Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Production delays & "The Virgins."

I was persuaded by readers that I trust that I needed to ditch the old Dell laptop after the TSA played with it.  Hard drive was ground up to prevent being set up on whatever BS charge they thought they could manufacture.  Had to spend $400 on a cheap replacement at local store chosen randomly.  It will get me through the next little bit until I get home and can do better, hopefully, in the near future.  Thanks for your patience in dealing with the delays on my emails, etc.  Hopefully I can get the new one up and running tomorrow after I make it to Indiana.  Will be at the NRA convention, coming in Friday morning, staying a ways out on Friday night, then leaving Saturday night to return to Ohio and thence on Sunday back to Alabama.  Can't guarantee I'll be able to post in the morning but I will try.  You'll like the replacement ball cap I procured for the convention.  The prags won't.  ;-)

It is desert tan, with a III in the center.  Above that is: "Bundy Ranch Siege."  Below is "It ain't about cows."  On the back is: "Virgin River Volunteers."  Since it will be immediately in commerce, no one else can steal the trademark.  after I post the pictures (hopefully tomorrow) I'll tell you where you can get them.  I am told that some Three Percenters out in NV on the line are already calling themselves "the Virgins," with one telling me they ought to adopt the name, "Vanderboegh's Virgins."  Anybody with the stones to wear a hat or a patch like that deserves kudos for his bravery. or lack of sense.

The Siege of Bundy Ranch goes on, and so does the need for volunteers, money and supplies, especially -- at the moment -- camo netting.

As I wrote here, The Siege of Bundy Ranch goes on. So does the need for volunteers, money and supplies. I have dubbed the Three Percenters in the desert the "Virgin River Volunteers." "The Virgins" and the Oath Keepers have a particular need at the moment for camouflage netting to provide shade for the troop and operations areas as well as fighting positions. I have a feeling that there's a lot of that sort of thing out there in barns and garages left over from the 90s that is surplus to us aging old fart's needs. You might have netting but no poles and spreaders or poles and spreaders but ne netting. That's all right. If you will drop me an email if you have anything you wish to donate, I will see that it gets matched up with needs on the ground, transportation assets to move it there, etc. The Oath Keepers intends to use such assets and equipment after the Bundy operation is concluded for other such needs as they arise. No one is going to profit from your generosity except the prospective victims of federal violence and the volunteers who desperately need the shade.
In addition, we need experienced logistical veterans -- personnel, food service, communications, S-4 planners, heck, even clerks and drivers. If you will drop me an email, I will hook you up with the right Oath Keeper contacts at the Bundy Ranch Siege so you can schedule your next vacation in sunny south Nevada, a short hop from the R&R mecca of Lost Wages. (Did I make it sound artificially cheery enough? -- The important operative word in the above is "scheduled". There have been appeals to rush out with all assets, without much thought to the mundane necessities of working out vacation time from your job, permission of wives and sweethearts, and the needs of the operation for a consistent, flowing turnover of volunteers.)
There is history being made out in the Nevada desert, folks. You may recall these lines from the Bard:

 We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.

Required 4GW reading for Three Percenters.

"Bundy Ranch and the new rules of engagement: Send this analysis to your favorite fed."

How the elites protect themselves -- even in South Carolina.

How Lindsey Graham outmaneuvered the tea party

The Lord works in mysterious ways, his wonders to perform.

Photo of the crowd I would have addressed if the Buckeyes hadn't thrown me out of the meeting. I think the Bundy Ranch worked out more than a little bit better.

Possible NY SAFE Act Rifle Seizures In Lancaster, NY

When our member went to retrieve his car, both rifles that were locked in the trunk were gone, as was their cases. They were not give a receipt or any notice of seizure. Neither has been charged at this time.

Harry Reid's personal security detail has a crisis of confidence.

Are We the Baddies?

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Elites’ Sacrificial Victims

When your goal is to save the planet, you can’t worry about who may get hurt.

The real domestic terrorist.

On the ground, back in Ohio (of course the airline "lost" my luggage for a time courtesy of the TSA).

