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A reader commented on the cartoon about my cartoon depicting the democratic party as being a union flack.  (see new toons)

He asked: "Why so much concern...the U.S. Chamber of Commerce and the Koch brothers will protect you!"

Here's my response:

No, I don't expect them to protect me.  I expect their self-interest would protect my tax dollars...assuming they aren't government shills..like Goldman Sachs or General Electric.  

 

Let's see if this idea connects:  When one party, either Democrat or Republican, takes money from a special interest, it has the potential to corrupt our system of government.  The corrupt politician gets power in exchange for favored treatment he/she might grant to the enterprise.  Do we agree here?  

 

Just as a side issue, I don't have any problem with private companies protecting their own self interest by hiring someone to petition (lobby) government to work on their behalf.  We now have a government which is into picking winners and losers in the marketplace.  Corporations have a right to defend themselves just as private individuals do.  

 

If a public union (which after all is a special interest) exchanges their member's money for power, who is the big loser? Wouldn't it be the taxpayer who is not connected to the union?  

 

If say, Republican Airlines gives the Republican party gobs of cash in expectation of favored treatment, I can decide whether to fly that airline or not.  Right?  I would pick an alternative airline on principle and my own self interest.  I would assume the price of the airline ticket would be reflected by the company's bad judgment.

 

If the teacher's union gives a gob of money to the Democratic party, where are people going to send their children to school if they can't afford a private alternative?  

 

Shouldn't both democrats and republicans be looking out for ALL working people who keep the government in business?

 

 How about it?  Chuck

 
 
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It was early October, 1973.  I was in Denver looking for a gig in a mall as a caricaturist for the Christmas season.  My home was in Taos, N.M. but I had lost my job as a teacher and was now making ends meet by doing caricatures, mostly on college campuses. 
I arrived in Denver by bus and was concerned about my double life.  I was an elder in a main-line protestant church in Taos, a respected member of the religious community, a husband and father in a wonderful family.  Yet when I got away from all of that in Taos I lived a different kind of lifestyle in the city.  I was a hypocrite in my own eyes.  It was a bad place to be and it finally dawned on me that I was powerless to rid myself from that servitude to my flesh. 
I prayed that night and asked God, who ever he was, to forgive me.  To my surprise, I felt forgiven.  Whoa!
The next evening, is was standing at a bus stop in Englewood waiting for a bus to take me back to my room at the downtown YMCA.  A car stopped and backed up. In the car was my old friend and former boss, Peter Brock.  We worked together at the Taos News.  Peter, back then, was the editor of the paper and played the pagan role in our relationship.  I was supposed to be the Christian. 
He recognized me standing there in the dark at a bus bench on a busy street.  He asked me what I was doing there.  I told him I was going back to my hotel room.  He offered to take me there. 
As I rode with him I asked him where he was going…to a “Prayer meeting”?  (chuckle, chuckle)  You see,  I had heard that Peter had got mixed up with a bunch of “Holy Rollers” in Denver.  He said he WAS going to a prayer meeting and asked me if I would like to come along. 
I declined the invitation, not wanting to do anything “weird”, but had second thoughts when I thought about what happened to me the night before. 
So I went to the prayer meeting.  It was a bit weird…people where holding up their hands and speaking in strange languages.  Yet, I felt strangely comfortable with that.  It seemed these worshipers really believed that God was present with them. 
At the end of the service the worshipers were gathered singing “Amazing Grace” at the front of the Church.  I was standing at the back and very conflicted.  I wanted to lift up my hands in the sanctuary but didn’t want to do anything “weird”.   It dawned on me then that I didn’t even trust the Lord enough to allow him to lead me in the worship of Himself.  THAT was weird.   
So I lifted up my hands in the sanctuary and felt I was in the presence of God. Jesus stood before me, high and lifted up and I touched the hem of His cloak.  I somehow felt like the woman with the issue of blood  (Mark 5:24-34).  This was amazing to me.
I was amazed because I realized Jesus was not dead, he was alive and desired to be with me.  My life was changed at that moment. 
Since then I have had many exciting adventures with Him.  There also has been many times that I failed to follow him.  Yet he has forgiven me and keeps challenging me, to this day, to participate in His great work on Earth . 
I know I have eternal salvation because I believe in Him (John 6:29).  However, I still struggle to do the things he has commanded me to do.  I figure everyone does that.  We are, after all, human.  But His Spirit lives in me.  And many rewards await those who choose to participate in His Kingdom work.  
Jesus has invited those who believe in Him to do the work that was started from the very beginning…to reconcile man, God’s creation, to the Holy and Living God. 
So now I’m 68 years old and have known Jesus for 38 years.  It’s been a wonderful adventure.
I'd be happy to respond to any questions anyone might have.    
 

Blessings in Him,  Chuck Asay,  Colorado Springs  

 
 
I have never really known what a blog is.  Daryl Cagle invited me, one time, to write a little something for his blog to tell his readers where I get my religious, right-wing wacko ideas….which I did.  I think I got a little feedback on my long-winded sermon, but I forgot to keep track of it. 

So here I am, 68 years old, and just entering into the 21st century…(or is the 22nd now?)

I’m now tech-savy enough to handle e-mail and I’m able to send my cartoons to Creator’s Syndicate via the net.  I can do photoshop shading on my ink and brush renderings so I don’t have to buy the expensive half-tone paper anymore.  My daughter, Amy, has helped me set up the web site you are looking at right now so you are witnessing my first attempt at a blog.  

All this is to say, if you choose to make comments about my stuck-in-a-time-warp, wordy cartoons and my old-fashioned ideas, please be gentle and patient with me.

“What makes me want to enter this digital mine field when I’m safe and secure with my Social Security check coming in regularly,” you  ask?

The answer is, “I don’t think God is done with me yet.”

I’m entering my “sage” stage so I believe I still have something interesting to say to anyone who might want to listen.  I’m also open to hope and change in my personal worldview.  Believe it or not, people have actually said something to me that  makes sense.

So, here we go.  Thanks for looking at my stuff.  Your comments are invited.

Chuck Asay