If you want to attract an honorable lady, be an honorable man.

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Frozen: Review

Ok, I know everybody and their brother (sister?) have been harping about this movie ever since it came out. Some say it's amazing, some say it's typical Disney garbage, and of course there is everything in-between.

I'm not here to shoot a dead horse, but in my opinion, it seems everybody else's attempts to lay the beast low has rather missed the mark.

So, with no further ado, lets get down to the chilly. Catchy songs, excellent graphics, and witty humor have made this movie the most popular Disney since the Lion King.


Major spoiler alert - Just throwing that out there. This movie requires an overlay for the review to really make any sense.

So, the story line follows the lives of two girls, Elsa and Anna, daughters of the king of a place I am not going to try to spell.

Elsa has the powers from birth to create almost anything related to ice, snow, frost, or winter, and growing up, she uses those powers to have fun with her little sister Anna, playing in the homemade snow in the great room of the castle.

In a freak accident however, Anna is hurt by an icy blast to the head from Elsa, attempting to make a snow mound to keep her from falling. Anna is unconscious and growing slowly colder, and her parents rush her to some stone trolls who heal Anna, but say that it is safer that Anna's memories of Elsa's powers be erased from her mind, but still leaving the memories of the good times they had together. Elsa is told that she needs to stay away from her sister, so as not to hurt her again. The castle doors are to be locked, the staff is reduced, in the kings attempts to hide Elsa's powers

Elsa and Anna grow up, Elsa eternally locked in her room to try to mask her ever growing power, and Anna, of course having no memories of the accident is constantly wondering why they can't play anymore.

When the parents die at sea, Elsa is left in command when she comes of age, as queen of the kingdom.

When the castle doors are opened at the coronation day, attention starved Anna bumps into a dashing young prince Hans, prince of another kingdom far away, but not destined for a throne due to 12 older brothers ahead of him in line for kingship.

Anna falls head over heels for Hans, and that night announces to Elsa, who has come out from her room for the coronation, wearing gloves to try to keep her power contained, that Her and Hans are getting married.
Elsa of course refuses the arrangement, and in an altercation between her and Anna and the crowd that ensues, loses control and throws layers of ice around the castle and surrounding area.

Elsa is of course mortified at the slip, and the people at the castle are horrified at her powers, some calling her a monster. Elsa flees the castle across the harbor, the water turning to ice under her feet as she runs.

Elsa retreats to the North mountain, and using her powers for the first time to its fullest extent, builds an ice palace for her to live in, sad that she had to flee, but immensely happy that she no longer has to conceal her powers and is free to enjoy them and use them. Unknown to her though, is that now the entire area is now in a solid wintery state, even freezing all the ships into the harbor.

Anna sets off to find Elsa, and along the way runs into an ice cutter, Kristof, with his reindeer Sven, and shortly after runs into Olaf - a magical talking snowman made by Elsa.

Anna is led to Elsa by Olaf, and in an attempt to convince her to come back, accidentally gets a shard of ice through her heart, and is kicked out of the ice palace by Elsa's personal snow giant.

Kristof takes Anna to his 'family' of stone trolls that adopted him when he was young, the eldest of the trolls telling them that if Anna didn't do an act of true love shortly, her heart would completely freeze, and her entire body would turn completely to ice. Some of the Stone Trolls think that a true loves kiss just might pull it off.  

Kristof rushes Anna back down the mountain towards the Castle, meanwhile, Hans has lead an expedition towards Elsa to try to bring her back himself. An ice fight ensues, and Elsa is captured and brought back to the castle in custody.

Kristof arrives after Hans returns, and turns Anna back over to Hans, and Anna demands that he kiss her, in order to save her. Hans, once alone with her, slowly freezing to death from the inside out, tells her that he never really loved her, and only wanted to marry her so he could make his way to a throne, never going to get there any other way, since he is the youngest of 13 brothers in a distant kingdom. He reveals his plot to kill Elsa and makes himself king, and dousing the fire so as to eliminate all warmth, locks Anna in the room to die.

Olaf, the jovial snowman he is, hacks into the room by picking the lock with his carrot nose (hows that for ingenuity) and starts a fire to warm Anna, telling her that Kristof showed her more love than Hans, doing all that he did for her, and Anna thinks that he might be her true love.

