Hat tip to Mr Codrea at The War on Guns for pointing this out!
What I believe
I believe that what I am witnessing in my own country absolutely disgraces the memory of those that sacrificed everything so that we could secure the blessings of liberty.
I believe the founding of this nation was a miracle,and unprecedented in human history.
I believe we have failed ourselves by not being jealous enough of our own freedom.
I believe democracy is incompatible with the concept of individual or minority rights.
I believe this nation was established as a constitutional republic.
I believe that individual rights are the reason this nation was founded and that any attempt to deny any individual their rights is an overt act of aggression.
I believe that self-defense is a fundamental,basic human right,and all arms control laws stand in opposition to that fact and are illegitimate.
I believe in self ownership and that no one has the authority to tell anyone what they may or must consume or purchase.
I believe that this country hasn’t operated under a free market system in over one hundred years.
I believe the failings we see in our economy today are the failings of socialism.
I believe what they call a public-private partnership today used to be called by its proper name,Fascism.
I believe that taxation of wages or income is modern day slavery.
I believe there is no such thing as a free lunch.Someone always pays the bill.
I believe that our own government is a much greater threat to our liberties than any group of individuals on the other side of the planet could ever be.I believe history bears out that fact.
I believe that at least 90 percent of what our federal government does is unconstitutional.
I believe that Madison was right when he said that if tyranny ever comes to these shores,it will be in the guise of fighting a foreign enemy.
I believe Thomas Jefferson was right on just about everything.
I believe Ronald Reagan did Americans a great disservice by banning open carry of firearms in California during his tenure as Governor,and by signing the Gun Control Act of 1986 as President.
I believe that we are witnessing the last vestiges of human freedom being stripped from us by evil conniving men and women who cloak their intentions with lies of fairness,equality,tolerance,moderation and sustainability.
I believe that those who wish to remain free must realize the truth that people can only be persuaded by reason or force.That when free men refuse to compromise their liberty,evil men ALWAYS resort to force,and that force must be met with force.
I believe that We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. — That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, — That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.
(I didn’t write that last bit,but I believe it nonetheless).
I believe the hour is getting late…
THE RIGHT TO KNIFE
Not for the faint of heart (but hopefully - no one who reads here is faint of heart any way!)
The phone by my bed rang insistently and I was yanked from my pleasant dream into hearing my company’s alarm service telling me that there were multiple motion sensors being activated at my office; the police had already been notified.
I jumped out of bed, pulled on my britches (the ones that did NOT contain my wallet with my DL and CWP) and headed for the door. The clock on the wall said 12:17 a.m.
My 21 year-old son was still up playing video games and I asked him if he wanted to respond to what seemed to be an obvious break-in at my office. He quickly dropped his game controller and grabbed his Glock and we headed out the door.
Twelve urban miles, and 18 minutes later we rolled up into the parking lot and found that there was a power outage in the area; everything was pitch dark except for a few battery powered lights inside the building.
There were no police to be seen as we circled the building looking for signs of forced entry. After a few minutes, and a brief discussion between us of how neither one could prove our identity (he’d left his wallet at home too), we wondered whether we ought to back off - or go in.
That’s about the time we spotted Barney Fife’s spotlight down the street searching for the address – and going the wrong direction.
Let’s do this.
We entered the front entrance and locked the door behind us. No sense in allowing Barney to come back and enter the building behind us!
By this point the power outage is no longer even on my mind. There is sufficient lighting from the emergency lights that we can see well enough. What IS on my mind are the three previous burglaries we’ve had in the previous eight years, one of which where the burglar surgically removed a pane of glass from an out of the way spot not easily seen from the parking areas.
I disable the audible alarm and we both think we hear something in the ensuing silence. Carefully we make our way down the main hallway with flashlights and pistols at the ready.
Suddenly the power comes back on.
In a microsecond the building goes from being quiet as a tomb to the sound of dozens of printers, copiers, fax machines, and PC’s powering up. In just a second or two it registered what was happening. But for the first half of that initial second as we listened to whirring, clicking, and assorted and sundry odd sounds from all around us, there was an involuntary puckering of the anus accompanied by the hair on the back of our necks standing straight up!
We cleared the building with no further incident and locked up and left.
The police department never made an appearance, and on the way home we had a good laugh at ourselves, but for that split second we both agreed:
“That scared the sh*t outta me!”
Man facing 105 years in prison for shooting at would-be thief
UPDATE: They've dropped the charges, but too late to recover ANY semblance of a normal life.
As you might imagine, this is the talk of the day around my office. The #1 big boss man then told me that last weekend the son of the #2 big boss man was laying on his couch dozing on a Sunday evening. His wife was in the shower. A sneak thief eased into the house thru an unlocked sliding glass door and tiptoed right past the man sleeping on the couch. He was awakened to the sound of his wife’s screaming as she encountered a strange man standing in her bedroom when she came out of the shower. The crook bolted past the dazed homeowner and was gone in a flash.
I hear that the FBI’s crime statistics report shows crime steadily decreasing these days… but that’s certainly little comfort to these homeowners who have had their very sense of security ripped away.
Come into MY home uninvited, and I promise you… if I am there, you will die a most wretched death!
Unfortunately, the Empire doesn’t practice the same degree of honor that it preaches for its war dead. Whether its gross mismanagement at the cemetery, or equally gross mismanagement at the mortuary, America’s war dead are not given the careful treatment and respect we’ve been taught they deserve.
The FOP is coming down on the side of the Miami Cop, and FHP is standing by their patrolman.
A cursory read of the various comments trailing these articles reveals that the cops (as expected) are all firmly of the mindset that one cop should cover another cop – no matter what!
Conversely, the typical citizen commenter sees cops as being subject to the same laws they are subject to.
The patrolwoman Donna Watts is taking some fierce fire from her fellow officers it seems. She obviously has more belief in her principals than the typical tax feeding state-pensioner wanna-be.
Kudos for her I say!
Demand one: Restoration of the living wage. This demand can only be met by ending “Freetrade” by re-imposing trade tariffs on all imported goods entering the American market to level the playing field for domestic family farming and domestic manufacturing as most nations that are dumping cheap products onto the American market have radical wage and environmental regulation advantages. Another policy that must be instituted is raise the minimum wage to twenty dollars an hr.
Demand two: Institute a universal single payer healthcare system. To do this all private insurers must be banned from the healthcare market as their only effect on the health of patients is to take money away from doctors, nurses and hospitals preventing them from doing their jobs and hand that money to wall st. investors.
Demand three: Guaranteed living wage income regardless of employment.
Demand four: Free college education.
