans.

"Star Wars" more closely fits the individualism and heroism of the democratic knight-errant, even though the Jedi are modeled on an established order of knights rather than the usually self-taught, self-sufficient American warriors.

Finally, the ability of modern democracy to rise phoenix-like against postmodern nihilism is manifest in the "Mad Max" saga. Made in Australia, starring the American Catholic Mel Gibson and directed by the brilliant George Miller, these movies are a response to the postmodern apocalypse captured by Anthony Burgess's novel, and Stanley Kubrick's movie, "A Clockwork Orange." In the first film, Max, after the slaughter of his wife and child by a skinhead gang, becomes a revenge-filled loner. Disgusted with the police's inability to enforce the law, he wreaks his own vengeance. In the sequel, "The Road Warrior," Max begins his recovery from alienation and nihilism through his reluctant defense of a small democratic community attacked by postmodern barbarians. His redemption truly begins through his contact with innocent women and children. In "Beyond Thunderdome," Max helps overthrow Barter Town, a barbarian city based on looting, piracy, and sexual exploitation. In opposition to the corrupt commercialism of Barter Town, Max becomes the father of a "tribe" of orphans who, because of a plane crash, have grown up in isolation from the city. After more or less bloodlessly destroying Barter Town, he settles his children in the deserted ruins of Sydney, where the children begin civilization's rebirth. The teens teach the young ones the principles of civilization, including the great legend of the savior knight (Max) who still wanders the wastes, destroying those who prey on the innocent.

America presents a curious paradox. Dedicated to "bourgeois" liberties, in the real world it continually encounters frontiers contested by the enemies of democracy. In these ever new states of nature, law proves unavailing, and democracy appears unable to establish, defend, or renew itself. By saving democracy's frontier, the American knight-hero restores public confidence, ensuring the return of democratic law and order. The renewal of public confidence, in turn, mobilizes the electorate for effective political action and reform. The influence of heroism on the young is even more striking. The constant repetition of images of fidelity, courage, self-sacrifice, patriotism, and righteous victory creates a lasting impression of democracy's justice, prowess, and divine protection.

The United States is unique among modern nations in its heroic popular culture. The effects of this culture are not confined to Americans alone. Teaching in Rome during the build-up to the first Gulf War, I was amused to see a major leftist daily headline its story about President Bush's war ultimatum as "Bush to Saddam: High Noon." The editors employed the ultimate American idiom for the life-and-death struggle between democracy and tyranny because they knew that nothing speaks about justice with the same intensity and clarity as our heroic popular culture.

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In Defense of the Cowboy (2)

In Defense of the Cowboy
By Andrew Bernstein (Dallas Morning News, Charlotte Observer and Los Angeles Daily News, February 26, 2003; Oregonian and Tulsa World, March 2, 2003; San Francisco Chronicle, March 9, 2003)

Those who oppose war with Iraq--from foreign heads of state to homegrown antiwar protesters--employ a common expression of contempt for the American war effort. America, they sneer, is acting like a "cowboy."

A mock interview with Saddam Hussein conducted by a European intellectual is written to show, in one news report's summary, "what out-of-control cowboys the Americans are." A recent New York Times article explains that to some Europeans the "major problem is Bush the cowboy." U.S. Senator Chris Dodd of Connecticut agrees, stating that America must not "act like a unilateral cowboy."

These smears imply that the heyday of the cowboy in the Old West was a lawless period when trigger-happy gunmen shot it out with reckless abandon and brute force reigned.

But to most Americans, the cowboy is not a villain but a hero. What we honor about the cowboy of the Old West is his willingness to stand up to evil and to do it alone, if necessary. The cowboy is a symbol of the crucial virtues of courage and independence.

The original cowboys were hard-working ranchers and settlers who tamed a vast wilderness. In the process, they had to contend with violent outlaws as well as warlike Indian tribes. The honest men on the frontier did not wring their hands in fear, uncertainty and moral paralysis; they stood up to evil men and defeated them.

The Texas Rangers--a small band of lawmen who patrolled a vast frontier--best exemplified the cowboy code. Whether they fought American outlaws, Mexican bandits or marauding Comanches, they were generally outnumbered, sometimes by as much as fifty to one. It was said of them: "They were men who could not be stampeded." For example, when Ranger officer John B. Armstrong boarded a train in pursuit of the infamous murderer John Wesley Hardin, he was confronted by five desperadoes. Armstrong took them on single-handed, killing one and capturing Hardin. In describing their independence and courage, Ranger captain Bob Crowder said: "A Ranger is an officer who is able to handle any situation without definite instructions from his commanding officer or higher authority."