She heads out of the room that is now unlocked, but Elsa escaped her cell, and is now whipping up a massive storm over the country.

Kristof, who was leaving the area but sees the storm and heads back towards Anna, riding hard on his trusty Sven.

All the characters meet in the frozen Harbor. Elsa is trying to leave the area, Hans is trying to catch her, Anna is freezing to death inside and out, seconds left before she dies, trying to make it to Kristof. On her way towards Kristof, she sees Hans getting ready to kill Elsa, and turning around, stands in the way of Hans, finally turning completely to ice, Hans' sword shattering on her frozen body. Elsa is mortified, but in a few seconds, Anna turns back into human form, having performed the 'true act of love' before she died, thus thawing her out.

Hans is chucked in jail, Elsa unwinterfies the area, on learning that love can thaw a frozen heart, and everybody goes back to happy lives, Kristof in charge of the ice business for the area, and Elsa rulling happily in the castle, using her ice powers for peoples enjoyment at the castle.


Ok, sorry that took so long, but this story required some elaboration to fully explain my opinion of it.

I will have to admit, I was prepared to like this movie, and came with very high expectations due to tid-bits I head heard from friends.

This story is built on two levels. One level follows Elsa, the other follows Anna. One level is great, the other level, and unfortunately the more predominate, is not so great.

The side that follow Elsa is deep, realistic and involved, as you see her constantly battling her deep fears, emotions constantly raging to and fro in her. She is torn by her love for Anna, whom she wants to be with but can't, and her fear of the world knowing her powers. The audience gets very connected with Elsa and her turmoil right off the bat, I think because we all can relate with all trying to stuff who we really are and what we really are afraid of. One also feels a lot of pity for her, as she as portrayed as misunderstood and confused. The chords struck by Elsa and her struggles go deep into human nature, giving her side of the movie a feeling of depth and reality not seen in many movies, let alone Disney movies. One can relate to her as a person - a real person.

She thinks she can be free and have peace by leaving everything behind and living by herself and do whatever she likes. But she soon finds out that doing that resulted in freezing the entire country over. Her selfishness ruins things for everybody. When she finally learns she can still be her, yet use her powers to help people, she finds peace and fulfillment. Meaning and purpose were found doing what she was good at for the help of others.

That side of the movie was great, and refreshing.

But unfortunately, that side of the movie is the smaller, and less prominent side.

The other level follows Anna, attention starved, and looking for love. The Anna side is *not* deep, and follows the general well-trodden path of Disney romance. Her personality is shallow, with little real emotion besides wanting love and attention, and is the typical Disney heroine - Pretty, fearless, slightly dingy, but overly focused on romance and marriage. There is little to no remnant of real humanity left in Anna, but is all hollywood girls are made up to be.

And that is why I think this story gets so much credit from people. The beginning of the story focuses a lot on Elsa and her struggles, setting the story up very well indeed, setting the stage for a very deep and resolving climax about the real meaning of love and not being afraid of who we are. 

Yet it doesn't deliver. It poses this great, deep heart level problem, and then tries to answer the deep questions and heart problems with the garden variety romance typical of most Disney's. It starts deep, and ends shallow. It ends on a note that doesn't resolve. 

The entire 'Anna' side of the movie centers around the 'love' theme, and Anna spends most of that time thinking that 'true love' is that mushy feeling that gives you a buzz. Granted, she finds out Hans is a stinker, 'true love' is all bunk, and Kristof is really her hero, but it is all still a romance - call it a back-door romance if you want, but it is still a romance.  So, when at the end, she suddenly turns from going to Kristof and sacrifices herself for Elsa, it doesn't fit with the rest of her character that has been propounded for the entire movie. It feels faked and scripted. 

This side of the movie is shallow and lacks lasting meaning.  

So you have the two halves of the movie working away as the movie progresses, but then they try to tie the two halves together at the end, and say that love (granted, they do say love sacrifices itself for those it loves), the right guy, the bad dude chucked, and happily ever after will solve all the problems. They try to have the same fix for both halves, which of course leaves one side hanging - in this case the good side was left unanswered, and the shallow side was patched on as a pseudo-fix. 

I could go on, but you get the general gist. Overall, I really was disappointed and not impressed. 

But, I will throw in a caveat.