Demand five: Begin a fast track process to bring the fossil fuel economy to an end while at the same bringing the alternative energy economy up to energy demand.
Demand six: One trillion dollars in infrastructure (Water, Sewer, Rail, Roads and Bridges and Electrical Grid) spending now.
Demand seven: One trillion dollars in ecological restoration planting forests, reestablishing wetlands and the natural flow of river systems and decommissioning of all of America’s nuclear power plants.
Demand eight: Racial and gender equal rights amendment.
Demand nine: Open borders migration. anyone can travel anywhere to work and live.
Demand ten: Bring American elections up to international standards of a paper ballot precinct counted and recounted in front of an independent and party observers system.
Demand eleven: Immediate across the board debt forgiveness for all. Debt forgiveness of sovereign debt, commercial loans, home mortgages, home equity loans, credit card debt, student loans and personal loans now! All debt must be stricken from the “Books.” World Bank Loans to all Nations, Bank to Bank Debt and all Bonds and Margin Call Debt in the stock market including all Derivatives or Credit Default Swaps, all 65 trillion dollars of them must also be stricken from the “Books.” And I don’t mean debt that is in default, I mean all debt on the entire planet period.
Demand twelve: Outlaw all credit reporting agencies.
Demand thirteen: Allow all workers to sign a ballot at any time during a union organizing campaign or at any time that represents their yeah or nay to having a union represent them in collective bargaining or to form a union.
These demands will create so many jobs it will be completely impossible to fill them without an open borders policy.
GR4U - These idiots want all the conveniences of living in a 21st century First World nation with none of the individual responsibilities associated with such a society!
Having just finished reading Mark Steyn's After America, which includes an in depth look into declining Western birthrates contrasted starkly with rising Islamic and African birthrates, it occurred to me that I'm actually in the process of stocking up on Americans.
The Marines (as I assume is true of the other services) have a very long memory. If you ever screw up - it's never forgotten. There's an old saying: One aww shit wipes out a hundred attaboys. But in the service, one aww shit tends to wipe out all past AND future attaboys! And so I checked in to a new duty station and found myself very nearly a pariah among my "brother" Marines.
However there was a crusty old Staff Sergeant who watched me for a time, took my measure as a Marine, and decided that I was one of the good guys. He took me under his wing made me feel like I was still part of the team. That is NOT to say he coddled me. Far from it! He was a demanding hardass who had no compunctions about straightening out human error by getting loud and in your face. But he evaluated a man on his conduct in the here-and-now, as opposed to what one had done in the dim misty past.
For the record, my "crime" was to have a woman in the Marine House - a woman I eventually married and had two kids with. The Corps can be quite prudish you see.
Ssgt Dennis Hendry had once been a drill instructor on Parris Island. His tour of duty was not successful and he was - like me - relieved from this highly prestigious duty. I suppose that's why he tended to identity with me. He was destined to remain forever a Staff Sergeant, just as I was destined to never progress beyond the rank of Sergeant (and it took a ridiculous 3 years as a Corporal to get THAT far)
I don't know the circumstances of his relief from the drill field. I imagine his drinking problem played a role, though I have no direct knowledge that it did. By the time I knew Dennis in 1981, he had been off the drill field for a couple of years, and his drinking could well have been the result of his feelings about being relieved.
I do however know the circumstances of how Dennis handled himself in the office where I worked with him. He took care of his people! He was a Marine Staff NCO and those young enlisted Marines belonged to him. They looked to him for leadership - and he gave it. During working hours Dennis was all business and all Marine.
After working hours ... well... he came down among the troops and comported himself as one of them.
He knew that I loved to hunt, and that I had a personal rifle stored in the armory. So one Friday he asked me if I want to go hunting with him. Sure!
Shortly after working hours he picked me up at the barracks and we drove to Yemasee SC. Even though it was only an hour or so after we got off work, Dennis was already pretty well sloshed. That was a car ride I will never forget!
Arriving at a little isolated fishcamp / bar out in the South Carolina boonies, it was instantly apparent that a) Dennis was a regular patron, and b) hunting was NOT the primary purpose of our mission. For the next several hours we drank, played pool and socialized. As the night slipped away into the wee hours of the morning, and it was clear we were going to "close the joint", I began to seriously wonder where I would be laying my weary head.
Closing time did indeed come, and Dennis and I were escorted out the back by one of the bar matrons to a one room cabin that she occupied. I'm no shrinking violet, but I really did NOT want to assist my drunken boss in his coming carnal episode with this ... woman!
Inside I was shown the floor at the foot of the bed, and handed a rolled up towel for a pillow. Dennis flopped on the bed with his new friend, and the lights went out. To say I was uncomfortable on a variety of levels really wouldn't be doing it justice. I expected any moment to hear the symphony of dueling bedsprings accompanied by the sound of the beast with two backs.
There were some indistinguishable sounds, some muttering, and then a loud exclamation: "What? You ain't gonna gimmie no head?! Well F*uck you then!" In less than a second (it seemed) there was loud snoring to be heard and I was free to settle down somewhat restfully for the remainder of the night.
Being a natural early riser, I was awake at a hunting-appropriate early hour, and so I got up and flicked on the light (being somewhat trepidatious about what exactly I would see). My bleary eyes beheld a buck naked Staff sergeant spread-eagled and occupying 90% of the bed; his previous evening's temporary girlfriend forced to the very edge.
I slapped him on the foot, we got dressed, and hit the door in under a minute. I marveled at the man's ability to get moving apparently so effortlessly under the conditions of so little sleep and so much booze. But Dennis showed no signs of being discomfited. In fact, I'm pretty sure he was still drunk.
On foot we crossed the highway in front of the fishcamp / bar and set out down a dirt road for a short distance - me with a .30-30, and Dennis with a 12 gauge shotgun.
Maybe five minutes down the road an old cow bird rose up from a ditch off to our left and to my amazement Dennis shot at it.
Not knowing what to say (remember he's my boss) I stood there noting the look of disappointment on his face. In a moment his remark was "Hell... there ain't no deer 'round here no how".
Without another word he turned around and led us back up the road, across the highway, and back into the now open bar. I think you know how the rest of this tale plays out.
Yes... Dennis was a character alright. I recognized his faults, but they were truly overshadowed by his good qualities. It was with genuine sadness that I rec'd the news of his death about four years later. His drinking mixed with his driving just one time too many, and he wrapped his car around a South Carolina oak tree.
Today he lies in the shade of another South Carolina oak tree in the Beaufort National Cemetery.
Rest in peace Staff Sergeant Hendry
Semper Fi my friend
“Guess what? We are doing it again! It is the Fourth Annual Great Guns and Gas Give-Away!” said Mark Muller, the owner of Max Motors, whose July 17, 2009 interview with CNN’s Carol Costello about his promotion was great publicity, but brought him unwelcome attention.
