Interim...

...and the rain falls...

The 'Kids' and I left early this morning for our daily walk. Heavy overcast, rain sporadic earlier, threatening to burst heavy at any minute. Not cold, but not a warm day, either. Neither comfortable nor uncomfortable. A good first day of summer for walking and thinking.

Summer is the growth time, the time of freshening the spirit for the coming cold months. Deeply cold months.

Even in the rain, it's time for growth and introspection.

Footsteps pounding the ground, swishing through the knee high grass, soaking the lower legs and feet as I follow  the hounds bounding gaily ahead, noses to the ground one moment, in the air the next. A blade of grass here, chewed and swallowed or coughed back out. Scattering like partridge at a sound or sight of something invisible to me and they chase each other in and out the underbrush, through muddy swamp patches, to emerge black with smelly muck on their lithe white bodies. Droplets of mud and water swirl about them as they shake themselves free a moment before flitting again into the undergrowth, losing themselves to my sight in the dark woods.

All around me is northern forest- pines, some islands of poplar and here and there a bright white birch. Not silent at all.  Even on such a day there are robins singing their trill song, a squirrel chattering, mosquitoes buzzing about me, deer flies attempting quick snacks of my flesh, droplets of water falling from the trees above and around me, from the sky above, the joyous barks of the pups, playful growling.

It isn't perfect. But it's close. Quiet, for all intents and purposes. Peaceful, despite those out of sight lives being snatched by carnivores to make their daily meal. No animosity or angst or fear or despair.

Just life and living it.

Just like the dogs ahead of me- my 'Kids'.  Not concerned with what was going on in the world about them, just what they were doing, enjoying, loving, bounding among.

And as the rains fall harder, we get soaked to the skin, chilled by the rivulets finding their way behind the collar, down between shoulder blades and tickling my waist.

We're still a mile from the house and the decision comes to me because I know it's the right one, that it's led by the Spirit and what He desires of me for the moment.

My life has been filled with anger and cynicism of late, sometimes hate and hateful, disparaging.

Anger at my government, at people around me, at people I don't know. At myself.

Cynicism is part of my make-up, my nature. I don't believe everything. Usually don't believe anything but what I have felt, tasted, seen, with my own senses. What I've seen in myself isn't warming and I know it's time to extinguish some fires and light others.

It' time to spend more time where I belong, seeking and relearning, growing once again close to what really matters to me, to communing with the One Who Is I Am, and refreshing the Spirit within me.

Summer... sometimes wet. Sometimes warm. Sometimes dry. Sometimes cold. Always time to get out...

Time to get beyond the walls and back into the trees, the lakes and rivers... time to feel the movement of the kayak beneath me, to feel the pull of the blade moving me ahead... to smell the campfire and the coffee cooking beside the platter of fresh caught fish... to let the smoke sting my eyes and wipe away the tear that is not from pain or suffering or despair...  time to feel a belly hunger from exertion and work rather than a time-piece... time to once again feel the jolt of surprise and exhilaration  atop a roller coaster wave or the close contact of a bear sniffing my toes... time to feel the joy of sleep come upon the breast of the earth beneath my body. Time to once again spend a day reading only one Word, singing one hymn, having one thought, hearing only one Voice.  Time to enjoy it again while I have yet this one summer remaining. Who knows how many more will be available?  Who knows what fate will befall this great country before this summer is past?

Let's all take one more deep breath of freedom while we still can.

I'll see you after freeze up. After the Season of Refreshing.

Be safe.

Bless God.

God bless.

Shy III

Would'ja lookit that!

(No black box pix available and I don't wanna go find an airbag to blow up.)
"...By next month, every driver in the U.S. will be required to have a black box in their vehicle.
The National Highway Traffic Safety Administration will declare that all automobiles are required to contain the event data recorder - similar to those found in aircraft - in order to monitor driving habits and provide a snapshot of the final moment of impact if the car crashes..."
Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-1390435/Black-boxes-vehicles-compulsory-month.html#ixzz1PORltBYQ

Ya know what I'm really interested in learning?
"How do they plan on forcing me to put something on my vehicle that I refuse?"
Seriously- isn't there some kind of law that says I don't have to purchase something I don't want, and I have a right to my privacy?  If I don't want an asshole knowing what I'm doing, then it's none of his business.
Hey, little black boy in DC- didja read that? "It's none of your damn business what I do, where I go, what I drive or when I drive, let alone how much gas I burn up."  Furthermore, I don't give one shitty turd if you have any information more than what bystanders can give you when an accident occurs, so don't be plying me with your BS about how convenient these will be for the insurance companies and police in solving 'crimes'.
According to the Mail article, Government Motors has been putting these in cars for quite a few years- if yours has an airbag, it may have a black box- and of course, there's OnStar. How convenient for us to be able to call 9-1-1 without moving a muscle after an accident. 
Isn't it convenient for the Gestapo that so many 'Americans' willingly accept convenience in their lives?
But, for sake of convenience, lemme carry this thought a bit...
I'm sitting in my living room, or bedroom, or at a cafe having coffee with my Honey, look out the window and see some mall ninjas messing with my vehicle and I confront them. One decides he's going to be more belligerent than I. And I shoot both their asses to death.
"Honest, Judge- my client has right to protect his body and property from vandals."
I rest my case.
Funny thing about this article: it's from the Mail OnLine, from the U.K. I haven;t seen anything of this on any of the American rags I read on line (I don't read paper rags- too spendy just to read lies).
Bless God. God bless.
Shy III

