West Virginia is offering the counties of Virginia the opportunity to leave tyranny behind by coming a part of West Virginia.
While it sounds outrageous and impossible there is one county that can do this at their leisure, Frederick county.
The Frederick county eligibility for this goes back to the Civil War when West Virginia was shucked off of Virginia and made as a separate state of the Union. Virginia, as everyone knows was a part of the Confederacy.
Frederick county was offered the chance to become a part of WV and didn't take the offer. The offer never was retracted and they can probably leave at will.
I imagine it would be rather hard for the other counties to quit Virginia but it is likely not insurmountable.
Still, it is an interesting concept for those Virginians not wanting to live under tyranny.
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Friday, January 31, 2020
Thursday, January 30, 2020
Hello there!
Still frigging around with a Kindle
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Wednesday, January 29, 2020
Tuesday, January 28, 2020
I am sick and tired of the impeachment
proceedings that are purely politically motivated.
They don't have a damned thing on Trump, the evidence in question is simply "Orange Man Bad" and that's it.
What the Dems HAVE done is prove to us that as soon as they get the house and the Senate they will simply shit can the president and get all there and screw us all.
Now I see Mitt Romney getting in there trying to garner votes to permit witnesses and obviously try and stick it to Trump.
That's because Mitt Romney is a sore loser and thinks it's not fair that he didn't get his turn and Trump did. He's like a nasty little kid.
They ought to throw Romney out of politics completely and then he could become a model for a new fashion like called "Mom's Jeans".
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They don't have a damned thing on Trump, the evidence in question is simply "Orange Man Bad" and that's it.
What the Dems HAVE done is prove to us that as soon as they get the house and the Senate they will simply shit can the president and get all there and screw us all.
Now I see Mitt Romney getting in there trying to garner votes to permit witnesses and obviously try and stick it to Trump.
That's because Mitt Romney is a sore loser and thinks it's not fair that he didn't get his turn and Trump did. He's like a nasty little kid.
They ought to throw Romney out of politics completely and then he could become a model for a new fashion like called "Mom's Jeans".
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Monday, January 27, 2020
I do believe the Republic is at a serious crossroads and
we are seeing a series of power plays going on.
What's happening in Virginia goes well beyond gun control. What is happening there is a power play.
Now that the Democrats have the triple play of the state government they are planning on keeping it through foul means.
The present term for governor is four years and they want to up it to eight. They also want to change the requirements for recall to make it more difficult to legally recall senators and delegates.
As of now gathering the signatures of 10% of the people that voted in the election the delegate or senator ran in is enough to trigger a recall election. The Democrats want to change it to 25% and the people have 60 days to gather them. This effectively makes any attempt at recall difficult at best and upsets the system. People have right to recall elected officials.
In addition to this, they are also tampering with the ballot box, planning on enacting legislation that would permit anyone whatsoever to come in and vote. This includes illegal immigrants who certainly have no right to access the American ballot box anywhere.
The courts have been too heavily politicized now for decades. As of now federally one sees Trump is doing what he can to to stuff the Supreme Court with conservatives like Obama tried to stuff it with liberals. Courts are not supposed to be political in any way. They are supposed to clarify points of law and Constitutionality of laws and various situations as the arise. Nothing more, nothing less.
The courts should be neither liberal nor conservative.
Under the Virginian constitution there is a statement that reads as such: "That a well regulated militia, composed of the body of the people, trained to arms, is the proper, natural, and safe defense of a free state, therefore, the right of the people to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed; …"
Generally when a government decides to do something they would be shot for they try and disarm the citizenry. It looks like the Virginia state government is getting ready to do something they probably should be shot for.
Theodore Roosevelt said once that our freedoms are protected by four boxes, the soap the ballot box, the jury box and the cartridge box.
What I see going on in Virginia is tyranny.
They have corrupted the jury box, are in the process of tampering with the ballot box. They seem to completely ignore the citizenry because the day after Lobby Day they went about the process of enacting unconstitutional gun laws after 25,000 people showed up to protest it. It was a slap in the face of the people. So much for the soap box.
This, of course means the only box left is the cartridge box.
Right now I will bear no ill will whatsoever toward any Virginian that opens the cartridge box.
As far as I am concerned the people of Virginia did their due diligence by holding the rally and putting the state government on notice.
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What's happening in Virginia goes well beyond gun control. What is happening there is a power play.
Now that the Democrats have the triple play of the state government they are planning on keeping it through foul means.
The present term for governor is four years and they want to up it to eight. They also want to change the requirements for recall to make it more difficult to legally recall senators and delegates.
As of now gathering the signatures of 10% of the people that voted in the election the delegate or senator ran in is enough to trigger a recall election. The Democrats want to change it to 25% and the people have 60 days to gather them. This effectively makes any attempt at recall difficult at best and upsets the system. People have right to recall elected officials.
In addition to this, they are also tampering with the ballot box, planning on enacting legislation that would permit anyone whatsoever to come in and vote. This includes illegal immigrants who certainly have no right to access the American ballot box anywhere.
The courts have been too heavily politicized now for decades. As of now federally one sees Trump is doing what he can to to stuff the Supreme Court with conservatives like Obama tried to stuff it with liberals. Courts are not supposed to be political in any way. They are supposed to clarify points of law and Constitutionality of laws and various situations as the arise. Nothing more, nothing less.
The courts should be neither liberal nor conservative.
Under the Virginian constitution there is a statement that reads as such: "That a well regulated militia, composed of the body of the people, trained to arms, is the proper, natural, and safe defense of a free state, therefore, the right of the people to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed; …"
Generally when a government decides to do something they would be shot for they try and disarm the citizenry. It looks like the Virginia state government is getting ready to do something they probably should be shot for.
Theodore Roosevelt said once that our freedoms are protected by four boxes, the soap the ballot box, the jury box and the cartridge box.
What I see going on in Virginia is tyranny.
They have corrupted the jury box, are in the process of tampering with the ballot box. They seem to completely ignore the citizenry because the day after Lobby Day they went about the process of enacting unconstitutional gun laws after 25,000 people showed up to protest it. It was a slap in the face of the people. So much for the soap box.
This, of course means the only box left is the cartridge box.
Right now I will bear no ill will whatsoever toward any Virginian that opens the cartridge box.
As far as I am concerned the people of Virginia did their due diligence by holding the rally and putting the state government on notice.
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Sunday, January 26, 2020
Someone asked me about the most interesting thing I saw at the rally.
It was a woman. Barbara Billingsley, AKA June Cleaver actually has a doppelganger and I saw her.
Now time has passed and Wally retired from Boeing as a senior engineer last year. Beaver took over Ward's job, He spent a career sitting at a desk that had only a phone on it and occasionally spoke with Clarence Rutherford who also took over his father's job. He calls him Clarence instead of his childhood nickname of Lumpy.
The Beav has about a year or two before he pulls his retirement.
Ward has been dead for several years now but June lives on and is about 90 right now and fairly spry. She is known throughout Mayfield for her pies and brownies which she bakes for the church rummages sale. The church actually takes orders for them and delivers them to the people that order them.
The reason the church delivers them is because they can't sell them at the rummage sale anymore. Too any fistfights over them have broken out in the church hall over June's pies. Yes, they are that good.
Anyway, I looked out of the corner of my eye and there she was. June Cleaver at the ripe old age of about 90. She was still in a house dress and was wearing her signature string of pearls and she was very much June Cleaver. I looked and saw that something appeared to be a little out of character until I realized that she was carrying slung over her shoulder and AK 47.
Sure, her back was kind of hunched over and it was pretty heavy on her poor tired old bones but it was there. A ninety something year old June Cleaver doppelganger with an AK over her shoulder.
I wish I had been able to stop and talk to her for a second but I had other things to do.
God bless her.
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Now time has passed and Wally retired from Boeing as a senior engineer last year. Beaver took over Ward's job, He spent a career sitting at a desk that had only a phone on it and occasionally spoke with Clarence Rutherford who also took over his father's job. He calls him Clarence instead of his childhood nickname of Lumpy.
The Beav has about a year or two before he pulls his retirement.
Ward has been dead for several years now but June lives on and is about 90 right now and fairly spry. She is known throughout Mayfield for her pies and brownies which she bakes for the church rummages sale. The church actually takes orders for them and delivers them to the people that order them.
The reason the church delivers them is because they can't sell them at the rummage sale anymore. Too any fistfights over them have broken out in the church hall over June's pies. Yes, they are that good.
Anyway, I looked out of the corner of my eye and there she was. June Cleaver at the ripe old age of about 90. She was still in a house dress and was wearing her signature string of pearls and she was very much June Cleaver. I looked and saw that something appeared to be a little out of character until I realized that she was carrying slung over her shoulder and AK 47.
Sure, her back was kind of hunched over and it was pretty heavy on her poor tired old bones but it was there. A ninety something year old June Cleaver doppelganger with an AK over her shoulder.
I wish I had been able to stop and talk to her for a second but I had other things to do.
God bless her.
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Saturday, January 25, 2020
Things change.
I see things slowly change and it is what it is.
The battle between the States as one could call it seems to be changing. It is becoming a battle between the city slickers and the country bumpkins, so to speak.
