"One man, living again in his home state, surrounded by territory once rife with Conservatives,
and now hijacked by imported Liberals. This is the product of a self-imposed duty to continue to speak my Traditionalist Values
despite the Left's proliferation, procreation and perpetual regurgitation."

"One woman, living in a southern state, invaded by liberal policies, where strong Conservatives
were once revered. Proudly clinging to my guns. Proudly singing to my God."




social transition


Gossamer Socialist



Problem obvious

Liberty Caged, 11-4-08

Next Opportunity for Redemption of The Republic...

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Thursday, October 26, 2006

The Rising

There is no sleep so sweet and sound as that which is "stolen" from the subsequent minutes you have pre-determined to awake by. It's the feeling you get when you hear the pounding of rain on the roof immediately after shutting off the piercing, screech of the alarm clock at 3:20 AM. Afterall, I almost never archery hunt in heavy wind or rain because it is so easy to have it deflect an arrow from its' calm weather sighted destiny. As much as I love this sport, it is far too much work to exert when conditions dictate almost no chance of any success. Usually, on those mornings, I delightfully and regretfully turn over and go back to sleep.

But there are no inclimate weather sounds this early Opening Day morning. Only the slight movements of the dogs and the wife as they individually reposition to return to restful sleep almost immediately. The game is on and I hear that annual little voice echoing in the back of my head "Welcome to Deer Season 2006"!

Without even opening my eyes I sit upright and scoop up my glasses resting against my Model 66 with my right hand as I simultaneously slide my feet in waiting, pre-positioned house flip flops on the floor adjacent to our bed. Off to the waiting kitchen...

The moves and routines are familiar and warm despite not having been executed for almost ten months. I run the water in the sink for awhile (did you know to always do that before filling the coffee pot or other? It purges any bacteria growth and lead from solder joints that might have begun to accumulate since it last was opened). While the ice cold deep well water runs freely, I grind some fresh coffee beans (it's "Liberal Coffee" from my beloved cousin in the San Francisco area). I carefully stuff a fresh coffee filter in the holder, dump the black gold into the pleats and then go fill up the caraffe all the way the the '12' line. Mmmmm... Fuel, Baby!

After pulling the trigger on the dripper, I grab a Hot Chili flavored Ramen Noodle from the cupboard and pound it into pieces with my fist while it is still inside its' plastic encasement. A small cooking pot retrieved quietly, just the right shot of water (you don't need anywhere near what the directions stipulate) and onto the stove with the setting on incinerate. I prepare the little package of spicy chemicals by shaking the contents to one side and tearing a nice, straight edge off carefully. A spoon, a folded piece of paper towel on which is positioned a single, brown egg and then the Ramen is carefully opened to avoid a sudden shower of the pulverized carbs all over the wife's clean countertop.

While the water on the stove heads for boil, I step to the top of the cellar stairs and flip on the furnace switch to heat water for my upcoming "de-scenting" bath. (We heat our house with a wood stove. We only use the furnace to heat our hot water... and only 'on demand' as it takes just about 4 minutes to fully warm enough for a nice, hot shower, shaving and washing a sink full of dishes).

I summon "the girls" from their slumber for a quick step-out-the-door-*pee*-back-inside-immediately maneuver while my noodles cook and the dripper sings. The girls return to bed and me to my duties. No sitting. Nope. Technically, I am training my "system" to be accepting of the new schedule. Sitting down (until it's time) seems to slow the association process. It is very important to manage a thorough evac BEFORE getting in the treestand, as there are no restroom facilities for #2 up there! Standing through all of the lead-up morning prep activities seems to make the most of gravity's assistance. OK, scoff then... these things count.

The furnace shuts down indicating a steaming tankful of hot water and I flick the main switch off. Once the noodles are tender (about 4 minutes of boiling) I add whatever meat remnants can be scrounged from yesterday's leftovers and break an egg (maybe two?) over the whole mess, stirring briskly to use the food's heat and scramble the egg(s) efficiently. Protein and carbs. Taa! Daa! Breakfast is served (straight from the pan to minimize dishes and clean-up). Swing by the gurgling coffee pot and steal a mid-cycle cup, dump two sugars and a dash of milk to the top. The coffee is the only one I get until I'm back in from the morning hunt. The rest will get later nuked, a cup at a time, to force me into the responsible parts of my day that will follow. More than this and I would need to bring along an empty plastic Moxie bottle (too much luggage for only four or five hours in the stand... and it is noisy when empty if bumped).

