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Wednesday, October 29, 2014

It Don't Mean Nuthin': by Gary Jacobson

"It Don't Mean Nuthin'" ...

It Don't Mean Nuthin'

by Gary Jacobson © 2003

“It Don’t Mean Nuthin’”
A phrase oft repeated in Vietnam, worn paper thin
By soldiers used an awful lot
When it’s gettin’ bricky hot...
Under pressure with lives on the line
Melancholy existence on a definite decline.

“It Don’t Mean Nuthin’, they say”
Turning stone-faced from fears to walk away
As though something's stolen part of their soul
Left no way sorrow's grief to console
Led too far astray in hell's battles darkning gray
Forever boyhood humanity to betray...
Staggering memories stored way down deep on the pile
Hidden from the light of day...for awhile!
"But It Don’t Mean Nuthin’"

It Don’t Mean Nuthin’
He says, when things happen that mean plenty
To tough combat grunt gentry
As things in war too often do...
Boiling over in Nam's killing zone damps and dew
Not able to face it
Not now...
Too painful to think about it
Not now...
So forget about it...
Bag it
Take this shit and shove it
Nuthin’ I do or say makes any difference anyway
So put it on the back burner till another day
Pretend it didn't happen
Cause “It Don’t Mean Nuthin’”

It Don’t Mean Nuthin’
Means he couldn’t handle it that day
So he walked away
Fraught with a lonely stare of dismay
Repressed it...denied it
Sick of it...belied it
Pushed it down somewhere in the back of reality
Crammed down a crack of the last vestige of sanity
Lost in the context of where he was going
In order to go on doing what he was doing
Heartsick from unbearably painful sights
Took that next step away from unthinkable afterthoughts.

"It Don't Mean Nuthin'" ...

It Don’t Mean Nuthin’
He says, when the world seems so unfair
In a world of unimaginable danger a very soul will unbare
Ordered to walk point again
And it wasn’t even his turn
A shock
Load and lock
Go forth, yours but this violence to pursue
Go forth, as fears in the shadows ensue
Ordered to hump into the heart of the gloom
Dead weight on your shoulders of impending doom
In an alien, unknown war virtually alone
Without a love of his own.

It Don’t Mean Nuthin’
Cause nobody cares if you don’t want to
Never quite ready are you
For dedicated men constantly trying to kill you
Preoccupied with your dying
In wait for you lying...
Here, there, along jungled treeline
Prone behind that entangled vine
Just off the trail in a ditch's rocky incline
Go, dive deeply into this living nightmare impacted
By some politician back home patriotically advocated
Cause “It Don’t Mean Nuthin’”

A kid begging for candy has a grenade strapped to his back...
It Don’t Mean Nuthin’
When you kill your first man...
“It Don’t Mean Nuthin’”
Forever haunted by the last look in his eye...
“It Don’t Mean Nuthin’”
Receiving a “Dear John” from your girl, diamond ring inside...
It Don’t Mean Nuthin’
Tormented by water, leaches, footrot up to my thigh
It Don’t Mean Nuthin’
You didn’t want to live forever, did you?
Cause "It Don’t Mean Nuthin’”

"It Don't Mean Nuthin'" ...

No one back home can ever understand
Not even begin to comprehend
Feeling hot, sticky blood On your hand
Blood of your enemy
Paying dear for his tyranny
Or is it your own blood...maybe your buddy?
“It Don’t Mean Nuthin’”

You cry out in a primal scream of despair...
Welling inside voice a swear
“Where, dammit, where
In this fetid land is hope?"
Principled men, good men, find it so hard to cope...
But when in still silence comes momentary lull in the fray
Nestles a tear in the tough guy’s eye that day...
“But It Don’t Mean Nuthin’”