I see the flyover states tend to be more conservative and the citified areas more liberal.
I suppose that the rural (read agricultural) areas could simply stop producing for a while and starve the cities out. It would be an interesting sight to see bread lines in major cities but I hope it doesn't come to that. (Meanwhile Joe Farmer is waxing fat, getting up from the table with a toothpick between greasy lips)
I think one of the big problem is that too damned any people don't have a single clue as to how government is supposed to work.
The idiots that think Hillary would be sworn in if Trump gets impeached has proven that one.
A good class in Civics ought to me mandatory in public schools.
Ben Franklin said, "A Republic, if we can keep it."
Looks like we're not doing a very good job of it.
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The battle between the States as one could call it seems to be changing. It is becoming a battle between the city slickers and the country bumpkins, so to speak.
I see the flyover states tend to be more conservative and the citified areas more liberal.
I suppose that the rural (read agricultural) areas could simply stop producing for a while and starve the cities out. It would be an interesting sight to see bread lines in major cities but I hope it doesn't come to that. (Meanwhile Joe Farmer is waxing fat, getting up from the table with a toothpick between greasy lips)
I think one of the big problem is that too damned any people don't have a single clue as to how government is supposed to work.
The idiots that think Hillary would be sworn in if Trump gets impeached has proven that one.
A good class in Civics ought to me mandatory in public schools.
Ben Franklin said, "A Republic, if we can keep it."
Looks like we're not doing a very good job of it.
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Friday, January 24, 2020
A comment from a gay black woman that attended the VA rally
I hate to steal things but this one said an awful lot about the rally.
I was handed this off of another board and it rang true. Totally true.
I wish I could find the woman to verify the veracity of this, I do know it isn't copyrighted, though. However, I seriously doubt the woman that wrote this would care if I use it. While I do not know personally who wrote it I believe it's 100% true.
"The rally was absolutely not about white supremacy, but it was a battle cry for the supremacy of our constitutional rights. They are, after all, supreme. The backbone of this country is built from it and that is why we are the strongest country in this world. There is no other country on the face of this earth with a history as bloody and beautiful as the American history when it comes to our constitutional rights and the strength those right give us as people. Why it pretty much says that we are ALLOWED to remain armed so we can overthrow a corrupt government in order to stay the right course. And it's our history and the lessons learned from it that gave me the strength to go to this rally even though I had three strikes against me according to the mainstream news: I am black, I am a woman, I am gay.
"While I could not cover my black face since that was against the rules and I didn't much feel like advertising my sexual orientation, I still wore my LGBTQ pin right next to a round, orange sticker that proclaimed that Guns Save Lives and my pink toboggan. Many white men, yes ... you read that right ... so many wonderful white men shook my hand, told me wonderful tales about their daughters or sons or brothers or sisters who are also LGBTQ and I got so many white fists raised for bumps and not in anger in any way that I had to keep putting lotion on my ashy knuckles. I was warmly embraced, quite literally, as a friend by people I am constantly told hate me just because they have less pigment in their skin, are straight, and have a penis. That was not my experience. That was not the experience of any black person I saw or spoke with. And yes, there were too many there to count.
"If you needed further proof that the people in attendance were not there to proclaim that their whiteness was the reason they should have the right to keep and bear arms then let me tell you this. I was wearing my bug out bag because if I'm honest, maybe a part of me did think shit could go south and I wanted to be prepared. I had my water bottle attached and at some point, it fell off. You have to understand me when I tell you that we were shoulder to shoulder in some areas and forward momentum was like crawling through mud in spots.
"Anyway, my bottle fell off. I heard someone shouting, "Lady! Hey, lady!! Pink hat lady! Yo! Pink hat lady!" I was prepared for many things when I turned and saw that the person shouting for me was in possession of a flag that had stars and bars. The jaded part of me was braced for many things because of my experiences with racism. But this young man smiled brilliantly at me, held up my bottle so I could see it, fought through the crowd to get to me and handed it over with a polite, "That got knocked off, ma'am. You might get thirsty later. You having a good time? Where you from?"
"Then we talked about my bag and he pulled his bag around to show me that his was identical to mine and showed me a better way to attach my bottle. He even attached it for me and then stood there and walked me through some weird knot a couple of times so he was sure I got it down correctly and it wouldn't be knocked off again. He taught me that knot repeatedly and told me he sails a lot and was in the Navy. He initiated a hug, held my hand in his for a moment before he left, and told me how wonderful it was to have met me. He thanked me for being there.
"See, for you and if I'm honest, myself as well ... it affects me to see those stars and bars. Why? I actually thought about that after I met and spoke with that young man. It affects me because I've been told repeatedly it should affect me. I've been told repeatedly it was a sign of racism. That's how I viewed it until now. Just like people look at me and see a black face, a lesbian, a woman and make up their mind about me ... that's how I viewed people with that flag. I judged. But let me say this. Just because I viewed it that way doesn't mean the person carrying it views it that way. To them, it might mean something else entirely. To them, it might be a symbol of something I don't even know about and I can feel offended about it or I can look at the bigger picture and see that at the end of the day what matters is humanity and being good to each other.
"I can tell you that I, black as mud, nowhere near straight, very much a female, felt absolutely safe and welcomed and at home with literally thousands of white men who were walking around with loaded guns. If any single one of them had felt some kind of way about me well, I was outnumbered and they could have said/done anything. They didn't. They were friendly, helpful, funny, determined, and strong. I felt like I counted amongst them and my takeaway was that they were glad to have me there. I laughed. I joked. I hugged. I felt. I fist bumped. I lifted my voice up to say the Pledge of Allegiance and to shout USA USA USA because that matters. I mattered. In a sea of white, what stood out the most was how they all let me blend right in and they did it with open arms.
"So you can take that hate and your black against white racism right off my page. You think you are allowed to be racist just because you're black? Let me tell you something. The only racist anywhere is you and that's a damn shame. You set us back with the way you think and the racist things you say when what you should be doing is recognizing that you would not be where you are today if white people hadn't fought and lobbied and marched right alongside our black ancestors to get you the civil rights you have today. So don't come sideways at me again talking about how I'm somebody's gun-n***er. What I am is a friend to a very good cause. And you're the damn joke who sat the gun rally out because you don't like the second amendment but you'll be the first one screaming when they come for the first amendment once they wipe out the second. Because anyone who wants to run their mouth and say wrong shit all day NEEDS their speech to be protected. Fool."
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Thursday, January 23, 2020
A few years back I got a lot of crap over being against
gay marriage which irked me.
It was a leftist do gooder that was a total jerk.
Actually my take on it is that government should issue civil unions to any two beings that want one. I suppose if someone wants to marry a halibut it's fine by me if they can prove that the halibut finds it agreeable.
Of course, it nothing will do but you get married than find a preacher that will marry you.
Anyway, I expressed that I was against the government being in the marriage business and Mr. Do-Gooder said, "Even for gays?"
My answer was "Even for everybody," and I left it at that.
A couple days later I was quoted as being against gay marriage.
That, People is how leftist work work.
Be careful when you hear someone say anything about anyone.
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Wednesday, January 22, 2020
I am starting to see the fallout of the Richmond Rally
Of course Red Ralphie has ignored it. I expected that.
The MainStream Media has panned it and there are many patently dishonest articles out there to be seen.
Still, for those who want it, the truth is getting out. The MSM is slowly being outed by social media. A lot is getting through and the fact that there are other news sources is slowly forcing the MSM to tell the truth about the rally.
It was like Woodstock but with guns....and oh, yeah. Unlike the hippies in NY back in '69 who left a shit house, WE left the place spotless.
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The MainStream Media has panned it and there are many patently dishonest articles out there to be seen.
Still, for those who want it, the truth is getting out. The MSM is slowly being outed by social media. A lot is getting through and the fact that there are other news sources is slowly forcing the MSM to tell the truth about the rally.
It was like Woodstock but with guns....and oh, yeah. Unlike the hippies in NY back in '69 who left a shit house, WE left the place spotless.
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Tuesday, January 21, 2020
AAR. Richmond.
This is my perspective and mine only. There were over 25,000 people there and that means 25,000 perspectives. If you were there you most likely saw it either from the other side of the crowd or through your eyes.
Also OPSEC prevails here. I won't post anyone's name or some of the technical details of the equipment we used.
Your mileage may vary.
I begin.
I left Pittsburgh with a terrible know in my stomach. I felt terrible and in my heart I knew I was headed into a real shit storm. I cringed but there are times a man just has to do what he has to do. I took my dentures out and parked them in the glove box. One strips things like that off when he expects combat because they get lost in the fray.
I have been in a couple of civil disturbances in my day and know that the drill. It doesn't take a lot to turn a gathering into a melee and if this one broke into one it was going to be bloody. Really, really bloody. I knew what it would take to set it off and it wasn't going to be a whole lot.
Still, even though I thought there was going to be a damned good chance of being killed, injured or arrested I went. I had to. Not for me but for future generations. If I didn't I would never be able to face my niece, nephew and Godson again.
The arguments and discussions I have heard and read over the past few days had started me head spinning and I wondered what I was getting into. I had dealings twice over the years with with Virginia policeman and both were negative. One was really rude and stupid on his part.
