This about sums it up…

Quote of the … month?  (Maybe longer at the rate I've been posting lately!)*

"It’s a fundamental God-given right, and recognized as such in the constitution.  Hence, you must tread carefully on this terrain."

Lot's of wisdom to be found over at the Captain's Journal.  Thanks for all the great reads Cap'n!

When you break it all down, the debate kinda fades into the background as just so much white noise.  Pass whatsoever laws you want.  Institute whatsoever programs and policies by whatever method you choose.  It doesn't matter one bit.  Not to me.  

I will never be disarmed.  

Meet the new boss - same as the old boss

Hat tip at UnsavoryAgents


Matt Bracken walks the walk

“When you start getting a little bit worried about posting something on the internet, that’s the exact time when you’ve gotta be standing tall.”

Matt Bracken

Now take a couple of minutes and watch this.  Narration begins about 2:30 something…

One of things that won't make the news

… but they happen all around you nonetheless.

I am told that a young man whom I have not met, and only know thru his mother, last night put himself in serious harm’s way.  The fellow recently left the Marines, and has a wife and infant daughter.  Yet he saw fit to charge into the shadowy corner of a gas station lot to literally rescue a young white girl being attacked by four black men.  Their intentions are presumed to be unlawful, immoral, obscene, and deserving of being shown the exit from this world – right there, right then.

Our hero ingratiated himself into this … situation… with only his bare hands.  He gained a wholly different form of physical knowledge than that which the brothers had in mind for the lady.  I am to understand his only damage is a seven or maybe eight inch scratch where some sort of knife or implement was thrust at him, and he managed to twist aside and catch only a glancing impact.  It could have been so incredibly worse. 

Let me just say here that I am thankful that the lady was saved, and the former Marine Sergeant is whole and unscathed.

I fault this fine young man for being in a position that left an honorable man with no other choice but to risk his life for the life of a stranger.  He should have been armed, and thus he would have been in a position of much less risk to himself, but also to have presented the appropriate exit I spoke of earlier to the aspiring rapists.  I’ll give a little bit of credit to MMA training, but really all of the credit belongs to Almighty God who decided that this young man would live to see his daughter grow up. 

I congratulate him on his honor and undeniable bravery.  I implore him to stack the deck in his favor with something weighing about 180 grains or higher, and something that doesn’t leave the brass to be picked up.  911 is not your friend.

Edited to add: a .22 in hand is better than a bazooka at home.

Quote of the Day

"When it comes to centralized national power, their fake money trumps your vote every time."

Tom Baugh

In context


Some pictures I took at Gettysburg this weekend

They found remains here as recently as 1997

Arkansas' monument shows its troops trampling someone.  Now who do you reckon that is?

In these woods the 20th Maine defended Little Round Top against as many as five assaults by the 15th Alabama in the deepening twilight of July 2nd, 1863.  The Alabama troops had been marching half the  night and all day to get there; 26 miles in all.  With no time allowed to even fill their canteens with water they were thrown into the fight. The Mainers had marched about 15 miles in the hours leading up the battle as well.

It's on this precise rock that Colonel William Oates, Alabama's Commander, says his own brother was killed during the assault.  Colonel Joshua Chamberlain who commanded the 20th Maine says no, the Alabaman's never reached that far.  The monument commission sided with Chamberlain.  No monument was ever raised for the 15th Alabama on the spot of their struggle with the 20th Maine.

The Devils Den as seen from the top of Little Roundtop.  That's 500 yards away!  On the afternoon of the July 2nd, Confederate snipers likely hidden among the rocks there managed to shoot Brigader General Stephen Weed in the chest as he stood on Little Roundtop.  Almost to prove the first shot was no fluke, only a few moments later Weed's artillery commander Lt. Charles Hazlett was leaning over his dying commander and was himself shot in the head.  He died instantly and General Weed expired of his wounds later that night.

Read the sign placed at the scene and note how its author says the Confederates were "only 500 yards" away.  I'd like to see that guy make a head shot with TODAYs rifles at 500 yards - under fire!

Here's the view from Devils Den looking up at Little Round Top.

Here's a view of The Wheatfield.  By the end of the second days's fighting this 16 acre parcel of ground was covered in dead and dying.  It changed hands between North and South about four times.

Across this 1000 yard stretch of open ground 15,000 Southerners advanced under heavy rifle and cannon fire.  They broke through the line and advanced only a short distance before being repulsed.  Less than half the men that when up that gentle incline ever came back down.  The Copse of Trees in the center of the photograph was their goal.  It became forever known as the Highwater Mark of the Confederacy.

Here's the same field but seen from the yankee perspective.  This photo was taken the following morning and the weather had changed more to fit the somber nature of the place.

Deo Vindice

Misc meanderings while waiting on a flight

I spent the last couple of days in Washington DC on business. Words cannot express how uncomfortable it was for me to be here in the "belly of the beast"!  Suffice it to say that I am pleased to be boarding my flight out of here this morning. Oh God just get me back to the Deep South where I belong!