It Don’t Mean Nuthin’
When your best buddy...
On the narrow banks of rice paddy muddy
Your brother in arms
Steps on a land-mine in this world of harms
And as they do every blasted time in this festering hole
That mine blew a hole in his soul...
He lost his leg...
Hear him screaming for his mother beg...
Bloody and torn...
Lost and forlorn...
Hear him as like a baby he cries
Hear his last gurgling cry before he dies
Hold him as he lost his life...
Who’ll tell his wife
“It Don’t Mean Nuthin’”

Calmly wash the blood off your hands
Now lonelier in these alien lands
Yours but to bite the bullet...and go on
Now your brother’s bloodied and gone
To a far-off soldier’s hell for Nam's sins to atone
Leaving you to pick up the pieces...
Fighting hard to keep from going to pieces...
“An It Don’t Mean Nuthin’ you say”
As you slump to the ground to pray...
End of subject...
You say, with lowly feelings abject
“It Don’t Mean Nuthin’”
Repeating a phrase growing increasingly thin.

You feel the horrors eating at you so bad
Yet, know you can’t afford feeling so sad
You've still got to keep your head about you
Raise beleaguered eyes to go on and do
For when being alert “is” life or death important...
You cannot relent.
Put away thoughts welling from soul depths cruddy
Wearing you down like a liquor besotted toddy
Can't afford thinking of your buddy
With the far away eyes
There's no time for grieving those mindless sighs
Just put him into that body bag filled with his agonies
“Cause It Don’t Mean Nuthin’”

"It Don't Mean Nuthin'" ...

There's no time to cure an unbelieving stare
Malevolently looking to the forests to dare
Carry him to the medevac dustoff...
You'll go insane unless the memory you blowoff...
With every fiber of your deep down being loving him
Wishing there was something more you could do for him
Feeling guilty...
In the war’s greatest travesty...
Trying not to cry
why wasn’t it you had to die...
“God...it Don’t Mean Nuthin’”

“Say it don’t Mean Nuthin’”
And just turn and walk away
When you just can’t handle it till some other day
Some far off day...
Only another vet can understand
Only another vet can comprehend
One who’s walked the rim of the last mile
One who says he never again will smile
Spending time still searching "the park"
From dawn till dark
Bravado belying the fateful tear
Hiding deep down inside his fear
Death's specter still hovering gruesome near
Into the valley of the shadow I shall not fear
Cause "It Don’t Mean Nuthin’”

You didn’t want to be the one from the medevac
To turn your back
Face the creeping forest motley black...
Just turn and walk away
Back into the heat of deadly fray
Back where people try to kill you
You don’t plan to live forever, do you?
You know it’s now your turn to bleed
Plant in Vietnam your precious seed...
“But It Don’t Mean Nuthin’.”

Now when you hear vets say, “It Don’t Mean Nuthin’”
Just know...it means Everything!
Gary Jacobson - The Vietnam Bard

Gary Jacobson
"The Vietnam Bard"
1st platoon, B Co 2nd/7th 1st Air Cavalry 
Vietnam '66 - '67

Other Posts by Gary Jacobson

My Vietnam Story

“I am only one, but I am one. I can't do everything, but I can do something. The something I ought to do, I can do, and by the grace of God, I will.” ~Everett Hale

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Monday, October 27, 2014

Of Subs and Dolphins: by Russell "Rusty" Daily

Russell "Rusty" Daily and Wife, Kathleen

I'm proud of what I did, but I'm no hero.

I would like to say, in my younger years I was a gung ho 18 year-old wanting to join the service and defend my country. I wasn't.

What I really wanted to be was a surveyor. Back then, I didn't have the money for school, so I joined the Navy to get an education.

During my induction, I took a test that showed I was fairly intelligent.

After the test, a guy recruiting for the Nuclear Navy asked me if I was afraid of tight places. I told him I didn't think so, so he asked if I would consider submarines. 

He went on to tell me about all the good things regarding nuclear power, its projected use in the world, and the many possibilities for employment, once I was discharged. So I said Okay.