Within days of the CNN broadcast, three agents from the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives arrived at the dealership, he said.
Read the rest here at Human Events
GR4U - I applaude this man's courage!
The president visited the "functionally obsolete" Brent Spence Bridge in Ohio Thursday and called on lawmakers to do their part in fixing America's infrastructure.
"Mr. Boehner, Mr. McConnell, help us rebuild this bridge," he said in a speech. "Help us rebuild America. Help us put this country back to work."
In New York there is a $400 million renovation project on the Alexander Hamilton Bridge.
In California, there is a $7.2 billion project to rebuild the Bay Bridge connecting San Francisco and Oakland.
In Alaska, there is a proposal for a $190 million bridge project.
These projects sound like steps in the right direction, but much of the work is going to Chinese government-owned firms.
I started trying to pick up the bloodtrail, and that took about 20 minutes before I found it. Of course it led out of the uplands area where you’re allowed to hunt, down into the main body of the Okefenokee Swamp. I went in maybe a hundred yards before caution demanded that I return to my truck for some flagging tape and a GPS. A few years ago I got lost for an afternoon in an area adjacent to the Okefenokee, and it is NO FUN. So I will take steps to keep from that ever happening again!
Once I reacquired the trail, I headed off into the thick stuff. Now when I say thick I mean THICK! There were many points along the way where I had to get down on all fours and crawl through. At least the ground (if you could call it that) was relatively dry initially.
After some distance I came upon where my buck had laid down for a bit and left quite a blood puddle. But whether he arose spontaneously or whether he heard me coming – I don’t know. All I know for sure is that when I reached the point where the blood trail came to the point where the occasional wet spot became a swamp with water as far ahead as I could see – I stopped, and would go no further. My handheld GPS told me that I was over a third of a mile back in the swamp proper.
It’s very disappointing to lose a kill that way. I have no compunctions about killing a prey animal, but neither do I want one to suffer and be lost and have its meat feed only the swamp creatures. I much prefer his horns decorate my wall, and his flesh decorate my dinner plate.
* For government to grow, Liberty must shrink
* Liberty is not a cruise ship, it’s a Man O War, and we are the crew
* You know it’s late in the day when small men cast long shadows
* Guns are the teeth of Liberty
* When government is willing to trust ME – I will again trust government
* A government that can give you everything, is also able to take everything from you
The list of rules is lengthy, and as you might imagine it's probably compiled by someone who has never in their life hunted for deer. For example, you're not allowed to use any sort of flagging tape or reflective tacks to help you find your way in the dark woods. I suppose that these things might utterly destroy the largest swamp in America. Finding your spot is a real challenge without them.
The other rule that is particularly onerous is the requirement that your treestand can NOT be left on the tree - even overnite. It must be packed in and out on every trip! Well... the noise created by this rule has probably cost me a shot at some deer. Not to mention what happened to me Saturday morning.
I hiked in (another rule - No ATVs) in the predawn darkness carrying my tree climber. Once at the base of the tree I had an equipment failure. My tree climber had a major malfunction. Nothing to do, but hike right back out. With only the one tree climber at my camp, I was forced to drive to my other hunting camp for a replacement; a roundtrip of 186 miles. Saturday was NOT my day.
Sunday I saw a group of deer feeding right by the main gate. Rules say no hunting within a mile of the main gate. Now... bear in mind this is an ARCHERY hunt - no guns! So all I could do was look at the pretty deer feeding peacefully there beside the road as I drove on my way.
Here are a couple of pics taken from the stand I sat in Sunday morning (Much closer to the road than Saturday's spot). Note the fire damage visible in the foreground.
The view behind me. That's some THICK stuff there!
On this the anniversary of the Sept 11th attacks, I felt compelled to join the throng of commentators on the current scene and add my views to the mix.
Here in the heart of GunRights4US, there is no sorrow, no remorse, no introspection, no hope for world peace. Little doves are not winging in circles about my head, and my thoughts are not clouded with scenes of America feeding refugees in some foreign land. I’ll tell you what you would see if by magic you could directly access the inner machinations of my mind. You would see boiling rage and anger aimed at three parties when it comes to 9/11.
The first and obvious target of my angst is the followers of that devil-god Allah. And not merely for the “radical” variety either. The distinction of “moderate” versus “radical” Muslims is false label applied by a media and political class that desperately wants to deny that we are engaged in an old-style religious war. War can be waged by one party against another party whether or not that second party is willing to acknowledge that war is being waged.
Deny reality if you will – but the consequences of denying reality will NOT be long denied. In short, Islam is not a religion but a political movement that masquerades as a religion. It is, in every way, anathema to all freedom loving peoples anywhere, and it knows no compromise of any kind. Islam divides the world and everyone in it into the house of Islam, or the house of the un-believers, and its solution is very simple: conversion, slavery, or death. This is a fundamental tenant of Islam. So the more closely a Muslim adheres to Islamic doctrine, the more likely he is to slit your infidel throat!
The next target of my vitriol is the political class that has mishandled the Islam issue as surely as it has mishandled every other crisis for the last couple of generations. The last time an American politician dealt properly with Islam was in 1801 when Thomas Jefferson declared “millions for defense, but not one penny for tribute”. He then backed up his high sounding rhetoric with Marines on the ground in Tripoli. Since then, the political slugs aspiring to rule this great land have embraced the concept of tribute and a mindset of stark dhimmitude (If you don’t know the meaning of that word you’re part of the problem). When George Bush stood before Congress and declared that we are not at war with Islam, he made himself (and America) the fool for all to see. He also clearly communicated to our enemies that their deceptive plans are working – keep it up.
American politicians are kissing Islamic arse like never before. When it was discovered that Trijicon scopes used a Bible verse based system of model numbers, the military establishment went bonkers and threatened to stop buying one of the best combat scopes ever made. In the brass’s mind apparently it’s okay to bomb, incinerate, and machine gun Muslims – but for Pete’s sake let’s not offend them! And were you aware that American troops in Afghanistan were ordered to burn Bibles?
Finally, I harbor a deep loathing of the politically correct citizenry and media that refuses to pull its head out of the sand and hear what the members of Allah’s death cult are saying out loud. Muslims are using this pervasive degree of ignorance among Westerners to advance their sect’s plan for dominating the world. By the way – you DO know that lying to advance the cause of Islam is another fundamental aspect of this “faith” right? That’s something that our media has latched onto – though not in the way you might think. The talking heads are lying to you Joe Sixpacks out there (about more than just Islam), and they justify it with the notion that the ends justify the means. If ONLY we would be nice enough to the towel heads, they’ll stop trying to blow us up! When I see one of those asinine COEXIST bumper stickers, I see red with pure anger. I want to yank the driver out of his or her automobile and scream in their face “Are you STUPID?” It's the same mindset displayed by the people busy turning the Flight 93 memorial into a giant red crescent honoring - THE HIJACKERS!
