posted on May, 9 2011 @ 12:31 PM
My life was saved by government type programs. VA healthcare for starters, and 2 or 3 more assistance and "entitlements" things. Sometimes, when
you get so beset by maladies while falling through the cracks of society, you cannot pull yourself up by your own bootstraps, without major serious
professional help which a mere family member could never provide.
Therefore, I was very much quite leftwing liberal, albeit monetarily, versus socially. I was also vehemently anti-gun. 20-something years ago, a
friend went with me to go buy a gun and then we went to a gun range, to learn it. But I was increasingly severely depressed. When alone, with it
loaded and cocked, I put it to my head, and tried hard and patiently, to muster up the courage, to blow myself away. Numerous times I did that. But
one day, instead, I took it to another gun store, and sold it and it's rounds to them. No more gun. For me.
Today as I'm listening to Alex Jones, it sounded like he started to cry. It's been viscerally obvious to me why, you need not listen to him, nor
believe nor like him. Just pay even small attention to the MSM or go publicly travel. Everywhere, it's like we are overrun with the KGB and
Gestapo. Increasing false flag games and threats have increasing shocking statements from politicians who declare, "More crackdowns on the American
people!" Including infants, beauty contest celebrities, 6 yr old girls, an old people in wheelchairs. I heard they finally turned on the Amish. I
wondered when. I used to hear horror stories about how in certain Latin American countries, the "Federalies" could "disappear" you from your
family, who'd never get answers about you again. Now, here.
Today I keep thinking about 1776, when George Washington and his ragtag band, fought back the British RedCoats. Today I keep thinking about muskets
and horses, and people of strong will and righteous purpose. But today I also remembered when I had expressed more than cynicism against the
Constitution. Annnnnd Libertarian Americans. I keep guiltily feeling sorry about that today, against a song in my brain, that keeps replaying.
Something with drums and flutes and "Yankee doodle dandy...." I don't think it's from a TV commercial "earworm." For some reason, I feel like
I need to watch 'The Patriot' with Mel Gibson.
I don't know exactly how to end this thread, it was not a request for responses, although you all are more than welcome to. I just felt strongly
self compelled to express all this in words. Even though it might get me put on some bad-people list. Get me in trouble. Just like a very large
signature, on the bottom of some Resistance parchment.