Concerning chest thumpers and candy asses

I recently read somewhere that this sort of post counts as nothing more than “chest-thumping”.  Fair enough – everyone is entitled to their opinion.   Now here’s my opinion.

As a lifelong gun enthusiast I’ve often heard the argument that it is suicidal to oppose the government forcefully.  And many incidents demonstrate the apparent truth of that.  Polemicists on both the left and right will tell you that any attempt to stand up to Leviathan will accomplish nothing more than to get you killed and your memory forever vilified.  Let me try to make something very clear to you dear reader.  Having an armed populace can accomplish the goal of restraining a potentially tyrannical government simply by demonstrating the WILLINGNESS to resist tyrannical acts.  Government bureaucrats who KNOW that Americans won’t meekly bend over to take the government weenie are far less likely to even try [insert tyrannical act here].

There is an old story about the pre-war Japanese High Command contemplating the invasion of the American mainland.  Someone reminded the generals that they would encounter a rifle behind every blade of grass. The American public never had to fight Japanese troops because they never attacked in the first place.  It was enough for the generals to know what they would face if they did.

By the same token, if the American public would a) retain their evil black rifles in abundance, and b) continue to make it clear to Uncle Sugar and his minions that any attempt to take those EBRs will be bloody in the extreme, then Leviathan would be more likely to remain in its constitutionally mandated place.

Will some “chest thumpers” get killed?  Undoubtedly.  But if those chest thumpers were seen to number in the millions by the agents of Leviathan, then the likelihood that anyone need die for their rights would be diminished.  So in essence, every time some limp wristed Fudd spouts the idea that we should all cower and cringe along with the rest of the Sheeple, then that Fudd has actually raised the chances that Obongo and company will make the ultimate grab.  I am reminded of Alexander Solszenitsyn who talked of how they burned in the camps with the knowledge that had they only mustered the courage to resist, the entire Soviet revolution might have died in its cradle.

A few days ago I had lunch with a policeman I know.  The conversation naturally went in the direction of the coming executive order concerning guns.  He expressed real fear that the government would chose such a course because he realized that to do so would set the gun owning American public directly on a collision course with law enforcement.  And he correctly deduced the inevitable deadly results of such a course.  It is GOOD for liberty that law enforcement has such a fear! 

I am so very glad that people in this country were once made of sterner stuff, and that the prevailing attitude was not one of cringing at the mention of potential government action.  Imagine if Paul Revere’s wife said “Paul, don’t go out there and get your ass in trouble now”.  What if Capt. Parker had stood on Lexington Green in 1775 and told his militia to disperse in the face of British power?  Don’t you think he knew he might “get in trouble”?  Pffffft

If given my choice, I would rather be a chest thumper than a pansy-assed jello spine.  I know that one day I will die.  If God answers prayer then perhaps I will give a good accounting of myself.  But God forbid that I ever counsel my fellow liberty-minded Americans to hunker down and lay low!  I piss on those who take such a tack. 

The arrogance of authority

There was some sort of accident this morning as I made my way to work.  I could see the flashing lights of the police, fire truck and ambulance up ahead.  The four lane artery I was traveling was reduced to two lanes and heavy traffic (as you expect on a workday morning) was being funneled thru, albeit very slowly. 

As I neared the scene – after about 15 minutes of inching forward – I saw the fire truck and the meat wagon roll away.  A little closer now and I see there are no wrecked vehicles anywhere which leads me to suspect that a pedestrian was involved. 

In any event, all of the elements of the conflagration are gone – except for the three police cars blocking the center lanes of traffic.  The fat bodied tax feeders themselves are standing in the middle of the street conversing and laughing among themselves, completely oblivious to the blockage they are creating in the middle of the busy thoroughfare. 

Had I been willing to risk being tasered and beaten to within an inch of my life, I would have rolled down my window and yelled at those bastards to GET THE HELL OUT OF THE ROAD!  However I just wasn’t in the mood to spend any time in the ER or a jail cell this morning.

As Jefferson saw it...

“A strong body makes the mind strong. As to the species of exercises, I advise the gun. While this gives moderate exercise to the body, it gives boldness, enterprise, and independence to the mind. Games played with the ball, and others of that nature, are too violent for the body and stamp no character on the mind. Let your gun therefore be the constant companion of your walks.”

Thomas Jefferson in a letter to Peter Carr in 1785

Here it is... What Washington needs hear

I've been stewing for days now ever since the atrocious murder of all those little children in Newtown.  What can I say?  On the one hand I am furious that someone would harm little children.  If the sorry bastard hadn't already offed himself, I would gladly beat him to a pulp with a baseball bat.  The lowest regions of hell are reserved for those who harm innocent children.

On the other hand, I am just as angry that the anti-gun, collectivist hive members are willing to conflate me and other gun owners with that piece of excrement whose name I refuse to repeat here!

I am mad as hell that my elected representatives constantly dishonor their oath to the constitution.

I am mad as hell that the NRA will even sit down at the table with gun banning politicians.

I am mad as hell that the president [spit] threatens to go around congress [spit] via executive order and trample the 2A.

