Mike Vanderboegh puts them where his mouth his.
Archive for the ‘War’ Category
With advanced military gear like this at Kim Jong Un’s disposal, the United States cannot hope to prevail against such a mighty nation and its beloved leader, a world class master of Looking At Things.
One can barely imagine the awesome features of this god-like control console, mercifully hidden from we proletariat mud people, since only a Great Leader and his Generals, buoyed by the love of his people, can gaze upon it without permanent scarring.
We, too, might posess such glorious weapons of justice if only those evil traitorous Republicans hadn’t forced the sequestor.
We must be cautious and respectful, lest the righteous wrath of the Korean People stir them to angry singing of their noble war chant.
I’m actually a little disturbed by this. If the Glorious Leader in either nation had a lick of sanity, there’d be no real threat. But I don’t trust either of them to keep from launching nuclear war in fits of egotistical pique.
NCRenegade LT declares “A Time To Kill“:
Therefore, as much as my soul laments against the harsh truth before me, I make this declaration to my enemies who press me into this battle, that none shall be able to afterwards say “I did not know, you did not warn me”;
I do not care why you took that job with the government, or why you continue to hold it. I only know that you have become Judas and sold yourself to an oppressive state – your government office buildings and vehicles are part of the battlefield, and as a soldier I shall act accordingly.
I do not care why, as a journalist, you choose to spin and corrupt the news, rather than report the plain truth and let the people judge for themselves. I only know that you have violated the public trust in the most vile and seditious manner, and thus your homes, offices, studios, vehicles, and any other place you may find yourself are part of the battlefield, and as a soldier I shall act accordingly.
I do not care why you signed that union card. I only know that you pay dues to a communist organization which conducts treasonous works against my Republic daily – and so your union hall and your work-sites are part of the battlefield, and as a soldier I shall act accordingly.
I do not care that you only voted for the traitor because you are elderly/disabled or otherwise dependent upon government largess. Are you so ignorant and/or disinterested that you could not see through their propaganda, to the fact that your sustenance was assured either way? What have you gained now that the public housing areas you live in, and the public facilities you depend on are part of the battlefield? Though I am a soldier, I can afford you little protection, for you have placed yourselves on the battlefield.
I know that all of these places and all of these people are part of the battlefield ,not just because I am a soldier, and have experienced a few battlefields in my day; but also because our President declares that even our own homes are on the battlefield, whether we wish them to be or not, and I have no choice but to believe him; it’s not just that the NDAA passed – a battlefield is not defined by law; it’s the profound build-up of martial power and resources across my once-great nation which tells me a battle is being prepared here. Over two billion rounds of ammunition procured by DHS and its sub-agencies in the past 18 months, plus machine guns in the tens of thousands, armored vehicles, combat aircraft, drones, and other implements of war being staged throughout our nation, our home – how do you explain that except as the preparation for battle?
I will fight not because I desire it, but because I cannot justify any other course of action – when the enemy attacks, you must fight – you must kill or you will die.
As I said in comments there:
I was denied enlistment for a bad foot.
Now I am too old, and fat, and out of breath and ill-equipped, having come late to an understanding of what my duty is.
But I will stand.
I will stand, though I expect to be among the first to fall.
From a comment there: Don’t take the bait too early. Or to put it another way, don’t fire till you see the whites of their eyes.
And this, which I should have posted long ago: “What I Saw at the Coup“:
The first real jolt indicating a serious problem with the plan came when television reporter Cathy Carlsen was killed in Norfolk, shot dead while covering the commissioning of the Harvey Milk, the Navy’s newest destroyer. That she was killed was bad enough. That it happened on a “secure” naval base—a federal installation—made it much worse. Her blood splattered across the Admirals’ white uniforms made quite a picture. The videos…
We were two women born in the same year, with similar academic backgrounds. We had known each other for decades, and her untimely death hit me hard. Cathy Carlsen had been a reliable voice on the progressive side of a supposedly impartial television news network. That a respected member of the media would be assassinated was big surprise, at least to me. Up to that point, only a few federal officials and high-ranking agents had been targeted.
Then a new photo was released on the internet. I had always thought the NSA could trace those things back to their origins, but apparently not. The photo was taken through the Norfolk sniper’s rifle scope just a few moments before the murder. It showed thin black crosshairs and other reference marks across Cathy’s smiling face. And it showed some text added just above her head:
If the media lies, the media dies.
You take a side, you’re along for the ride.
A traitor in front of a camera is still just a traitor.
This single act of domestic terrorism immediately dampened the enthusiasm of most of our formerly reliable reporters to continue to carry our water.
A flood of payday spam has prompted me to hold all comments for moderation.
If you login and post one comment, I’ll never pester you again.
The Constitution is We The People telling the government what it may do, and the Bill of Rights is We The People telling it what it must not do.
And the corollary of that is that the Constitution doesn’t belong to the Government, especially not the Supreme Court. It belongs to We The People, as a collar and leash belongs not to the dog, but to the master.
Whenever We feel Our dogs straining at the leash, it is up to Us to scold them, put them in their kennel, or in the worst case, tie a particularly unruly one to a tree within sight of the pack and shoot it.
If the Constitution guaranteed the RKBA, it wouldn’t be so baldly infringed.
