Like I said, we, those in the fight of our lives for liberty, are taking back what was taken from us.

After this election, these will not be considered “Paul” delegates. And they, coupled even with the tea party leaning newly elected local committee members who were not Paul supporters, will be a force to be reckoned with. The GOP of today, is not what it was in Reagan’s time. And even that version of the party did not go far enough. A few more election cycles and we may just be closer to taking one party back from the personified putrefaction that has controlled it for so long.

We don’t care so much about any particular party in name. It’s just that the power structure in place makes it nearly impossible to have anything more than a two party system in this country. I hate it, and it’s not how it should be, but there it is. The biggest concern is that that power structure is, in fact, there, and can be a tempting draw for anyone who kicks the current scumbags out to take over themselves and forget that the point is to break that power structure down and return the power back to its proper place, into the hands of individuals and of the states.

The Romneybots should give it up. It’s over. You may take the White House. This time. But though I could argue with some of the conclusions, someone said in January that it could be the last time. And we, the anti progressive coalition, are taking the party back, with a view toward turning our country back to its founding principles.

If only it can be done before it careens off the financial cliff.

Stay Dangerous, My Friends.

Because I don’t live in Florida, I wasn’t following the primary today that closely, but I was aware that Allen West was being challenged, probably partly due to redistricting. I didn’t know who, but now I do. And he sounds like a certifiable DIABLO, a term I believe was coined by Mark Steyn during the 2009 fiasco where the Stupid Party, including the RNC and Newt Gingrinch and a few other traitors, backed Dede Scozzafava, who, on the last day before the election when it was clear she wasn’t going to win, withdrew from the race and backed…Bob Owens, the Demonrat. (No, not that Bob Owens!)

So I dug around a little and found this article from back in February where you can see this gem of a caption underneath the photo with West’s challenger Sheriff Robert Crowder and his wife:

Longtime Martin sheriff: Robert Crowder celebrates with his wife, Debbie, on election night in August 2008. Crowder, elected five times, says Allen West ‘caters’ to people ‘ruining our party.’

Mr. Scozzafava uh, Crowder, IT’S NOT YOUR PARTY. From the sounds of things, it never was. You, and several generations of petrified octogenarians infiltrated my party and rotted it from within with your personified putrefaction. GET OUT. Stop your crossdressing, go sulk in your closet and come out with your Democratic Socialist clothing that you seem so comfortable in. It is our party, the tea party leaning fiscal conservatives who believe in the smallest government possible without leaving a vacuum for tyrants to try to fill, and we are taking the party back that you stole from us.

Traitor Crowder also pulled a Scozzafava by backing Alex Sink for governor of Florida in 2010 against Rick Scott, who was the tea party favorite.
Here’s what he thinks of liberty minded folks:

Crowder added: “There’s a certain element in our party that’s ruining our party. Look at our presidential primaries. This real hard, scorched-earth type political activists, the ultra-right political element of the party. There comes a time when you have to try to work together, and we’ve gotten things so polarized now because of partisan politics that it’s just hurting the people.”

Working together, with the Marxists across the aisle, likely for at least the past 100 years, since at least Woodrow Wilson *spit*, is what got us in this mess in the first place. There was a time, possibly, when too many liberty minded folks ceded far too much control over their own lives to politicians like you, and we weren’t properly represented in Washington. That time — to work together — is past. A sleeping giant has awoken. It’s time to crush our opponents, politically. And you are clearly not the man for the job. Thank God Mr. West gave you the Southern Fried Wuppin’ you deserved.

According to this more recent article from June, the Sheriff even pulled a Dick Lugar, DIABLO writ large by asking Democrats to vote in the Republican primaries:

At the NAACP forum, Crowder said, “Although I love my Republicans, the ones who are going to make the difference this election are the Democrats. Because you could be a Democrat, and become a Republican in the primary, and still vote for your Democrats in the general election.”

You sleazy … [well, the word I wanted to put here isn’t suitable for my small, but mixed readership]. There was a lot of he said / she said in the article about what went on in the St. Lucie County Republican Executive Committee meeting to decide who to endorse in the primary, but in the end, Crowder said this:

“That’s not true, and (Edson) knows that,” Crowder said. “I took responsibility for that, and I certainly would appreciate those (Democratic) votes.”

There are complaints about West’s treatment of Crowder and his unwillingness to shake Crowder’s hand and that “…that Sheriff Crowder deserves a lot more respect than Allen West is giving him”.

Uh, no, respect is something you need to work to earn and I applaud Congressman West for refusing to give on a show of faux respect for someone who deserves no such respect. You do not deserve respect just due to your position or prior service to the citizens of your county.

The best quote between the two articles is this:

“There will be plenty of time to debate Democrats after the primary,” said Edson, who attended the meeting.

Zing! Well deserved.

Thank you for staying in the fight, Congressman West. We’ve got your six.

Stay Dangerous, My Friends.

Mr. Friedman schools Phil Donahue. Too bad Milt isn’t still with us.

h/t: William Jacobson

I am guilty of making the mistake of seeing off soldiers who are going into a battle zone with a comment something like “stay safe.” I’ve since learned, from a great line in Battlestar Galactica, as well as elsewhere in real life, that that’s in bad form. You don’t tell a soldier to stay safe. His job is to be unsafe. His job is to be dangerous. You tell a soldier, “Good Hunting,” or something similar.

Alvie has a Doble Equis mock up that I hope goes viral. “Stay Dangerous, My Friends.”

