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By Victor Baca
The Blockhouse Volume 2, #2
Wait, what’s that sound? Oh, just the bleating of Catholic sheep grazing at the altar, in front of Jesus, no less. Imagine you’re in Perth, Australia, in the middle of the Catholic Holy Mass, and the cops walk in. Four of you aren’t wearing masks, one has an exemption. Now some blue-suited “officer of the law” intrudes and starts reading the riot act to the assembled sheep because someone is having a bad day, with no one to scold. So that person called the cops, who dutifully came out to disrupt a spiritual place whereby bread and wine are turned into the body and blood of Christ, which is then partaken by the parishioners. We do it to commemorate the gift Christ gave us through His public humiliation and death so we could be saved.
So where’s the outrage at this desecration? The priest was ashamed that he put the cops through the trouble. After all, wearing a mask is akin to worshiping at the altar of the law. Comply or else. Four put on masks in submission to the state, one was let off on a cowardly “exemption.” Did no one have the guts to tell the cops to literally “go to hell,” for this desecration of a solemn ceremony whereby the congregation is witnessing the miracle of the Catholic Mass commemorating The Last Supper? I don’t think this is what Jesus Christ had in mind when he made mention of His flock.
Is there no one willing to stand for freedom of religion, no matter where the country or circumstances? Yet we allow, even applaud, ceremonies involving innocent California school children paying homage to evil entities of the bloody Aztec faith and the unholy mumbling of satanists in after-school club meetings. How bravely accommodating we the citizens are to show our “tolerance.” Yet no one stands for freedom when assaulted by uniformed tyrants daring to intrude upon something far greater than the silly mandates from a judge’s bench or the scribbling of an anonymous bureaucrat, which now apparently takes precedence over scripture and the will of God.
How far we as a population have fallen-no matter where in the world we are. I walked away from the Catholic church and now embrace the Bible and the truth within it’s pages. It had alot to do with the mercy offered by Christ to cleanse us of the burden of sin and the guilty shame that sin imposes on us. I was raised to believe that we are forgiven by a priest in a box telling the penitent that we can be saved from sin, if we only say three “Hail Marys” and a couple of “Our Fathers.” My catechism said that it was the priest who forgave our sins in Jesus’ name. Why put a mere man between you and Christ? It didn’t make a lick of sense to me. Then I read what the Bible truly said about how you can only come to God directly through Jesus Christ, trusting in Him and accepting the sacrifice that He made for each individual one of us so we would be saved. Still, I believe that the Catholic Mass has the power to bring us closer to God if for no other reason than to begin to understand the truth of salvation.
I have already made a solemn oath that if any cop, or heath department appointed officer of the “law” ever intrudes into my domain with the demand that I produce my Papers of Compliance or accept a needle full of poison into my arm, “Or else,” my response will be swift and decisive, and totally within the law. There comes a time when we either stand up and become warrior sheep, answering with a righteous growl or, instead, comply with a cowardly bleat.
At first, when I read the article about the authorities intruding into a place of worship to make the sheep comply, I was ashamed to be a Christian. Then I realized that I was actually ashamed that the faithful did not take on the armor of protection that God offers all believers, and stand up to this outrage, fighting for their God-given rights. Each time we comply, we endanger ourselves in the long run. With each complicit rolling over like a scared puppy, exposing your belly in submission, the idiotic governmental demands increase to the point where you’re imprisoned by your own choices.
It’s time for this shit to end. No longer must we comply with the evils of our perverted medical system, where trust is displaced by the money to be made for every “covid” patient they kill. Neither should we ever again comply with shifting reality and demands from a faucian charlatan declaring what is and isn’t “science.” This may sound like the mad ramblings of a christian holy roller, but mark my words, there will come a time, and it’s coming soon, where we will consider ourselves lucky to still be alive to ask God for mercy and forgiveness. It’s never too late, not until we breathe our last, and finally give up our soul to whoever or whatever we pledge our allegiance to. The choice is yours, choose wisely.
By Victor Baca
The Blockhouse Volume 2, #1
If you choose to read this piece, know that it contains imagery of horror, that even after 50-some years, is still as true today as it was then. We can take a stand and say “NO!” to a killing thing that occurs 1 1/2 times every second, every day.