I had been drinking a bottle of some sort of soda out of a long necked bottle sitting on my tailgate in a parking lot one hot night and a cruiser pulled in and the cop headed into the store. He saw me and as he passed me he looked at me carefully, saw what I was drinking and snapped at me, "If that was Budweiser I'd throw your ass in jail." It was uncalled for and just plain ignorant. I was doing nothing wrong.
That was years ago and that is water under the bridge. That was then, this is now. What was I going into?
A couple of locals had warned me about the way Virginia law works. For example I was advised NOT to pee behind a dumpster because public urination in VA can get a person on the sex crime list. It WILL if they don't like you.
I was also aware that tensions were running high. The VA courts had ruled in favor of the governor and permitted him to change the Lobby Day rules. There was a list of prohibited items that could not be taken onto the capitol grounds. Believe it or not, the list included torches and pitchforks.
The days of yore tools of the gnarled peasant were outlawed! What a joke!
I had a person offer me a couch and a ride into town for the rally and I arrived and got part of the inside scoop. As earlier planned, I was going to help him with reconnaissance. He and I would both carry handheld radios and wander the fringes looking for anatomies and report it up the chain.
We were not to openly carry arms and simply be the quiet, grey man type and be unremarkable looking. I looked at the situation and decided that the thirty year different in our ages I could pass myself off as his Uncle Pic that he was showing the city to of anyone asked.
Before I left home I had decided not to shave as unshaven I look a bit older than my 68 years. It would add to the appearance. I threw an old brown barn coat over myself and an Elmer Fudd hat on my head and a pair of old aviator shades on. I looked unremarkable, a borderline homeless old man. I would also carry a cane to add to the harmless appearance.
Arriving at my host's home I quickly dug in. We had to get downtown to a pre rally meeting and check in and make sure we had the latest dope on what to expect.
Later in the early evening we headed to a place in Richmond and got the inside scoop an a few things regarding the rally. I knew a lot of the people from the internet and it was good to see them in public. I'm sure they were disappointed in what they saw. Whatever.
One of the things that we were told is that if we heard the words "This is an unlawful assembly." that we were to get word up to the top MOST riki tik. It was also explained that if the words were heard that it would be scant seconds before the police released crowd control gas.
A couple of people said that if that happened that we were free to do as our conscience and equipment dictated. In my case I had no equipment for that kind of trouble and realized I wasn't a kid anymore. I would probably simply get in the way and/or become a casualty needing help. I would be a detriment.
I remember Kent State well and although I hadn't signed any long term leases on life lately I am simply too damned old to get in there and brawl.
I knew pretty much what would happen if Red Ralphie ordered us to leave. The gas would fly, a lot of our guys would pull out gas masks and there would be one hell of a melee. If that happened all bets as to the outcome would be off. My guess is that the Capitol would be entered and possibly overrun leaving Red Ralphie screaming "Zips in the wire" or something as he fled through one of the tunnels. It would get real ugly real fast. He would likely be crammed into some sort of armored vehicle, carted off to a waiting airplane and head off to his vacation home in Bermuda. He would likely escape, though.
We left the meeting and reconnoitered the capitol area noticing the fences and my host was trying to give me the lay of the land. It was a waste of time because my city artificial horizon had tumbled. Thank God he had given me a map and I knew where to go if we got separated. I would return to the parking garage and the car. We also had an if all else fails escape route planned and head west. From there we would travel out of the area and call someone for a ride home. My guide was a true professional.
In a way this was a pretty good place for me. I was in a supporting level of some sort and at least I was contributing. I was to find myself monitoring the 2 meter area repeater. This was not one of the organized commo channels but if the SHTF there would likely be a lot of useful dope sent on it because the channels we had would be hopelessly jammed up.
We returned to his house and basically we shared a nightcap with his other house guests and sacked out. We knew we had to get there at Oh dark thirty and meet at a certain staging area.
One of his other house guests was accompanying us and the three of us left early and grabbed a breakfast. I was keyed up to a certain degree. The knot in my stomach was still there and my habit of a big breakfast before a long day didn't mesh. I knew I would toss chow if I ate heavily so I grabbed a small breakfast and a short coffee as I didn't want or need excess liquids. I knew the porta potties would likely be overrun and I had been warned about peeing in a dark corner. I also hit the head and coaxed as much urine out of my system as I could.
It was damned cold outside and on our way back to the car my pard commented that the wind, cold and dry air would dissipate any gas agents that wore likely to be deployed. I was not equipped for any infighting. I did, however, have a spare bottle of water and a cotton scarf along with a pair of goggles and that would likely let me escape fairly unscathed.
As we were driving in I asked my host what the odds were that we were driving into a shit storm of epic proportions. He knew Virginia, the local politics and had the general lay of the land.
"About 70%" was his terse answer. The knot in my stomach tightened a bit more.
We parked and wandered over to a spot on the march route that was to be used by one of the armed groups that was mustering and waited. They arrived and we let them pass. It was pretty much a company sized unit and my trained eye told me a lot.
They were professional, very professional and obviously had been trained. I didn't see one drop of spit nor a dab of polish. The boots and uniforms were well worn and every one of them had added things according to their individual tastes. These guys knew their shit. They were the guys that had fought in Afghanistan. Others were the brawlers of the disagreement of Fallujah and knew city fighting well.
These were the guys that had the 0311, the 11B type MOS behind them. They were infantry, combat engineers, whatever with a smattering of others.
Nobody just falls in and joins the ranks of a group like that. I could tell that practically all of them had paid some pretty hefty dues. I saw a scar here, what looked like a burn on someone's hand. One had a somewhat visible limp. At the least virtually all of them had been taken from home and hearth and been deployed overseas. I saw one of them slip into the 10,000 yard stare for a few seconds and then snap out of it.
This wasn't a parade. Nobody was in step. These men were not marching. They were foot slogging. The 120 pace per minute of the parade ground had slowed to a pace that was simply comfortable.
They were not as hard as they had been a few years ago. There were small paunches here and there and some had the beginnings of grey hair but they were still damned tough. They were also skilled. I also noted that it looked like every one of them had a gas mask discreetly hidden in their pack somewhere.
I knew damned good and well that these guys were not going to start anything, but if anything started they were damned likely to finish it. In the event they didn't make the meal of things they would sure get a big, thick meat sandwich out of the deal and those that had the stupidity to tangle with them would be eating leftovers.
I also looked at the leadership. The NCO level leaders seemed to have an comfortable, easy relationship with their men. There was no pompous Sergeant Major screaming at someone to police his moostach. No boot lieutenant types lowering their voices three octaves to address the men. The leaders were fairly soft spoken men.It was obvious that these guys knew how to lead an armed populace unlike Red Ralphie. There was little humor, though. Things were too serious.
I made a mental check of the list of stuff that had been banned and saw that just about everything on it was present. Rifles, body armor, bayonets and so forth. However there were two absent items from the list I noticed. Nobody had a torch or a pitchfork.
Incidentally this wasn't the only organized group. This was just the one I followed in.
As usual, I could not keep my mouth shut. I made a wry comment about how I heard no complaints from them because complaining soldiers are happy soldiers.
A couple of them chuckled and turned around grinning. "That's because we're not too happy to be here," said one of them. I said that he had a very valid point. Most people were NOT happy to be there. I sure wasn't.
As we neared the capitol area there were a couple of cops handing out leaflets. They contained a map of the area and also a list of what was not permitted in the fenced in capitol area. I read it and quickly threw in in a trash can we passed by. If I were to be arrested carrying this paper it would have been solid evidence I had been warned about whatever.
Another cop in the group told the guy in front of me to remove his magazine and he looked offended. He was not part of the organized outfit, just another guy carrying openly. I quickly and quietly told him he ought to and he removed it with a dubious look. I spoke to him in a voice meant for the cop to hear.
" You can load that rifle fast enough if you have to use it." The cop gave me a real dirty look. We wandered up another fifty feet and I told him to replace his magazine. Later I heard he did that to a lot of people who took it out, wandered along and promptly replaced it.
We slogged into the capitol area and then the three of us peeled off to wander the streets in the area and see what we could see. We were looking for large sized groups of policemen, large vehicles, anything armored and anything that didn't look right. Over the course of the rally we reported in a couple of things but nothing that had us truly worried.
We did notice that the areas where things could be hidden were sealed off. They were not trying to display a show of force. My guess is they realized that a lot of people were loaded for bear.
I think I did at least a little good stumbling around and hobbling along with a cane that I really didn't need even though I am a somewhat overweight old man. I really ought to get into better shape. Still, the cane did some good. It made my partner look like he was giving his ancient uncle a tour.
Our general route was to wander the outlying areas for a while and then return to the crowd. for a bit and we had an if you turn up missing reassembly point. This proved wise as the third guy got lost for a while and we later picked him up at the rally point.
I saw a woman cop with a sour look on her face and said to her, "Marry me and I will take you away from all of this and you'll never have to wrestle with stinking drunk again. We will move into a little house in the suburbs and raise 2.3 children and live in bliss forever."