Well, I went through boot camp, machinist mate school, submarine school, nuclear power school, and then on to the nuclear prototype in New York. After that, I was sent to Hawaii to await duty on the Tecumseh's Blue Crew.

Nuclear Missile Subs had two crews. One out and one in to keep the missiles deployed for as much time as possible.

Dolphins for Submarine Qualification
It took two patrols to become qualified in submarines, which resulted in the distinct honor of wearing dolphins. It has been the proudest day in my life, so far.

While on the boat, I qualified on six watch stations, as required by my billet. It was an easy life, if you didn't mind being under water for two months at a stretch.

We were safe and warm inside our metal cocoon. There were no bullets, swamps, or dying for us. There were no harrowing stories of night patrols, tunnel fighting, or holding a dying buddy in our arms.

We enjoyed our time off in Hawaii, chasing women, getting drunk, and having the time of our life. As they say. Young and dumb and full of ....

Blue Crew
I don't know how I would have fared, had I been sent to Vietnam. It is my hope that I would have done my duty in a proud and distinguished manner, as would have been expected of me. 

I never considered myself a hero, a word that is perhaps used too much. Those who fought, whatever the cause, are the true heroes.

What my shipmates and I did was necessary because of the cold war and that crazy f'ing Khrushchev. We had to insure mutual destruction in order to keep the peace, so to speak.

What we did was important, but in my heart, it's the warrior we should forever give our thanks to.

God bless them all.

Russell "Rusty" Daily
U.S. Navy Dec. '63 - Nov. '69
Nuclear Missile Submarines
Tecumseh's Blue Crew

“I am only one, but I am one. I can't do everything, but I can do something. The something I ought to do, I can do, and by the grace of God, I will.” ~Everett Hale

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Sunday, October 26, 2014

A Nation Unwilling to Change: by Lance L. Pinamonte

Lance Lincoln Pinamonte
I am now an old man, with only memories of simpler times, when as a young boy, I was taken out on a Saturday afternoon for some target practice, shooting cans off of fence posts far out on the high plains with my Uncle.

The lessons passed down from generation to generation, the basics of gun safety, hunting, and responsibility still ring in my ears..

Then times changed.  At seventeen, taking the place of my Uncle, a Drill Sargent was screaming in my ear about the difference between a Gun and a Weapon! 

The same message was present: safety and responsibility, however, the hunting part had changed. We were now hunting humans. 

I could sugarcoat the message and say we were defending our country, but we were thousands of miles away from our country.  We were the front lines against Communism, a system we had been conditioned to dislike.  The truth was, most of us didn't even know the meaning of the word.. 

So, we pushed the child beggars away in the streets, gave them candy bars instead of meals, moved whole villages to the city slums, defoliated their landscape, and we put our chosen leaders in charge.

We also did good. We built schools, hospitals, and tried to promote freedom, introducing democracy to a people, who in many cases, could not understand what it meant. 

As we did these things, we were never far away from our firearms.  We slept, ate, and spent every day with a weapon by our side. We kept them clean and we kept several hundred rounds of ammunition close at hand.

Guns as a Security Blanket
These firearms were our closest companions, our security blankets -- but they were security blankets with bullet holes.  Most of us saw first-hand what these security blankets were capable of. 

Some of us held our friends while their blood ran into the Vietnamese soil. Many are still haunted by the faces and names of those who once laughed and lived and fought beside us. 

We held our weapons closer, kept them cleaner, but men still died. Everyone had a weapon and yet no one was safer ...

So this brings me to today. I own firearms and they are kept clean and secure. I do not shoot often and I do not hunt anymore. It is hard for me, because I know what it feels like to be hunted. 

The right granted by the Second Amendment of our Constitution comes with great responsibility. It is not there to back armed rebellion. We have a system that is capable of overthrowing governments. It is called the VOTE. The firearms we own are for protection of this system of democracy, our homes, our property, and our families.