The Hindus, the Zoroastrians, the Sikhs, the Jews, and the Christians are not trying to slaughter everyone who doesn’t believe like they do (the very definition of a religious war)! That bloody form of evangelism is exclusively the province of those moon-god fanatics who are stuck in the 7th century; and who demand that everyone else on the planet join them there – or die.
In closing, let me make one final point. Islam is a danger to a degree far beyond anything ever posed by communism or fascism. But here in America, the fascist political class is using the very real threat of Islam to leverage up their own power (think The Patriot Act). The Osamites out there want to enslave me, humiliate me, rob me of my substance, and ultimately force me on pain of death to accept their ideology. The Obamites want the EXACT same thing of me, and they’re IN CHARGE of my country!
Remember September 11th (and remember that your own government sees you as a terrorist Mr & Mrs white middle-class American)
As far as I'm concerned, if a young Marine can put his life on the line and possibly give his life for the "spread of freedom and democracy" and all of that crap for the Afghans, then by God he ought to be able to FART!
Read about it here.
I’m reading Mark Steyn’s latest book: After America, Get Ready for Armageddon. If you’re unfamiliar with Steyn, know that his talent is twofold (in my opinion). First he can make complicated topics much more understandable. And second, he has a wonderfully witty style that makes even reading about the end of Western Civilization enjoyable.
I heartily recommend this book, as well as his America Alone: The End of The World As We Know It
Here’s an excerpt where Styen elaborates on a quote from Tom Wolf’s essay The Me Decade:
[Wolf] “Most people, historically, have not lived their lives as if thinking, “I have only one life to live.” Instead they have lived as if they are living their ancestors’ lives and their offspring’s lives and perhaps their neighbors' lives as well. They have seen themselves as inseparable from the great tide of chromosomes of which they are created and which they pass on. The mere fact that you were only going to be here a short time and would be dead soon enough did not give you the license to try to climb out of the stream and change the natural order of things.”
[Steyn] "Europe climbed out of the stream. You don’t need to make material sacrifices: the state takes care of all that. You don’t need to have children. And you certainly don’t need to die for king and country. But a society that has nothing to die for has nothing to live for; it’s no longer a stream but a stagnant pool. How fair thou hast been – but only for the moment, and the moment is passing. Europe’s economic crisis is a mere symptom of its existential crisis: What is life for? What gives it meaning? Post-Christian, post-nationalist, post-modern Europe has no answer to this question, and so it has 30 year old students and 50 year old retirees, and wonders why the small band of workers in between them can’t make the math add up."
You know, not every “hunting” story involves shooting a big buck. There’s a lot that goes into getting ready for hunting season, and this is one of those little adventures that precedes the ultimate adventure of getting that granddaddy whitetail.
Last hunting season I had placed a ladder stand along the St. Mary’s river. It was a 15-foot tall stand and I positioned it about 50 yards from the bank of the river. Recently I secured lease rights to a prime piece of property up around Milledgeville, Georgia, so it was necessary to go recover my best stand so I could take it up to my new hunting grounds. My 14 year-old son went with me to help retrieve it and I’m sure glad he did too because I’d have never been able to manage it alone.We drove up early on Saturday morning, and when we got to the boat ramp we were shocked to discover that the boat ramp, picnic area and parking area was all under about 9 feet of flowing water! The road down the hill to the parking area had become the de facto boat ramp. So we went ahead and launched my little boat there and proceeded on up river to where we thought the ladder stand would be.
The St. Mary’s was higher than I’ve ever seen it in ten years of exploring it in motorboats and canoes. The water had risen to approximately 14 feet above normal obscuring the banks on both sides. The river literally extended back into the woods and out of sight. Talk about current! Boy we had plenty of it, even back in the flooded woods. It was all my little 10-horse kicker could do to take us upstream.
When we finally reached the bend in the river where the stand was located, another problem presented itself. The piece of flagging tape that I had tied about 6 feet up a tree was completely underwater. With the river spilling over its banks to such an extent, nothing looked familiar. It took about a half an hour of cruising back and forth until we spied the stand back among the trees. I had fully expected to be wading in a couple of feet of water while retrieving the stand. Now I was shocked to see that only the top three or four feet of the 15-foot stand was visible above the water! Clearly this would be, at least in part, an underwater operation.
I aimed the boat at what looked like the best avenue of approach through the flooded trees, gunned the motor to get some momentum, and then killed the engine. We got to the stand with a combination of paddling and pulling ourselves along using tree limbs. There was actually a respectable amount of current to be considered as well so it was necessary to tie up next to the stand. I even dropped the anchor! Sitting there in the boat we were perfectly level with the seat of the stand. Obviously the floodwaters were over our heads.
Because of the hour’s drive followed by a twenty minute boat ride, I had emphasized to Josh that we needed to bring along everything we could possibly need while there. Toward that end I had even brought along a large pair of bolt cutters in case the padlock on the chained stand refused to cooperate after ten months of exposure and non-use. It was at about this point that Josh pointed out that we should have brought along some swim fins and dive masks if we wanted to be fully prepared. I could hardly argue with him.
We removed the chain with no trouble and while still seated in the boat. Thankfully the lock worked with no difficulty. So did the strap and ratchet assembly that secured the upper part of the stand firmly to the tree. However, somewhere down below the swirling water was another ratchet and strap coupled with a stabilizer pole that had to be dealt with, and there was no way to do that while remaining dry. So…Josh and I stripped down to our skivvies, and he led the way by climbing out onto the top rung of the submerged ladder stand and down into the dark water of the flooded St. Mary’s river. I toyed with him for a second by staying on the boat and urging him to hurry up and dissemble the stand. But his look of outrage at the very idea was enough to get me on down into the water.
As we both attacked the stand while treading water, I was struck by the thought that this would be exactly the time that we wouldn’t want to entertain any visits of the local reptilian variety, namely snakes and “gators”. I said as much to Josh and watched the look on his face change to grave concern. We continued working on disassembling the stand and after a few moments I extended my leg under water and purposely bumped him on the thigh. The response was immediate! He hollered and almost leaped vertically out of the water. My roar of laughter was enough to change his fear to anger, but later when we were safe and on our way home he agreed that I “got him good”.