She is the first woman I have said that to that has not been amused by it. On the other hand I did like on the edge of being a scruffy wino.
I managed to spend some time with the crowd and it looked like the media was pretty disappointed. I saw only one thing even resembling a confederate flag and that was a combination of Old Glory, and the Southern Cross. It was actually a statement that we were one nation. I did see an LGBTQ flag and wandered over for a second. After all, I want to see gay married couples able to defend their marijuana plants with guns. There was a sign there that gun rights were gay rights. That's absolutely true.
As I was wandering back to meet my host I saw a burly big old school looking kind of guy. A few years back he probably would have been aghast to see the Rainbow flag and muttered something nasty about faggots. I turned to him and made the comment about gay married couples being able to defend their pot plants and he snapped back, "Damned tootin'!"
I looked at him and said to him, "I'm a straight white male and if I didn't have other things to do I do believe I would have showed up carrying a Rainbow flag just to watch the media melt down!"
"I'd have joined you," he chuckled and I wandered off.
I heard that ANTIFA Richmond had posted that they, too support the RKBA and would NOT attend although I'd bet several members did on their own.
Wandering the crowd I saw a slice of the entire state. There were everyone from someone's great grandmother to her great grandchildren. Nobody was obnoxious but the mood of the crowd was annoyed.
Some very young woman politely asked me how I was doing. She was obviously polished. A truly classy woman. I answered her, "Not worth a shit! I have a government that isn't listening to us!"
She laughed outright and told me she had the same problem.
By now the knot in my gut had disappeared. Reed Ralphie wasn't going to push the issue and I knew that there wasn't likely to be a riot. I also had not heard a single ND (negligent discharge) I was impressed. What was more important is that the cops were loosening up.
About half of the people were packing long guns overtly and I knew there were a whole slew of those packing concealed. I saw some poor, tired looking guy packing a Barrett. Another guy was probably a kindred spirit. He was packing a bayoneted Garand. I saw a pair of damned expensive 12 gauge trap guns and God only knows what else.
There were also a couple of county sheriffs there. I thanked one of them for showing up.
It was interesting to note that armed, unarmed didn't matter. Everyone was comfortable together and the three of us traveling together decided to listen to a couple of speeches but were too far away. Our efforts to recon had been in vain. I guess Red Ralphie wasn't entirely stupid. It had been a total success and there was a bonus.
As we were leaving someone shouted "Police call! Let's leave this place cleaner than we found it!"
I shouted , "Yeah! Your mother isn't here to pick up after you!"
Some guy answered indignantly, "She sure the hell is! She's over there!" and pointed.
"I'm damned well not going to clean up after you!" she shot back.
On the way out one of the cops was telling people to come back next year.
Did this do any good?
I don't know but it did show Red Ralphie that he was seriously outgunned. If he was even a little bit smart he would back down but he's an idiot. He is probably going to double down.
Someone set up a Guillotine nearby and the police quietly took it down when it was unguarded. It's too bad. They should have left it up and given Ralphie something to contemplate. It's clear now that the people have the strength to cart him off and do as we see fit. The truth is he is where he is now only because of the kindness of the people. We could easily take his head down to the nearest bowling alley and bowl with it.
Incidentally the ballot box has failed. The newly elected candidates have turned on us.
The jury box has proven itself to be useless when it permitted Red Ralphie to over rule the word of law.
The rally was a case of using the soap box and we'll see if that works. The snake has shaken its tail and we'll see if they are paying attention.
If it doesn't we shall see if Virginians are willing to open the cartridge box. If they do that I seriously doubt that the Richmond government will be able to withstand it for very long. I pray that they don't have to but it doesn't look very good.
Then again, there IS an alternative. It's called VEXIT.
West Virginia will probably be willing to take in all the RKBA counties if they so desire. It actually doesn't sound like a bad deal. Taxes are lower in WV.
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Your mileage may vary.
I begin.
I left Pittsburgh with a terrible know in my stomach. I felt terrible and in my heart I knew I was headed into a real shit storm. I cringed but there are times a man just has to do what he has to do. I took my dentures out and parked them in the glove box. One strips things like that off when he expects combat because they get lost in the fray.
I have been in a couple of civil disturbances in my day and know that the drill. It doesn't take a lot to turn a gathering into a melee and if this one broke into one it was going to be bloody. Really, really bloody. I knew what it would take to set it off and it wasn't going to be a whole lot.
Still, even though I thought there was going to be a damned good chance of being killed, injured or arrested I went. I had to. Not for me but for future generations. If I didn't I would never be able to face my niece, nephew and Godson again.
The arguments and discussions I have heard and read over the past few days had started me head spinning and I wondered what I was getting into. I had dealings twice over the years with with Virginia policeman and both were negative. One was really rude and stupid on his part.
I had been drinking a bottle of some sort of soda out of a long necked bottle sitting on my tailgate in a parking lot one hot night and a cruiser pulled in and the cop headed into the store. He saw me and as he passed me he looked at me carefully, saw what I was drinking and snapped at me, "If that was Budweiser I'd throw your ass in jail." It was uncalled for and just plain ignorant. I was doing nothing wrong.
That was years ago and that is water under the bridge. That was then, this is now. What was I going into?
A couple of locals had warned me about the way Virginia law works. For example I was advised NOT to pee behind a dumpster because public urination in VA can get a person on the sex crime list. It WILL if they don't like you.
I was also aware that tensions were running high. The VA courts had ruled in favor of the governor and permitted him to change the Lobby Day rules. There was a list of prohibited items that could not be taken onto the capitol grounds. Believe it or not, the list included torches and pitchforks.
The days of yore tools of the gnarled peasant were outlawed! What a joke!
I had a person offer me a couch and a ride into town for the rally and I arrived and got part of the inside scoop. As earlier planned, I was going to help him with reconnaissance. He and I would both carry handheld radios and wander the fringes looking for anatomies and report it up the chain.
We were not to openly carry arms and simply be the quiet, grey man type and be unremarkable looking. I looked at the situation and decided that the thirty year different in our ages I could pass myself off as his Uncle Pic that he was showing the city to of anyone asked.
Before I left home I had decided not to shave as unshaven I look a bit older than my 68 years. It would add to the appearance. I threw an old brown barn coat over myself and an Elmer Fudd hat on my head and a pair of old aviator shades on. I looked unremarkable, a borderline homeless old man. I would also carry a cane to add to the harmless appearance.
Arriving at my host's home I quickly dug in. We had to get downtown to a pre rally meeting and check in and make sure we had the latest dope on what to expect.
Later in the early evening we headed to a place in Richmond and got the inside scoop an a few things regarding the rally. I knew a lot of the people from the internet and it was good to see them in public. I'm sure they were disappointed in what they saw. Whatever.
One of the things that we were told is that if we heard the words "This is an unlawful assembly." that we were to get word up to the top MOST riki tik. It was also explained that if the words were heard that it would be scant seconds before the police released crowd control gas.
A couple of people said that if that happened that we were free to do as our conscience and equipment dictated. In my case I had no equipment for that kind of trouble and realized I wasn't a kid anymore. I would probably simply get in the way and/or become a casualty needing help. I would be a detriment.
I remember Kent State well and although I hadn't signed any long term leases on life lately I am simply too damned old to get in there and brawl.
I knew pretty much what would happen if Red Ralphie ordered us to leave. The gas would fly, a lot of our guys would pull out gas masks and there would be one hell of a melee. If that happened all bets as to the outcome would be off. My guess is that the Capitol would be entered and possibly overrun leaving Red Ralphie screaming "Zips in the wire" or something as he fled through one of the tunnels. It would get real ugly real fast. He would likely be crammed into some sort of armored vehicle, carted off to a waiting airplane and head off to his vacation home in Bermuda. He would likely escape, though.
We left the meeting and reconnoitered the capitol area noticing the fences and my host was trying to give me the lay of the land. It was a waste of time because my city artificial horizon had tumbled. Thank God he had given me a map and I knew where to go if we got separated. I would return to the parking garage and the car. We also had an if all else fails escape route planned and head west. From there we would travel out of the area and call someone for a ride home. My guide was a true professional.
In a way this was a pretty good place for me. I was in a supporting level of some sort and at least I was contributing. I was to find myself monitoring the 2 meter area repeater. This was not one of the organized commo channels but if the SHTF there would likely be a lot of useful dope sent on it because the channels we had would be hopelessly jammed up.
We returned to his house and basically we shared a nightcap with his other house guests and sacked out. We knew we had to get there at Oh dark thirty and meet at a certain staging area.
One of his other house guests was accompanying us and the three of us left early and grabbed a breakfast. I was keyed up to a certain degree. The knot in my stomach was still there and my habit of a big breakfast before a long day didn't mesh. I knew I would toss chow if I ate heavily so I grabbed a small breakfast and a short coffee as I didn't want or need excess liquids. I knew the porta potties would likely be overrun and I had been warned about peeing in a dark corner. I also hit the head and coaxed as much urine out of my system as I could.
It was damned cold outside and on our way back to the car my pard commented that the wind, cold and dry air would dissipate any gas agents that wore likely to be deployed. I was not equipped for any infighting. I did, however, have a spare bottle of water and a cotton scarf along with a pair of goggles and that would likely let me escape fairly unscathed.