All this being said, it is no longer the 1950's.  Many gun owners are not passing gun safety and responsibility along to their youth.  Mental health is paramount to responsible gun ownership, and our population has grown way beyond what our nation's founders could ever imagine. 

We have powerful organizations that promote gun ownership, and groups that promote the absence of guns. Both are acting like selfish children. Those in power are passing feel-good measures that do nothing to slow gun violence.  The other organizations are promoting more guns as a safe solution.

Change is always hard.  The solution is very plain -- but no one wants to back it. First we need to scrap all of the present gun laws on the books.  They amount to nothing more than putting a Bandaid on a bleeding artery. 

Licensing of gun owners:  you must have training on safety, responsibility, liability, as well as a mental/criminal background check. Once you have this license, you can carry open, or concealed, and own as many firearms as you want. These weapons can be sold, gifted, or passed on, but only to another licensed person. We must be trained and licensed to drive a car -- it should be much the same with firearms.

More guns is not the answer, but no guns is not the answer either. The security blanket of gun ownership is getting very ragged and it needs to be repaired ... 

God Bless America.

Lance Lincoln Pinamonte

Lance Lincoln Pinamonte
U.S. Army - 1967 to 1970
67N30 Crewchief/Doorgunner Helicopter Mech.
Champagne Flight

“I am only one, but I am one. I can't do everything, but I can do something. The something I ought to do, I can do, and by the grace of God, I will.” ~Everett Hale

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Thursday, October 23, 2014

Do Guns Equal Safety?: By Byron Edgington

Byron Edgington
CJ:  I'm reluctant to stoke the political fires creeping into the Vietnam blog, but Mr. Fox's entry today, A Worthy Rebuttal to Mr. Garrison, reminded me of yet another side to the 'guns equal safety' belief. 

For those who believe that gun ownership automatically equates with safety, I humbly offer this story. It is indeed anecdotal. But it may shed a bit of light on a volatile issue in society, the rights of gun owners vs those who demand saner licensing and oversight of weapons.

For the record, I count myself among the latter. Did this incident in Vietnam affect my belief that guns should be closely monitored? Perhaps. You decide. And when you do, try to put yourself in the place of those men building the bridge, or their families.

From Chapter 12 of  The Sky Behind Me, a Memoir of Flying and Life.

The friendly fire incident is a reality of war. Take a passel of scared, twitchy young men, add a dash of self preservation, a measure of loaded weapons, and a dose of official sanction to go forth and kill something, and the table is set for a tragic mis-identification accident.
Vietnam had its share of those sad events. One of them almost had my name scribbled in the After Action Report. It happened close to home base, and in a reasonably secure location, which likely factored into the episode. 

My guard was down, but all the ingredients were in place: the frightened young soldier, the instinct to preserve his own life, a loaded weapon, and the sanction floating in his nervous brain to shoot first and question later.

It was late October 1970. I took off that morning with Gil, a new-in-country Peter Pilot I’d not flown with and a rookie door gunner, a fellow I’d just met that morning. I’ll call the new gunner Ken to protect his ‘exotic’ behavior. 

Byron and his Huey
The mission was a simple resupply of a nearby firebase named Brick. Firebase Brick was within spitting distance of Camp Eagle. 

As the morning wore on, I flew in several loads of beans and bullets, mail, and assorted other items of ash and trash to the GIs on the firebase. 

Approaching Brick from the north for the first time, I saw a squad of American troops below. They were building a bridge across a stream a quarter mile from the firebase. 

On every subsequent approach to the base I flew directly over those men. It became a routine: my Huey rattled overhead a couple hundred feet above them; the bridge-builders waved; my crew waved back, and then I’d land at the firebase. The routine went on all morning, for perhaps six or eight landings.

On my last resupply drop before refuel, I cruised toward the firebase, angled lower, and set up my approach to Brick’s dusty helipad. I called the pathfinder on Brick to advise him by radio that we were inbound again, to see if his cannon cockers had any outgoing rounds. The tubes were cold, so I continued my approach. 

