Unprofessional treatment by Senator Conrad’s office

As I posted a couple of days ago, it’s pretty easy to call a Senator’s office. I’ve only done it on a few occasions when I’m really motivated about an issue, and this week was one of those times. Not one to give advice I won’t take myself, I followed up my post about calling our senators by placing such calls on my own behalf. I received two very different responses.

When I called Senator Dorgan’s office, I was taken through the usual procedure: a friendly voice answered the phone, I briefly told them that I want to urge Senator Dorgan to vote No on any cloture or vote of passage for the Amnesty Bill, as I call it. They thanked me for my opinion, asked for my name and mailing address so I could receive a response letter from Senator Dorgan, and we thanked each other and hung up. This is exactly how it’s been before. Conrad’s office, however, was different.

First off, the phone rang forever. I know it was within office hours in Washington, DC but I wasn’t surprised at the long wait; the Capitol switchboard was actually shut down due to volume of calls Thursday and I expected things to be busy when I called Wednesday.

Second, the voice who answered the phone sounded one third agitated and two thirds cocky. I said the same thing, that “I’m calling to urge Senator Conrad to vote No for any cloture vote or final vote on the so-called Amnesty Bill.” I simply received an annoyed “okay” or something to that effect. Waiting for them to ask my name, it wasn’t happening. I kept the conversation going by asking, “don’t you want to record my name?” They said sure, so I gave them my name and said, “I’m one of the Senator’s constituents.” At that point they cut the call short. No asking my address or phone number to verify or anything. This was unusual and, in fact, different from any other call I’ve placed to any of our congressmen.

I have no doubt that my comments never reached Senator Conrad. Even if they had, I doubt they’d have changed his mind; he votes like a Massachussetts liberal consistently, and only keeps an apartment in North Dakota to qualify for re-election (along with his cohort, Senator Dorgan.

In this case, North Dakota was completely irrelevant in the immigration debate; our two Senators cancelled each other out. I expected Senator Dorgan to vote against this, and I give him credit for doing so, although his motivation lies with his love of Big Labor. (If we can have Big Tobacco, Big Oil, and Big Pharmaceuticals, we can also label the union lobby Big Labor.) Senator Conrad, however, is another story.

Like I said, Senator Conrad votes like a Kennedy. His votes consistently fly in the face of the values and demographics of the people he was elected to represent. But at least his staff could have been professional and recorded my message for the Senator, which I don’t believe they did. I’m going to continue calling, but more importantly I’ll be voting AGAINST him in the next election.

Apparently orange is the new black

It’s not a conscious effort to keep posting photos of orange skies, really. It’s become a theme lately, simply because that’s what our skies have been doing. While folks in Dickinson, Williston, or Cavalier would probably argue that the two colors are inseparable, I jokingly describe orange as “the new black.” I don’t know if you have to be an artist to get that…maybe just watching Zoolander will get you there.

Time to exercise our representative form of government

Don’t think it can’t happen here: illegal immigration DOES affect North Dakota. Earlier this week:

Construction on the new community building in Lignite came to a standstill last week when the crew walked off the job.

Marlis Glaspey, co-chair of the Lignite Community Builders Corp., stopped at the building site on Lignite’s main street to check on the workers’ progress Wednesday morning.

“I asked them questions, but they said they didn’t speak English and just kept shaking their heads no,” said Glaspey.

Not thinking much of it, Glaspey casually questioned whether the workers were legal, which was again met with no response.

Glaspey said she then left, and returned about 10 minutes later to find the crew had abandoned the site.

“They left their tools, their coolers, and everything, they just up and left,” said Glaspey. “It was the darndest thing.”

The company from which the pre-fabricated building was purchased, High Country Sentinel Contractors, is based out of South Dakota.

Glspey [sic] said High Country subcontracted with a building crew from a firm in Colorado.

