(courtesy of Borepatch)
Michael Yon has advice (via Isegoria):
We are at war.
We must retrain our minds that we are not sheep to be slaughtered.
First option — unless you are law enforcement or a Soldier — is to escape. Second option is to hide. Final option, kill that son of a bitch. Bum-rush him.
Take his rifle and shoot him in the head.
He might be wearing a vest — when you are very close shoot his head twice and keep moving. If the rifle is out of ammo, kill him with the rifle butt or something else. Smash with all of your strength.
No time for hogtying him. There might be other terrorists and there is no time for pleasantries. Just kill him and keep your weapon pointed at potential enemies. Be very careful not to cause innocent casualties. Can be hard to do.
Ugly advice for an ugly age.
Basic…to the point…nothing fancy.
And yes, ugly.
I don’t understand the mindset of people who volunteer to be sheep – either they figure they will lose (or deserve to), and seem to operate on that premise.
Or that they are incapable of self-defense violence. Unable to make an effort to save their own skin, or the skins of their loved ones.
REMEMBER – WE ARE THE FIRST RESPONDERS – IF WE CHOOSE TO RESPOND!
I’m old. Slow. Arthritic. Physically disabled.
I’m in chronic pain.
BUT I WANT TO LIVE!
Yesterday, November 16, would have been my Father’s 100th birthday. Instead, he passed at age 61.
There were so many life lessons he was unable to impart to me.
Calm reflection (he was an angry rage kind of guy); Moderation (he was an alcoholic and a compulsive overeater); Mechanical ability (I once saw him attempt to repair a leaky radiator hose with Scotch tape(!) I was a kid, and even I knew that wouldn’t work).
But I knew he loved me.
After all, when I was born prematurely (and my twin brother didn’t make it) he hurriedly ran to the nearest church to pray for my survival.
He tried to make me an athlete, as he had been. Alas, my developing a physical disability @ age 12 stopped those attempts in it’s tracks. And from that point forward, he was unclear how to relate to me.
I only saw him cry once. When he told me how proud he was of my graduating the Eighth Grade, and that I never asked him for money. To be fair, I didn’t know I was allowed to! When my Mother passed, he kept his grief private.
I’m certain his childhood was horrific. A stern father who had been a Marine and railroad policeman, and his having grown up poor during the Depression.
He had not been raised to be a hugger. I don’t remember him ever hugging me. A firm handshake was the order-of-the-day.
But, he did teach me a few important things. Loyalty (be true to your friends – he was to his); Honesty (your word IS your bond); and yes, Love.
He loved his wife (my mother) with all his heart. Watching her die @ age 41 of emphysema must have been horrible. (I was in the Second Grade, what did I know?) And in spite of the fact they were estranged, my (half)sister was his jewel. He was very protective of her, which probably in-part caused the estrangement. But she was another connection to his wife, which I don’t think she ever saw.
And he kept his heart disease hidden from me until it was too late.
He was flawed – he was human.
I love you and miss you, Dad. Happy Birthday!
Billy Shakespeare said that.
I’d a recent experience, wherein I left a blog post comment @ one of my blogfriend’s™ blogs. A few minutes later, it occurred to me that I’d addressed him by someone else’s name!
And there was no method in his blogging software by which I could make a correction.
(I did go back and make a second comment, apologizing.)
This reminded me of a year-or-so ago, when a kind soul sent me a few dollars on my sidebar Paypal link. (hint, hint). It was late, I was preparing to retire, and had taken my evening meds. (HALF of the medication I am prescribed has possible side effects of memory loss!)
And I thanked him profusely, using a wrong name!
Then, I sent him another email, apologizing. Hopefully, I got it right the second time(?) I’ve not heard from him ever again.
At least, in the few significant personal relationships I’ve had in my lifetime with the opposite sex, I’ve not uttered another woman’s name whilst in flagrante delicto!
I don’t think? I wasn’t on this kind of medication, then…
I don’t know…
As I’ve aged, I’ve developed more of an appreciation for our military veterans.
I don’t know why, exactly?
