LuvRPgrl
04-18-2011, 04:30 PM
Ya'll have my permission.
While I stand toe to toe with those who support our missions abroad to attack and destroy terrorists, at the home front Im right in line with Revelarts, we are giving up wayyyy to many of our rights/freedoms.
If you cant turn to America for freedom, where can you go?
As a child, I had unlimited freedom. I had neither a mom or dad.
Dad I never remember being around, save a couple of visitation visits.
Seriously, only a few.
Mom was a drunk. She basically wan't there either. My brothers and I had complete FREEDOM to roam.
My absolute earliest memories was walking home from kindergarten by myself.
By second grade I remember going out to get fed, we, my bothers and I, had to find ways to get food. The kitchen cabs were barren, just like in the fairy tales, but this was real.
I remember at the age of 7 doing my own laundry, I would fill a pillow case and walk to the local laundermat and do it. One time a cop pulled me over, he thought I was running away. HAHAH, just like "Andy of Mayberry". This was Orange county circa 1960's.
Strangely enough, we were poor but happy.
Mom was not an abusive drunk, violence was not an issue, and we were smart enough to get our needs met, except for the rent, we supplied everything we needed, including learning how to masterfully steal toys from the mall.
It actually was a happy childhood for me. We would go out exploring at all times, come home from school and do what we want. Mother was either drunk, passed out, or working at the bar.
The 5 of us, my 4 brothers and I, would go to the local rivers and lakes, crawdad fishing, built a raft and played pirates with sticks. Catch toads and bring them home. One day mom came home and we had built an entire terrarium out of glass and wood, about 4ft by 4ft, toads, water, dirt, mud, plants, all of it, right there. Only problem was it was right in the middle of the living room.
ANd of course sports.
However, this lifestyle did create a glaring problem for me.
What does this all have to do with the war on terrorism you may be asking yourself. It will become apparent soon.
As a young pre teen, and teenager. We use to jump into the back of a pickup, 1 to 10 of us. Drive down to the beach and have an absolute blast.
We could board a train without searches. There were no DUI checkpoints ready to draw your blood with a needle.
Owning a car meant a Drivers License and registration fees only. NO losing your license over child support, no smog, no safety checks.
Veterans had the freedom to smoke in bars that are open only because they literally risked their lives in WWll, and watched many of their best friends brutally murdered by Nazis.
ALL of the issues resolved by imposing govt instituted controls, would have been addressed by the private sector.
Now, fast forward to age 13 for me. Mom dies, chirossis of the liver, she finally sucumbed, at the ripe age of 36. Now Melvin, (biological father) was FORCED to take custody of us.
At first, my brothers and I were quite elated. Mom had basically been "not present" for years now, but finally we were going to be out of the poor house, able to BUY, not steal, new clothes, shoes and toys.
However, we, nobody in fact, could be prepared or able to forsee what darkness was about to come. Tyranny was on the horizon.
Balmy winds flowing over my bare arms, warm lit sunshine streaking through the windows. I would awaken and open my door to the sand, surt & D sea. Only thing, I was opening the door to my 1959 porthole windowed VW van.
I lived with Melvin for two years. The first wasn't so bad, my two older brothers were there to run interference and take some of the flak. However, as soon as they were out of high school, they left me on my own with the blue eyed monster.
TUrns out melvin is a control freak, ex army, and a cold hearted bastard. After a year of his unobstructed tyranny, I had to do something. I vastly longed for the days of poor and free instead of having all my needs taken care of by my control master.
At 15 I embarked on a journey, went to Jack in the Box, (like a McDonals) told them I was 18 and got a job working graveyard shift. Then I went out and bought a 59 VW van, and moved into it. The blue eyed monster never made a single objection, nor tried to locate me. But once again, I was finally free, it was well worth it.
Today I'm a father and husband. I am not violent by nature. But I don't back down from an unavoidable confrontation.
There are three things that will cause me to commit violence without being struck first.
There is a line in the sand, drawn with a rope. If one threatens/attacks my family, if one threatens my freedom, if one attacks me, then that line has been crossed. I will do all within my power to pick up that rope, wrap it around their neck and squeeze their eyeballs out.