As I passed over the bridge builders below, for about the tenth time, I took no note of them. I was watching the fuel gauge, doing the mental math on how many loads of resupply there were before I had to dee-dee to the POL point. The radio was silent. Weather was benign. Wind was calm. Then fireworks.

As I passed over the bridge builders once again, my new door gunner’s .30 cal erupted, spraying deadly rounds downward into the jungle. Bullets snapped and crackled outward, bracking like a buzz saw. The hair on my arms prickled. My heart went ballistic. Out of instinct, I wrenched the controls hard left, and jerked in power. The Huey arced over like a scalded cat. The next few seconds were a blur.

Gil screamed at the gunner. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“They’re building a bridge down there!” Ken screamed, as his gun fell silent.

Gil scrambled across the cabin. He shoved Ken away from the gun, and jerked the belt out of the weapon’s magazine.“Those are friendlies!” Gil yelled.

My radio squealed the frantic voice of the pathfinder. “Bad guys out there?”
“No bad guys,” I said. My heart slammed, hoping no one was hurt. “Any casualties?”
The pause lasted maybe five seconds, the longest five seconds of my life, while the pathfinder checked with the bridge builders. To my everlasting relief he said, “Everybody’s okay...pretty shook up, though.”

I apologized for the incident, and made sure Gil had the new man’s weapon secured. Then I raced back to Camp Eagle with ‘Ken,’ and personally escorted him away from my Huey. He never flew again. I could only conclude that he’d been spooked, or had pot for breakfast, something.
For days afterward, I dissected the event, wondering what I could have done to avoid it. I shuddered, thinking of what might have happened. Dead men, grieving families, official inquiries, and the ongoing component of military operations for all time—bereavement calls, chaplains at front doors, flag-draped coffins. 

All because some young, scared, rookie kid with a lethal weapon, a bolus of testosterone, and orders to kill something saw the ‘enemy’ “building a bridge.”

“I am only one, but I am one. I can't do everything, but I can do something. The something I ought to do, I can do, and by the grace of God, I will.” ~Everett Hale

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Wednesday, October 22, 2014

A Worthy Rebuttal to Mr. Garrison: by Frank Fox

Frank Fox
I am shocked and appalled at Mr. Garrison's dissertation, "America: A Constitutional Republic". A bigger tub of venomous slop I have never read. 

He takes the very thread of our Democracy, (I know he is like many others and hates the term), throws it on the floor, and weaves his own caustic fabric of untruths. 

He takes many quotes from the early age of this great Democracy and bends them into a nest of snarling and gnashing teeth against our Freedoms.

I remember when Democracy and God were used in the framework of our country to describe what we believed and what we stood for. Now days, Democracy and God are being taken away by those like Mr. Garrison, who say, "We need to kill anyone who tries to take away our guns." 

Why does anyone have to die? We have to have law and order.

Mr. Garrison is supporting status quo. Do nothing and we will continue to lead the world in senseless killings, but we will be able to continue to leave guns unlocked and loaded? We will buy weapons that have no place, except on a battlefield, and say they are for sport.

He twists what the Constitution means with regards to "Our Right to Bear Arms". When that portion of the Constitution was written, it applied to folks who had black powder muskets behind their back doors for providing food for the table and the militia (family men who may band together in the absence of law enforcement and a military force to protect property and their families).

Now we have an organized police force and trained military. He doesn't trust you, or me. He wants to shoot and kill anyone who doesn't vote his way. He is right though, but it's closer to say that 90% of Americans want gun legislation, not 99%.

Guns are as safe as hammers, if in the hands of the right people. Mr. Garrison wants the status quo of anybody who can pick one up can have one. It is the people who are bad, not the gun. So, what we need is legislation to prevent them (the bad ones) from having them.

