Goodbye America

NO! I am not leaving America. But, I think I figured out why the Fox News article about the weapons cache being found in Zuccotti Park has me so upset. Yes, I probably should have taken the time to understand my anger BEFORE I wrote the article, but I didn’t. To all those who are offended by the subject matter or even some of the less than proper Queen’s English, I apologize. But after I went to bed last night I tossed and turned all night and finally fell asleep just as it was getting time to take my pistol-packing, AR-15 toting wife to work. That’s right, my beautiful 5’1″ wife is a correctional officer, read PRISON GUARD. But I will write more about her and the women of my family in another article.

Back to my revelation.  It dawned on me, that the country that I love, the Constitution that I swore to protect and defend from all enemies foreign and domestic, all the things that I love about America are truly DEAD.

MY America was a beautiful country. In the 50’s and 60’s things were quite different. I bought my first real firearm with money I had saved from mowing yards for $2.00 a piece. It was a Harrison and Richardson .22 caliber 9 shot revolver. I paid about $25.00 for it and a case, not not a brick but a case, of ammunition. My older brother, he’s 12 years than me, drove me to town to buy it because it was too far to ride my bicycle. (At least that was according to my mother who let us use the car.) I guess I was ever bit of 10 years old. My next weapon was a 1944 German 8mm mauser. I bought it at a drugstore that had a whole rack of rifles in the center of the store. I paid the princely sum of $28.00 for the rifle and every box of 8mm ammunition they had. Dad helped me pick out the rifle but no one asked to see my driver’s license or did a background check. I was 11 years old and it didn’t make any difference if my ad was there or not. No one would have called Homeland Security. In that day and age an 8mm rifle was homeland security.

Even before I bought those weapons I had been taught to shoot by my older brother and sister, Dad, uncles and everyone else. If I came home from school and grabbed my grandfather’s double barrel 12 guage shotgun or my older brother’s 16 guage bolt action shotgun, do you know what my mother would say to me? Did you finish your homework? That was it. Did you finish your homework? I would walk out into the fields behind the house and hunt squirrels, rabbits, quail, dove or whatever else we would eat. Me and my buddies, all between the ages of 10 to 12 years old, would consider it a Godsend when a farmer would let us shoot pidgeons from around their silos. Many farmers would let us shoot blackbirds in their rice, corn and sorghum crops to keep from losing so much grain to the birds. By God and the Republic this was America!!

Here is another little episode from my past that I will tell but not use any names out of respect for those involved. We had a nice lady who was a member of our congregation, Mrs. X. When you are little all you know is the husband went to work. Only a few times did you know what their WORK was as a kid. Anyway, Mrs. X comes to church one day and she had a black eye. Well, we were a very close knit group so it didn’t take anytime at all for the men, especially the deacons, to find out. One day soon afterward some children were out playing and saw Mr. X’s car in a ditch. Mr. X looked like he was dead in the front seat. It was almost dark and the children ran home and told their parents. Well, one of those parents was a deacon in our congregation. One deacon called another deacon and so on and they found the car, pulled Mr. X out of the front seat and proceeded to whip the snot out of Mr. X. They pinned a note on his shirt that read, “Hit your wife again and we will finish the job, drunk or not.” After Mr. X healed up he left town. Mrs. X got a divorce and married a really nice man with some small children and they later moved away. Folks, that was America!! Men in the community didn’t run to some half-baked government agency to solve a problem, they solved it. You may not have liked their methods but by God, Mrs. X was never beaten again.

Why am I telling you this. If you are too young to remember MY America, I just wanted you to know a little about what you missed.

GOD bless the Republic! DEATH to the New World Order! We shall overcome.

 

10 comments to Goodbye America

  • lastmanstanding

    CC, those were the days…look at how things have changed…for the worse. The belief is that they can all be rehabilitated.

    A site that I came across several weeks back had a blogger that was a former special ops marine. He had pulled a list(off the internet) of all child molesters and pedophiles living in his community. A good idea for those of us with kids and grandkids. If you think that these monsters are hidden now, just wait until a kaotic event happens.

