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Maybe you don’t believe, but I do

We are only a few days into the Presidency of Donald Trump, and already people (the ones you’d likely expect) are losing their minds and going batshit crazy. It is almost as if they are actually foolish enough to desire a war between the races, the sexes, the old and young, the city folk versus the country boys… and on and on.

Unless you are an idiot, no one wants civil war. So ask yourselves, why are these idiots pushing for one?  The SDS in the 60s were radical, violent, and smart. Kids today, not so much. They are funded by someone, surely; because these “spontaneous ” events have preprinted signs and tshirts. Spontaneous?   No. And in the unending effort to stir the pot, let’s think about the things -revealed about Mike Flynn. The idiots revealed that the information was from phone calls recorded in BEFORE Trump was President. You know, like when he was a PRIVATE CITIZEN.

Sadly, this crap has gone on for far too long and we will have to kill about a third of the country before the rest wake up with a resounding WTF?

Please look up the map of who voted for who in this last election, and then realize that the food, water, electricity, etc., comes from those red areas, populated by those who elected this President.  Then, use that knowledge to make a somewhat educated guess as to who has been purchasing firearms – and ammunition – in month over month, year over year – records, for the eight years Bathhouse Barracks 0’Blameless has been pretzeldent. (yes, that twisted). In the words of movie William Wallace, (since the actual one’s quotes are lost to history) “I’m goin’ to pick a fight”.

No one with a lick of sense wants this. Only the ignorant and senseless are pushing for it. And they will die by the thousands, horribly. In their deceptions, and ignorance, they claim a desire to make a better world. And they will, by dying for it.

This link is for those of us who cling bitterly to our guns, our God, and our sanity…

 

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241 years of always faithful

That is a long time, to be at the ready to defend this nation. A real long time . And here I am, two days after the most ridiculous election of  a generation if not in history; and I sit amazed as I watch Clinton supporters do exactly what they said Trump supporters would do, if the lying contemptible pedophile had been elected, rather than Donald Trump. But she was not. And their vitriol and hatred exceeds that which they claim “ours” would have been… because they still don’t understand the restraint we’ve shown for decades. I’ve seen reports of ‘tweets’ (really? do adults actually do that?) that say “rural=stupid”. No, you liberal motard, ‘rural = food’. We’ve been insulted – and still are being insulted – because we believe in God, we believe this nation was blessed by God and gifted to our forefathers for a reason. We believe that in years past we actually were the ‘shining city on a hill”. Foolishly, we trusted and believed that others here were much like us. Or, aspired to be so. We have learned the difficult lesson that is not so. We are not racist, homophobic, ignorant, backward, or intolerant. We prefer the company of our own race, for the most part – just as you prefer the company of yours; and for the same reasons. We are not homophobic, we pray for you because God tells us to love the sinner but hate the sin. And, you are an abomination to Him – unlike others, He knows you, He’s your Creator, and He did not ‘make’ you that way. But we do not judge you, or fear you; we are quite tired however of you expecting us to grant you special treatment because of your bedroom habits. Keep that shit behind your bedroom door, just like we do. Nor are we ignorant. You may someday learn that the internet is an amazing tool for learning, not simply posting “selfies” or updating face book. You may someday learn that working – earning a living – raising a family, and interaction with folks in reality rather than online; and reading books; can teach you a lot.  Nor are we backward; the values and morals we share have been the result of centuries of trial and error, throughout civilization. They are tried and true for reasons you don’t comprehend. We haven’t seen fit to change them, because “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it”.

As for intolerant, let’s just say we own at least 200 million firearms, and a shit ton of ammunition. And we practice and train with them. And we have other assets you aren’t even intelligent enough to understand or question. If we were intolerant, you’d be dead.

So, continue your tears… Trump was elected by us because we are sick and tired of your nonsense. Cry all you want, but sit down and shut up. We are closer to snapping and kicking your childish, selfish asses than you realize. For your own safety, stop poking the bear. Get over yourselves, while we work with the President elect to set things right. It won’t be easy, but it will happen. We honestly do wish you would grow up, understand, and pitch in.

If you don’t, the work will get done anyway. But understand what this election really means – we’re fed up, pissed off actually. Really angry. And if you continue to act as you are, do not expect us to remain conciliatory. Do not expect us to give up, or give in. We are close to the realization that it may still end up being “all of us, or all of you”. If that happens, you will lose more than just the election.