Maybe it’s because, with my childhood Life plans having failed, due to my leg disability, I was unable to join the largest, least-exclusive club in the World (Service Veterans). And I’ve been able to observe, albeit from a distance, the brotherhood, camaraderie and sacrifice imbued in those men and women.
And with the addition of the instant news cycle, see some of the physical damage caused to them.
On previous Veterans Days (when I was employed) I made it a point to walk around on break and shake hands of those I knew had served and say “Thank You!” I know it’s not much, especially for persons my age who returned from Vietnam and were denounced as war criminals and spat-upon. And the Korean War Vets who were (and are) pretty much largely ignored by the media.
I was accompanying my roommate to another of her doctor’s appointments on November 11 this year, and there was an older guy (my age?) with the jacket and cap, embroidered with his service particulars. I didn’t see what they were. I made a point to walk over to him and shake his hand. It was the very least I could do.
After her appointment, J. wanted to get a bite-to-eat, so we stopped at a restaurant we sometimes frequent. And before our meal arrived, in walked another veteran. Also with an embroidered cap and patched jacket. Significantly older. A larger man, with silver hair. With his wife.
After they were seated and had placed their orders, I got up and walked over to them. I excused myself, apologized for interrupting, and explained I just wanted to thank him for his service. He smiled, shook my hand vigorously, and his wife beamed.
Then I saw the identifying patch on his sleeve.
I left hurriedly back to our table, so he wouldn’t see me cry.
A former intelligence analyst, Stella Morabito, who grew up in a left-wing family and calls herself a “realist,” is speaking out about mass manipulation, political correctness and the transgender agenda.
Her writings at The Federalist got the attention of Rush Limbaugh back in June when he seemed fascinated by her piece on mass delusion. A subsequent related piece is here.
In this exclusive video interview with the Daily Caller News Foundation, she details how the left uses mass manipulation techniques to confuse Americans and grab power. She condemns conservatives for not even realizing the behavior modification techniques being employed in the political square, such as those encouraged by liberals such as Cass Sunstein, who wrote the book “Nudge” or George Lakoff.
More with video @ The Daily Caller
I will keep saying it until ‘they’ lock me up, or silence me – Political Correctness will be the death of this Republic!
One of my regular readers (and a dear friend) teaches at the college level. Obviously, when school shootings, such as recently occurred in Oregon happen, it gets her attention.
She wrote on her blog regarding the grief and the aftermath. And of her decision to NEVER carry a gun into her classroom, lest she be forced to assess her students as potential threats. In her words, I’m not going to go there.
AND THAT IS HER CHOICE! Period.
As a part-time, professional firearms instructor, I may disagree with that choice. But it IS her choice.
I’ve been carrying, possessing, having-nearby, wearing both concealed and/or openly, a sidearm most of my adult life. Doing so is part of who I am and what I do. I did so openly even when attending community college, before it was ‘restricted’ by law.
And I have already made the decision to take action, should that become necessary. Jeff Cooper called this having a mindset.
Be polite, be professional, but have a plan to kill everybody you meet. – Major General James Mattis (USMC – Retired)
Mattis reportedly said this to his Marines as one of his rules to live by while they were stationed in Iraq.
And that’s different from participating or teaching in a college in the United States.
The question is how different?
Certainly, one should be in Condition Yellow in a public place. Generally aware.
But how one responds to a threat is a personal choice!
I think a wiser choice would be to be armed. However, some folks just aren’t built that way. And unless they radically change their mindset, it’s best they choose NOT to be armed.
Hopefully, it will always be a choice…
BUT WAIT, THERE’S MORE!
Yet another friend lives in a gated community, for folks 55 and over (a mobile home park). They have drive-in gate ‘security’, but they are not trained, nor armed. Usually their function is to direct you to a person’s residence. And the walls around the park are four feet, or less. The closest to ‘security’ are the speed bumps.
And he advised me the other day that he NEVER LOCKS HIS HOME!
Again, his choice.
I suspect he’s not particularly aware…
Some folks just aren’t built that way.
I pray all my friends are safe, and take reasonable measures to ensure that security – whatever their choices.
Long time readers of my drivel know that one of my go-to sources for life hacks is The Art of Manliness.
