FREEDOM & LIBERTY is for EVERYONE!!!. . . . .

Folks from all over the world have accessed this site. The desire to be free of the shackles of fascism, socialism, communism and progressivism are universal. Folks just want to live their lives and be left alone... Dammit!

"People don't like to be meddled with. We tell them what to do, what to think. Don't run. Don't walk. We're in their homes, and in their heads, and we haven't the right. We're meddlesome." River Tam referring to the government.

Not Politically Correct. . .

"Be not intimidated...
nor suffer yourselves to be wheedled out of your liberties by any pretense of politeness, delicacy, or decency.
These, as they are often used, are but three different names for hypocrisy, chicanery and cowardice."
- John Adams

Abraham Lincoln

To quote Jack Donovan’s Violence is Golden: ‘Without action, words are just words. Without violence, laws are just words. Violence isn’t the only answer, but it is the final answer.’

In a world gone mad we are the villains. We wield the truth and the light. In the end we will only be answerable to ourselves and our God. If we win then we inherit the earth, if we lose we get to Heaven.

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Obysmal Hits new low

Obama Hits new low — And Johnny Cash Sings!

July 30, 2009 by Johnny Alamo

Any commentary on Obama’s new low would be superfluous:

Except perhaps this:



'The Axis of Idiots'

This just about sums it up for me. The writer's post can be found here.
This is about as clear and concise as it gets.

Jimmy Carter, you are the father of the Islamic Nazi movement. You threw the Shah under the bus, welcomed the Ayatollah home, and then lacked the spine to confront the terrorists when they took our embassy and our people hostage. You're the runner-in-chief.

Bill Clinton, you played ring around the Lewinsky while the terrorists were at war with us. You got us into a f ight with them in Somalia and then you ran from it. Your weak-willed responses to the USS Cole and the First Trade Center Bombing and Our Embassy Bombings emboldened the killers. Each time you failed to respond adequately, they grew bolder, until 9/11/2001.

John Kerry, dishonesty is your most prominent attribute. You lied about American Soldiers in Vietnam . Your military service, like your life, is more fiction than fact. You've accused our military of terrorizing women and children in Iraq .. You called Iraq the wrong war, wrong place, wrong time, the same words you used to describe Vietnam . You're a fake. You want to run from Iraq and abandon the Iraqis to murderers just as you did to the Vietnamese. Iraq , like Vietnam , is another war that you were for, before you were against it.

John Murtha, you said our military was broken. You said we can't win militarily in Iraq . You accused United States Marines of cold-blooded murder without proof and said we should redeploy to Okinawa . Okinawa, John? And the Democrats call you their military expert! Are you sure you didn't suffer a traumatic brain injury while you were off building your war hero resume? You're a sad, pitiable, cor rupt and washed up politician. You're not a Marine, sir. You wouldn't amount to a good pimple on a real Marine's butt. You're a phony and a disgrace. Run away, John .

Dick Durbin, you accused our Soldiers at Guantanamo of being Nazis, tenders of Soviet style gulags and as bad as the regime of Pol Pot , who murdered two million of his own people after your party abandoned Southeast Asia to the Communists. Now you want to abandon the Iraqis to the same fate. History was not a good teacher for you, was it? Lord help us! See Dick run.

Ted Kennedy, for days on end you held poster-sized pictures from Abu Ghraib in front of any available television camera.. Al Jazeera quoted you saying that Iraqi's torture chambers were open under new management. Did you see the news, Teddy? The Islamic Nazis demonstrated another beheading for you. If you truly supported our troops, you'd show the world poster-sized pictures of that atrocity and demand the annihilation of it. Your legislation stripping support from the South Vietnamese led to a communist victory there. You're a bloated, drunken fool bent on repeating the same historical blunder that turned freedom-seeking people over to homicidal, genocidal m aniacs. To paraphrase John Murtha, all while sitting on your wide, gin-soaked rear-end in Washington .

Nancy Pelosi, Harry Reid, Carl Levine, Barbara Boxer, Diane Feinstein, Russ Feingold, Hillary Clinton, Pat Leahy, Barack Obama, Chuck Schumer, the Hollywood Leftist morons, et al, ad nauseam: Every time you stand in front of television cameras and broadcast to the Islamic Nazis that we went to war because our President lied, that the war is wrong and our Soldiers are torturers, that we should leave Iraq, you give the Islamic butchers - the same ones that tortured and mutilated American Soldiers - cause to think that we'll run away again, and all they have to do is hang on a little longer. It is inevitable that we, the infidels , will have to defeat the Islamic jihadists. Better to do it now on their turf, than later on ours after they have gained both strength and momentum.

American news media, the New York Times particularly: Each time you publish stories about national defense secrets and our intelligence gathering methods, you become one united with the sub-human pieces of camel dung that torture and mutilate the bodies of American Soldiers. You can't strike up the courage to publi sh cartoons, but you can help Al Qaeda destroy my country. Actually, you are more dangerous to us than Al Qaeda is. Think about that each time you face Mecca to admire your Pulitzer.

You are America 's 'AXIS OF IDIOTS.' Your Collective Stupidity will destroy us. Self-serving politics and terrorist-abetting news scoops are more important to you than our national security or the lives of innocent civilians and Soldiers. It bothers you that defending ourselves gets in the way of your elitist sport of politics and your ignorant editorializing. There is as much blood on your hands as is on the hands of murdering terrorists. Don't ever doubt that. Your frolics will only serve to extend this war as they extended Vietnam . If you want our Soldiers home as you claim, knock off the crap and try supporting your country ahead of supporting your silly political aims and aiding our enemies.

Yes, I'm questioning your patriotism. Your loyalty ends with self. I'm also questioning why you're stealing air that decent Americans could be breathing. You don't deserve the protection of our men and women in uniform. You need to run away from this war, this country. Leave the war to the people who have the wi ll to see it through and the country to people who are willing to defend it.

Our country has two enemies:Those who want to destroy us from the outside and those who attempt it from within.

Semper Fi,

J. D. P. - Sergeant Major, USMC, Retired

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

If you think Obamacare is a "Good Thing" Think again.

This article came from:
I am not advocating their site nor any particular beliefs they may hold but this is an eye opener for sure and for certain.

What i have posted here is just a snippet of the bulk of the article which may be read here.



By Rick Joyner
When I read the brief on what was contained in the National Health Care bill that is now being presented before Congress, I could not believe I was reading something that was actually being considered in the United States of America.

