Gold is Nothing When Compared to the Love that a Father Has for His Daughter

Gold is Nothing When Compared to the Love that a Father Has for His Daughter

Years ago, I held a woman in my arms. She was sobbing on the floor and tears were flowing down her cheeks. Her chest was heaving…the tears were from a place that was deep in her soul. An agony that was at the epicenter of her existence. A pain that was profound…a cut that could never be healed.

That woman was my ex-wife.

What was she crying about?

It was about the father she never knew. A man that died two months before she was born. On a summer day in 1978, he had a heart attack as he was pouring coffee in the morning. He was only 48 years old…and he would never get to meet his unborn daughter.

And so she grew up…a little girl in the world. And yes, she had a mother that loved her. She had cousins and uncles that cared. But it wasn’t enough. For every year, there was somebody missing. Every Christmas, there was a present that was not under the tree.

What she was missing was a FATHER.

Year after year, an absence grew in her soul. The magical love that only a father could bring. A thousand kisses that she never received. A million hugs that she never felt. All the support of a father…his golden advice. An infinite love that was waiting for his little angel.

What grew inside of her was the Grand Canyon of Emptiness. A Marianas Trench of Despair. A cut that could never be healed.

If only she could have known him! Just to hold her Daddy for a day…to feel his strong support. To stand within his protective arms! She would have paid a million dollars to have felt it – if only for a minute.

My dear reader, gold is nothing when compared to the love that a father has for his daughter.

I could not save my marriage. She was too far gone. By the time I got her, the damage had been done. I tried, but it was futile. Nobody could put her back together again. The more I tried, the more painful it became. I was drawn closer to the fire. I saw a pain that I was not ready to see. And I felt an agony that was too deep for my life.

A house is constructed from the floor upward. If the foundation is not set correctly, then the house will always be wobbly.

Never let anybody tell you that a father is insignificant. Never let anybody tell you that a woman can “Do it on her own.” Never let anybody tell you that “The Future is Female.” It’s a giant lie. A media trick…

For gold is nothing when compared to the love that a father has for his daughter.

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You Know a Book is Great in the First Paragraph

You Know a Book is Great in the First Paragraph

Take Huckleberry Finn, for instance:

You don’t know about me, without you have read a book by the
name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer; but that ain’t no matter. That
book was made by Mr. Mark Twain, and he told the truth, mainly.
There was things which he stretched, but mainly he told the truth.
That is nothing. I never seen anybody but lied one time or another,
without it was Aunt Polly, or the widow, or maybe Mary. Aunt
Polly—Tom’s Aunt Polly, she is—and Mary, and the Widow Douglas
is all told about in that book, which is mostly a true book, with some
stretchers, as I said before.

Just wonderful.

Right out of the gate, Twain makes a colloquial connection: i.e. “You don’t know about me.” Of course, we know him…why else are we reading the book? And yet, we don’t know about him! A famous person is both known and unknown.

Then, he refers to himself in the third person (Mr. Mark Twain), and he questions his own own honesty (“there were things which he stretched”). He’s given us the “unreliable narrator” by the second sentence.

And finally, he talks about the characters like we know them: i.e. Aunt Polly, Mary, etc. In short, he’s cleverly hooked us into the tale. It’s like we’re talking an old friend. We’re on a porch in the Mississippi Valley, sharing a tea with Samuel Clemens.

A great piece of literature is not accidental. It’s the result of artist who, after years of chiseling, has developed a fluidity. He’s a skater, gliding upon on the ice. He’s the wily and crafty veteran, using a time-honored technique that he learned over years of practice.

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On the Popularity of Country Music

On the Popularity of Country Music

Numbers talk…bullsh*t walks. And when it comes to music, you either sell out the large arenas or you don’t. You either have an army of fans or you don’t. In this regard, country music is king.

How do we know this? Well, let’s take a look at Las Vegas—the entertainment capital of the world. And more specifically, let’s take a look at the T-Mobile arena. That’s the new stadium, situated right off the strip: i.e. next to the New York, New York Casino and across the street from the MGM. The biggest acts in the world will play there.

The T-Mobile arena is the new “place to be” in Las Vegas: home to a professional hockey team and major performers.

In the last four months, who sold out that arena more than any other artist? Was it The Rolling Stones? Was it Jennifer Lopez? Was it Justin Timberlake? The answer is no to all of them.

The answer is country music star, George Strait.

In the last four months, George Strait has sold out the T-Mobile arena more than any other artist in any genre.

In the last four months, Strait he has sold out the T-Mobile arena a total of six times. That’s more than any artist is any genre. The mainstream media has not covered this trend. That’s because they hate what country music symbolizes: i.e. nationalism, romantic love, family, etc. These values are in opposition to the (((Deep State))). Therefore, country music is a thorn in the side of Schiff and Schumer—a painful reminder that Americans still love simple and beautiful things.

*On a related note, it’s now plausible that the Mandalay Bay shooter was a setup by the Deep State: an attempt to murder a group of conservative concert goers, thus instilling fear into that demographic.

In summary, when it comes to numbers, country music is king. It’s about ticket sales and dollars…and you either sell out the major arenas or you don’t.

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On the Greatness of Ronnie Dunn

On the Greatness of Ronnie Dunn

Good voices are a dime a dozen. You can go to a smoky Karaoke bar and listen a good singer, hamming it up to “You Lost That Loving Feeling.” You’ll hear somebody that is in tune, knows the lyrics to a song, and has a pleasing tone.

But let’s be clear—there is a difference between a good singer and a GREAT singer.

A good singer sounds ok in a smoky bar. But a GREAT singer sounds wonderful on a recording. The difference is huge. In the live setting, a voice is amplified and blends into the accompanying instruments. But on a recording, the voice is chiseled down to its fundamental parts—it becomes the resin of the hashish. It’s the steak, alone on a plate without the accompanying vegetables and potatoes.

And it must be different. That’s the key word…DIFFERENT.

Take Ronnie Dunn, for example.

Ronnie Dunn exhibits the difference between a good voice and a GREAT voice.

What’s notable about his voice is how unique it is. Nobody sounds quite like him. Sure, he’s hitting all the correct notes and annunciating all the words. But there is something more—his voice in UNIQUE.

America has not given full credit to Ronnie Dunn, but that’s another story (see the lamestream media’s addiction to everything anti-heritage). But musicians know better. When that great voice is singing, we know we are listening to God-given talent. There is only one Ronnie Dunn.

Let’s take a listen to one to my favorite tracks…”A Man This Lonely”:

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