Back in central Ohio. Got into Port Columbus around midnight Eastern, only to be informed that the airline "lost" my luggage. Not to worry, they said, because they knew where it was, they would just have to deliver it to where I was staying today. Right. Of all the passengers, mine were the only two bags (both of them, including the computer) "misplaced." Got them back early this afternoon with a nice "TSA inspected" ticket inside them. Searched them for dope, kiddie porn and explosives -- nothing obvious, not even the doughnut crumbs from the TSA inspector's lips. (However I haven't had time to look at the computer files.) I'll have to get me a new laptop when I can, I think, and I've already thrown away the medicines. Same with the tea bags. If they ever do decide they've had enough of me they'll try to make it look like natural causes.
I'll take the rest of the day to decompress and try to internalize and evaluate the incredible experiences of the past days. I've met some wonderful folks, not the least of whom were the Bundys. It will take me a while to go through my emails and release comments to the blog and I've only got an hour on the library computer. More later, if possible.

Monday, April 21, 2014

Gunfire at Easter in the desert. It ain't over until it's over. The tripwire in the Virgin River Valley.

From Ephesians Chapter Six:
10 Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. 11 Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes. 12 For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. 13 Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. 14 Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, 15 and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. 16 In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. 17 Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.
18 And pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests. With this in mind, be alert and always keep on praying for all the Lord’s people. 19 Pray also for me, that whenever I speak, words may be given me so that I will fearlessly make known the mystery of the gospel, 20 for which I am an ambassador in chains. Pray that I may declare it fearlessly, as I should.
Yesterday, I spent a blessed Easter in the desert of Nevada on the banks of the Virgin River. At ten in the morning, Ryan Bundy led a service of prayer, reflection and testimony at the gooseneck trailer/stage that had served as my speaker's platform the day before. It was a simple service, exquisitely beautiful in its simplicity and sincerity. Folks got up and shared what was on their hearts as God chose to move them, and I did so as well. It is my firm belief that it is impossible not to see the hand of God in the events of the past weeks. As I was speaking, semi-automatic rifle fire echoed from the hills above the river. The volunteers were going through a morning training exercise. It seemed to profane the day and the moment, yet it was a poignant reminder of the situation that the Bundys find themselves thrust into in the name of principle, a reminder of the evil that prowls right outside their door, and of the necessity of good men and women from all over the country to stand between them. God, I observed to the small gathering, might forgive us for the seemingly disrespectful interruption, knowing of that necessity.
Jerry DeLemus
After the service, I hitched a ride up the road to the volunteer base camp, where Jerry, the tactical commander of the Oath Keeper-supported security force led another service for the troops from Chapter Six of Ephesians. Somehow, hearing Paul's words about pulling on the full armor of God there, in that setting, as I looked from one face to the other of these volunteers -- who have come so far and risked so much already and who still risk all in a confrontation of right and wrong with the militarized police forces of the most powerful government on the planet -- I shuddered with the power of the image, the emotion of that moment, unchanging since the Founding, immortal in its moral force.
There is a feeling among those who merely pay attention to the news cycle that this is somehow over, that the potential for disaster has been averted. It has not. The men and women dug in on the banks of the Virgin River understand that and are in it for the long haul. It ain't over until it's over. The defensive operation, almost despairingly comic in its early days of confusion, is coming together now. Volunteers come in, others leave, but will be back. The logistics, fueled by the generous donations of money and material from all over the country, are coming together, as are the various "shops" of planning, operations, communications and support. The inevitable snitches, most of them painfully obvious, have nothing to report to their masters for no laws are being broken. The paid provocateurs are gradually tipping their hands as well. Jerry, his hardy band of mission-focused veterans, and the Oath Keepers and Three Percenters who form the teeth of the teams in overwatch and the muscle of the logistics tail are doing pretty well, thank you very much, despite all the psy-war games played by the Feds, including a regular but invisible bombardment of all of the various forms of our communications by the Feds. (Notice that we still haven't been able to get the videos of Saturday's speeches on YouTube? Your tax dollars at work.)
Today I must fly out of here, having helped, I hope, in my own small way. Left behind will be that determined minority of increasingly confident and competent volunteers. I wish I didn't have to leave. My instincts cry out to stay. But I have other duties that must be seen to. Yet, I know I will be back. These men and women are where God placed them at this precise moment and place in history, carrying out the function of that "well-regulated militia" that the Founders intended to defend the people in times such as these. They represent the shield, the armor, of a free people. They are also a tripwire. The Feds must go through them -- they must kill them -- to get to the Bundys. The Feds know this, and they are hesitant about what will happen if they try. That is called strategic uncertainty. And in the present context, that is a very good thing. They need to be cautious.
So I fly out today. But the volunteers are digging in along the Virgin River for the long haul. I have a feeling that they will still be there when I get back, keeping the Bundys safe from the evil intentions of armed bureaucrats. And as the sun rose over the desert on Easter Sunday, it was brought home to me by those twin services that here is a cause worth living for and returning to -- it is a cause worth fighting and dying for as well. Jerry and his volunteers of indomitable spirit know this. They have taken the measure of the situation, the weight of their duty, and they have acted.
They are digging in along the Virgin River -- a fragile human tripwire arrayed against an out-of-control imperial federal government that ought to know better. They are digging in, and they need your support, in whatever way you can give it.

