Those that do not

You know how the rest goes. I stated in a previous post that, in the 6th grade, Mrs Ide was handing out countries for a report that we were supposed to do. This was approx. 1973, and we were still involved with a Cold War with what was then called the U.S.S.R. short for Union of Soviet Socialists Republic, a.k.a. the Soviet Union. This was before the fall of the Berlin wall and America was one of two super-powers, Russia being the second. While the other kids were choosing countries like France, Great Britain and Spain, I was sick at home. The next day, I was given the only country left (because nobody wanted it) Russia. Now, being that it was 1973, there were no smart phones, no Google and definately no internet. My research had to be done in libraries, encyclopedias, travel books and brochures. I learned how to operate a microfiche machine in the basement of the local University library. I had to learn the countries export products, its art, its people and its government. I read about its history and its fashion, the countries religion, or lack of and some of its customs. Being 11 years old, you could say that my heart was not in it and I did not do as good of a job as I could have or should have. I remember thinking that the people looked like the average American. I can now thank God that I was forced to do that report as I can now see what the difference between a free American citizen and a Russian subject is. In communist Russia, it is the government that decides how much education you can get, what kind of job you will have and how much money you can keep. The GOVERNMENT decides for you. Someone else decides your fate, future and life. That means that the people of Russia are slaves to the government.

Lets put it in terms todays generation can understand. If you go to your local grocery store to buy cereal, you have what seems like hundreds of choices. From Cap’t Crunch, Raisin Bran to Cheerios, to the store brands of them to the many bags of breakfast granola, you have choices to what you want and how much you want to buy. In a communist controlled society, your choice would be to buy one box of the one brand of cereal or not, that is your choice. Think of how you get your news. In America, you can buy the Times, the Chronicle, the local rag, get onto the internet or Google the subject that you want. (Although Google, being a privately owned company does direct you toward what they want you to see/read) but the point is, you have choices. In a communist controlled society, you have the choice of reading the government controlled news, or no news at all. That is your choice. The government even says you can’t protect yourself as any and all weapons are strictly controlled or outright banned. You can’t even have a pocket knife.

So imagine my feelings when I read that thousands of students walked out of school Wednesday to protest and ask for more gun control. These students whose heads are full of crap from socialist teachers actually demanding that they get fewer rights. They are admitting that they are too stupid to make choices for their lives. Let me explain. In our country, a person is considered an adult at the age of 18. They can join the military, if mentally, emotionally and physically able, learn to shoot a gun and risk their lives in the defense of this country. At 18, a person is old enough to vote and become the master of their own lives. Graduation is just the beginning as it means that you have learned the minimum. That is why it is called the commencement as you will go on with the beginning of your adult life. So now people that likes to eat tide pods and have communist teachers tell them what to think are now telling everyone that they are not old enough mentally or emotionally to own a rifle. I could support this if you also make it so you can’t vote until you are 21 years old also. So now, at 18, you can vote and risk your life to protect the country and be responsible for your own decisions but you cant drink or buy a rifle. All because of a Tide-Pod eating communist robot says that they are not smart enough to be held responsible for their own actions and they don’t think anyone under the age of 21 is either. This coming from the same snowflakes that need cry-rooms when the person they wanted to be president looses the election. You remember that famous YouTube posting of a young girl threatening suicide if Hillary wasn’t “given” the president’s job.

It is a major disservice that, well it is no wonder why anyway that public schools no longer teach the evils of communism. Since most professors are, they don’t want their students to recognize it until it is too late. But when I was in school, I had to read classical literature like ‘The Grapes of Wrath”, “The Scarlett Letter”, “Feirenheight 451” and either “Animal Farm” or “1984”. The last two books were written in the 1940’s where the rise of communism was apperent in both communist Russia and Socialist Germany. Both books were a warning from George Orwell as to the dangers and evil of government control of the individual. Come to think of it, the same could be said for Feirenheight 451 as the government destroyed all books and controlled what the populace learned. The point is, our youth, the future of our society, is so dumbed down that our very way of life, our freedom, the very notion of accountability, self reliance and rugged individualism has been eliminated from so many of our youth. The very thought of these young skulls full of crap, marching to have government take more individual rights away, all sanctioned by the government to me is like watching the cattle walking up to the butcher and saying ‘ kill me now, I am too stupid to live free’. And it is your fault as a parent if your little crumb snatcher participated in this government sanction walk out. Had my kids participated, it would not have gone well for them. If they want to live like a communist then by God I would be more than willing to be the Czar and they would know what it is to live without rights.

The need for school vouchers has never been more apparent to me. As a parent, I should be able to choose where my child is educated. Public indoctrination centers, er sorry, public schools are in need of a purging of certain tenured professors and teachers. If you are not monitoring what your children are learning, it is your fault. Go to a Parent Teacher conference and attend the PTA meetings of your children’s school. The future of your children’s and your freedom may depend on it.

