This Firearm Preparedness Primer is just that — a primer. It’s probably too basic for most folk hereabouts. Your newbie friends and relatives on the other hand …

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• Former Seattle police chief knows from experience: cops are blowing it in their handling of OWS. (Tip o’ hat to C^2.)
• Family reluctantly surrenders its beloved island. I give you one guess as to why. I know you can tell me without even clicking on the link.
• My dogs could do this.
• I’m two weeks late learning this. So sad. Diaspora* is a great and hopeful creation.
• Now here’s a perfect example of how one man’s safe-haven is another person’s nightmare. Joel Skousen has named Tennessee as the best retreat location for people living east of the Mississippi. That’s this Tennessee. And this Tennessee. No thanks. Interesting article by Skousen, though.
• The very definition of chutzpah.
• The very definition of integrity. Not to mention panache.
• How Jon Corzine’s liberal politics led to the MF Global downfall.
• Ferfal’s heartfelt cry from Argentina. (Tip o’ hat to A.) But why do these things always end with a plea to vote for the right people? Sigh.
• “The degree to which you resist is the degree to which you are free.” Take Ferfal’s stand and Utah Phillips’ then go 90 degrees upward and you’re headed where freedom lies.
• Finally, I think Wendy McElroy linked to this cartoon a couple of weeks ago, but it’s been on my mind ever since. It just gets truer by the minute …

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wrm, a reader from South Africa, mentioned in recent comments a draconian secrecy bill SA’s government is contemplating and a cartoonist called Zapiro who creates good, pointed cartoons.

I thought these two ‘toons, which appeared on successive days, fit our situation as well as SA’s (especially in light of recent bill introductions blogged earlier today). Substitute the word “freedom” for Zapiro’s “democracy” and you’ve got it.

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I usually try to ignore what Congress does or contemplates doing. Not because what they’re up to isn’t dangerous. Ha! Dangerous to liberty defines the very existence of those &^%$#@!s.

But because we shouldn’t have to spend our lives in desperate, hysterical reaction to a bunch of scoundrels, criminals, and tyrants. It demeans us to “WRITE YOUR CONGRESSTHING NOW AND TELL IT TO V*TE AGAINST THE LATEST BILL OF RIGHTS DESTROYING MONSTROSITY BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE!!!!!”

No, if they’re even thinking about voting against our inborn liberties, then our proper response is … well, never mind.

Still, this week there are two abominations out there, both so bad that only a moron evil puppet fascist senator (same root word as senile) or “representative” (you’ll pardon the euphemism) would even consider voting for them. And so we must at least note what they’re trying to do this time:

1. Giving the death cut to Posse comitatus, sneakily, of course: Read it and weep.

2. And the infamous SOPA. (Tip o’ hat to DA.)

The first wouldn’t just unleash the military upon you and me; If everything I’ve read is true it could lock us up forever with no more hope than a Medieval serf rotting in a feudal lord’s dungeon. They could “disappear” you, and your friends and family might never even learn where or why you’d gone because your “detention” would be a matter of “national security.”

The second … well, you know. The usual stuff of criminalizing us to make the political donors happy.

Talk nicely to creatures who would impose this on you? Nooooo, I don’t think so.

But do as you see fit, as always. Last I heard, the Senate was scheduled to vote today on an amendment that would wipe out the disappear-you provisions (hidden — or so its masterminds Carl Levin (D) and John McCain (R) hoped — in a Defense appropriations bill). Here’s the ACLU’s form-letter form.*

Even if the damnable provision has already weaseled its way through the Senate when you read this, the bill still has to go into conference committee and the eventually be voted on again in both the House and Senate.

On SOPA there’s even more time and powerful Internet armies already massing against it.

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* And yes, yes, I know. I’ve dared to mention the ACLU once again, so sure as God made little shriveled synapses, somebody’s going to have a fit of hysteria because I’ve sold my body and soul, am a traitor to freedom, and am lubriciously lusting in debauchery and degredation with gun-hating commie pinkos. So let me just say in advance that linking to their online form letter doesn’t imply endorsement of 100% of the ACLU’s agenda. This time, and plenty of other times, they just happen to be on the side of the angels.

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Back when the Vietnam war — and opinions about it — were raging, I volunteered to help conduct a door-to-door survey about it on behalf of a peace candidate.

