Many ranchers are from families who have lived here for over 100 years. They, with the miners who have been chased off, built this state and this country. They spend their money here. They employ people who spend their money here. They pay property taxes here. They keep food prices reasonable here. They donate time and money to their community, here. They own private land that is used as winter habitat for game animals, so hunters spend their money here. They pay grazing fees that help keep access to the national forests open for tourists here.
Think about it. If you kick the cattle off the range, as Western Watersheds wishes to do, the beef market will bottom out as ranchers sell off the animals they can no longer feed. The reduced beef value will cause all beef growers to cut back production. The cut back in beef production will cause a surplus of feed grains (corn, oats, barley etc.) Everyone knows a surplus of supply causes prices to drop. Grain farmers who go year to year just getting by will go out of business and only large, company run operations will remain. Once the surplus of beef has been exhausted the prices for the remaining beef will skyrocket as the demand will stay but the supply will be limited to beef produced in feedlots. The increase in beef prices will in turn cause an increase in the price of feed grains as beef growers attempt to keep up with demand using the depleted grain market. The increase in feed grain prices will cause a similar hardship to poultry and dairy production. How much can you afford to feed your family?
Grain fed beef is high in omega six while lacking the proper balance of omega 3, thus the cancer rate in humans will go up, Range fed beef is high in omega 3 with the proper balance of omega 6. The objective of the "environmental" groups is the destruction of all industrialism including those resources which support Industrialism.
If we fail, foreign corporations will come in and take over our public lands. They want to take our resources, gold, oil, timber, water, etc. etc. while we helplessly watch them do it. Every thing you have been led to believe in is straight out of UNICEP… a foreign think tank. Funny how connecting the dots places the world bank behind this scheme. Your lands, your resources, are their collateral for this National Debt, and, just like a mortgage, repossession or takeover is slowly occurring. Time to wake up. While we fight over our Public Land, and how to run it, or protect it, they are stealing it.
Do not support the U.N.'s agenda to abolish the Declaration of Independence as well as private property rights. Every thing Western Water Sheds supports is counter productive to a free society. The abolishing of Private Property Rights is the number one objective behind sustainable development agendas. By removing the most powerful users of our lands, "public" which is a legal term and does not refer to you or I, paves the way to removing casual use, as in hunting, fishing, hiking, skiing, wild life viewing, all of those activities are not sustainable. Once again, get educated. Start with the Earth Summit-Agenda 21- The United Nations Progamme Of Action From Rio… ISBN-92-1-100509-4.
Bill Clinton signed the executive order implementing this program, or as some so intelligently label it "Conspiracy Theory." It is a conspiracy and it is being implemented by your leaders.
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Showing posts with label History. Show all posts
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Light of the Messiah?
Here come the scare words: Communist, Marxist, Socialist. Still can't see what "rights" he's trampled on?
Well... how about government takeover of banks, financial institutions, auto companies and the health care industry?
How about forcing people to buy health insurance and fining them if they don't, and putting them in jail if they don't pay the fine? How about a "health care reform" law that will tell you how much health care you can have, and portion it out according to if you're worthy of care?
How about massive taxes on energy, and trying to force people to stop using energy?
How about trying to force coal companies out of business?
How about an energy "smart grid" that will monitor your energy usage and cut you off if you use too much?
How about giving up our national sovereignty to control by the UN and third world countries to redistribute U.S. wealth by the proposed global cap and trade scheme?
How about bringing the mastermind of 9/11 to New York federal court for civilian criminal trial? How about refusal to recognize the Fort Hood massacre as Islamic jihad?
How about the Declaration of Independence declared God-given natural rights of "life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness" that are being trampled on daily by a "communist, marxist, socialist" oligarchy headed by Obama?
Is that enough light, or are you still blinded by the light of your messiah?
If you participate in a system
that oppresses and destroys,
sometimes people hit back,
and when they do
its considered a tragedy.
Well... how about government takeover of banks, financial institutions, auto companies and the health care industry?
How about forcing people to buy health insurance and fining them if they don't, and putting them in jail if they don't pay the fine? How about a "health care reform" law that will tell you how much health care you can have, and portion it out according to if you're worthy of care?
How about massive taxes on energy, and trying to force people to stop using energy?
How about trying to force coal companies out of business?
How about an energy "smart grid" that will monitor your energy usage and cut you off if you use too much?
How about giving up our national sovereignty to control by the UN and third world countries to redistribute U.S. wealth by the proposed global cap and trade scheme?
How about bringing the mastermind of 9/11 to New York federal court for civilian criminal trial? How about refusal to recognize the Fort Hood massacre as Islamic jihad?
How about the Declaration of Independence declared God-given natural rights of "life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness" that are being trampled on daily by a "communist, marxist, socialist" oligarchy headed by Obama?
Is that enough light, or are you still blinded by the light of your messiah?
If you participate in a system
that oppresses and destroys,
sometimes people hit back,
and when they do
its considered a tragedy.