 

 

The road to Camp Perry #1

Growing up, I looked forward to spending time with my dad. You see, I had, still have, a dad that actually wanted to spend time with me and teach me the things that I needed to know to become a productive member of society, not some snowflake that needs an emotional support dog when I get a bad grade in school. More on that in another blog entry.

About twice a month, on a Saturday, we would go to the store, buy a ‘brick’ of 22 caliber ammunition, some gatorade and some targets, head up into the mountains where plinking was allowed and he would teach me gun safety and gun control, you know…how to hold a gun and hit your target. At $11 or less for a brick, which was 10 boxes of 50 rounds for a total of 500 rounds, we could spend several hours target shooting/plinking. Then, he alway took a rake and trash container to ‘police’ our area, or clean up our mess. “Always leave the area as clean or cleaner than when you found it” was what he would always say. It was ‘our’ time to bond. Dad grew up on a ranch, and mom grew up on a farm so both of my parents thought I should know gun safety. Dad had to keep the coyotes away from the herd and mom had to keep the fox away from the hen house. And grampa was a sniper. During the depression, a box of 50 rounds of 22 ammo had to help feed a family so every shot had to count. So, you can guess that I grew up with a healthy respect for gun safety.

Well, fast forward 40 years and I became interested in the NRA conventional pistol competition held at Camp Perry. This form of pistol shooting is known as ‘bullseye’ shooting. Simply put, take a target the size of a one pound coffee can, set the coffee can on its side so the round bottom is at shoulder height at 75 feet away from you and shoot 10 rounds at it. Think its easy, well, you have to shoot one handed only. You shoot 22 caliber, then any center fire cartridge like 32 caliber up to and including 45 caliber, then 45. So, to give you a better idea of how hard it is, take a laser pointer and a 4 pound weight. Hold the weight in your strong hand while holding the laser pointer like a pencil in the same hand and hold the red dot from the laser pointer at a spot 75 feet away without moving the dot. Thousands of people from all over the country converge to Camp Perry to compete. Military, law enforcement and civilians alike compete against one another and themselves for the highest scores. I found out recently, that both my dad and mother wanted to compete at Camp Perry, but never had the time, money or chance. So, I am planning to go this year. My parents can live vicariously through my experiences as I go to a competition that I have wanted to participate in for a couple of years now.

Now, I go to the range 2 or 3 times a month. I practice self defence with my sidearm, I take the same classes police have to every year. I try out many different types and styles of guns. I practice every month, as any competant gun owner should so I thought my past experience would propel me to a good score. Bwahahaha (a Dr. Evil laugh) or so I thought.

Since I had never shot competitively, officially, I figured that I needed the experience of a couple of local and state competitions so that I can get into the ‘swing’ of things. What can I expect? What will I need? After all, I will be competing against thousands from across the country.  I have to concider everything from the accuracy and reliability of my gun, to what I eat for breakfast ( avoid coffee and refined sugar) to even how I stand (time to see my chiropractor). So, I became a member of my states shooting association and made sure my NRA membership was active and in good standing (if you are not a member, shame on you, you should be) and I signed up for my very first NRA sanctioned tournement. I would like to inform you that my score was high, I said ‘like to’ didn’t I? I got the lowest score in the state. I was embarassed as I have been shooting for a half century. (My garsh, am I that old?) I had gone to the range the day before to practice. I shot at the same distances with the same gun using the same brand and type of ammo with the same time limits, oh, I forgot to tell you that there are time limits. More on that in a moment. Anyway, at practice, I was shooting scores of 87 out of 100 which should be good enough to qualify as ‘Marksman’. There are 5 classifications. From lowest to highest there is ‘Marksman’, ‘Sharpshooter’, ‘Expert’, ‘Master’ and finaly ‘High Master’. I was expecting to be a high Marksman close to Sharpshooter. Instead, I got the lowest score in the state with a 51 percent.

It started the following morning after my practice. I got up earlier than I am used to, did not eat breakfast and became nervous as this was my first official competition. So, my hand was shaking from low blood sugar, nervousness and lack of sleep. Now add that my gun, which worked flawlessly the day before, started jamming on me adding to my frustration which caused me to shake even more. I was like Don Knotts in ‘The Shakiest Gun in the West’.  You can say that, while I failed that day, I learned alot to be better prepared for my goal of Camp Perry.

Oh yea! You want to know about the timed element. Well, the competition goes like this… you first have 10 minutes to shoot 10 rounds at the target at 75 feet. Then, you have 20 seconds to shoot 10 rounds at the target at 50 feet, then finally 10 seconds to shoot 10 rounds at the target at 50 feet. And you do that 3 times, once with a 22 caliber one day, then once with any center fire cartridge between 32 to 45 the next day, then finally with the 45 on day 3.

So, I bought a fitness tracker to help me walk more, for enurance. I bought a 10 pound weight to build my strength and, with my new found knowledge am trying to be better prepared…AS I WILL NOT SUFFER THE EMBARRASEMENT of getting the lowest score again. I will keep you informed to my progress as I prepare for Camp Perry 2018.