Earl's View, focus on the front sight: History and I will be parting soon,

Earl's View, focus on the front sight: History and I will be parting soon,:    My America, the one I grew up in, the one I served as my ancestors did, the one they helped build and maintain is gone. Most of their, li...

History and I will be parting soon,

   My America, the one I grew up in, the one I served as my ancestors did, the one they helped build and maintain is gone. Most of their, little people with little lives will be written away by authors, reporters and nonsense spouted as truth. There doesn't seem to be an office of disinformation, a central control for changing history, language and custom or memory. Orwell thought too highly of the clerks and administrative staffing of the Empire, thinking only that total control would mean more perfection. It doesn't. Accept the flaws and fragility of humans, the variations will allow adaptation and success in addressing issues not dreamed about. Why robots and programming codes will never feel an answer.

   I was standing on the steps of the legislative building in Olympia, (17 JAN 2020) demonstrating for my right to keep and bear arms. The legislature was inside hiding mostly, and working on more infringements to them as their answer to the money flowing in from Bloomberg's Anti-Gun organizations. All aimed at controlling the good folks of the state or the nation. He will always outspend me. I just buy another gun. Well, I don't but there are some that think we all should.  I want to add some evergreen branches and needles to outline the fine animal and the caution to government. Haven't yet. One of those things on the procrastination piles in my mind.

   I was very proud of the demonstrations in Richmond, VA, where the anti-Gun goofs are earning their money from Bloomberg and folks of good intent but lots of not smarts. When wondering why this struggle always goes on, no one is charged with treason for undermining the rules of the Constitutions. No one hangs, loses office for betraying their oath, nothing happens then they come back and try it again. Then I started realizing that most Americans have spent a lifetime of only obeying the laws that fit their purpose. They speed, they drink too young, they know how to buy alcohol after hours, how to get the drugs they want when they want. According to some, they may even cheat on their taxes (because they really don't like being so closely fleeced?)

   In my personal life, I have delivered and sold two loads of books and DVDs from my excess to Half Price Books. Had I more boxes and less desire to exercise and socialize at the YMCA I could be done already. Work in progress. Not the money I am after, will never get that cost back, I had my reading and all they stirred in my mind for as long as I can remember. Thank you, Mom for giving me the joy of great stories and history and busty lasses on Historic adventure paperbacks. Those with the swords and pistols meant fine adventures.  Anyway, I want to have my books find readers and sharers. Some go to sales, some to libraries and some to others interested. Time is getting closer for the remodeling of the home, so much stuff to get moved out or away.

So I am up before reporting to the Green in Olympia, for the Pro Gun Rights Rally, and it isn't about guns.

  It is about Liberty, for I am not marching for the right to shoot anyone, I give that up to the government. They proclaim the law about murder, assault, threats and injury. Those laws need to be there to have the State bear the burden of punishing the guilty. All seems to be based on Biblical Commandments but without God just sinners in charge.  Which means it will be flawed, but it is the expected results of too much power in the hands of too little love, understood nor practiced.

  Timing is everything, the government has gone over to the evil side, the godless side and the blind leading the blind side. No longer working. Always putting more power in the hands of people not accountable to the people, seemingly not accountable to the law even, different laws for different folks, folks that think they are above the law, love, truth or justice... all those are only words, and they don't mean what you think, and we have all been wrong before and we expect we will all be wrong again.

  I am taking my camera, and my intent to keep bearing arms in liberty and love of life. I can do no less, it is like teaching the young or the ones that don't know why it has worked for so long and seems to no longer be working well, or working for tyranny and evil so easily. I think no violence is best, I think speaking up and calmly and critically is important. Just as important as to die for others to live in Liberty and love of their LORD. The pacifists are correct, don't kill just live in the spirit.

  I have questions, mostly it is why they fear folks with guns? Why have they decided that they know why I own guns, shoot guns and feel free to carry guns - it has never been for their fears, nor the strange thoughts that have no truth in their minds, hearts or speech. We need to address their fears, I can't fix stupid, and they are living on lies I can only show them truths and hope to open their eyes, ears, hearts and minds... they project their worst upon their view of life, a very sad dark view.

The last time I marched and stood for the 2nd Amendment

  I have finished my glass of warmed milk, I have thought in my mind about the huge difference in my preparations for a demonstration and Captain Parker's and his training band. No conflict here, but the fools all seem to want one, but I did mention they are fools, didn't I?



 

2020 New Year have to reorganize or just try to...

  So we have a Home Improvement scheduled and I have to organize a life around losing much of my home to workers and improvements. Along with that I want my computer cave to get some love, that project will be all mine. But Procrastination has ruled and now I am going to savagely reduce my library, I have a lot of DVDs and a couple of Blue Ray to dump, then new books to donate to a library, older books to Goodwill, and new military books (I left in 1995) to the local base library.

