Sunday, August 14, 2016



I’ve been on my knees, in the muck and mire, the stench in my nostrils. I’ll stand.
Unbeatable forces force me again down, but again I stand. Pain hurts, but despair kills. I’ll stand.
Do you think yourself alone, a minority of one? Still stand. One is enough, when one is all that there is. Stand.
To stand is to make a target of yourself. Stand.
You will not win. You are doomed to fail. Stand.
Better men than you have died standing, but all men must die. Stand. Do you not wish to be counted among the better men? Then stand.
Better to live a slave than die a freeman? If you ask the question, you cannot comprehend the answer. Stand.
Today is not the day? When, then? Are you so comfortable? Do your knees not ache? Man was not built to kneel, but to stand. So stand.
You were given a priceless gift, the gift of life. Do not waste it. Stand.
They will mock as you fall. All men must fall. It is a shorter fall from your knees. But fall from your feet, so as to make a resounding echo. Stand.
You can live on your knees. You will die on your feet. Choose for yourself; I will not judge. But as for me, I’ll stand.

Tuesday, August 2, 2016

An Appeal To Heaven

Less well-known than the Gadsen flag.

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Inspiration from the past

"Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death!"
Patrick Henry, March 23, 1775

“If you love wealth greater than liberty, the tranquility of servitude greater than the animating contest for freedom, go home from us in peace. We seek not your counsel, nor your arms. Crouch down and lick the hand that feeds you; May your chains set lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that you were our countrymen.” 

Samuel Adams

Thomas Paine, The American Crisis

December 23, 1776

THESE are the times that try men's souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands by it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman. Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered; yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly: it is dearness only that gives every thing its value. Heaven knows how to put a proper price upon its goods; and it would be strange indeed if so celestial an article as FREEDOM should not be highly rated.

Not yet time for the latter, no matter the provocation of the federal police deciding to let hillary's crimes go unpunished.

Thursday, July 30, 2015


I have been thinking along getting something like this for throwing in the backpack.
Notes From The Bunker on E-Tools

$40 or so for the folding mil-surplus type from the Army-Navy store locally.

The Glock shovel looks good too but is $50 on Amazon, not including shipping.

But, the Cold Steel 92FS shovel looks like the one to get ($30)

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Gaston Glock, 81, marries Kathrin Tschikof, 31

Gaston Glock marries.

Congrats to the newlyweds. Some good commentary going on over at but onesmack4u wins the internets with:

The Umbrella and the Beaver

A 90-year-old man said to his doctor, "I've
never felt better. I have
an 18-year-old bride who is pregnant with my
child. What do you think
about that?
The doctor considered his question for a minute
and then said, "I have
an elderly friend who is a hunter and never
misses a season. One day
when he was going out in a bit of a hurry, he
accidentally picked up his
umbrella instead of his gun. When he got to the
creek, he saw a beaver
sitting beside the stream. He raised his
and went, 'bang, bang' and the beaver fell dead.
What do you think of

The 90-year-old said, "I'd say somebody else
shot that beaver."

The doctor replied, "My point exactly