THIS BILL IS THAT SINISTER. This is not a joke—this is actually the nature of what is being proposed in the National Health Care legislation, and it is the obvious reason why the Obama Administration wants to ram it through Congress before anyone gets a chance to read it.

This bill is obviously designed to put the authority to determine who lives and dies in America into the hands of government bureaucrats.

Do you want a government bureaucrat to determine if your mother or father can receive treatment, even in life and death cases? Would you want a government bureaucrat to determine if your child, or you, could receive treatment, even when it means life or death?

Add to that chilling thought the fact that this bureaucrat does not have to know one thing about medicine to be in that position.

Pg 59 HC Bill lines 21-24 Government will have direct access to your banks accounts for electronic funds transfer.

(NOTE FROM RJ-This really does mean they can take your money at any time. Who will have this authority?—a government bureaucrat.)

Pg 272 SEC. 1145. Treatment of certain cancer hospitals – Cancer patients - welcome to rationing!

(RJ-NOTE: Much cancer treatment will not work unless implemented early, but the waiting time just to see a specialist will likely be months when this plan is implemented. As you can see in this bill, the option of the health care bureaucrat is to deny treatment to those they deem not likely to be helped by it. Watch the cancer death rate skyrocket.)

PG 430 Lines 11-15 The government will decide what level of treatment you will have at end of life.

(NOTE FROM RJ: The above really does give the government the authority to determine who lives and dies, and when. A government bureaucrat really will be making this decision for you and your loved ones.)

Pg 686-700 Increased Funding to Fight Waste, Fraud, and Abuse. You mean like the government with an $18 million website?

(NOTE FROM RJ—Can you actually imagine empowering the government to fight waste, fraud, and abuse????)

Pg 770 SEC 1714 Federal Government mandates eligibility for State Family Planning Services. Abortion and State Sovereign.

(NOTE FROM RJ—Can you believe that in America you will be told how many children you can have, and when? Does this mean we can expect the government to impose mandatory abortions? How else can this be interpreted?)

PG 844-845 This Home Visitation Program includes government coming into your house and telling you how to parent!!!

(NOTE FROM RJ—If you think this sounds like “Big Brother” actually coming into our homes, we really need to think about what comes after Big Brother. The scenario being set up by the government to control people through this, with the technology now available, is beyond what the science fiction horror works about this could conceive of.)

PG 936 Government will develop “Healthy People and National Public Health Performance Standards” Tell me what to eat?

(NOTE FROM RJ—This is no joke—the government will be able to actually mandate what you can eat or not eat. This could be helpful for some, but do we want the government doing it? What is the most fat and out of shape entity on the planet? The Federal Government. What kind of shape do you think the bureaucrats will be in who mandate such for everyone else?)

Now do you understand why we have to stand up today against this bill and declare with
all of the courageous souls who are sounding the alarm and let us say to the bill


Click here to search for your local Representative

Click here to search for your local Senator

Dems warn GOP of backlash!!!

By JULIE HIRSCHFELD DAVIS, Associated Press Writer

Full article here.

Dems warn GOP of backlash for opposing Sotomayor

Democrats warned the GOP it would pay a steep price for opposing Sonia Sotomayor.

Warning that GOP opposition would bring the same sort of public backlash.

The NRA calls Sotomayor "hostile" to the Second Amendment right to keep and bear arms.

Republicans are torn between a desire to please their conservative base by opposing Sotomayor and a concern that doing so could bring a Hispanic backlash.

Most Republicans, though, say they don't trust Sotomayor to keep her personal prejudices and opinions out of the courtroom.

This woman will set back the cause for liberty and freedom by a hundred years.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009


$100,000 Reward for Proof of Obama's "natural born citizen" status.
(Born in USA still might not qualify)

Silver Stock Report
by Jason Hommel, July 28th, 2009

Click here.

Sunday, July 26, 2009


This link will take you to a site with some food for thought. Especially the post titled:

Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Definancialisation, Deglobalisation, Relocalisation
This talk was presented at The New Emergency Conference in Dublin, on June 11, 2009.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Fish People

You know, I don't usually get into religious discourses with anybody. My personal beliefs are mine. Recently, a fish person, Christian, Jesus freak told me to just trust in God. Trust that He will work it all out for the best.

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell, that Hopey Changey thingy really doesn't work well for me. The hope I have is that I am as prepared as I can be for what ever is coming down the pike. That my friends is a tall enough order. I am a firm believer in the Universe, the Force or whatever you wish to call it.

Not really counting on religion to bail me out. Reason, maybe. Passion, for certain.

I don't think it is wise to believe that God is going to pull this one out of his. . . . um. . . . hat. Generally, the old adage, "God helps those who help themselves." seems to ring true for me.

The loss of a our Grand Republic is a tragedy and I believe those of us with an intellect and the ability to reason can see where this train wreck is headed.

To go into the next decade unprepared for what awaits will only end in a sad and lonely place.

There are five stages of grief and if we can't make it through them all to the end, we are doomed. No healing, no good feelings, no sunshine. So here ya go.

Grief is very confusing to many of us. A very misunderstood emotion. Sooner or later, we all go through it. Somehow we will have loss in our lives. Death, divorce, the fall of the greatest republic the world has ever known.

The five stages of grief are:

1-Denial-"this can't be happening to me", expecting the old familiar Republic to be there right where you left it. Acting as if you can still exercise your God given rights. No crying, accepting or even acknowledging the loss.

2-Anger-"why me?", How could this happen? feelings of wanting to fight back. Writing, demonstrating etc. Heavy on the etc.

3-Bargaining-bargaining often takes place before the loss. Begging, wishing, hoping, praying for. . . well for the love of GOD, the familiar country you knew and loved, to come back. Attempting to make deals with God to stop or change the unbelievable loss.

4-Depression-overwhelming feelings of hopelessness, frustration, bitterness, self pity, utter and complete aloneness, mourning loss of a republic as well as the hopes, dreams and plans for the future dashed before your very eyes. Feeling a complete and total lack of control, feeling numb, disoriented, disenfranchised.

5-Acceptance-there is a difference between resignation and acceptance. You have to accept the loss, not just try to bear it quietly. Realization that the republic is gone. Make plans anew. Get help. You will survive. You will heal, even if you cannot believe that now, just know that it is true. To feel pain after loss is normal. It proves that we are alive, hope of one day being healed and finding happiness again. Something to look forward to.