Monday, April 27, 2009
On Sheep, Sheepdogs, and Wolves
The murder rate in our country is about six people per 100,000 per year, and the aggravated assault rate is four per 1,000 per year. What this means is that the vast majority of Americans are not inclined to hurt one another.
Some estimates say two million Americans are victims of violent crimes every year, a tragic, staggering number, perhaps an all-time record rate of violent crime. But there are almost 300 million Americans, which means that the odds of being a victim of violent crime is considerably less than one in a hundred on any given year. Furthermore, since many violent crimes are committed by repeat offenders, the actual number of violent citizens is considerably less than two million.
Thus there is a paradox, and we must grasp both ends of the situation: We may well be in the most violent times in history, but violence is still remarkably rare. This is because most citizens are kind, decent people who are not capable of hurting each other, except by accident or under extreme provocation. Most of the people in our society are sheep. They are kind, gentle, productive creatures who only hurt one another by accident.
I mean nothing negative by calling them sheep. If you have no capacity for violence then you are a healthy productive citizen, a sheep.
For now, they need protection from the predators, that is, a Sheepdog.
If one has a capacity for violence and no empathy for his fellow citizens, then you have an aggressive sociopath, a wolf.
The wolves feed on the sheep without mercy. There are evil men in this world and they are capable of evil deeds. The moment you forget that or pretend it is not so, you become a sheep. There is no safety in denial.
If you have a capacity for violence, and a deep love for your fellow citizens, what do you have then? You have a sheepdog, a warrior, someone who is walking the hero's path, someone who can walk into the heart of darkness, and walk out unscathed.
The sheepdog lives to protect the flock and confront the wolf. Police officers, soldiers, and other warriors are like the sheepdogs, and hopefully, someday the civilization they protect will grow into something wonderful.
We know that the sheep live in denial. That is what makes them sheep. They do not want to believe that there is evil in the world. They can accept the fact that fires can happen, which is why they want fire extinguishers, fire sprinklers, fire alarms and fire exits throughout their kids' schools.
But many of them are outraged at the idea of putting an armed police officer in their kid's school. Our children are thousands of times more likely to be killed or seriously injured by school violence than fire, but the sheep's only response to the possibility of violence is denial. The idea of someone coming to kill or harm their child is just too hard, and so they choose the path of denial.
The sheep generally do not like the sheepdog. He looks a lot like the wolf.
He has fangs and the capacity for violence. The difference, though, is that the sheepdog must not, cannot and will not ever harm the sheep by his very nature. Any sheep dog that intentionally harms the lowliest little lamb will be punished and removed. The world cannot work any other way in a representative democracy or a republic such as ours.
Still, the sheepdog disturbs the sheep. He is a constant reminder that there are wolves in the land. They would prefer that he didn't tell them where to go, or give them traffic tickets, or stand at the ready in our airports, in camouflage fatigues, holding an M-16. The sheep would much rather have the sheepdog cash in his fangs, spray paint himself white, and go, "Baa" until the wolf shows up. Then the entire flock tries desperately to hide behind one lonely sheepdog.
The students, the victims, at Columbine High School were big, tough high school students, and under ordinary circumstances they would not have had the time of day for a police officer. They were not bad kids; they just had nothing to say to a cop. When the school was under attack, however, and SWAT teams were clearing the rooms and hallways, the officers had to physically peel those clinging, sobbing kids off of them. This is how the little lambs feel about their sheepdog when the wolf is at the door.
Look at what happened after September 11, 2001 when the wolf pounded hard on the door. Remember how America, more than ever before, felt differently about their law enforcement officers and military personnel? Remember how many times you heard the word hero?
Understand that there is nothing morally superior about being a sheepdog; it is just what you choose to be. Also understand that a sheepdog is a funny critter: He is always sniffing around out on the perimeter, checking the breeze, barking at things that go bump in the night, and yearning for a righteous battle. That is, the young sheepdogs yearn for a righteous battle.
The old sheepdogs are a little older and wiser, but they move to the sound of the guns when needed, right along with the young ones.
Here is how the sheep and the sheepdog think differently. The sheep pretend the wolf will never come, but the sheepdog lives for that day. After the attacks on September 11, 2001, most of the sheep, that is, most citizens in America said, "Thank God I wasn't on one of those planes." The sheepdogs, the warriors, said, "Dear God, I wish I could have been on one of those planes. Maybe I could have made a difference." When you are truly transformed into a warrior and have truly vested yourself into warrior hood, you want to be there. You want to be able to make a difference.
There is nothing morally superior about the sheepdog, the warrior, but he does have one real advantage. Only one and that is that he is able to survive and thrive in an environment that destroys 98 percent of the population.
There was research conducted a few years ago with individuals convicted of violent crimes. These cons were in prison for serious, predatory crimes of violence: assaults, murders and killing law enforcement officers. The vast majority said they specifically targeted victims by body language:
Slumped walk, passive behavior and lack of awareness. They chose their victims like big cats do in Africa, when they select one out of the herd that is least able to protect itself.