What was the leading single cause of global death in 2021? Covid? No, at 386,000 for the year, it was barely on the global radar as reported by Worldometer (www.worldometers.info). Heart attack? Not really, only 8.2 million, worldwide. Smoking-with the attendant death by tobacco, from heart attacks to lung cancer; smoking must be it. No, smoking related diseases racked up 5 million worldwide deaths in 2021. Then, surely; traffic accidents. In my EMT and fire service life, traffic accidents totaled a huge amount of my time in service. Again, barely a blip on Death’s radar-1.3 million lost their lives around the world to the brutal horror of traffic collisions.
Suicides are way up since Covid-19 reared it’s ugly form on humanity, and we hear of a rising tide of suicides across all demographics with sharp increases among the general population as well as law enforcement, military, medical and Fire/EMS personnel. Suicides ranked at 1 million victims in 2021.
None of these sad ways to die even came close to the single most devastating cause of deaths worldwide in 2021. The leading cause of deaths during the past year of sorrows and tribulation was ABORTION, at a mind boggling number tallied on high noon, December 31st, 2021, totaling 42.6 Million innocent and preventable lives lost worldwide. As it stands while I’m writing this, on January 3rd, 2022, at 02:57 am, the worldwide abortion meter total for just the first few days of the New Year is 248,271 and adding 1.5 to the total, every second. At this rate, death by abortion in the world will surpass actual Covid deaths for the entire year 2021. Think about that, Covid death was a “big deal” in 2021, and it pales against the killing of babies before the first week of 2022 is even finished. We let the most vulnerable among us be literally tortured and killed by D and C (Dilation and Curettage) with barely a thought.
Think of all the resulting broken relationships, the shame and guilt of decisions that can never be taken back. Think of all the lost potential that will never be realized in children who died before they were ever born. Imagine the suffering these children endured from a procedure that, if you contemplate exactly what it entails, is unbearable to imagine in its sheer brutality, especially when done close to birth. In 8 states, plus the District Of Columbia, abortion is legal right up until birth. Survivors of the abortion procedure die a lingering death from neglect and starvation, often in a utility room in the back halls of hospitals. Medicine has become the shame of mankind and the medico’s white coats are bloodied with their filthy sin.
You might think babies feel no pain. I thought so too because that’s what doctors always asserted when I was growing up. “No need for analgesics, the baby feels no pain.” But one day, my mom, who was a nurse, brought home a medical poster showing a step-by-step series of photos detailing a circumcision on a baby. The look of sheer terror and excruciating pain on the baby boy’s face said it all. Abortion on demand, right up to and even after birth is, without a doubt, a stain on the medical profession. And, by extension, it is a stain on humanity and we’re paying the price, here and now. Ya think all the horrible disasters and tyranny choking the world like a clenched fist is an accident? There are no societal accidents or coincidences.
Abortion, it’s the ugliest word in the human language. It’s not because of something I heard in a sermon at Mass, or from some book I read once. It was a tiny, bloody hand, like a slap in the face that literally “knocked me off the fence.” I always thought, it’s a mom’s choice made with the input of her physician and, hopefully, the man in her life. A choice, plain and simple, and leave me out of it. I was just there to pick up mom and emergency transport her to the hospital because she had heavy bleeding complications from, “The Procedure.” But then I saw her baby-tiny, helpless, dead in the nurse’s palm, covered with a red-splotched white towel. Only the tiny baby’s hand betrayed the nurse’s burden. As she walked down the back hallway to the abortion clinic’s utility room with the baby, she had a totally blank, uncaring look on her face.
His body, outlined under the terry cloth, displayed a tiny blood-streaked arm, dangling limp, as delicate as porcelain. That image is still seared in my mind, like a 50 year old photograph that won’t go away. And I think of his mother, what guilt and shame has she endured over the years? Is there sorrow like any mother would feel? A wish that she could live that year all over again and have a different outcome? Does she ever have a peaceful night’s sleep?
It drove me to look at my own life. Would I choose to father children knowing that my wife had certain “problems” that she hid until after the, “I Do.” She had a definite dislike for kids. I knew that she would not be a good mom, and I felt ill equipped to raise a child with my job, being gone for days at a time, literally living in a city ambulance on 24 hour shifts. It was like a daily train wreck with no room for children. When I got home from work, all I could think of was sleeping, without a responsibility in the world.