Slogging along....

  So I have started selling to Half-Price books, watching muted playoff football games, as I read about William the Conqueror's final years of conquest and defense against all comers. You think we really understand today's news - try readings about long ago and far away, although in your genetic and family dinner table tales. They just aren't the same stories. I never finished reading Undaunted Courage by Stephen E. Ambrose, giving me all the reasons that the mission was a diverse blend of folks. Lewis and Clark took what they could and did the best they could. Kind of like Apollo Thirteen, seeing it from outside the scramble to survive with your popcorn and Coke, not the same as 'Houston, we have a problem.' in Tom Hanks voice. (I do have Undaunted Courage on my kindle, I will read it once I muffle my bias it is a fine adventure) 

    I keep wondering why my dreams keep taking back to Ft Bragg in the 82nd in the 19-whatever years, maybe I want to jog again? Don't worry, as Hal Evans told me, I don't jog... it was more slog along the road side. Probably too painful for others to watch. On a jog one morning, I got a call from the side of the road by the SF folks. It was an SF Major that was one of my fellow candidates in OCS in 1967. This was 1984 or 85. So we talked and it was cool, I was a 1SG and he was a Major. We were both Master Parachutists, ha, ha.

Year Seventy-three begins...

Grandparents visit before off to Europe, 1978

  Good Morning! Wow, lovely good wishes for my birthday - shocking to me, I am now outliving my father. Only in time spent wondering if I should have done it his way... Don't worry, I have figured out that being thankful for all the blessings I have lived is better than trying to catch up with his life - talking with my son last evening made me realize I wish I could have spent more time talking to my father. I miss my son's talking to me over the net while he was in the middle-east where ever. We must have made almost a solid hour some times. I still want to sit around a card table playing Canasta and talking, and making my best plays with my partner.
   My contacts yesterday sent me tearing into old stuff, not finding what I should have, making me realize that I was going to have to dig out from underneath piles of books and papers. New read books are going to the library, used and older ones are off to Half-price Books (but then I might stop to browse and pick some up! Ugh, I might never get out from under!)
    I was exhausted yesterday, no longer feeling ill we went to the service department to renew the wife's car. While there I read Milton Friedman, I am going to have to try him again, later when I won't be falling asleep as my mind wears out why did he say it that way. Car finally finished, washed and returned, we went off to eat steak - it is my birthday, the treat was my wife's and I think I left my NRA Cap there in the booth on the seat. Didn't get my daily dose of The Five, nor Tucker Carlson yesterday (speeds my recovery, ha, ha)  Well, have to start moving, y'all be good.

First visit to the YMCA of 2020...

  Picked up some medication and I noted that for some reason, all these sick folks gather at the pharmacy to catch each other's illness while they await their medication. Likely been doing that for centuries. Maybe home delivery is a better way to get them and control the spread of illness. I stopped quickly at the YMCA before I got my MRI.
   As a I caught up with the older Airborne elder, he told me on of his heart surgeons was looking for someone to teach his college son marksmanship before the Army got hold of him. Seems he is in Oregon in the ROTC program.  I figure he is trying to get a leg up, to be ahead of the rest of his class. So I gave the old paratrooper my card so they could contact me to talk about some familiarization. Have to see what he wants, has time for and where he would like to shoot.
   If he wants to come to Tacoma for a weekend run, I have the rifle, ammunition and local range where he can shoot. There is too much magic in shooting now days. Everyone thinks everything is licensed, regulated, or a professional expert instructors are difficult to find. Maybe it is, we don't draft everyone like in the old days, not everyone has served in the military, the military training is okay, just okay until you get to what your regular unit wants from the soldier and is willing to invest in your training, practice and skill enhancements. The military will almost always go to higher tech and more explosive rounds first. But the new qualification system looks promising.
    No telling what is going to happen about this favor. I am willing to talk, plan, execute for a day anyway, and I can always recommend learning in Oregon with an Appleseed or on a local range with a local NRA or CMP instructor. The next Appleseed weekend around here is 8-9 February, 2020 in Redmond.  Like I said too much 'magic' in how to learn, set, up and experience and practice. No one knows now, and experts are all busy turning out experts in whatever has to do with firearms. But most shooters don't feel uncomfortable sharing the knowledge, some ammunition and opinions. There are lawyers, laws, and liabilities but if the shooter can't learn and follow the four safety rules, I have nothing easier to teach him.

New Year, another chance to get it all right...

  So what is it I will do? Better, of course, just have to do better. We all do. First we have to decide who we are, who we want to be, what can we do about getting there - and always remember little victories count as much as major ones.
 