Some people are destined to be sheep and others might be genetically primed to be wolves or sheepdogs. Most people can choose which one they want to be. More and more Americans are choosing to become sheepdogs.
Seven months after the attack on September 11, 2001, Todd Beamer was honored in his hometown of Cranbury, New Jersey. Todd was the man on Flight 93 over Pennsylvania who called on his cell phone to alert an operator from United Airlines about the hijacking. When he learned of the other three passenger planes that had been used as weapons, Todd dropped his phone and uttered the words, "Let's roll," which authorities believe was a signal to the other passengers to confront the terrorist hijackers. In one hour, a transformation occurred among the passengers - athletes, business people and parents-- from sheep to sheepdogs and together they fought the wolves, ultimately saving an unknown number of lives on the ground.
"There is no safety for honest men except by believing all possible evil of evil men." - Edmund Burke
Here is the point. In nature the sheep, real sheep, are born as sheep. Sheepdogs are born that way, and so are wolves. They didn't have a choice. But you are not an animal. As a human being, you can be whatever you want to be. It is a conscious, moral decision.
If you want to be a sheep, then you can be a sheep and that is okay, but you must understand the price you pay. When the wolf comes, you and your loved ones are going to die if there is not a sheepdog there to protect you. If you want to be a wolf, you can be one, but the sheepdogs are going to hunt you down and you will never have rest, safety, trust or love. But if you want to be a sheepdog and walk the warrior's path, then you must make a conscious and moral decision every day to dedicate, equip and prepare yourself to thrive in that toxic, corrosive moment when the wolf comes knocking at the door.
Some individuals would be horrified if they knew a police officer was carrying a weapon in church. They might call him paranoid and would probably scorn him. Yet these same individuals would be enraged and would call for "heads to roll" if they found out that the airbags in their cars were defective, or that the fire extinguisher and fire sprinklers in their kids' school did not work. They can accept the fact that fires and traffic accidents can happen and that there must be safeguards against them.
Their only response to the wolf, though, is denial, and all too often their response to the sheepdog is scorn and disdain. But the sheepdog quietly asks himself, "Do you have any idea how hard it would be to live with yourself if your loved ones were attacked and killed and you had to stand there helplessly because you were unprepared for that day?"
It is denial that turns people into sheep. Sheep are psychologically destroyed by combat because their only defense is denial, resulting in fear, helplessness and horror when the wolf shows up.
Denial kills you twice. It kills you once, at the moment of truth when you are not physically prepared: you didn't bring your gun, you didn't train.
Your only defense was wishful thinking. Hope is not a strategy. Denial kills you a second time because even if you do physically survive, you are psychologically shattered by your fear, helplessness and horror at your moment of truth.
Gavin de Becker puts it like this: denial can be seductive, but it has an insidious side effect. For all the peace of mind deniers think they get by saying it isn't so, the fall they take when faced with new violence is all the more unsettling."
Denial is a save-now-pay-later scheme, a contract written entirely in small print, for in the long run, the denying person knows the truth on some level. And so the warrior must strive to confront denial in all aspects of his life, and prepare himself for the day when evil comes.
If you are a warrior who is legally authorized to carry a weapon and you step outside without that weapon, then you become a sheep, pretending that the bad man will not come today. No one can be "on" 24/7, for a lifetime.
Everyone needs down time. But if you are authorized to carry a weapon, and you walk outside without it, just take a deep breath, and say this..."Baa."
This business of being a sheep or a sheep dog is not an all-or-nothing, either-or choice. It is a matter of degrees, a continuum. On one end is an abject, head-in-the-sand-sheep and on the other end is the ultimate warrior. Few people exist completely on one end or the other.
Most of us live somewhere in between. Since 9/11 almost everyone in America took a step up that continuum, away from denial. The sheep took a few steps toward accepting and appreciating their warriors and the warriors started taking their job more seriously. The degree to which you move up that continuum, away from sheep-hood and denial, is the degree to which you and your loved ones will survive, physically and psychologically at your moment of truth.
The sheepdog must only be careful not to become too much like the wolf. Sheep can be easy prey. Just ask the wolves.
Honor never grows old, but rejoices the heart. It does so because honor is about defending those things that deserve defending, even if it comes at a high cost. In our time, that may mean social disapproval, public scorn, hardship, persecution, or even death itself. The questions remain: What is worth defending? What is worth dying for? What is worth living for?
This is an individual decision each and every one of us must make for himself.
Some estimates say two million Americans are victims of violent crimes every year, a tragic, staggering number, perhaps an all-time record rate of violent crime. But there are almost 300 million Americans, which means that the odds of being a victim of violent crime is considerably less than one in a hundred on any given year. Furthermore, since many violent crimes are committed by repeat offenders, the actual number of violent citizens is considerably less than two million.
Thus there is a paradox, and we must grasp both ends of the situation: We may well be in the most violent times in history, but violence is still remarkably rare. This is because most citizens are kind, decent people who are not capable of hurting each other, except by accident or under extreme provocation. Most of the people in our society are sheep. They are kind, gentle, productive creatures who only hurt one another by accident.