If you watch this movie with a Biblical worldview, there is a lot of good that can be picked out of the movie. A lot of good. 'True love at first sight' romance is bashed pretty solidly. Score. Kristof, slightly seclusive, selfish, and withdrawn at first, goes through a nice, if not hurried character growth by the end of the movie. Very nice touch. The slice of 'true love sacrifices itself for others' that is there at the end is very nice, and pretty well done. What good it has, it does well. 

But you have to have your brain turned on during the movie. The danger with this movie, is that if you don't think your way through it, you don't realize the problem they pose at the beginning isn't solved by the resolution at the end.  You end up thinking that the quasi-romance, she gets the guy, happily ever after is the answer to *both* problems.


That is why I am not overall impressed with this movie. For the rest of the non-thinking world, this movie is deadly, especially for girls. It sets them up thinking that all their deep heart longings and problems in life can and will solved by merely finding the right guy. Granted, it might not be the 'love at first sight' finding the guy, but romance still is posed as the answer.

One has to do some serious shifting aside of all the Disney styro-snow, to get a message out of the movie that is worth it.

And I think if you can do the mental snow shoveling required, you will walk away refreshed by the movie - but the shoveling is serious. I don't recomend this movie for most girls, because (my mom agreed) girls will have a harder time wading past the romance than the boys will. It's not the best for boys, but it shouldn't affect them as much.

So, all in all, if you could have the movie just focused on Elsa, I think they could have a great movie. Or if they made the movie three times as long, and sorted out all the wrong feelings, and had characters come around in a way that felt more realistic, it could have had potential.

As it is, it's ok. It isn't one of my favorites, but the songs are catchy, and Olaf is awesome. He got pretty close to tying Rhino for my favorite animated character.

I give it 3 out of 5 stars. Above average, but still not as great as it's hyped up to be.

Have you seen it? What is your take on the movie? (and what's your favorite Olaf line?)  : )

Sunday, March 16, 2014

Slice of Heaven - Glimpse of God

Ok, guys, sorry it has been a while. Lots of stuff  - as usual - happening all over the place.
But, I came down with something, giving me some time to finally blog. I have had so many different blog ideas lately, ranging from finally posting reviews on Thor 2 and the second Hobbit, to doing a completely random post on the top ten myths about farm life and country living, and other things that pop into my head as I go through my daily jaunts.

This particular topic has been in the back of my mind for a while now, longer than most other topics.

It all got started with a quote from C.S. Lewis, in the last Chronicles of Narnia book.


"Listen, Peter. When Aslan said you could never go back to Narnia, he meant the Narnia you were thinking of. But that was not the real Narnia. That had a beginning and an end. It was only a shadow or a copy of the real Narnia which has always been here and will always be here: just our old world, England and all, is only a shadow or copy of something in Aslan's real world."

The quote goes on longer than that, but you get the general gist. It goes on to compare the old Narnia and the new Narnia to looking in a mirror and seeing a landscape behind you. Like, but not quite the same.

Two thoughts emerged from this quote. One is pure speculation, the other, might have a little more validity.

First thought: is our heavens and earth right now, a mere shadow and glimpse of the new heavens and new earth?

Do we like stunning scenery, high mountains, blue oceans, green pastures, white waterfalls, and thick forests, because somehow, someway, they are a glimpse of heaven?



As an outdoorsy, I get a good view of the whopping world that is out there that God has made  - 
But just imagine the new heavens and the new earth

Like I said, that is all merely speculation. it could be a legitimate speculation, but a speculation none-the-less.

The second thought, I think has a little more validity, and the more I think about it, the more it makes sense. 

How much of what we like about life, whether it be music, outdoors, sewing, or epic adventures, do we like them because somehow, without even realizing it, we like them because they somehow reflect the nature and personality of God?

This isn't a reprimand along the lines of 'liking things that only somehow are overtly reminiscent of God', this is meant to pose a possible reason why we enjoy life, because it points back to it's origin.   

Maybe we like the the tiny flowers on the side of the path, because somehow, they are a glimpse of  God. A glimpse of how even the tiny details, or the smallest obedience matters so much to him.   

Or how about the night sky? Maybe that is an insight to his vast creativity. 


Or maybe the reason we appreciate beauty in the first place is because God in himself is beautiful. 

We like people who are personable and can relate, because we know that God is personal, and relate-able. 

Or how about music?