That or get more ammo and guns. While your at it, Bitterly cling to your Bible or use the Force or whatever you believe in!

A few thoughts to ponder from thinkers of the past.

"In Christianity neither morality nor religion come into contact with reality at any point." - Friederich Nietzsche

"The Christian god can easily be pictured as virtually the same god as the many ancient gods of past civilizations. The Christian god is a three headed monster; cruel, vengeful and capricious. If one wishes to know more of this raging, three headed beast-like god, one only needs to look at the caliber of people who say they serve him. They are always of two classes: fools and hypocrites." - Thomas Jefferson

I distrust those people who know so well what God wants them to do because I notice it always coincides with their own desires.
- Susan B. Anthony

The Epicurean Riddle

Is God willing to prevent evil, but not able?
Then he is not omnipotent.
Is he able, but not willing?
Then he is malevolent.
Is he both able and willing?
Then whence cometh evil?
Is he neither able nor willing?
Then why call him God? - Epicurus

I do not feel obliged to believe that the same God who has endowed us with sense, reason, and intellect has intended us to forgo their use.
- Galileo

"Men will never be free until the last king is strangled with the entrails of the last priest" - Denis Diderot.

“Religion is excellent stuff for keeping common people quiet”
–Napoleon Bonaparte

“Hence today I believe I am acting in accordance with the will of the Almighty Creator”
–Adolph Hitler

"Give a man a fish, and he'll eat for a day. Give a man a religion, and he'll starve to death praying for fish." - Anonymous

"Those who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities." Voltaire

Religion has actually convinced people that there's an invisible man -- living in the sky -- who watches everything you do, every minute of every day. And the invisible man has a special list of ten things he does not want you to do.. And if you do any of these ten things, he has a special place, full of fire and smoke and burning and torture and anguish, where he will send you to live and suffer and burn and choke and scream and cry forever and ever 'til the end of time! ..But He loves you. -George Carlin

"The God of the Old Testament is arguably the most unpleasant character in all
fiction: jealous and proud of it; a petty, unjust, unforgiving control-freak; a
vindictive, bloodthirsty ethnic cleanser; a misogynistic, homophobic, racist,
infanticidal, pestilential, megalomaniacal, sadomasochistic, capriciously malevolent
bully."--Richard Dawkins, The God Delusion, ch. 2.

We must question the story logic of having an all-knowing/ all-powerful God, who creates faulty humans, and then blames them for his own mistakes. - Gene Roddenberry

With or without religion, you would have good people doing good things and evil people doing evil things. But for good people to do evil things, that takes religion. - Steven Weinberg

He that will not reason is a bigot; he that cannot reason is a fool; he that dares not reason is a slave. - William Drummond

Religion does three things quite effectively: Divides people, Controls people, Deludes people. - Carlespie Mary Alice McKinney

Live a good life. If there are gods and they are just, then they will not care how devout you have been, but will welcome you based on the virtues you have lived by. If there are gods, but unjust, then you should not want to worship them. If there are no gods, then you will be gone, but will have lived a noble life that will live on in the memories of your loved ones. - Marcus Aurelius

When I do good, I feel good; when I do bad, I feel bad. That's my religion. - Abraham Lincoln

"Those to whom his word was revealed were always alone in some remote place, like Moses. There wasn't anyone else around when Mohammed got the word either. Mormon Joseph Smith and Christian Scientist, Mary Baker Eddy, had exclusive audiences with God. We have to trust them as reporters---and you know how reporters are. They'll do anything for a story."
--Andy Rooney

Here is what Martin Luther says about reason:
Reason is the enemy of faith
Reason should be destroyed in all Christians
Reason is a whore, the greatest enemy that faith has.
Faith must trample under foot all reason, sense, and understanding.
Whoever wants to be a Christian should tear the eyes out of his Reason

"Everything is what it is because it got that way." -D'arcy Thompson

P.S. I believe the resounding principle demonstrated by the quotes in my signature line is that one must take care of one's self cause no one else will.

If you look like prey, you will be eaten. Clint Smith

Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side, kid. Han Solo

They say God created man, Sam Colt made 'em equal. . . More or less. Matthew Quigley

9/11 Remember

Five Stages of Grief. . .

Grief is very confusing to many of us. A very misunderstood emotion. Sooner or later, we all go through it. Somehow we will have loss in our lives. Death, divorce, the fall of the greatest republic the world has ever known.

There are five stages of grief and if we can't make it through them all to the end, we are doomed. No healing, no good feelings, no sunshine. So here ya go.

The five stages of grief are:

1-Denial-"this can't be happening to me", expecting the old familiar Republic to be there right where you left it. Acting as if you can still exercise your God given rights. No crying, accepting or even acknowledging the loss.

2-Anger-"why me?", How could this happen? feelings of wanting to fight back. Writing, demonstrating etc. Heavy on the etc.

3-Bargaining-bargaining often takes place before the loss. Begging, wishing, hoping, praying for. . . well for the love of GOD, the familiar country you knew and loved, to come back. Attempting to make deals with God to stop or change the unbelievable loss.

4-Depression-overwhelming feelings of hopelessness, frustration, bitterness, self pity, utter and complete aloneness, mourning loss of a republic as well as the hopes, dreams and plans for the future dashed before your very eyes. Feeling a complete and total lack of control, feeling numb, disoriented, disenfranchised.

5-Acceptance-there is a difference between resignation and acceptance. You have to accept the loss, not just try to bear it quietly. Realization that the republic is gone. Make plans anew. Get help. You will survive. You will heal, even if you cannot believe that now, just know that it is true. To feel pain after loss is normal. It proves that we are alive, hope of one day being healed and finding happiness again. Something to look forward to.

That or get more ammo and guns. While your at it, Bitterly cling to your Bible or use the Force!

Friday, July 24, 2009


If you think it's bad now, it gets even better. . . I recently met a "South Vietnamese military officer" who was airlifted to our country at the end of the Vietnam War. We met in a grocery store as he was eying up my wife's food cart. We had a modest amount of groceries in our cart for our monthly shopping trip.

My wife, a dear heart who saves lost animals, children and old people, smiled at him and said hello. A conversation began and we found out a little about his past military experience and how he came to be here in America. He eventually arrived at a place where he began to tell us about his current situation.

To him, we appeared to be flaunting our wealth. I could see the anger in his eyes as he said to us, "you must be very rich". I could have laughed. We shop carefully, putting things back that seem frivolous. Frugal would be the way to describe it. Once we got to talking though, he realized we are OK folks.