   I have concerns with the idea that government can replace God, but the government goofs love it, it does increase their power, and they are all about power. So to me, I have to get closer to God, and work on me, for I am the only one I can change to be better. Yeah, I am almost a nice guy, much better than I was long ago and far away. Still I am not happy with my best.  Not brave enough, need to stand up for what I believe and speak well - quietly enough that it may persuade them and not frighten them.

   Take the 2nd Amendment, first- a well regulate militia is necessary for the security of a free state -
That has never ever meant the National Guard, nor the professional military folks, nor the police. It has always meant the law abiding good people that are the foundation of the free state. Currently with the abundance of laws, regulations, decrees and policies, the number of armed and out of control agencies dominating our government structures - they are evidence of power projections from the ruling elite, and I don't mean the elected people, I do mean the ruling elite the folks with money and power and voice. They seem to be the doom of the Republic, and they took over so sublimely. They tell you that it is still a government of the people, by the people and for the people.... beautiful concept, it isn't true today. Find good people, make good people and trust good people. Only then can we regain the Republic.
   Second, the right of the people to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed... which really does mean the I can have my cannon, armed aircraft, tank or single shot .22 short. No restriction on that, the government has been established to ensure I don't kill, maim, wound, assault, or threaten my fellow men. And it is supposed to ensure justice. Don't allow the media or the political hacks project their fears upon you and your harmony with the universe - which is the only weapon the anti-gun goofs have to pretend disarming will protect everyone from death from afar. It is only true if you believe it, in your mind. Being a nice person will save you far more than having a gun or no one else being allowed to own and shoot a gun.

   I will continue to work with organizations that believe in America, its Constitution and folks. I will assist in teaching marksmanship, gun safety and history of the nation and the world. I will also work on teaching young people and discussing with old folks religion and politics and solving problems.

   Trying to become a harmless old man is easy, trying to stay relevant not so much. I keep thinking that Don Quixote and I have too much in common. Y'all have a great new year, and you don't have to start over, you just have to endeavor to persevere.

Season't Greetings... read Washington's Crossing by David Hacket Fisher....

   Day before Christmas and my wife and I stop at the Credit Union to sign for a Home Improvement Line of Credit. Interesting, I don't need to draw on it until I need to write checks, and I pay nothing until they send the money I need to my account. Okay. sounds good. Rather win the Lotto, but we all know that won't happen.

    We stopped at the Berger King for a quick breakfast, and Hal Evans, my old friend was there having breakfast with his sister, who was up from California visiting her daughter and granddaughter.... how cool is that? It became a great time, talk, eat, talk... Catching up a little since the last time we met there for breakfast. She remembered me and my Trusty Triumph from years ago. I do still have the motorcycle, just terrified to try and ride it anywhere. I do need to slow do my clicking with mouse and software. I have to regain control of my Windows 10 machine, seems like it has started to respond correctly.

     Seems cold air and wet hair combined to lower my resistance to  a cold, and I now have a stuffy nose and some sneezing and desire for hot soup, hot tea and honey.. My wife has a desire for a really clean home, in case we get someone dropping by for the holiday. The new vacuum is great, picking lots of stuff.  I try to find some meaning in what is on the cable screen, Xfinity didn't get the new components to us, but it isn't nine pm here yet. Still I have more than I need now. All the other packages and gifts arrived, and I got Merry Christmas greetings and shared some with the delivery folks, trying to make everyone's holiday perfect. So I am now on the Hallmark, fireplace, holiday music from all the eras, and kittens, cats, puppies and small dogs, and rabbits?

   PEACE on Earth and Good Will towards Men. And the angels will sing and life is best when done in the Glory of the Lord.

Earl's View, focus on the front sight: It is Friday, Remember the Deployed... been there ...

Earl's View, focus on the front sight: It is Friday, Remember the Deployed... been there ...: and we are still doing that.     Today a break from YMCA, I am waiting on a service repairman. I found my powder horn, just almost where I...

It is Friday, Remember the Deployed... been there and done that....

and we are still doing that.

    Today a break from YMCA, I am waiting on a service repairman. I found my powder horn, just almost where I remember it.  I think that California will have this school shooting frenzy fixed as soon as they teach the students how to live like prisoners, instead of free folks. That should fix it. They are doing so well with all their other efforts. I wish they had schools and communities like I grew up in. We didn't seem to be unduly influenced to kill others in our struggle to be important enough for love. But then I do remember starting the day with the Lord's Prayer and the Pledge of Allegiance - pre-Marxist take over of education. Not that I believe in the pledge to a godless government of goofs. I do believe in Liberty under the LORD, justice and honor. Once believed that everyone did.

Dad and Mom came to Korea to visit. Reunion Tour.