I mean nothing negative by calling them sheep. If you have no capacity for violence then you are a healthy productive citizen, a sheep.
For now, they need protection from the predators, that is, a Sheepdog.
If one has a capacity for violence and no empathy for his fellow citizens, then you have an aggressive sociopath, a wolf.
The wolves feed on the sheep without mercy. There are evil men in this world and they are capable of evil deeds. The moment you forget that or pretend it is not so, you become a sheep. There is no safety in denial.
If you have a capacity for violence, and a deep love for your fellow citizens, what do you have then? You have a sheepdog, a warrior, someone who is walking the hero's path, someone who can walk into the heart of darkness, and walk out unscathed.
The sheepdog lives to protect the flock and confront the wolf. Police officers, soldiers, and other warriors are like the sheepdogs, and hopefully, someday the civilization they protect will grow into something wonderful.
We know that the sheep live in denial. That is what makes them sheep. They do not want to believe that there is evil in the world. They can accept the fact that fires can happen, which is why they want fire extinguishers, fire sprinklers, fire alarms and fire exits throughout their kids' schools.
But many of them are outraged at the idea of putting an armed police officer in their kid's school. Our children are thousands of times more likely to be killed or seriously injured by school violence than fire, but the sheep's only response to the possibility of violence is denial. The idea of someone coming to kill or harm their child is just too hard, and so they choose the path of denial.
The sheep generally do not like the sheepdog. He looks a lot like the wolf.
He has fangs and the capacity for violence. The difference, though, is that the sheepdog must not, cannot and will not ever harm the sheep by his very nature. Any sheep dog that intentionally harms the lowliest little lamb will be punished and removed. The world cannot work any other way in a representative democracy or a republic such as ours.
Still, the sheepdog disturbs the sheep. He is a constant reminder that there are wolves in the land. They would prefer that he didn't tell them where to go, or give them traffic tickets, or stand at the ready in our airports, in camouflage fatigues, holding an M-16. The sheep would much rather have the sheepdog cash in his fangs, spray paint himself white, and go, "Baa" until the wolf shows up. Then the entire flock tries desperately to hide behind one lonely sheepdog.
The students, the victims, at Columbine High School were big, tough high school students, and under ordinary circumstances they would not have had the time of day for a police officer. They were not bad kids; they just had nothing to say to a cop. When the school was under attack, however, and SWAT teams were clearing the rooms and hallways, the officers had to physically peel those clinging, sobbing kids off of them. This is how the little lambs feel about their sheepdog when the wolf is at the door.
Look at what happened after September 11, 2001 when the wolf pounded hard on the door. Remember how America, more than ever before, felt differently about their law enforcement officers and military personnel? Remember how many times you heard the word hero?
Understand that there is nothing morally superior about being a sheepdog; it is just what you choose to be. Also understand that a sheepdog is a funny critter: He is always sniffing around out on the perimeter, checking the breeze, barking at things that go bump in the night, and yearning for a righteous battle. That is, the young sheepdogs yearn for a righteous battle.
The old sheepdogs are a little older and wiser, but they move to the sound of the guns when needed, right along with the young ones.
Here is how the sheep and the sheepdog think differently. The sheep pretend the wolf will never come, but the sheepdog lives for that day. After the attacks on September 11, 2001, most of the sheep, that is, most citizens in America said, "Thank God I wasn't on one of those planes." The sheepdogs, the warriors, said, "Dear God, I wish I could have been on one of those planes. Maybe I could have made a difference." When you are truly transformed into a warrior and have truly vested yourself into warrior hood, you want to be there. You want to be able to make a difference.
There is nothing morally superior about the sheepdog, the warrior, but he does have one real advantage. Only one and that is that he is able to survive and thrive in an environment that destroys 98 percent of the population.
There was research conducted a few years ago with individuals convicted of violent crimes. These cons were in prison for serious, predatory crimes of violence: assaults, murders and killing law enforcement officers. The vast majority said they specifically targeted victims by body language:
Slumped walk, passive behavior and lack of awareness. They chose their victims like big cats do in Africa, when they select one out of the herd that is least able to protect itself.
Some people are destined to be sheep and others might be genetically primed to be wolves or sheepdogs. Most people can choose which one they want to be. More and more Americans are choosing to become sheepdogs.
Seven months after the attack on September 11, 2001, Todd Beamer was honored in his hometown of Cranbury, New Jersey. Todd was the man on Flight 93 over Pennsylvania who called on his cell phone to alert an operator from United Airlines about the hijacking. When he learned of the other three passenger planes that had been used as weapons, Todd dropped his phone and uttered the words, "Let's roll," which authorities believe was a signal to the other passengers to confront the terrorist hijackers. In one hour, a transformation occurred among the passengers - athletes, business people and parents-- from sheep to sheepdogs and together they fought the wolves, ultimately saving an unknown number of lives on the ground.
