Passed around

“Pass it around?”

Whatever.

Yesterday was my one year anniversary in Las Vegas.

God bless America! The greatest country in the world!

Did I lose half of you already? Ok good.

I absolutely love my friends. If Northern Exposure, and Little House On The Prairie, and That 70’s Show, had babies right after an X-file abduction — Minnesota.

My Facebook feed updates me on childhood friends: photos of one guy using his blowgun from the kitchen window to chase away squirrels from the birdbath, photos of another friend tilling mulch in a wheelbarrow by hand because her tractor broke down, and of course Charlie and his obsession with Kiss and midgets.

The other day I called Bob Gordon just to say hi, and he replied with a two hour narration of how his family resisted involvement in the civil war. 

Bob Gordon had family members who were Sons Of The Revolution, and Daughters Of The Revolution. — Not to be confused with Sons Of The American Revolution.

Arm yourselves, people. Second amendment. I read this morning’s social media minutes, and let’s just say, we can’t stand each other. But as I’ve said before, we’ve not liked each other for centuries. Thanks to social media we now get to express our hatred to millions of people around the world by our second cup of coffee. Hooray!

I am not a soldier

However

I could live alone in the wilderness for the rest of my life and I’m seriously looking in to it, in addition I could be commissioned for individual outdoor tasks of labor if I saw right to do so, withal I lack the discipline of daily military regiment. I have nothing but respect for people who have that kind of willpower, I however, do not. The only systematic indoctrination I’m willing to live by is my own, for better or worse. 

It’s no secret I’m a conservative. But as Bob Gordon, or anyone who truly knows me, or has traveled the country, will tell you, conservatism and liberalism is all relative. 

A CA liberal might be surprised, disgusted even, to learn some Midwest liberals own guns, hunt, are Christians, and still believe marriage should only be between a man and woman. Nonetheless, their version of liberalism comes from their belief on how people should act, not how they think. There’s a difference between thinking a thing, and doing a thing. Did you hear that California? It is the act in itself, the motivations behind it, and how government is viewed, that divides the two parties. Unless of course you’re a Hollywood liberal in which case you’re just crazy. 

Earlier this year I wrote some political commentary regarding military, gender, religion, the progression of family values, and preservation of a woman’s traditional role in home and society, which resulted with (among several others) Mathew VanDyke friending me on social media.

Mathew VanDyke is the founder of Sons Of Liberty International. Aka: SOLI. 

I saw a documentary about SOLI prior to being friended by VanDyke. I know who he is, but I’m personally unfamiliar with him and his group. As a general rule I don’t promote groups or organizations I’m not familiar with personally. I do however support SOLI’s military dogma of ending enemy hostiles on their home soil before having opportunity to become terrorists elsewhere. SOLI’s overseas defense training for Christian countrymen in the pursuant of peace, freedom, and prosperity, is both brave and noble. Furthermore, to my understanding, many, if not all SOLI soldiers are American veterans. 

I’m no longer a practicing Christian. I’m a philosophy snob. I think I’m too smart to be shepherd but that’s me. Nevertheless, I respect Christianity, I respect it’s universal followers, I was raised Christian, I’m Biblically well read, and if it keeps the peace among any percentile, than god bless you. 

As you know there are only two genders, right? Hear that California, two genders! Man. Woman. Whatever you got going on down there, you’re going to decide one way or another, man or woman. My position on women is we should wear skirts/dresses, pick mates not sperm donors, and be the feminine example of our species. — I absolutely hate it when I’m not allowed to wear a skirt in the work place. On occasion I’m told I’m not allowed. It is my #1 pet peeve.

#2 are idiots who walk up to me and ask if I speak Spanish. First of all I’m so obviously Asian. And no. I don’t speak Spanish. English. Welcome to America.

I would be far more happier at home, taking care of domestic duties, than dealing with people all day. 

I never liked guns. Don’t get me wrong, the engineering of guns is pure genius creatively speaking, but being an artsy chick, inventing methods in trapping an enemy would be more artistically rewarding if it resembled the home defense scenes in (movie) Home Alone. — Kevin McAllister obviously grew up playing Build A Better Mousetrap!

A-hem

Dearest criticizers, 

If you honestly think I’m just regurgitating 1960’s Republican politics, than you clearly don’t know me, and you sooooooo have not read (nearly) six years of this blog. Get going!

Comparing my political ideology to a “Republican used car salesman”, isn’t an insult. You’re saying my logic is affordable. Used books, used clothes, used DVD’s, used cars, used furniture, second hand anything, thrift stores you women all love so much, everything slightly worn but affordable, and if you’re willing to learn how to metaphorically reclaim and upholster, all that affordability will serve you well for a very long time. That’s what you’re comparing my logic to, affordability. The cost of living is the greatest struggle among majority of Americans. 

Back to SOLI

I’ve heard SOLI soldiers labeled as freedom fighters. I’m not fond of guns but I will carry one and not be afraid to use it in self defense. I’m no longer a practicing Christian, but I would remain unbiased and reminisce of my Christian upbringing if allowed to chronicle and publish, in my own words, a first hand SOLI mission, or training of said, from start to finish. 

You know my writing style. 

You know what I’m about. 

On this day of Independence Americans are about to celebrate, I remind you of an Aesop childhood fable...

Better starve free than be a fat slave.

—Aesop

Happy 4th of a July everyone. 

Be safe.

And remember kids...

Wolf and House Dog

Milo Winter (1919)

There was once a Wolf who got very little to eat because the Dogs of the village were so wide awake and watchful. He was really nothing but skin and bones, and it made him very downhearted to think of it.

One night this Wolf happened to fall in with a fine fat House Dog who had wandered a little too far from home. The Wolf would gladly have eaten him then and there, but the House Dog looked strong enough to leave his marks should he try it. So the Wolf spoke very humbly to the Dog, complimenting him on his fine appearance.

“You can be as well-fed as I am if you want to,” replied the Dog. “Leave the woods; there you live miserably. Why, you have to fight hard for every bite you get. Follow my example and you will get along beautifully.”

“What must I do?” asked the Wolf.

“Hardly anything,” answered the House Dog. “Chase people who carry canes, bark at beggars,[Pg 83] and fawn on the people of the house. In return you will get tidbits of every kind, chicken bones, choice bits of meat, sugar, cake, and much more beside, not to speak of kind words and caresses.”

The Wolf had such a beautiful vision of his coming happiness that he almost wept. But just then he noticed that the hair on the Dog’s neck was worn and the skin was chafed.

“What is that on your neck?”

“Nothing at all,” replied the Dog.

“What! nothing!”

“Oh, just a trifle!”

“But please tell me.”

“Perhaps you see the mark of the collar to which my chain is fastened.”

“What! A chain!” cried the Wolf. “Don’t you go wherever you please?”

“Not always! But what’s the difference?” replied the Dog.

“All the difference in the world! I don’t care a rap for your feasts and I wouldn’t take all the tender young lambs in the world at that price.” And away ran the Wolf to the woods.

Moral

There is nothing worth so much as liberty.