This week, the Senate will vote on the ludicrous piece of legislation they refer to as comprehensive immigration reform, but people from all over the political spectrum refer to as “The Amnesty Bill.” It’s Senate Bill 1639, and it’s bad news.

What we all need to do is call our senators today and tell them we want them to vote NO on this bill. We already have laws on the books regarding legal and illegal immigration, and just before the election last year they voted to build a border fence. So why do they need this? Because this will convert millions of people here illegally into legals. It’s a slap in the face of the rule of law and the sovereignty of our borders. It’s going to have dire consequences for our nation, too.

Have you ever called one of our congressmen to voice your opinion? It’s easy, it takes about thirty seconds, and their staff will record your call. They have to. You don’t have to argue your opinion or debate with the person on the other end of the phone; you simply tell them how you want the senator to vote. It’s quick, it’s easy, and it’s a shame it doesn’t get used more. Although with this monster of a bill, even the senate.gov website is slow from being swamped!

You can find out the contact information of our senators by clicking here but I’ll give you the phone numbers as the senate website is already kinda slow.

Dorgan: (202) 224-2043 or http://conrad.senate.gov/webform.html

Conrad: (202) 224-2551 or email him at senator@dorgan.senate.gov.

Don’t wait to to do it. Like I said, it takes thirty seconds, and they need to hear from us!

I’m gonna have a WHAT?

That’s right, PJ…you’re going to have a little brother! My wife had been urging that we wait until delivery to find out the gender of our upcoming baby. In fact, she even turned on the tears to convince me that we should wait to find out. After her ultrasound yesterday, the tech wrote down “boy” on a piece of paper and folded it up, sealing it with a piece of tape. Who do you suppose looked? Yes, she did!

So there I was at the wellhead one night…

One thing about taking sunset, sunrise, or Northern Lights photos: you need a suitable foreground object. I knew I wanted to try to get the sunset again tonight, since I was out and about at 9:30…but what to do for a noteworthy foreground? I was at a loss, so I did what I am prone to do: get on a gravel road and follow it until I see something. It didn’t take long.

Out in the middle of nowhere, as usual, I noticed this well sticking out of the grass on a hill, not far from the road. Since I have a nice telephoto lens and do NOT have permission from the landowner, I shot from the road. As it turns out, I think that was the best angle anyway. I grabbed a lot of different shots as the sun progressed downward, including quite a few with the sun gone entirely. Even then, the warm glow of the sky was just right.

Mission accomplished; I went from central Bismarck to a previously unnoticed wellhead in a matter of a few minutes, got a ton of really nice photos, and was back home in time to snuggle my boy before tucking him in for the night. Now it’s off to shovel a bunch of Cap’n Crunch cereal into my head, challenge my wife to our favorite board game, and try to forget the fact that I’d just cleaned and wet-looked my tires before this little journey. Dust from a dirt road sticks to a freshly armor-alled tire like sprinkles to a donut. I guess we’ll redo that tomorrow. As I strive to learn this new photography hobby, I’m willing to pay the price sometimes.

edit: I can’t decide if I like the tall version of this photo, or the wide one. Which do you guys prefer? Click below to add a comment.

Golden opportunity on the Missouri River

“Golden” was the color of the sky last night, and also how I would describe the opportunity to watch a dramatic sky with my lovely wife. We’d been out Geocaching earlier, and on our way back to Bismarck we decided to walk across the Memorial Bridge. The clouds to the north were quite cool, and the bridge itself isn’t going to be around much longer, so we decided to take a stroll out to the middle and watch the sunset.

Not only was the sun creating a pretty nice show to the west, but there was a pretty neat cloud formation to the east. Those clouds later became a thunderstorm that moved off to the northeast, but in this case they just provided a neat backdrop to the BSC hill.

In the mean time, things were starting to roll in the west. Literally. The low clouds were rolling, causing ripples of reflected light in the sky as they formed. Those same glowing ripples were reflected in the water below, making for a really nice scene.