"There is no safety for honest men except by believing all possible evil of evil men." - Edmund Burke
Here is the point. In nature the sheep, real sheep, are born as sheep. Sheepdogs are born that way, and so are wolves. They didn't have a choice. But you are not an animal. As a human being, you can be whatever you want to be. It is a conscious, moral decision.
If you want to be a sheep, then you can be a sheep and that is okay, but you must understand the price you pay. When the wolf comes, you and your loved ones are going to die if there is not a sheepdog there to protect you. If you want to be a wolf, you can be one, but the sheepdogs are going to hunt you down and you will never have rest, safety, trust or love. But if you want to be a sheepdog and walk the warrior's path, then you must make a conscious and moral decision every day to dedicate, equip and prepare yourself to thrive in that toxic, corrosive moment when the wolf comes knocking at the door.
Some individuals would be horrified if they knew a police officer was carrying a weapon in church. They might call him paranoid and would probably scorn him. Yet these same individuals would be enraged and would call for "heads to roll" if they found out that the airbags in their cars were defective, or that the fire extinguisher and fire sprinklers in their kids' school did not work. They can accept the fact that fires and traffic accidents can happen and that there must be safeguards against them.
Their only response to the wolf, though, is denial, and all too often their response to the sheepdog is scorn and disdain. But the sheepdog quietly asks himself, "Do you have any idea how hard it would be to live with yourself if your loved ones were attacked and killed and you had to stand there helplessly because you were unprepared for that day?"
It is denial that turns people into sheep. Sheep are psychologically destroyed by combat because their only defense is denial, resulting in fear, helplessness and horror when the wolf shows up.
Denial kills you twice. It kills you once, at the moment of truth when you are not physically prepared: you didn't bring your gun, you didn't train.
Your only defense was wishful thinking. Hope is not a strategy. Denial kills you a second time because even if you do physically survive, you are psychologically shattered by your fear, helplessness and horror at your moment of truth.
Gavin de Becker puts it like this: denial can be seductive, but it has an insidious side effect. For all the peace of mind deniers think they get by saying it isn't so, the fall they take when faced with new violence is all the more unsettling."
Denial is a save-now-pay-later scheme, a contract written entirely in small print, for in the long run, the denying person knows the truth on some level. And so the warrior must strive to confront denial in all aspects of his life, and prepare himself for the day when evil comes.
If you are a warrior who is legally authorized to carry a weapon and you step outside without that weapon, then you become a sheep, pretending that the bad man will not come today. No one can be "on" 24/7, for a lifetime.
Everyone needs down time. But if you are authorized to carry a weapon, and you walk outside without it, just take a deep breath, and say this..."Baa."
This business of being a sheep or a sheep dog is not an all-or-nothing, either-or choice. It is a matter of degrees, a continuum. On one end is an abject, head-in-the-sand-sheep and on the other end is the ultimate warrior. Few people exist completely on one end or the other.
Most of us live somewhere in between. Since 9/11 almost everyone in America took a step up that continuum, away from denial. The sheep took a few steps toward accepting and appreciating their warriors and the warriors started taking their job more seriously. The degree to which you move up that continuum, away from sheep-hood and denial, is the degree to which you and your loved ones will survive, physically and psychologically at your moment of truth.
The sheepdog must only be careful not to become too much like the wolf. Sheep can be easy prey. Just ask the wolves.
Honor never grows old, but rejoices the heart. It does so because honor is about defending those things that deserve defending, even if it comes at a high cost. In our time, that may mean social disapproval, public scorn, hardship, persecution, or even death itself. The questions remain: What is worth defending? What is worth dying for? What is worth living for?
This is an individual decision each and every one of us must make for himself.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Protection
An old man once said to me, "Son, there comes a time in every man's life when he stops bustin' knuckles and starts bustin' caps and usually it's when he becomes too old to take an ass whoopin'.
I don't carry a gun to kill people. I carry a gun to keep from being killed..
I don't carry a gun to scare people. I carry a gun because sometimes this world can be a scary place.
I don't carry a gun because I'm paranoid. I carry a gun because there are real threats in the world.
I don't carry a gun because I'm evil. I carry a gun because I have lived long enough to see the evil in the world.
I don't carry a gun because I hate the government. I carry a gun because I understand the limitations of government.
I don't carry a gun because I'm angry. I carry a gun so that I don't have to spend the rest of my life hating myself for failing to be prepared.
I don't carry a gun because I want to shoot someone. I carry a gun because I want to die at a ripe old age in my bed, and not on a sidewalk somewhere tomorrow afternoon.
I don't carry a gun because I'm a cowboy. I carry a gun because, when I die and go to Heaven, I want to be a cowboy.
I don't carry a gun to make me feel like a man. I carry a gun because men know how to take care of themselves and the ones they love.
I don't carry a gun because I feel inadequate. I carry a gun because, unarmed and facing three armed thugs, I am inadequate.
I don't carry a gun because I love it. I carry a gun because I love life and the people who make it meaningful to me.