This is what our whisper sounds like. You do not want to hear us thunder.

May God give us all peace.

Grandpa

 

Something wicked this way comes…

…with apologies to Ray Bradbury. I’d apologize to the innocent, as well, but I believe God protects them as a matter of heavenly routine, as has been said. The rest of us, well, let’s just say; whatever side you’re on, we’re about  to get what we’ve all been asking for, in one way or another. No sane person wants a ‘hot’ civil war. But those on the left want to remain in power, the rich want to get richer; the races are bitterly divided, city dwellers don’t care about farmers, radical women hate men, gays hate heteros… etc.  The kicker is this – those “bitter clingers”; so blithely dismissed and arrogantly overlooked, that populate ‘fly over country’ and desire liberty to live their lives, raise their kids and grandkids, go to church and the grocery store and Wal-Mart; drive pickup trucks, and own firearms – well, we’re fed up. Trump’s popularity, his missteps and vulgarity and what not, make us happy. Because while y’all have been marginalizing us, we’ve been planning and preparing; and guess what? We’ve learned to hate you, too. We’re almost at the point where turning the other cheek ain’t gonna happen. Only place our cheek is going to go is the stock of a rifle. The other day, a hard working coworker said he got a call from someone regarding a plan to take care of his IRS back taxes. He said he has a plan to take care of his back taxes, all right; but it’s not one of the plans presented to him…  and there’s a lot of that in the country right now. More people than not – and I talk to folks, lots of folks, everyday – and this is a cross section, too; young, old, black, white, well to do, poor… – and they are pissed off. Not just upset, or irritated. Pissed off, as in going to snap and not take anymore crap. And they’re not going to ‘settle down’; or let bygones be bygones. No sir, they are willing and able and about ready to… well, to not put too fine a point on it… ready to fuck some shit up. And some people, too. People who heretofore thought themselves above it. People who will be quite surprised when that noose is around their neck. People who “are gonna know, when the bullet hits the bone.”

Fed up doesn’t do this kind of anger any justice. It will be loud, it will be ugly, it will be painful, and at this point it is inevitable. Something will be the spark. The tinder is already set, so is the fuel. And all the king’s horses, and all the king’s men…

I’ve got kids, and grandkids – and folks I care about, deeply – all over this country. I can’t save all of ’em; but I’m going to do what I can. I am only one guy. But, I also know I’m not the only guy. It’s going to be sporty soon. Choose today who you will serve. As for me and my house…      and, remember –

The Lord is a warrior.

The League of Outlaw Bloggers…

Just quickly admitting that it is Grandpa, who stepped up and said “let’s boogie.” Breaking the law is… well, not just fun, but when government becomes tyranny; then it becomes my duty! Look, I’ve said before, once I became a grandparent, all the stuff that used to just make me itch started to piss me off. Like the Pretzeldent’s speechifying tonight… if the law doesn’t apply to him, and his fellow aliens; then I cheerfully revert to only following Scripture. And what he claimed was Biblical tonight, is not quite what he thinks it says… There’s going to be a fight…

too close to trigger time…

So, today; as I’m walking to the store, since I cannot afford to fix the transmission in my truck – because the economy is bouncing back so well, home sales are up, employment is up, the spotted puppy is sleeping under the red wagon on the green grass on a sunny summer day, rainbows and unicorns and… etc. etc. etc.; and I pass a soon to be anachronism of American history – a coin operated newspaper vending box, outside of another soon to be American anachronism, the ‘restaurant’; and I see that our illustrious leader has spoken…  and said…”we… might have underestimated ISIS, and may have overestimated the Iraqi army.”  Oh, really?  Who’da thunk it?  The terrorists that slammed their way across Syria and Iraq in months, wiping out what it took us lots of lives, $, and time to “free”…   we… underestimated them.  And the Iraqi army, that we swept aside like DUST in a few hours, we… seem to have overestimated them.

I would laugh, if I didn’t want to scream and cry. Last night, in reviewing other recent historical events, I came across N. Pelosi saying “we have to pass it, so we can find out what’s in it.”  Dear God in Heaven, people; what in Jesus’ name are you thinking about? What is it you read, watch, think, or what not? Why oh why – other than undeserved compassion – keeps you from hanging these ‘people’ (and I use that term with great latitude…) from streetlamps?  Are you serious? Can anyone – really – tell me with a straight face that this is OK with them? And there are states in this union that actually grant a license to drive, to these folks – and those who say NOTHING IS WRONG?  God has not created enough compassion – or whiskey – in the history of the world, to make any of this seem sensible.