I choose to attend knife fights with a gun. A big, bad gun. Life is not fair, neither are fights.
There are men didicating their lives to put a bomb under my two year old daughter and blow her into unrecognizable pieces.
The shimmering light of the new moon provides very little light in the Afghani mountains at night.
I climb the small rock mountain and reach its peak, and then begin descending into the valley of the shadow of death, yet I fear no evil, for THOU are with me.
Using my superior intelluct, I have devised a night vision scope on my sniper rifle. I spot the five terrorists preparing for a night time invasion of my house. One of my mates with superior stealth & spy skills detected these monsters.
I take aim and able to put a chest shot into two of them before the remaining realize what is happening and scatter for cover.
I then hide in wait as the three scurry up the easiest way thru the rock climb. I let the first two pass, then I stick a knife into the eyesocket of the trailing monster of the night.
Coming back to see to the commotion, I use my superior stealth abilities to get ahead of them on the trail again. I eventually arrive at a point where I give away my posistion to the two, but as they cross a point that they obvioiusly will pass, an explosion occurs, and THEIR BODIES, not MY DAUGHTERS, fly into the air in teeny tiny little pieces, their heads bloodied, but still intact.
I drive stakes into the ground and slide their lifeless heads onto them, along with an American flag, however, the flag is upside down.
OF course that isn't me, but it is a US MILITARY special ops soldier. If I were 20-45 years old, I would volunteer for this, but I'm past that.
That soldier and I met, we conferred, he offered to go in my place, I agreed. He is me in leu of my physically not being able to be there. He represents me, in essence, he is me.
Anyone who has a problem with that has a problem with me. We have the right to defend ourselves, and to make agreements amongst ourselves. If you actively work to shut that down, I will actively oppose you, you claim you are for peace, but you actually are for control also, and that in essence makes you one of them.
G Washington had everything a man could want. Wealth, status, respect, power, a wife, a home, a country. But he was missing one thing, and he put it all of it on the line for his FREEDOM.
Those who oppose us sending troops to fight terrorists are wrong.
Those who support all the excessive measures to fight terrorism in our own country, are control freaks and/or cowards.
While I stand toe to toe with those who support our missions abroad to attack and destroy terrorists, at the home front Im right in line with Revelarts, we are giving up wayyyy to many of our rights/freedoms.
If you cant turn to America for freedom, where can you go?
As a child, I had unlimited freedom. I had neither a mom or dad.
Dad I never remember being around, save a couple of visitation visits.
Seriously, only a few.
Mom was a drunk. She basically wan't there either. My brothers and I had complete FREEDOM to roam.
My absolute earliest memories was walking home from kindergarten by myself.
By second grade I remember going out to get fed, we, my bothers and I, had to find ways to get food. The kitchen cabs were barren, just like in the fairy tales, but this was real.
I remember at the age of 7 doing my own laundry, I would fill a pillow case and walk to the local laundermat and do it. One time a cop pulled me over, he thought I was running away. HAHAH, just like "Andy of Mayberry". This was Orange county circa 1960's.
Strangely enough, we were poor but happy.
Mom was not an abusive drunk, violence was not an issue, and we were smart enough to get our needs met, except for the rent, we supplied everything we needed, including learning how to masterfully steal toys from the mall.
It actually was a happy childhood for me. We would go out exploring at all times, come home from school and do what we want. Mother was either drunk, passed out, or working at the bar.
The 5 of us, my 4 brothers and I, would go to the local rivers and lakes, crawdad fishing, built a raft and played pirates with sticks. Catch toads and bring them home. One day mom came home and we had built an entire terrarium out of glass and wood, about 4ft by 4ft, toads, water, dirt, mud, plants, all of it, right there. Only problem was it was right in the middle of the living room.
ANd of course sports.
However, this lifestyle did create a glaring problem for me.
What does this all have to do with the war on terrorism you may be asking yourself. It will become apparent soon.
As a young pre teen, and teenager. We use to jump into the back of a pickup, 1 to 10 of us. Drive down to the beach and have an absolute blast.
We could board a train without searches. There were no DUI checkpoints ready to draw your blood with a needle.
