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Monday, January 30, 2006

The Mouse Story.

This turned up in one of the e-mail lists I subscribe to. Think about it. I don't know who the original author is. If you do, please let me know so proper atribution can be made. THE MOUSE STORY A mouse looked through the crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife open a package. What food might this contain?" The mouse wondered- he was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap. Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning. There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!" The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said, "Mr. Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to you, but it is of no consequence to me. I cannot be bothered by it." The mouse turned to the pig and told him, "There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!" The pig sympathized, but said, "I am so very sorry, Mr. Mouse, but there is nothing I can do about it but pray. Be assured you are in my prayers." The mouse turned to the cow and said "There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!" The cow said, "Wow, Mr. Mouse. I'm sorry for you, but it's no skin off my nose." So, the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected, to face the farmer's mousetrap alone. That very night a sound was heard throughout the house -- like the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey. The farmer's wife rushed to see what was caught. In the darkness, she did not see it was a venomous snake whose tail the trap had caught. The snake bit the farmer's wife. The farmer rushed her to the hospital, and she returned home with a fever. Everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup, so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup's main ingredient. But his wife's sickness continued, so friends and neighbors came to sit with her around the clock. To feed them, the farmer butchered the pig. The farmer's wife did not get well, she died. So many people came for her funeral, the farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide enough meat for all of them. The mouse looked upon it all from his crack in the wall with great sadness. So, the next time you hear someone is facing a problem, like those who own sporting weapons with military charactistics, or 50 caliber long range target rifles, or who want to be able to defend themselves and their families by carrying a firearm concealed, and think it doesn't concern you, remember -- when one class of gun owners is threatened, we are all at risk. We call that the "NATO DOCTRINE." We are all involved in this journey called life. We must keep an eye out for one another and make an extra effort to encourage one another to defend the RKBA at any and all costs. EACH OF US IS A VITAL THREAD IN ANOTHER PERSON'S TAPESTRY; OUR LIVES ARE WOVEN TOGETHER FOR A REASON. PROTECT THE SECOND AMENDMENT AND YOU PROTECT FREEDOM FOR ALL.


Monday, January 23, 2006


According to my site meter stats, it looks like Redmemory1 was my 2500th visitor. Thanks, Red!


Saturday, January 21, 2006

Operation Iraqi Children.

Tapscott and Micheal Yon are letting us know about how Gary Sinise has begun Operation Iraqi Children to gather school supplies for the kids over there.
I've gathered enough today at wallyshop for 6 kids. Next paycheck, I'll get stuff for a dozen more kids.

The kits are simple.
Here's the list:

1 pair of blunt end scissors
1 12 inch ruler with metric markings
12 new pencils with erasers
1 small pencil sharpener
1 large eraser
1 box of colored pencils (no crayons, they melt.)
1 pkg notebook paper
1 composition book
3 folders with inside pockets
1 zippered pencil bag.

Put it all in a 2 gallon size ziplock bag

That's it.
Supplies for a boy or girl to learn with.

Shipping instructions and other suggestions are here.

I consider this a worthy project. Read about it and decide for yourself.

Comments would be welcome either way. Let me know if you participate.
I'll be mentioning this at church to get them involved tomorrow.

If you don't want to put a kit together, yourself, but would like to help, hit the donate button, top of the side bar. Make sure you say for Iraqi children
I will try to answer every pledge.

It costs me 7.92 per kit. I may be able to reduce that a little by shopping around.
I haven't found out what the shipping is going to be yet.


Wednesday, January 18, 2006

A Fond Farewell

I am very pressed for time.
I work a 9 hour day, and I run a pistol course.
I argue for citizen rights and resposablilities on a dozen forums.
I read the news, and I read blogs.
I think there are about 40 blogs on my blogroll.
I have 29 on my bloglines notifier.
I also occasionaly blog when I find something noteworthy.

So when I see Ravenwood is chucking his keyboard out, I have a very bittersweet feeling about it.

This guy has blogged something interesting almost every day for over five years!

Hell, I'm lucky to post once a week.
If I manager to post something actualy interesting to anyone (other than me) it is pure serendipity.

I understand that sometimes you need a break.
But I'll miss the commentary.
Ravenwood will remain in my blogroll, and on my blogline notify list waiting for the day he returns.

Enjoy your family, R, and when you can, drop us a line.


Saturday, January 14, 2006

Rights v. Obligations

Any time you go to a forum that has shooting or firearms as its' reason for existence, the subject of 2nd Amendment Rights comes up. And sooner or later someone will say, "What about WMD?" I've read both the Federalist and Anti-federalist papers. WMD, Nukes, Bio, or Chemical weapons are not covered by the 2nd. Sorry, that duck don't fly. Machine guns, short barreled rifles and shotguns, mufflers, up to and including towed artillary, are covered. And unconstitutionaly supressed. But not WMD. And, yes, the founders knew and understood germ warfare. They had opportunity to spread Smallpox, and deliberately passed on it. So much for that. NOW, let us talk about what we owe society for the recognition of our rights. Let us speak of our duties and obligations. This is a topic that very rarely shows up on the forums mentioned. And when someone (me) brings it up, they are promptly ignored. Little things, like voting in an informed manner. Answering the call for Jury Duty. And staying awake durring the trial if you are selected. Paying your taxes. Supporting your elected officials. Offering alternatives to proposed legislation that you disagree with. Running for an office that you think is not being filled in the manner you want. Helping a better candidate with his campaign even if he's after YOUR office. Military service to the country. Every Male owes six years, after all... Obeying the laws. If you don't like a law, you can fight to change it, but you obey them until they are changed. The bottome line is if you don't like the way the (insert political subdivision here) is being run by its elected officials, declare your candidacy, gather your petitions, pay the filing fees, campaign like there's no tomorrow, and win. Now, do better than the guy (or gal) you replaced. Don't want to? Don't even want to vote? Then sit down and shut up.


Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Regarding Work

I have one of the most boring jobs imaginable. I mount a product to a standardized test machine and hit the go button on the computer. The testing runs for up to 3 hours, or until the product fails. Then I compile the results, and mount the next sample. Repeat. Ditto etc. This is boring, because I have nothing to do except watch the machine run (Grass growing ring a bell?). But it is for a major multinational manufacturer. It is a secure, ok paying job with some hints of possible advancement. I do tend to not bring my laptop to work with me any more... Last time was just lucky. I could have been fired on the spot. Now, what brings this out of me is that a person whose' blog I have on my bloglines list posted about her job. She did not feel secure in the position she was working. I thought about that post, and how to leave a comment that would be supportive of her, no matter what decisions she may make in the future about that employment. Like most bloggers, she included the obligatory line about being vague enough to not be identified... So, I get the comment figured out in my head, and I go to post it. Her post is gone. Deleted. Not there even. This I find VERY troubling. I thought she was very circumspect in her description of the situation she was in. I hope her blog entry is just undergoing a rewrite. But then again, if she felt the need to remove the post, then she did the right thing by taking it down. Sometimes we really should listen to that small inner voice. Especially when it says "GET US THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" Think about that. Comments welcome.


Sunday, January 01, 2006

Regarding contests

Regarding this post, Bullseye assures me "he would never do such a thing." I appologise. I guess it was just my Karma, Like when I buy the winning lottery numbers for the game before the one they are drawn.