Feeling a little down after the Turkey high? Worried about the coming insurrection? Click here to read a great piece that will perk you right up. (If you're of a certain mindset that is.)
Here's hoping your Thanksgiving is exciting...but not that exciting. And don't forget who you're thanking.
So in my travels around the blog-o-sphere, I've noticed that there are some standardized "rules" for increasing readership. Mostly I don't care about it too much. I haven't had anyone contact me yet about exchanging links, but I figure that since my blog is still pretty new, sooner or later.
But one of those rules is pretty obvious and eye-catching. Rule 5 seems to be a pretty good way to bring extra readers in, since it works on a tried and true gimmick.
Pretty girls in skimpy clothes always sells.
I can't argue with that because I've used the same technique in sales booths I've run at various living history events. Hiring a pretty girl to sell the cups I make always increases sales. However, I'm going to break with the traditional bikini pics and the like in my occasional Rule 5 posts and put up pictures of some of the kinds of women I find most attractive.
So without further ado, here's my first Rule 5 Post.
Continued from yesterday...(See below)
So what was the unexpected thing that happened to the UGA white board plans between "Require all scary guns be registered" and "Registration is complete" ?
Well, they didn't understand one very important thing. In point of fact, theses sons and daughters of THE ENEMY are incapable of even comprehending that "unexpected thing".
In Tolkien's "Lord of the Rings", King Theoden, the most truly human character in the famous trilogy, declares himself to be "...the lesser son of greater fathers". Many Americans (Including me) are also the lesser sons and daughters of our greater mothers and fathers. Those great ancestors include such notables as Thomas Jefferson, George Washington and John Adams. But the list of those greater fathers also includes Carter Braxton, Thomas McKeam, Thomas Nelson, Francis Lewis: it included Dillery, Hall, Clymer, Walton, Gwinnett, Heyward, Ruttledge, Middleton and a host of others. Names you probably don't know. (Click here to find out who they were.)
These folks and their families payed a high price for our liberty. Some of them payed the highest price.
We may not be as great as our forefathers (at least not yet) but...
In 1989, California enacted a law requiring the registration of certain classes of semi-auto weapons. Estimates of the number of such weapons in the Golden State ranged from 200,000 to 600,000. By 1992, only 60,000 were registered.
In 2013, New York State instituted the SAFE act, requiring the registration of semi-automatic rifles, pistols and shotguns. Official estimates were that the citizens of New York State had over one million guns that were covered by the act. By 2014, (and it required a court order to find this out) the total number of registrations in compliance with the act was about 45,000.
Also in 2013, the Connecticut legislature passed a law required residents to register certain semi-automatic firearms and magazines with a capacity greater than 10 rounds. The estimates of weapons and magazines covered by the act were several hundred thousand guns and 2.4 million magazines. By the following year, the
total number of guns and magazines registered in compliance with the law was 50,016 firearms and 38,290 magazines respectively.
The bump stock ban failed to produce more than a small portion of the hundreds of thousands of bump stocks out there. (Silly, really because with a little practice you can "bump" fire any semi-auto without any tools or accessories at all.) and in 2013, a Colorado law banning the sale or transfer of magazines that can hold over 15 rounds was made impotent because the law said nothing about larger capacity magazines assembled from kits. (Store owners are pulling the springs out of the magazines and selling the box and spring as a kit.)
There are a lot of other examples of this kind of civil disobedience out there, and well there should be.
Each of these scoff-laws, these newly made criminals understand that registration is simply a prelude to confiscation. They also know instinctively one awesome truth; disarmed societies are slave societies, each and every time. And so they are willing to risk fines and even imprisonment to protect and defend a God-given Right.
We may be lesser sons and daughters of greater ancestors. But the time is surely coming when we'll have the horrible need to up our game.
I suspect we will.
One of those things I never understand is the desire for power over other people. I have enough problems keeping myself straight with God. I surely don't want to put myself in a position to lead others to perdition with me.
A couple of times, my old Pastor went on vacation and asked me to fill in by handling a service; including giving a sermon. Now I'm someone who really really likes to spread my opinions around. But giving a sermon is a scary thing for me because, what if I get it wrong?
I started each of those sermons with a disclaimer, to wit: "the opinions given in the following sermon are those of the speaker only and are not necessarily the intended universal truths of God, the community of believers, or Pastor Shine".