As we were driving in I asked my host what the odds were that we were driving into a shit storm of epic proportions. He knew Virginia, the local politics and had the general lay of the land.
"About 70%" was his terse answer. The knot in my stomach tightened a bit more.
We parked and wandered over to a spot on the march route that was to be used by one of the armed groups that was mustering and waited. They arrived and we let them pass. It was pretty much a company sized unit and my trained eye told me a lot.
They were professional, very professional and obviously had been trained. I didn't see one drop of spit nor a dab of polish. The boots and uniforms were well worn and every one of them had added things according to their individual tastes. These guys knew their shit. They were the guys that had fought in Afghanistan. Others were the brawlers of the disagreement of Fallujah and knew city fighting well.
These were the guys that had the 0311, the 11B type MOS behind them. They were infantry, combat engineers, whatever with a smattering of others.
Nobody just falls in and joins the ranks of a group like that. I could tell that practically all of them had paid some pretty hefty dues. I saw a scar here, what looked like a burn on someone's hand. One had a somewhat visible limp. At the least virtually all of them had been taken from home and hearth and been deployed overseas. I saw one of them slip into the 10,000 yard stare for a few seconds and then snap out of it.
This wasn't a parade. Nobody was in step. These men were not marching. They were foot slogging. The 120 pace per minute of the parade ground had slowed to a pace that was simply comfortable.
They were not as hard as they had been a few years ago. There were small paunches here and there and some had the beginnings of grey hair but they were still damned tough. They were also skilled. I also noted that it looked like every one of them had a gas mask discreetly hidden in their pack somewhere.
I knew damned good and well that these guys were not going to start anything, but if anything started they were damned likely to finish it. In the event they didn't make the meal of things they would sure get a big, thick meat sandwich out of the deal and those that had the stupidity to tangle with them would be eating leftovers.
I also looked at the leadership. The NCO level leaders seemed to have an comfortable, easy relationship with their men. There was no pompous Sergeant Major screaming at someone to police his moostach. No boot lieutenant types lowering their voices three octaves to address the men. The leaders were fairly soft spoken men.It was obvious that these guys knew how to lead an armed populace unlike Red Ralphie. There was little humor, though. Things were too serious.
I made a mental check of the list of stuff that had been banned and saw that just about everything on it was present. Rifles, body armor, bayonets and so forth. However there were two absent items from the list I noticed. Nobody had a torch or a pitchfork.
Incidentally this wasn't the only organized group. This was just the one I followed in.
As usual, I could not keep my mouth shut. I made a wry comment about how I heard no complaints from them because complaining soldiers are happy soldiers.
A couple of them chuckled and turned around grinning. "That's because we're not too happy to be here," said one of them. I said that he had a very valid point. Most people were NOT happy to be there. I sure wasn't.
As we neared the capitol area there were a couple of cops handing out leaflets. They contained a map of the area and also a list of what was not permitted in the fenced in capitol area. I read it and quickly threw in in a trash can we passed by. If I were to be arrested carrying this paper it would have been solid evidence I had been warned about whatever.
Another cop in the group told the guy in front of me to remove his magazine and he looked offended. He was not part of the organized outfit, just another guy carrying openly. I quickly and quietly told him he ought to and he removed it with a dubious look. I spoke to him in a voice meant for the cop to hear.
" You can load that rifle fast enough if you have to use it." The cop gave me a real dirty look. We wandered up another fifty feet and I told him to replace his magazine. Later I heard he did that to a lot of people who took it out, wandered along and promptly replaced it.
We slogged into the capitol area and then the three of us peeled off to wander the streets in the area and see what we could see. We were looking for large sized groups of policemen, large vehicles, anything armored and anything that didn't look right. Over the course of the rally we reported in a couple of things but nothing that had us truly worried.
We did notice that the areas where things could be hidden were sealed off. They were not trying to display a show of force. My guess is they realized that a lot of people were loaded for bear.
I think I did at least a little good stumbling around and hobbling along with a cane that I really didn't need even though I am a somewhat overweight old man. I really ought to get into better shape. Still, the cane did some good. It made my partner look like he was giving his ancient uncle a tour.
Our general route was to wander the outlying areas for a while and then return to the crowd. for a bit and we had an if you turn up missing reassembly point. This proved wise as the third guy got lost for a while and we later picked him up at the rally point.
I saw a woman cop with a sour look on her face and said to her, "Marry me and I will take you away from all of this and you'll never have to wrestle with stinking drunk again. We will move into a little house in the suburbs and raise 2.3 children and live in bliss forever."
She is the first woman I have said that to that has not been amused by it. On the other hand I did like on the edge of being a scruffy wino.
I managed to spend some time with the crowd and it looked like the media was pretty disappointed. I saw only one thing even resembling a confederate flag and that was a combination of Old Glory, and the Southern Cross. It was actually a statement that we were one nation. I did see an LGBTQ flag and wandered over for a second. After all, I want to see gay married couples able to defend their marijuana plants with guns. There was a sign there that gun rights were gay rights. That's absolutely true.
As I was wandering back to meet my host I saw a burly big old school looking kind of guy. A few years back he probably would have been aghast to see the Rainbow flag and muttered something nasty about faggots. I turned to him and made the comment about gay married couples being able to defend their pot plants and he snapped back, "Damned tootin'!"
I looked at him and said to him, "I'm a straight white male and if I didn't have other things to do I do believe I would have showed up carrying a Rainbow flag just to watch the media melt down!"
"I'd have joined you," he chuckled and I wandered off.
I heard that ANTIFA Richmond had posted that they, too support the RKBA and would NOT attend although I'd bet several members did on their own.
Wandering the crowd I saw a slice of the entire state. There were everyone from someone's great grandmother to her great grandchildren. Nobody was obnoxious but the mood of the crowd was annoyed.
Some very young woman politely asked me how I was doing. She was obviously polished. A truly classy woman. I answered her, "Not worth a shit! I have a government that isn't listening to us!"
She laughed outright and told me she had the same problem.
By now the knot in my gut had disappeared. Reed Ralphie wasn't going to push the issue and I knew that there wasn't likely to be a riot. I also had not heard a single ND (negligent discharge) I was impressed. What was more important is that the cops were loosening up.
About half of the people were packing long guns overtly and I knew there were a whole slew of those packing concealed. I saw some poor, tired looking guy packing a Barrett. Another guy was probably a kindred spirit. He was packing a bayoneted Garand. I saw a pair of damned expensive 12 gauge trap guns and God only knows what else.
There were also a couple of county sheriffs there. I thanked one of them for showing up.
It was interesting to note that armed, unarmed didn't matter. Everyone was comfortable together and the three of us traveling together decided to listen to a couple of speeches but were too far away. Our efforts to recon had been in vain. I guess Red Ralphie wasn't entirely stupid. It had been a total success and there was a bonus.
As we were leaving someone shouted "Police call! Let's leave this place cleaner than we found it!"
I shouted , "Yeah! Your mother isn't here to pick up after you!"
Some guy answered indignantly, "She sure the hell is! She's over there!" and pointed.
"I'm damned well not going to clean up after you!" she shot back.
On the way out one of the cops was telling people to come back next year.
Did this do any good?
I don't know but it did show Red Ralphie that he was seriously outgunned. If he was even a little bit smart he would back down but he's an idiot. He is probably going to double down.
Someone set up a Guillotine nearby and the police quietly took it down when it was unguarded. It's too bad. They should have left it up and given Ralphie something to contemplate. It's clear now that the people have the strength to cart him off and do as we see fit. The truth is he is where he is now only because of the kindness of the people. We could easily take his head down to the nearest bowling alley and bowl with it.
Incidentally the ballot box has failed. The newly elected candidates have turned on us.
The jury box has proven itself to be useless when it permitted Red Ralphie to over rule the word of law.
The rally was a case of using the soap box and we'll see if that works. The snake has shaken its tail and we'll see if they are paying attention.
If it doesn't we shall see if Virginians are willing to open the cartridge box. If they do that I seriously doubt that the Richmond government will be able to withstand it for very long. I pray that they don't have to but it doesn't look very good.
Then again, there IS an alternative. It's called VEXIT.
West Virginia will probably be willing to take in all the RKBA counties if they so desire. It actually doesn't sound like a bad deal. Taxes are lower in WV.
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A Democratic mom's take on Lobby Day.
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Saturday, January 18, 2020
Our lives, our fortunes and our sacred honor
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Friday, January 17, 2020
GUns are only the tip of the iceberg in Virginia
Virginians are being forced into a corner.
Hopefully they fight like a tomcat and get their state back.
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Hopefully they fight like a tomcat and get their state back.
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Wednesday, January 15, 2020
Halfway through January and no real snow.
Interesting.
Maybe I was right when I said the deer had no white in their coats mean't a mild winter.
Ask me again in a couple of months.
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Maybe I was right when I said the deer had no white in their coats mean't a mild winter.
Ask me again in a couple of months.
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Tuesday, January 14, 2020
The other day at the airport
a stranger walked up to me and handed me his card. He works at the Claire Channault Museum in Louisiana.