We also need legislation to restrict the high kill rate weapons from getting into the wrong hands. The government doesn't mind anyone having a hunting weapon, like many available in various calibers, or the shotguns. However, they should be in a safe place, not leaning against the wall loaded for children to pick up.

We need legislation to have serious consequences for violation of guns laws. We must not let a small group dictate to the majority what is good for all of us. Mr. Garrison tries to make it sound noble, but he is far, far from it. If I were his neighbor and we disagreed on the subject, he may decide I am someone who needs to be killed some night during one of his rants.

We need to preserve Democracy and God in our everyday life.

Garrison doesn't give us a chance to explore how Franklin, Washington, or others, might feel today about gun ownership, since they are not here. To suppose he can, would be to say he is as smart as they are, and I don't see that. He is just afraid someone will take his toys, something that makes him feel equal to others. People like Jefferson, Washington, Franklin were armed with intelligence, hence the pen truly is mightier than the sword.

Please don't confuse real American contributors with lobbyist and PAC's. I would ask that, if you were a Conservative, you would deny it and say you are a libertarian, or worse yet, a member of the T-Party. To follow you and your ilk would be to take us to a path of slavery over and again. Then who do we kill?

I'm sorry, but his rant is just too offensive. I own a 9mm weapon. It is legal, locked up and unloaded, at this time. The government is not opposed to people like me owning a weapon. However, it does have an issue with folks who sell guns to drug cartels, and will have to find another legal way of making a living. It also has an issue with guns being able to get into the wrong hands.

To do it your way, Garrison, would only insure that American will lead the world in violent deaths from illegal guns held by illegal owners ...

Frank Fox
Combat Medic
Sea/Air Rescue
US Navy with USMC
August 1964 – August 1970 (6 years 1 month)

More Articles by Frank Fox:

The Marine and the Cure
More Thoughts on War and Youth
Opinions, Thoughts and Feelings
A Different Perspective

“I am only one, but I am one. I can't do everything, but I can do something. The something I ought to do, I can do, and by the grace of God, I will.” ~Everett Hale

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Tuesday, October 21, 2014

America: A Constitutional Republic: by Dean Garrison

The Constitution of The United States
Dean Garrison (born 1955) is a contemporary American author and crime fiction novelist. 

He was born in Michigan, grew up in the Indiana, Illinois, and Texas, and received his B.A. degree from Ferris State University in Big Rapids, Michigan.

Garrison is now a Crime Scene Technician in West Michigan. His research in the fields of Crime Scene Investigation and Shooting Reconstruction are widely published in forensic journals under the name of D.H. Garrison, Jr.

“I feel a tremendous responsibility to write this article, though I am a little apprehensive. Thinking about the possibility of anyone rising up against our government is a frightening thing for many of us. I am not Johnny Rambo and I will be the first to admit that I do not want to die.

The reason I feel compelled to write this, however, is simply because I don’t think the average American is equipped with the facts. I feel that a lot of American citizens feel like they have no choice but to surrender their guns, if the government comes for them.

I blame traditional media sources for this mass brainwash and I carry the responsibility of all small independent bloggers to tell the truth. So my focus today is to lay out your constitutional rights as an American and let you decide what to do with those rights.

About a month ago, I let the “democracy” word slip out in a discussion with a fellow blogger. I knew better. Americans have been conditioned to use this term. It’s not an accurate term and it never has been a correct term to describe our form of government.

The truth is that the United States of America is a constitutional republic. This is similar to a democracy, because our representatives are selected by democratic elections, but ultimately, our representatives are required to work within the framework of our Constitution. In other words, even if 90% of Americans want something that goes against our founding principles, they have no right to call for a violation of our constitutional rights.

If you are religious, you might choose to think of it this way:  say that members of your congregation decide that mass fornication is a good thing. Do they have the right to change the teachings of your God? The truth is the truth. It doesn’t matter how many people try to stray from it.

Did I just compare our founders to God? In a way I did, but please note that I am not trying to insult anyone. For the purpose of the American Government, our Constitution and the founders who wrote it are much like God is to believers. It is the law. It is indisputable.

