Archive for September, 2009

A Positive Idea

Monday, September 21st, 2009

No problem has ever been solved by fixing blame. Most people think that by doing just that, they are home free, even though our problems are multiplying at a faster pace and are of greater severity.

We are a nation out of control, attempting to live with an ever-increasing flood of problems. We cannot change. We have to ride this runaway train all the way downhill because we don’t control the events. Events are controlling us. That is an out-of-control situation which the government caused because we elected its members to office. So let us, individually, blame ourselves. We had better. If we elect men who stand for principle — not weasily politicians — we can turn this thing around.

By the same token, we are using chemicals we would not need if we did things right. We are using pesticides we don’t need when we do the right thing. We are destroying the dollar, which is due to our stupidity and is totally unnecessary. We have structured our economy on debt, leaving it to our children and their children.

All of these problems are caused by destructive leadership and lack of personal responsibility. We only have ourselves to blame. However, blaming ourselves will not solve our problems. We, individually, must change. If I am not willing to change, I cannot expect anyone else to change.

“It has been said that men think as a heard, act as a herd, run mad as a herd, only to return to sanity — slowly — and then one-by-one.” This nation was founded on freedom. When we’re in debt, we cannot be free. We don’t have debt, but debt owns us.

I recently met someone outside who told me he was having a smoke. I told him, “You’re not having a smoke. The smoke has you.” Nobody can fool us as well as we fool ourselves. Let’s not say, “One Nation Under God” but first let us make it “One Nation Under God.” ~ Ed De Boer (March, 2007)

We Had Lunch

Thursday, September 17th, 2009

What follows are remarks by Walter Stormont from the Memorial Service for Ed De Boer, September 11, 2009 at the First Presbyterian Church in Bakersfield, California. These comments were followed by those of Ed’s nephew, Orange County Supervisor John Moorlach, and his beloved daughter Valerie.

My friend and colleague Ed De Boer taught me many things.  Among them:
“Getting old is not for sissies.” Also…
“You’ve got to play by the rules.” And finally…
“Cats make the nicest little road-rugs.”

Well, I can’t say I agreed with him on everything.

The first time I met Ed De Boer was at a businessmen’s luncheon in 2001. I sat at the same table and waited for this animated gent to finish a somewhat lively discussion with another businessman. It was something about the other man’s orange trees and how they needed something called “Agri-Gro.” And how Ed could supply it to him. Well, I don’t think the fellow was convinced to try Agri-Gro, but no one at that table could say that the dashing Dutchman didn’t attack the windmill head-on.

Then we had lunch and exchanged business cards… and for the next eight years, Ed De Boer and I had lunch. Along the way we accomplished a number of things. We wrote a book. We had lunch. We started a radio show. We had lunch. We made speeches and held seminars. We had lunch. We met with organic farmers, local representatives, educators, bureaucrats, “Return to Eden” radio listeners, and anyone else we could reel in. And we had lunch.

We tried to publish the aforementioned book, called “First Heal the Soil”, and pretty much failed… but that didn’t stop us from having lunch… usually at the DoubleTree restaurant. When I arranged for people to meet us there, and they hadn’t met us before, my instinct was to tell them, “We’ll be in a side booth… Ed is the one talking and I’m the one typing.” But somehow they figured that out anyway. And we had lunch.

Ed was a generous and hospitable man. He always paid for the meals. He bought me the equipment I needed, he supplied me with good transportation in the form of his big comfy pickup, and he gave me Christmas bonuses, like this outfit I’m wearing today. Ed believed in being businesslike… and dressing the part. In January of 2006 we made a day- and-a-half whirlwind round-trip to St. Louis so Ed could be interviewed for a documentary film. I don’t think the film has been released, but Ed cut quite a figure strolling through the Phoenix airport in his fancy suit, overcoat and old-world hat… he was probably the best-dressed person there. This was important business… he had to act like it. And even though Ed’s legs were starting to fail him, he insisted on walking and not using a wheelchair.

We made our connections with little time to spare, but Ed De Boer stood tall. In recent years, he was proud to tell people that he had divorced his wheelchair and orphaned his cane. In fact, he lived up to that credo even near the end when I took him to his next-to-last visit to the Emergency Room of San Joaquin Hospital. A nurse offered Ed a wheelchair, but he wanted to stand behind it and push… the same way he got exercise by pushing his wheelchair around the garden. In that hospital last month, Ed wanted to stay on his feet and walk in on the same legs that had served him so well for so long… and through so much. He reluctantly sat down in the wheelchair.