When it comes to stuff my father didn’t teach me (because he didn’t make the time, or didn’t know – he wasn’t malicious in his errors) TAoM covers many of the bases.
Everything from how to shave to how to escape quicksand (and more) are covered!
Sometimes, the subject matter in basic, i.e. how to balance a checkbook. Other times it’s more philosophical…
Surely a delicate and difficult issue for most of us.
There are people in my own history whom I have offended, and to whom I’ve made amends. Some have returned as friends, others have not.
The important thing is to not remain in toxic relationships, lest they damage your own psyche!
Via comment by Anonymous on Confederate flag prompts school lockdown: Student (SERIOUSLY? – Guffaw)
A good man who posted many Confederate pieces. He left us way too soon and may you rest in piece, brave warrior.
Yankees respected Confederates. Why must we despise them today?
Back in 2006, my wife and I went to a friend’s house to watch Oscar De La Hoya fight Ricardo Mayorga for the World Boxing Council light–middleweight boxing championship. My wife was unfamiliar with professional boxing and was taken aback by the trash talking between the two foes, which HBO recapped during the intro to the show. “You’re going to be my bitch in my bed anytime I want you,” was one of Mr. Mayorga’s more printable insults.
Mr. De La Hoya won handily with a 6th round TKO, to the delight of many fans and my wife as well.
But, to her surprise, the fighters embraced after the fight and appeared to let bygones be bygones.
“You are a great fighter, a great champion,” Mr. Mayorga said. “I apologize for everything I said to you.”
How, she wondered, could everything be so easily settled?
The fact is, settling grievances through combat is pretty common. Kids at schools everywhere still “take it outside” and are often friends afterwards. Fighters in the boxing ring, the UFC, and other combat sports routinely find their grievances settled after a fight.
This is sometimes referred to as “the warrior’s ethic.” If a problem can’t be talked out, it can be settled by combat, often followed by mutual respect between winner and the loser.
David Yeagley, who spoke several times at American Renaissance conferences, was a Comanche activist who understood the warrior ethic:
While I believe in ‘The Warrior Ethic’, I do not believe it applies in all combat.
If someone was trying to relieve me (or my family and friends) of Life or Property, for example. Assuming we survive, and the miscreants are in handcuffs, being prepared for extraction to the local jail (or hospital), I would have no thought of shaking their hands and exclaiming “good try”, or some other nonsense.
And certainly, those who are trying to relieve us of our Liberty deserve no ‘civil handshake’ after the ‘festivities’ have ended.
These are not hockey matches.
And, I don’t expect a handshake from the Gestapo as the boxcars pull out of the station…
h/t Brock Townsend
The JOY of misinterpreting electronic surveillance!
I like to think I have Principles
I like to think I stand on them, and admire those who do also.
Unless, of course, their principles are diametrically opposed to mine!
One would think that working as a county clerk, and gay marriage was upheld by The Supreme Court, and licensing gays violated my principles, that it would behoove me to look for employment elsewhere(?)
The same thing applies to pharmacists who dislike dispensing a ‘morning after’ pill to their customers.
Or going to work at the Walmart sporting goods department, and being told you must sell guns and ammunition. And you are anti-gun.
This just in – an Islamic flight attendant is objecting to be required to serve her passengers alcohol! (as if she didn’t know this going in!)
If working there and doing your assigned job violates your principles – QUIT!
There’s an old saw, emblazoned on many a sampler and kitschy poster, stating “When you work for a man, WORK for him!”
Perhaps the women in the news are hoping to become another cause celebre, and make it to the Supreme Court?
In another lifetime.
I’m certainly not pristine in holding to my principles. I AM human. I worked for a polygraph company (not as a polygrapher) and federal legislation was pending to severely restrict private polygraph pre-employment companies. (It passed). But the boss had us calling in on company time (we were getting paid to do this) in an effort to sway the Congress to not pass the bill.
And, having had some (not all) negative experiences with polygraphs, I privately supported the legislation.
But, I also needed a paycheck, so…
I chose getting a paycheck over standing on my principles.
I was laid-off six months later, regardless, I’m sure in part to the decreased company revenue.
I probably should have quit.