While I rip snort through the nourishment and starter fluid, I check my favorite animated local radar imaging site online to verify weatherwise what I already knew from yesterday's planning... that's it... not even looking at the e-mail! Important scheduling to keep. Dish to the sink for a quick soap and water spiffage and into the drying rack. Shut off the coffee pot and unplug. Ah, the clean and disengaged kitchen!

A good dusting of the choppers is next, paying special attention to thorough brushing of the tounge. Your breath is not exempt from the needed camoflauge and deer detect fancy smelling toothpastes, too. So a good rinse with baking soda and more water brings you around towards neutral. Off to the bedroom with a light kiss for my deeply sleeping little woman, along with one head pat each for the other two girls.

Then it's time (hopefully) for the constitutional (only two pages reading allowed in hunting or gun mag of choice). The degaming shower follows with a brisk, high speed scrubbing using the good ole' hunter's Scent-A-Way Green Soap. Dry off with an unscented towel, laundered in hunter's detergent and stored in a giant hunter's ziplock baggie. There's unscented hunter's underarm killer, too! Damn. Isn't technology just so cool?

This is all very important as deer have an uncanny sense of human smell detection. If you want to even MAYBE get a chance to collect a deer, you have to de-stink yourself and your hunting clothing, period. The hunting clothes are machine washed separate from anything else in special clothes descenting soap. I use Scent-A-Way Liquid Detergent. I then either line dry everything outside or use a machine with a couple of hunter's "Fresh Earth" dryer sheets tossed in for the ride. The whole lot then gets stored in another giant clothes ziplock baggie. There are also descenting carbon pump sprays for things like boots, laces, bow, arrows, wrist release and belts. You can't go overboard here, not really. A deer's sense of smell alerts him or her even before sight or sound. If you "stink" and the wind drifts from you to the deer (they normally move into the wind's direction whenever possible), they detour and you're done, probably without even knowing they were there.

When I pre-pack the washed clothes in their storage bag, I place them in the reverse sequence that they will go on. This saves time when dressing and removes the need to think as much. It is now about 4:15 in the morning and all autopilot opportunities are a good thing, otherwise you risk making yourself late into your stand.

I can't begin to emphasize the need to dress warmly enough! Warm enough for staying warm while not moving around, that is. Blood circulation slows to a crawl in a treestand and this is a swift recipe to making yourself miserable with cold if you screw this part up. You can take clothes off if you are overdressed. You can also wish more clothes on, except that it doesn't work.

I begin always with two t-shirts. They don't restrict arm movement and they are very effective as a first step towards insulating your chest core. Next go on the drawers and two pairs of sweatpants if the temps are to be 40° or below. If your outer pants are fitted right, there's even room for a third pair when the temps are below 20° or there is wind. My calculation for wind is that every 5 mph of breeze is equated to 10° less air temperature in my clothing planning. I don't use the "thermal insulated Long Johns"... ever... for anything. Cotton sweatpants work better and are MUCH warmer.

I tuck the t-shirts inside both of the sweatpants and then pull on a single layer of insulated wool socks. If it is going to be zero or below, I will wear a thin pair of slippery 'dress socks' under them. If you put too much on your feet, they will sweat and then you will have cold feet. Good boots over the wool socks and constantly wiggling your toes keeps your circulation up and your feet warm.

The camo jeans get pulled on next followed by my favorite insulated leather, lace-up, calf high, rubber soled hunting boots waterproofed with mink oil. An all cotton camo button down shirt goes over the t-shirts. If it is going to be 25° or less (and/or windy) I begin layering on cotton sweatshirts before the button down goes on. I have worn as many as three under my extreme weather Remington outer parka when using a treestand in -10° or lower temps. Yes, it limits movement, but not enough to shoot or draw a bow, and you can be warm while standing still. That is paramount. You must move slowly and allow extra time to get in your stand when dressed this heavily or you will sweat. Sweat equals cold. I didn't make the rules.

Before the final parka goes on, I put on the catch-fall harness. It is simple, yet very helpful at keeping you from plunging to the ground in an accidental fall and lying there in the dark in a pile of bones and semi-liquid. It is therefore nice to put it on correctly and under light.

