by Attorney Timothy BaldwinWhen a people attempt to be free from a system of government which they deem to be destructive to the ends and purpose of government, those who demand their allegiance and loyalty only heighten the problem and exacerbate the resentment of the people. Consequently, revolution is the result of a government which rules in a manner inconsistent with the principles of a free society, enabling the people to choose different forms of government under different constitutions… }} more…
The Process of Revolution
August 12, 2010 by LANCE
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In addition to the lack of proper vetting for the election process, namely his refusal to produce a valid Birth certificate, I feel that President Barack Hussein Obama's political platform, his long standing associations with national enemies and our next "WORST LADY" who openly expresses her hatred for the USA will work together to place our country in serious distress.
Therefore, as my statement against Obama and what he will bring to the presidency, the American flag graphic above will remain in the distress position (upside-down) until he leaves office.
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Y’know, this brings up a thought…
Lately—by that I mean over the last year—I’ve found myself wondering hard about the future of this country. You see, I am a criminal.
Got your attention now? Good. How am I a criminal? Well, according to everybody in the gov’t, from Oblamer on down, I’m a 2nd-generation military vet (won’t say what service because I kinda like my privacy, especially in the face of my job), and I’m a conservative who was raised on classic values. I believe in the Constitution and have sworn an oath to protect it (although there are more and more days when I wonder why I bothered). I work in an occupation that still keeps me close to the uniform although I don’t wear one anymore. I’m a big believer in the 2nd Amendment, stockpile my ammo, keep my guns clean, and fully plan on teaching all this to my child when it gets old enough.
(In case you’re wondering…the use of a non-specific pronoun here is also to protect my privacy. I love my child very much and would fight every last imp in hell to protect it, but I don’t want my comments here to lead back to me. It so happens that I like my salary and the ability that it grants me to protect my wife and child.)
I believe in the strength of our military and the virtue of our soldiers. They may come across as a rough-hewn lot, but there are none better for the job they have. I was one of them once…and I was—am—the son of the son of a soldier. Age, trial, marriage, and fatherhood have conspired to render me something less than the fire-breathing, knuckle-dragging roaring armored warrior beast that I once was. But that was by choice…read into it what you will.
I don’t get to church often, but I still keep a copy of the Bible in the house and also fully plan on making sure my child reads it and understands it’s full import. When the child is of proper age, it will be confirmed in the church of it’s choice (my wife is Episcopalian, I’m a Methodist…the child will make it’s own free choice).
My wife is neither a trophy nor a figurehead; she occupies an equal footing with me in this household. We did not marry young, foolishly, or “in haste” as they used to say. (In the part of the country where I come from, an “in haste” wedding was usually attended by the bride’s father’s shotgun. Grooms with either cold or fast feet were introduced to a double round of rock salt in their nethers or their butt, whichever presented itself more readily.) I value her opinion, although if I’m honest, it’s not all the time…and that is MY failing, not hers.
I celebrate such shows as “Deadliest Catch” and “Ice Road Truckers”, for they are a proper celebration of what Americans are still capable of—hard work, a proper compensation for same, and the willingness to do whatever it takes—within reason and the law—to properly contribute to the greater good of society. I come from a family that believes the same way.
I DON’T believe that giving certain social rights to homosexuals is improving society, nor do I believe that allowing our enemies—who’ve taken absolutely no efforts to hide their contempt or intent for us—free run of the country. I DON’T believe that legalization of marijuana or ANY other drug is somehow a good thing—I think it’s a cop-out and a submission, and I don’t remember a time when this country submitted to anything. I think our current C-In-C is a black joke (no pun intended, although you’re welcome to groan or laugh as you see fit), and that this country is on the express lane to an early and unnatural end.
And for that…I’m a criminal.
This bothers me massively; I’ve lost sleep trying to sort it out and make sense of it. When this country finally spins out, guys like me will be the ones rounded up and caged because somehow, we are the threat. Threat to whom? Apparently the Obamas of this world. I’ve never done anything but stand up to be counted with those who would do right—the soldiers, the officers of the law, the husbands, the fathers, those who would use their abilities to help others and either protect them outright from harm, or actively seek to mitigate it after the fact.
But now…I am a criminal.
I will choose to fight, when the time comes. (I don’t actually know when…I’ve only got two balls, and neither one of ‘em is crystal.) The ideals that I would fight for are worth it. But as I survey the magnitude of the opposition, I gotta be honest: I don’t hold out much hope for a positive end. All I can do is roll with the punches, I guess…and simply try to survive long enough to fight another day.
Lance, maintain fire. Pour it on when able. Maybe there’ll come a day when this blog’s reason for being doesn’t exist anymore…or maybe I’m just being too rosy.
In closing, I’ve got a small anecdote from the early days of this country. The noted USN Commodore, Edward Preble, is said during his tour as commander of the U.S.S. CONSTITUTION (the one that now resides in Boston Harbor) to have been underway in the fog off the New England coast during the War of 1812, when CONSTITUTION chanced across a British vessel. The fog was too thick for a proper identification, so speaking trumpets were used.
Preble is said to have hailed the other ship and asked “What ship are you?” The answer came back, “This is Her Majesty’s 84-gun ship of the line DONEGAL. Heave to and send a boat.”
Preble is recorded by history to have been a bit of a hothead…the crew let out a half-groan. An 84-gun ship of the line would have smashed the 44-gun CONSTITUTION, a mere frigate, in a single broadside. Preble is said to have snatched the speaking trumpet from his lieutenant’s hand, drawn himself up to his full height, and bellowed through the trumpet at the top of his lungs:
“THIS IS THE U.S.S. CONSTITUTION, 44 LONG GUNS, AND I’LL BE DAMNED IF I SEND A BOAT TO YOU OR ANYONE ELSE!”
And then, while keeping the trumpet up to his mouth, he turned and looked down the line of cannon, with the gunners all holding lit matches, and bellowed again:
“BLOW UP YOUR MATCHES, BOYS!”
Before the first shot was fired, the British struck their colors (i.e. they surrendered). Turned out that they’d been lying; it was actually the 32-gun light frigate MAIDEN. The word spread fast—there was a U.S. Navy skipper out there who was willing to take on all comers, size be damned.
In the intervening years since I first read that story, it’s been said to me that it’s probably apocryphal; no record actually exists of such an episode. That said, I’ve kept it with me all this time…as a source of inspiration. My coworkers can’t understand why, when the situation is hectic and events are breaking loose on all sides, I’ve been known to utter in a loud tone “Blow up your matches!”
Maintain fire Lance. Carry on.