    I believe that it will be the people of America who will straighten this mess out.

    Many of us have had enough…we continue to prepare, be courteous to others like us and formulate survival plans…every day helps the thinking man prepare.

  • rainmaker

    We missed you Codger. I was not offended, and if any were, they need to get over it. Whats coming is going to be AN offensive. I get a bit nostalgic lately as well. Being just a bit younger, we share similar experiences. Growing up in the 60s I remember my first job at 10 as a paper boy. Those were some of the best times of my life; I had responsibility, money in my pocket that I earned myself and the freedom to be out in the world at 5 am, just me, a bunch of other 10-12 year olds on bikes, the milk man and our favorite, the Helms man. I remember that first paycheck I came running home and asked my dad “What are all these deductions?!!!?” He explained it then that it was a system of tribute and bribes that had to be paid to organize society, but that it also helped pave roads and pay for policemen, etc., etc. I did not understand it then (and really don-t know if I do now), but back then, I did not care, as long as I “felt” free. I’ll never forget the day that I took the money I had saved (I think I was 12 or 13) and went by myself to the Schwinn shop and bought a candy-apple red 10 speed Contentintal with money that I had saved from work that I had labored to buy a bike that would allow me to go where I wanted. What a great feeling that day.

    Things have changed, thats for sure. It makes me sad to look back on it and then to see the state of affairs today. The big defference is that few, if any, 10 year olds work for their own money today, and if they did, they would not even question the money being removed from their paychecks or why.

    Worst thing is, I have worked my butt off my entire life (I had to but have always been grateful to be able to provide for me and mine. I know its weird, but I LIKE WORK. I like accomplishments). I am most sad that I did not continue to inquire about those deductions my entire life.

  • silverdoc

    CC,

    I was talking to my 7 year old son the other day, reflecting back on some memories I had about him when he was 2 or 3 years old when he stated with a sigh, ” Dad..those were the good ole days”. I had a good laugh at his “reminiscent moment”, but it gave me a chance to reflect back on my life and times when I was growing up, and how lucky I was to be essentially so happy with so little…

    First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant.

    They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn’t get tested for diabetes.

    Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-based paints.

    We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking.

    As infants & children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, booster seats, seat belts or air bags.
    Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat.

    We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.

    We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.

    We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank Kool-aid made with sugar, but we weren’t overweight because,

    WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!

    We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.

    No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K.

    We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.

    We did not have Playstations, Nintendo’s, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 150 channels on cable, no video movies or DVD’s, no surround-sound or CD’s, no cell phones, no personal computer, no Internet or chat
    rooms…….

    WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!

    We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.

    We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.

    We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and, although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes.

    We rode bikes or walked to a friend’s house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them!

    Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn’t had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!!

    The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!

    My generation produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever!

    We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL!

    All before the lawyers and the bureaucrats came along and regulated so much of our lives for our own good with their too big to fail, or too connected to jail.

    So, for now, I just pass along my past to my kid, as best as I can remember it, so he will know how brave (and lucky) his dad was to grow up in a time of so little, and yet so much.

    I just inspired myself to go run through the house with scissors…
    Keep up the good fight my friend!

  • lastmanstanding

    rainmaker and silver doc…that is why we will be hard to kill.

    I just turned 50. I’M NOT GOING ANYWHERE BUT BEYOND THIS BS WITH MY KIDS AND GRANDKIDS…God bless us all.

    Say a pray for CC…not many share what he has.

  • Silver Wave

    WE are the people our children are waiting for. WE have to take it back again. If we don’t do it, nobody ever will.