Owning a car meant a Drivers License and registration fees only. NO losing your license over child support, no smog, no safety checks.
Veterans had the freedom to smoke in bars that are open only because they literally risked their lives in WWll, and watched many of their best friends brutally murdered by Nazis.
ALL of the issues resolved by imposing govt instituted controls, would have been addressed by the private sector.
Now, fast forward to age 13 for me. Mom dies, chirossis of the liver, she finally sucumbed, at the ripe age of 36. Now Melvin, (biological father) was FORCED to take custody of us.
At first, my brothers and I were quite elated. Mom had basically been "not present" for years now, but finally we were going to be out of the poor house, able to BUY, not steal, new clothes, shoes and toys.
However, we, nobody in fact, could be prepared or able to forsee what darkness was about to come. Tyranny was on the horizon.
Balmy winds flowing over my bare arms, warm lit sunshine streaking through the windows. I would awaken and open my door to the sand, surt & D sea. Only thing, I was opening the door to my 1959 porthole windowed VW van.
I lived with Melvin for two years. The first wasn't so bad, my two older brothers were there to run interference and take some of the flak. However, as soon as they were out of high school, they left me on my own with the blue eyed monster.
TUrns out melvin is a control freak, ex army, and a cold hearted bastard. After a year of his unobstructed tyranny, I had to do something. I vastly longed for the days of poor and free instead of having all my needs taken care of by my control master.
At 15 I embarked on a journey, went to Jack in the Box, (like a McDonals) told them I was 18 and got a job working graveyard shift. Then I went out and bought a 59 VW van, and moved into it. The blue eyed monster never made a single objection, nor tried to locate me. But once again, I was finally free, it was well worth it.
Today I'm a father and husband. I am not violent by nature. But I don't back down from an unavoidable confrontation.
There are three things that will cause me to commit violence without being struck first.
There is a line in the sand, drawn with a rope. If one threatens/attacks my family, if one threatens my freedom, if one attacks me, then that line has been crossed. I will do all within my power to pick up that rope, wrap it around their neck and squeeze their eyeballs out.
I choose to attend knife fights with a gun. A big, bad gun. Life is not fair, neither are fights.
There are men didicating their lives to put a bomb under my two year old daughter and blow her into unrecognizable pieces.
The shimmering light of the new moon provides very little light in the Afghani mountains at night.
I climb the small rock mountain and reach its peak, and then begin descending into the valley of the shadow of death, yet I fear no evil, for THOU are with me.
Using my superior intelluct, I have devised a night vision scope on my sniper rifle. I spot the five terrorists preparing for a night time invasion of my house. One of my mates with superior stealth & spy skills detected these monsters.
I take aim and able to put a chest shot into two of them before the remaining realize what is happening and scatter for cover.
I then hide in wait as the three scurry up the easiest way thru the rock climb. I let the first two pass, then I stick a knife into the eyesocket of the trailing monster of the night.
Coming back to see to the commotion, I use my superior stealth abilities to get ahead of them on the trail again. I eventually arrive at a point where I give away my posistion to the two, but as they cross a point that they obvioiusly will pass, an explosion occurs, and THEIR BODIES, not MY DAUGHTERS, fly into the air in teeny tiny little pieces, their heads bloodied, but still intact.
I drive stakes into the ground and slide their lifeless heads onto them, along with an American flag, however, the flag is upside down.
OF course that isn't me, but it is a US MILITARY special ops soldier. If I were 20-45 years old, I would volunteer for this, but I'm past that.
That soldier and I met, we conferred, he offered to go in my place, I agreed. He is me in leu of my physically not being able to be there. He represents me, in essence, he is me.
Anyone who has a problem with that has a problem with me. We have the right to defend ourselves, and to make agreements amongst ourselves. If you actively work to shut that down, I will actively oppose you, you claim you are for peace, but you actually are for control also, and that in essence makes you one of them.
G Washington had everything a man could want. Wealth, status, respect, power, a wife, a home, a country. But he was missing one thing, and he put it all of it on the line for his FREEDOM.
Those who oppose us sending troops to fight terrorists are wrong.
Those who support all the excessive measures to fight terrorism in our own country, are control freaks and/or cowards.