Indeed. Life is dangerous. Be more dangerous than the tyrant or the freelance socialist (the common criminal). And win.

Nice job, Mr. Dobbs. And great answers, David and Mike.

Mike Vanderboegh links to an article on Townhall.com by Ann Coulter which she ends with this:

Innocent people dying was the objective of Fast and Furious, not collateral damage.

It would be as if the Bush administration had implemented a covert operation to dump a dangerous abortifacient in Planned Parenthood clinics, resulting in hundreds of women dying — just to give pro-lifers an argument about how dangerous abortion clinics are.

That’s what Fast and Furious is about.

Why does a Walter Duranty quote come to mind? Something about an omelet.

The co-conspirators of Fast and Furious intended for people (mostly Mexicans) to die and facilitated their deaths to give them a justification push an agenda that has been a losing political proposition since the 1994 elections.

The only thing botched about this operation is they got caught.

How many people went to prison over Watergate, a crime where no one was killed? And yet we still have criminals with murderous intent, not only walking free, but lording it over us.

h/t Mike

…by this.

I mean, I’m all for removing alcohol commerce from the hands of government altogether.

On the other hand, another idiotic GOP move that gives special consideration to a political event, notwithstanding that it’s a Democrat event.

But then on the third hand…why not keep them sloshed enough to forget what they’re here for.

Hmm, how should I feel about this. Decisions, decisions.

Update: But then again, the slimeballs are claiming they don’t have time for HB111, but they do have time for this?

How about you?

Fascinating.

No price for the ammo listed, but as expected, it is mentioned that it is expensive. But it also demonstrates an absurdity of US law. Though this pistol could likely, technically be imported without too many hurdles, each round of ammo would be considered a suppression device and would need to be registered with the BATFE and subject to the payment of a $200 tax. And yet we are constantly subjected to inane noise ordinances at the local level in North Carolina (and I’m sure most other states). So isn’t time we push government at all levels to get their flippin’ act together and remove noise reduction devices from the NFA restricted list? We do, after all, *require* mufflers on cars. Why not guns?

In my mind, Ann Coulter lost a huge amount of credibility with me when she backed first Christie and then Romney, while ridiculing anyone who disagreed with her.

But for the most part, before this election season, she’s been spot on in many areas. Though I could do without her libertarian-hate.

But this article on the connection between the Democrat party and the KKK and gun control is choice. Click and read.

I spent last week visiting family in the Northeast US and, as usual, I drove, partly to avoid the gropers and imposters at the Terminally Stupid Agency, but also because, let’s just say that I like to bring a few ‘things’ with me legally secured in the trunk.

Well, since Virginia is better than most states regarding open carry and also honors the North Carolina CHL, I was still armed (doubly) by the time I pulled off the highway 30 miles south of DC for lunch and a bathroom break.

After consuming what sometimes passes as food at a well known fast food restaurant, I headed to the public restroom. For medical reasons that I’ll spare you right now, I need to use the public restrooms more than I’d like. Given the condition of some I’ve walked into, I sometimes would have preferred the woods and some leaves. I’m even stuck with using the stalls due to my condition.

Whenever possible, I am usually carrying one officer’s model 1911 in a SmartCarry holster, and a second full size 1911 on my hip in an OWB holster, sometimes covered (depending on the situation), sometimes not. At this particular time, I was wearing a sweater over the full size piece.

Again, due to my condition and the fact that I’m carrying two handguns, I typically seek out the handicap stall, since it has a nice hand rail that I can put to good use.

So I stepped into the handicap stall and close the door and…crap…the lock is broken. But it does close securely, at least, the lock being a separate push-button on this stall door. So, I take the chance.

I wonder if you can guess where this is going.

My routine is to take both spare magazines (with their mag pouches) for the full size 1911 off my belt and lay them on top of the industrial toilet paper dispenser, where they fit quite nicely. Then I take my full size 1911 in its holster off my belt and secure it between the handrail and the stall wall. It’s normally surprisingly secure, but in this stall, I was a little concerned that it might fall outward (but not through), as the fit was a little tighter. Nevertheless, after testing it a bit, I believed it was secure enough to hold it in place while I did my business.

Next step is to drop the trousers and pull the SmartCarry high up on my chest and rotate it so that pockets holding the gun and the spare mags are on my right side, out of the way. Just as I was about to do that…you guessed it…the door opened. Now, it would be one thing if this dude had just blurted out apologies and closed the door quickly, as an normal human would. But this guy, kept on trying to walk into the stall, where I was standing with my pants at my ankles, a gun plainly visible in a holster in front my crotch area, and another gun on the hand rail of the stall.

My stupidly polite nature kicked in and I said “Sir!” and gently pushed him out while I closed the door. As one friend said, I need to get in touch with my inner a$$h*le. This moron never even made eye contact with me. It was like this was normal for him. But he never even said a word, either, so I don’t think he was trying to bully me out of the stall. All I could think of later is that he must have been high on something.

I stood their in the stall, pants still at my ankles, hand on the butt of the gun in the SmartCarry, nodding my head in disbelief at what just happened, repeating “WTF just happened?” over and over again. I was more angry with myself for calling him “Sir” when some expletives were probably in order. But even worse was the realization that I was caught completely off guard in condition white, even after noting that the stall door lock was non-functional. (After the incident, I removed my belt and used it to secure the door to the handrail before proceeding with my business.)

So, yes, even when you are Pants Free ™, please remember not to get caught in condition white.