He said in Vietnam, he was a General of great power and wealth, now an unemployed nobody without means. Not able to buy enough food for his family etc. and he is pissed off about it. He said the government had promised he and his family much, much more. Instead, he was left to his own means.

One of the things he said was that he is not the only one out there, those people (I believe he was referring to us) in the country and in and outside the city who have a lot, are the ones who are going to pay. He and his people are fed up and will take what is coming to them, one day, one way or another.

This guy is in his late sixties early seventies. On Social Security and gave the impression that he was speaking for his "people". I found this conversation to be enlightening to say the very least.

Could be just some goofy old man but he did not appear to be a goofy old man.
Rather, filled with pride, intelligent and well spoken. A man without a country and no place to turn, proverbial back against the wall.

I hope he remembers us in a good light.


Coming soon to a home town near you. . . . Probably won't make the national evening news, if you even listen to that crude any more but just two weeks ago a convenience store in Arcadia WI, a sleepy little town in the Mid-West, was robbed at gun point by an unknown assailant.

The female employee was forced back into the store at gun point. She had just made her night drop in the store safe so no money was to be had. The robber took groceries. Yes, I said groceries.

I know this is probably common place in many bigger cities but around the country but we don't get much of that around here so it is kind of a big deal. Mainly kids stealing candy bars and such, not hungry people stealing food.

I would say this is just the tip of the iceberg. If my last post didn't cheer you up, this should do it!

If your not offended, outraged, angry or scared your not paying attention.

Jobless rate well beyond 15% and rising fast. . . . Oh, don't even go there. I know what the Obysmal's machine tells you through the obedient slave media. 7. . . 8. . . 9. . .9.5% but they conveniently left out all those poor souls who haven't been counted because they are out of the system, funds gone. No extensions left. Actually the figure may be as much as twice the stated rate.

With a pandemic of layoffs and business closings, none of which have been tallied by the government drones, the jobless rate may be as high as 30% in short order. This does not look any better in Europe or Japan.

You might ask, if this is true, why aren't the masses of unemployed marching in the streets. The obysmal is not going to bail these people out. What about all of those snot nosed, wet behind the ears youth who are somewhat disillusioned. What? Busy downloading a new CD, twittering or what?

What about all of the military cycling out of their service. Anyone who is unemployed and not drawing unemployment benefits is not counted. June alone, the figure could be as high as 800,000 once you uncover the government's hidden unemployed. Double that by August.

It gets worse. No, really, rather than a light at the end of the tunnel, a locomotive picking up steam as she goes. The coming decrease in the government's count is not a fair-weather sign but rather a harbinger of very bad things to come. As 26 week benefits end for tens of thousands and eventually millions of the 9 plus million of unemployed, the government's count. . . . doesn't count them. Looks great on paper. Doesn't add up.

No jobs now. No jobs tomorrow. Maybe not for the next ten years. Government analysts predict a static growth rate. Tit for tat jobs created to jobs lost. What do you think they will do? They will not be spending dollars, that's for sure. They will not be traveling, paying mortgages, buying cars or gas to be sure, etc. They will be in need, grave need. If you thought the foreclosures over the last several months were beyond belief, just wait and see what happens now.

The government's response in the near future may be bloatulus II, but i suspect that this government's perhaps all government's responses, will be to cut and cut deeply. At first believing they may be able to slow or stop this train wreck but in the end, because there will be no money left to print more money or credit or goods etc. Every area of government spending will be cut, even ended. . . .well except for Senate and Congress' salaries of course.(not sure but I think they may have just given themselves another raise.) The private sector may look good in the short run, like Target or Walmart (come on, you know why) but that will fade.

My advice, consider your family, friends, those you love. Security and survival.

Remember, “Ignorance is the parent of fear.” Herman Melville, Moby Dick

I didn't even reflect how a natural disaster would affect this equation. Duck and cover.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

This story is fiction for now. . . . .

Sundown at Coffin Rock
by Raymond K. Paden

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The old man walked slowly through the dry, fallen leaves of autumn, his practiced eye automatically choosing the bare and stony places in the trail for his feet. There was scarcely a sound as he passed, though his left knee was stiff with scar tissue. He grunted occasionally as the tight sinews pulled. Damn chainsaw, he thought. Behind him, the boy shuffled along, trying to imitate his grandfather, but unable to mimic the silent motion that the old man had learned during countless winter days upon this wooded mountain in pursuit of game. He's fifteen years old, the old man thought. Plenty old enough to be learning. But that was another time, another America. His mind drifted, and he saw himself, a fifteen-year-old boy following in the footsteps of his own grandfather, clutching a twelve gauge in his trembling hands as they tracked a wounded whitetail.

The leg was hurting worse now, and he slowed his pace a bit. Plenty of time. It should have been my own son here with me now, the old man thought sadly. But Jason had no interest, no understanding. He cared for nothing but pounding on the keys of that damned computer terminal. He knew nothing about the woods, or where food came from...or freedom. And that's my fault, isn't it?

The old man stopped and held up his hand, motioning for the boy to look. In the small clearing ahead, the deer stood motionless, watching them. It was a scraggly buck, underfed and sickly, but the boy's eyes lit up with excitement. It had been many years since they had seen even a single whitetail here on the mountain. After the hunting had stopped, the population had exploded. The deer had eaten the mountain almost bare until erosion had become a serious problem in some places. That following winter, three starving does had wandered into the old man's yard, trying to eat the bark off of his pecan trees, and he had wished the "animal rights" fanatics could have been there then. It was against the law, but old man knew a higher law, and he took an axe into the yard and killed the starving beasts. They did not have the strength to run.

The buck finally turned and loped away, and they continued down the trail to the river. When they came to the "Big Oak," the old man turned and pushed through the heavy brush beside the trail and the boy followed, wordlessly. The old man knew that Thomas was curious about their leaving the trail, but the boy had learned to move silently (well, almost) and that meant no talking. When they came to "Coffin Rock," the old man sat down upon it and motioned for the boy to join him.

"You see this rock, shaped like a casket?" the old man asked. "Yes sir." The old man smiled. The boy was respectful and polite. He loved the outdoors, too. Everything a man could ask in a grandson ....or a son.

"I want you to remember this place, and what I'm about to tell you. A lot of it isn't going to make any sense to you, but it's important and one day you'll understand it well enough. The old man paused. Now that he was here, he didn't really know where to start.