But, the internet is full of folks who can opine about it, ad infinitum. Perhaps not as well as I, or perhaps better. No matter. My issue is this; to those who consider themselves to be on the realistic side of things. (thank you to Max V.  for putting to phrase that which my heart feels – I am a realist.) I look around, I read, and honestly, I despair; of what was at some point in history; our beloved country. I grew up in the Midwest. Geographically, it is still there. But the corn fields, and wheat fields; well, it’s just not the same. I don’t know when we fell asleep at the switch, and allowed the train of state to turn onto a siding instead of staying on the Main Line; I know it was more than one of us; and I know that it is the height of American arrogance to think for one minute that we will not face a come-uppance from God for the poor stewardship over the gifts He has blessed us with; here in what was the shining city on a hill; the hope of mankind; etc.  There are those among us who are so distant from the American ideal; that they are content with “American Idol”. (Lord have mercy on us)  My own cousins stay in contact using “facebbook” instead of a letter or phone call; because it is “easier.”  Yes, by all means, let us take convenience over meaning. Let us not invest any more time/effort/thought into ANYTHING than we have to. We hand cell phones to 7 year olds, “pads” to 9 year olds, video games to older kids – so we don’t have to interact with them; which allows us to spend more time doing adult things – like texting each other, watching sports, or the latest episode of “Kitchen something or other”.  (really, everyone? “Kitchen Stadium”?  it’s a joke, right? please tell me, please, please, please…)

Now, that there’s only a few left reading; listen – grandpa is only going to say this once.  We don’t have welders, carpenters, cabinet makers, machinists, mechanics, teachers, statesmen, farmers, ranchers, butchers, bakers, and candlestick makers…  in any great numbers in this country anymore. It is not a pity, it is a crime. When we surpasses “number of farmers” with “number of lawyers” – we needed a big bucket of ice water dumped on our collective heads.  The aforementioned trades, and others (barbers, and… oh, nevermind) will be NEEDED, and it will be sooner rather than later. I read recently that “what cannot go on forever, won’t. Amen to that.  As for me, I will not go quietly into the dark night.  Do me a favor, and yourself a bigger one. Go to your kitchen, get a nice big tumbler from the cupboard. Fill it with ice, and then water. Let it sit for a minute. (be thankful you can still get water from a tap, and ice from your own freezer, it won’t go on forever either) Once it is nice and chilled; lean over the sink and dump it onto your head, while you think about what it is I’ve written here; and what it implies for you, your family, the folks on your street and in your town/state/nation. Then go back and read it again; but don’t waste any time trying to understand “how we got here.” That doesn’t matter because we can’t change history. Think intelligently, innovatively, and best of all with good ol’ American ingenuity – about how we get out of here. That’s is today’s imperative. We don’t care who brought us here, we’ll deal with those lying characters later. Think about how you will feed/clothe/protect/care for your family and those dear to you in the coming darkness and excitement. And please don’t say “no one told me it would be this bad’ because I just did. And if we’re lucky, it won’t be as bad as I think it will be. No, if we’re lucky, it won’t be worse. But we are way past the point of “it will be” because… it will be.

Thus endeth the lesson. May God have mercy on us. This may no longer be the land of the free, but it is still the home of the brave.   Stormfriend sends III