Flag Day... well, 'twas the nite before...

'Twas the nite before Flag Day

and all through the house

not a puppy was stirrin',

not even the mouser...

Which meant I had nuttin'

to do but press a button...

                                    You can click the image to embigify if you're interested...
Bless God, God bless.
Shy III

No Shots Fired...

"...STOCKTON, CA - A federal education official Wednesday morning offered little information as to why federal agents raided a Stockton man's home Tuesday morning.
The resident, Kenneth Wright, does not have a criminal record and he had no reason to believe why what he thought was a S.W.A.T team would be breaking down his door at 6 in the morning.
"I look out of my window and I see 15 police officers," Wright said.
As Wright came downstairs in his boxer shorts, he said the officers barged through his front door. Wright said an officer grabbed him by the neck and led him outside on his front lawn.
"He had his knee on my back and I had no idea why they were there," Wright said.
According to Wright, officers also woke his three young children, ages 3, 7, and 11, and put them in a Stockton police patrol car with him. Officers then searched his house.
"They put me in handcuffs in that hot patrol car for six hours, traumatizing my kids," Wright said..."

Via Drudge: http://www.news10.net/news/article/141108/2/Questions-srrounds-raid-of-Stockton-home

The worst part? This was over a defaulted student loan. Just imagine what would've happened if it had been over a defaulted house loan. Or worse, a Government Motors Corp loan that was defaulted on.
A S.W.A.T. team, of all things. Someone watches way too damn much television. Got news for you SWAT weenies: TV ain't real, but the bullets you're going to run into one of these days will be. Well, suck it up, assholes. Your bosses don't care. Yet. What was that? "Unintended Consequences"? Really?

Bless God, God bless.

Shy III

Patriots Killed Today

Note the Abortion Counter to the left.
How many Patriots are killed daily in America- and all we do is accept it?
There is only one issue in America today, and throughout the world.
Life.
Period.
Life is the only absolute issue worth fighting about, all that is worth defending.

But whose life are we talking about? Is it just our own life, and that of those in our small groups? Are we defending only the lives of those close to us? Are we including defending the rights and lives and freedoms of those in far-away lands, such as what our troops are doing now?

While here in America, we love to throw in our 'personal freedoms' and our 'rights' as Americans to do as we please, to not be controlled by nannydotgov. We talk about freedom for ourselves and our posterity, yet we condone sacrificing our unborn on the Devil's altar.
And we come up with all kinds of reasons to 'legalize' murdering our unborn children- everything from 'I can't afford a baby' or 'it will destroy my lovely body' or "I was raped" or "it was incest" or 'it isn't a 'viable' human being'.
To all of which I say bullshit.
There's a real 'debate' going on at Arctic Patriot's right now about what constitutes a human being. A real eye-opener, especially in light of the 'patriot' movement.
Are you all for fighting for your freedoms, yet unwilling to fight for the freedom of those yet unborn? Are you talking about how you'll stop the attack across your threshold, yet condone killing a voice that has yet to be heard?

Is that patriotism? Is that being an American? Is that what American values are?

When the abortion issue first came about, a brother in law commented to me that, "Without life, there are no issues." I've pretty much adopted that as my own, for without life, there is no issue.

My son was born as the result of a 'one night stand' and because of my beliefs, despite what his mother wanted. I have never regretted that decision and never will. He truly is the apple of my eye.

If you've voted democrat, you are a murderer. Period. End of statement. There is no justification for voting to kill someone without justification, regardless of lifespan or making it a party platform.

If you are pro-choice, you are a murderer. Period. End of statement. There is no justification to agreeing to kill someone who is defenseless and has committed no crime deserving of death.

If you are a patriot, you are for life- all life. You don't take life needlessly. Life is sacred to you, you value and honor it- why else would you want to be free?

For those who think abortion is good for society... that abortion is something we should condone... one question...

What do you say to your children when they reach the point in your life and tell you, "We have to let you go, the doctors know what's best, and we really can't afford to keep you any more."

Think about it.

Bless God, God bless.

Shy III