Piece by piece we managed to deconstruct the heavy metal stand and get it into the boat. The final indignity was when it came time for me to hoist myself back into the boat without the benefit of having anything underwater that I could stand on. With just upper body strength I managed to heave myself aboard, but I was certainly pretty well spent by that point. I’m sure not as young as I used to be!
The ride back to the boat ramp and the drive back home were uneventful, except that we decided we should go ahead and drive on up to the hunting lease and get our stands in position since hunting season’s opening day would rapidly be upon us. So early the following morning we made the four-hour drive to the area near my brother’s home outside Milledgeville in order to go ahead and place our stands. It was a beautiful morning, and the drive and the time spent with my son were both great. Evaluating the exact location for putting up the stands was now much easier since it wasn’t being done in the pre-dawn darkness of opening day. And even the short visit with my brother followed by another four-hour drive home was enjoyable since it was quality time spent with my boy.
I’ve hunted all my life, and I’ve had lots of great and some not-so-great experiences while hunting. At this point in my life, I’ve also learned that the actual experience of the kill is not the only enjoyment to be had. The camaraderie of being around other hunters, the preparation for and anticipation of the coming season, and time spent with your son, are all aspects of an enjoyable hunting experience. And now I’ve also learned one additional lesson: the next time I go to recover a tree stand placed along a river, I’ll take some scuba gear with me.
Here's a page with information on how you can Opt Out of many of these sites. I haven't tried this yet - but you can bet I will over the next few days. So as always... your mileage may vary.
HOW TO REMOVE YOURSELF FROM PEOPLE SEARCH WEBSITES
"We make men without chests and expect of them virtue and enterprise. We laugh at honor and are shocked to find traitors in our midst. We castrate and then bid the geldings to be fruitful."
He was damn sure right!
We scoff of the idea of Sunday School for our children, and yet wonder why they lack a moral compass.
We have made an institution out of shifting responsibility for every human action, and wonder our young people refuse to accept responsibility for themselves. Consider the increasingly common phenomenon of grown and healthy adults who persist in a state of perpetual adolescence; living with their parents well into their 20’s or even 30’s.
We pretend there is no difference between men and women, and then stand idly by while social engineers emasculate and feminize whole generations of school boys.
We mock the idea of absolute values, and then have to gall to be angry at our politicians who dishonor their oaths.
We undermine the authority of our school teachers and principals by thoughtlessly taking the child’s side in any dispute with authority, and then can’t understand why little Johnny grows up with an attitude problem and cannot accept direction from anyone.
We shower our children with whatever their little heart’s desire (buying their love?), and then struggle with why they grow so readily into self-centered adults who appreciate nothing and expect everything to be handed to them for free.
We let the glowing electronic box babysit our children for years at a time, and then wonder why they have no ability to think for themselves.
The destruction of the family unit, and the rejection of the Judeo-Christian ethic of morality, is now bearing a bitter fruit. We are reaping what we’ve sown.
The new blog (to me anyway) is called Whiskey's Place. There are two essays to be found there that are absolutely excellent regarding the current fate of the Former Great Britain, and the overall decline of Western Civilization in general. Do your mind a favor, tear yourself away from the GOOBERment's propaganda screen, and read:
It wont be a Taxi Driver summer
THE REAL PROBLEM WITH OUR GOVERNMENTAL SYSTEM - - - -
The folks who are getting free shit,
Don't like the folks who are paying for the free shit,
Because the folks who are paying for the free shit,
Can no longer afford to pay for both the free shit and their own shit.
And, the folks who are paying for the free shit,
Want the free shit to stop.
And the folks who are getting the free shit,
Want even MORE free shit on top of the free shit they're already getting!
Now..... The people who are forcing the people who PAY
for the free shit to pay for ever more free shit,
Have told the people who are RECEIVING the free shit,
That the people who are PAYING for the free shit,
Are being mean, prejudiced, and racist.
So .... the people who are GETTING the free shit,
Have been convinced they need to HATE
the people who are PAYING for the free shit
by the people who are forcing the people who are PAYING
for the free shit into GIVING them the free shit in the first place.
And - - - - - that's the straight shit!
- No current CONgress can bind the actions (spending) of a future CONgress. So the PROMISES to cut X dollars over Y time is really just equal to BS.
- This is more of the same “Reductions to the rate of increased spending = Spending Cuts” nonsense.
- This bill creates a concentration of power in the form of a “Super Committee” that effectually shuts out the remainder of CONgress, and in so doing greases the skids for future spending increases. All this Kabuki Theatre-style debate slows things down – there’s MONEY to spend By God!
- The Tea Party, let’s face it, has utterly failed. The moment these freshmen CONgressmen and women hit the poison air inside the beltway, they’re instantly transformed into Gollum – no exceptions
- 80% of US T-Bills sold since 2009 have been purchased by … THE FED (with freshly printed fiat currency)
- The Chinese have asked us TWICE in about the last 30 days to stop devaluing our currency (and their assets)
- And when the crash comes, never you fear, because there’s a plan in place whereby the Imperial FEDGov will still be able to operate right on in the face of the “Emergency”: NSPD-51 (Thanks George W. Bush!)
The only question that remains is what are we going to do about it? More of the same?
Check out WTFnoway.com
I LOVE the domain name by the way!
In all seriousness though... can ANYONE not see the crash we're racing towards?
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Found this comment here, and it resonated with me:
We have a LIE in the White House. He's not just a LIAR. He's a LIE. That's why he needs a VAULT, in Hawaii, to seal his life's story away.
Raised in Indonesia til the age of 11. All those years in Muslim Schools. All those years going to Muslim Mosques. All those years kneeling on his Prayer Rug, praying to Allah. Yet, he says he's a Christian.
His School Records are still LOCKED AWAY. Who seals their School Records? Who seals their College Loan Paperwork? Their Entrance Exam? Their Medical Records? Their Transcripts and their Thesis?
"He's the smartest guy that ever lived."
Is he? Nobody knows.
"He never heard Jeremiah Wright say all those things."
Really? In 20 YEARS in the pews?
He never knew what Bill Ayers and Bernadine Dohrn were all about?
Does he know that his Science Czar - Bill Holdren - wishes, very much, that we would put STERIENTS in to the Drinking Water?
Does he know that his Medical czar - Ezekiel Emanuel - wishes that we could implement the Chinese ONE CHILD Plan?
Does he know that his FCC Chairman admires the way that Hugo Chavez shut down the Opposition on Venezuela's Airwaves, to ensure the success of "His beautiful Revolution"?
Is Obama out to fulfill "The Dreams From My Father"? The MARXIST/MUSLIM who abandoned his Wife and Child (Typical Black Man) HATED this Country and it's European/Israeli Allies, and DIED DRUNK, in a Kenyan Gutter?
