Saturday, February 16, 2013

Alt-Market with a thoughtful article

There is no other culture on earth that has the capacity, like Americans currently do, to defeat centralists, defend individual liberty, and end the pursuit of total global power in this lifetime. We are the first and last line. If freedom is undone here, it is undone everywhere for generations to come. This is our responsibility. This is our providence. There can be no complacency. There can be no compromise. There can be no fear. It ends on this ground. One way, or another…

Gun Rights: Are There Any Peaceful Solutions Left?

Thursday, February 14, 2013

The Fight at the San Jacinto, John Williamson Parker

"NOW for a brisk and cheerful fight!"
  Said Harman, big and droll,
As he coaxed his flint and steel for a light,
  And puffed at his cold clay bowl;
"For we are a skulking lot," says he,
  "Of land-thieves hereabout,
And these bold señors, two to one,
  Have come to smoke us out."

Santa Anna and Castillon,
  Almonte brave and gay,
Portilla red from Goliad,
  And Cos with his smart array.
Dulces and cigaritos,
  And the light guitar, ting-tum!
Sant' Anna courts siesta,
  And Sam Houston taps his drum.

The buck stands still in the timber—
  "Is it patter of nuts that fall?"
The foal of the wild mare whinnies—
  Did he hear the Comanche call?
In the brake by the crawling bayou
  The slinking she-wolves howl;
And the mustang's snort in the river sedge
  Has startled the paddling fowl.

A soft, low tap, and a muffled tap,
  And a roll not loud nor long—
We would not break Sant' Anna's nap,
  Nor spoil Almonte's song.
Saddles and knives and rifles!
  Lord! but the men were glad
When Deaf Smith muttered "Alamo!"
  And Karnes hissed "Goliad!"

The drummer tucked his sticks in his belt,
  And the fifer gripped his gun.
Oh, for one free, wild, Texan yell,
  As we took the slope in a run!
But never a shout nor a shot we spent,
  Nor an oath nor a prayer, that day,
Till we faced the bravos, eye to eye,
  And then we blazed away.

Then we knew the rapture of Ben Milam,
  And the glory that Travis made,
With Bowie's lunge, and Crockett's shot,
  And Fannin's dancing blade;
And the heart of the fighter, bounding free
  In his joy so hot and mad—
When Millard charged for Alamo,
  Lamar for Goliad.

Deaf Smith rode straight, with reeking spur,
  Into the shock and rout:
"I've hacked and burned the bayou bridge;
  There 's no sneak's back-way out!"
Muzzle or butt for Goliad,
  Pistol and blade and fist!
Oh, for the knife that never glanced,
  And the gun that never missed!

Dulces and cigaritos,
  Song and the mandolin!
That gory swamp is a gruesome grove
  To dance fandangoes in.
We bridged the bog with the sprawling herd
   That fell in that frantic rout;
We slew and slew till the sun set red,
  And the Texan star flashed out.

good stuff from mercop

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Sunday night humor

I apologize for not posting more stuff here. Life has definitely found a way to take all of my waking hours the past few weeks.

Oh well, here's dme funny pics...

Saturday, February 2, 2013

I heard this earlier today...

There is a war going on for your mind.
If you are thinking
You are winning.
Resistance is victory,
Defeat is impossible.
Your weapons are already at hand.
Reach within you and find the means
By which to gain your freedom.
Fight with tools.
Your fate, and that of everyone you know
Depends on it.

-Flobots, We Are Winning