Our founders did not want a “democracy”, for they feared a true democracy was just as dangerous as a monarchy. The founders were highly educated people experienced in defending themselves against tyranny. They understood that the Constitution could protect the people by limiting the power of anyone to work outside of it much better than a pure system of popularity.

A system of checks and balances was set up to help limit corruption of government and also the potential for an “immoral majority” developing within the American People. We have forgotten in this country that we are ultimately ruled by a Constitution.

Why is a democracy potentially just as dangerous as a monarchy? Let’s look at something that Benjamin Franklin said because it answers that question more fully and succinctly than I can.
“Democracy is two wolves and a lamb voting on what to have for lunch. Liberty is a well-armed lamb contesting the vote.” --Benjamin Franklin
Even 230+ years ago, our founders were perceptive enough to realize that democracy was a dangerous form of government. How so? Because the citizens of a country can become just as corrupt as any government. We have seen evidence of this throughout history. Ask Native Americans and African-Americans if this population can become corrupt.

I think today, we are seeing evidence of what Franklin was trying to tell us. Just because a majority of people may support certain ideas, it does not mean that those ideas are just. In simple terms, just because most Americans love our president and voted for him does not mean that he has the power to go against our constitutional rights.

Next I’d like to review the text of the Second Amendment. It is very clear. This is the law of this land. So when Senator Feinstein or President Obama talk about taking your guns, you need to think about something. Are they honoring their sworn oath to uphold the Constitution?

Second Amendment
This is a pretty clear statement. The fact is that it took 232 years for the Supreme Court to even rule on this amendment because it has never been successfully challenged. 

In 2008 a case of Columbia v. Heller the Supreme Court ruled that a handgun ban in Washington D.C. was unconstitutional. One also has to take this into consideration. 

The Supreme Court supports your right to own guns. If you want to research this decision further you can start there.

Those who try to debate the spirit of the 2nd Amendment are truly no different than people who will try to take Biblical quotes out of context to try and support their immoral decisions.

The founders were very clear on the intent of the 2nd Amendment. Let me share a few quick quotes here:
“The strongest reason for people to retain the right to keep and bear arms is, as a last resort, to protect themselves against tyranny in government.” --Thomas Jefferson 
“Firearms stand next in importance to the Constitution itself. They are the American people’s liberty teeth and keystone under independence … From the hour the Pilgrims landed, to the present day, events, occurrences, and tendencies prove that to insure peace, security and happiness, the rifle and pistol are equally indispensable . . . the very atmosphere of firearms everywhere restrains evil interference – they deserve a place of honor with all that is good.” --George Washington 
“The Constitution shall never be construed….to prevent the people of the United States who are peaceable citizens from keeping their own arms.” --Samuel Adams

I could find hundreds of quotes like these. This country was built on The Right to Bear Arms. It was built on the rights of an individual to bear arms, regardless of what his government, or neighbor, happened to think. This is crystal clear.

Ironically, the people who voice their opinions against this right have their free speech protected by your guns. Without guns in this country, all other amendments become null and void, simply because “We the People” will lose our power of enforcement.

We need to keep this in mind as our “representatives” try to push gun bans. I don’t care if 99% of people are in support of gun bans (which is far from the case), it is a violation of our constitutional rights, plain and simple.

A constitutional republic protects the rights of the individual, even when their ideas are very much in the minority. If I were the only person in America who believed in the 2nd Amendment, I would still be within my rights to call upon it. You would all think I was insane and possibly celebrate if I was gunned down, but in the end I would be the only true American among us.

Our framers were very clear on this. If my government comes to take my guns, they are violating one of my constitutional rights that is covered by the 2nd Amendment.

It is not my right, at that point, but my responsibility, to respond in the name of liberty. What I am telling you is something that many are trying to soft sell, and many others have tried to avoid putting into print, but I am going to say it. The time for speaking in code is over.

