Vanderboegh Speaks Sense:

We are not ready. Not politically, not militarily. I don’t know about you, Anonymous. Are YOU ready to take on an even greater military force than the British Empire of the Eighteenth Century? I’m not. No one I know is. Well, there ARE a few folks up in Winston County. 😉 Anyway, FEW people I know are. The Minutemen and common militia at Lexington and Concord and long road back into Boston had been preparing for YEARS. Read General Galvin’s book, The Minutemen. The ability to blunt and harry a British column was not an accident. I tell you plainly, WE ARE NOT READY. The military groundwork has not been laid. The political groundwork has not been laid. We are not ready and you want to start something that will make our defeat easy?

“A long train of abuses and usurpations.” When did Jefferson write those words? MORE THAN A YEAR AFTER LEXINGTON. Olofson’s case certainly falls into that category. But it is not yet time. This fight, if all else fails politically to prevent it, MUST be undertaken reluctantly. We must accept the burden of the abuses and usurpations as long as they can be borne, so that when we round on the whipmaster and feed him his whip it will be seen as justice by as many onlookers as possible. The Regulars MUST march out of Boston of their own accord. They MUST fire the first shot. Or the second. Or the third. THEN, and ONLY then, we will finish them and their tyranny. If they pass laws to accomplish this (they think) without direct confrontation, we will defy the laws and goad them into attempting to force us to comply. Think Boston Tea Party. Their whole system depends upon willing subjects. They don’t react well to defiance. They WILL give us the moral high ground. Their appetites will demand it.

Because what happens the moment after that shot is fired is so horrible than any sane person would do anything to avoid it. I have NO patience for someone who WANTS A FIGHT. It usually means they’ve never been in one. Do you understand what horrors await us all after that terrible moment? Have you ever seen the bloated bodies of children on the road? Entire neighborhoods in flames? Heard screams of dying innocents in the night? Smelled roasting flesh of men, women and children, people, innocent people, even as you, or me, or our loved ones?

I doubt it. But you know what? Neither have I. My son has. But I have not. Still, I am smart enough to understand that that’s what happens when you open up the Pandora’s box of civil war. Why wouldn’t you do everything in your power to put that off as long as possible, until you could not delay a second longer this side of defeat and slavery?

There’s a lot more, before and after.

The only real difference that exists between me and Mike in this case is that I don’t believe the Republic and the Constitution can be restored. As Ambrose Bierce put it, revolution will resort – at most – only in “an abrupt change in the form of misgovernment.” My choice, and the choice of people like me, will be whether to live in servitude or die resisting it. As Mostly Cajun put it, “Retire? I will probably get killed in the early battles of the coming revolution.” And the reason for that is illustrated by JD of Ballistic Deanimation and many others (including yours truly) in posts like Dumbing Down and The George Orwell Daycare Center. We’ve been outmaneuvered, and now we’re overwhelmingly outnumbered. The Founders could at least depend on a third of their countrymen to support them. We cannot. And I don’t think we’ll ever again be able to, because Leviathan can Olofson anyone, at any time, (or worse) and we’ll never be ready. Remember Atlas Shrugged:

There is no way to rule innocent men. The only power any government has is to crack down on criminals. When there aren’t enough criminals, one makes them. One declares so many things to be a crime that it becomes impossible for men to live without breaking the law. Create a nation of lawbreakers and then you can cash in on the guilt. Now that’s the system!

So people like Mike and like me are considered “anti-government extremists.” No we’re not. We’re Constitutionalists, who think that our elected and appointed officials ought to mean it when they swear their oaths to “uphold and defend the Constitution.” They ought to at least be somewhat familiar with the thing. But that time has passed, sometime around FDR’s first term. The next “shot heard ’round the world” will never be fired. There will just be a few more Carl Dregas, a few more Marvin Heemeyers, and probably a Timothy McVeigh or two. And the screws will tighten further, and the long train of abuses and usurpations will continue. Eventually a breaking point will be reached, and we still won’t be ready.

And we’ll lose.

And that’s why my line-in-the-sand is my front door, but not, necessarily, yours.

On that happy, note: Sleep tight.

This Makes More Sense Now . . .

This Makes More Sense Now . . .

. . . well, if sense is the right word.

One of the books I picked up recently is Matthew Bracken’s Enemies Foreign and Domestic. Actually, I ordered Domestic Enemies via Amazon and it came in on Thursday, but I bought Enemies Foreign and Domestic at the Funshow Saturday. I’m reading it first. I’m about halfway done.

I now understand the Department of Homeland Security’s “Rightwing Extremism” report we were all talking about a couple of weeks ago.

Apparently someone in the department read it recently.

