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Thursday, December 23, 2010

"Why?" you ask? Good question.

The following is an email forward. I believe it summerizes the question as to why some people feel the need to own/carry a gun. It also fits well with my previous post.


Why Grandpa carries a gun

PEOPLE ASK WHY?
Why Carry a Gun?

My old grandpa said to me 'Son, there comes a time in every man's life when he stops bustin' knuckles and starts bustin' caps and
usually it's when he becomes too old to take an ass whoopin.'

I don't carry a gun to kill people.
I carry a gun to keep from being killed.

I don't carry a gun to scare people.
I carry a gun because sometimes this world can be a scary place.

I don't carry a gun because I'm paranoid.
I carry a gun because there are real threats in the world.

I don't carry a gun because I'm evil.
I carry a gun because I have lived long enough to see the evil in the world.

I don't carry a gun because I hate the government.
I carry a gun because I understand the limitations of government.

I don't carry a gun because I'm angry.
I carry a gun so that I don't have to spend the rest of my life hating myself for failing to be prepared.

I don't carry a gun because I want to shoot someone.
I carry a gun because I want to die at a ripe old age in my bed, and not on a sidewalk somewhere tomorrow afternoon.

I don't carry a gun because I'm a cowboy.
I carry a gun because, when I die and go to heaven, I want to be a cowboy.

I don't carry a gun to make me feel like a man.
I carry a gun because men know how to take care of themselves and the ones they love.

I don't carry a gun because I feel inadequate.
I carry a gun because unarmed and facing three armed thugs, I am inadequate.

I don't carry a gun because I love it.
I carry a gun because I love life and the people who make it meaningful to me.

Police protection is an oxymoron.
Free citizens must protect themselves.
Police do not protect you from crime, they usually just investigate the crime after it happens and then call someone in to clean up the mess.

Personally, I carry a gun because I'm too young to die and too old to take an ass whoopin'.....author unknown (but obviously brilliant)


Conclusion: You don't want your house to burn down, and aren't really scared that it will, yet you keep a loaded fire extinguisher handy...

You aren't necessarily scared you will get into a car accident (happens much more frequently than accidental shootings or deaths), yet you ensure your children are seat belted in at a minimum.

Why then would you not take precausions to avoid violent crime? Why would one not want a better understanding of how a gun works, and how to use such a tool should the need ever arise? Take a class, educate yourself, and don't count on the police to save the day when you call 911.

Wo to the Ignorant..

A very tough thing to do is confront willfully ignorant people. Facts, statistics, logic and history mean nothing to them. They have a feeling and an opinion and nothing can shake them.

I recently read a response to an article in the Bemidji Pioneer paper titled, "Don't waste your time on gun control issue scenerios." I have found it nearly impossible to argue with someone online, but it did inspire this post.

Part of this response reads, "...that sort of ethnic cleansing is not a threat to modern America.

The letter is correct in the fact that millions died. It is plainly absurd, however, in its implication that a large group of our fellow citizens (gun haters all) will be willing to “exterminate” the rest of us.

Let us imagine the scenario: A gang of gun haters from the farms, towns, and cities of the country is tasked (after the surrender of all the guns) with the “round up.” ......."


This post continues, but suffice to say the writer of the letter does not want to believe that full gun control could ever lead to American exterminations. This is so sad to see. I know there are Jews still alive who would have once said the same thing, "There is no way that my fellow German citizens would ever be willing to help 'exterminate' us..." We know how that story ended. The mere belief or feeling that something won't happen is simply not enough to stop reality.

Somones "feeling" that they will not be raped does not mean you do not take precautions against dangerous scenerios. Someone "feeling" that the nice man/uncle/friend/relative down the street would never mollest their child does not mean it does not happen. There is evil in the world, and people are inherently evil.

Germany could have been a modern America. It saddens me to know that there are so many people out there, and even readers of this blog who think it is simply obsurd that gun control could lead to a totalitarian government that would ever consider genocide or the like.

Unfortunately when the shackles of apathy are in place and we find that our freedoms have been taken away one by one, it is too late. Genocide aside, ask Australian citizens how they like the 312% increase in violent crime under their first year of gun control. Ask the Russians, the Germans, the French, the Polocks, the Finlanders, the Swedish, the Danish, the English, the Scotts, the Irish or any country in current and past history what happens when free citizens are disarmed. It never ends pretty.