The real-life courage of such heroes has been properly memorialized and glorified in countless fictional works. The Lone Ranger television show, Jack Schaefer's classic novel, Shane, and dozens of John Wayne movies, among others, have captured the essence of the Western hero's character: his unshakeable moral confidence in the face of evil. It is this vision of the cowboy, not the European slander, that Americans find inspiring. That's why, when President Bush said of Osama bin Laden, "Wanted: Dead or Alive," most Americans cheered.

The only valid criticism of President Bush, in this context, is that he is not true enough to the heritage of the Lone Star State. When the Texas Rangers went after a bank robber or rustler, they didn't wait to ask the permission of his fellow gang members. Yet Bush is asking permission from a U.N. Security Council that includes Syria, one of the world's most active sponsors of terrorism.

Today the terrorists responsible for blowing up our cities are far more evil than the bandits and gunmen faced by the heroes of the Old West. To defeat them, we will require all the more the cowboy's virtues of independence and moral courage.

Even as our European critics use the "cowboy" image as a symbol of reckless irresponsibility, they implicitly reveal the real virtues they are attacking. European leaders assail Americans because our "language is far too blunt" and because we see the struggle between Western Civilization and Islamic fanaticism in "black-and-white certainties." They whine about our "Texas attitude" and whimper that "an American president who makes up his mind and then will accept no argument" is a greater danger than murderous dictators. In short, they object to America's willingness to face the facts, to make moral judgments, to act independently, and to battle evil with unflinching courage.

These European critics are worse than the timid shopkeeper in an old Hollywood Western. They don't merely want to avoid confronting evil--they seek to prevent anyone else from recognizing evil and standing up to it.

Texas Ranger captain Bill McDonald reputedly stated: "No man in the wrong can stand up against a fellow that is in the right and keeps on a-comin'." If America fully embraces this cowboy wisdom and courage, then the Islamic terrorists and the regimes that support them had better run for cover. They stand no chance in the resulting showdown.

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In Defense of the Cowboy

May 18, 2008
Lee Cary
 
Who is Robert L. Gibbs and what does he know about cowboys anyway?

Gibbs is the communications director for Barack Obama.  During the 2004 campaign he was John Kerry's press secretary, until fired.  Gibbs was criticized for his connection with a 527 political group called Americans for Jobs, Health Care and Progressive Values which ran attack ads (see one here) against presidential candidate Howard Dean. (McCain could change "Dean" to "Obama" and re-use that ad.)

So Gibbs is one of the old Democrat campaigning retreads, having once worked for Senator Fritz Hollings (D-S.C.), who is now part of Obama's new politics.  But that's not why I'm shining the spot light on him. 

Gibbs was the spokesperson from the Obama campaign who, on May 15, said during the CNN Newsroom broadcast,

"Look, we have come to expect, and we've seen from this administration over the last eight years, this type of cowboy diplomacy."
Gibbs was referring to President Bush's now famous "appeasement" statement in Israel last week.

So what does Gibbs know about cowboys?  He went to High School in Alabama and college there and in N. Carolina.  Nice folks in those states.  Few cowboys.

Gibbs was parroting someone else who coined the term "cowboy diplomacy."  Someone who, like him, didn't know cowboys from cow pies.

To begin with, cowboy diplomacy is an oxymoron.  Like cowboy boutique -- a place where tender-footed city slickers, like John Travolta in  the movie Urban Cowboy, go to buy a western costume.  Like cowboy quiche, cowboy leotards, or cowboy ballet.   

Remember those "cowboys" in the movie "Brokeback Mountain?"  They weren't cowboys. They herded sheep!  For millennia they've been called "shepherds."  Like those guys in long robes hanging around the manger in the Nativity Scene at Christmas.

So when Gibbs says cowboy diplomacy he joins the conga dance of politico-parrots and certifies his ignorance of cowboys.

Sure, I know he meant to sling an insult at Bush by suggesting that his administration has rushed into foreign entanglements with the careless and cavalier behavior of a thoughtless cowboy.  Only problem is...that's not how cowboys acted.  

How do I know this?  Well, besides watching a multitude of westerns, beginning back with Johnney Mack Brown, Hoot Gibson, Tom Mix, and Hopalong Cassidy, as a naturalized Texan from Obama's home state, I was required to visit a working ranch (King Ranch) and meet a real cowboy before being granted citizenship here.

There aren't many cowboys left. This cowboy was in his 70's, leather skinned, large gnarled hands, legs that spelled an upside down "U," bent back, and soft spoken.  Not a presumptuous bone in him.