Did he really go after our ALLY - Honduras - after they Constitutionally, threw out Hugo Chavez wannabe - Zelaya - for trying to stage a Putsch, after he was DENIED a referendum on eliminating that Nation's Presidential Term Limits? Did he really go after them to "SEND A MESSAGE" to Hugo Chavez, and the other FAR LEFT MARXIST REGIMES, in South America, that "They could WORK with him"?
That's what Wiki-Leaks says happened.
How is it that, a guy who's been FOCUSED LIKE A LASER BEAM on JOBS, for so many years, can be so inept at creating any? Doesn't he WANT us to have jobs?
How can a President of the United States LAUGH at the fact that his "Shovel Ready Jobs, weren't so Shovel ready, after all"?We're hurting, out here. He's yucking it up.
He tells us all that we've got to "Share in the Sacrifice, even as HIS FAMILY takes one Exotic Vacation, after another. Even as he GOLFS, while we wonder how to pay our bills. Even as HE gets ready for a LAVISH, Star Studded, nothing but the best, BIRTHDAY PARTY. Even as he jets off, once again, to FUND RAISE for more MILLION$ for his Re-Election, while every
Economic Indicator in this Country, CRASHES.
He's not just a LIE. He's the BIG LIE. And he will bring this Country down.
SIC SEMPER TYRANNUS!
by L. Neil Smith
Over the past 30 years, I've been paid to write almost two million words, every one of which, sooner or later, came back to the issue of guns and gun-ownership. Naturally, I've thought about the issue a lot, and it has always determined the way I vote.
People accuse me of being a single-issue writer, a single- issue thinker, and a single- issue voter, but it isn't true. What I've chosen, in a world where there's never enough time and energy, is to focus on the one political issue which most clearly and unmistakably demonstrates what any politician—or political philosophy—is made of, right down to the creamy liquid center.
Make no mistake: all politicians—even those ostensibly on the side of guns and gun ownership—hate the issue and anyone, like me, who insists on bringing it up. They hate it because it's an X-ray machine. It's a Vulcan mind-meld. It's the ultimate test to which any politician—or political philosophy—can be put.
If a politician isn't perfectly comfortable with the idea of his average constituent, any man, woman, or responsible child, walking into a hardware store and paying cash—for any rifle, shotgun, handgun, machinegun, anything—without producing ID or signing one scrap of paper, he isn't your friend no matter what he tells you.
If he isn't genuinely enthusiastic about his average constituent stuffing that weapon into a purse or pocket or tucking it under a coat and walking home without asking anybody's permission, he's a four-flusher, no matter what he claims.
What his attitude—toward your ownership and use of weapons—conveys is his real attitude about you. And if he doesn't trust you, then why in the name of John Moses Browning should you trust him?
Read the rest of this excellent essay here.
Let me start by saying that this post isn’t about a mother murdering her child, and getting away with it. It’s about the reaction of the public.
For the record, I did not watch this trial. The whole affair was absolutely repugnant to me, and I just couldn’t bear to watch the unfolding of the case. Also for the record – I believe the woman is guilty as sin.
Caylee Anthony, murdered and thrown away like so much garbage
All over America people seem to be outraged that Casey Anthony was acquitted of murdering that precious little child and dumping her body like it was so much trash. I have got news for you America: Casey Anthony might have been acquitted in an earthly courtroom by jurors with room-temperature IQs, but there will come the day when she faces an all-knowing, all-seeing judge. And her sentence will be just in every sense of the word. She has not escaped justice – she has merely deferred it. So for that reason, I can’t get too worked up about justice being done.
My real point is the reaction of the American public to this verdict. I hear that death threats are coming thick and fast against any juror that can be identified. Presumably people are angry that a child was murdered and the killer got off scot-free. Now Casey Anthony owed a duty to her daughter to love and protect her, and clearly she was an epic failure on that account. But Casey Anthony (and her brain-dead jurors) owed nothing to society at large.
Our elected officials at every level most certainly DO owe us a minimal degree of fidelity to the Constitution and to our laws, and they owe the American people honest stewardship of our economy, our border, our culture, and our sovereignty. Is it not clear that they are failing on ALL of these accounts? And is it not equally clear that generations of American children are being condemned to poverty, ignorance, shorter life spans, political oppression, and generally a reduced standard of living by every conceivable measure? That Americans are stomping mad over one murdered child – yet at the same time are so complacent over millions of children – just boggles my mind!
Little Isabelle - my precious granddaughter
Where is the outrage America? Why aren’t indignant Americans holding their elected officials to account? In fact – why aren’t millions of people marching on state capitals and the national capital with torches and pitchforks right now? I think about 98% of politicians of both parties need to be at least tarred and feathered and run out of office; at the very least! And most politicians are probably so egregiously guilty of violating their oath that they ought to be decorating light poles and feeding the buzzards.
Wake up America!!!!!!!!!!!
1. Good riddance! Like we can afford to piss taxpayer's money all over the solar system.
2. NASA may just be the first GOOBERMENT agency in a long time to actually shrink. See point number one above.
I am an extremely early riser on most mornings, and usually I’m out walking: exercise for me and my pooch. And when I walk I like circuitous courses that don’t require me to cover the same ground if I can manage it. One such course that I used to enjoy took me thru a local park that includes a public boat ramp. I expect due to the boat ramp that park was generally open 24 hours a day. Like so many public properties now a days, this park has its own “live in” LEO on the property too. The city gives this poor underpaid servant of the people a place to lay his weary head, rent free, in exchange for the crime deterring effect of his mere presence.
The other morning I was walking in the direction of the boat ramp park, only to discover that the park gates have been chained and locked! Needless to say I wasn’t overjoyed at having my route involuntarily re-directed.
My attitude simply stated is this: Public Property of a recreational nature (which includes ALL parks and boat ramps) should never have their access restricted. And so much the more when there’s a LEO domiciled on the property. I mean after all – what’s he there for if not to ensure law & order?
I am so damn sick and tired of this knee-jerk reaction because someone screws up – EVERYBODY thereafter must be discomfited as a result. Yes, I know parks have been used by lovers for rendezvous points, or teens doing some late night partying. But so what! Does this then always mean that such taxpayer funded locations must be restricted to taxpayers’
use only during daylight?
There’s more. Last year the city decided that having only one park with a dock and boat ramp within a half-mile radius of each other was just barbaric. So near the first existing park, they built a massive dock that I would bet cost the taxpayers upwards of a million bucks. I know from inside sources that the parking lot, road access, and elaborate gate system, cost the city another cool $400,000. And like the original park, this one has a strictly controlled access monitored by another LEO who lives about a block away.