This is the scene as things wound down, with the sun disappearing over the horizon and our departure back to the Bismarck side of the river. Aside from all the pigeon droppings, the Memorial Bridge really is a nice walk. With the sun setting so far north this time of year, it provides a great view up the river in the evening. If you haven’t taken advantage of this walk, you don’t have much longer! The new bridge is set to open next year, which means the demolition and removal of the current bridge. This could be the last summer we have to enjoy it.

Fallen Farm #13

A couple of weekends ago I journeyed north of Mandan on Highway 1806 on my dirt bike. Along the way I found some new entries for my Fallen Farm series. This particular building sits just off the road and has a few outbuildings behind it. One thing that’s unusual this year is that the area is so green now that we’ve had decent rainfall. The color of the grass and sky really offset the flat, dull brown buildings. The building shown here looked as though it was starting to develop a bit of a lean; if so, I wonder how long until it truly becomes a “fallen farm” forever?

International Space Station, space shuttle flyover last night

This was the scene at Fort Lincoln at around eleven o’clock Tuesday night. What you can’t see is me eating sunflower seeds and slammin’ Mountain Dew with my friend Jerry. What you can see, however, is a composite of four long exposures of the ISS and shuttle going past. The shuttle was a little behind the space station, as it is no longer docked. They were overhead for a minute or two, then went into the shadows before they hit the horizon. That’s why the left end of the trail kinda fades into obscurity.

These objects are BRIGHT in the night sky and travel very quickly. If you’re interested in more information on when the ISS may pass over Bismarck again (other than Thursday night at around 10:30) and see a photo of it streaking past the ND State Capitol Building, click here.

Caterpillar hill

I was out hiking around a friend’s land last week when we noticed a big fuzzy caterpillar in our path, climbing down a stalk of whatever plant grows so wildly out on that particular hill. Itching for a chance to use my Canon macro lens, arguably the sharpest lens Canon makes, I set down my pack and dug out the gear. This little fella wasn’t shy at all. He just took his time climbing around as I snapped away.

As I got ready to continue with the hike, I turned my pack over to find this guy on the back. Apparently I’d found a rather rude (from a caterpillar’s point of view) place to set down my pack, and he was transferred from his particular plant to the strap. I deposited him back on something green, took a few snapshots for his trouble, and moved along.

At that point I looked around and could see a whole army of caterpillars, which hopefully will mean a good crop of butterflies later on. It’s good to see things so vibrant on this hills, which are also greener than I’ve seen in recent memory. This is truly a wonderful Spring, with plenty of moisture to heal the parched land. If the caterpillars are any indication of the state of things, it loooks like our drought-stricken area is on the mend.

Happy Father’s Day

If there’s anything this country needs more of, it’s good fathers. These days if one turns on the Simpsons, Everybody Loves Raymond, or pretty much any other show, the dad is portrayed as dumb, immature, or even worse. Whether it’s a reflection or indoctrination, I’ll leave that for you to decide…but the fact of the matter is that there’s little glory in pop culture today for a dad who will stand up and be a man for his family. Too bad…who wants to be popular, anyway?

Fatherly advice is incredibly important to a boy’s development. I remember my dad telling me things practical things like how to work on the car or the house, matters of character such as how to treat my wife when I get married, and disciplinary lessons in the consequences of my actions. They took a while to sink in, but now that guidance is with me and shapes the way I am as a man.

Fatherly advice has always been important. In the book of Proverbs, King Solomon relays the following guidance from his father David:

4:3 For I was my father’s son, tender and only beloved in the sight of my mother.
4:4 He taught me also, and said unto me, Let thine heart retain my words: keep my commandments, and live.
4:5 Get wisdom, get understanding: forget it not; neither decline from the words of my mouth.
4:6 Forsake her not, and she shall preserve thee: love her, and she shall keep thee.
4:7 Wisdom is the principal thing; therefore get wisdom: and with all thy getting get understanding.