  Just checked out my father's Junior Class Yearbook, 1942 TIGER, Albert Lea, Minnesota. He went to the Prom, played pool and his school didn't look that different than mine, except his was really larger. Well, my wife is up - I will have to drink my coffee and make myself useful gazing at the screens everywhere. Still working on the Procrastination Pile.   

Earl's View, focus on the front sight: Veterans' Day weekend at an Appleseed...

Earl's View, focus on the front sight: Veterans' Day weekend at an Appleseed...:    One of the best parts of being just an old man, is sharing with those that aren't. I was signed up and went to the Appleseed in Redmo...

Veterans' Day weekend at an Appleseed...

   One of the best parts of being just an old man, is sharing with those that aren't. I was signed up and went to the Appleseed in Redmond to help. Saturday was a bit tough, the water was often falling the Sun was cloud covered but we soldiered on. I got to tell the Second Strike of the match and private Hosmer and Captain Davis died and Luther Blanchard would be wounded and the Revolutionary War hadn't begun yet, leave the audience hanging waiting for the third strike of the match, when it would.
    Will got his Shoot Boss hat, which talented man he is he had crafted to fit him. Looks very good on him. He had his family supporting, and they all had nice Appleseed sweatshirts for the day. Ben and Leanna had come up from Vancouver, WA. Good to work with them again. I will be going down to Douglas Ridge Rifle Club to learn some Pistol Seed training later this month. We picked up another volunteer, and a new Orange Hat was presented on Sunday.
     Our first day of the event was wet and cool, which to shooters that have to lay down in water is cold, no drying out possible. Sunday was better, the clouds would be fleeting and everything seemed to dry a bit, and we felt warm. Reviewed on Sunday was quick and complete and the shooters got to cranking out better groups and higher scores as the day went on.  By the afternoon, we were hollering out loud HUZZAHS! for all the Riflemen scores and Cleaned Redcoat targets. It did seem to rain success upon the shooters, made me think we must have had a lot of ringers or repeat Appleseeders, but it was just magic. Cleaned up and got to drive home in the daylight, the message of John Adams and those days shared with the shooters of our future.  All about Liberty, gentle readers.

Napping while waiting in barracks for Yom Kipper War 1973

   Today is Veterans Day, and I have been posting pictures of my military veteran moments on Face book.  It has been fun, will go back to normal and family and such on Friday probably. As I was scanning through my digital photo album I ran across this October 1973 photo, a candid shot from the upper bunk of the NCO's room. I don't remember who took it. We had been alerted and assembled to respond to the Yom Kipper War (which hadn't been named yet). Like most military gatherings, at a certain point it is 'hurry up and wait'. The rumor mill said one American Airborne Division was going to confront seven Soviet Airborne divisions in the Sinai or Egypt. I wonder if the coming end of the Vietnam War had much to do with the American response, remember talking to a Ft Sill Sergeant that got his self propelled gun ready to deploy and then lost it to the Israelis until it could be replaced by another six or more months later.  We never got to find out if the 82nd could handle all those Soviet paratroopers, thank God, and maybe there were better heads than mine? But reading the Wikipedia article reminds me 'they serve who only stand and watch' or sleep under a magazine waiting for glory.

   Lots of Veterans in my family and our history, I was really unhappy with our nation and the treatment after I came back from Vietnam, I was honored to serve and others had painted us black and ugly. Bad enough that our great grandchildren will never know how proud I was to serve, the country drove me to stay around for the next one because I couldn't really talk to those civilians. I remember telling a war story to a family audience at my mother's home and as I blurted out the f-word for effect my mind had flashing red alarm lights going off - right in front of my mother! I stopped using vulgarity in my conversation, until it would enhance my life. But nothing ever happened to me is always going to be my best war story. I wrote an essay title "Secret Hero" and read it at my father's memorial, but I figured everyone that risks everything for a cause is a hero, even when they don't pay the price. The hard part is coming home and being a gentle person, making a family and building a better future and at the end of a fine productive life you will be remembered for all your best. No medal nor marches needed, just surrounded by your good life and loves.

Earl's View, focus on the front sight: So a couple days before Veterans Day weekend, we r...

Earl's View, focus on the front sight: So a couple days before Veterans Day weekend, we r...:   I have an Appleseed in Redmond this coming weekend, and won't be at my church to honor the veterans, one of which I am. So I will ment...

So a couple days before Veterans Day weekend, we remember when...

  I have an Appleseed in Redmond this coming weekend, and won't be at my church to honor the veterans, one of which I am. So I will mention it at Wednesday AWANA meeting, and stress the Dangerous Old Men stories on Sunday, since they seem to have all been veterans. My wife is going with other church ladies to do their day of volunteer visit to the Soldiers Home here in Washington. Our fourth graders normally say hello on the third Sunday with a trip on the church bus. I have changed my background and my personal picture daily on Facebook. As we get closer to the event the number of posts about the dead increase although it isn't Memorial Day. But fallen comrades should always be honored and remembered more than we do normally.

