“Identity” Politics…

Looking at videos I’ve seen of the various protests, I’m struck by how many of the ‘protesters’, read rioters are hell bent on keeping their identities concealed, even to the point of NOT defending others who are being arrested/pushed back, etc. by the police. Of interest is that all of them seem to have backpacks, makes one wonder if they have a change of clothes, another jacket/shirt in there, or???

The only ones you see actually going to ‘aid’ another protester are by and large not hiding their identities, nor are they dressed ‘distinctively’, more like whatever they put on when they got up and got on the busses. I figure these are the ‘day protesters’ probably paid a pittance and a box lunch to protest.

Somebody has to see these folks coming in, or gearing up, before they mask up. Lots of folks out there with smartphones, pocket cameras, and regular cameras. It would be interesting to see if people could get pictures of these rioters (SAFELY get pictures), and possibly post them maybe the book of face or other media labeled as Rogue’s Gallery. I’m pretty sure the various LEOs, insurance companies, etc. would be interested too. Especially if these protesters could be tied to multiple events.

Speaking of that, it appears there may be an interesting video coming out next week… Not from me, but from somebody that got a ‘mole’ into one of the protests…

One of my readers, Randolph, also had this comment to an earlier post. This is really the crux of following the money… Bold are my additions-

Busing in protestors requires buses, and someone owns those buses. Identify the firms (Find out who paid for the busses) and publish the info to provide the opportunity for everyone else to not use those firms.

Someone is making, and selling the box lunches (Find out who ordered and paid for the lunches) . Ditto as with the buses.

Hotel rooms for the professional agitators (Find out who made the reservations and paid for the rooms) . Ditto.

Where infrastructure exists – and it undoubtedly exists for these efforts – it is attackable within normal financial transactions, not to mention permits, etc. Might the establishment selling the box lunches benefit from several health inspector visits? We certainly wouldn’t want First Amendment activity impacted by contaminated food, would we? All the licenses and permits current on those buses and their drivers? The list goes on. (Letters to the owners of the hotel franchises, especially if they hold DoD contracts) 

The other thing I find interesting is that none of the protests are taking place in gun friendly locations. Maybe they are actually smart enough to know it wouldn’t end well for them in different locales…

Peter has two interesting posts up, THIS one, and the one following it, supposedly an answer from someone at the Emerald City Antifa… It’s enough to make one wonder if somebody is doing some serious trolling to see if they can get the Antifa and BLM fighting among themselves. 🙂

Comments, recommendations, other ideas?

Edit- Looks like somebody did some looking around, and found one of the protesters from Bezerkeley… Apparently an EMPLOYEE!!! Link, HERE.

One small step in getting our rights back…

House Joint Resolution 40 has passed!

Fairfax, Va.— The National Rifle Association Institute for Legislative Action (NRA-ILA) today applauded the passage of H.J. Res. 40, a joint resolution to revoke a final rule made by the Obama administration that would strip law-abiding Americans of their Second Amendment rights. 

“The Obama administration’s last minute, back-door gun grab would have stripped law-abiding Americans of their Second Amendment rights without due process,” said Chris W. Cox, executive director, NRA-ILA. “Today’s vote was the first step in revoking this unconstitutional action.”

Last year, the Social Security Administration (SSA) finalized a proposed rule to ban certain recipients who use a representative payee from owning firearms. This ill-conceived action stripped some of the most vulnerable Americans of their right to keep and bear arms without due process.

The NRA immediately opposed the Obama administration’s efforts when the proposal was first announced in summer of 2015. The NRA has fought every step of the way to ensure that social security recipients are not stripped of their rights without due process of law.

Under the Congressional Review Act, Congress is allowed to dispose of any actions an outgoing administration initiates in its final six months. This rule was implemented during that time frame.  Today’s House vote (235 – 180) was the first step in reversing Obama’s unconstitutional gun grab. 

“We look forward to Senate action and President Trump signing this important legislation into law,” concluded Cox. 

The NRA thanks congressmen Sam Johnson (R-TX) and Ralph Abraham (R-LA) for their work on this, as well as Speaker Paul Ryan (R-WI), Majority Leader Kevin McCarthy (R-CA) and Majority Whip Steve Scalise (R-LA) for their leadership. Identical legislation was introduced in the U.S. Senate by Judiciary Committee Chairman Chuck Grassley earlier this week.

h/t NRA Media

Snerk…

In another upsetting the applecart move, the new administration is shaking up the Press Room order….