I’ll never forget the sight of Ed as I would pull up to take him to a radio taping and/or lunch. The garage door would slowly grind open and then here emerged Ed from the darkness in his sunglasses and blue blazer, clutching a folder full of talking points — and the latest edition of Acres-USA — as he shuffled forward with determination. In fact, sometimes somehow, even though Ed moved slower than me. (Okay, Ed… slower than I.) I found myself jogging to keep up with him. It was the oddest phenomenon.

My friend Ed De Boer personified determination. He personified honor. He personified faith and a real concern for this troubled world. He had a deep love for his adopted country of the United States — the one the Founders founded — and an even deeper love for his family. He often talked of his daughter (my new sister) Valerie, the wonderful job Alida did of raising her, and how delighted he was that she and George have the best grandchildren one could hope for. I was so happy that we got to visit them the week before Ed went to the hospital. I’ll always remember Grandpa Eddie sitting in a chair chuckling as Rebecca and I played a Disney card game on the floor, under a unique set of rules. And then we had to go…

Ed, I’m sorry you had to go, but I’m so proud to have known you and worked with you. I know there are some things we still wanted to do, but you kept trying, my friend… you fought hard all the way.

And we had lunch.

Remembering Ed De Boer

Monday, September 7th, 2009

Greetings, readers. I will forever be grateful to Ed De Boer for being my colleague and friend. We spent much time together… over lunch, traveling occasionally, recording radio programs, and watching Glenn Beck at Ed and Alida’s house. We even built a strawberry tree together, but that’s another story. In remembrance, here is a story I worked on about Ed until July, 2008. I planned to submit it to a newspaper, but I never quite heard Ed give his approval, so I sat on it… until now. I hope you like it, Mr. De Boer!

A Man with Something to Say

By Walter Stormont

Ed De Boer doesn’t like the term “crusader,” although people might call him that. He’s been called a rebel, a curmudgeon and “a voice crying in the wilderness.” It comes with the territory he blazes.

In his social alarm-sounding, Ed doesn’t go around looking for friends. When someone suggested he’s merely speaking his mind and letting the chips fall where they may, Ed corrected him.

“I’m trying to speak God’s mind,” Ed said over lunch at Lassen’s organic deli. “I may be somewhat handicapped because I’m a human being. I’m not perfect. I don’t want to claim that I know it all, but let me say this, all I know is the Truth, and that helps me to know more. And if I know something that’s not the Truth, I know nothing.”

In his writings, on the radio, on his website,, and in almost every conversation, Ed spares no sentiments. My greatest enemy is the government,” he said. “It’s greater than any foreign enemy. It violates the Constitution and has no regard for the individual or his rights. It’s time we told the government this is a nation of free men, and it’s time they learned to respect that.”

Ed personally experienced the most invasive government possible when he came of age in Nazi-occupied Holland. For three years, he and his brothers went into hiding to avoid conscription by the Germans. The young men frequently had to take refuge in a secret covered pit on their family’s farm. Fortunately, perhaps miraculously, they all survived.

Ed will never consider himself retired. He always has work to do, not the least of which is tending to his vast backyard garden. The task has become considerably more difficult recently as Ed’s legs and eyes aren’t what they once were.

Career-wise, Ed De Boer has been a dairyman, a salesman, a political leader and the owner of a unique company in Idaho. I developed a business of distributing cheese whey that became quite successful,” he said, “to the point where people from Minnesota, California, Canada, Germany, France and Ireland, among other places, came to look at my operation. It was the only commercial whey marketing business in the United States.” The company was called VAE, after the family’s first initials… daughter Valerie, wife Alida and Ed.

“In August of 1976, VAE sold and transported 24 million pounds of whey,” Ed recalled. “Most people fed it to their cows. After all, you are what you eat!” He attributes the death of this business to “government stupidity” in the form of the 1985 dairy buyout.

Ed’s one-hour radio program, “Return to Eden” is heard Saturdays on two stations, ESPN 1230-AM (at 8 a.m.), and KERN 1410-AM (6 p.m.), and again on KERN at midnight Sunday night. He describes the program as an “information show.” It includes plenty of discussion of politics and current events, and he also takes time to promote a soil amendment, Bountiful Harvest, as well as Acres-USA magazine, Wormsworth fertilizer and Organic Pastures raw milk.

“Return to Eden” has aired since January 2006, and no one pays Ed to do it. The broadcast is financed out of his own pocket. He does it because he believes in honoring God and the natural way of life. His product promotions are done out of a belief that they are items that can help us “return to Eden.”

Meeting or visiting with Ed De Boer entails not so much a conversation as an education. Small talk need not apply. His oft-repeated credo, and the title of his upcoming book, is “First, heal the soil.”