Why in the hell do we have to have two parks so close one another, and why the hell do they have to close at sunset? If I am walking thru there at 4 a.m., and someone accosts me, then they’ve taken their life in slippery fingers. I certainly don’t need LEO to come to my rescue. And not only did I NOT need the cost of such a park, but I don’t need the never ending labor costs (at what $30 or $40 bucks an hour) to have some uniformed yahoo come around day and night locking and unlocking gates that never should exist in the first place!
The city bureaucrats are proud that they filched your taxes to pay for this facility. One sign bragging on funding sources wasn’t enough. They had to have two signs that identify this park as the property of Jacksonville Florida’s taxpayers.
Yet at the same time, they make it clear in the lengthy list of rules that “Management reserves the right to close park facilities to the public”. Note rule # 2:
Look at that list of rules will ya! I'm surprised they don't say "Fun not allowed at this facility. If you are caught having fun you will be arrested, beaten, tasered, and locked away as a felon!"
First of all, I am of the humble opinion that Governments don’t have “rights”, they only have “duties”. And second of all, if I paid for it – I ought to be able to use it whenever I so desire!
Government is totally out of control my friends. As if you didn’t already KNOW that!
And how exactly does the daughter of a prominant muslim family from Saudi Arabia end up married to a power hungry jew inside the Washington Beltway. This is a MUST READ today!
Speaking of the Religion of Slaughter, here is an insightful piece on exactly how far America has gone down the road toward dhimmitude.
Bear in mind dear readers (both of you) that I fear Washington far more than I fear Islam. That does NOT mean I advocate turning a blind eye toward Allah worshippers here and abroad. I just point this out as a matter of perspective.
By the way... here's the T-shirt I wore to a 4th of July gathering last night. There were several people whose facial expressions told me that they were horrified. :)
On previous occasions I have expounded my views on the 4th, the flag, and on the pledge here and here. (One should keep it firmly in mind that I make a sharp distinction between the US Government, and America. In my view they are NOT the same thing! Like the bumper sticker says, I love my country, but I hate my government.)
I just want to add that the annual celebration of the remembrance of the Colony's Declaration to King George, when considered in the deepening shadows of an overarching Leviathan government, has moved beyond being just hypocritical. It is more likened to the obscenity achieved by smearing with make-up the face of a most gruesome moldering corpse, and holding it close in a passionate embrace.
Our Forefathers must surely be disappointed with what passes for "Liberty" and "Freedom" these days.
Oh, and ... final thought:
Pledging Allegiance to the Omnipotent Lincolnian State
by Thomas J. DiLorenzo
The US Supreme Court's recent decision to review the constitutionality of the "under God" wording in the Pledge of Allegiance provides an occasion to educate Americans about the ideological purpose of the Pledge. A good place to start would be John Baer's book, The Pledge of Allegiance: A Centennial History, 1892-1992 (Free State Press, 1992). In it one would learn that the author of the Pledge was one Francis Bellamy, a defrocked Baptist minister from Boston who identified himself as a Christian Socialist and who preached in his pulpit that "Jesus was a socialist."
Bellamy was the cousin of Edward Bellamy, author of the extremely popular 1888 socialist fantasy, Looking Backward. In this novel the main character, Julian West, falls asleep in 1887 and awakens in the year 2000 when the socialist "utopia" has been achieved: All industry is state owned, Soviet style; everyone is an employee of the state who is conscripted at age 21 and retires at age 45; and all workers earn the same income.
Francis Bellamy said that one purpose of the Pledge of Allegiance was to help accomplish his lifelong goal of making his cousin's socialist fantasy a reality in America. He further stated that the "true reason for allegiance to the Flag" was to indoctrinate American school children in the false history of the American founding that was espoused first by Daniel Webster and, later, by Abraham Lincoln.
Lincoln falsely claimed that the states were never sovereign and that the union created the states, not the other way around. (But as Joe Sobran has remarked, the notion that the union is older than the states makes as much sense as the idea that a marriage can be older than either spouse. It is impossible for a union of two things to be older than either of the things it is a union of).
Read the rest HERE
Al Gore: That iceberg wouldn't have even been there if the polar caps weren't melting.
The Congressman: Quick, let's pass a new law that says ships shall not sink.
President Obama: The Titanic isn't sinking. It's merely engaged in "aquatic action."
Former President Bush: Icebergs are weapons of mass destruction planted in the ocean by terrorists. We must avenge the iceberg terrorists!
The Federal Reserve: We have decided to dump more water onto the ship in the hope of making it float.
Be sure to read them all here
Dec 26, 2003
Calif. seizes 1,200 firearms possessed illegally
By DON THOMPSON
SACRAMENTO, Calif. (AP) -- California law enforcement agents have seized 1,200 firearms from people who cannot legally own them because of mental illness or restraining orders.
However, Attorney General Kamala Harris said Thursday that more than 34,000 handguns and nearly 1,600 assault weapons are still believed to be held statewide by people who should not have them. [ Seized? As in kick the door down with a SWAT team seized? The other thing to note is restraining orders can strip you of your 2A rights. Amazing huh? ]
Most people bought the weapons legally but were later prohibited from owning guns.
But 12 people were arrested on suspicion of illegally owning assault weapons or grenades during a six-week sweep by the state Department of Justice in April and May.
Harris said 90 percent of the people who had guns seized were barred from owning weapons because of mental illness and 10 percent because of restraining orders or convictions usually related to domestic violence. [ Mental illness by whose definition? If I pitch a hissy fit because I'm having a bad day on the job, and my boss suggests I seek some counseling on handling stress; does that make me a "looney tunes" and cost me my gun rights? ]
"They were known to be a danger to themselves or society," Harris said. "We obviously have put a dent in that, but there is a lot more work to do." [ If they're truly a danger to themselves, why aren't they in a rubber room already? ]
She used a news conference at the California Highway Patrol's Sacramento headquarters to promote SB819, a bill that would expand the use of a $25 registration fee collected by gun dealers to pay for the department's Armed and Prohibited Persons System. [ This reminds me of making condemned men dig their own grave. The fishing license I begrudgingly pay for also funds the wildlife officer who comes out and hassles me when I'm peacefully fishing somewhere! ]
The system was created 10 years ago to cross-reference five databases to find people who legally bought guns and registered assault weapons but are now barred from owning the weapons.
