Not a day passes that I don’t think about what happened on this date three years ago.
If you’re new here, permit me to bring you up to speed. Fundamentally, I have no problem whatsoever with citizens storming the bastions of power. Unfortunately, what happened on January 6th, 2021 didn’t even rise to the level of an unruly mob — it was more shallow and ill-conceived than that, a manifestation of social-media bravado run amok.
But it wasn’t an “insurrection.”
Let me repeat that: The events of January 6th, 2021 did not constitute or represent an insurrection.
It was, however, an ambush.
Whether the actions of individuals on that day were right or wrong, wise or unwise, they did what they did because they object to the systematic and institutional dismantling of America by the Permanent State. As do I.
They’re on my side. And though I question their judgment and tactics, I stand with them.
What the federal government has done to these People since then — along with thousands of others, without evidence or even credible basis — is criminally un-American as well as anti-American. The State has declared war on Patriots, and it means to Purge every last one of us.
I do not forgive. And I will never forget.
This morning, as promised, I gathered what I needed to build our first fire in the new pit. In a small collapsible wagon, re-purposed from our RVing days (going all the way back to the Bumper Bunker), I put several pieces of seasoned oak from the stack, kindling and tinder from the bucket. and a paraffin-and-pine firestarter.
Fire tongs, a cheap hand ax and a handheld electric chainsaw rounded out the load.
Now if any of that sounds like cheating, understand that my only objective was to start a fire, not to prove that I’m some Bobby Bushcraft. Yesterday’s snow, followed by steady rain that fell well into last night, left The Mountain saturated.
Foraging for dry wood under those conditions wasn’t impossible, just a lot more trouble than I was in the mood for.
My simple lay took quickly. A cooperative breeze from the west kept it fanned and I kept it stoked — a very hot fire creating a bed of coals that consumed whatever I fed it.
After a while, I decided to see what it’d do with some of the sodden, pithy old cedar nearby, leftovers from clearing the site this week. Despite being like trying to burn a wet sponge, there was enough heat to dry it and reduce it to ashes, and it didn’t take long.
Deb and I sat there in our camp chairs for hours, basking in the warmth on this mid-30s morning, enjoying the sight in front of us and the smell of woodsmoke in the crisp air. At one point she went back into the camper, made us grilled cheese sandwiches and brought them out to the fire.
That, my friends, made a great day absolutely perfect. We’ll remember this one for a long time.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.
#WiseUp #LibertyOrDeath #Ungovernable
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