  • MPB

    CC, I am not offended either. I am only through the second of your posts today but very happy to see them! You have been missed by me. Thank you for writing this and the others – again. This posts invokes many BETTER memories of the past for me as well as makes me terribly sad to, yes, the real true depth that our once great country has now sunk too and SO fast. One not too distance memory for me was the fact that many of the guys in my high school (including me) carried knives to school (some in plain sight like mine in a leather holster on my belt – YES REALLY TOO THOSE IN TOTAL DISBELIEF). No one got hurt, knifed, threatened or otherwise. I live in a northern area of the country where hunting, particularly deer hunting, is damn near a sacred right to HS boys and others.(Not that it isn’t so PLEASE no one get there feathers ruffled. I was and am a deer hunter). In fact much of the HS male student population to this day is ABSENT on opening day of firearms deer season. My point is simply a mere 33+ years ago students carried knives in school, at least here anyway. No one was hurt by it or found guilty of a criminal action, expelled from school, etc. etc. Of course, NOW, 2011 is a TOTALLY different world as well versed in your post here. Today, even here, if you were to even mention of bringing any weapon to school, knives or otherwise one would of course be met with swift and harsh action – PERIOD! One should simple ask themselves exactly how did we get from that day to now – SO DAMN FAST. What changed? Seriously. Beyond that, just prepare as fast as you are able. As for me and my family preps continue. I hope and pray we still have a a little more time. Been prepping for four years now but there is still more I really would like to do.

    I not only am saying a prayer for you CC, but for anyone else, lastmanstanding, myself, etc, etc that can still see what “WAS” and can see us, some how, getting back on track to it. God Help us ALL!

    P.S. CC, My dear wife is a Corrections Officer too, going on almost 25 years now. Yes, she can handle a gun just fine! I was one myself for many years.

  • lastmanstanding

    MPB…thank you…You and I are similar in age. Hunting has always been a huge part of my life…The first day of deer season was a day off from school due to the amount of participants…teachers included!

    The kids that drove to school, who hunted, always had there firearms in a rack, exposed behind the truck seat visible to all! Doors were unlocked and there was never an issue…NOBODY cared. They had hunted before school or were going after…look where we are today.

    SW. I believe you are absolutely correct. When I look at my life and everything that has happened (even the smallest things) I was put here to do just that.

  • MPB

    lastmanstanding, you are welcome…. I turned 51 in July. You also reminded me of one other FACT, although I wasn’t one who had my own vehicle then, others did and yes, I well remember the rifle racks (With rifles in them in PLAIN VIEW) in back of pickup truck windows. My dad had one… THEY WERE COMMON AND NO ONE, INDEED, CARED!! Thank you sincerely for bringing that back up.

    One last thing to others before I might get grilled on this. There were a number of HS gals to that hunted back then, there are more now. I don’t want to leave anyone out.

    Folks, you really have to have a look where we used to be (NOT VERY LONG AGO) and look where we have gone (DEGRADED) in SO short a time. It’s really no huge leap to see where we are, UNFORTUNATELY, heading. God willing and with clear thinking, steadfast solid individuals we still may have a chance to return there.

    Prepare & Pray!

  • You’re on point again, CC, like always.
    I too remember those days in the 50’s when common sense and Christian morals prevailed. I must admit that being raised in rural Kentucky attributed to the richness of my upbringing. I meet guys my age today who hadn’t the fortune to experience choppin wood, killin hogs, ridin horses, ginseng gatherin, lean-to constructin, craw-dad catchin, sassafras boilin, Revival goin, pig-tail swoonin, book readin, neighbors gathering on the front porch at night story tellin, green bean pickin, river baptisin, …..days of old. Churches took care of the poor. Families took care of families. The sheriff or constable took care of the crooks and liars.
    Those days were what made men like you and I, women like your wife and others be what we are today. There are many of us, we just don’t boast about it to others as we know we really don’t know who we are talking to anymore. So many of us that I feel when TSHTF we shall survive and the globalists know this is fact.
    The was an awesome event that went off without ANY MSM exposure [of course], RON PAUL was actually allowed many, many minutes of talk time and was listened to and respected by Bachmann, Cain, Gingrich, Perry, Santorum…notice that Romney and Huntsman both declined to attend…their loss completely.
    You are so correct that protection and survival are of utmost importance in these times….
    THNX …you ole Codger you..!!
    RON PAUL 2012
    GOD, GUTS, GOLD, GUNS

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