By Ron Paul
Ron on his new personal website, and why he became a doctor and not a soldier.
When I was thinking of the URL for my new personal homepage, I considered many possibilities. Thanks also to all those who sent other suggestions. But I settled on RonPaulMD.com as reflecting a very important area of my life. To be a physician, and deliver 4,000 babies, was extremely fulfilling. Many times, I see people wearing a “I Was a Ron Paul Baby” t-shirt. Once, when I gave a speech in Iowa, I was told the head of the convention center wanted to talk to me. She had her birth certificate, and this time, she said, she wanted a legible signature! I was delighted to sign it again.
RonPaulMD.com highlights the non-political aspect of my life, the part not involved with that great engine of violence in DC, except to oppose it. Though when I first ran for office, advisors told me to emphasize the MD, since it showed I was not a lawyer!
Most important, I became a doctor to avoid being a soldier. I knew I would be drafted, and such things as seeking asylum in another country, or becoming a conscientious objector, were out of my range of thought at that time. But if I became a doctor, I knew I would not be given a rifle and told to shoot other young men at government orders.
Though the horrible UN oath is used in medical schools these days, I still adhere to the Hippocratic Oath, and its injunction to “First, do no harm.” It’s a great, ancient libertarian principle.
Thanks for visiting my home page. I hope you come back often. (emphasis Guffaw)
Dr. Paul reminded me of something. When I turned eighteen, my Father made certain I registered for The Draft. This was during the height of the Vietnam War. Between my disgust for communism, and a family history involving Marines, I really wanted to go. And kill communists for my country.
But, being disabled, they wouldn’t have me. Later, in college, I tried again with R.O.T.C. They, too, refused me. Said I couldn’t march. (I could shoot, but when was THAT ever a qualification?)
One of my good friends, David (Yes, another David – this makes 4?) came-of-age and registered as a conscientious objector. I even wrote a letter to his draft board attesting to his sincerity in his beliefs. And I asked a third time if they’d consider me as his replacement. No go.
But in my adolescent fantasies (the ones not consumed by girls), I had dreamt of becoming a Marine, then a local cop, then a federal agent of some flavor. This was not in anyone else’s cards.
It occurred to me a couple years ago that the primary reason I wanted law enforcement under my belt was so I could carry a firearm, legally, concealed. And, of course, to catch the ‘bad guys’. Now, with my CCW permit (and Constitutional Carry) I can do that in most of my State with impunity.
Now that I’m over 60, and the appeal of working for The Man is gone, I would not carry a gun for my government. Unless, of course, the Chinese military is advancing up from the Mexican Border…
And many of those ‘bad guys’ now work for government. Who knew?
I cannot imagine the anguish of those in government who honor their oaths to The Constitution, and have to do the bidding of the ‘bad guys’. It must be excruciating. And demoralizing.
Some of them are friends. You know who you are. Thank you for your service and dedication.
Murphy’s Law shares with us the following:
In 1993, firearms collector Kristopher Gaisor bought what he considered to be a must-have rifle for his collection–a Polish wz.38M Maroszek rifle. This rare semi-automatic rifle was one of only 150 made, and maybe 5-8 of them are known to exist today.
Gaisor was pretty proud of this rifle as a link to his family’s Polish WW2 heritage, but recently, when he decided to offer it for sale while liquidating most of his collection, Homeland Security agents knocked on his door and demanded the rifle, threatening him with arrest if he did not surrender it. Apparently the Polish government saw his ad and decided to lay claim to the rifle which was apparently brought back to the U.S. by a returning GI at the end of World War Two.
Va. collector squares off with his home country over rare, World War II rifle
And in Connecticut:
they take your guns away. Forever.
Public Act No. 13-3 requires all people that voluntarily admit to a hospital for mental health reasons (not solely for drug or alcohol treatment) have their names placed in a database administered by the Department of Mental Health and Addiction Services – for the purpose of automatic suspension of Second Amendment rights. This database will link with a database held by the state police that includes all gun permit holders, registered gun owners and anyone who has applied for a gun permit. If there is a “match” between the two databases a letter will go out informing the individual that their Second Amendment rights have been suspended (letter below).
Although you will not receive a letter from the state police, if you are not a “match” you will be notified of your name being put in the database and of the suspension of Second Amendment rights sometime after voluntary admission. The law does not require notice be given to people prior to admitting themselves into a hospital.
Privacy of medical records? Doesn’t exist in CT.
And don’t even pretend that it’s going to be restricted to screwing gun owners; if they can ignore privacy in this, they can ignore it in ANYTHING. (courtesy of Firehand)
And proposed in Massachusetts…
A Massachusetts politician has put forth a proposal to allow local police to enter homes without a warrant in order to ‘inspect’ whether gun owners are ‘properly storing’ their firearms. (Sipsey Street Irregulars/The Blaze)
(above emphases by Guffaw)
Gee, how can I say this politely? – THESE F’NG BASTARDS WILL NEVER F’ING STOP! Depriving American citizens of property without any due process? Enforcing foreign law? Bill of Rights? WHAT Bill of Rights?