This was at the stage when being anti-war could still get you labeled a commie-pinko-traitor who ought to leave the country if you didn’t love its politicians and generals, so I got a lot of doors slammed in my tender little teenage face.

I’ve long since forgotten all the door-slammers and insult screamers. But one woman, I’ll never forget.

I knocked on her door, asked if she’d be willing to take a three-question survey, then fired off question number one: “Are you in favor of the Vietnam war or against it?”

The woman stood there a moment with an utterly blank expression, then turned and called to an unseen person in another room, “Honey? What do we think of the Vietnam war?”

I don’t even remember what “honey’s” answer was, though it was almost certainly either pro-war or just anti the little high school hippie chick standing on the doorstep. I was and to this day remain gobsmacked by the woman’s response.

This was a time when friendships and families could shatter over the war — a time when Vietnam, the first “TV war,” was blasted into our faces every day of the week, when tens of thousands of young Americans and millions of Vietnamese were dying. “Honey? What do we think of the Vietnam war?”

It was inconceivable.

That was the first time I realized some people simply chose not to think. Hardly the last.

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Nowadays I have a friend who is a kinder, sweeter person than I am by far. And she’s not stupid. But she doesn’t think. She doesn’t question.

She’s a Christian and one who truly strives to live in a Christian spirit. But when I twice asked her the basis of her beliefs, her answer was the same both times: “When I was a little girl, somebody” — she doesn’t recall who — “told me Jesus loved me and it made me feel good.”

And that was good enough for her forever.

I’m not disparaging her beliefs; they’ve gotten her through some very hard times and they’re part of what makes her so kind. But I’m just mind-boggled at the way she believes.

She “knows” that the bible is true. But when I try to discuss the bible or its history with her, it’s plain she hasn’t read the book and knows little about it beyond the few standard texts taught in her church.

When I mention controversial passages she’s never heard of them. Nevertheless, she remains completely unflapped.

“Oh, you should ask my pastor about that,” she says. “I’m sure he has a good explanation.”

Despite her hardships, her life sails along easily because “authority” — be it pastor, book, police officer, or television commentator — has all the hard stuff well in hand. When conflict or contradictions arise, she doesn’t worry much about it because she figures that people wiser than she have got it all worked out.

This works for her though her outlook is so alien to me that I just have to try not to get obnoxious when she gently tries to proselytize me or makes some TV-engendered claim about current events that I know not to be true.

But sometimes when she talks I feel as if I’m looking through a window into a parallel reality. One that scares me.

I had that feeling a couple of weeks ago. We were talking about people we know who handle terrible suffering with grace and others who fly into drama-queen mode over hangnails.

She mentioned someone on TV. “I never watch that show,” she said (she always says something like that when talking TV to me). “But on ‘Dancing with the Stars’ there’s a soldier who got his face all burnt and instead of whining and crying, there is is on national TV.”

I learned later she was talking about J.R. Martinez, who with his partner eventually won the competition. I agree it’s a touching story and Martinez must have a lot of grace.

But then after making that (for her) vigorously opinionated statement, she paused a few beats and in a flat voice I barely recognized as her own she recited:

“He’s a soldier. So he’s one of our heroes.”

I knew better than to ask the (to me) obvious question: “What specifically did he do as a soldier that made him ‘our’ hero?”

She would have considered such questioning absurd. But now, weeks later, I can’t get that strange, flat tone of her voice out of my head.

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• This ad is in totally terrible bad taste. Which is what makes it so good. Seems this South African chicken restaurant has a history of similar terrible taste. And sometimes nicely pointed satire.
• A Rearden Steel case??? Please tell me you’re kidding.
• Kind of a shame that Stratfor feels the need to give such basic advice on situational awareness. And never mentions carrying something much better than a flashlight. (Tip o’ hat to A.)
• “Bailing out the Titanic with a Thimble.”
• And an interesting week ahead in Europe, heaven help us all.

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They actually sat still for this. One shot only. Then their ham, carrots with cheese, and Decadent Potato Casserole* disappeared.

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* No, Decadent Potato Casserole isn’t primal. So sue me. It’s Thanksgiving.

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Enjoy a world of gifts.

And be grateful that the Pilgrims learned from their socialistic disaster.

Oh yeah. Eat lotsa good food, too.

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