I bet they had kittens.

Good.

The concept of Personal Sovereignty must scare the piss out of them.

Just not enough, you know, to actually stop.

Empty Shelves

Empty Shelves

So, I went to the funshow yesterday at the Tucson Convention Center specifically to look for primers. I got there before the doors opened, but not before about 150 other people lined up in front of me to get in. It was, as these things go, not a big show – I’d say less than a hundred tables, though I only saw one jerky vendor, and absolutely no Beanie Babies. (There were, however, two Nazi memorabilia vendors.)

Here’s what I found in the primer department, initially:


Sorry about the crappy cell phone photo, but they don’t like cameras in the show. Here’s a closer view:


Yes, that’s one (1) box of Remington 9½ Large Rifle Magnum primers. The rest of the table consisted of quite a few bags of range brass of different calibers.

I continued perusing the show. These are the only other primers I found:


Those are CCI 450 Small Rifle Magnum primers, and a box of Winchester something-or-other.

I was very thorough. That was it at the show.

Afterward, just for grins ‘n giggles, I went to the local Sportsman’s Warehouse to see if they’d gotten anything in. Here’s their shelves where they normally keep powder & primers:


I don’t know if you can see all that clearly, but there’s one one-pound cannister of VV powder, and no primers at all. Zip, zilch, zero, nada. Usually the top shelf is lined with 8-lb. kegs, and that middle empty row is full of every primer known to man.

So, when is the primer fairy going to return?

Seen this?

Seen this?

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(Embedding has been denied, and the only version available runs seven minutes. The portion of interest – well, of greater interest, comes at about 3:30-4:30.)

I am so confident in the superiority of the public health care option that I think he has every reason to be frightened.

I’m certainly frightened. P.J. O’Rourke nailed it long ago:

If you think health care is expensive now, wait until you see what it costs when it’s free.

Rep. Schakowsky said it out loud:

This is not a principled fight.

Indeed not.

I’m reminded of another quote, Henry Louis Mencken this time:

Democracy is the theory that the common people know what they want and deserve to get it good and hard.

BOHICA

Quote of the Day

Quote of the Day

You’re a product of the public system, they say. You turned out all right, so it must be…..

No.

Stop looking for outside influences as the root cause of problems. I drank, I smoked, I slept with girls and went to parties and ditched class and got into trouble. I also realized that the school systems are a joke, and learned to work that in my favor. Yeah, I learned…how to skirt the system, just as these jokers today are doing. But in my case, I had a genuine hunger for knowledge.

I read ceaselessly outside of school. I worked on chemistry and physics stuff at home, because I liked it. I did computer science classes at the JC. I learned…just not in that system. I played catch up in college for it, but that was easy. For me…not them.

So, no…the problem is the system.

But…

No.

The kids are getting dumber.

I have data to support this statement. It is not an opinion.

Every. Single. Year. It happens. The graduating class scores lower on their tests than the year before, and the next year is lower, and lower, etc. All this while classes are being cut due to budget constraints, schools are tightening admissions requirements and looking for higher and higher test scores and GPA’s.

They’re still being filled up, but not by local kids.

Local kids are failing. They start college level math, something for which they should be prepared, and then throw their hands up in defeat because they never learned the foundation materials.

You can’t do quadratics when your teacher let you watch TV in class instead of teaching you the order of operations.

Do you understand?

I’ve got a girl here, born in the US, schooled here to 13 years in this system, ready to receive a diploma from this system. I give her a test on college level material, and she does so poorly THE COMPUTER ASSUMES SHE MUST NOT SPEAK ENGLISH!

Does that not concern anyone else?

Ballistic DeanimationDumbing Down

READ THE WHOLE THING. It even has illustrations!

OK, So, I Lied

OK, So, I Lied

I said a couple of days ago that “normal blogging would resume” shortly.

OOPS!

I took the rest of this week off, and figured I’d use the time to write and reload. WRONG! Instead, I’ve been reading and vegetating – plugged Serenity into the DVD player Thursday and thoroughly enjoyed it for the nth time, finished reading S.M. Stirling’s In the Courts of the Crimson Kings yesterday, then went to the book store and picked up some more books, saw Wolverine yesterday afternoon, then blasted through John Scalzi’s Zoë’s Tale last night (first time I’ve done a non-stop cover-to-cover read in quite a while).

I’ve got stuff I want to write about. (Specifically, I want to finish my final reply to James Kelly, but I’m having problems working up the enthusiasm to actually do it. Sorry.)

I guess you could say I’m enjoying my vacation.

And now I’m getting ready to go to the gun show downtown to see if I can find any of that elusive prey known as primers. Wish me luck.