It has found nearly 18,000 people who shouldn't have weapons. [ That's five databases that are probably like every other government database: chock full of errors! But that's what they'll use to strip you of rights the Declaration of Independence says are "inalienable" ]
However, Harris said local law enforcement and state agents don't have the time or personnel to track down their addresses and conduct the high-security operations needed to safely seize the guns from people who are presumed to be dangerous. Many of them own more than one weapon. [Oh but it won't be long before they WILL find some revenue source that will provide them with the ability to conduct those wonderful little "high-security operations" that these power mad son's of bitches crave! ]
The last time California conducted a similar sweep was in 2007, when a third as many weapons were seized. [ Read that to mean they are doing three times as many seizures as they were in 2007 ]
The bill being carried by Sen. Mark Leno, D-San Francisco, would let Harris seek to use nearly $1 million from a $5.5 million surplus in the registration fee account to train local police and hire five more state agents to aid the 20 already assigned to the firearms program. [Ahhh there's that additional enforcement revenue we were talking about! ]
"Resources are needed to do this type of work," Leno said against a backdrop of seized weapons.
[ It's God's work and we need to be about it - FOR THE CHILDREN! ]
"How many lives are going to be saved?"
[ How many lives are going to be LOST when they start kicking down the doors of folks like me who ARE paying attention, and have NO INTENTION of being disarmed? ]
His bill cleared the Senate and is awaiting a hearing in the Assembly Public Safety Committee on Tuesday
GR4U - First of all, you'd never catch me living in the socialist paradise of California. But this nonsense is coming to the rest of the country soon enough. I pray to God Almighty that when it's my turn, I give a good accounting of myself.
I pledge allegiance to the Constitution of the united States of America, and to the Republic for which it was created to serve: a voluntary confederation of sovereign nation states, united in their common belief in the inalienable God-given rights of the individual, and the necessary restraint of human government.
And I reckon it would be appropriate to have a new rag to go with my new pledge:
I have to admit, as a former Marine, making ANY criticism for our military comes hard for me. But if you a) keep it firmly in mind that the US government is NOT America, and b) that we have all been fed a steady diet of Kool Aide for many years, then it's slightly easier to call a spade a spade.
Dear Soldiers, I'll Honor Your Sacrifices When You Actually Defend Our Freedom
Here's a must read that I felt compelled to share:
Four Dirty Secrets about Clean Energy
Hat Tip to Eternity Road
“I’m training my grandchildren to use long-range rifles,” said the actor, 71. “For what purpose? Well, I’m not going to say the words 'Barack Obama’, but …”
He also said:
"... we are heading for a major conflict between the haves and the have nots."
The reason for this Leftist poster child to get his panties in a wad:
Fonda - a keen environmentalist and co-producer of the film which centres on the explosion of the BP oil rig Deepwater Horizon, the ensuing spill and its consequences - accused Washington of trying to gag reporting on the issue.
"I sent an email to President Obama saying, 'You are a f------ traitor,' using those words... 'You're a traitor, you allowed foreign boots on our soil telling our military - in this case the coastguard - what they can and could not do, and telling us, the citizens of the United States, what we could or could not do'."
Hmmm... I wonder if Peter has talked to his treasonous sister about all this.
One of the comments at the link I just linked to had THIS insightful thing to say:
Well if that ain't the "pot callin' the kettle black". So,,,it's NOT about Barry's Chicago ways. And it's NOT about Barry's ethics. It's NOT about Barry's hatred of America and England. It's NOT about his Marxism and his 20 years in a church that teaches Black Theology. Nor is about the Union thugs he hangs out with or the cozy relationship with George Soros. It's NOT about the message he sent the night he was elected when the whole family showed up dressed in black and red. Nor is it about his statement the day he became Pres...."5 more days until the fundamental transformation of the United States of America"! And, what a surprise..it's NOT about the war in Libya he got us into. Hanoi Jane must be disappointed in her brother :d What it IS about is....his GREENIE AGENDA! What a complete moron.
Jeff Cooper, June 1993
Uh... yeah... I see what you mean Jeff!
Speaking in reference to the Marine murdered in his own home by the PIMA county SWAT team:
It's going to take some extremely serious evidence to convince this old cowboy that Guerena deserved a shoot-on-sight order, with or without a weapon in his hand. Our troops in Afghanistan are not allowed to shoot bomb-planting terrorists unless the terrorists shoot first, yet here in America the police are authorized to mow down (without warning) a citizen in his own home who hasn't even taken the safety off his rifle?
Read the whole thing. It's on target!
Ordered his wife and baby into the closet, and then was shot 60 times IN HIS OWN HOME!
I was living in all-services base housing in Kansas City Mo. in the early 80’s. As a young Marine, it was my first time living in a house, with a yard, that I could call my own to any extent. Prior to that time, all my dwellings since leaving the paternal abode had been in the form of barracks, trailers, and apartments. So as bizarre as it may seem, I took a large degree of pride in my hootch, and the yard came with it.
The base housing authority supplied all the fertilizer and grass seed you ever wanted. Water was on the government’s nickel as I recall, and all I had to provide was the lawnmower and the sweat equity. Within a few months, I was in serious competition for “Yard of The Month”. Looking back over the years it’s absolutely hilarious that such a thing would be of such importance to me. My, my… how the times have changed!
One Friday afternoon I came home to quarters and was horrified to see a crew of utility workers tearing the hell out of a corner of my precious lawn. They may as well have walked up and keyed my brand new truck! How dare them son’s of bitches make a mess of my beautiful lawn! I was white with rage.
I glared lightning bolts at the workers, who returned my dagger looks with stark indifference, and then I went inside.
In those years I was working on developing my alcoholism with the same fervor I was focusing on my lawn. Only a short passage of time passed between the closing of the front door behind me and the vigorous consumption of a prodigious amount of Bacardi Rum. The combination of the booze, my anger, and my general disdain for all civilian pukes now produced an act of sheer stupidity on my part – one that if was repeated today would have doubtless sent me to the pokey!
With a .30-.30 Marlin rifle in hand, I stepped out onto my front porch where the yard wreckers (now half-heartedly clearing away their mess) could see me clearly – and I jacked a shell into the chamber.
I hollered out “You damn well better put it all back like you found it!” I didn’t point the weapon towards them; instead I perched the butt of the stock on my hip and directed the barrel skyward. But the threat was obvious – and reaction was instantaneous! You never saw a bunch of guys scramble so fast to toss their remaining gear in the truck and haul butt outta there! (The indifferent looks on their faces disappeared pretty quickly too as I remember!)
Had that scene played out in 2011, the next sound I would have heard would have been the SWAT van pulling up and a bullhorn (maybe) telling me come out with my hands up.
As it was, I found myself standing tall in front of the Commanding Officer at 0800 the following Monday morning. Large chucks of my posterior were vigorously removed, and rightfully so - of course.
Ahhh… to be young – and stupid. LOL