So I decided to forego kids, grandkids, all that, and talked to my doctor about it. It was irreversible and he did his best to talk me out of it, but my mind was made up and my wife agreed it was the right choice for us. Our marriage lasted 17 years before her illness got the better of her and she left. Just gone, poof! Just like that, the “discard,” and I was glad that there were no children to worry about. In any event, our daughter would have been named Sarah Maria and she was never conceived. That still causes me some grief and no small amount of guilt. We make our choices and live with them.
But once the creation is made, you owe it to that child being formed inside to think less about yourself and transfer those feelings to one more helpless and dependent on you. Now you know that whoopie is more than just a few minutes of pleasure. It can easily turn into a life-changing decision, and you better be ready for it. The decision to end a life is something that is so foreign to me that it borders on the unthinkable, unless the mother’s life is in danger due to pregnancy, and that is a very rare occurrence, statistically negligible, given advances in pre-natal emergency medicine.
So, now we have the 117th Congress’ bill entitled, as passed by the House, “The Women’s Health Protection Act of 2021,” now known in the Senate as Senate Bill S. 1975-to be voted on and approved by the U.S. Senate, then sent to the president for his signature and made law. This bill provides for abortion services to be offered to women without an in-person exam, it can literally be approved over the phone via telemedicine. And what of the many who will never grow to become women due to this proposed law?
Regardless of any belief that abortion is the killing of an innocent, how can a bill be named “The Women’s Health Protection Act,” when the proposed law specifically states that, “Governments may not require a provider to comply with credentialing or other conditions that do not apply to providers whose services are medically comparable to abortions.” What?! This is a surgical specialty with grave implications for the mother’s health if the procedure is botched! We’re codifying the equivalent of the back-alley abortion, and all its complications, by including this proviso in the act.
Surgeons routinely have to comply with credentialing requirements to show competence in specialties like cosmetic plastic surgery, but not abortions. It’s akin to saying, “you are a surgeon qualified to excise an ingrown pubic hair, so you can also perform abortions.”
I truly believe that this bill commits fraud on women by making sure they don’t get both sides of the story to make a medically and ethically informed decision about their, and their child’s, lives. It is a law that’s promoted to assure as many babies as possible are killed. And what of the mother, is she consigned to think in the middle of some future sleepless night, “what could’ve been?” And to what purpose are these innocents killed? So some animal from a privileged family, hoping to rule the world, can savor the thought that he has the power to compel women to kill their young? If he wants so badly to reduce the human population, let him start with himself. Do it, “abort” yourself and eliminate one more “useless feeder” from the world.
The proposed abortion law also states that providers cannot, “provide medically inaccurate information” to the patient. Who decides exactly what is “inaccurate information?” You need look no farther than the recent governmental edicts regarding providing “false information” about Covid-19, Delta Variant, Omicron or whatever. Truth is decided by politicians and fact checkers, oftentimes on a spurious whim or nod to political correctness rather than biological science.
I read an article last week about a surgeon who decided to stop doing abortions because he was mechanically going about his workday, sorting body parts after the abortion, making sure he “got everything” accounted for out of the mother. He was talking about body parts of a baby, realizing he was killing without remorse until it was all there in front of him, lying in a tray. Nothing left inside mom to cause post surgical complications, but still there, pieces of a life snuffed by his hand. I wouldn’t wish that guilt on anyone.
As to abortions being needed due to the mother’s health, which includes familial concerns, psychological and emotional health of the mother, and mother’s age (according to the Supreme Court’s Doe v.s. Bolton ruling) there is very little need to worry. In testimony to Congress on May 17, 2012, Dr. Anthony Levatino, OBGYN, testified that he managed 1,200 abortions and pregnancy terminations presenting to the E.R. at Albany Hospital. Of those 1,200 pregnancy terminations, every baby lived, often by Cesarean section. He stated to Congress, “In all those cases, the number of unborn children that I had to deliberately kill was zero.” In other words, mom was stabilized successfully by emergency intervention, and the baby was delivered, with both mother and child surviving.