I am mad as hell that the American people aren't storming their state capitals demanding that state governments put Washington back in its place.

I am mad as hell that the media has become nothing but a propaganda machine for big government, and works actively against my Liberty.

I am mad as hell ... and I'm not going to take it any more!

The gentleman in this video says just what's on my mind and I endorse (with blood if need be) his every word and every syllable!

ANY FURTHER INFRINGEMENTS WILL NOT STAND.  I SWEAR BY MY BLOOD AND MY ETERNAL SOUL - THIS WILL NOT STAND!

UPDATE:  Here is what they have in mind.

Good stuff from Mayor Bloomberg

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Fiscal cliff and debt ceiling made simple

Someone sent me this so I cannot take credit for it. But the pure simplicity and common sense of it appealed to me.

Lesson # 1:

* U.S. Tax revenue: $ 2,170,000,000,000
* Fed budget: $ 3,820,000,000,000
* New debt: $ 1,650,000,000,000
* National debt: $ 14,271,000,000,000
* Recent budget cuts: $ 38,500,000,000

Let's now remove 8 zeros and pretend it's a household budget:

* Annual family income: $ 21,700
* Money the family spent: $ 38,200
* New debt on the credit card: $ 16,500
* Outstanding balance on the credit card: $ 142,710
* Total budget cuts so far: $ 38.50

Got It ?????

OK now, Lesson # 2:

Here's another way to look at the Debt Ceiling: Let's say, You come home from work and find there has been a sewer backup in your neighbourhood....and your home has sewage all the way up to your ceilings.

What do you think you should do ...... Raise the ceilings, or remove the sh*t?

So many ways to hurt and kill BESIDES using assault weapons

If only we could ban guns and stop all this violence!  But of course guns are the cause right?  Just get rid of the guns and we would all live in a unicorn populated, fairy-fart flavored world of rainbows and butterflies.

Yet there are OTHER ways of killing and hurting people don’t ya know!

Violence using a ukulele

http://blogs.seattletimes.com/today/2012/11/shoplifter-uses-ukulele-in-convenience-store-attack/?syndication=rss

Hammers seem particularly popular for violent crimes these days!

http://www.examiner.com/article/two-teens-arrested-for-gruesome-hammer-attack-near-sanford-fl

http://www.nbcnewyork.com/news/local/Spanish-Tourist-Attacked-Hammer-City-Hall-Park-164327066.html

http://blogs.denverpost.com/coldcases/2008/08/11/aurora-family-killed-by-intruder-with-taste-for-violence-2/2073/

Screwdrivers aren’t just for turning screws

http://www.looklocal.co.za/looklocal/content/en/roodepoort/roodepoort-news-crime?oid=6341745&sn=Detail&pid=489970&Girlfriend-killed-with-screwdriver

Knives are an old favorite

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nanping_school_stabbings

Ten men with knives attack college dorm.  I bet those kids wished that had an assault rifle with a high capacity magazine

http://www.chinadaily.com.cn/china/2010-05/20/content_9870125.htm

Machetes are very popular murder weapons in Jamaica (which has banned guns since 1974 on pain of an automatic life sentence in prison)

http://jamaica-star.com/thestar/20121006/news/news4.html

http://jamaica-gleaner.com/latest/article.php?id=38018

http://jamaica-gleaner.com/gleaner/20060521/news/news7.html

http://www.jamaicaobserver.com/news/Murder-at-Hill-Top-Prison_12557551

Let’s not forget swords as a weapon

http://www.timesledger.com/stories/2005/9/20050303-archive176.html

And you thought chainsaws for just for cutting wood!

http://www.dallasnews.com/news/community-news/lewisville/headlines/20100427-Police-found-chainsaw-still-running-at-7300.ece

And spatulas have more uses than flipping eggs

http://www.ksl.com/?nid=148&sid=12372717

Corkscrews can do more than just open wine bottles

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/02/15/nyregion/15kill.html?_r=2&ref=nyregion&

Here’s a good one: death by pickle jar!

http://www.southfloridagaynews.com/life-and-style/blogs/george-dauphin/1995-the-curious-case-of-the-pickle-jar-murder.html

Guns are a strict no no in Japan right?  But bowling balls are still legal there!

http://www.weirdasianews.com/2007/01/15/bowling-ball-murdersuicide-attempt/

Well it looks like we’ve got a lot of banning to do if we’re going to stop all this killing.  

Who are you to tell me what I can keep Governor?

Some remarks made recently by NY Governor Cuomo:

“There’s a big difference of opinion on these issues,”

Really?  Yet it would seem that MY opinion as a law-abiding gun owner isn't worth dog squat!

“I don’t think legitimate sportsmen are going to say, ‘I need an assault weapon to go hunting,’ ”

Just who made YOU an authority on the topic of 'legitimate sportsmen'?  There're excellent reasons besides hunting for owning any thing I damn well please!

- At the same time, he noted that he owns a shotgun that he has used for hunting -

Maybe his supposed ownership of a shotgun is what he thinks gives him to the right to dictate what Americans are allowed to own and not own.  Meanwhile I have no doubt he's followed around by well armed bodyguards so that HIS safety is never at issue!