Back when the range was home to the American cowboy, they didn't dabble in "diplomacy."  They worked.  Cared for their mount better than even PETA recommends.  Slept on the ground when out on the range.  Wore boots as a defense against snake bites.  Carried firearms for use against threats, sometimes bipeds, but mostly quadruped varmints.

They defended the herd. Lived in a barracks called a bunkhouse.  Ate from a common table or a chuck wagon in the field.  Bathed when they could.  Slept under the stars where bugs live, and often died young -- but free.  They were tough, realistic, no nonsense men.  What in the world does Bobby Gibbs know about cowboys?

So they weren't educated like him.  They knew how to brand and drive a herd of cattle hundreds of miles to a rail head. On the rare occasion when they called a woman "sweetie" it was because they had something in mind besides a condescending brush-off.  In fact, they were generally awkward and timid around city women, since real ladies tended not to favor ranch hands.  They were rough around the edges, and often to the nose.   

Cowboys rode for their brand.  Didn't have 401K's.  Or pension plans.  And were only careless about what they did when they had a few bucks to invest in a saloon.  Get careless out on the range and you could die.  

So when Bobby Gibbs accuses Bush of cowboy diplomacy, it's clear that he's parroting someone else who is likewise clueless about cowboys, and their code of honor. 

All of which reminds me of a response that the cowboy Monte Walsh (Tom Selleck, in a 2003 movie of the same name) gave when another ranch hand asked how he'd been gettin' along.

"Better, since I gave up hope."
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The Cowboy in Us All

by Wayne Lutz



November 30, 2002


Al Gore said it. Maureen Dowd said it, too. The Germans say it sternly and the French say it with hauteur. The Arabs say it, the Australians say it and even the Romanians say it. And Canadians. Oh, Canada! but do they ever say it.

That American President, that George W. Bush, is a <sniff> cowboy.

And the media, they say it with glee-filled contempt:

"Latest cowboy president shoots from hip" - SeattlePost Intelligencer.

"... critics maintain that Bush's 'cowboy rhetoric' is...

"... complaints that Mr. Bush was a cowboy in charge of a rogue superpower..." - Straits Times, Singapore.

"Bush doing pretty well for a 'half-literate cowboy' - The Free Lance-Star, VA.

"Truth be told, however, our 'cowboy' had some powerful help: Senate Majority Leader Tom..."

"When President Bush was the new guy at international summits, a lot of world leaders thought he was a clueless cowboy..." - USA Today

"...Weiner said the alliance statement endorsing the UN position on Iraq showed that Bush was a summit success. 'He can still be a bit of a cowboy, but he's learning...' " - Prague Post, Czech Republic

"Bush, at NATO Meeting, Firms Up His Posse" - New York Times.

"...Despite the fact that Bush chose to go to the UN on Iraq, he is still seen as a cowboy..."

And that's only today's news.

It is telling that, to the Liberal Mind, the application of the "cowboy" brand is an act of derision. To shrill liberal columnistas, smugly superior Europeans, frightened Canadians and Al Gore (a class by himself) a "cowboy" is a being to be looked down upon and shunned, a being to which the more enlightened can feel superior, a being to be treated as a play-acting child. It is telling - especially in light of the Republican Cowboy sweep in the recent mid-term rodeo.

Liberal pundits, pollsters and politicos have all weighed in on why the Democrats were so decisively thrown from the saddle. Those Democrats who are at least trying to be honest with themselves blame the lack of a clear "message." The more conventional liberals blame everything but themselves: Bush's war rhetoric, stupid voters, an apathetic "base."

Republicans opine that the Democrats just don't understand that post 911 America is most concerned with her security, and that Americans trust the Republicans with this vital issue. That may well be part of it, but there is something much deeper at work here. In the midst of all the analysis, President Bush's approval numbers continue to soar to sustained heights never before seen. That unavoidable fact leaves those who call Bush a "cowboy" scratching their heads. Either they don't understand why, or in their efforts to delude themselves to lessen the pain, they come up with the wrong answers. But the answer is right in front of them, indeed they've said it themselves, ad nauseam:

President Bush is a cowboy.

The American people, the heartland, the mainstream, understand instinctively what the elite intellectual classes - especially the Europeans and Canadians - could never understand. We see the cowboy in George W. Bush, and it resonates. It resonates because it stirs the cowboy in us.

America, you see, is a nation of cowboys, hard as that may be for the elitists to swallow. Mainstream America embodies the traditional cowboy virtues of honesty, integrity, courage, and self-reliance - precisely the qualities that built America and made it the greatest nation the world has ever known. The heart of the American cowboy is as big as the Colorado sky in its generosity and compassion and as hard as a North Dakota winter in its resolve. Americans are heirs to a tradition of courage and perseverance in the face of a challenge, and products of the high ideals of freedom and progress that galvanized us to tame a continent.