Until we say “no”…

The other day, the rotund homosexual that for some reason is a manager at our company; offered the final insult I will endure without comment at my current job. I am a professional; and to have him sit smugly in judgement of my job performance – a job he is in almost every way imaginable incapable of doing – and tell me my performance needs to ‘improve’; based on what he’s “heard”; is at minimum professionally insulting; morally repugnant; and – to paraphrase a friend of mine – wrong to me as a man. I was a man long before I accepted this job; and I will be a man long after this job disappears into economic decay. (perhaps this is God’s way of encouraging me to move along… I shall pray)
About a month ago, my integrity was questioned by another manager; after needing to take a day to attend to personal medical business; I was told I ‘refused mandatory overtime.’ Which in fact was not accurate. It was a lie; but as I cannot ‘prove’ it; I will just say those who state I refused mandatory overtime have perhaps a less than accurate recollection of events that’ day, I did work mandatory overtime the following day; but that seems to be a moot point. I asked at the time whether or not it was necessary for me to provide documentation; and was told it was not. One week later, well; yes, you need documentation. Your integrity is called into question. You were seen at a company function; and so therefore could have been at work… Or, I could have simply stayed home and hid; and you folks in upper management wouldn’t even know what I did that day. The truth is important, I was told.
Fast forward to last night. I was told that an underling – a lazy, union employee; who “hides” behind the union contract and does nothing he is not “required” to do; stated I directed him to do something that is non-standard, not dangerous – something done almost every day at work in order to accomplish tasks quickly. I did not direct him to do so, and really have little understanding as to ‘why’ he would ‘go this way’; but my point is… I offered to go and get the individuals assigned to do the task correctly – in direct contradiction of what this individual claimed – and was told, basically – that in this matter; the truth is not important; it was simply his ‘claim’ that would be believed.
This is a personal microcosm of why our country is in the state it is in today.
The truth does matter, to some of us. What is important, moral, right, and best in all of us – does matter. I have read years ago that “Character Matters”. It is what we do when no one else (except God) can see us; that makes us who we are.
Gay rights have become more important than the rights of those who are not. Christian values and principles are trashed and the values of the value-less are lauded. Those who work are chided by those ‘along for the ride’; because how foolish we must be, to work pedaling the bicycle when we could simply sit down and enjoy the ride.
Those of us who agree are going to be stuck in this nonsense until we say ‘no’.
I for one, am very very close to not needing my job so overly much that I am willing to be insulted; have my values, professionalism, and hard work; trivialized by a overweight homosexual who disgusts me in his mannerisms and lack of correct spelling and usage guidelines in email….
What is the quote from “Network”? Oh yes…
‘I AM MAD AS HELL, AND I’M NOT GOING TO TAKE IT ANYMORE’.

Update: I was terminated for ‘poor performance’ by these same people who do not understand – even comprehend – what it is that my workgroup and I do.  You know, I actually feel pretty good about it. Yeah, the loss of income is a setback, but… enough of their crap. Them without me is much more of a disadvantage than me without them…

brain challenge

Ok… today for some reason known only to God; as I went to put some diesel into the palomino with what little is left of my paycheck; Hannity and Coulter were on the radio; talking about Donald Sterling being a racist; Cliven Bundy being a racist; etc. ad nauseum. Why is it that those with little to say; and little to back it up; are given public forums on the airwaves? Oh wait – I forgot… to keep the sheeple from putting their eyes on the ball, and swinging for the fences.
Here’s the point. Seriously. Donald Sterling has a zillion dollars for some reason; and has already shown he doesn’t care what you, me, or anyone else thinks. So, why waste our time? As for Cliven Bundy – I have intelligent friends who happen to be black; and they have told me that NOTHING Cliven Bundy has said was 1) racist, or 2) incorrect. If you don’t think you are a slave to the system, if you don’t realize you are a wage slave; if you don’t realize… let’s just say that because you don’t ‘get it’ doesn’t make Bundy wrong – or a racist. It simply means you need to turn off reality television and connect with ‘reality reality’. It isn’t Obama, Bush, Reagan, Carter, LBJ… this has gone on for over a century – progressivism. Socialism. The slow change to the ruling elite, and the workers. No middle class. If you don’t see it, ask YOURSELF why. You are deceived. You have an enemy; several in fact; and you don’t even KNOW it…
Face it, the majority of the sheeple in this land don’t get it. Their eyes are off the ball, they will swing – and miss.
Let me give you something of value, and I won’t charge you for it, because that is the cool kind of guy grandpa is.
You need to go to the grocery store and start to buy canned goods; water; first aid supplies, beer, bullets, bread, a generator, a solar panel, a flashlight, candles, beer, a good barbeque grill that uses wood or briquettes, beer, some biodegradable soap, matches, a hatchet, a gun if you don’t own one; beer; and, so I don’t forget; barter items. And keep your car as full of fossil fuel as you can.
I’m sure some of you will ask why.
So, I will tell you. Excitement is coming; it is going to get sporty really soon; and if you aren’t ready for it when the festivities begin; may God help you. No one else will.
I was off work today – one in a row! – and saw “Enemy of the State”. The Gene Hackman character says “It’s a brave new world out there. At least, it better be…”
Amen.