"Police Protection" is an oxymoron. Free citizens must protect themselves. Police do not protect you from crime; they usually just investigate the crime after it happens and then call someone in to clean up the mess. Personally, I carry a gun because I'm too young to die and too old to take an ass whoopin'."
.....author unknown (but obviously brilliant)
Remember the average response time to a 911 call is over 4 minutes. The average response time of a 357 magnum is 1400 FPS!
I don't carry a gun to kill people. I carry a gun to keep from being killed..
I don't carry a gun to scare people. I carry a gun because sometimes this world can be a scary place.
I don't carry a gun because I'm paranoid. I carry a gun because there are real threats in the world.
I don't carry a gun because I'm evil. I carry a gun because I have lived long enough to see the evil in the world.
I don't carry a gun because I hate the government. I carry a gun because I understand the limitations of government.
I don't carry a gun because I'm angry. I carry a gun so that I don't have to spend the rest of my life hating myself for failing to be prepared.
I don't carry a gun because I want to shoot someone. I carry a gun because I want to die at a ripe old age in my bed, and not on a sidewalk somewhere tomorrow afternoon.
I don't carry a gun because I'm a cowboy. I carry a gun because, when I die and go to Heaven, I want to be a cowboy.
I don't carry a gun to make me feel like a man. I carry a gun because men know how to take care of themselves and the ones they love.
I don't carry a gun because I feel inadequate. I carry a gun because, unarmed and facing three armed thugs, I am inadequate.
I don't carry a gun because I love it. I carry a gun because I love life and the people who make it meaningful to me.
"Police Protection" is an oxymoron. Free citizens must protect themselves. Police do not protect you from crime; they usually just investigate the crime after it happens and then call someone in to clean up the mess. Personally, I carry a gun because I'm too young to die and too old to take an ass whoopin'."
.....author unknown (but obviously brilliant)
Remember the average response time to a 911 call is over 4 minutes. The average response time of a 357 magnum is 1400 FPS!
Monday, July 23, 2007
Why Idaho?
Name: Joseph Glahn Born: 3/5/1829 Place: Prussia, Germany Citizenship: 6/29/1855 Place: St. Louis, Missouri Died: 5/1/1864 Place: Virginia City, Montana Married: 5/5/1860 Place: S. Kansas City, Missouri To: Susan Louisa Eisele
Joseph came to America sometime prior to 1850. It was his plan to return to the country of his origin, but was told he would have to join the German army if he did so. In a letter to his parents he stated that if this was so, then “the honored King may have my inheritance”. Joseph was given travel money by his parents, which was “enough to get me to St. Louis, but not enough to go completely around the world”.About 1850, he made his way to the gold fields of California where he apparently found enough gold “that now I don’t need to work for anyone else, and have enough to get by comfortably”. Apparently a brother accompanied Joseph to America. There is little information about him. Joseph at one time felt that his brother did not care about him any more; although Joseph had helped him all he could from the time he came to this country. There was also mention of a nephew of Boneparrt’s who returned to “the old country”. Joseph and his brother were apparently preceded to America by other relatives. A letter from Henry F. Glahn dated 1910, to Andrew M. Glahn states: “Several years after my parents came to this country, a Mr. Joseph and Boneparrt Glahn came to America, and they were either my fathers Nephews or Cousins, I cannot positively say. This Joseph Glahn worked with my father a few years at the Wagon trade, then they both went West”. (About 1890) “Boneparrt Glahn came to my house on a visit of about two weeks. He affirmed the report of Joseph’s death, stating that he was killed, and that he, Boneparrt, was anxious to know where Joseph’s children were”.Henry’s parents were Christian Glahn and Mary Antonia (Wand). Henry was born in Prussia, Germany in 1841. He and his parents came to America in 1843. Joseph, his bride, and his young son, Andrew, apparently went to Virginia City, Montana, where Joseph was killed May 1, 1864. How he was killed is not known at this time. It is safe to assume he was probably looking for gold, and his death may have been related. Family lore says he was bushwhacked.His wife, Susan Louisa (Eisele) was remarried to Richard M. Johnson on August 7, 1865.
Richard Johnson’s marriage to Susan Louisa (Eisele) (Glahn)Richard Martin Johnson was born in August of 1832 in Pennsylvania. He married Susan on August 7, 1865, just 15 months after the death of Susan’s first husband, Joseph Glahn.To this union were born six additional children, four girls and two boys. The first, Rosa, was born May 20, 1867, in Kelso Valley, Kern County, California. May 20, 1884, she was married to Charles Carothers, at Bellevue, Idaho. She died at Richland, Oregon on February 6, 1906.Richard Johnson was born December 9, 1870 at Havilah, Kern County, California. Ten months later, he died (10/27/1871), at Havilah, California.Daisy Johnson was born February 22, 1872 in Los Angeles, California. She was married to Wade Lane on August 17, 1891, in Boistfort, Washington. She died February 3, 1945, in Detroit, Michigan.Next was another son, Edgar Johnson, born February 4, 1877 on Bishop Creek, Inyo County, California. Edgar married Nettie Capron in Lewis County, Washington, in November of 1900. He died at Prineville, Oregon, August 7, 1940.Elma May Johnson was the next daughter. She was born May 6, 1878 on Bishop Creek, Inyo, California. She died on January 6, 1883 and was buried at Bellevue, Idaho.The youngest daughter, Maud Grace Johnson was born November 10, 1878, also at Bishop Creek, California. Maud married Ory Capron in Lewis County, Washington, on December 20, 1903, at the age of twenty-five years. She died November 26, 1973, and was buried at Boistfort, Washington.