The Texas Cowboy Gazette said it well: "In fulfilling a destiny, the Texas Cowboy bridged cultural, national, ideological and gender differences, and evaluated each individual on their own merit and accomplishment. This is not to say ignorance, prejudice and differences did not arise; rather, the culture was born of the free spirit, encouraged and accommodated the individual free spirit. Each person was accountable and responsible for his or her own actions."

It is this spirit of respect for individual merit, unheedful of background or breeding, which sets us apart from the rest of the world and makes us great. That cowboy quality in Americans stands in stark contrast to the emphasis on class distinctions made by Europeans and modern American Liberals.

In his essay "The Real Cowboy," Dr. Richard W. Slatta, Professor of History, North Carolina State University, recalls the words of William G. "Billy" Johnson, who worked the range during the 1880s. Billy wrote that "cowpunchers were square shooters, upright, and honest men. I never heard of a cowpuncher insulting a woman. If they were not up to par they were soon run out of the country."

Square shooter, upright and honest is what people recognize in George W. Bush, because that's the cowboy in him.

"Other sources from the 1880s likewise reveal positive appraisals of cowboy character," notes Dr. Slatta. "The Texas Live Stock Journal (October 21, 1882) wrote glowingly of the cowboy's courage, chivalry, and loyalty. 'We deem it hardly necessary to say in the next place that the cowboy is a fearless animal. A man wanting in courage would be as much out of place in a cow-camp, as a fish would be on dry land. Indeed the life he is daily compelled to lead calls for the existence of the highest degree of cool calculating courage. As a natural consequence of this courage, he is not quarrelsome or a bully.'"

Cool, calculating courage - not bullying. This is what we've witnessed in George W. Bush, because that's the cowboy in him.

"As another necessary consequence to possessing true manly courage, the cowboy is as chivalrous as the famed knights of old. Rough he may be, and it may be that he is not a master in ball room etiquette, but no set of men have loftier reverence for women and no set of men would risk more in the defense of their person or their honor."

In defense of their person or their honor, and, by extension, the nation that a man has sworn to protect. Risking his political life in the prosecution of a just war. That's the cowboy in George W. Bush.

President Bush is a cowboy all right, as we are repeatedly reminded. The spirit of the American cowboy that is in him stirs hope, inspires confidence and renews pride in the heart of a nation at war in defense of freedom. The rest of the world watches and bemoans the unprecedented support that the Cowboy has from the American people, unable to comprehend what they are seeing: the cowboy in us all.


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They call my President a "Cowboy"

They call my President a "cowboy."

It used to tick me off when Muslims, the socialists in Europe, or our own Hollywood and various cesspools of America called my President a "cowboy." The more I think about it, the more glad I am that he is.

When I was a kid, cowboys were my heroes.

There was Tom Mix, Hopalong Cassidy, Red Ryder, Gene Autry, Roy Rogers, then later Marshall Matt Dillon, the Virginian and many others. Gene Autry could beat any bad guy, and then sing a song to his girl friend. And then there was the Lone Ranger & Tonto, both westerners on the side of right (remember "...the thrilling days of yesteryear"?)

What were common attributes of these legendary cowboys?

1. They were never looking for trouble.
2. But when it came, they faced it with courage.
3. They were always on the side of right.
4. They defended good people against bad people.
5. They had high morals.
6. They had good manners.
7. They were honest.
8. They spoke their minds and they spoke the truth, regardless of what people thought.
9. They were a beacon of integrity in the wild, wild West.
10. They were respected. When they walked into a saloon the place became quiet, and the bad guys kept their distance.
11. In a gunfight, they could outdraw anyone. In a fist fight, they could beat up anyone.
12. They always won. They always got their man. After victory, they rode off into the sunset.

Those were the days when there was such a thing as right and wrong,

Those were the days when women were respected and treated as ladies, because they acted like ladies.

I still like cowboys. They represent something good -- something pure that America has been missing.

Ronald Reagan was a cowboy. I like Ronald Reagan, who was brave, positive, and who gave us hope. He wore a white hat. To the consternation of his liberal critics, he had the courage to call a spade a spade and call the former
Soviet Union what it was -- the evil empire. Liberals hate President Bush because he distinguishes between good and
evil. He calls a spade a spade, and after 9-11 called evil "evil," without mincing any words, to the shock of the liberal establishment. That's what cowboys do, you know. He also told the French to "put their cards on the table" (old West talk), which they did, exposing their cowardice and greed.

In the old West, might did not make right. Right made right. Cowboys in white hats were always on the side of right, and that was their might. I am glad my President is a cowboy.
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