Write your senators and tell them what you think about the travesty of legalized killing. In the state of Washington, it will likely fall on the deaf ears of our senators who believe the bullshit they spew, but it couldn’t hurt to flood them with e-mails, anyway. I know it will take more than a pile of e-mails to sway those who don’t even consider the rights of the unborn. The babies near birth or already born in many states, have no voice in the matter and certainly can’t send e-mails on their own behalf. In most states, it’s also legal to abort at birth if the baby has physical abnormalities or the mother’s “emotional health” might be affected. What are we talking about here? We’re talking about a doctor taking a pair of scissors to a newborn infant or letting her die from neglect and forced failure to thrive-I don’t know about you, but to me that’s cold, calculated murder.
And every day there are new outrages to deal with. If I was a pastor preaching in Houston, Texas and this was a sermon, it would be subpoenaed by the mayor and city attorney, and combed for anything that could be construed as hate speech. In Houston, targeted Christian pastors were required to surrender all sermons, “prepared by, delivered by, revised by, or approved by you or in your possession.” Interestingly, Houston’s mayor, being gay herself, was using the hate speech ordinance to stifle any criticism of her.
And what becomes of the words on this page? The fact checkers would certainly call it hate speech. “Fair game,” as in the hunter killing the hunted. Christianity and faith in the crosshairs. Eventually we will all be Fair Game. Then each of us will know and feel what it’s like to be aborted by society.
By Mike Patterson
Ed note: This is Part II of our look at monetary silver. Part I looked at the overall silver market with an emphasis on silver coinage. Mike Patterson describes issues related to collecting and using Junk Silver (also known as Sterling and Coin Silver). This Junk Silver guide was originally a “Skills to the Hills” presentation by Mike in November, 2021.
During bad times or at the very least, trying times as we are experiencing now in the United States, one might ask themselves; “What happens if the dollar loses its value?”
In all honesty, it has already begun. As a matter of fact it has been losing its value for at least the last fifty years. Mostly from the manipulation by International banks , the Fed and other players in the monetary world. However at this moment in time the worst attack on our money is inflation.
I won’t go into all the details here about inflation and Big Banks because unless you are living under a rock, you know it is happening right under our collective noses. All the proof you need is to go grocery shopping. Beef prices from $4 per pound upwards to $8 per pound. And there are many other examples to prove this fact.
So, unless your head is in the sand, you need to take this little article to heart and move on the information before it’s too late. Let me get right to the point …
When I was a young boy, circa 1958, my Mom got me interested in searching out and collecting coins. At that time there were no mixed metal coinage, it was all 90% silver with 10% copper to help stabilize the coin. OK, technically they had a secondary metal, however today’s coinage is a mixture of nickle, copper, tin and less than 5% silver.
Being only seven years old it took her quite a while to make it interesting for me to continue this new hobby. The introduction of foreign coins into the mix really hooked me, mainly because of the designs. But it wasn’t until the Jimmy Carter Presidency, when inflation and run away gas prices coupled with 18+% mortgage rates did I realize how valuable my collection had become.
Silver prices were artificially inflated in excess of $300 per ounce. I grabbed nearly all of my junk silver and sold it making several thousand dollars profit over face value. After Reagan took office the prices of silver came back down to nearly the same level before Carter.
I was able to replace the junk silver and also triple my investment in other silver collectibles. By the way, the term “junk silver” simply means it has no collector value. Coin collectors can be a persnickety bunch. Bottom line, I was extremely lucky and in the right place at the right time.
Now let’s look at why I think you should buy silver and gold and other precious metals. The primary reason is because from ancient history to this day, no matter how bad things got, silver and gold have always held value. As of this writing spot price of silver is $24.77 per ounce, gold is $1,865.50 per ounce. You might ask why should I buy silver or gold, I need to be buying food and clothing.
We should all be buying emergency food, but for a moment think back at what happened in Germany during WWII. You had to literally take a wheelbarrow full of cash to the store in order to buy a loaf of bread. I can hear you now, that can’t happen here, or other misinformed statements. But guess what? It absolutely can. Do I think you need to go out and invest thousands of dollars into a coin collection or start buying spot gold and silver … no, but I do think you need a safety net. Find a reliable and trustworthy coin dealer in your area. Then do your due diligence and start buying what you can afford. Even start with silver if you can’t afford gold, and buy some every paycheck.
