It’s been forty-three years…..yet I remember it as if yesterday…….
Oaths are forever…given one’s capacity and resolve……time provides wisdom for those willing to learn….
Yet one thing means more to me now than it ever has…The Constitution of the United States..
I once stood at a council meeting here in town, pissed off, pointed at the flag, spoke…
Those words are sacred to me, second only to Holy Scripture….
I got an ovation out of that, for such is the way of small town America……you know, we illiterate, gun clinging, God fearing barbarians. For those wishing to take that from us…Good Luck, you’ll need it. But you won’t come yourselves, will you? No worries. After we deal with your goons we will come for you….with a lot of names we will want to send someplace with lethal results. Unlike most of your kind, we know there are ideals worth dying for, you live only to exist, often on the backs of others.
Those words remain true now, considering our travails…for this country and her peoples have arrived at a fork in the road….a decision to be made….
And one thing the years have taught me, use your enemies weapons against them, you save ammo that way. Having known for decades one learns more by listening than speaking, seeking advantage in the bravado and and spoken arrogance of our adversaries…..learn of tactics and motives….for they decry that they fear….as an adversary revealing his own weakest points by attacking your own.
One thing I have learned and never forgotten….
I have learned the vast majority of these have no belly for a fight, oh, they like to throw tantrums, beat people up and and break things……..but beyond that, no. Let that dog return to it’s own vomit….and live in it.
For many of us, that is not the case, for as I told one man, Being shot at does not get boring with repetition, civilian or military.
So let us take the wiser course, listen, learn of our advantages, and assist them in their own self-destruction. For that is where their doctrines and ideals invariably lead to. The trick is to know when to step aside and let them finish the job, all while not becoming casualties ourselves. Well…maybe a little push…..
They will seek to blame others, they always do…….part and parcel of their mind-set.
I have seen a riot, they leave their wounded….abandoning them. I have been tear gassed, wrong place, wrong time sort of thing.
Men and women I call friend would not…..for we instinctively close ranks about the bereaved or injured, protecting them.
And we never forget…..ever. I know I don’t.
And won’t…..every bullet I ever send someplace will have a friends name on it. Two men watching each others backs tend to stay alive a lot longer.
So now, given present developments, I spend time thinking and feeling, remembering and waiting….
Not the man I used to be, worked construction labor in San Francisco when I got out of the Navy. Long gone are the days of hefting three bags of concrete at a time to the bed of a pickup truck.
Yesterday at our town watering hole, a coffee house held in great affection by the regulars., such things are now openly discussed. Many of us discovering we have been moving in silent parallel, keeping our cards close to our chest, battening down the hatches. We think of ourselves as a tribe, all providing what they can, skills, materials, labor. It adds up to a hell of a lot real fast……
My soul weeps remembering the America of the late fifties and early sixties……….let the left scoff, citing the past racism, etc, for they deliberately, or fearfully, exclude the good old fashioned, simple decency we as a nation have forsaken.
But as many of you know, given my experience, giving up simply isn’t in my vocabulary….
Nor do I believe for one second it is in yours……..
I spent election day dropping a grand at my favorite gun shop.
Now to go buy a cup of coffee…….