The advice David passed along to his son did not return void. Later on, when Solomon succeeded David as king of Israel, those words bore fruit. As depicted in I Kings chapter 3 and and II Chronicles chapter 1:

1:7 In Gibeon the LORD appeared to Solomon in a dream by night: and God said, Ask what I shall give thee.

1:10 Give me now wisdom and knowledge, that I may go out and come in before this people: for who can judge this thy people, that is so great?
1:11 And God said to Solomon, Because this was in thine heart, and thou hast not asked riches, wealth, or honour, nor the life of thine enemies, neither yet hast asked long life; but hast asked wisdom and knowledge for thyself, that thou mayest judge my people, over whom I have made thee king:
1:12 Wisdom and knowledge is granted unto thee; and I will give thee riches, and wealth, and honour, such as none of the kings have had that have been before thee, neither shall there any after thee have the like.

Solomon obeyed his father’s counsel, and was pleasing to God. The Bible talks about David as “a man after God’s own heart.” His advice to his son was to seek wisdom, and Solomon followed through. But what is wisdom?

The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom: a good understanding have all they that do his commandments: his praise endureth for ever. (Psalm 111:10)

I learned a lot from my dad; mechanical skills, practical common sense, and a fear of God. But it wasn’t until one day when I was helping him at a job site before my shift at the TV station when he told me, completely out of the blue: “You know, you’ll never get to heaven unless you accept Jesus Christ into your heart.” This was a real shock to me; I grew up in a strict Catholic environment, attending private schools with uniforms and knuckle-rapping nuns. I’d fallen away from church after college, but still feared God. I just didn’t know much about him, although I could recite the Catholic Mass in my sleep. So my dad’s words made me curious.

I started exploring the gospels and was completely astounded by what I read therein. I took particular interest in the book of Romans, which every Catholic should read. I found out that trying to “be a good person” or “work my way to heaven” was not going to cut it. I always figured if my scales tipped toward good more than evil, I’d be okay. I found out that my idea wasn’t in line with God’s plan at all.

In the Old Testament times, the Jews would have to sacrifice a lamb without a blemish or spot (Exodus 12:5, I Peter 1:19) to atone for their sins. These sacrifices covered their sins, but did not take them away. But under the new covenant of the New Testament, Jesus Christ became that sacrifice for all the world. Remember how he’s called the “Lamb of God, which taketh away the sin of the world.” The sacrifice for our sins has already been made, we just need to put our faith in that “free gift” (Romans chapter 5).

The Bible tells us that “and all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags” (Isaiah 64:6) and that “For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: Not of works, lest any man should boast” (Ephesians 2:8-9). Yet I was simply hoping that I’d been more good than bad, thinking that somehow that would make me go up instead of down someday. Talk about some uninformed thinking! And I knew none of this until the advice of my father pointed me in the right direction and I opened God’s word for answers.

After reading and discovering what the Bible says about our eternal salvation, I repented and put my trust in the sacrifice Jesus Christ made on my behalf. I realized that I was a sinner that had separated himself from God; that no good thing I do or sacrament I perform could make up for that sin; and that Jesus Christ had already died and risen from the dead so that I could claim victory over sin through him. I’ve now got assurance of a place in heaven someday; not because Clint did anything of note, but that I believe that Jesus did it for me.

If you are trying to be a good person today, that’s great. If you expect it to get you to heaven at the end of your earthly run, that’s not scriptural. Only by the belief that Jesus died on the cross for your sins as well as the sin of the world can you see him in heaven someday. Read the Bible; it’s simply amazing how God’s plan works, yet we’re all too busy or distracted to find out about it!

I’ve got some wonderful news to pass along to my little boy when he’s older. He’ll know that he doesn’t have to be a slave to sin all his life or try to work his way to heaven. He’ll grow up knowing that he has a loving God, an eternal Savior who has made a way for him. That’s far more important for a boy to learn than how to ride a bicycle or change the oil in the car. Don’t worry, he’s going to learn those things too.