   I was never as great a soldier as I could have been, but then none of them are but they are all trying. My grandfather mentioned he was in WWI, not to me ever, but he had really spent the remainder of his life being a minister and missionary and working for International Peace. My father came home and until I got back from Vietnam didn't really talk about his wartime work in the Pacific Theater. He had used his GI bill to learn how to fly, and then raised a family and flew. I often thought that America after World War II was deeply affected and moved by veterans that came back from their war determined to build a better life than that they had lived while in the service.  I do remember my father telling me that The Gallant Men and Combat on evening television were nothing like real war. I enlisted in 1967 because I wanted to be a soldier, Special Forces, having read the Green Beret and having a love of history and heroes. Luckily I didn't ever get exactly what I thought I wanted. My recruiter failed to mention that I was a year too young to enlist for Special Forces so I signed up for Airborne Infantry.

   Shipped off to the Republic of Korea, where my wonderful test scores gained me a slot in an artillery battery (needs of the service) and I talked and worked my way into the Fire Direction Center after making corporal as an assistant gunner on the howitzer.  Like I said, luckily I don't always get what I want, needs of the service, and tours in ROK x2, FRG x3, RVN, 82nd ABN x3, Drill Sergeant 3 yrs, finally retiring in Aug 1994.

Reading Kipling "the 'Eathan" which says it all.

   I was asked by a brother at church what era I was in when I served, I found the term 'era' funny, but told him Vietnam and Gulf War. His son wanted to know if we killed anyone, and did I get hurt. But you can't really tell children what they need to remember when they get older and need your advice, can you? Tell them it was important that you did the best you could while there, don't tell them how stupid and helpless you often felt. Maybe when they get older and into a service uniform and trusting you they may need your best answers - keep talking to them.

  Yes, sir! Veteran of 27 yrs, 5 mos and one day. I have been thanked for my service and I do hope all of yours has been all that the Lord would wish. Mine was.

Earl's View, focus on the front sight: The End is near, Repent...

Earl's View, focus on the front sight: The End is near, Repent...:   So the dramatic unCivil Was has begun, the drama and tension are quickly rising and it is all blamed upon Trump and the Media and the godl...

The End is near, Repent...

  So the dramatic unCivil Was has begun, the drama and tension are quickly rising and it is all blamed upon Trump and the Media and the godless Democrats. But really, it is me, my bad, my fault -- I did so many good and almost great things (only in my daydreams) that I can't get into the current culture, and feel so sad that so many are wallowing in it, like it is the only way to think and be. And it ain't!

   So I am the party of one, exerting some influence upon my lovely lady. And we vote soon, 5 Nov, and have deep questions to help answer. Like why can't they use simple English to write Bills and Referendums and Initiatives? Something simple like the lawyers don't need to be hired to read it for us folks.

    I have been thinking about my age, got good news on the liver, no problems. But on the two issues I vote about both are suffering from stupidity of the media and the politicians. So I am sad. I did sign up for two more Appleseeds, and one new pistolseed preview/presentation for instructors. In eleven years of Revolutionary War Veterans Associations and Appleseeds, it was only my Life Membership in the National Rifle Association that made me a domestic terrorist according to the stupid lady in San Francisco. I know she doesn't know me, and can't send the authorities against me, but she spreads ignorance and doom.

   My only defense is to continue to speak, teach, instruct, coach and love our LORD and Liberty, the Zombies and Walking Dead are on the way. The Media love the drama and build up to the climax so the fools get all the notice, my eleven years of working on the ranges with shooters and other instructors, without accidents, without terrorizing anyone, without mobilizing to stupid conflict and hate -- is no proof of anything. But it will be part of my life, since only the writers can change the history, and some of them have a message without facts just their feelings.

 

Earl's View, focus on the front sight: Great Appleseed weekend... had to be there...

Earl's View, focus on the front sight: Great Appleseed weekend... had to be there...:    I showed up and helped out, and the shooters were awesome. So many Riflemen made and repeated this weekend that the group will be remembe...

Great Appleseed weekend... had to be there...

   I showed up and helped out, and the shooters were awesome. So many Riflemen made and repeated this weekend that the group will be remembered. Officially, 8 new, two repeats and only a few still knocking at the door or wanting to grow a few more years. Saw so many happy people both days, one would wonder why more folks aren't taking the liberty built into our country to have safe marksmanship training and firearms safety instruction and a shared with friends and family event.

Kimber Custom (Ben) presenting me the 100 event recognition

Shoot Boss DRRC. Eagle Creek, OR

    Since I never signed up for this event as an instructor or shooter, there might be no official record. But the efforts of Andy and Ben came to fruition in that they were able to present me with a 100 event pin, a challenge coin and a nice note from Rusty, the National Coordinator.  Done in front of the new shooters was I hope motivating to them.

