At midnight on Wednesday, many law-abiding Americans became felons. That includes you, if you’re in possession of a pistol fitted with a so-called “stabilizing brace.” Never mind that you bought the firearm with the regulatory assurance that it was perfectly legal — the Permanent State, egged on by the current anti-American regime, changed its mind.
You had your chance to dutifully comply, either by surrendering your personal property, destroying it or registering it with the government. But you didn’t, and now you’re a criminal.
Before the ban went into effect, several federal judges granted injunctions blocking its enforcement. Thing is, those actions protect only the plaintiffs, so unless you’re a member of one of the organizations that filed the case, you’re not covered.
You’re still a damned criminal.
Clearly, the regulation is an unconstitutional infringement of a birthright guaranteed by the Constitution of the United States. It’s the very definition of “arbitrary and capricious.” And yeah, it’ll be overturned in the courts — eventually, but not soon enough.
Meanwhile, it’s rumored that the pervert-addict son of the current occupant of the Oval Office is about to be charged with a crime for lying on federal Form 4473, answering “No” to “Are you an unlawful user of, or addicted to, marijuana or any depressant, stimulant, narcotic drug, or any other controlled substance?” His legal team has previewed its defense strategy — of all things, the Second Amendment.
(They’ll argue that addicts need guns, too, I guess.)
For the record, I don’t disagree with that. (Fight me.) I simply can’t ignore the irony, however, even the hypocrisy, that the defendant-to-be’s father has spent his entire political career fighting against the exercise of that constitutional right.
You can’t make this stuff up. And you don’t have to, because this is America under progressive rule.
Some of you may scratch your heads whenever I say that “we took a break” on a particular day. Maybe it seems like almost all we do is play, that we don’t work very hard or very much, that we’re having too much fun (as if there’s such a thing).
I promise you that virtually everything we do is intended to bring us closer to the life we’ve imagined. It’s our constant focus. It’s work. That said, we’re not as resilient as we used to be, and so we manage our pace.
Deb and I took a break today.
We weren’t idle by any means. We grabbed provisions (curbside pickup at Walmart), priced a few items for The Mountain (Home Depot), stopped by a lot to investigate Graceland portable buildings (self-service, no one was there) and filled the Silverado with gas ($3.159 at Harps in Bellefonte).
I’d heard that there was a “sportsman’s show” being held today and tomorrow at the fairgrounds on the south end of Harrison. Admission was free, and it seemed like it’d be a fun way to spend a couple of hours.
It was a gun-and-knife show, mostly. The vibe was different than most gun shows I’ve been to — relaxed, nobody putting on airs, very matter-of-fact and very friendly. The proprietor of the local gun shop we patronize (who was attending, not exhibiting) recognized us, and we chatted awhile.
Strolling the second aisle we spotted a booth for Air Evac Lifeteam, a helicopter emergency-medical service (air ambulance) affiliated with the AirMedCare Network. The cheerful woman behind the table remembered Deb and me, having met us at the county fair and later at a home show.
Air Evac is a membership program, and since we were introduced to it last year, Deb and I have talked about it a lot. See, it can take a long time for EMS to respond to an isolated place like The Mountain, even longer to transport a patient to the closest hospital or trauma center. We look at Air Evac like catastrophic medical insurance, and we figured it was something we ought to do one of these days.
We did it today.
A five-year membership covering our entire household was ridiculously inexpensive (especially since I’m over 60). There are no out-of-pocket costs for transport or medical services. We have Air Evac Base 12 in Mountain Home and Air Evac Base 40 in Harrison, and in an emergency either will fly us as far as Branson, Springfield or Little Rock. And there’s a suitable LZ at the base of The Mountain.
Deb and I feel very good about this. Peace of mind.
We wrapped our visit to the sportsman’s show with lunch from Holy Smokes BBQ out of Mountain Home. I had the pork sammich and Deb had the brisket plate. The meat and the sides were great. The smoked mac’n’cheese was absolutely killer.
We moved our trailcam “Mountain One” last week, meaning to keep an eye on the homesite when we’re away, but we left “Mountain Two” where it’s always been. The latter hasn’t captured images of wildlife quite as often as the former, but it’s in a great spot about halfway up the Ranger trail to the summit.
Mountain Two was the first to record a bobcat on The Mountain. And today around noon, it registered yet another first (below).
That, boys and girls, is a boar, I believe, and a massive one (especially for this area). Deb’s cousin had last seen bears near his place around this time last year. This image had all of us smiling.
Later in the day, the boar showed up with a date, a cinnamon-colored sow, at Deb’s cousin’s cabin. No cubs — yet.
And in case you’re wondering — the big boy was photographed about 80 yards from the front door of the fifth-wheel, 40 feet higher on The Mountain.
Far from fearful at the sight, we’re absolutely delighted. More validation that we’re in the right place.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.
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