The parka is double layered also and traps a huge, puffy airspace inside. It is waterproof for about two hours or more, pending precipitation severity and wind. It also has a fold over flap that covers the zippers and quietly snaps into place. It will zip up to your chin's tip and has a very functional rolled up hood in the back with drawstrings that is also windproof. The material is very movement quiet and sports the latest in camo fashion with several zillion pockets, two of which are large enough for a sandwich each. All my hunting "tools" have dedicated locations within the bowels of this magnificent creation. There are essentials that always stay in it like a compass, a magnesium strip and some dryer lint (for fire starting), blaze orange ribbon (for marking your path while trailing blood), extra sets of gloves (I carry two pairs of back-ups) and extra shoelaces (tourniquet use in a pinch). There are seasonal hunting items, too, like a digital watch, antacid pills and toothpicks to chew on (how I stopped smoking 30 years ago).

My camo bandanna and headnet are worn in mild temps while I add a full rimmed camo hat in colder weather. Heat escaping from your head amounts to about 80% of your body's heat loss, so even minor cover makes a big difference. When it gets psycho cold, I have an insulated camo sock headmask that is very warm and just about windproof. It compromises your hearing quite dramatically, though, and I only wear it when it becomes truly bitter and ugly out there.

The velcro strap-on wrist release (a 'trigger' for the bow) goes on last and always at the house. You sure won't forget how much noise that velcro makes when you go to open it and put it on out in your stand for the first time! You always seem to remember after that.

At last, I pop open the bow case and lift the device out being careful not to bump the sights or run the ends of the bow into any walls, doors, etc.. I have a cool little "tunnel vision" screw in LED light which illuminates the fiber optic sight pins in the earliest (or latest) legal shooting times (1/2 hour before sunrise and 1/2 hour after sunset). In temps below 40° I keep it in my pocket until about ten minutes ahead of when I will need it to keep its' watch batteries warm and lively.

The bow and the parka get set outside gently... silently... on the asphalt walkway (not anywhere on the lawn area as it holds a lot more dog scent) and I return to the kitchen table to collect the last little pile of take alongs. Hunting license goes in right rear hip pocket. Mini Maglite (the best damn flashlight in the world!) with freshly recharged nickel batteries goes in front right pocket (otherwise the light case gets hung up sometimes in my catch-fall line) alongside my house key.

It's 4:25 AM. I double-check the woodstove setting, quietly slide the key in the door's deadbolt and slip silently out into the crisp blackness...

*to be continued*

Sunday, October 22, 2006

Goodbye to You (Tube)...

My e-mail this morning to You-Tube explaining why I just cancelled my account:

I no longer wish to have anything to do with your service due to the fact that you have elected to censor conservative compositions and user accounts. This is blatant, pure abuse of the 1st Amendment and I will not tolerate or in any way support it. I will immediately join, support and endorse VidiLife, who unlike yourselves, is not choosing to use their commercial service to promote a self serving liberal political agenda. I wish you the business failure you have earned.

I was MUCH more polite about my cancellation than Ms. Underestimated (and I seriously question whether they deserved my good manners!). She has used some pretty "colorful" language to register her disapproval with their Lefty political motives and I really have no problem with her style. I believe it also comes under the category of FREE SPEECH, too! By cracky, that lady's heart and mind are in the "RIGHT" place!

So, does You-Tube's policy of banning anything they disagree with politically sit well with you?

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

I'm a Treehugger...

My apologies to those who have faithfully read and commented at my blog. I have not made any mention of the fact that two weeks ago tomorrow was the beginning of archery season here and I am hopelessly afflicted with a lifetime hunting addiction. At this time of year, I am installed quite religiously in what is referred to as a "climbing treestand" beginning each morning about an hour and a half prior to sunrise. To pursue this sport avidly requires dragging my lazy butt out of bed about an hour and fifteen minutes earlier than my normal rising time of 4:30 AM. So by 10:15 AM, when most "normal people" are trying to get focused on their day and ingesting their umpteenth cup of java, I have been awake for seven hours already!