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Well, that would have been instant karma.

Senator Richard Blumenthal narrowly avoids a train during a railway safety press conference.

A photo of Harry Reid's 2014 Jenny Award Trophy for Incitement to Civil War

Need some help finding an article in the NYT. Also, still need a copy of one of the many photos of Harry's Jenny award.

New York Times reporter Adam Nagourney and a photographer were covering the Bundy press conference yesterday at 1:00 PM. I'm certain that they were on a deadline so there should be an article in Sunday's NYT. As the NYT is a pay site only now, if a reader has a copy of the article would you please forward it to my email? GeorgeMason1776@aol.com. Also, I still need a copy of one of the many photos of Harry's Jenny award and links to any YouTube videos of yesterday's event.

He is risen.

If I can get a ride from the hotel, I'll be spending Easter in the desert. The Bundys are having a service at 10:00. I'd like to be there and then go cast my lot once more with the hardy band of defenders at the river. I think God will be understanding about necessary breaches of the Sabbath in the service of liberty.

"They know we're coming." With piss-poor operational security, Feds flood the zone at Las Vegas hotels in massive display of gambling prowess.

"They know, Chuck, they know. They know we're coming." -- ATF undercover agent Robert Rodriguez to raid commander Chuck Sarabyn, 28 February 1993, one hour before the raid on the Branch Davidians.
"It is of no concern. Soon the Rebellion will be crushed."
Looking like nothing so much as the evil-eaten Emperor Palpatine from the Star Wars saga, Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid has promised local media that "this isn't over." And, in truth, reports on the Internet of Fed cops of various agencies' jack-booted thug teams flooding into Las Vegas hotels are certainly correct. They are there by the hundreds, taking over entire floors, playing the slot machines and trying to look inconspicuous, which is working out about as well as you might expect. This is known to just about everybody who's paying attention to the situation in Bunkerville, including the local media who are not reporting it, for now. Just who this demonstration of stark naked so-called "operational security" and impotent puffery is supposed to impress is another matter. Harry Reid, perhaps. Bob Wright has observed that Harry seems to believe he's in a "biggest dick" contest with Cliven Bundy. Like the juvenile high school hall monitor who can't get the other kids to stop running, Harry is throwing a hissy fit. Personally, I'm happy for him. Every time Harry opens his mouth, we get another hundred thousand converts to our cause nationwide. Indeed, if the mumbling, bumbling Harry did not exist, we might have to invent him. Of course, your average high school hall monitor doesn't have the power and might of the militarized federal police establishment at his beck and call. Still, what this is supposed to accomplish, beyond a ratcheting up of the attempted psy-war campaign against the Bundys and the volunteers who guard them, is a mystery to the analysts I talk to.
I know that the Bundys are not going away, and neither are the volunteers. Unless the federal government has decided to kill them all and initiate the next American civil war, this is all just your tax dollars at work in a massive display of gambling prowess.
That potential conflict, as I have explained many times would be suicidal, both personally for Harry Reid and and for his mandarin class. And as long as even one closet Oath Keeper or Three Percenter in the federal ranks remains -- and there are many -- the feds know that there is no military option that cannot be compromised. So Emperor Harry can go on muttering about how "soon the rebellion will be crushed," and the storm troopers can continue to dip their wicks in the soft envelopments of Vegas hookers, but it is all hat and no cattle, as they say out here. They may be fooling themselves, but they do not fool the hardy band of determined patriots dug in along the banks of the Virgin River.