I was wearing my A2 with the AVG blood chit sewn on the back.
I looked over my shoulder at him, thanked him and we both went on our ways.
If I can I will go to Louisiana. It looks like a pretty good museum.
It is interesting that something 80 years old is recognized by so many people.
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I was wearing my A2 with the AVG blood chit sewn on the back.
I looked over my shoulder at him, thanked him and we both went on our ways.
If I can I will go to Louisiana. It looks like a pretty good museum.
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Monday, January 13, 2020
Where do people like Hillary get their imaginary power?
Based on the premise that government is a pact between governed and governing that can be broken at any time by either party I have to say that the only time I have allowed myself to be governed was when I joined the army.
I let myself be subject to the UCMJ and other rules and regulations and was afforded protections according to Army regulations. It was a contract I signed of my own free will, having dodged the draft earlier.
When my contract ended my service ended and I went right back to being what I was before I enlisted, just another guy on the streets.
Very few of our elected officials have my respect, my loyalty and my obedience. The rights the Constitution guaranteed in the first ten amendments are not given to me by anyone other than God. What the Constitution says is that those governing me can not take my God given rights away from me.
The truth of it all is I simply tolerate government and pay little attention to most of our elected officials. They really don't get a lot of blind obedience from me. I pay my taxes and will do so for as long as they supply me with roads and other infrastructure and things of that nature and keep me safe from foreign dangers and that sort of thing.
I pretty much try to be fairly self governing and live like a decent human being. I can use traffic laws as an example. I generally slow down to a responsible speed in neighborhoods and keep my eyes peeled for (in this order) cats, dogs and kids. However most of the time I don't come to a true dead stop at stop signs because I know why they're there. They are there to get you to pay attention.
I generally slow to almost a dead stop and look around for things and proceed. It's good enough for most cops and most Joe Citizens although I crossed swords with a Do-Gooder a while back. It was rather funny.
I crept through and the guy got off his porch yelling at me. I generally ignore people like that but decided I was tired of his bull$hit so I decided to engage. I stopped and he started babbling about his kids.
"Your youngest is about 36 years old," I shot back. "If he's stupid enough to play on the streets then we're better off without him! He's probably already cost the taxpayers a fortune!"
He wasn't ready for that. "You know who stops dead cold at stop signs?" I continued. "Drunk drivers. They worry about cops and don't pay attention to anything else." Then I roared off.
But I digress.
These elected officials actually think they can tell me what to do. I have signed no contract or have any other type of agreement with them. The only one I have an agreement with is my employer and that is limited. As long as I take his money he can tell me what to do. When I quit of get terminated then we both go our separate ways and we won't owe each other anything.
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I let myself be subject to the UCMJ and other rules and regulations and was afforded protections according to Army regulations. It was a contract I signed of my own free will, having dodged the draft earlier.
When my contract ended my service ended and I went right back to being what I was before I enlisted, just another guy on the streets.
Very few of our elected officials have my respect, my loyalty and my obedience. The rights the Constitution guaranteed in the first ten amendments are not given to me by anyone other than God. What the Constitution says is that those governing me can not take my God given rights away from me.
The truth of it all is I simply tolerate government and pay little attention to most of our elected officials. They really don't get a lot of blind obedience from me. I pay my taxes and will do so for as long as they supply me with roads and other infrastructure and things of that nature and keep me safe from foreign dangers and that sort of thing.
I pretty much try to be fairly self governing and live like a decent human being. I can use traffic laws as an example. I generally slow down to a responsible speed in neighborhoods and keep my eyes peeled for (in this order) cats, dogs and kids. However most of the time I don't come to a true dead stop at stop signs because I know why they're there. They are there to get you to pay attention.
I generally slow to almost a dead stop and look around for things and proceed. It's good enough for most cops and most Joe Citizens although I crossed swords with a Do-Gooder a while back. It was rather funny.
I crept through and the guy got off his porch yelling at me. I generally ignore people like that but decided I was tired of his bull$hit so I decided to engage. I stopped and he started babbling about his kids.
"Your youngest is about 36 years old," I shot back. "If he's stupid enough to play on the streets then we're better off without him! He's probably already cost the taxpayers a fortune!"
He wasn't ready for that. "You know who stops dead cold at stop signs?" I continued. "Drunk drivers. They worry about cops and don't pay attention to anything else." Then I roared off.
But I digress.
These elected officials actually think they can tell me what to do. I have signed no contract or have any other type of agreement with them. The only one I have an agreement with is my employer and that is limited. As long as I take his money he can tell me what to do. When I quit of get terminated then we both go our separate ways and we won't owe each other anything.
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Sunday, January 12, 2020
Being destroyed from within.
https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-7877107/Suspected-robber-targeted-four-banks-released-NYs-no-bail-law-strikes-FIFTH-time.html
There's your liberal government in action.
Five time bank robber released with no bail in NYC. FIVE TIMES he robbed banks and he's STILL on the streets.
Once I said that if the penalty for bank robbery was $50 then I would become a bank robber.
And why not? Grab a couple of grand, turn myself in, plead guilty, hand them $50 and be on my merry way with a wad of cash. It makes sense and any cop that does the math would agree with me 100%. Hell, he might even turn in his badge and join me.
Well, it's come to pass
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There's your liberal government in action.
Five time bank robber released with no bail in NYC. FIVE TIMES he robbed banks and he's STILL on the streets.
Once I said that if the penalty for bank robbery was $50 then I would become a bank robber.
And why not? Grab a couple of grand, turn myself in, plead guilty, hand them $50 and be on my merry way with a wad of cash. It makes sense and any cop that does the math would agree with me 100%. Hell, he might even turn in his badge and join me.
Well, it's come to pass
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Friday, January 10, 2020
One of the things I have a hard time with understanding
is the need or even the desire of a big house.
It is a hassle any way you look at it for someone that isn't rich. It's a pain in the ass because if you have it then you have to maintain it.
My ideal house would be a single story two bedroom with a kitchen, a dining/living room, a bathroom and that's about it.
I actually lived on a 25 foot sailboat years ago and wanted for nothing.
Then again, I manage to see through a lot of bull$hit.
It has a lot to do with why I am a minimalist of sorts.
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It is a hassle any way you look at it for someone that isn't rich. It's a pain in the ass because if you have it then you have to maintain it.
My ideal house would be a single story two bedroom with a kitchen, a dining/living room, a bathroom and that's about it.
I actually lived on a 25 foot sailboat years ago and wanted for nothing.
Then again, I manage to see through a lot of bull$hit.
It has a lot to do with why I am a minimalist of sorts.
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Thursday, January 9, 2020
One of the things I have noticed about a lot of elected officials
is that many of them seem to think they are a part of some ruling class and can tell us what to do.
Surprise!
Any student of government learn right off that government is a contract between governed and governing that can be broken by either party at any time.
Often it is broken simply by people voting them out of office. Sometimes when the governing class refuses to accept the results of an election they get the boot by force.
I figure that every so often throwing someone out of office by force reminds the rest of our elected officials that they serve at the will of the people.
In Virginia they are long overdue for some elected officials to learn a few lessons regarding how much authority they have.
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Surprise!
Any student of government learn right off that government is a contract between governed and governing that can be broken by either party at any time.
Often it is broken simply by people voting them out of office. Sometimes when the governing class refuses to accept the results of an election they get the boot by force.
I figure that every so often throwing someone out of office by force reminds the rest of our elected officials that they serve at the will of the people.
In Virginia they are long overdue for some elected officials to learn a few lessons regarding how much authority they have.
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Tuesday, January 7, 2020
Lately I have been planning to switch things over to pure organic whale oil.
A while ago I parked my green pickup in a green vehicle only parking spot. Of course someone said something and I explained to them that I had converted the engine a while back so that it runs on pure organic whale oil.
He was an idiot and apologized. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize you had converted it over."
Idiot.
Lately that line is becoming one of my standard answers and draws dirty looks from snowflakes and anywhere between a smirk to a belly laugh form most other people.
I just used it again when someone said something about heating with natural gas which is actually a lot cleaner than oil. I said I was going to install a whale oil stove so as to use a 100% organic heating source.
Sounds like a pretty good answer to me.
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He was an idiot and apologized. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize you had converted it over."
Idiot.
Lately that line is becoming one of my standard answers and draws dirty looks from snowflakes and anywhere between a smirk to a belly laugh form most other people.
I just used it again when someone said something about heating with natural gas which is actually a lot cleaner than oil. I said I was going to install a whale oil stove so as to use a 100% organic heating source.
Sounds like a pretty good answer to me.
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Monday, January 6, 2020
Another day another dime
Or whatever.
I have always wondered what goes through the mind of a lot of our elected officials, not that I really give them any loyalty, respect or a whole lot of obedience, either.
I pretty much do what I feel like and quietly go about my business. I drive fairly responsibly, don't shoot my neighbors dog for barking or run around blowing shit up. I don't do drugs because I don't want to do drugs. If I wanted to I suppose I would. I fail to see where government has a right to tell me I can't. Still, I reserve the right to do or not do drugs as a personal choice.