We all need to stand up to these abuses, en masse, lest ‘they’ continue to chip away at what rights we have left! Until there are none. My roomie is flying back from out-of-town this afternoon, and just texted me about waiting for her second pat down!
We’ve been putting up with this crap for too long.
My Daily Kona (Monday) quotes Boortz in a rant to end all rants, re: the character of the commander-in-chief.
The money shot:
I knew 0bama had a deep resentment toward America when he came here in 1979 to enter Occidental College. Even so, I’m continually amazed at how vindictive, arrogant, dishonest, narcissistic and thuggish this man can be. Yes … I said thug. 0bama is to the presidency what Jimmy Hoffa was to union leadership.
Aw, c’mon! Tell us how your really feel!
You should visit the link above and read the whole thing.
The Republicans may have held the House of Representative (and by extension, the purse strings) and forced negotiation in that manner (as the Democrats have also historically done), but no President in my memory or knowledge has governed in such a manner.
And, it now appears The Republicans blinked.
No surprise here. Most of the Republicans are RINOs, anyway…concerned on how the media makes them appear versus doing the job for which they were elected. Because 2014 is only a year away.
REMEMBER. The 2014 mid-term elections are only one year away.
It’s been said there are no longer heroes. This presupposes all heroism to be resident in times past; days of yesteryear. Fond recollection, now absent.
Growing up, my heroes were individuals who set goals, aspired to them and surpassed them. Harry Houdini, Thomas Jefferson, and Cassius Clay (aka Muhammad Ali). All these men lived up to their egos and surpassed their goals. And stood for something.
I remember a story about Alexander Hamilton visiting Jefferson at Monticello, and noting the three portraits in the foyer: Sir Issac Newton, John Locke and Francis Bacon. Hamilton asked Jefferson who the portraits were. He proudly identified them as the three greatest men who ever lived. Hamilton responded, “I thought Julius Caesar was the greatest man who ever lived!” We all have our heroes.
Today, heroism seems to be populated with military folk – many of whom ARE heroes, and sports or Hollywood figures. And that’s fine, such as it is.
But, see what The Art of Manliness came up with:
Manvotional: There Is Always a Time for Heroism
by BRETT & KATE MCKAY
“There Is Always a Time for Heroism”
By GR Jordan
From The Emerging Revival, 1946
Once Wendell Phillips and a young friend were sitting by the fire. It was a memorable evening. Recollections had flushed the cheeks of the veteran campaigner. Memories of former heroic days had loosened his tongue. He had completely lost himself in the thrilling recital of the past. The young visitor sat enthralled. At last, when he recognized that the evening was far gone, he rose with a start. “Mr. Phillips,” he exclaimed, as he grasped the older man’s hand, “if I had lived in your time, I think I would have been heroic too!” The veteran, who had accompanied his young visitor to the door, was noticeably aroused. As he pointed down the street, he drew the attention of his companion to flaunting indications of audacious vice. His voice was tremulous with indignation as he exclaimed: “Young man, you are living in my time, and in God’s time! Be sure of this: No man could have been heroic then who is not heroic now.”
Sipsey Street Irregulars links us to an essay by Eric Peters, telling us something we (sadly) already knew:
Emasculation as Policy
And there it is. The crux of all this gun control, drug control, food control, mind control, privacy control, people control! THEY want to emasculate you to the point you go to them hat-in-hand, begging to be taken care of. Assuming you survive up to this point.
Because, of course, they have no duty to care for you.
And, while you’re fighting in the streets for a scrap of bread, or an aspirin, or potable water, THEY are living in their manses, being attended to by manservants higher up the food chain. Living off of you, and whatever is left of your former ‘immorally-gotten’ largesse.
Provided to them by you in the form of overt taxation and being forced to purchase something you never wanted in the first place!
Class Warfare, my friends. This religion of control is fueled by class warfare.
(GEEZ, I’m beginning to sound like some kind of neo-libertarian-anarchist, aren’t I?)
Or just another tired citizen of the Republic, tired of being ‘controlled’ by the force of government. Forced or nudged into places I’d rather not choose to go. Because they think they know better, don’t ya see?
“Of all tyrannies, a tyranny exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It may be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron’s cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end, for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.” — C. S. Lewis
OldNFO posted this yesterday (I’m certain with forethought of today).
His point was we might have won some battles, but may ultimately lose the war because of the lack of proper education of the young, who will eventually inherit this mess.
Regardless of the undertone of the message, I post it today to honor the memory of a great man, who grew in his lifetime from a proponent of gun control to become the President of the National Rifle Association.
Watch and listen. Remember and learn. Thank you, Mr. Heston, for all you did. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
OldNFO, NRA News
I’ve always been a picky eater. You wouldn’t know that by looking at me.