This doesn't mean that I have shut off the world and my political interests, it just means I truly have less time to prepare something truly worthy of your reading. I am in touch with the daily happenings and tragedies and am none less concerned, but by the time I have hunted, been attentive to my business and come home and prepared an early dinner for my wife and I... I am just about out of fuel! By 7 PM, I am ready for bed, yet frequently have domestic duties that prevent that for more hours still. This is, afterall, a time when there are also many winter preparation duties to get accomplished prior to the first snowflakes flying here in the icy north land! So I inevitably end up living day after day with only 4 to 5 hours of sleep. Saturday is a "full hunt day", whenever I can make that happen, and Sunday becomes a near comatose day of catch up.

So you end up doing only the absolutely "must" duties. I consider my political connection one of these but tend to use what little time I can find to read other people's excellent blogs to keep up with what they have seen as critical and comment where appropriate. This leaves very little time for writing at my own blog, but I will do it when the opportunity presents itself. Something I will NOT do is parrot news items that you can read at numerous other locations or just whip up some "fluff and filler" material so I can say I did something. That would be nothing but pure crap and an insult to those of you who give my opinions here some degree of credibility and placement. I simply will not do that.

I may try to plan a posting that would give those of you some insight into the hunting experience, however. I don't mean by this a gore and guts, bloody rambling about how much fun it is to kill things. In fact, I view the killing part with great seriousness and a deep regard for the life my hand may be extinguishing ...and I quite honestly don't like that portion at all. I was taught to only take life when it serves a purpose, such as consumption, and only when it can be done swiftly and with a minimum of pain and suffering. If you are going to eat your quarry, it is a fact of life that you must first kill it. To do it with reverence and consideration of your action is basic and essential. Hunting provides a monitored control of animal populations and it's far more humane than the usual alternative ways a beautiful animal, such as a deer, might otherwise die. If you have ever seen a deer that died from starvation, exposure or at the unmerciful teeth of a pack of coyotes that literally eat it alive you have an understanding that many in our population do not.

When I hunt, I am in a tree ...silent, unmoving, scentless. Done correctly, you are "not there". You are thereby admitted to a world that few humans are privy to at all ...ever. Their world. When I can scrape up a few more minutes to write again, I'll tell you more about it.

Until that time esteemed readers and authors, I wish each of you the very best in life. Enjoy every day and stay active in our upcoming election process and world events. I am watching, too. God bless our noble nation.

Friday, October 06, 2006

Pete Pochowski,
Milwaukee Public Schools
Hand Wringer

After Cazenovia, Wisconsin, Weston High School Principal John Klang was shot and killed by 15 year old student Eric Hainstock last Friday, prior to the Nickel Mine, Pa. Amish school child murders on October 3rd and the Bailey, Colorado school killings the day before, a Milwaukee Director of Public School Safety sees no need for training and arming school officials to protect school children.

Astonishingly, he's a former Captain of the Milwaukee Police Department, (now in charge of Public School Regional Safety for Illinois, Indiana, Iowa, Kansas, Michigan, Minnesota, Missouri, Nebraska, North Dakota, Ohio, South Dakota and Wisconsin) notable for focused public safety comments like the following:

"I grew up in District Six and started my police career as a beat cop there 20 years ago, and I was appalled by what I saw when I was reassigned to the area in 1993," says Captain Peter Pochowski of the Milwaukee Police Department. "It had become Milwaukee's worst area for graffiti [emphasis mine]."

If you have read the UPDATE #2 at the next post down in this blog, you have a taste of what a fool this man is. He opposes trained, armed guards and/or teachers in our public schools as opposed to his proposed solution which is... ???

But to anyone who has followed his history of do nothing effectiveness pertaining to his actual job, it should be viewed as his normal conduct. In addition to numerous other notable beatings in Milwaukee preceding this story and a 13 year old student who shot another student in the toe at school while showing him his gun, he has yet another child student's death on his watch as recently as March of this year:

Boy, 15, dies after beating

Family and friends of Raheim Patrick, the 15-year-old boy who was attacked at a bus stop and later died, said they could think of no reason why anyone would want to harm the teen, according to MPS officials who met with his mother and others Thursday night.

And Pochowski had similar moronic comments he made following this senseless, unnecessary death:

"He just didn't have any problems like that," said Pete Pochowski, director of security for Milwaukee Public Schools.