Once we get in touch with nature and learn how it functions, and then follow and execute that plan, we will eradicate most of our problems,” Ed said. “The people who do that have a minimum of problems. The only problem they have is government. We have a government against raw milk but which recommends milk and meat from clones. And now we are beginning to feel the wrath of nature. Bees are disappearing… I haven’t seen a robin lately… I used to have doves all over the place; now I hardly see one. I occasionally hear a mourning dove. Very appropriate! I used to wake up to a concert of song birds, and all I pick up anymore is the screech of a blue jay or the curse of a crow.”

Ed De Boer came to the United States in 1950 and has been a citizen since 1953. He owned a dairy in Orange County, where he became good friends with Walter Knott, his mentor in Republican politics. In the mid-1960s, Ed was twice elected to the Orange County Republican Central Committee without so much as campaigning. However, he didn’t like the way the party was going, suggesting that it should have been more media-savvy, among other things. Now a political independent, he says, “I didn’t leave the Republican party… the party left me!” He and Alida have resided in the Oaks area of Bakersfield since 2000. Their daughter Valerie, her husband George and their three children live in Pasadena. Thoughts of his daughter and family bring Ed his greatest joy. There lies the future of America. Family, faith and freedom.

Very few Americans have experienced what Ed De Boer and his family did before he got here, praying that the German soldiers who invaded their land would not discover the brothers huddled in their shallow pit. The boys came close to suffocating, and to this day Ed is claustrophobic. “What this country needs is five years of enemy occupation by an enemy with no scruples, who doesn’t care whether you live or not,” he said.

Ed laments a cramped and cold studio, too, but each taping of “Return to Eden” goes quickly. When engaged in conversation, he makes an hour pass with barely enough time to say, “Start a garden!” as producer “Hop” counts down the final seconds with hand signals and clenches his fist to say, “Time’s up.”

Ed  is just as focused when crafting a hearty, healthy salad at Lassen’s — filling the deep plastic lid, not the plate — and he takes his time enjoying it, cutting it up like a steak. It’s a sweet, crunchy tub of Mother Nature’s best.

“I’ve got three kinds of greens here, two types of lettuce and some baby spinach,” he describes it, “and then I put on a couple wedges of tomato, some cauliflower, and some onions, broccoli… a little bit of bleu cheese, a little bit of cheddar, a little bit of Parmesan.” It’s a far cry from today’s popular diet. “You get a double cheeseburger with a Diet Coke, that’s America,” Ed said.

While feasting on the salad, Ed continues his conversation on American life when a stranger stops by the table. Your voice sounds very familiar,” the man says. “Do you do a radio show?” After a short conversation, Ed hands the departing man his business card. “See? The message is getting out there,” Ed says, “and I hope so, because that’s the only reason I’m doing these things.”

Find a Leader

Wednesday, September 2nd, 2009

“Find a leader.  If you can’t find one, be one.”

Those were the words of Chief Crazy Horse, spoken to his sons.  If we study history, we see that we’ve had leaders who caused their nations to be exalted, and we’ve had leaders who caused their nations to be destroyed.

The difference is that those who exalt a nation are men of wisdom, without guile.  As it states in two separate verses of Proverbs: “righteousness exalts a nation… but when the wicked rule, the people mourn.”

Today, we have reason to mourn because of what we perceive to be our leaders.  In the last six to seven decades, this nation has gone down in the prestige and respect of other nations.  America, like the American dollar, was once the highlight of the world.  That is why it drew so many people from so many countries, to come to America where they could dream and work to achieve that dream.

Presently, we see that dream slowly but surely turning into the nightmare that comes with socialism and its ideas.  We are cursed with self-righteous leaders who believe they have the answers and don’t need to tune in to an almighty God who is the wellspring of Truth and wisdom.

The greatest curse that can befall a nation is the inability to recognize leadership, I mean good leadership.  Today we have more history to rely on to guide us than all generations before us, yet we totally ignore all of the wisdom that has guided this nation for so many years… wisdom that maintained a level of sanity within humanity.

Today we seem to want to stoop to the lowest level of humanity, which will bring with it the consequences of destruction that have befallen those nations who chose leadership not in tune with Creation nor with the Creator.

The only hope we have is to humble ourselves before our Creator and beg forgiveness for our folly and dedicate ourselves to the cause that ennobled this nation in its conception.

Truth is but one.  And the road to Truth is narrow.  There are no deviations, for all deviation leads to destruction.

Our nation is on the wide path to destruction, and quite frankly, I don’t think we’ll straighten things out until calamity hits.  That’s when great men come to the fore.  We owe it to those who went before us, and those who will come after us, to commit ourselves totally to that cause which ennobles a nation.  ~ Ed De Boer