But one of the things I’ve always enjoyed has been MUSTARD. Hot sweet mustard, stone-ground mustard, spicy brown mustard, mustard mixed with horseradish, even plain ol’ yellow mustard. And Grey Poupon.
On hot dogs, cheeseburgers, pretzels, Polish sausages, bologna; used for chip dip (!)
This liking isn’t too surprising. I was born on the East Coast. Many East Coast subcultures thrive on mustard.
Not so much out here in the West.
Many of the fast-food franchises stock mustard. But, ask for it on a sandwich? Or ask for extra? It is as if you said staple that bag of onion rings to my forehead. And extra means two drops instead of one
Most drive through help doesn’t get it.
I’ve a theory about this. One of the subcultures not famous for mustard use is Mexican. And many fast-food places hire Mexican help. One place hired Bosnians. Equal difficulty with the Mexicans in (not) understanding English, but they certainly understood mustard!
Don’t get me started on A-1 Sauce. I LOVE A-1 SAUCE! And loathe mayonnaise – especially on hamburger!. And ketchup is meh…
Or correctly, To What Is This World Coming?
I was waiting out back (the parking lot) behind our townhome for J. to arrive from work and collect me. We had scheduled a dinner out.
Then, I heard a sharp, crunching noise. Then I heard it again. I looked to my 4:00, and there were two misguided youths
undisciplined criminal vandals next to the North block wall of the complex. Taking turns kicking it with side kicks (!), and pointing to the ever-increasing weak spots in the wall’s construction!
I immediately yelled at them to stop.Their response was to look at their shoes, mumble “Sorry”, and then hurriedly climb over the section of the now destabilized wall. If I’d been smarter, I’d have gotten closer and taken cell phone photos of them to show the homeowner’s association and the police.
Shortly thereafter, J arrived, and I asked her to drive North to the next turn in, to see if I could spot them. I wasn’t able to get a good face photo.
I’ve been told that section of wall is vandalized and has been repaired regularly, for years. (It’s a short-cut from various schools.)
The question is, should I bother notifying the authorities (the local police and homeowner’s association) or, since no one else seems to care and they just keep repairing the wall, should I just forget about it?
It’s one of those ‘he said – yutes said’ situations…
PS – (now, to sound like an old man): When I was a kid, it never even occurred to me to damage anyone else’s property, let alone trespass! I got in serious trouble for walking across the corner of a neighbor’s lawn – by about two feet – when my Dad saw me.
These clowns obviously never heard the phrase‘ life, liberty and property’ in history class!
Yes, I’m guilty.
Guilty of knowing very little Latin! I should have taken it, with my interest in The Law. I never took it in school (opting for the ever-popular geographically – Spanish). Sadly, with the exception of a few choice curse words, all I remember of my Spanish classes are the dialogs…
ALM Spanish, Level One, Unit Two – Escuchen (Spanish for Listen)
Que vas al hacer al salir?
Nada. Irme a casa supongo.
“What are you going to do today? Nothing. Go home, I suppose.”
I have most of First Year Spanish in my head, the dialogs only, including the intro “ALM Spanish Level One, Unit Two…” in my best announcer’s mimicking voice.
Latin certain has been of more importance in my life than Spanish. And I live in a State where some of the grocery stores list items on their signs FIRST in Spanish, then Ingles!
You know how much I enjoy The Art of Manliness blog. Recently, they posted a huge list of ‘popular’ LATIN words and phrases every young man (and woman) should know.
|“vir prudens non contra ventum mingit”
[a] wise man does not urinate [up] against the wind
Visit the link above and learn more!
…Scratch A Russian – You Find A Tartar.” Old German Proverb
“Scratch CIVILIZATION – You find tribalism and barbarism!” – Guffaw
‘Bash mobs’ sweep through Southern California
By Ari Bloomekatz
Organized “bash mob” crime rampages of roving groups attacking innocent people and businesses have been striking cities around the United States. Law enforcement agencies in Southern California have reported few similar problems — until now.
In the last several days, there have been several reports of such group crime waves in South L.A., Hollywood, San Bernardino and Victorville. Long Beach police are bracing for another one Friday.
These so-called bash mobs of “flash mob” crime waves are organized through social media and have been a problem in Chicago, Philadelphia and Washington. In April, 28 Chicago youths were arrested on suspicion of attacking pedestrians along the city’s famed Magnificent Mile. Illinois Gov. Pat Quinn signed legislation in May enacting stiffer penalties for people who text or use social media to organize mob attacks.
Long Beach police warned in a statement that participants could face severe penalties.
“The mere participation in such an event can result in felony charges including conspiracy, and are punishable by imprisonment in the state prison,” according to the statement. (taken in part from the Los Angeles Times, July 19, 2013)
What are we as society to do? Families? Individuals? How do we prepare for the social chaos that seems to be increasing daily?
How many guns – magazines – rounds does one need to carry in this environment? Can we depend on the government to protect us? What about real militias, not just these wanna-be bands of tacticool, nylon-clad mall rent-a-cops?
I’ve no answers today, only questions.