Buy dimes and quarters, stay away from half dollars and dollars. The reason being, if we get hit hard and you need to buy food for your family it will be much easier to trade the smaller values.
Remember, you are buying into a hedge on inflation not as a coin collector. It takes many years to become proficient in coin collecting. Not that you can’t learn or study to be reasonably good at it. My point is that even seasoned collectors can be fooled occasionally. Which leads me to my best precautionary tool, always carry a small magnet with you when shopping for silver coins. If the magnet sticks … it ain’t silver. This is especially true with foreign coins, they can look beautiful and feel like they are the right weight but have a high steel content.
There are even coins made of copper and aluminum. They won’t stick to a magnet, and they are much lighter so you should be able to tell immediately. The copper coins will be obvious because of their color. However, some of the foreign coins can be plated with tin or silver so you must be careful. When in doubt, walk away.
There are other good sources for silver and just as valuable. That old silverware set your grandmother gave you, usually marked “sterling silver”. If it reads silver plate, there is not much silver there, however if its very heavy such as a serving platter, it might be a copper core that’s plated and copper is valuable also.
I will continue this column if there is interest, please let me know if you want to know more. A final reminder, in your search for this precious metal we call silver. Unless the price for the “silver item” is ridiculously high, don’t quibble too much as you may miss out on a good opportunity. Take into account the spot price for the price of silver, which you can find on the internet, try (monex.com) calculate the weight if it is not a coin, check it with your magnet, then make a deal.
Written for the local chapter of PeoplesRights.org
by Mike Patterson, November 2021
“The life you save…May be your own.”
Commentary by Victor Baca
That phrase, “The life you save…may be your own,” was tossed around from time-to-time in first aid and EMT classes. I equate it to having even a snippet of knowledge about things medical that could someday be used to help yourself. It never really meant that much to me at the time. Afterall, I was 21 and would live forever. “Victor” means the conqueror, certainly not someone on the edge of eternity, ready to fall face first into the abyss.
19 years later that’s exactly where I was. Lying on a gurney on the way to emergency surgery. They’re telling my wife I’m not likely to survive. They think I’m too far gone, but I can still hear them. I had an infection from a tooth extraction, a little beastie called the Bacteriodes bacterium. Firey red rash lines like prison bars running down my chest, a sure sign of systemic infection, deadly sepitcemia. The dentist took a stitch to my bleeding gum (when he said, “oops” I figured something was up…) Just a little scapel nick, but now septic shock is setting in full-bore.
My face was unecognizable, a horrific sight. Swollen beyond imagination, it felt ready to crack open and burst. The pain was so excruciating, it had begun to subside, nerves carrying the sensation of pain, burned out. I lay there, slipping in and out of consciousness, feeling warm, like floating in a bubble.
I can’t remember how I got here in the surgical suite. It must be over, I’m drenched in my own sweat. Then a voice, close, in my face. It was the anesthesiologist announcing to the OR team, “I can’t find my landmarks…everything’s shifted. I can’t intubate!”
That riveted my attention, it hadn’t even begun yet! I crack open a drowsy eye, the doctor has the ET intubation tube in his grip, close to my lips. He looks at me, all I see are his eyes and they say everything. Seeing me awake, he quietly says,” I can’t intubate you…I’m sorry…”
Even though EMTs don’t intubate, we do artifically keep an unconscious patient’s upper airway open with a device known as an oropharyngeal airway, It’s a J-shaped tube about 4″ long that you insert into the oral cavity, keeping the airway open so you can do effective CPR. I studied the training material showing how to insert the airway tube as well as lessons on my own about full-on Endotracheal Tube intubation, the “gold standard” device used by paramedics and physicians to keep the airway open and the lungs inflated. Even though the ET tube was “above our pay grade,” it was interesting information.
The time had come for a “Hail Mary” play. Then a thought, like someone’s talking to me inside my head, “The tube’s in his hand! Breathe it in, now!” So, I hoped he had a good grip on that ET tube and I breathed it in, guiding it fast until it felt “right.” I could feel it through all the haze of the Fentanyl and Versed, drugs the anesthesiologist had flowing into my veins. I could breathe! Everything went black.