(warning - all pieces reference here are some my personal favorites, so if you think there is a slight bias....you might be right)  

Maybe we like pieces like this, because we know God has a kind, soft heart towards those who are his. 

Or maybe we like sad pieces because Jesus himself wept at a friends death. 

And epic music - oh boy - maybe we like it because God has an epic plan for our life, if we merely obey him. 

And maybe we like majestic music, because it is a taste of what we will hear in heaven praising God. 

Maybe we like pieces that remind us of the memories and joys of home, because we know that God has made the home and family one of the key elements to his plan. 

All of you non - LOTR fans, just ignore the fact that this music is from there and enjoy the piece. You'll be glad you did. : ) 

Maybe, just maybe those are a tiny insight as to the nature of God. Just maybe. : )

I think there has to be something within mankind that we don't realize, that is naturally drawn to the things that reflect and mirror the nature and characteristics of God, despite the fact that they try to deny his existence. 

I think he gives us those things as extra reminders, as pointers, to remind us of him. 

But that is my theory, and no more than that. 

What things about the world and life remind you of the character of God?

Sunday, March 2, 2014


Ok, it's about time for another funny post. I do stretches of serious posts, and I have several serious posts cooking in the back of my cognition, but I felt like giving you all a good laugh today.

Subject matter?

Studio C. These guys came across my radar a while back, and I have become bigger and bigger fans of them ever since. Turns out they are Mormon, I believe (that could be wrong information....) But they have clean humor all the way around. These are some of my all time favorite by them.

Notice the guns in her cart?

Thanks a lot, Youtube. 

For all you Tolkien fans.

That explains a LOT....

This one is more profound than funny....

Stuff like that'll pop a man in shape in no time - 
Or pop a hole in him.

How the west was.....lost?

Think of this next time you fight.

Cultural differences 

Apparently I should worry more on my next hunting trip....

The Jar-Jar line did it.

Every little bit helps.

Seriously, how do they think of all these?

I hope you laughed. : ) Which was your favorite?

Friday, February 14, 2014

David Ronsick Fine Art

Well folks, It's official.

Like, really official.

A while back I asked for ideas on what my art business should be called - cause I was nowhere near any good ideas.  : )

Desert Rat hit gold with 'Mighty Fine Art'. I had to admit, it had a ring. A *nice* ring. And I was all gung-ho to do it too - except some little sneak somewhere in the world snuck up a site with that very name, no doubt minute before I tried - the little.....

Well, I'll try to be nice. : ) I didn't feel to strongly convinced that his artistic endeavors were *mighty*, but it certainly was.....unique. I will give him that.

So, after much counseling with titles battering about in my head, I settled on a slightly more simple and non-original title.

~ David Ronsick Fine Art ~

It also has a nice ring - A nice professional sound, like I'm somebody important or something. : ) It took me a while, but I've learned to like it.

Sorry Desert Rat, I tried.

So! Months of website stuff later, it's legit.

So go ahead - click on that 'Fine Art' button up top. Do it several times if you like - break it in for me.

And yes, those pictures are for sale. I'm officially in the art business, and officially open for custom drawings. All the info needed should be there on the site, so browse away and enjoy!

Thank God for getting me here, and here's praying for what he will do next.  

Friday, January 31, 2014

Soft Men

We've all seen the movies - ripped guy taking on millions of foes, wiping the field clean and dirt from his forehead. Sword swinging, guns blazing, bullets and blades seeming to bounce off of him as he does his daring deeds of duty. 

And then we've all seen the contrast. In some cases, stark contrast. 

No comments needed there. 

Anyway, with all the wimpy guys in today's society, the reformed circles have seen a shift away from the wimpy-Jimmy syndrome, and towards embracing a more masculine figure. We wear jeans and leather boots, with a tan on our arms, and a few scars here and there telling stories of braving the hazards of cattle chutes and sheep pens.

That was the country boy version, just for your information. Feel free to substitute whatever manly attributes you prefer to give you the proper mental picture.  

We have tried to shun that whole softie thing - were tough boys now. You can bounce rocks off our chest and watch us take on a charging sheep single handed. 

We are doing our best to restore the Biblical image of manhood, like David's mighty men of old. We don't usually run into 800 men in one sitting that all have the collective need of being given a one-way ticket to the other side of eternity, all stamped and signed with a sword swung by us - but we do our best to handle whatever runs in our way. 