If they come for our guns, then it is our constitutional right to put them six feet under. You have the right to kill any representative of this government who tries to tread on your liberty. I am thinking about self-defense, not talking about inciting a revolution.

Re-read Jefferson ’s quote. He talks about a “last resort.” I am not trying to start a Revolt, I am talking about self-defense. If the day for Revolution comes, when no peaceful options exist, we may have to talk about that as well. None of us wants to think about that, but please understand that a majority cannot take away your rights as an American citizen. Only you can choose to give up your rights.

Congress could pass gun ban legislation by a 90%+ margin and it just would not matter. I think some people are very unclear on this. This is the reason we have a Supreme Court, and though I do not doubt that the Supreme Court can also become corrupt, in 2008 they got it right. They supported the Constitution.

It does not matter what the majority supports, because America is not a democracy. A constitutional republic protects the rights of every single citizen, no matter what their “elected servants” say. A majority in America only matters when the Constitution is not in play.

I just wrote what every believer in the Constitution wants to say, and what every constitutional blogger needs to write. The truth of the matter is that this type of speech is viewed as dangerous and radical or even subversive, and it could gain me a world of trouble that I do not want. But it is also the truth.

To make myself clear, I will tell you again. If they come for your guns, it is your right to use those guns against them and to kill them, if you must. You are protected by our Constitution.

Most of the articles I am reading on the subject are trying to give you clues without just coming out and saying it. I understand that because certain things in this country will get you on a list that you don’t want to be on. I may well be on that list. This blog is small and growing so I may not be there yet, but I have dreams. I also have my own list of subversives and anyone who attempts to deny my constitutional rights is on that list.

I am not the “subversive” here.  It is the political representatives who are threatening to take away my inalienable rights that are. If they come to take my guns and I leave a few of them wounded or dead, and I somehow survive, I have zero doubt that I will spend a long time in prison and may face an execution. But I would much rather be a political prisoner than a slave.

If I go down fighting, then I was not fighting to harm these human beings. I was simply defending my liberty and yours. It is self-defense and it is what our country was built on. We won our freedom in self-defense. We would not be ruled by a tyrannical government in the 1770′s and we will not be ruled in 2014 by a tyrannical government. There is no difference.

This is a case of right and wrong. As of now, the 2nd Amendment stands. It has never been repealed. If Feinstein or Barack have a problem with the Constitution, then they should be removed from office. They are not defending the Constitution which they have sworn an oath to protect. It is treasonous to say the least. They would likely say the same about me, but I have the Constitution, the founders, and the Supreme Court on my side. They only have their inflated egos.

I am not writing this to incite people. I am writing this in hopes that somehow I can make a tiny difference. I have no idea how many of my neighbors have the will to defend their constitutional rights. 2%? 20%? I am afraid that 20% is a high number, unfortunately. When push comes to shove, many people may give up and submit to being ruled. I believe that our government is banking on this.

I would hope that our officials come to realize that, regardless of our numbers, we still exist because they are calling Patriotic Americans to action. They are making us decide if we want to die free, or submit to their rule.

I cannot tell you where you should stand on that. I do know that it may make the difference between living a life of freedom, or slavery.

You must start thinking about this, because I believe that the day is coming soon and I personally believe it has already been planned. Not all conspiracy theories are hogwash. They may throw down the gauntlet soon and my suggestion is that you prepare yourself to react.

I mean no disrespect to our elected officials, but they need to understand that “We the People” will not be disarmed. If they proceed, then it is they who are provoking us and we will act accordingly. We are within our rights to do so.

For those who are in support of taking the guns, you need to ask yourself a very important question, and I am not just talking about the politicians, although if you support them, you have chosen your side.

Are you willing to die to take my guns?”

--Dean Garrison

“I am only one, but I am one. I can't do everything, but I can do something. The something I ought to do, I can do, and by the grace of God, I will.” ~Everett Hale

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