One of my uncles, who was a US Marine in the Pacific Theater in WW2, had a lovingly restored, fully operational, BAR (Browning Automatic Rifle) sitting on a tripod in his livingroom, aimed directly at the front door, locked and loaded. That's where I come from. You don't wanna rub me the wrong way.
Big Brother successfully gave our civilian militias a bad name, by using the trilateralist owned mass media propaganda machine to spew lies about them, associating them with militant white supremicist fringe groups, and also with McVey and Nichols. (McVey & Nichols were CIA MK Ultra mind-controlled drones, used for nefarious purposes, and disposed of.) ..We are supposed to have an organized, well trained, well armed, standing civilian militia, with no association to the US military, and not under any federal authority whatsoever. This is written in the Constitution. It's there to protect us from tyranny. Welp, the goddamn tyrants fucked us on that one, didn't they...
I'm mostly White with some Indigenous American mixed in for good measure. But I'm a Rebel Soul. The heart of Spartacus and the soul of Crazy Horse influence my psyche. I will not go quietly. I'm here on this planet at this turbulent time for a purpose. I'm not exactly certain precisely what that purpose is just yet, but I'm preparing mentally for whatever I must do when the time comes.
Big Brother, totalitarianism, authoritarianism, domination is all of our shared mortal enemy. I don't know what's gonna happen, or when, but I aim to fight when the time comes, by whatever means are available to me at that time. Bare hands, if necessary.
Better to die fighting one's enemy than to be imprisoned or enslaved in irons.
May everybody's Deity of choice bless us all, in all of our endeavors.
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