Let me tell you, I am all for that. I am all for the muscles and camo and guts and glory, but I want to bring a slight caution to the wooden table where all the hot-chocolate of victory is drank and the war stories are swapped. 

Although there is such a drive in our society for soft men, there is also an equal force driving the society towards hard men - just hard in different areas. Surprisingly, the messages are coming from the same guy - the bad guy. 

Let me see if I can give you a visual.

Picture Dwayne Johnson.  

Dwayne in usually pictured in movies as a whopping tough dude - with big muscles, big guns, cool moves, and a 'you can't touch me' attitude. The picture perfect tough guy. 

But his hardness is instantly revealed - if you try to picture him holding a baby.


Wow - talk about a visual train wreck. 

Holding babies is too .... soft ..... for tough guys. That's just not for tough guys.

The hardness that runs from all appearance of weakness, tenderness, and sympathy, even down to holding a baby.

There is the hardness - an internal hardness - a cold hardheartedness that reaches out to modern men's actions, and gives us the impression that to be a tough guy means you have to be invulnerable on the inside - nothing can touch that core of....whatever is down there. Or actually, the real tough guys don't even feel - no feeling of happiness, pain, joy, heartache, remorse, guilt, or worst of all - love. 

Nothing touches heart strings - no blood, guts and gore, romance, reunions or relations - nothing penetrates. 

Folks, that was me. I was a plank in the outside, completely cut off from what was inside.

But this isn't about that whole 'letting the real you out' topic. This takes another - but similar topic.

It's about being soft with those who don't require lessons to be taught with a six-shooter or sword. People like your mom, your siblings, or if you are one of that privileged upper class, your wife.

1 Peter tells us to live with our wives in an understanding manner - and being as hard as nails towards them doesn't quite qualify.

I heard a girl say once - through a third party - that no girl wants a hard-hearted man. A man that is so cold-hearted towards his wife and kids that it drive them further and further away. Girls - wives - want love. Not sensual love, but the real kind - the kind that doesn't come from a hard heart.

In fact, God puts a boot in the seat of Israel several times for having hard hearts - granted, it was for having a hard heart towards God, but it still was a hard heart. Pharaoh had a whopping hard heart - look where that landed him!

My Pastor says often that our earthly relationships are a glance at our heavenly relationships. If we are being hard-hearted towards our family, our wives, or anybody for that matter, it probably is a good sign you are hard hearted towards God.

God urges us several times to soften our hearts, and warns that a stick-necked person who is corrected time and time again, will be destroyed once and for all 'and that without remedy'.

So this is kinda a warning - warning against being the Dwayne Johnson kinda tough, where we shun all appearances of tenderness and weakness, and go for the visual of a stone. Maybe that's how Dwayne Johnson got his nickname "The Rock".....

This is a call to be the kind of tough where you are tough on the outside, but are soft inside.

Soft men - it sounds so gross, but it actually is what God calls for.

I hope this doesn't sound preachy. : ) It's just been on my mind lately, and I thought I would throw it out there for you all. Sorta a random ramble.

This is just a reminder to be soft on the inside, soft to our wives and families, soft to the ladies in our lives, soft to the men in our lives, and most importantly, soft towards God. Let him guide you, and don't get hard towards him.

I was going to end this post with some fitting visual analogy about being soft on the inside and physically tough on the outside, but I couldn't think of any. Phooey.

So I guess I'll just end it here. : )


Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Ready to be a Mom?

So you gals out there all want to be moms some day - you up for the challenge? : D

Try not to die laughing - I nearly did. My parents gave up trying to understand me reading it to them.

Long live mothers! 
.... and look cheerful. :) 

Thursday, January 9, 2014


There is a a movie I enjoy - The Patriot as a matter of fact - that has a stunning line.

Benjamin Martin - Mel Gibson - is asked why he is not willing to fight nor vote to send other people to fight against the British. He says that he has a family to look after, and he has to take care of them. The man questioning him throws in a nailer.

"Mr. Martin, I thought you were a man of principle."

Mr. Martin swallows, and says 
"Apparently I don't have the luxury of principle,"
and sits back down.  

The luxury of principle - as if we can only stick to principle when it's sunny and balmy, and then eventually real life sets in and we have to enter the real world and compromise. 

I ran into that the other day. I had my first job interview, and had high hopes. Trying to get a good paying job so I can start towards getting a family going. I was qualified for the job, and could do well at it. 

