Anthony Canales is the President of the
San Fernando Valley NRA Member’s Council.
He works as a Quality Control Manager in Glendale, California. He is married with one son.
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Well, it's starting to look like all those who went "long on lead" have made
a wise investment.
In
other news:
When Words Fail:
Those of us who try to fight the "Little War" of preserving constitutional rights
are often confronted with the sacrifices of real people in real situations.
In this case, one is called to the story of Lance Corporal Richard
Weinmaster, whose heroism jumping on a grenade thrown at his fellow Marines
cost him shrapnel for life, but at the same time saved lives.
A Navy Cross seems small reward for such actions. But it is indicative of
the kind of fortitude and courage that is out there among common Americans
doing uncommon jobs.
Heroes come from all walks of life. But it is a pre-eminent duty of the rest
of us to recognize them when they come along and teach us the lessons of
what is truly important. So, here is the link to his story-
Meantime, Out Among Those Who Obama Plucked For Campaign
Dollars (Also Known In Some Circles As The Land of 'Fruits and Nuts'):
"...California's unemployment rate climbed to 11.9 percent in July, the
highest number in modern-record keeping..."
- Quotation from an AP News Story by Sudhin Thanawal,
August 21, 2009.
Kind
of makes one wonder who is really "...all wee-wee'ed up..." out there. After
all, it was a Democrat campaign adviser who coined the motto "It's the
Economy, Stupid...".
In
other words, tell it to the farm-workers of Fresno.
What drives the
citizen-activist? Why would someone tilt at the entrenched windmills of
those who currently claim authority, whose collective arrogance would leave them nothing? What
would cause someone to make it their life's passion to defeat those in
opposition to real American values, to their traditional way of life?
Rage.
We are talking about the kind of rage that comes from when even common folk
realize that they are being spoken to like they were incapable of
understanding when they are being deceived by slick-talking so-n-so's. Where
even the arrogance of urbanized hucksters stands out like the proverbial
sore thumb. When even laypersons can defeat them in the court of unbiased
science, or make them "tap out" in the Octagon of Debate.
And that can be some kind of rage. It's the kind of rage that builds
movements, wiping out well-heeled opponents whose idea of relationships with
citizens is that of imposing the yoke, padlocked to supine forms.
Removes tenured
politicians, even. The rage that supplants false change, and false prophets
of change, to return an American system that
has served us so well for so long.
Such rage, properly focused on these false prophets, need not reduce
American cities to the plight or the condition of a Sarajevo or even a
Groznyy (though the current gaggle of city political machines seems to be
doing just that with their spendthrift ways). The genius, so far, of the
American system is that of the political revolution in the form of frequent
elections, not the stagnancy and hopelessness of privileged aristocracy and
technocracy.
It was the mantra of a generation swindled by pop-Brahmanism to say
"Question Authority". Perhaps its time now for a new generation to adopt
this same outlook in reaction to this Reign of Nihilism emanating from such
cities as Washington D.C. and Sacramento. For if we do not question
authority now, when it is at it's most inane, we may not have the chance
again for quite a long while. And our grand children will curse us for the
cowards we would be.
When It's Fiesta Time, In Guadalajara...:
Breitbart.com has an AP
story noting that, on the advent of a US healthcare plan that would provide
for the subsidized treatment of undocumented "visitors" to this country, the
Mexican government has decided to decriminalize possession of "small
quantities" of illegal narcotics.
Some of these are identified in the article as marijuana, cocaine, heroin
and LSD.
Now some might point out that it might be an interesting new wrinkle in the
balance of trade situation with our neighbor south of the border. We are
currently getting their folks whose willingness to work transcends patrolled
geographic boundaries. Hypothetically in return, they would be getting our
junkies and petty criminals (talk about your "ugly Americans"...) who could
quickly relocate to pursue their chemical dependency under more "tolerant"
conditions.
But given the lack of concern by certain Powers That Be as to the porosity
of the current southern border, one can just as easily envision hordes of
Latin Americans enslaved by narcotics looking for medical treatment
underwritten by Obamacare in El Norte.
One cannot believe that the seniors who voted for this Boob-In-Chief
thought that Obama was going to trade their past co-payment of Medicare
taxes for the additional votes of non-citizen addicts. But given the latest
rantings of Lady Pelosi, that is apparently just what he intends.
KCBS- San Francisco reported that an unpleasant odor was detected yesterday
afternoon in parts of that town's districts.
One Public Utilities Commission spokesperson even went so far to say that he
smelled "...something unusual..." in the Civic Center area of the town (to
those who have never had the opportunity, or have been overcome by the
desire to visit Frisco, the Civic Center is where Gavin Newsom and Kamala
Harris work and fundraise).
One can only wonder as to what new levels of putrefaction from Civic Center
were such that KCBS was finally obliged to report them. Suffice it to say
that if Civic Center were a Nummi factory or a sourdough bakery, instead of
Ground Zero for a political machine, moon-suited technicians would be
roaming the halls with sniffer probes until the source of the offending odor
was found.
Let me get this straight- Junk science was used to support a ban on lead
ammunition, when it now has been proven that it cannot be distinguished
scientifically that the source of lead in the blood of condors comes from
ammunition.
Yet the media and various groups point the Fickle Finger of Fanaticism at
hunters and blame them for the decline of a species whose heyday was a time
when the Tar Pits were young.
Then comes along a Time Magazine article which points out that the voracious
appetite of the drug consumers in California is resulting in the drug
cartels' use of State Park lands to grow marijuana. In doing so, the cartels
steal water and other resources that were set aside for the animals and
plants in those same state parks, some of which (like the condor) are listed
under the Endangered Species Act. They are even illegally dispensing
pesticides claimed by the environmental movement to be a hazard to protected
raptors and other living things.
What is more, Time notes that the employees growing the pot for the Cartels
who are selling the marijuana to the Dope Smokers are poaching game
illegally as a cost offset to bringing in food by backpack. One can only
wonder whether criminals violating literally hundreds of laws regarding the
environment, use of state land, harassing endangered species, and causing
fires ( at least 4 condors have died due to fire-related mortalities since
1992 in California, roughly comparable to all lead-related mortalities) are
at least using the ammunition designated by the Fish & Game Commission for
use in Condor Country when hunting big game and non-game animals.
So, the challenge to Graham Chisholm, Gary Langham, and the rest of the
folks over at California Audubon is the following- Will all of you campaign
as stridently to ban dope growing in Condor Country, potentially to the
level of a state-wide ban on illegal dope growing, as much as you have
dedicated yourselves to other causes you claim threaten birds and other
endangered species? Can't you folks campaign just as easily, to save the
condor, by just telling the druggies "Get The Dope Out"?
We'll be waiting, though surely not holding our collective breath....