And what country can preserve its liberties if their rulers are not warned from time to time that their people preserve the spirit of resistance? Let them take arms. The remedy is to set them right as to facts, pardon and pacify them. What signify a few lives lost in a century or two? The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.
Back in the mid-50s my trip to High School consisted of hiking 2 miles to and from school up a steep hill with an old belt wrapped around a few school books slung over my shoulder while fighting off feral muskrats. However, there was no threat of being blasted by an AR-15 wielded by a Social Media Video game addicted, antisocial wacko.
Media clown world has made that occurrence so common that nearly everyone is terrified of it and needs to demand others know of their fears too. It's just so silly....
The maddest I ever got my late father, even madder than when I backed his car off into a ditch, was the day he yet again launched into his story about having to walk three miles to skool thru the snow and I said, yeah, yeah, I know, uphill both ways in the hottest part of July KAPOW! Bet your sweet azz I never did THAT again.
Mine was 1/2 mile up hill all the way. One day got to the playground fence and turned around, it was cold. Mom was no wiser to me, ha ha.
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Back in the mid-50s my trip to High School consisted of hiking 2 miles to and from school up a steep hill with an old belt wrapped around a few school books slung over my shoulder while fighting off feral muskrats. However, there was no threat of being blasted by an AR-15 wielded by a Social Media Video game addicted, antisocial wacko.
ReplyDeleteMedia clown world has made that occurrence so common that nearly everyone is terrified of it and needs to demand others know of their fears too. It's just so silly....
DeleteThe media gives the shooters fame, generates copy cats.
DeleteI remember those days. Summer school wasn't so bad, really.
ReplyDeleteNow middle of winter, that was another story.
AND on their way home.
ReplyDeleteThe maddest I ever got my late father, even madder than when I backed his car off into a ditch, was the day he yet again launched into his story about having to walk three miles to skool thru the snow and I said, yeah, yeah, I know, uphill both ways in the hottest part of July KAPOW! Bet your sweet azz I never did THAT again.
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