Andrew Martin Glahn was the only son of Joseph Glahn and Susan Louisa Eisele. He was born at Westport, Missouri on October 24, 1861. When he was but two and a half years old, his father, Joseph was bushwhacked at Virginia City, Montana. After Joseph’s death, Andrew’s mother, Susan, remarried, and Andrew was raised with his half brothers and sisters. There seems to be no information regarding what age he was when he struck out on his own, but it appears he was in California with his new family until he came with them to Idaho, as evidenced by the death of his half sister, Elma May, in 1883. At some point in his travels, he was to meet his future bride, Mamie Hauk, who was born in Westport, Missouri. His trail is dimmed by time, until we find him September 12, 1898, in Quartzburg, Idaho, where he wrote to his future bride. “9 years is a long time to stay in one place. I could not sit down and figer up the diferant jobs and diferant places I have bin.” The letter stated that he was boarding at Six dollars per week, and that he had a single room, for which he was paying a dollar fifty per month. He was working in a mine, and was paid three dollars per day. “That is miners wages” He said he was working in the “Ioway” mine. “There is a tunnel on this mine that is 1,000 feet long. Then there is a station or room cut out in solid rock, and in that room, there is an engine for hoisting purposes. There is a shaft which goes down 112 feet, then there is a ‘drift’ run off 200 feet. From where I work to the surface is 650 feet.” Everything is pretty high here. Meals single or other than by the week are fifty cents. Beds are also fifty cents. Provisions can be gotten here cheap by ordering from Boise City. About the country, he ad the following to say: It is a beautiful country in summer. There is no healthier place in the world. It is a timbered country consisting of Fir, Spruce, and Pine. It is in a basin hemmed in by mountains. The snowfall is about four feet on the level in the winter. The mail is brought in by Stage in the summer time, and by Sleighs in the winter. It leaves Boise City in the morning and gets here in the evening. It is 55 miles to Boise City. Quartzburg is about 100 inhabitants. It is about one and a half miles to Garnet Town, about the size of this place. It is about three miles over to Placerville, which has about 400 inhabitants. Eight miles to Centerville, about the size of Placerville. 18 miles to Idaho City, the County seat of Boise County. It is about 18 miles to Garden Valley, a farming community, lying on the Payette River. Other places adjacent are Hogam, Sweet Jerusalem, and Horseshoe Bend. At Placerville they have put in a big dredge boat to work Placer ground. “I suppose it has cost over $100,000. At Centerville there is a large dredge boat being built. This machinery is to be run by electricity. There has been an electric plant built up on Moore’s creek this summer. This is an old country, but still in its infancy. This country has been mined since the 1860’s and many of the old log cabins that were put up in ’63 to ’65 are still standing. The country looks old and ancient, and the people are old and ancient, too. I never saw so many old Ivory-haired people in my life, from 65 to 95 years of age, and hale and hearty looking old people. The old gentleman that owns this mine where I am working is over 80 years old, and still he will get out and do a whole lot of work. I like this place, and it agrees with me. I weigh 170 pounds, and never felt better in my life. How would you like to give up city life for frontier life in Idaho?
Joseph came to America sometime prior to 1850. It was his plan to return to the country of his origin, but was told he would have to join the German army if he did so. In a letter to his parents he stated that if this was so, then “the honored King may have my inheritance”. Joseph was given travel money by his parents, which was “enough to get me to St. Louis, but not enough to go completely around the world”.About 1850, he made his way to the gold fields of California where he apparently found enough gold “that now I don’t need to work for anyone else, and have enough to get by comfortably”. Apparently a brother accompanied Joseph to America. There is little information about him. Joseph at one time felt that his brother did not care about him any more; although Joseph had helped him all he could from the time he came to this country. There was also mention of a nephew of Boneparrt’s who returned to “the old country”. Joseph and his brother were apparently preceded to America by other relatives. A letter from Henry F. Glahn dated 1910, to Andrew M. Glahn states: “Several years after my parents came to this country, a Mr. Joseph and Boneparrt Glahn came to America, and they were either my fathers Nephews or Cousins, I cannot positively say. This Joseph Glahn worked with my father a few years at the Wagon trade, then they both went West”. (About 1890) “Boneparrt Glahn came to my house on a visit of about two weeks. He affirmed the report of Joseph’s death, stating that he was killed, and that he, Boneparrt, was anxious to know where Joseph’s children were”.Henry’s parents were Christian Glahn and Mary Antonia (Wand). Henry was born in Prussia, Germany in 1841. He and his parents came to America in 1843. Joseph, his bride, and his young son, Andrew, apparently went to Virginia City, Montana, where Joseph was killed May 1, 1864. How he was killed is not known at this time. It is safe to assume he was probably looking for gold, and his death may have been related. Family lore says he was bushwhacked.His wife, Susan Louisa (Eisele) was remarried to Richard M. Johnson on August 7, 1865.