I have to write to link to the first AAR, HERE! Not the first one I shot at, HERE!

1st IIT at Wade's DAR. Dec 2008

I am retired retired, I can go back to bed twice....

  Great weekend at an Appleseed event, you know a safe rifle marksmanship instruction and shooting event, where they tell stories about April 19, 1775 in Boston, Lexington and Concord, MA. You know the ones that keep being held and no media coverage because - it is safe, it is traditional, and not worth being afraid of.  Hard to make folks fear what they understand and can control.

   Went to the bank on Tuesday, felt a little old. I was in the line with all the others that seem to be grey or white hairs, wrinkled folks. Not trusting their fingers and digital distraction devices to do online banking, (aren't there enough ways to be ripped off in the world, someone has to invent more?) We were all patient and the tellers were kind and helpful, felt good not to be concerned with politics and turmoil of value. Watching too many commercials will do that to those not watching how misled the country has become.

   Discussions after Sunday School, about the coming collapse when Trump loses, or the otherside wins, or whatever. I had to point out that we shouldn't change one bit, still have God, Salvation, and we know the answers that will work. I would guess that unbelievers don't understand how Christians work in the world. The Chinese Communists fear Moslems, Christians, and Liberty - all things that make the individuals and their family and loves beyond the perfect mindless well behaving workers that they depend upon for service to their ideal nation.

later Friday before another Appleseed.

   Finished my liver biopsy, results next week, lots of rage and foolery on the FB feed. Find my brother has been having his first experience with cancer and doctors having to do the operation twice to get it all. But he has it out and his fingers still work, now if he will allow healing to take place at our age it isn't as quick as our imagination always wants. Instant gratification is even slowing down for more profit at Amazon.com, isn't it?

   I remain convinced that Western Civilization is in decline again. There was a fine article that I read about how we couldn't do what our fathers and grandfathers did, although we have a lot of cool toys and warm or cool homes.... but as a nation we can't, the real leaders weren't made on the anvil of failure and frustration. We are looking for heroes that will save us in the two hour max time at the movies. Don't want to know who the McCoy was of the real McCoy items. Yeah, we can google it, just can't be that effective ourselves. We were schooled to be good little students, workers, consumers... and not to get out of line... Don't give up hope, just rely on God, Grace and goodness. Nothing else works. I need to prepare for tomorrow. God bless y'all.

So what wakes me at 1 in the morning...

 Well, maybe rebuilding my life in my mind's eye, where my thoughts are wildly wandering... dusty old stuff all over here. I find myself holding my wife's hand, why? She and I know but we aren't telling, we just laughed at my mother's joyful snapping a photograph of my holding my wife's hand as we strolled among the roses in France, Paris or Lyon in my memory. Her imagination of our love was always less romantic than it should have been. She shouldn't have raised such a wall flower that thought he was just cactus or bramble bushes. Just a frightened fellow that needs a thick skin with visible signs warning of dangers if one bumps into him... lonely level one...

   Well, my monitor tells me it was going to sleep, as I listen to Up on Cripple Creek, because I scrolled across it as I checked out my Course of Instruction for this coming weekend in Ariel, WA. I was doing so much better without the digital attacks of the computers for my attention and consideration and commercial exploitation of my piles of treasure.... but I have a Pacemaker check today, see how Tracy is coming with her treatment or if I have a new tech. I will visit the YMCA after and come home to maintain my Colt AR 15A4 before Beto knocks on my door to take it away... for some reason that is on my pile of political promises I never expect to see carried out, seems they won't make any money at it. If they could gain revenue they would do it, but no money no honey....

  So I sat on a bench outside the YMCA yesterday with an older paratrooper than I, he did the jump school where they learned to assemble the gliders of his day after WWII, then off to Okinawa and Korea in year two of the war... early into Vietnam as an adviser under a just planted MACV. Before SF got hot and we started shipping Divisions over there. He is the smarter than I man that talks to all the ladies as they pass by, asking bout their lives, loves and children. Makes everyone smile. Smiling works fairly well. I went off to buy groceries, stuff I wanted but didn't really need... ha, ha. Worked for me, steak last night, a nice thick one. Now I am listening to Marty Robbins and singing along to the ones I know best, which seems to be more than I thought. Especially all the gun fighter songs. Surprises me how many romantic ballads I know, too.

  Well, it isn't even 4 am now, but I can go back to sleep. Night!

Earl's View, focus on the front sight: Well. the death struggle of America continues...

Earl's View, focus on the front sight: Well. the death struggle of America continues...:      You know, the one that Jefferson, Adams, Washington and Franklin told us about, where the tree of Liberty would have to be watered with...