The argument that we are a more advanced and "civilized" country and are therefore immune to this kind of barbarism is simply obsurd. All we need to do is imagine the looting, raping and crime surge during Hurricane Katrina to imagine how very out of control this country could get just from something as simple as a natural disaster.

It is never good to write when angry, but I seem to do it a lot. I don't know who came up with that notion anyway. There is no point to any of this other than to say hind sight is 20/20, and someone getting to say "I told you so" after the fact is much to grim a reconciliation.

The reason we have a 2nd ammendment is to ensure the rest of our basic freedoms/ammendments stay in place. However, we certainly don't need a piece of paper to tell us we have a right do defend ourselves. Unfortunately for most, by the time they realize this simple fact it will have already been to late, and they will have to live or die with the guilt that "it", =rape, murder, burgler, assault, theft, kidnapping, could have been avoided.

This post is quite long enough. I hope I gave someone, somewhere pause to think. Even if I didn't, I love putting what I am feeling into words. The following post after this was a forward I received, and is appropriate to go along with this post.

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Super Fabulous

Taken from a popular new quote going around: "The Marines aren't just looking for a few good men anymore, they're now looking for a few super, awesome, fabulous men..."

This comes from the repeal of the old "Don't ask, Don't tell" policy with regards to open homosexuals serving in the armed forces.

My mantra has always been, "What you do in the privacy of your own bedroom is your business, it's not up to me to judge, that is for God." However, the second part of that has always been not to flaunt it, throw it in my face, or force me to accept your lifestyle.

This whole thing is ironic, since the military does not allow open relationships within units anyway, regardless of sexual preference. So then, what would be the point in serving openly? I see this as a break-down in unit cohesion. In today's fighting force it is simply another distraction. I will not get into the immorality etc etc and I am certainly not going to go around bashing homosexuals either.

But questions to ponder, flip this around a little. If one man bunks with 30 women is there potential for a problem? How about showering together? Is there the potential that after someone "comes out" in the military that somone else may be more or less inclined to help that person in combat? Is that a risk one is willing to take? There are many other questions as to the long term ramifications to this, all in the name of making a few people feel good about themselves.

Seperate but somewhat related side note: All in all, I am disgusted that the military has been turned into a political soap box. On the one hand everyone talks about being "tolerant." Yet, one general (McChrystal) speaks his mind and gives his opinion and he is summarily fired. Where is the tolerance? But the next general (Petraeus) is going to play nice, dance on his masters strings and be a good "Yes Man." Suffice to say, Generals should not be able to be appointed and fired by a civilian, even if he is "Commander in Chief."

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

A Taste of My Book

Just to get some feed-back and to motivate myself I am going to copy-paste a small exerpt from my book-in-the-making. Perhaps this will help me kick it into gear and finally get past page 18 (on which I've been procrastinating for about a year now...)


My humvee was third in a line of four as we drove up the dike next to one of the very few lakes in Iraq. I was one of sixteen United States Army Infantry soldiers that rode in silence, gripping an assortment of firearms as we endured the bumpy ride. Besides the water stretching into the distance, the desert looked like everything the name implies. Heat waves danced in front of me. The sun glared down on vast stretches of dry, packed, hot desert sand, which in turn reflected white hot light up into my face. The trickle of sweat running down my neck evaporated before it could touch my body- armored collar. A dry wind blew with the heat of an oven at 120 degrees. I could feel the salt deposits building in my clothing from the constant cycle of sweat, evaporate, dry, repeat…sigh.

A violent explosion erupted beneath my feet. Everything went black as a cloud of dust and smoke obscured my field of vision. I experienced a surging, lifting sensation; there was no noise, no sound at all. There was only a sense of tremendous power unleashing, and then complete weightlessness. An eternity later, our vehicle impacted against the ground and my head slammed into the small dashboard of my up-armored humvee. My humvee had stopped, but gravity continued to pull on 70 pounds of armor and equipment I wore; it strained to reach the floor through my body with no success. There was a further sensation of falling and then nothing. The feeling was interrupted as our vehicle came to an abrupt stop on its side.

To this day I cannot say for sure that I maintained consciousness. I can say that I remember a feeling of shock and denial course through me as I realized my vehicle had just been blown up by an IED (Improvised Explosive Device), and then I casually noted I was still in one piece.