The old way of doing business in the Brady Briefing Room of the White House is now over — and the Associated Press is not happy about it.

The legendary wire service, founded in 1846, is usually the press secretary’s first pick at White House briefings.

“In the Trump administration, mainstream media is about to see its long-standing media monopoly broken up and they’re petrified.”

But under President Donald Trump’s new administration, White House press secretary Sean Spicer has so far not called on AP for the first question.

Full article and video HERE, at Fox News.

Apparently the AP is throwing a hissy fit, since Helen Thomas died, they’ve always gotten the first question.  Not anymore… The administration has also added four Skype seats, and one question yesterday was from a Providence, RI paper via Skype about sanctuary cities.

Apparently there is also a move afoot to actually move the press room out of the White House to a different location, and, horror of horrors, even allow bloggers to ask questions. Can you imagine that??? 🙂

In other news, water is still wet, the dems and the left are still melting down, and there is a new sheriff in town.

I’m popping more popcorn!

Are we approaching a showdown???

A few posts you probably have already read, but bear with me…

We’re now going on almost 2 months since the election.

First BZ’s post, The insanity of the racist DNC chair candidates

LL’s post, Identity politics: Who is the bigger victim

Peter’s post, Know your enemy

LawDog’s post, Mediations on Monsters

The common thread, IMHO, is the absolute refusal of the left to acknowledge the fact that Trump won and their agenda (read their precious) is gone for at least four years. What they are doing is becoming louder and louder, pushier and pushier.

They knocked a man unconscious in Portland, then started the ‘Peace’ chant, until the Portland PD showed up, then started getting loud and aggressive again. But one thing I noted, was that those yelling the loudest were in the back of the crowd/had their faces covered.

I don’t think there is any question now that these people ARE being paid, and the money trail points to Soros via a number (50+?) of organizations. There are some indications the professional protesters are flying from location to location to whip up the crowds, in addition to ‘day protesters’ being bussed in, paid and given box lunches.

Freedom of speech (e.g. 1A) is all well and good, but what happens when they attack the wrong person/persons? What happens when a CCW carrier is threatened/sucker punched? What happens when one of those old men has had enough and goes after some of those protest leaders?

Supposedly ~200 were arrested in DC on FEDERAL riot charges, which carry significant fines and prison time with no plea bargaining. Has anyone heard what’s happening with those arraignments? I know I haven’t been able to find anything.

When so many diverse groups are yelling at the tops of their lungs for their particular pet program, it all turns into white noise, which is bad, because the individual groups look for ways to stand out and get the media.

What I’m afraid of is they ARE going to cross that proverbial line in the sand that is manned by a bunch of grumpy old men and women, veterans and rednecks from flyover country who aren’t going to take it anymore. I hope it doesn’t come to that, but if/when that happens, I do think there will be blood in the streets and a national paralysis at least for a little while…

I really didn’t want to do ‘interesting times’ again… sigh.

 

 

Done…

The rough draft of Rimworld- Into the Green is finished! It’s an attempt at MilSF, but not the ‘normal’ MilSF. I’m trying something a little different with this one.

Right at 90,000 words, it’s a little longer than planned, but what the heck…

It’s out to alpha readers now, so now the ‘fun’ starts. Catching the errors, the continuity issues, starting to work with Tina on the cover, and EDITING…

Did I tell you how much I HATE editing??? Sigh… Grumble…

Now I can start on the other two in the cue, a fifth book in the three book Grey Man series, and an old school western I’m playing with.

I’m not going to say when I’ll go to press with Rimworld, it depends on what the early readers think. If they don’t like it, it’ll be rewrite time.

Anyhoo, one last snippet…

Traders in the System

Fargo sat in the exam room with OneSvel, linked as Fargo gave his report on the trip and slipped OneSvel a data chip with the accounting data. Here’s all the data. That’s pretty much it. Anything been going on back here?”

OneSvel projected, Quiet here, but rumors, lots of rumors about Traders being in the system somewhere. They think it’s either ice or hydrocarbons they are after.

      Ice or hydrocarbons? Those are wildly different.

      There are indications that at least one ship has cleared through from the Rimworlds with a different type of ice blocks as meteorite shields. Something about the composition not being one of the known and approved types. OneSvel gave the equivalent of a shrug, Hydrocarbons are harder to detect, but apparently this ship’s tanks had hydrocarbons without any manufacturer’s markers in it.

      Fargo cocked his head, What do they expect us to do?

      They are asking that you accompany Drogan when he does the system inspection next month. They want you to listen and see what if anything you can determine about people selling that new ice or hydrocarbons off the books.