Pochowski said the district is assessing what security measures, if any [emphasis mine], should change as a result of Patrick's death.

"A lot of that will depend on what police say," Pochowski said. "Right now, they're following up with anybody he had any disagreements with, but there's absolutely nothing along those lines. There's no motive."

Well, there we go, huh? There's no motive so 'everybody just move along, now ...nothing to see here anymore'.

Nope, not anymore... these children are dead.

Director of Safety
(Illinois, Indiana, Iowa, Kansas, Michigan, Minnesota, Missouri, Nebraska, North Dakota, Ohio, South Dakota, Wisconsin)
Milwaukee Public Schools
3841 W. St. Paul Ave.
Milwaukee, WI 53208

TEL: 414-345-6635


Here is a poll sponsored by NBC11 in Milwaukee San Francisco (thank you for catching that, Kate!) asking whether you feel there should be armed and trained personel at our public schools that you can participate in.

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Another Room Full of Sheep

My heart is heavy yet again for people I don't even personally know. My mind cannot stray far from trying to grasp the pain and bewilderment of the loved ones left behind after their precious children's lives have been instantly snuffed out at the hands of another of society's deranged. There are no words to portray or do justice to the blackness these families must feel.

In reading the online article published in 'This Is London' I noticed that it was written as a thousand articles before it were written. It had the same old ingredients and a pieced together chronology of events as best as those viewing the aftermath could assemble.

There was a madman who was a coward and preyed upon the most innocent and naive. There were some adults, in this case teachers, who were entrusted to guarantee some kind of pipe dream security for those children. There was the police force who, charged with the duty of protection, once again simply could not get there in time. Despite their bravery, best intentions and utter commitment to the responsibility of salvaging such a nightmare, the police are not clairvoyant and they never will be. That is exactly what it would take for them to be able to discharge their responsibilities each and every time and never have victims. Surely, the repetition of disasters like this one must take a very high toll amongst our honorable police officers. It is their very real nightmare, too.

Until such time as we as a society honestly recognize the need to empower trained citizens with concealed firearms to protect the otherwise unprotected, we are doomed to live this misery again and again. More armed citizenry would NOT constitute any kind of guarantee or failsafe against predatorial lunatics like Charles Carl Roberts. There is no such thing as any guarantee in life or against the potential loss thereof. But it would give common, decent people a chance to act and possibly detour.

The more armed citizens become routine, the more pause for thought perhaps on the part of the would be assassin. This is because if there is any one thing that more often than not gets through to the twisted criminal mind, it is the very consideration that they might be overcome in the ensuing conflict that they choose to start. It is a common thread with these maniacs ...their own well being. They exhibit this trait all the time when you look at who they most often choose to accost. It is the meek, the unwitting and the defenseless. They are ruthless, murderous dastards.

God bless the bereaved families and loved ones, the little girls souls who never got their fair chance at life and the duty sworn officers who dedicate themselves to trying to stop these deplorable acts.


Read these comments from informed readers in this post over at the War on Guns!


Congratulations to Republican Rep. Frank Lasee of Wisconsin for firmly pushing the "Wake Up and Pay Attention" Button!

"Israel and Thailand have well-trained teachers carrying weapons and keeping their children safe from harm. It can work in Wisconsin."

In Thailand, where officials have been waging a bloody fight with Muslim separatists for the last two years, some teachers carry weapons for self defense as they are viewed as part of the government. In Israel, teachers are not allowed to carry weapons in the school, but security guards at the entrances are armed.

But of course we have the usual horrified, liberal PC response:

The director of school safety for Milwaukee Public Schools, Pete Pochowski, opposed the idea.

"Statistically, the safest place for a child to be is in school," Pochowski said. "We have problems in our schools, but not to the point where we need to arm our teachers and principals."

Hell no, Pochowski! ...We're burying dead school children, executed in our public schools, but "we're not to [that] point" yet, right?

Our children are around trained, armed personnel every single day. We all are. They are called...

'POLICE', you insufferable idiot!

The news flash for Mr. Pochowski and his obstructive band of head-in-the-sand dweebs is that you don't have to be a policeman to get training and the police aren't there when we need them to be!


An astounding assembly of history of the Amish is worth every second of your time here. Yet another example of Benning's amazing mind and concerned efforts! Sit down and READ IT!