See, I know that I see through a glass darkly. There's no way that I, or any other human being, can account for all of the nearly infinite permutations possible for any grand scheme. We all fall short of the Glory. But the intellectual elites in the United Government of America (UGA) aren't that humble. There's a famous military truism that goes; "no plan survives first contact with the enemy". But those wise fools in Government don't believe that. They write their plans on their electronic white boards and they go something like:
But then someone smarter than Beto (not a difficult achievement) notes that there are an estimated 400 million guns out there (1.2 guns per person in America) and that the act of trying to take them away will likely mean that they will be used against the state.
Much sadness ensues.
Then some other party-pooper notes that of those estimated 400 million guns, only one million are registered. (gasps!) Knowing where to find those unregistered guns will be impossible. So obviously the first step is to get those unregistered gun on the list and then start whittling way at them selectively so that only a relatively few people are effected; the old "...they came for the Jews" strategy!
(Cheers all around!)
But see, here's where the hubris of these pale gods comes into play. They write on their big white board.
Then all the UGA planners are happy and they all take turns staring at the white board through their privileged dark glasses and congratulate themselves for developing such a fool-proof plan.
But something unexpected happens between steps one and two...
Well, I'm tired tonight and the tendenitis is twinging, so we'll continue this tomorrow. See you then.
Click on the picture above to read a very fair summary of the Schiff/Intelligence Committee hearings. The author writes a very good job of explaining just what did and did not occur as a result of the hearings.
Just put up this week's humor piece called: If I had a hammer. Hope you enjoy.
Saw this article and had a great deal of sympathy for the woman (and her family). In a nut shell, she's a New Yorker, who for reasons unstated, moved to Texas with her husband and two kids. And she's scared.
My husband, kids, and I moved into a home in the suburbs outside of Houston with plenty of open yard space, where the kids play with water balloons and make play forts out of our patio chairs. Our neighbors sit outside and chit-chat while kids scoot around or ride bikes together.
Sounds pretty nice: a bit too crowded for me, but coming from Manhattan this must seem like the wide open spaces. But there's this problem. New York has some of the most restrictive gun laws in the US. No one she knew there had a gun.
But...Texans have guns.
...now I ask Texas parents if they have guns in their homes or in their cars.
The longer I lived in Texas, I’ve become more comfortable asking other parents or friends, “Do you have any guns in your home?” However, I know I’m not yet settled into the culture of my new home when I want to cover my kid’s eyes when I see someone carrying a gun in a holster.
She worries about guns constantly, even when no guns are around:
The traffic jam was caused by a shooting scare at the mall. A person in a mask, rumored to have a gun, was threatening to harm himself in the food court, sending hundreds of shoppers fleeing into the parking lot. It turns out there was no firearm involved, but I will never forget the panicked faces on parents and nannies running with their kids and pushing strollers as fast as they could.
She's afraid that legal gun carriers could just flip out and let fly:
In Texas, the odds are a lot higher that someone in a crowded setting could be carrying a gun, and that one disgruntled shopper could cause hysteria.
She can't relax wherever she goes. She's on constant alert. And my military readers out there know what that means.
I glance around restaurants more carefully than I did in New York; I take in who’s shopping in the aisle with me at the grocery store. I always consider who might be carrying a gun wherever we go—the thought is always there while we order our dinner or go to the movie theater. I look for the exits and I’ve become a lot more alert to my surroundings, especially when I’m with my kids.
And she's probably alienating her family, her kids from other kids and good people because of her fear.
I know we can’t control everything our kids see, and silence can often create the worst kind of curiosity. So we talk about guns. We talk about how guns hurt and can kill people; it's blunt language but having a serious tone around this topic is important. And we talk about what to do if they are visiting a friend's house and they see a gun: don't touch it, walk away, get a grown-up, and call me immediately.
It doesn't matter to her that the murder rate in New York city is comparable to that in Texas (Which is located on the border with Mexico.). It doesn't matter that for all intents, the misuse of firearms by those who legally carry is effectively zero. Her whole life is now focused around a mechanical chunk of metal and plastic. "...guns hurt and can kill people" she writes, without considering that guns cannot do either of those things. Neither can cars, baseball bats, knifes, plastic tubs or ferris wheels.
Her life is now impacted by things that may not be there, and she's passed her phobia onto her children. It never occurs to her that those inanimate objects, those simple tools that might be used by some people to harm her family might just as likely be used to defend them.
Pity her. She's created a hell for herself on a will o' the wisp. And those kinds of obsessions don't get better without help.