"Before you were born," he began at last, "this country was different. I've told you about hunting, about how everybody who obeyed the law could own guns. A man could speak out, anywhere, without worrying about whether he'd get back home or not. School was different, too. A man could send his kids to a church school, or a private school, or even teach them at home. But even in the public schools, they didn't spend all their time trying to brainwash you like they do at yours now." The old man paused, and was silent for many minutes. The boy was still, watching a chipmunk scavenging beside a fallen tree below them.

"Things don't ever happen all at once, boy. They just sort of sneak up on you. Sure, we knew guns were important; we just didn't think it would ever happen in America. But we had to do something about crime, they said. It was a crisis. Everything was a crisis! It was a drug crisis, or a terrorism crisis, or street crime, or gang crime. Even a 'health care' crisis was an excuse to take away a little more of our rights." The old man turned to look at his grandson.

"They ever let you read a thing called the Constitution down there at your school?" The boy solemnly shook his head. "Well, the Fourth Amendment's still in there. It says there won't be any unreasonable searches and seizures. It says you're safe in your own home." The old man shrugged. "That had to go. It was a crisis! They could kick your door open any time, day or night, and come in with guns blazing if they thought you had drugs ...or later, guns. Oh, at first it was just registration -- to keep the guns out of the hands of criminals! But that didn't work, of course, and then later when they wanted to take 'em they knew where to look. They banned 'assault rifles', and then 'sniper rifles', and 'Saturday night specials.' Everything you saw on the TV or in the movies was against us. God knows the news people were! And the schools were teaching our kids that nobody needed guns anymore. We tried to take a stand, but we felt like the whole face of our country had changed and we were left outside."

"Me and a friend of mine, when we saw what was happening, we came and built a secret place up here on the mountain. A place where we could put our guns until we needed them. We figured some day Americans would remember what it was like to be free, and what kind of price we had to pay for that freedom. So we hid our guns instead of losing them."

"One fellow I knew disagreed. He said we ought to use our guns now and stand up to the government. Said that the colonists had fought for their freedom when the British tried to disarm them at Lexington and Concord. Well, he and a lot of others died in what your history books call the 'Tax Revolt of 1998,' but son, it wasn't the revolt that caused the repeal of the Second Amendment like your history book says. The Second Amendment was already gone long before they ever repealed it. The rest of us thought we were doing the right thing by waiting. I hope to God we were right."

"You see, Thomas. It isn't government that makes a man free. In the end, governments always do just the opposite. They gobble up freedom like hungry pigs. You have to have laws to keep the worst in men under control, but at the same time the people have to have guns, too, in order to keep the government itself under control. In our country, the people were supposed to be the final authority of the law, but that was a long time ago. Once the guns were gone, there was no reason for those who run the government to give a damn about laws and constitutional rights and such. They just did what they pleased and anyone who spoke out...well, I'm getting ahead of myself."

"It took a long time to collect up all the millions of firearms that were in private hands. The government created a whole new agency to see to it. There were rewards for turning your friends in, too. Drug dealers and murderers were set free after two or three years in prison, but possession of a gun would get you mandatory life behind bars with no parole.

"I don't know how they found out about me, probably knew I'd been a hunter all those years, or maybe somebody turned me in. They picked me up on suspicion and took me down to the federal building."

"Son, those guys did everything they could think of to me. Kept me locked up in this little room for hours, no food, no water. They kept coming in, asking me where the guns were. 'What guns?' I said. Whenever I'd doze off, they'd come crashing in, yelling and hollering. I got to where I didn't know which end was up. I'd say I wanted my lawyer and they'd laugh. 'Lawyers are for criminals', they said. 'You'll get a lawyer after we get the guns.' What's so funny is, I know they thought they were doing the right thing. They were fighting crime!"

"When I got home I found Ruth sitting in the middle of the living room floor, crying her eyes out. The house was a shambles. While I was down there, they'd come out and took our house apart. Didn't need a search warrant, they said. National emergency! Gun crisis! Your grandma tried to call our preacher and they ripped the phone off the wall. Told her that they'd go easy on me if she just told them where I kept my guns." The old man laughed. "She told them to go to hell." He stared into the distance for a moment as his laughter faded.

"They wouldn't tell her about me, where I was or anything, that whole time. She said that she'd thought I was dead. She never got over that day, and she died the next December."

"They've been watching me ever since, off and on. I guess there's not much for them to do anymore, now that all the guns are gone. Plenty of time to watch one foolish old man." He paused. Beside him, the boy stared at the stone beneath his feet.

"Anyway, I figure that, one day, America will come to her senses. Our men will need those guns and they'll be ready. We cleaned them and sealed them up good; they'll last for years. Maybe it won't be in your lifetime, Thomas. Maybe one day you'll be sitting here with your son or grandson. Tell him about me, boy. Tell him about the way I said America used to be." The old man stood, his bad leg shaking unsteadily beneath him.

"You see the way this stone points? You follow that line one hundred feet down the hill and you'll find a big round rock. It looks like it's buried solid, but one man with a good prybar can lift it, and there's a concrete tunnel right under there that goes back into the hill."

The old man stood, watching as the sun eased toward the ridge, coloring the sky and the world red. Below them, the river still splashed among the stones, as it had for a million years. It's still going, the old man thought. There'll be someone left to carry on for me when I'm gone. It was harder to walk back. He felt old and purposeless now, and it would be easier, he knew, to give in to that aching heaviness in his left lung that had begun to trouble him more and more. Damn cigarettes, he thought. His leg hurt, and the boy silently came up beside him and supported him as they started down the last mile toward the house. How quiet he walks, the old man thought. He's learned well.

It was almost dark when the boy walked in. His father looked up from his paper. "Did you and your granddad have a nice walk?"

"Yes," the boy answered, opening the refrigerator. "You can call Agent Goodwin tomorrow. Gramps finally showed me where it is."


Editor's note: "Sundown at Coffin Rock" is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual events or to actual people, living or dead, remains to be seen. - Mark Pixler, Editor

Sunrise at Coffin Rock – Part II
Thomas sat alone upon the cold stone, shivering slightly in the chilly pre-dawn air of this April morning. The flashlight was turned off, resting beside him on the bare granite of Coffin Rock, and involuntarily he strained his eyes in the gray non-light of the false dawn, trying to make out the shapes of the trees, and the mountains across the river. Below, he could hear the chuckling of the water as it crossed the polished stones. How many times had he fished there, his grandfather beside him.

