Like most here I’ve been watching the standoff at the Bundy ranch. I’ve had nothing new to add to the discussion, so I haven’t blogged about it. Like others, I was just trying to figure what to make of it. I only hoped it wouldn’t end up being another Weaver/Waco massacre.
Not this time:
(Image via Sipsey Street, where Mike Vanderboegh has some spirited things to say about it.)
I’ve told you before that a longtime friend of this blog is dying. Cancer. And the disease is taking its own long, harrowing time. When I’ve etalked with him, he’s seemed in good spirits, though tired. It’s much harder on his wife, he says. And in my few contacts with her, I see.
Yesterday she sent me the following and gave permission to post it. The following words are hers:
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I have been introspective for the past few days. I am rambling here so please forgive me. F. and I have spent a good part of our youth preparing for the future. We worked hard and saved money to insure financial security, we learned how to hunt, grow food, defend ourselves, basic first aid, make wine, soap, and many other necessary skills to be able to survive if our world as we knew it, should come crashing down.
Illness and death of a partner was one skill too hard to imagine, so we had no plan. And here we are. Over the course of two years now, I have watched a healthy, strong man grow old. I have had my heart broken a few times in my life when I thought my world was ending. Watching my life partner die is the worst pain I have ever had. My plan had always been to die first, and I did all the wrong things healthwise to ensure that. Well, the universe had other plans and here we are.
I love how my friends and family tell me to be strong. “YOU can do this” “You are a strong women.” Well I don’t want to be strong. I just want to curl up next to my man and have him hold me. One more time. That’s not going to happen.
So here’s my message. NEVER take someone you love for granted. ALWAYS tell them you love them. And show it.
Did you know … that “dog whisperer” Cesar Millan came to the U.S. as an illegal immigrant? (Tip o’ hat to PT)
Another reason for drug warriors to suspect and harass you: having a Colorado license plate. (Will having a Washington state license plate be the next sure sign that you’re a monster possessed by Reefer Madness?)
This writer asks why “we” make children sit still in class. But she dodges the answer. That’s curious, because John Taylor Gatto and many others have addressed that question in books and articles. “We” make children sit still in school (and obey bells, and associate only with those of the same age, and study each individual subject as if it’s unrelated to any other) because our government school system is based on a Prussian model designed to produce obedient little drones.
Larry Correia gets mad over gummint “customer service.”
And speaking of gummint … Yes, good question: why are we-the-taxpayers sending all that Pennsylvania coal to Germany, which has plenty of its own? (Only a gummint could operate this way and not go bust.)
Mmmm. Let’s get this straight. The Navy — yes, the U.S. Navy — is databasing our traffic tickets — and anybody thinks this is merely “… starting to cross the line on mass collection of information on innocent people just because you can”? Starting???
Maybe if you’re in Alabama (as Mike is), Jenny lore is in your blood. Dunno. I’d never heard of her. When I looked her up, I discovered that no two accounts agree. They’re so far apart that even her name is disputed. So are the political sympathies (or apathies) of Jenny and her vengeful brood — even though those views played a huge role in triggering the bloody doings.
I’m taking this version of the story as definitive, mostly because it doesn’t claim to know what nobody knows, yet adds some scintillatingly grim detail.
However you slice it — and slice is a deliberately chosen word here — whotta tale, whotta woman!
I have a friend who’s lived offshore for … I don’t know how long. Long time. Decades, maybe. He believes that any USSA freedomista who doesn’t quickly move off to furrin parts is doooooooomed and he plans to be shouting, “I told you so!” as various vast edifi of a collapsing state crush us into pulp.
Could be, could be.
Freedomistas who stay in the U.S. could be in as much denial as those German Jews who are cited so often today. Part of being in denial is not knowing that you are.
That’s one reason I went to Panama four years ago and Nicaragua this month. Perspective. Checking things out. (Getting to be warm in winter didn’t hurt, either.)
But I’m probably not going back. Unless something big comes along (e.g. a millionaire sweeping me off my feet and urging me to live with him forever in his seaside villa in Costa Rica — an event as likely as winning the lottery then being abducted by aliens on the way home with my multi-million dollar check) — it just ain’t happening. Reasons? Many and various.