Independence Day

This day, and this country; have meant so much to me over the years; and throughout my life. Our church used to meet at the city park on the evening of the 4th; it was a pot luck and there was so much food; and probably 100 home made pies of so many varieties… i have watched fireworks from the end of the pier in Huntington Beach; from the roads up in the hills above LA; from the parking lot of a big shopping mall in Georgia; from the bluffs by the old airport in St. George, Utah… from the hills above the valley in Las Vegas… at Disneyland… I am truly blessed. And I am truly angry; that – on my watch, no less – this country has gone from my idealistic dream as a child; to where it is today. Where is that, the question begs… We are, sadly, past the crossroads. There is another crossroad ahead; this one coming up has two turns, and both of them are vicious. And i have kids, and grandkids; and I am very angry. i was disappointed at the betrayal of those entrusted with the values we hold dear; with the historicity of what our country has always stood for; and I honestly don’t believe that it was a lie. As an aside, I was discussing the moon landing a while ago with one of my sons, and the question was ‘was the moon landing faked?” And i said most likely not; because although imperfect; the men they selected to be astronauts had… integrity. Unlike the “heroes” of today; these men – astronauts, as well as those in positions of responsibility – told the truth. But now, truth is relative; not absolute. And “Absolut” is a vodka. And truth is debatable. And… there are none so blind as those who WILL not see. Having eyes… they don’t see. Having ears, they do not hear. It is a choice. And for some reason, they expect us to be just as deaf and blind ‘for real’ as they choose to be.
And it is okay with them that my children and grandchildren will be in debt and impoverished to allow ‘them’ to continue with their golden lifestyle. I don’t know if ‘they’ read this; perhaps no one does and i am simply a voice crying out in the wilderness.
But this voice is angry, and it won’t go away; and it owns firearms it won’t surrender. i am not as young as I wish. If I was, I’d go pick a fight. But as Thomas Paine wrote “if there is to be trouble, let it be in my time, that my children shall know peace.”
Oftentimes, as I go to work again to simply pay my bills; i see the set up that intentionally keeps us all in debt; keeps us as cogs in the economic machine that supports “them” and enslaves “us”; and it angers me still more.
I will not go quietly into this dark night; the majority of us won’t. I won’t wish ‘them’ anything any more; i simply pray that for them, the knot is tight, and the drop is short. What was it John Wayne said? Oh yeah, ‘I saw a man hanged once, and heard it described as ghastly. And that’s what it is; ghastly. And they deserve that.” “They” have stolen this country, We’re going to take it back, too; because one day the t.v. and all the other distractions will not function; and slowly the sheep will wake up; see what’s lost – and then, if it hasn’t begun yet… it will.

When in the course of human events…

I am given pause by the words that were penned by the statesmen/patriots that put blood behind their ink. And I tremble at the the certain knowledge that very few recall anymore that:

1) This is the Declaration of Independence. 2) It has meaning that transcends its words  and, 3) The very accusations detailed in that document; the charges against the King; if you will – are the selfsame accusations we can level against not only this administration; but the ones who have preceded it for a great many years. And against those in Congress as well. 

I will not be a member of the blog-o-sphere who writes in a vacuum. I am a child of the 60s, a radical of a different sort. I am a patriot of a different caliber. (50bmg)  I am as subtle as a flying mallet, and… to quote e.e. cummings….

“there is some shit I will not eat”  (I sing of Olaf, glad and big) 

The continued adventure of our government to suborn the law, and turn this republic into either a) anarchy, or; b) a dictatorship; sickens me. It apparently does not – yet, anyway – sicken the rest of the country into action. But my prayer is that it will.  It is, tragically; to late to stop it. To use a well-known quote: “We aren’t voting ourselves out of this.” 

There will indeed be a fight; and it will be for your family and friends; not simply liberty. It will be in your town, your church – your yard. It will be ugly, it will be hard, and it will be remorseless. It will be bloody, world history has seen nothing that we will be able to compare the destruction of the United States to.  And that makes me angry; that my children will not live in the country I grew up in. But as Thomas Paine said; “if there is to be trouble, let it be in my day; that my children will know peace.” 

Arm yourselves. Let’s win.