Is this a bodyguard tagging along behind?  You reckon he's armed with something high-capacity?

“There is a balance here — I understand the rights of gun owners; I understand the rights of hunters.”

If you truly understood, you'd go do something more useful like balance your state's budget and leave guns alone.  By the way Guv.... you can stuff your 'balance' up your ass SIDEWAYS.

“Confiscation could be an option."

You think so huh?  And condemn some other mother's son to death to enforce your fascist will.

"Mandatory sale to the state could be an option."

Ya know ... the way I see it, I am all caught up on my quota for 'mandatory' stuff. You can put 'mandatory' in the same place that you put 'balance'!

"Permitting could be an option — keep your gun but permit it.”

Me and millions of other Americans are done with the notion of asking gubmint permission for things we see as God-given.  I invite the governor to visit dictionary.com and look up the word UNALIENABLE.


These ass-hats are playing with fire!!!

Why is it okay to kill some children - but not others?

The killing of these children was an atrocity (not a tragedy!)

But killing these children is just business as usual for the American Empire.

On dogs

I read another blogger’s post recently where he was reminiscing about his best dog ever.  That got me to thinking about my best dog and I realized that I’ve never written about her, nor do I have any pictures of her.

Brunie (short for Brunehilda) was a brown female dachshund that we got from a family member when I was maybe 7 or 8 years old.  She was smart, loving, and full of energy; all the things you might want in a small boy’s pet.  Brunie was an outside dog since my mother was adamantly opposed to any animal ever coming in the house.  When a cousin came to visit one time and brought along her own dog (an inside dog), I thought my mother was going to have a cow!  But that’s another story.

As I have mentioned elsewhere, our yard contained pecan trees, plum trees, grape vines, and fig trees.  These food crop trees were in constant peril from marauding squirrels, and I was aided in my on-going defense mission by the ever vigilant Brunie.  She positively HATED squirrels, and no squirrel ever got into our yard that Brunie was unaware of.  I recall her sitting on her haunches with her eyes locked upwards for long periods of time waiting for some furry interloper to grow weary of hiding and make a run for it. Her patience was unwavering, and her enthusiasm for the hunt was unflagging. 

Brunie never had the benefit of formal training, but she would always come when called since she was such a loving little dog.  But there was one situation where you could expect Brunie to ignore you: when there was another dog around.  She would positively go nuts if another dog came into our yard.  If she saw another dog, you could forget trying to control her – all she could think about was getting to that other dog so she could make friends.

There came the day when we were in the front yard decorating the house for Christmas. The front gate was open (as it usually was) and we lived on a busy highway.  Bruine was of course hanging out in the front yard with me and my parents as we worked.  That is until she saw some other dog running alongside the road on the opposite side.  No amount of yelling or screaming could stop her as she headed out the gate at high speed; directly under the wheels of a passing car.

I saw the whole thing unfold very clearly from my perch on a ladder as I was handing lights up to my dad on the roof.  The car never even slowed down. Brunie was horribly injured but somehow was still alive.  Daddy suggested that the thing to do was to put Brunie out of her misery, but eleven year-old GunRights4US begged for her to be taken to the vet. 

To this day I do not know where my family came up with the money for what must have been a tremendous bill.  Brunie spent many days in the animal hospital, and this was a time when our family was struggling to make ends meet financially.  But somehow they managed it - my folks strongly believed in paying their bills!

Brunie was paralyzed from the waist down, and she had to drag herself along the ground.  But she was alive, and she was the same sweet and loving dog that meant the world to me.  For many months we worked with her trying to exercise her legs in an attempt to keep the muscles from atrophying.  But it was not until we got another dachshund puppy named Yippy that Brunie was motivated to try walking again. 

I no longer remember how long that whole process was, from the time of the accident until the time when Brunie recovered the ability to walk.  My parents are both dead now so there’s no one to ask about it.  I’m sure it was over a year – certainly a very long time.  But she did finally regain the use of her legs.  Her tail never wagged again, but you didn’t need that indicator of how happy Brunie was anyway.  You could see the love and the joy in her face!

I recall my mother being particularly glad at Brunie’s recovery because of how often Brunie would drag herself into the woods behind Yippi, and then get stuck somewhere.  Yippy would come to the back door and bark until it got Mama’s attention, and then Mama would go looking for Brunie and have to carry her back to the yard. 

One day I came home from school and there was no Brunie to greet me.  I looked everywhere but I couldn’t find her.  I asked Mama and Daddy, but they claimed ignorance.  This process went on for a few days; I would come home and search for my dog, and then question my parents.  Something about the way they were acting gave me cause to suspect that they weren’t being wholly truthful.  Finally my father admitted that he had found Brunie beside the road, and this time there was no vet that could help.  She had obviously been hit by a car and apparently killed instantly.  I cried for a long time, and the memory of that loss still brings an ache to my heart even forty years later. 

The thought occurs to me that God was indeed wise to provide man with a pet that could give so much unconditional love.  Thinking of my little furry friend from long ago, I reach down and pet my current little furry friend, a black miniature dachshund named Chopstick – and I am thankful.