Then, the surgeon whooping, like inside a long tunnel far away. “We saved him!” They’re drenched in sweat, their joy was palpable even through the drugs. It was finally over.
The anesthesologist excitedly asked me, “Do you remember what you did? You intubated yourself! I’ve never seen anything like it!” By taking the time to study a procedure I would likely never use, I inadvertantly set myself up to help someone save my life down the road.
The health and wellness pod is working to bring you self-help medical information, home remedies, what to do in an emergency, how to provide home care for another if the system ever falters. You may never have a need for a splint, a poultice or need to use herbs when there is no medicine, at any price, but do give it some of your attention. If nothing else, there are forms in the book Cindy Arnett and members of the group assembled that may just help you if you ever present to the ER in an unconscious state. There’s also Medical Directives that tell the hospital personnel the law’s on your side. Just a little knowledge or remembering even a snippet about self care, could drive home the old phrase, “The life you save may be your own.”
By Victor M. Baca
Everyone who cares about defense against tyrants or criminal evil needs an AR-15,backed up with a reliable 12 Gauge, along with a pistol for good measure. The “Holy Trinity” of self defense: Rifle, shotgun, handgun. A triple threat to tyranny and crime. I was reading about Mexican cartels taking territory in Antelope Valley, CA. I think I’m going to resolve to shoot a lot more.
The world is getting to that point where you need to think long and hard about defending yourself. You can’t rely on the military or the police to save you. Most of the people I know have long ago given in to the official narrative as espoused on the nightly news. “Guns are bad things and they can ‘go off,’ all by themselves.” I would not expect any of these “manly men,” who are actually acting more like scared girls these days, to come to my defense should society boil over. I truly believe they’ll be face-down in a video game when trouble comes a’knocking. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not really entirely the fault of postmodern men.
We let the commies redefine men for us. Remember all those TV shows and national advertising that subtly changed the roles where the male lead, usually “Dad,” was so dumb, even a teenager could get the better of him. The bumbling dad role begins to include the cross-dressing son and so on. Then the power businesses flooded the airwaves with their advertising featuring weak men. Soon a lot of men become boygirls in a generation or so. So, males ended up being weak guys who are gonna have to toughen up real quick if trouble ever comes. I’ll bet a lot of them will do just fine, if they can survive long enough. It’s all a matter of mindset. But, they are, afterall, Americans. We got Freedom in our blood. Hell, we don’t know any other way.
Comes right back around to guns. I tend to like them all. That’s how I learned, nobody ever really taught me how to shoot. I bought a really cool Smith & Weson blue-steel Model-18, .22 caliber revolver with a 4″ barrel. My first real gun, back in 1977. Then I got a pile of those shooter’s manuals from the sporting goods and gun stores, “Pistol and Revolver Digest,” comes to mind, a pile of gun magazines, a few VHS tapes, and I learned how to shoot and reload, using the trusty Lee Loader when I became enamored with the versatile .38 Special. (If assembling ammo on your kitchen table, with a small hammer no less, freaks you out, you might want to skip that part). But, really, the Lee Loader is an ingenious set of dies that let you reload a specific caliber using the minimum of tools and taking up less space than socks in a drawer.
I was lucky, I could shoot as a member of the public at the local police range for a nominal fee. I reloaded the .38 Specials (148 grain “target wad cutters,” loaded on top of a charge of 2.7 grains of Bullseye powder, a nice target-velocity load, as I recall). Don’t take this as a recipe, though. The first thing you want to get if you’re thinking about reloading your centerfire cartridges is a reloading manual and read the whole front part about bullet types, powder considerations, powder charge in grains-all that specialized shooter stuff. Like any discipline, it’s a good idea to read up on it on the internet and you may even decide it’s not for you afterall.
For me, the prime focus of the shooting sports was all about self-defense. A Whatcom County deputy asked me one afternoon while on patrol, “So that’s your house huh? Do you have a gun to protect yourself?” I tend not to automatically trust any cop, because I believe the officer or deputy with the wherewithal to imprison me or summarily take my life must prove his virtue before I’ll trust and accept his authority.