Fargo sighed, “I’m scheduled to accompany…” Then projected, I’ll be travelling with him, but I don’t know how to find that information out. Maybe… I have an idea. Maybe.

OneSvel dropped his pseudopod and twittered through his GalTrans, “Have you heard about a militia being formed on Hunter? It seems that has been authorized due to the lack of GalPat troops on the planet.”

Fargo shook his head, “No, hadn’t heard about it. I wonder… Oh damn. You don’t mean…”

OneSvel extruded a pseudopod, Yes, they want you to join. One to keep track of the members and two, to ensure we get a look at everything they collect or take part in.

Fargo hung his head, muttering, “I can’t lead troops, not again. I can’t, I just can’t…”

OneSvel projected, They don’t expect you to take charge. Just to be a member.

You don’t understand, every time I lead, people die. First my Marines, then my team. That’s why I live in the Green. I don’t have to deal… Deal with people.

OneSvel gently retracted their pseudopod, “I will communicate that back.”

Fargo nodded and got up, stepping quietly from the exam room. Over his shoulder he said, “Thank you.”

***

Unbeknownst to Fargo, OneSvel promptly sent a message up the chain, detailing the discussion and Fargo’s response. He also sent an addendum stating that as a doctor, he believed Fargo was suffering from traumatic stress, possibly leading to a predilection for suicide if it got worse.

That message got attention at the highest levels of the GalScouts, ended up being sent to GalPat and finally to the Terran Marine HQ on Earth. It also came to the attention of Captain Jace, through the interfaces they had with various GalPat computers.

Unknown to everyone involved, it prompted Captain Jace, as they were inbound to Hunter’s station to launch a stealthed shuttle from the Hyderabad with a set of small sensorsats. The shuttle put a ring of them around Hunter in geosynchronous orbit, covering the entire planet and keyed to Fargo’s command link.

The stealth shuttle found a parking orbit clear of both the planet and the station, went cold and awaited pickup by the Hyderabad.

***

Fargo was sitting on his front porch, a cup of actual coffee in his hand, enjoying the morning when he sensed Urso both in pain and enjoying whatever she was doing. Not seeing her, he ran back in the house, got his distance goggles, slapped them on and quickly scanned as far as he could see. Jumping off the porch, he ran from one side of the cabin to the other, finally spotting her part of the way up a dead snag at the bottom of the field of blue flowers.

She finally dropped off the snag, running hell for leather for the cabin. Not sure what was after her, Fargo prudently ran back into the cabin. Hearing Urso hit the porch and not sensing pain anymore, he cautiously opened the door.

Urso was sitting on the porch, licking her paws and rubbing her muzzle, making soft grunts like it hurt her. Fargo cautiously approached, remembering that Urso was, in fact, a wild nearbear, and now big enough to take a chunk out of him. As he touched her muzzle, he came away with something sticky, and saw her paws were also sticky. Cautiously sniffing it, then touching the tip of his tongue to it, he realized it was honey!  Urso had found a honey tree and the stings were from the bees.

He got an antiseptic pad from his emergency kit, radiated calm and gently wiped her muzzle, eyes and ears with the pad, which also had a topical pain reliever in it. After he did that, Urso licked him happily, then rolled on her back, taking turns licking her front paws.

***

Nicole looked out the side of the liteflyer and smiled, “It’s so beautiful up here! The falls, the field, and oh my deity! That field of Blues! Is the honey from there?”

Fargo mumbled, “Probably, let me get this thing on the ground.” A quick scan around and he was relieved not to see any of the animals, not sure even now if this was really a good idea. With a thump, the liteflyer landed and he taxied it up in front of the cabin.

Helping her out, he offloaded the funny suit she’d brought, along with a smoke can, whatever that was, a ten gallon container and some tools in a bag. He went around to the shed and pulled out the gravsled, tweaked it to a foot off the ground and keyed it to his belt. It dutifully followed him back around the cabin to the liteflyer and he loaded all of the gear on it.

Walking down toward the snag he’d seen Urso on, he kept a good lookout, the small rifle in hand. Pointing out the snag he said, “I think that’s the one.”

Nicole picked a pair of distance goggles out of her pocket, slipped them on and adjusted them, “Oh, that’s it alright! Those are some big bees too! Bigger than what I’ve got in the hives at the winery.  I don’t think we’d better approach any closer.”

She pulled the suit off the gravsled, slipping into it then putting on the gloves, hat and net shield. She saw Fargo looking curiously and said, “Beekeeping suit. Keeps me from being stung until I can smoke them and calm them down.”