I have at times have permitted others tell me what I can and can't do. I joined the Army and played by their rules because it was my choice to enlist. I pretty much played by the rules and did well. I was a pretty good soldier.
I also do what my employer tells me to in exchange for a paycheck which is fair enough. If I get tired of taking their orders I stop taking their money. That's fair enough.
I do, however, pay my taxes or at least most of them. I'll admit here and there that I have done things like buy booze, cigarettes and a couple big ticket items out of state to avoid the taxes over the years. I have also tasted a bit of moonshine over the years and wish right now that I could pick up a jar or three of the good stuff I sampled a while back. It was as smooth as Jameson's. It wasn't that dump made of sugar, but the good stuff made of and Old School corn sour mash. I don't think the guy was making for money so much as he was making it out of an Old School pride in making a quality product.
Right now I see I am not alone in my way of thinking. I hear that Virginians are really stocking up on AR15s and other weapons before they get banned. I don't think they are buying them to turn in.
It looks to me like I am not really alone in my attitude. Lots of people really don't pay a lot of attention to the Emperor.
Of course, the Emperor has no clothes on.
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I have always wondered what goes through the mind of a lot of our elected officials, not that I really give them any loyalty, respect or a whole lot of obedience, either.
I pretty much do what I feel like and quietly go about my business. I drive fairly responsibly, don't shoot my neighbors dog for barking or run around blowing shit up. I don't do drugs because I don't want to do drugs. If I wanted to I suppose I would. I fail to see where government has a right to tell me I can't. Still, I reserve the right to do or not do drugs as a personal choice.
I have at times have permitted others tell me what I can and can't do. I joined the Army and played by their rules because it was my choice to enlist. I pretty much played by the rules and did well. I was a pretty good soldier.
I also do what my employer tells me to in exchange for a paycheck which is fair enough. If I get tired of taking their orders I stop taking their money. That's fair enough.
I do, however, pay my taxes or at least most of them. I'll admit here and there that I have done things like buy booze, cigarettes and a couple big ticket items out of state to avoid the taxes over the years. I have also tasted a bit of moonshine over the years and wish right now that I could pick up a jar or three of the good stuff I sampled a while back. It was as smooth as Jameson's. It wasn't that dump made of sugar, but the good stuff made of and Old School corn sour mash. I don't think the guy was making for money so much as he was making it out of an Old School pride in making a quality product.
Right now I see I am not alone in my way of thinking. I hear that Virginians are really stocking up on AR15s and other weapons before they get banned. I don't think they are buying them to turn in.
It looks to me like I am not really alone in my attitude. Lots of people really don't pay a lot of attention to the Emperor.
Of course, the Emperor has no clothes on.
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Sunday, January 5, 2020
I read where the Democrats in Congress are pissed off
because the President had a couple of terrorists whacked. It's his job to protect the nation from people like that.
Unlike former president Obama who tipped off the Iranians when Israel wanted to whack a terrorist, Trump kept his mouth shut and went along and did it and then announced what he had ordered.
I will say the hit was pretty surgical. It wasn't a clumsy attempt that took out a lot of people in collateral damage. Our technology is pretty clean these days but I digress.
The reason he never told congress in advance is that he didn't want it leaked out.
Frankly if I were Trump I'd set congress up by planning a mission and after congress was notified, I'd cancel it and go and try and find the leakers and jail them. A lot of congresscritters would cheerfully get a lot of our people killed if it would embarrass the president and that mentality has to stop.
Then again, Congress has a pretty leaky record.
During WW2 the Navy briefed a portion of Congress and mentioned that Japanese depth charges tended to go off shallow and were pretty weak in explosive power and really were not a great danger to American submariners.
Shortly after the briefing American submariners reported that Japanese depth charges now packed a dangerous wallop and were being set to deeper ignition depths.
It is believed that someone in Congress had said something to someone and it got back the the Japanese.
I can't say as I blame Trump for not notifying Congress. I sure wouldn't.
I've posted it before that Joe Biden let the cat out of the bag that it was SEAL Team six that killed Osama bin Laden.
Nancy is upset because as usual she didn't get to sit at the big table with the adults. She had to sit at the card table with the rest of the kids and she's mad at the grownups for putting her there.
Can't say as I blame Trump. I would have done the same thing.
Incidentally you can't call Trump bloodthirsty, either. He stood down an attack on the Iranians after they shot own one of our drones. His reason was that the estimated casualties on the attack were too high and he didn't think it was right to take that many lives in exchange for a drone.
As time passes I think more and more of President Trump. Frankly the only reason I voted for him is that he wasn't Hillary. Next election may be the first in decades I have actually voted FOR someone rather than against someone.
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Unlike former president Obama who tipped off the Iranians when Israel wanted to whack a terrorist, Trump kept his mouth shut and went along and did it and then announced what he had ordered.
I will say the hit was pretty surgical. It wasn't a clumsy attempt that took out a lot of people in collateral damage. Our technology is pretty clean these days but I digress.
The reason he never told congress in advance is that he didn't want it leaked out.
Frankly if I were Trump I'd set congress up by planning a mission and after congress was notified, I'd cancel it and go and try and find the leakers and jail them. A lot of congresscritters would cheerfully get a lot of our people killed if it would embarrass the president and that mentality has to stop.
Then again, Congress has a pretty leaky record.
During WW2 the Navy briefed a portion of Congress and mentioned that Japanese depth charges tended to go off shallow and were pretty weak in explosive power and really were not a great danger to American submariners.
Shortly after the briefing American submariners reported that Japanese depth charges now packed a dangerous wallop and were being set to deeper ignition depths.
It is believed that someone in Congress had said something to someone and it got back the the Japanese.
I can't say as I blame Trump for not notifying Congress. I sure wouldn't.
I've posted it before that Joe Biden let the cat out of the bag that it was SEAL Team six that killed Osama bin Laden.
Nancy is upset because as usual she didn't get to sit at the big table with the adults. She had to sit at the card table with the rest of the kids and she's mad at the grownups for putting her there.
Can't say as I blame Trump. I would have done the same thing.
Incidentally you can't call Trump bloodthirsty, either. He stood down an attack on the Iranians after they shot own one of our drones. His reason was that the estimated casualties on the attack were too high and he didn't think it was right to take that many lives in exchange for a drone.
As time passes I think more and more of President Trump. Frankly the only reason I voted for him is that he wasn't Hillary. Next election may be the first in decades I have actually voted FOR someone rather than against someone.
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The right to keep and bear arms is an inherent human right.
It wasn't given to me by a government to begin with. I have always had the right to own whatever tools I deem necessary to take care of myself. It is a basic human right.
What the Second Amendment does is recognize that right and says that the government can't take that right away from us.
I do not know where people seem to think that the government gave us any rights to begin with. Our basic rights are human rights and the Bill of Rights simply recognizes that.
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What the Second Amendment does is recognize that right and says that the government can't take that right away from us.
I do not know where people seem to think that the government gave us any rights to begin with. Our basic rights are human rights and the Bill of Rights simply recognizes that.
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Saturday, January 4, 2020
Happy Fourth of January
Kind of busy today. I might get back to this later tonight.
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Friday, January 3, 2020
I am watching the doings in Virginia and it may very well go hot there
It would behoove any of the people involved in the fray to read up on the French Maquis during WW2. There's a lot to be learned from them and maybe some day if I can find it I will post a few tips and pointers here for those involved.
We'll see.
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Thursday, January 2, 2020
What's going to happen next? New Year's Day news....
Five missing and two rescued after a commercial fishing vessel was lost 170 miles SW of Kodiak.
A quick search leads me to believe I knew the skipper back when I lived there, assuming the boat wasn't being run by a relief skipper. One of the survivors said the skipper never got out of the wheelhouse when she turned turtle.
Coast guard search and rescue aircraft say they see no signs of anything. No oil slick, no debris, nothing. The sea ate the 130 foot boat in a single bite.
As time passes and I hear of boats going down in Alaska I find I know fewer and fewer of the fisherman that are lost.
A handful have retired, many have died, some have disappeared into the bowels of the Lower 48 never to return to Alaska. I suppose I am one of the latter.
Someone recently commented to me that I am a hard case of sorts when in reality I am not. I simply accept the demise of people a lot faster than others simply because on my decade in Alaska where and when we died like flies in shipwrecks and small plane crashes.
I consider myself to be a fugitive from the law of averages.
That is all.
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A quick search leads me to believe I knew the skipper back when I lived there, assuming the boat wasn't being run by a relief skipper. One of the survivors said the skipper never got out of the wheelhouse when she turned turtle.
Coast guard search and rescue aircraft say they see no signs of anything. No oil slick, no debris, nothing. The sea ate the 130 foot boat in a single bite.
As time passes and I hear of boats going down in Alaska I find I know fewer and fewer of the fisherman that are lost.
A handful have retired, many have died, some have disappeared into the bowels of the Lower 48 never to return to Alaska. I suppose I am one of the latter.
Someone recently commented to me that I am a hard case of sorts when in reality I am not. I simply accept the demise of people a lot faster than others simply because on my decade in Alaska where and when we died like flies in shipwrecks and small plane crashes.
I consider myself to be a fugitive from the law of averages.
That is all.
