|Posted on June 17, 2017 at 7:55 AM||comments (0)|
We all need ideals to aspire to. It brings out our better selves. Our heroes are human beings, just like us, with all the shortcomings and flaws, but they represent what we could be, to be better people. Let's take a look back to those TV cowboy heroes of yesteryear.
|Posted on June 14, 2017 at 11:15 PM||comments (5)|
The shooting at the Virginia ballfield should be a wake-up call. We are living in perilous times. Statistically, attacks are still rare, but agenda driven violence is definitely coming to this country. It is well documented, but there are currently 24 ISIS training camps in the United States. One is in Orangeburg SC.
The standard political knee jerk to violence is more gun-control and more police. But as we've seen in Europe, and here as well, it doesn't take a firearm to kill large numbers of people. Bombs, trucks, and knives have certainly created a death toll. The police can't be every where. The intervention of the Capitol Police today had more to do with being there on scene as a protection squad for Congressman Steven Scalise.
It comes down to this - you have to be prepared for any eventuality. We don't live in a sane, stable world anymore. Violence can reach out and touch you wherever you are at. Recently we had a high profile abduction where a man lured a girl from Canada here on the promise of a modeling job. It was only last Spring that we had a school shooting that claimed a child's life in a neighboring county. It can happen wherever you are at.
Be aware of your surroundings at all times. If something at the back of your mind nags you about something not being right - listen to your instincts. Don't make excuses for people. If you are picking up a bad vibe off of someone - don't smile and be polite. Be rude and assertive. Always think escape. Where are entrances and exits? Is your phone on you at all times? Do you keep your motor vehicle fueled? Do you keep an extra set of car keys on you? Do you have relatives or friends in another location you can go to in case of an emergency? The list goes on and on. Plan, Prepare, and have a healthy dose of Skepticism and Suspicion when it comes to dealing with people you don't know or don't know well.
|Posted on June 10, 2017 at 4:30 PM||comments (0)|
This is one I've been wanting to write about for some time. My maternal grandfather came through the Great Depression and worked in a textile mill. By the end of his life he had worked his way up to being an Overseer over a department. As I related in a post, he worked, went to church and spent time with his family, especially his grandchildren. He loved taking each set of grandkids to the mountains in North Carolina and family reunions were always a treat for the cousins to get together and play.
Grandpa stood about six feet, had jet black hair, dark skin, piercing brown eyes and always had a slight smile at the corner of his mouth. By the time WWII came along, Grandpa had six children and being in a critical industry, textiles, he was exempted from the draft. However, his brother Harold went into the Merchant Marines. I've seen one picture of Harold, a handsome young man, in a type of button down naval uniform from that era. Harold was killed at Normandy Beach bringing troops in for the invasion.
Grandpa very rarely talked about his brother, but he did have an M1 Carbine that had belonged to him. Where did Harold get it - I do not know, but I do know some veterans of that war brought home their rifles and 1911 pistols as souvenirs, as well as many Japanese and German armaments. I know that my stepdad's father had a Japanese rifle and a Nambu pistol from when he served in the Pacific. I've known other veterans from that era who also brought back armaments from that war.
So let's talk about that M1 Carbine. It was the only tie my grandfather had to his brother. It sat in the back of his closet and was always loaded. You also have to remember this was a different time in America. Hunting was more of a pasttime, and in rural areas it was very common to see pickup trucks with shotguns and rifles racked in the back and going down the road. I know my Dad kept a rack on the wall with his sem-'automatic shotgun and his hunting rifle. So did my paternal grandfather. Yet, as children, we might have played army and cowboys and indians all day, but we would never have touched a real firearm without an adult's supervision. It was how we were raised back then.
As an adult I served as a police officer for many years. After I became a school teacher, I put away my firearms and didn't see them as a need. An event last year, changed my mind, got me back into gun ownership and caused me to become a staunch proponent of the 2nd Amendment. Since then I have thought many a time about that M1 Carbine and why my Grandfather kept it there in the closet. Was it to remind him of his brother? Was it for home protection? Was it a combination of both? Had he ever even shot it? I wish I could ask him now.
I do know this though. My mother got in trouble at school as a teenager because she wore bobby sox to school instead of hose. She was enrolled in a private Christian high school affiliated with a Christian college. The president of the college, the Dean of students and her teacher (all men) came to speak with my grandfather about her smart alecky behavior and not conforming to the dress code. My grandfather let them in, listened to what they had to say, and then said this, "My brother died at Normandy to save this country from fascism and dictators. This is fascism, and you are not going to tell me how to raise my daughter. So you leave my house." And they did.
According to my mom, she was hiding behind the door watching, thinking "That's My Daddy." That is until they left and my grandfather called her into the room with a stern "JUDY Come Here." He then proceeded to give her the switching of her life. My mom still laughs about it today, albeit I am sure it wasn't so funny then.
Granpa's M1 Carbine - where is it at today? Physically, my Uncle Wayne has it and I have not seen it in decades, but the memory of that rifle sitting in a corner still lingers in the back alleys of my mind.
|Posted on April 15, 2017 at 7:15 PM||comments (0)|
The weakest and most vulnerable among us need the empowerment of being able to protect themselves. Everyone can't or won't have the dedication to become physically fit. It is not in their nature or in their capabilities. Neither is it the nature of some to venture into the competitive world of self-defense. Grandma at 76 doesn't have the capacity to roll on the mats doing armbars. And let us be realistic. Those of us who are physically fit won't be that way forever. Our bodies wind down no matter how hard we exercise or how strict we diet or what supplements and PED's we take. We need to be able to defend ourselves.
This is a Youtube channel I follow - Armed and Feminine with Kelly Ann Pidgeon that caters to women. Her last video really inspired me, because the very people who need self-defense training the most, and one of these ladies was elderly and in a wheelchair, are out on the pistol range practicing with their self-defense weapons.
