Outlaw Revelations

[NOTE: These posts are an ongoing presentation, meant to be read beginning with the earliest and ending with the most recent. If not read in that order, there is a potential loss for the reader in an overall understanding of what is being presented. You have been warned.]

I’ve heard it said that one can tell when politicians are lying because their lips move. Since I am running for President, some people might think of me as being a politician. However, since 99% of my “campaign” is through this Blog, you can’t tell whether or not my lips are moving.

Lately, I’ve heard the word “maverick” thrown around a lot. Personally, whenever I hear the word I flash back to images of "Top Gun" and then I remember Tom Cruise jumping around on Oprah’s couch, and I think “not in the White House.” I have a good friend who says that “The Maverick” is also a “top gun.” And that makes me even more nervous.

Last night I could stand it no longer and I pulled up a dictionary to recheck the definition of “maverick.” Turns out its origin has to do with a cattleman rancher named Samuel Maverick who had the habit of not branding his cows. So when a calf or young heifer got separated from its mother and would turn up in somebody else’s herd, they would say, “It must be Maverick’s.” I swear that that is what the dictionary said. Of course, what it didn’t say was that whenever someone else’s young cow showed up in Maverick’s herd without a brand, he assumed that it must be his. Oh, those shrewd Texas cattlemen.

Then the dictionary goes on to say that a maverick is “a lone dissenter, as an intellectual, an artist, or a politician, who takes an independent stand apart from his or her associates.” I guess that’s what these politicians are talking about. Of course, some of the “maverick’s” problems have been a result of his own maverick ways. That’s the price for being different. For example, when the first plane he went in down in crashed in Pensacola Bay and sank to the bottom, he practically drowned because he couldn’t get the cockpit canopy to open. It turns out that he hadn’t bothered to read the training manual. What a maverick. It’s amazing what a boost to the self image it is when we “don’t” fit in so we find a positive descriptive label to apply to ourselves to signify what it is that we do that makes us look special after all.

I’ve already told you that I am a self-proclaimed Synergeticist. That’s one of my own self-labels. In addition to that, I am also an outlaw. Now, before you grab your AK-47 or your Uzi and call homeland security, allow me to explain what I mean when I claim to be an outlaw.

Actually, the realization occurred to me a little over 30 years ago. I had long been aware that I didn’t feel as though I really fit in. And then I was listening to Bob Dylan singing “Absolutely Sweet Marie” when he said “to live outside the law you must be honest.” As I considered what that line might mean I was reminded of all of the laws that humanity has created in an effort to, at the very least, “keep things under control.” Hell, the laws have become so complex that we’ve created a whole profession of “lawyuhs” just to “help” us to sort our way through the legal complexities and ambiguities of life. Were you aware that of the 55 signers of the Declaration Of Independence, that 25 of them were lawyers? When the Articles Of Confederation were signed, 22 of the 48 signers were lawyers and 3 were judges, and in the Constitutional Convention, 33 of the 55 members were lawyers. Of course back in those days one did not have to have graduated from college or law school to practice law or even to sit on the bench as a judge. Ah, for the good old days.

Anyway, we’re brought up to believe that we need all of these laws to tell us what to do so we will know exactly what the limits are and how we should go about living our lives. But what happens if one realizes that one already knows what to do? Then the law is a bit unnecessary. In fact, it’s invasively redundant. But the law is there just the same, even if unnecessary. Jesus said that the greatest commandment was to love God. And he went on to claim that the second commandment, like the first, was to love your neighbor as yourself.

Several days ago I said that if one truly believes that they are one with God that they can do no sin and that evil, therefore, does not exist in their experience. Same thing here. If one believes/obeys those two commandments then all of the laws become redundantly unnecessary. One therefore lives outside the law. And it obviously follows that if one lives outside the law, then one must be honest. I also quickly realized that if one truly was an outlaw, then the intelligent thing to do is to go ahead and abide by the laws. It’s a lot less overhead. So being an outlaw does not automatically imply breaking the law. In fact, it can be exactly the opposite, as my experience will attest.

Anyway, I am an outlaw, and I must, therefore be honest. If you have been reading these posts and wondered why I am always behind in my postings and that when a posting does show up that it’s already a week old, it’s because I’m writing whenever and wherever I find the time (as I compose these very words, I’m at a wedding that I will officiate in less than an hour). Once a post is formatted, I post it with the next available date after the previous post and at one minute before midnight for that day. It is my hope that I’ll catch up with myself before the election. “Yesterday’s” post told what you can do to make that happen. $$$$$

So I just wanted to get that out of the way so that I can honestly say that I am not hiding anything in my Run For The Presidency.