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Wednesday, January 1, 2020
A lot of soccer moms don't get it.
Besides gun control in Virginia, the Virginia legislature is looking at enacting legislation that will permit the over rule of zoning boards.
I suppose a lot of soccer moms are going to go along with this in the interest of diversity and what have you. This is because a lot of soccer moms are complete idiots. They want diversity for their kids.
These are the kind of idiots that don't understand the law of unintended consequences. There also the kind of idiots that will condone poor behavior in minorities simply because they are afraid of being called a racist.
There's diversity and there's diversity.
The have not seemed to figure out that minorities can live anywhere they want if the can afford it. In my case I live in suburbia and my neighborhood is mixed. There are a few black families mixed in and Hispanics, too. It is a fairly diverse neighborhood.
The glue that pretty much hold us together certainly isn't race or religion. It's the American Dream of home ownership in a halfway decent, safe neighborhood. Anyone is welcome if they are willing to pony up, but a place and take care of it. It really is that simple. None of us care what color someone is or where they go to church or even if they do.
The one thing none of us want is to have the neighborhood torn up by some damned communist plan that drags everyone down to the level of the lowest. In short we do not want an apartment complex in a neighborhood zoned for single family homes.
The cycle in a some apartment complexes is that when the owner can't find enough tenants he 'goes Section 8' and the place becomes government subsidized housing. Of course this means that the people that move in ca't really afford to live in the neighborhood otherwise. While a lot of these people are probably pretty decent people, many are not and it doesn't take long before the decent people get run out and the whole place turns into a sewer and drags the neighborhood down with it.
Of course, Soccer Mom Karen never wanted to see her children having to deal with crackheads, junkies, pimps, whores and other unsavory types. She wanted diversity and to prove to everyone she was no racist.
Of course when Soccer Mom Karen figure out what happened it's too late so she decides to move. Then she discovers that the wonderful home she and her loving husband paid $500,000 isn't even what they owe on it because nobody wants to live down the street from Section 8 housing.
By this time Soccer Mom Karen is livid but it's too late. She doesn't know or understand what happened. She can't figure out that she actually VOTED for this to happen so the next election she doubles down and voted for yet MORE socialism thinking it will fix the problem. Instead it makes it worse and then Soccer Mom Karen decides that the neighborhood is intolerable. Her kids are getting into drugs, the daughter is running with the wrong crowd and she can't move because they can't even get anyone to take over the house payments.
I suppose if she has a brain in her head at this point she and darling husband will simply move out and let the bank repossess the place which by now isn't in very good shape thanks to the neighbors. The fence is spray painted with graffiti and has a couple of holes knocked in it.
Of course if they do bail out the chances of getting another mortgage are pretty slim and it looks like the wonderful family of five is going to have to move into an apartment of some sort. They waited too long.
It is interesting to note that the instant the permit to build the apartment complex was given most of the minorities in that neighborhood put their places up on the market. They were no fools. They knew what was going to happen and they wanted no part of it. The paradox here is that what was once called 'white flight' is being led by successful minorities that want no part of that nonsense! Soccer Mom Karen doesn't seem to see what is going to happen. She can't seem to figure out why the neighbors are moving. She's looking forward to living in a diverse neighborhood.
Soccer Mom Karen can't seem to figure out that there are consequences to elections and that she is paying the price for her stupidity.
Dr. King said that he wanted to see us judged by the content of our character and not the color of our skin. Apparently Soccer Mom Karen never understood this or never understood the difference.
Kind of an update.
A church mass shooting in Texas was recently stopped by a lawfully armed citizen firing a single shot. The shooter was stopped dead in his tracks.
Please note that the law that enabled the man to do this was lobbied AGAINST by Mom's Demand Action, an organization chock full of of Soccer Mom Karens.
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I suppose a lot of soccer moms are going to go along with this in the interest of diversity and what have you. This is because a lot of soccer moms are complete idiots. They want diversity for their kids.
These are the kind of idiots that don't understand the law of unintended consequences. There also the kind of idiots that will condone poor behavior in minorities simply because they are afraid of being called a racist.
There's diversity and there's diversity.
The have not seemed to figure out that minorities can live anywhere they want if the can afford it. In my case I live in suburbia and my neighborhood is mixed. There are a few black families mixed in and Hispanics, too. It is a fairly diverse neighborhood.
The glue that pretty much hold us together certainly isn't race or religion. It's the American Dream of home ownership in a halfway decent, safe neighborhood. Anyone is welcome if they are willing to pony up, but a place and take care of it. It really is that simple. None of us care what color someone is or where they go to church or even if they do.
The one thing none of us want is to have the neighborhood torn up by some damned communist plan that drags everyone down to the level of the lowest. In short we do not want an apartment complex in a neighborhood zoned for single family homes.
The cycle in a some apartment complexes is that when the owner can't find enough tenants he 'goes Section 8' and the place becomes government subsidized housing. Of course this means that the people that move in ca't really afford to live in the neighborhood otherwise. While a lot of these people are probably pretty decent people, many are not and it doesn't take long before the decent people get run out and the whole place turns into a sewer and drags the neighborhood down with it.
Of course, Soccer Mom Karen never wanted to see her children having to deal with crackheads, junkies, pimps, whores and other unsavory types. She wanted diversity and to prove to everyone she was no racist.
Of course when Soccer Mom Karen figure out what happened it's too late so she decides to move. Then she discovers that the wonderful home she and her loving husband paid $500,000 isn't even what they owe on it because nobody wants to live down the street from Section 8 housing.
By this time Soccer Mom Karen is livid but it's too late. She doesn't know or understand what happened. She can't figure out that she actually VOTED for this to happen so the next election she doubles down and voted for yet MORE socialism thinking it will fix the problem. Instead it makes it worse and then Soccer Mom Karen decides that the neighborhood is intolerable. Her kids are getting into drugs, the daughter is running with the wrong crowd and she can't move because they can't even get anyone to take over the house payments.
I suppose if she has a brain in her head at this point she and darling husband will simply move out and let the bank repossess the place which by now isn't in very good shape thanks to the neighbors. The fence is spray painted with graffiti and has a couple of holes knocked in it.
Of course if they do bail out the chances of getting another mortgage are pretty slim and it looks like the wonderful family of five is going to have to move into an apartment of some sort. They waited too long.
It is interesting to note that the instant the permit to build the apartment complex was given most of the minorities in that neighborhood put their places up on the market. They were no fools. They knew what was going to happen and they wanted no part of it. The paradox here is that what was once called 'white flight' is being led by successful minorities that want no part of that nonsense! Soccer Mom Karen doesn't seem to see what is going to happen. She can't seem to figure out why the neighbors are moving. She's looking forward to living in a diverse neighborhood.
Soccer Mom Karen can't seem to figure out that there are consequences to elections and that she is paying the price for her stupidity.
Dr. King said that he wanted to see us judged by the content of our character and not the color of our skin. Apparently Soccer Mom Karen never understood this or never understood the difference.
Kind of an update.
A church mass shooting in Texas was recently stopped by a lawfully armed citizen firing a single shot. The shooter was stopped dead in his tracks.
Please note that the law that enabled the man to do this was lobbied AGAINST by Mom's Demand Action, an organization chock full of of Soccer Mom Karens.
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Yeah, yeah, yeah. Happy New Year. Big deal.
I was in bed by ten last night per SOP. It's what I have done for years.
The last year I was home for it I had a quick snort and hit the rack early and woke up feeling pretty good which was a pretty good way to start the year.
Of course a lot of people woke up feeling like hell because they were stupid and decided to tangle with an entire bottle of bourbon.
I have never figured out why a person that has a cold beer on the Fourth of July and a glass of wine at Thanksgiving thinks he's a match for a bottle of bourbon on New Year's eve. It makes no sense yet it seems like every year the amateurs come out and wind up making a mess of themselves one way or the other.
Actually to their credit, fewer of them get behind the wheel. My guess is their spouse puts their foot down and takes charge and either calls a cab or stays sober and does the driving.
I suppose I can't gripe if Joe Amateur stays out from behind the wheel.
To find out why the blog is pink just cut and paste this: http://piccoloshash.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-feminine-side-blog-stays-pink.html NO ANIMALS WERE HARMED IN THE WRITING OF TODAY'S ESSAY
The last year I was home for it I had a quick snort and hit the rack early and woke up feeling pretty good which was a pretty good way to start the year.
Of course a lot of people woke up feeling like hell because they were stupid and decided to tangle with an entire bottle of bourbon.
I have never figured out why a person that has a cold beer on the Fourth of July and a glass of wine at Thanksgiving thinks he's a match for a bottle of bourbon on New Year's eve. It makes no sense yet it seems like every year the amateurs come out and wind up making a mess of themselves one way or the other.
Actually to their credit, fewer of them get behind the wheel. My guess is their spouse puts their foot down and takes charge and either calls a cab or stays sober and does the driving.
I suppose I can't gripe if Joe Amateur stays out from behind the wheel.
To find out why the blog is pink just cut and paste this: http://piccoloshash.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-feminine-side-blog-stays-pink.html NO ANIMALS WERE HARMED IN THE WRITING OF TODAY'S ESSAY
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