I, probably with much suspicion in my voice, answered, “Yup, and I know how to use it.” I didn’t mention the shooting range I built beside my house and the daily practice that honed my skills to the point I could blow away a tin can, shooting from the hip with my Smith and Wesson Model-15 revolver.
The deputy nodded in affirmation, “Great! ‘Cause by the time I show up, I’ll be taking a report. You live this far out, you need to be able to protect yourself.”
It reminds me of the time I was buying a nifty stainless steel S&W L-Frame .357 snubby at the local pawn shop In Bellingham. A beat cop walked in to see the books, looking for stolen property. He looked askance at my soon-to-be great gun deal and said, “You buying that?”
Again, my answer was a non-committal, “Yup.”
He nodded, “That’s a great gun, you take care of it and it’ll take care of you…”
When I decided to carry concealed, I took a citizen’s class offered by Blaine, WA police chief Bill Elfo. We met at a local fire station and he brought along examples of weapons suitable for concealed carry. He talked about the law, your role as a citizen and his ideas that the citizen has some responsibility in personal self defense. He spoke as well about the possible role the armed citizen can play in the real world, coming up against a scenario where a policeman is in need of immediate help alongside a lonely county road. Bill Elfo eventually became the Whatcom County Sheriff and I have a lot of respect for him.
I love cops like that. They know the score and like the idea of citizens armed and well trained in the shooting skills. A wise law enforcement officer knows a well armed citizenry is a form of back-up and not a threat. To me there is no greater ally to the average person than a law enforcement official who sees value in the armed citizen. I’ve been lucky to live in towns and counties where most of law enforcement sees the public as potential partners.
Now, let’s look at the man who’s single-handedly responsible for the sorry state of our nation as it stands today, the Communist racist, Barack Hussein Obama. If you look at his history since taking the position of President of the United States, you see a man who stirred up the notion that all whites are inherently racist, living in a racist country they created, even though they voted for and accepted the first black (well, half-black) president of our nation. He repaid their gracious votes by immediately calling them racist and has been working against the white race ever since.
There’s no other way to put it, like it or not. It almost sounds white supremacist when I read it, but it isn’t. I can blue check every freaking box on your card-carrying race card. I don’t wanna know your race, I just wanna know if you’re made right or not. You got my back I got yours, that kind of stuff. So if the truth hurts about even thinking of a brewing race war, don’t start in on me, I’m too old to give a rip anymore, just leave me alone and stay the hell offa my grass.
Obama also took advantage of any and all school shootings, (he holds the record for school shootings on his watch), to gin up hatred for the 2nd Amendment and our right to defend ourselves. Now everyone who doesn’t agree with Democrat Party “ideals” is a racist. The white guy, Kyle Rittenhouse, who shot and killed two other white guys intent on murdering him and blew away the bicep of another, (who was admittedly pointing a 9mm pistol at Kyle’s head at the time he was shot), has been called a racist and murderer so many times in the press, most people believed it. We now base our daily news “information” on a journalism profession that can’t even tell a black guy from a white guy. It’s so easy to fool the masses with damned lies.
The events of this past week with the Kyle Rittenhouse murder trial, judged by a jury of 12 brave citizens to be not guilty was a pleasant surprise. Lately we’ve seen juries cave to threats and public pressure and this jury had it in spades. They did not cave, and that fact gives me hope. For, if they had given in to “public opinion,” we would surely see a strengthened attack on all of our 2nd Amendment God-given rights and calls for the confiscation of guns. Like those brave jurors and Kyle Rittenhouse, we must all guard this right to self defense and jealously defend it to the death if need be. Ask any Australian, they know all about it.
I had to sell most of my weapons when I was forced to live homeless due to a bad economy where the derivatives sellers and the financial “wizards” doing what they called, “god’s work,” destroyed the economy back in ’08. Those guns put food in my belly and provided the wherewithall to get an RV van to live in instead of a tent. I’m building back better, and still need an AR. Or maybe a SKS, I like them both. There’s an old saying in shooting circles, “Beware the man with only one gun.” It refers to the fact that the person who only relies on one firearm is likely to be so familiar with it that you’d be up against a foe who has deadly and practiced skills. I did keep the one centerfire gun that I was the most practiced with, so don’t you get any crazy ideas.
Thank God I still have what I need to protect me and mine. God bless America, and you all stay safe.