Here is the site if you are so inclined to look. However, don't expect bubble butted and giggly girls in bikinis shooting AR's and being filmed by pervs. This is about real women looking for an edge and empowerment. This is another reason I am a proponent of America's 2nd Amendment. The ability to protect yourself from violence gives freedom to the weak.
|Posted on April 11, 2017 at 10:00 PM||comments (1)|
The simple answer is the Lion of Judah - also know as Jesus Christ. I don't share my faith enough. Too many people, and this has been engrained in us culturally, believe in a weak, milksop Jesus. In the Bible Jesus is described as the Lion of Judah, and there is nothing weak about a full grown lion. The Bible also says that Jesus spoke with authority - unlike the religious leaders of his day.
The point is - I am bought and paid for with the sacrifice Jesus made on the cross. That doesn't make me perfect. None of us ever will be or can be, but we are covered by his blood. This old world is under a curse. We have a body of flesh and we have a soulish mind. It is our spirit that is eternal. When we accept Jesus as Lord and Savior, our spirit is born again through the Holy Spirit of God. The Holy Spirit of God is our comforter, our encourager and our teacher. Our flesh and our mind still bound by this world wants to sin. It is through the power of the Holy Spirit and growth in the Holy Spirit that makes us different people. Even the Apostle Paul claimed to not yet arrive. Despite our imperfections, we are still covered by the blood.
This World is counting down. When I do not know, but everyday is another day closer. Even the natural world groans under the weight of sin with earthquakes, tidal waves, hurricanes, and storms. One day Jesus will return and the Bible says he will not only make things right, but he will rule with a rod of iron. The Bible is built on promises of a savior and his return. We can claim those promises or reject them. Me personally? I want to quest after God.
|Posted on March 19, 2017 at 9:15 AM||comments (4)|
Sunday Morning Shout Out no. 3 - The song says it all. Hey, we all need encouragement. We all need strength. My strength is in Jesus.
|Posted on March 5, 2017 at 9:50 AM||comments (3)|
IWhere is your hope? Is it in yourself? Are you self-made and self-actualized? LOL - the only thing good I can think about self is that it stinks! Seriously, how do people into theirselves act? Pompous, conceited, self-serving and self-absorbed. Of course we are all guilty of that at one time or another, but I think you get my drift.
So what about a guru? Will an enlightened teacher of the way help you along life's journeys? Hey, we are all human beings with a mixed bag of genetics that along with environment and experience help shape our traits, personalities, and outlooks. Jesus called it the blind leading the blind. No one person has a handle on everything, and too often gurus become manipulators and abusers of those who follow them. Even the best intentioned let us down by their all too human frailities.
So what is the answer? Well, I can tell you where my hope comes in troubled times. Here is an old song by the Cathedrals that I like to listen to when times are tough.
|Posted on February 26, 2017 at 9:55 AM||comments (0)|
Sunday Morning Shootout No. 1
Good message from God, Family and Guns.
|Posted on February 15, 2017 at 11:45 AM||comments (0)|
Two years now I've been in a new job during the week. Still doing side tree work on the weekends. My week day job some days is working with just my partner or we work with the other two guys if it's a bigger job. The guy I work with most of the time is 66 years old. Just an ordinary guy on the cover. But when you dig deeper he's had an exstordinary life. He has been blessed.
He's also a cancer survivor of 40 years. He had colon and rectum cancer really bad. He had exploratory surgery in 1977. I was 7 years old. Supposely he's in the book of Medical history in 1977. They said he was a medical miracle. One thing he said was through Prayer and the blessings of God it's not always over. He also said if he would have listened to another doctor he would have never went to California for the surgery. I believe he was the first to have this operation. It's not always over. Who decides this? You be the judge.
|Posted on January 21, 2017 at 9:35 AM||comments (8)|
This e-mail came from Mike.
A little over a month ago I was diagnosed with TERMINAL cancer. The
cancer has metastasized from my esophagus to many of my lymph nodes
around my neck and shoulder areas, as well as into my right lung. My
doctors have given me until October of this year.
My doctors say that my cancers are inoperable and that radiation would
be useless. However, they want me to take "chemo." I refused. Chemo is
poison, and it destroys the immune system...as well as muscle mass. It
also "causes" cancer. They also wanted me to sign up for Hospices
(in-home care of the terminally ill). I refused that, too.
I'm placing my trust in God. I'm also following several "natural healing
protocols," like juicing (extreme juicing) and natural supplementation.
I've gone to a 95% (approximately) "vegetarian diet." If I do eat meat,
it's 100% grass-fed and without chemicals. etc. If I east fish, it's all wild caught...not farm raised.
Along with my cancer, I have "Cachexia." It basically causes my body to "cannibalize" itself.
I've gone down in weight from approximately 215 pounds to approximately
140 pounds (that's 75 pounds!). I am always hungry, but food doesn't look good to me.
It doesn't smell good. And it doesn't taste good. I literally have to force myself to eat.
Many cancer patients die from malnutrition and starvation, instead of the cancer itself (I'm now "skin
and bones," literally).
I need you to pray that I will defeat this cancer with my natural protocols. I also need
you to pray that I will stop losing weight, and that I will be able to eat and gain all of my weight back.
Every day is a challenge. The fatigue that cancer causes is incredible. Some days it's difficult just to get out of bed. Some
days are better.
I need to exercise, but I have very little energy.
P.S. Greg, I'm fighting this with every thing I've got. With God's grace and mercy, and with the natural healing protocols that I'm following, I WILL beat this cancer and become better than I was before this sickness!
P.P.S. I sent a copy of this email to John P.
Keep him in your prayers.