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Post by avordvet on Feb 19, 2012 6:01:47 GMT -5
Been "coaching" a young man that really wants to move into law enforcement. We were talking awhile back about the loss of freedom and liberty in this country. He asked what I meant about "lost", how could it be "lost" if we are still free. I just gave him a short list: I remember when you could carry weapons on commercial aircraft... very few hijackings in those days.
I remember as a kid, I would walk down the road with a rifle over my shoulder, and no one called the cops. If a cop did happen by, they just usually gave us the old standard firearms safety lecture and a "be careful out there".
I remember when I could walk forever in a national or state park and not get shot, tazed or for the most part even ticketed by a "Park Ranger".
I remember when a person was actually secure in their property and person. Sure you still had the ass-wipe Cop or Judge every now and then, but most in the LE/Judicial were looked up to and respected. Back then, Lawyers even garnered a bit of respect...
I remember when we went to school, we really learned something... and if we didn't, either through disability or rebellion, we were held back until we did.It's all perspective I guess, but in my mind, we've lost a lot.
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Post by stoner44magnum on Feb 19, 2012 8:48:39 GMT -5
I remember when at least 25% of the trucks parked in my high school parking lot had gun racks with loaded rifles or shotguns in them! We had no school shootings.
I remember a time when one could speak freely about the foibles of ones government and it's politicans without armed federal agents showing up on ones doorstep.
The saddest part of all these usurpation's is that we (collectively over generations) have allowed them to occur without standing up and demanding our rights lost be restored.
We have a long and painful road ahead of us and much education will be required of the masses if we are to have any chance of regaining any of our liberties.
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Post by Michael Downing on Feb 19, 2012 12:10:07 GMT -5
I remember those same trucks in the school parking lots and they were left unlocked and no one stole anything.
I remember for 25 years my the lock on my father's front door was broken and he did not bother to fix it. The cellar entry was had a lock but it was just a small wooden handle that turned on a single center screw and it was on the outside as the door opened in. No one ever came in to steal anything and my parents would leave for a week's vacation without any worries.
That same house had all the guns that belonged to my father, myself and my brothers kept in a wood and glass case in the den that did not lock and the ammo on an upper shelf and a bottom drawer. No one stole them, no one played with them and no one killed anyone with them.
As kids we could disappear after our chores were done on a summer morning with a fish pole in hand with our friends and not show back up until it was time to clean up for supper and no one worried where we were or what we were doing.
I remember a time when there were next to none of federal assistance and if you were it carried a stigma and you got off it quick. Neighbors and churches took care of those in need and my father made sure as kids we did what we could to help him help our neighbors especially the elderly even if that was only mowing lawns, doing chores and delivering vegetables for free. That was public assistance when I was growing up. Neighbors helping neighbors.
I remember Doctors making house calls and my parents paying cash or even bartering for services. My father who logged provided fire wood in payment quite often and if you were old enough to cut, split or stack firewood you not only did not question the need for you to help, you raced your brother to the truck to see who got to sit in the middle especially after my father installed his first 8 track tape player cuz you got to control the music. Lefty Frizzell, Hank Senior, Conway Twitty, George Jones, Merle Haggard, Bill Monroe, Flatt and Scruggs and of course Johnny Cash to name just a few...
I remember my father teaching us that you judged a man on the content of his character and how he worked. Your word was your bond and a hand shake while looking a man in the eye was worth more than all the paper and contract any lawyer could compose. It was all about family and community so a man just worked hard to take care of his family and helped those around him in need of help cuz that was what a person did.
Not sure there is a way back because we have lost so much...
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Post by brocktownsend on Feb 19, 2012 14:39:07 GMT -5
*I remember those same trucks in the school parking lots and they were left unlocked and no one stole anything.
I got an eye opener after returning to Mosby County and the Old North State after a period of 36 years. (Vietnam and California.) I had three comments:
"I can't believe you have air conditioned tractors with stereos!"
Referring to what I found out were soy beans..... "What kind of weird plant is that."
*"Why don't people keep rifles in their trucks anymore?"
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Post by avordvet on Feb 21, 2012 12:18:40 GMT -5
We have a long and painful road ahead of us and much education will be required of the masses if we are to have any chance of regaining any of our liberties. Because it bears repeating... Often.
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