He tried to shrug away the memories, but why else had he come here except to remember.1 Perhaps to escape the inevitable confrontation with his mother. She would have to be told sooner or later, but Thomas infinitely preferred later.

How could he explain that? The endless arguments. The whispered warnings. The subtle threats. Dennis had told him to expect this. Dennis had lost his parents back in the First Purge back in 2004, and his bitter hatred of the State's iron rule had failed to ruin him only because of his unique and accomplished abilities as an actor. Only with Thomas did he open up. Only with Thomas did he relate the things he had earned while in the Youth Reeducation Camp near Charleston. Thomas shuddered.

It was his own fault, he knew. He should have kept his mouth shut like Dennis told him. All of his friends had come and shook his hand and pounded him on the back. "That's telling them, Adams!" they said. But their voices were hushed and they glanced over their shoulders as they congratulated him. And later, when the "volunteers" of the Green Ribbon Squad kicked his ass all over the shower room, they had stood by in nervous silence, their faces turned away, their eyes averted, and their tremulous voices silent.

He sighed. Could he blame them. He'd been afraid too, when the squad walked up and surrounded him, and if he could have taken back those proud words he would have. Anyone is afraid when they can't fight back, he'd discovered. So they taught him a lesson, and he had expected it to end there. But then yesterday had come the call to Dr. Morton's office, and the brief hearing that had ended his career at the university. "Thomas," Morton had intoned, "You owe everything to the State."

Thomas snorted.

The light was growing now. He could see the pale, rain-washed granite in the grayness as if it glowed. Coffin Rock was now a knob, a raised promontory that jutted up from a wide, unbroken arm of the mountain's stony roots, its cover of soil pushed away. There were deep gouges scraped across the surface of the rock where the backhoe had tried, vainly, to force the mountain to reveal its secrets. He was too old to cry now, but Thomas Adams closed his eyes tightly as he relived those moments that had forever changed his life.

The shouts and angry accusations as the agents found no secret arms cache still seemed to ring in his ears. They had threatened him with arrest, and once he had thought the government agent named Goodwin would actually strike him. At last, though, they had accepted defeat and turned down the mountain, following the gashed trail of the back-hoe as it rumbled ahead through the woods.

At home, he had found his mother and father standing, ashen faced, in the doorway.

"They took your grandpa," his father said in disbelief. "Just after you left, they put him in a van and took him. "

"But they said they wouldn't!" Thomas had shouted. He ran across the yard to the old man's cottage. The door was standing open and he wandered from room to room calling for the grandfather he would never see alive again.

It was his heart, they said. Two days after they had taken him, someone called and tersely announced that the old man had died at the indigent clinic a few hours after his arrest "Sorry," the faceless voice had muttered. Thomas had wept at the funeral, but it was only in later years that he had come to understand the greatest tragedy of that day-that the old man had died alone, knowing that his own grandson had betrayed him.

That grandson was Thomas Adams, and he was now too old to cry but in the growing light of the cold mountain dawn, he did anyway. Thomas was certain that his father's de-certification six months later was due to the debacle in the forest. As much as anyone did these days, they had "owned" their home, but the Certification Board would still have evicted them except for the intervention of Cousin Lou, who worked for the State Supervisor. As it was, they lost all privileges and, when his father came down with pneumonia the next autumn, medical treatment was denied. He had died three days after the first anniversary of Grandpa's death.

Thomas had been sure that he would be turned down at the University, but once again his cousin had intervened and a slot had "opened" for him. But now that's finished he reflected He would be unable to obtain any certification other than manual laborer. "Why didn't I keep my mouth shut" he asked the morning stillness. In a tree behind him, a mockingbird began to sing its ageless song, and as if in answer, the forest below began to twitter and chirp with the voices of other birds, greeting the new day.

No, what he had said had been the truth and nothing could change that. The State was wrong. It was evil. It was unnatural for men to be slaves of their government, always skulking, always holding their tongues lest they anger The State. But there is no "State," Thomas considered. There are only evil men, holding power over other men. And anyone who speaks out, who dares to challenge that power, is crushed.

If only there was a way to fight back!

Thomas shifted on the stone, hanging his feet off the downhill side. His feet had almost touched the grass that day, but now, although his legs were certainly longer, it was at least ten inches to the scarred rock surface below. As he kicked his heels back and forth, he could almost hear h is grandfather speaking to him from long ago...

"One day, America will come to her senses. Our men will need those guns and they'll be ready. We cleaned them and sealed them up good' they'll last for years. Maybe it won't be in your lifetime, Thomas. Maybe one day you'll be sitting here with your son or grandson. Tell him about me, boy. Tell him about the way I said America used to be. "You see the way this stone points." the old man was saying. "You follow that line one hundred feet..." Thomas' heels were suddenly still. For many minutes he did not move, playing those words over and over in his mind. "...Follow that line..."

What hidden place in his brain had concealed those words all of these years. How could the threats have failed to dislodge it. He stood upon shaky legs and climbed down from Coffin Rock. In his mind's eye, he could see the old man pointing and he walked down the hill and through a clinging brier patch, counting off the paces. The round stone did seem sol idly buried, but he scratched around near the base and found that the rock ended just an inch or so beneath the surface. "One man with a good bar can lift it," Grandfather had said. Thomas forced his fingers beneath the stone and, with all the strength in his 21-year-old body, he lifted. The stone came up, and he slid it off to one side. Cool air drifted up from the dark opening in the mountain. Thomas looked to the right where the scars of the State's frustration ended, only 15 or 20 feet away. They had been that close.

He squatted and stared into the darkness and then remembered his flashlight. In a moment, he was back with it, probing into the darkness with the yellow beam. There was a small patch of moisture just inside, but then the tunnel climbed upwards toward the ridge. On hands and knees, he entered.

It was uncomfortably close for the first 20 feet or so, then the cavern opened up around him. The men who had built this place, he saw, had taken a natural crevice in the granite rock, sealed it with masses of poured concrete, and then covered it with earth. The main chamber was bigger than the living room of a house, and they had left an opening up near the peak of the vaulted roof where fresh air and a faint, filtered light entered.