Well. the death struggle of America continues...

     You know, the one that Jefferson, Adams, Washington and Franklin told us about, where the tree of Liberty would have to be watered with the blood of patriots. Madison worked hard to make it stick with a Constitution that limited Federal government. They did all know what would happen when Americans forgot God and started to worship power and money thinking that good government could replace the LORD. Generations and time march on things change, I would guess the speed of everything from communications, thought, commerce, community the idea that 'we know' what is true. Most common thought is beginning Marxism, and not the famous brother comedy team. Can't do much about it, there aren't enough thinkers and worshipers remaining in control points. Education is done, federal and state governments and both major political parties are corrupt or just tainted with stupidity. One hates to think that anyone is intelligent and sucking up to the evil in poor government bureaucracy. That shouldn't be possible, should it?

    It becomes tiring to stand independent, alone or almost a tiny minority. Although the best examples of real resistance are in the devote religious sects. It they aren't LDS, Amish, Jewish, Quaker they may not survive the attacks by the AFT, or Federal Government Goodness goofs. Or they may also get wiped out by drinking Kool Aid under the guns of cult. Or barbarian invasions and the laziness of forgetting who the original empire maker was and his struggle, and how they lived in the old days.


 Really, our passion for learning makes it seem that the forefathers, and the great leaders/heroesalways alone in their quest for independence, good government, farming and industry. And they never were alone. They always came from a family, had a faith, an idea, could follow, lead or die in a cause, or write their posterity about the struggle and encourage the continuing evolution of a nation. But it isn't the nation that is important as the community to which they wanted to belong. that followed were

    Commonly now it is the State and the Individual, and from the NFL to the NBA, and WWE they echo the hallowed halls of learning and government there is only how well one does, how much can you make money and how much you can be influenced to the cause... whatever the most important cause is now, not asking more than obedience to authority, rule by law not living in the spirit. There was much more art, poetry, song and dance in our lives but it gets run off for the universal beige and subtle colors of the DMV and waiting areas to pacifying the mindless masses. It wasn't the real drab of grey, black and faded blues of the Soviet Workers Paradise less. When art, song, and poetry became the line item on a budget far below the cost of defense, security and propaganda to maintain the dominance of the Law, the rules and the few that never had to concern themselves again - well what was best believed is over.

   To those that understand, I will see you on the range, in the library, at the social point places along the way. Cling to your Faith, families and gentle goodness and good notions and spreading love among those that will accept if they ever know what is best for others. And stay engaged in life and the struggle to be worthy of the gift. We all are worthy, just don't seem to know it.

 

So, two emails to my Senators and my Congressman...

   Means I hope they get the message about my concerns, will do again later. Mostly I would like the government to leave me alone, I have things to do... don't we all?  Seems that my linkage to the

Not the NRA in America

National Rifle Association makes me a terrorist to be feared by the faint-hearted few. Some nice looking elected lady in San Francisco convinced her fellow fearful folks that all their alarm over AR anythings and mass shootings is the fault of the NRA, an organization that promotes the common use of military grade weapons among those evil gun goofs. Well, the truth is that the NRA isn't what she fears, but since urban myths are the stuff of horror fiction, thank you Stephen  King, and she knows that all MainStreamMedia (that includes you FOXNEWS) is truthful since they say the same things as her friends all do. And 'everybody knows' about the AR rifles. 
    Speaking of which. I took mine to the range and did some more zeroing and getting introduced to my fine AR-15A4, still haven't fired a box of fifty rounds yet. Too frugal, and still learning about my rifle. The thought I should take it to the upcoming Appleseed crossed my mind, and I might have but the Range at Redmond is tight and we had sold out attendance and only four crew. The first priority is instruction in safety, shooting, steady hold factors, Natural Point of Aim, Rifleman's cadence, and what Americans were about in 1775 around Boston. For sure they aren't like that any more... something happened since.  We don't cover what happened.
     I was called by a robot that wanted me to press a button. I don't answer to robots. Something about an appointment at a Cardio Clinic of the Franciscan System. I didn't have evidence of  one in my papers, will have to call and find out who requested it, twasn't me.

Earl's View, focus on the front sight: Time to quit the struggle? Why, too much stupid ev...

Earl's View, focus on the front sight: Time to quit the struggle? Why, too much stupid ev...: The King demonstrates he can't do it all.    The government is very clear, they don't appreciate the 2nd Amendment. And because ...

Time to quit the struggle? Why, too much stupid everywhere?

The King demonstrates he can't do it all.