I was offered an ultimatum - work on Sundays - or no job. I told him my stance - I was a Christian, and Sundays were important. I'll work long hours on any other day of the week - but I want Sundays for Church. He understood, but he had a business to run.

The luxury of principle - did I have it?

I was told that the line of work I was applying for was retail - with retail, the busiest days of the week are weekends - Sunday especially. If I was to work there, they needed me to come in when they needed me. After all, it wouldn't be fair to give me all Sundays off and none to the next guy. We have a business to run here, and we need you to be flexible on days. 

So I was told, as I sat in the managers office and pondered my next move.

Wow, that makes it sound more like a chess game doesn't it? 

Anyhow, I got a few days to think it over, and left in a pretty sobered mood. 

This post isn't meant to argue the point of whether or not you should work on Sundays - or whether or not the Sabbath is Saturday, should we move Church to Saturday, is Sunday a pagan thing, and all those interesting and time consuming topics. 

This is a post about what you believe in.

Basically, the situation came down to this - what you believe, or a job. Pick one, but they don't come together in these four walls. 

So, what do I do? I have lots of good sounding arguments both ways. One way, I will honor the Sabbath, attend the gathering of the saints, and stick to my (maybe naive) principle. The other way, I use my liberty on the Sabbath principle, and do the manly and Christian thing and start getting the preparations ready for marriage, provide for a family and such. 

Which side of the fence do I fall on? Either way I land has some rocks that won't feel so pretty.

But lets step back and look at this for a minute from a larger perspective. In reality, this is a tiny thing - it's just a job - this isn't life or death, food or famine situation. I don't have mouths to feed, or bills I can't pay. 

So what do I do with my conviction on Sundays? Does principle or practicality win the day? 

The situation boils down to a bigger issue than just jobs and Sundays though. It goes all the way back to something way bigger with way more potential. 

Your Character. 

There are two types of convictions. There is preference, and there is belief. Preference is my opinion of facial hair, jeans, makeup and music. I have opinions, backed with principle and a few verses here and there (and a few cases of sheer dogged determination...). 
Then there is belief. Stuff like Biblical patriarchy, purity before marriage, self defense, and yes, Church. 

Fudging on preference as the case may need, can sometimes be wisdom - sometimes not.  

Fudging on principle is downright deadly. 

Shaving isn't a sin - I don't like it but it isn't a sin. I could (God forbid.....) fudge on that. I believe makeup is OK on girls, and won't get all bent out of shape if someone says they think it is wrong. I think they are wrong, but hey, liberty is the right to be wrong...

Belief is something that we can never fudge on - ever. It's one of those things that is like a crack in a windshield - once it's there, you know it will grow, and grow, and grow, and grow.

Then shatter.

If you were willing to fudge on Sundays - which for the sake of argument, lets just call in the preference side, since we know God had given some liberty there in the NT -  what difference does it make? Really? What's the big deal?

I was even probably going to get afternoon hours, so I could get to stay through most of church, then just bug out for the last tiny bit. Did it really matter?

I decided it did.      

If I decided to compromise on my beliefs here, where would I be willing to compromise next?  If I was willing to fudge on the small beliefs, what would stop me from fudging on the big ones?  It was church this time - what if it was modesty the next time? What if was drinking the time after?

And what if it was my purity at stake the time after that? Would I have compromised so far already that I would have no ounce of moral spinal-cord left?

Once you start compromising, it is a slippery slide downwards towards mediocrity and spinelessness.
The windshield of your life will crack further and further till it finally shatters all over you and your loved ones, leaving everything a wreck.

People all over say to get along in the world - politics especially - people - those rigid legalistic Christians especially - need to learn to compromise. They say only when we set aside our personal beliefs and such and meet halfway, can we ever find a happy medium.

I say never on my watch.

I called the manager back yesterday, and told him thanks for all his time, but I would keep looking.

Thank God, I decided to stand on the little things. I don't regret it one bit, and will keep looking for jobs, knowing that God will provide when I do my best to honor him.

So this is a man/woman up post. Stand on your conviction, no matter the consequences, or no matter who doesn't stand with you. After all, you can't stand out if you fit in.

I have a line on the end of my emails, paraphrased from General Stonewall Jackson.

"Duty is ours - Consequences are God's"