While I wait to board, I thought to share a few of my experiences here.

Sat next to a thoroughly obnoxious NY lawyer at dinner on Monday night. At some point during the evening he felt it necessary to share his opinion of Southerners.  Among the comments he made were:

"I think they must all wear coonskin caps"
"Slow talking ... Slow thinking"
"What a bunch of Hillbillies!"

Had it not been a guaranteed damper on my career, I would have punched the green-toothed bastard right on the mouth.

Part of my time up here included a tour of the Gettysburg battlefield.  I stood at the so-called Highwater Mark where there is a memorial on the spot where General Armistead fell mortally wounded. This man died, along with thousands of other Confederates, to free himself from the domination of Imperial Washington. And some representative of Boobus Americanus had placed there a … wait for it … US flag! I removed that foul thing with extreme prejudice.

So my final thought for this morning: DC has gone the way of Miami. White, English speaking Americans are in extremely short supply here. This is an utterly foreign city! It is a picture of the future. The same Gooberment that believes it can serialize and track every individual round of ammunition manufactured, simultaneously insists that it's impossible to control immigration!

The years ahead are going to be very bleak indeed.


Too Stupid to Breathe

Why is America becoming a tyranical police state?  Because our dumb-asses WANT it that way!

Nineteen surveys which prove that much of America can't pour piss out of a boot!

Our goose is SO cooked.


Can someone explain this to me?

So I'm doing a little family tree work right?  And I find an ancestor who died at Camp Morton, a  Union Prison Camp in Indianapolis, Indiana.  During the War of Yankee Aggression there were over 1,700 Confederate POWs that died at Camp Morton.  These men are buried at Crown Hill Cemetery.

A Wikipedia article tells us that this is "a number considerably lower than most Union Camps".  Yet, between 1863 and June 1865, the camp's population saw an average of 50 deaths a month from disease, hunger, and exposure.  Clearly Camp Morton was a horror.

Private James H. Eidson died there shortly after Christmas in 1864.  He left behind a wife and as many as eight children who never learned of their father's specific fate.  All they knew for sure was that he was sick when captured at Kennesaw Mountain.  Beyond that he was simply never heard from again - as testified in the widow's pension application of 1891.

So you can imagine dear reader how pleased I was to find this man's final resting place.

What a nice place to wait for Judgment Day eh?  But wait…

Look a little closer.  What's that?

An American Flag?  At the grave of 1700 Confederates?

There's another one!

Really? Is this appropriate?  In what universe does this make sense?

I realize that everything Southern is now being castigated and denigrated, and the Confederate Flag is routinely attacked and vilified. Crapping on the South is the "in thing" these days.  But placing the flag that these men FOUGHT AGAINST on their graves!  Really?

Somehow if it were possible to talk to this particular ancestor of mine, I'll bet you anything that he'd take a dim view of his resting place being decorated with the US flag.

I have another ancestor who survived the Yankee invasion, but lost an eye at the Battle of Atlanta.  But that still didn't remove him from the fight.  However his leg was badly crushed a couple months before the surrender while riding a troop-train that derailed in eastern Alabama.  Something tells me he wouldn't appreciate his grave being festooned with a US flag.

Lastly I have an ancestor killed at the Battle of Kennesaw Mountain.  That man left behind a wife and nine children.  That woman and her kids lived in a pine bark hut the winter of 1865.  You put a Yankee flag on his grave and his corpse might just jump up and punch you right in the mouth!

These men fought for their country - Georgia.  Their country was raped, pillaged and burned by the likes of this war criminal, and their descendants have all been programmed to love the Tyrant.  I suppose the final insult of having a US flag waving over their grave was to be expected.

Here's my last word on the subject.


Quote of the Day

I'm sure that by now you've heard the controversy over the rodeo clown appearing in an Obama mask at the Missouri state fair.  How dare anyone actually lampoon a sitting president!  Imagine that!  And worst of all, how dare anyone make fun of our historic first "black" president!  I hear the Fair announcer and the rodeo clown have been banned forever from the Missouri State Fair, and the hand wringing over the evils of racism will go on for days and days.  [gag, puke]

Keep it firmly in mind that there is only ONE thing you need to consider about OWEBongo.  Forget his policies, his ideology, his piss-poor record, his lack of accomplishments, his penchant for stumbling from scandal to scandal, his total incompetence.  Just remember his SKIN COLOR.  That's it.  That's the ONLY thing that matters!

Anyhow… I could rant on all day about this manchurian candidate who rules over us like Napoleon.  Here's a quote I stumbled over that really resonated with me to the point where I almost resonated my coffee all over the screen!

"Comparing Obama with a rodeo clown is a ridiculous assertion. A rodeo clown would have done his best to save those 4 cowboys in Benghazi."