The Constitution is nothing more than a line in the sand; it’s up to us to punish those who dare to cross it.
The Second Amendment does not make militia membership a prerequisite to gun ownership — quite the contrary. Owning a gun and being trained in its use automatically confers militia membership, and a well armed and well trained militia is deemed a necessary bulwark to liberty.
Technically, I am an agnostic. That doesn’t mean I don’t believe in God because I feel I lack sufficient evidence; that is the skeptical stance.
Instead, I have faith because even in principle, I can not know, in the sense of possessing falsifiable, scientific facts, that God exists. I must accept Him on faith, and proceed as if I knew, as if the very equations of science proclaimed the mysteries of faith: Christ has died, Christ is risen, Christ will come again.
Mohammed’s Error in creating his warrior cult was precisely that he tried to trade belief for fact, faith for knowing. He set down specific rules and claimed that those who do not follow his rules cannot be Muslims, and deserve slavery and death. In so doing, he killed and mummified Allah, and drove himself and his murderous followers insane, right down to the present day.
People who try to prove the existence of God through science, whether physics, or neurology, or psychology, or even evolution, are committing Mohammed’s Error, and his sin: they are trying to put God in a killing jar and pin His husk to a cork board with neat little labels. That way leads to judging others, rather than ourselves, and trying to bring God’s wrath on them on God’s behalf, and thence to hell on Earth.
I’m talking to you, Vox, not just the Gaia-ists and behaviorists.
[I've also made some small tweaks to previous sections of this post for grammar and clarity.]
Raise your hand, everybody who thinks Oleg Volk is a defeatist shill for the CSGV.
OK, kids, there’s a BD release of Red Dawn, the original, on the big screen in the media room. Road House is laying on top of the player, too. Swaze double feature. Doris will be serving popcorn with Jack & Coke. Have fun!
OK, Millicent, you may bring in the cigars and cognac, please…. Thank you. You may retire for the evening.
Time for grown up talk. Mr. Volk, you have the floor.
[Mr. Volk details the problems of insurgents fighting regulars, then concludes:]
I am a great fan of rifle marksmanship. But we shouldn’t overestimate its value in warfare. Unsupported by regular troops, most snipers die quickly. Most hunters may be marksmen, but they aren’t even snipers — that skill set goes far beyond the basics of fieldcraft and marksmanship required to bring down deer.
For that reason, the reliance on armed response indicates a loss for the side forced to fight as insurgents. The kind of expedients required for a successful guerrilla campaign tend to warp all participants out of recognition as the “forces of good”. So our best bet is political proselytizing and raising the next generation to love freedom, and to respect the freedoms of others. The opium pipe dreams of the “restoration of the Republic” through another revolution are best left for those who don’t much value a connection to reality.
That was sobering, yes. Another round of cognac?
This is why I will be voting for Romney. I’ve even volunteered as a poll worker.
Not because I think Romney, or any of the current crop of politicians, or any politician ever, can remotely save us.
But because we can use him to buy a little time, in order to raise “the next generation to love freedom, and to respect the freedoms of others”
I’ve heard the argument that real Americans, real libertarians, would actually vote for Obama, in order to bring the abscess to a head.
The American people are not ready for a large scale, take-back-the-government revolution. I pray they never will be, because I don’t think you can predict the outcome of such a catastrophe. And see again Volk’s dire warning: “The kind of expedients required for a successful guerrilla campaign tend to warp all participants out of recognition as the ‘forces of good’.”
We cannot arm ourselves and train ourselves sufficiently to even attempt such a thing, not this late in the game. We do not have the time or resources to do that.
All we can do is fight the usurpers one bad police raid at a time, even if we die doing it. If you don’t die on the spot, you turn yourself in and take responsibility for your actions.
Build local militias for mutual self defense. See to it that the next generation of SWAT teams and soldiers know, by their raising, what they will face if they attack their fellow citizens.
Key word there: “defense.” We will lose a revolution. The First American Revolution succeeded in part because the British were dangling at the end of a very tenuous supply chain. The Second American Revolution, aka The Civil War, War Between the States, or The War of Northern Aggression, whatever, failed, horrifically, because it was fought on our own home soil. Anybody who thinks that the American military machine wouldn’t be able to squash a similar rebellion now, quickly and overwhelmingly, is fooling themselves, because the American military is all over the place, with multiple supply lines and instant communication via multiple channels.
We cannot win a revolution. The most we can hope to do is make tyranny too expensive.
The Romney election is but the merest, thinnest sapling to grab hold of as we slide down the cliff into tyranny. But at this point, I’ll take anything I can get, and it might be just what we need to get firmer footing.
There’s a lot of talk of preference cascades these days. We’re not just seeing the one building against Obama. It’s building against the whole Democrat/progressive/socialist/statist schema. I believe the American people are waking up, getting their bearings, hearing the lies for what they are. The columns of the State are but foam stage props; the bright lights bring out the flop sweat, the popcorn of hope is stale, and the soda pop of change has gone flat.
And the stink of rotting donkey and elephant dung pervades.
Change wind arisin’. But please that it doesn’t fan the flames of revolution.
I’m too old for that.
…And now I think we’re just in time to catch Road House.