Wooden boxes and crates were stacked everywhere on concrete blocks, up off of the floor, stenciled with legends like, RIFLE, CAL. 30 M1, 9MM PARA, M193 BALL, 7.62 x 39MM, and 5.56MM. He pushed between them and crawled to the wall where he found cardboard boxes wrapped with plastic sheeting. They were imprinted with strange names like CCI, OLIN, WW748, BULLSEYE, and RL 550B. He did not know what the crates and boxes contained, and was afraid to break the seals, but near the center of the room he found a plastic-wrapped carton labeled, OPEN THIS FIRST. With his penknife, he slit the heavy plastic wrapping.

It contained books, he saw with some disappointment. But he studied the titles and found that they were manuals on weapons and how to repair them, how to clean them, how to fire them, and to store it, and how to reload it. And here was something unusual' A History of the United States. He lifted it from the carton and crawled back to the open air. Leaning against a stone, he tore open the heavy vinyl bag that enclosed the book and began to read at random, flipping the pages every few moments. On each page, something new met his eye, contradicting everything he had ever been taught.

Freedom is not won, he learned, by proud words and declarations.

He remembered a quotation taught at the University' "Blood alone moves the wheels of history." An Italian dictator named Mussolini had said that, but now he read of a man named Patrick C Henry who said, "The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants." Mao was required reading at the University, too, and he now recalled that this man called a "hero" by The State - had once said, "Political power comes out of the barrel of a gun."

Freedom is never granted, it is won. Won by men who are willing to die, willing to lose everything so that others may have the greatest possession of all: liberty.

Mentally, he began to list those he could trust. Men who had been arrested for speaking out. Women whose husbands had been arrested and never returned. Friends who had been denied certification because of their fathers' military records. The countryside seethed with anger and frustration. These were people who longed to be free, but who had no means to resist... until now.

Thomas laid the book aside and then worked the stone back into position, carefully placing leaves and moss around the base to hide any evidence that it had been disturbed. He tucked the book under his arm and started for home with the rays of the rising sun warming his back. He imagined his grandfather's touch in the heat. A forgiving touch.

A long, hard struggle was coming, and he knew with a certainty that defied explanation that he would not live to see the day America would once again be free. His blood and that of many patriots and tyrants would be spilled, but perhaps America's tree of Liberty would live and flourish again.

There is a long line stretching through the history of this world a line of those who valued freedom more than their lives. Thomas Adams now took his place at the end of that column as he determined that he would have liberty, or death. He would be in good company.

Sunrise at Coffin Rock is a work of fiction.

This story originally appeared in "The Blue Press" (a catalog/magazine put out by Dillon Precision Products, Inc., 7442 Butherus Drive, Scottsdale, AZ 85260, phone 602- 948-8009.) The editor, Mark Pixler, was kind enough to allow distribution on the Internet.

This story may be reprinted as long as due credit is given to the author and publisher.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

So how's that Hopey, Changey Thingy going for ya, Huh?

US to become worlds largest landlord.

You heard that right folks. Obysmal's newest "Hopey, Changey, Thingy" is to buy up defaulted properties and rent them back to the previous owners, making the government the nations largest landlord, virtually guaranteeing a land of serfs and vassals from sea to shinning sea. Where once independent men and women, bathed in the warm glow of liberty and freedom, now have no choice but to bow to the Obysmal.

Inflation is just around the corner; I don't care who you are but the truth is, you can't just print billions of Federal Reserve Notes and not have to pay for them some how. Sooner or later, all this will be followed by a healthy dose of anger and rage from the general populace.

Goldman Sachs (Government Sachs) hits a 4.5 billion dollar profit and hands out bonuses like candy.

New York Times:
Analysts estimate that the bank will set aside enough money to pay a total of $18 billion in compensation and benefits this year to its 28,000 employees, or more than $600,000 per employee. Top producers stand to earn millions…

Where'd the 9.8 billion in bailouts go. Did you get a bonus? Didn't think so. Follow this link for an interesting vid.

You'll love this one, should be great for your blood pressure. . . click here.

This is like the lull before the storm. Economists are talking about a recovery but appear to be ignoring reality. What is happening now is merely to put dollars in the pockets of those who have already raped and pillaged every tax paying person in the country. This with not one iota of shame.

I don't see anyone practicing fiscal restraint of any kind. Europe is in no better shape and perhaps even worse. They think they're OK. Some out there are talking about the coming crash as if they are some how immune. Saying things like there may be 20 to 30% collateral damage. UH, that would be you.

The world is operating well beyond it's capacity to absorb the sort of crisis that is fast approaching. I really don't think the majority of people realize just how ugly it will get or how soon it is coming. Follow this link for an eye full.

If you aren't planning now, you should be.

Monday, July 13, 2009

Do all creatures have the absolute natural right to defend their lives?

This question was recently asked on a forum that I participate in and to my stunned disbelief, there were those who dissented.

Not only is it genetically coded at the DNA level but for those of you who for whatever reason have taken a pacifistic direction in life, the idea that Jesus taught pacifism is balderdash. The two millenniums that have passed between those words being spoken and our present understanding of those words have created a lot of misunderstanding.

The famous line about turning the other cheek was in reference to a grave insult of the time and limited to that alone. (at the time, a backhand across the right cheek in particular was a insult with dire consequences.) Not a violent physical attack. He told is fellows to go out and buy a sword if they did not have one. Defend yourself.

Also famously, the verses concerning JC telling his man to put up his sword had to do with suicidal nature of a confrontation with the Roman soldiers at that time and his plans being bollixed up. He didn't tell his man to toss it away or scold him for carrying one.

So if you believe any of the bull pucky that is so often cited as the pacifistic nature of Jesus and God, then you should re-read the relevant sections of the bible, do a historical study of the specific mores and code of ethics at the time and in particular, Jewish laws and social behavioral codes.

God, in the Old Testament was a not to be messed with. He did not change his character in the New Testament and Jesus did say he did not come to abolish The Law but rather to fulfill it. (fulfill prophecy)

To me, this stands as a Testament to Gods character of which legend has it we are fashioned. Jew and Gentile alike. That being said, Molon Labe.

Wednesday, July 08, 2009

How Bureaucracy prepares for Social Collapse

I thought this was interesting. From "EconoSpeak" blog.

Not exactly Right Site Friendly but I like to see what the other side is doing once in a while.
How Bureaucracy prepares for Social Collapse

1. Formulate comprehensive plan
2. Generate community enthusiasm
3. Get 'buy in' from industry/government/UN/Vatican etc
4. Use mass media to create public awareness
5. Form action committees and grant structures
6. Develop legislation and lobby parliaments
7. Secure corporate sponsorships
8. Execute pilot programs
9. Publish papers, present results at conferences

Thursday, July 02, 2009

Liberty and Freedom sucker punched a world apart. . .

