MOOCHERS IN PARADISE
Repeatedly, TTPers at the Seascape Rendezvous last weekend raved about how ravishing the setting was, on a flower-filled bluff overlooking the Pacific with gentle waves rolling onto a beach that went on for miles.
It was captivating, as was the sunny, blue-sky weather. After the Rendezvous, Rebel and I drove down the California coast through the Big Sur - one of the world's most breathtaking coastlines - past towns and farms, cities and countryside on the way to see her folks in San Diego.
The beauty and bounty of California was simply overwhelming. It's called the Golden State for good reason. Not just for the 1849 Gold Rush, but for how the sunlight magically transforms the landscape into a Renaissance painting of ethereal light.
Yesterday (6/06), flying back to the East Coast, I was transfixed looking out the window at America The Beautiful as it passed in boundless variety beneath me. And again, it hit me. No place on earth has been more blessed by Providence, in both natural resources and in the moral values and political principles that make freedom and prosperity possible.
How could it be that so many Americans would choose to trash both their freedom and their prosperity?