Richard Johnson’s marriage to Susan Louisa (Eisele) (Glahn)Richard Martin Johnson was born in August of 1832 in Pennsylvania. He married Susan on August 7, 1865, just 15 months after the death of Susan’s first husband, Joseph Glahn.To this union were born six additional children, four girls and two boys. The first, Rosa, was born May 20, 1867, in Kelso Valley, Kern County, California. May 20, 1884, she was married to Charles Carothers, at Bellevue, Idaho. She died at Richland, Oregon on February 6, 1906.Richard Johnson was born December 9, 1870 at Havilah, Kern County, California. Ten months later, he died (10/27/1871), at Havilah, California.Daisy Johnson was born February 22, 1872 in Los Angeles, California. She was married to Wade Lane on August 17, 1891, in Boistfort, Washington. She died February 3, 1945, in Detroit, Michigan.Next was another son, Edgar Johnson, born February 4, 1877 on Bishop Creek, Inyo County, California. Edgar married Nettie Capron in Lewis County, Washington, in November of 1900. He died at Prineville, Oregon, August 7, 1940.Elma May Johnson was the next daughter. She was born May 6, 1878 on Bishop Creek, Inyo, California. She died on January 6, 1883 and was buried at Bellevue, Idaho.The youngest daughter, Maud Grace Johnson was born November 10, 1878, also at Bishop Creek, California. Maud married Ory Capron in Lewis County, Washington, on December 20, 1903, at the age of twenty-five years. She died November 26, 1973, and was buried at Boistfort, Washington.
Andrew Martin Glahn was the only son of Joseph Glahn and Susan Louisa Eisele. He was born at Westport, Missouri on October 24, 1861. When he was but two and a half years old, his father, Joseph was bushwhacked at Virginia City, Montana. After Joseph’s death, Andrew’s mother, Susan, remarried, and Andrew was raised with his half brothers and sisters. There seems to be no information regarding what age he was when he struck out on his own, but it appears he was in California with his new family until he came with them to Idaho, as evidenced by the death of his half sister, Elma May, in 1883. At some point in his travels, he was to meet his future bride, Mamie Hauk, who was born in Westport, Missouri. His trail is dimmed by time, until we find him September 12, 1898, in Quartzburg, Idaho, where he wrote to his future bride. “9 years is a long time to stay in one place. I could not sit down and figer up the diferant jobs and diferant places I have bin.” The letter stated that he was boarding at Six dollars per week, and that he had a single room, for which he was paying a dollar fifty per month. He was working in a mine, and was paid three dollars per day. “That is miners wages” He said he was working in the “Ioway” mine. “There is a tunnel on this mine that is 1,000 feet long. Then there is a station or room cut out in solid rock, and in that room, there is an engine for hoisting purposes. There is a shaft which goes down 112 feet, then there is a ‘drift’ run off 200 feet. From where I work to the surface is 650 feet.” Everything is pretty high here. Meals single or other than by the week are fifty cents. Beds are also fifty cents. Provisions can be gotten here cheap by ordering from Boise City. About the country, he ad the following to say: It is a beautiful country in summer. There is no healthier place in the world. It is a timbered country consisting of Fir, Spruce, and Pine. It is in a basin hemmed in by mountains. The snowfall is about four feet on the level in the winter. The mail is brought in by Stage in the summer time, and by Sleighs in the winter. It leaves Boise City in the morning and gets here in the evening. It is 55 miles to Boise City. Quartzburg is about 100 inhabitants. It is about one and a half miles to Garnet Town, about the size of this place. It is about three miles over to Placerville, which has about 400 inhabitants. Eight miles to Centerville, about the size of Placerville. 18 miles to Idaho City, the County seat of Boise County. It is about 18 miles to Garden Valley, a farming community, lying on the Payette River. Other places adjacent are Hogam, Sweet Jerusalem, and Horseshoe Bend. At Placerville they have put in a big dredge boat to work Placer ground. “I suppose it has cost over $100,000. At Centerville there is a large dredge boat being built. This machinery is to be run by electricity. There has been an electric plant built up on Moore’s creek this summer. This is an old country, but still in its infancy. This country has been mined since the 1860’s and many of the old log cabins that were put up in ’63 to ’65 are still standing. The country looks old and ancient, and the people are old and ancient, too. I never saw so many old Ivory-haired people in my life, from 65 to 95 years of age, and hale and hearty looking old people. The old gentleman that owns this mine where I am working is over 80 years old, and still he will get out and do a whole lot of work. I like this place, and it agrees with me. I weigh 170 pounds, and never felt better in my life. How would you like to give up city life for frontier life in Idaho?
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