I don't have much here but I am saddened by the recent global suppression of Liberty and Freedom. Many patriots who only desired the freedom to determine their own destiny where shot down or rounded up and hung for all to see in the Iranian/Muslim theocracy helmed by a psychopath and a; . . . . hmmm . . . .oh yeah, psychopath.

Mahmoud Ahmadinejad

and his puppeteer

Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini.

They are complicit in the murder of; this is purely speculation but, thousands. Most recently they conspired to kill a young woman; Neda Soltani, who just wanted to breath the sweet air of Liberty. Others of like mind where also gunned down or hung in an effort to stifle their cries for Freedom!

These two conspirators, guilty of murder most vile, are still free and have not been called out by our government. Our government watched as this revolution's beginnings were stamped out. Still no outcries of foul from the powers that be.

South of the border in a small Central American country. . . . .
Fueled by disparate poverty and overrun with rampant crime, this country is deeply troubled, a major drug corridor to the US and a overrun with gangs and drug runners.
the Honduran military ousted that countries legally elected President. The president of a Democratic Republic.

I have to admit, this guy probably shouldn't have been president of Honduras but a military coup really wasn't the way to do this.

Both of these are blatant and bold strikes against Liberty and Freedom with little more than a whimper from this administration.

Wednesday, July 01, 2009

Gun owners and the NRA or GOA. . . . Where are you???!!!

OK. For anyone not involved in a non-profit or not for profit; I am, if you do not constantly, continually, daily, hourly etc. ad nauseum, infinitum, fund raise, guess what? No funds magically show up on your door step.

As a matter of fact, if you are off the radar for any amount of time at all, you are out of business. This I know from copious amounts of research on the subject and personal efforts in fund-raising.

Not paying the NRA your dues or the GOA or whatever gun group you choose to support; because they contact you for money, is like shooting yourself in the foot because your toe hurts.

I am not advocating drinking the NRA Koolaid either. I don't like compromise. I just know that together we stand. This is no longer a private issue. You said you have found something that works better, out with it. This is not about hurt feelings, disgruntled attitudes about marketing etc. This is about survival.

I am not even the extremist here. It is almost universally recognized that we are in the fight of our lives. Lets put this stuff aside and get to it. "they" will take away your liberty and freedom to choose an advocate just to give some slacker, your money, your livelihood, your future.

Rhetoric like this whining is pointless so speak, write, do and get-r-done. Let the NRA know that you will not put up with the direction they are going in any longer. Tell your friends to make the case as well. But lets not take the bite out of this dog before he has a chance to change.

I don't care what the excuse you have for not paying; other than food, house payment/rent, or you died, they are all a crock. These organizations are our only voice with any pull at all in Washington and without them, we would be in a far worse place.

What I want to know is where are the 70 or 80 million gun owners. I am tired of carrying them.

Lame excuses like; I just duck hunt, it doesn't affect me. Oh heck, I just target shoot, it doesn't affect me. I'm just a collector, no worries here. Well DU and the rest of these groups have been so silent for so long, nobody hears them any more. They have no voice. Unless you want to save a swamp.

All that great duck hunting land is not worth a damn except to the ducks if you can't own a gun.

Just ask an Australian who had his fine collection destroyed by the powers that be. Ground up, chopped up, torched, smashed, shredded. Your classic or your home defense gun gone.

You all are going to be a sad bunch of reactors when you finally realize it was way too little far too late. Wait and see is fine for growing corn or waiting for the rain but it does not work for human rights, civil rights or God given rights.

Oh and for those of you who don't believe in God, just realize the Universe has given you the right to defend yourself by whatever means necessary. It is in your DNA. Hard wired into your brain, no brain workin' necessary.

The only thing that will work today is to “act” and act now.

Please do not waste any pixels on how the NRA doesn't do this or does too much of that or whatever. It is a lame excuse for you to cheap out and let the other guy do it. Not a word of it holds a buckets worth of water.

The next thing I'll hear is how you feel Disenfranchised or disaffected so you're not paying. Waaaaaa!


Two recent comments by staunch conservatives:

I do believe NRA has become far too commercial and money oriented over the last few years.

Additionally; What's with the notion that if one doesn't belong to one of these money-grubbing groups, that one somehow is incapable of voicing an opinion to an elected official? That's 'money grubber' propaganda. Perhaps I am the exception, but I manage to contact and track my reps regarding their voting record.

This is the one I love to hear. When you get tired of receiving a form letter in return sent by some 26 year aid old who probably didn't read it anyway, you'll understand why an organization with 5 million plus members has some pull.

Remember the old, very old saying, Ibi victoria, ubi concordia (United we stand, divided we fall!)? That saying exists for a reason. It is true. Remember? Divide and conquer?

Granted, you may be an exceptional human being but you do stand alone. Money grubbers or not, we need the power of the people united.

No. I do not believe your voice can be heard or appreciated by any elected official. Especially those who already think you are the enemy. Just how naive does one need to be to believe that?

If your voice is heard, your not being counted. It is simply a tick on a white board. or a notation of agreement or decent in some computer. Ignored if you don't happen to agree with the sitting Representative.

Over 15 elected representatives recently on various issues, stabbed us collectively in our backs. Think. Did your voice mean anything to them. You have no power. No voice. No authority. Nothing as an individual. The same was true more than 200 years ago, perhaps more so today.

Conyers showed us all what money and power can do. See ACORN investigation. Oh, I mean what investigation.

I am ashamed to say that there are 80 million gun owners in this country and only 4-5 million are members of the NRA or far fewer, the GOA. If you fall into this group, you are clearly independent and you have that right but we may all fall because of people like you. I for one do not want to be alone with my back against the wall!!!

The NRA or GOA is not just three guys with hats. This money gets used to do a job in a world where money talks. Don't you see the power we have together, every gun owner standing side to side? 80 million gun owners shouting different things at different times is a whisper compared to 80 million gun owners shouting one thing at the same time. The roar would be deafening. That's how it's done!

I hope you and those like you wake up before you and your single voice ruin it for the rest of us. Stand with us and we all win, stand alone and we all lose. I welcome you to stand with me by joining the NRA or GOA.

Just IMHO.

Speak, Write, Do!