   The government is very clear, they don't appreciate the 2nd Amendment. And because the gun goofs focus on the second part of the sentence and not the first (worrying about government overreach) we no longer have a secure Free State. We are just the lesser creatures and no longer really in charge of the nation and its destiny. We don't secure it, defend it, nor are we treated as important for more than our uninformed votes. The two major political parties ensure change just doesn't happen, the Justice and law enforcement seem to only worry about generating money, and holding back anyone that rumbles about the government. There is little evidence that the elites will have to be subject to criminal codes if they get great lawyers and special consideration.

   As long as they control the news and the message, there will always be fools sure that the government will be able to control everything. The truth is they never are, they may have to kill a lot of their citizens but the government, in all cases where the voters aren't engaged in making the right things happen, fails over half the time. Two examples in America, illegal immigration and drug enforcement. Why would you think firearms would be any different?

   Make sure you contact your Congressperson, often. They do note trends of emails and townhall points. They will follow the Party line, but keep trying.
 

Earl's View, focus on the front sight: I seem to have writer's block, which is causing fa...

Earl's View, focus on the front sight: I seem to have writer's block, which is causing fa...: First party date, son's wedding    My mind whirls on, and on. Jumping from the NRA leadership failures, absolute power corrupts abso...

I seem to have writer's block, which is causing failure to engage in life activities....

First party date, son's wedding

   My mind whirls on, and on. Jumping from the NRA leadership failures, absolute power corrupts absolutely... etc...to Congress, the Staffing of Washington, DC. Roman History and Arthurian legends and truths in generals....

  Make eggs and stuff, drive off to a church meeting about AWANAs, get schedules and training material, start to lay out my year calendar -- always pretending that another medical adventure won't interrupt. Dennis Tabb and Daniel Oh and I met with Pastor Nathan. I next need to start engaging in RWVA Appleseed events again. But today, I am off to the range for my AR-15A4 familiarization, zero and back to repack my vehicle and help my wife with household maintenance. Local area has the LeMay Family Autoshow at Marymount. Nice place to visit today, but not for me. Today also starts the Washington State Fair. They will start advertising it as 'Do the Puyallup' later, as if the fair is not as important as the rides, food and shows.

Fire Base Phoenix, Tien Phouc, RVN 1971 

  It is all important, don't have to turn on an electronic digital distraction device for entertainment. Dennis was missing his cellphone when he showed up to the meeting, had to borrow Pastor Nathan's to call his wife and find out if it was in his computer area. She didn't answer not recognizing the calling number (way to go, telemarketeers and robocalls!) She finally picked up and I heard half of a discussion about it could have been an emergency. My own failures to answer, being slow or not wanting to answer came immediately to mind so I was on Mrs. Tabb's side. Too many years of being on the end of a radio signal, or landline and knowing the other party isn't as concerned about your wants, needs nor effectiveness as you are. Write me a letter, give me the battle plan and the resources and get out of my way. Ha, ha, ha! Next time you see Mel Gibson in 'We were Soldiers' go get the book and read the last half, about the other battalions engagements with the same enemy.. cause it didn't stop when he got on that last helicopter.

Earl's View, focus on the front sight: Earl's View, focus on the front sight: What is the...

Earl's View, focus on the front sight: Earl's View, focus on the front sight: What is the...: Earl's View, focus on the front sight: What is the fear today? Lots of them being passed ... :    How does this fool notion that you can...

Tuesday morning....

  Quiet waking, my spouse came in and went to bed finally. She has been hanging with her friends from foreign lands in foreign speak, but heart warming social needs met and warmed until she had to face the cold American reality. She will sleep for many hours.

I liked quiet stand to then

   I can't sleep after morning wakend, I get up and turn off the outdoor lighting, and walk through the humming home to find, and fill the coffee maker.  If you truly want quiet you have to cut the power. Don't do that, I am not disturbed by my wife's breathing at night, I never notice silence until I take my breakfast onto the back porch and enjoy almost nature sounds. God is good. Two well cooked thick slices of bacon, two eggs and milk whipped up to gather the grease, slice of cheese for dairy and lovers salad (lettuce alone).

  No Tucker Carlson last evening, I spent time putting my CMP all Weather Sling (synthetic brown) on the new rifle and then reading to Blues in the background. I will start positions and dry practice today as I start lying to myself (great intentions gone awry). By eight I need to be on the road to the YMCA, early start is better than later making excuses for not doing my full rehab program.. I did notice as we were picking up and moving picnic tables in the park on Saturday how comfortable I am with not pretending to be strong and dangerous MALE. 'fat old man' fits and I can wear it, it is all mine. None of the ladies dress for me and I can enjoy all they abundantly display - although the credit union doesn't seem the best place to put on the slut mode. I really don't use the word slut, except to convey the shock of seeing more than I would want my daughter, wife, mother to show the public in the public.

  Mind is rapidly moving on, from thought to thought - I need to move out. Take care out there and be better than even you expected. It will be well, it will.