She looked over the controls of the gravsled, “Okay, I’ll take this from here. You’d better stay here in case I don’t get all the bees.”

“I’ll stand guard from here. If I yell, lay down and don’t move, okay?’

Nicole nodded and started forward, pumping the smoke can as she went. As she got to the base of the snag, she sprayed the smoke around, then sat on the gravsled and commanded it higher, spraying as she went. She finally got to the top of the snag, sprayed some more and finally set the can down.

He saw her fumble with something, then heard a yell, “Woo hoo! Oh my deity, pure honey!” He watched her open the container, start doing something with the tools and remembered he was supposed to be the lookout, not watching her very nice rear end as she bent over the top of the snag.

After a half hour, he saw the smoke can come back out and into use, then the grav sled slowly drop back down. Nicole hopped off, put the smoke can back on the sled and started back toward him. As she got close, Fargo could sense her joy and satisfaction, finally seeing her face and the wide smile through the netting.

“Amazing, simply amazing! There’s got to be another twenty or thirty gallons of honey in that snag!” Nicole burbled, “It’s so pure it, wow! And it’s a bear tree too! I saw the claw marks on the trunk where they’ve climbed it. I’m glad there wasn’t one around, I’d probably have crapped my pants.”

Fargo winced at that, then took the gravsled control back as they walked back up to the cabin. Nicole slithered out of the beekeeping suit, folded it and put it back in the bag with all of the tools. She grabbed the container of honey and oof’ed at its weight.

“Here, where do you want to go with it,” Fargo asked as he took it from her.

“The porch is fine. I just want to check it. I’m pretty sure it’s totally pure!”

Fargo plopped the container on the porch at the top of the steps and Nicole sat next to it as Fargo stood at the base of the steps. She eased the top off, ran an instrument over the honey, then stuck a finger in the honey and touched it to her tongue, “Oh, this is magnificent! It’s completely Blueflower, maybe a little other stuff, but probably ninety plus percent Blueflower.”

Impulsively, she reached over and hugged Fargo, “Oh thank you for telling me about this and letting me collect it! I’ll split any…”

Fargo felt her freeze in his arms, “What.” He felt her terror of wild animals and bears and knew she was seeing something. Extending his empathetic sense, he felt Urso, just as he heard her squall. Gently freeing himself, he said, “Don’t move, just don’t move.”

Turning he saw Urso twenty feet away coming toward the house, obviously responding to the smell of the honey. “What are you going to do,” Nicole whispered.

Fargo projected calm and said “Sit Urso, sit!” Urso stopped, sat and squalled again, sniffing the air. Reaching behind him he said, “Give me something with some honey on it.” A couple of seconds later, he felt something pressed into his hand.

Bringing it around in front of him, he saw that he held some weird looking tool with honey dripping off it. Taking a step forward, he handed it to Urso, who promptly took it in both paws, rolled on her back and slurped with joy.

Nicole asked, “How did you do that?”

Fargo sighed, “It’s a long story.” Reaching out with his empathetic sense, he called to Canis and Cattus to come.

Nicole looked at him, at Urso, then back at him, “You have a pet bear and it’s a long story? I really wouldn’t…” Recoiling as Canis and Cattus came pelting around the corner of the house.

The slid to a stop, both of them jumping up on him, licking and cavorting, “Yep, long story.”

***

Fargo lifted the container of honey out of the liteflyer, placing it gently in the back of the runabout along with the tool bag and beekeeper suit. Nicole stood hipshot looking at him, “I still, damn Fargo, I saw it, I petted them, I watched them play and it’s still hard to believe.”

Fargo shrugged, “I know. But I’d really appreciate it if you wouldn’t tell anyone. I don’t want them to end up as science experiments for some Xeno, much less have them hunted down for science.”

Nicole said, “I won’t tell anyone, hell, I’m not sure anyone would believe me. Want me to drop you at the store?”

Fargo climbed in, “Please.” They rode in silence to the store and Fargo jumped out. As he started to walk away, Nicole reached out.

“Hey, thank you. I meant what I said about halfsies on the honey.” She jumped out of the runabout and gave him a quick hug, “I enjoyed today.”

Fargo returned the hug, confused by her thoughts, and waved as he walked up the steps.

Ian met him at the door, “Unka, Unka, come on! It’s time for dinner before Momma gets mad.” Fargo let Ian lead him back to the living quarters and distractedly ate dinner.

Drogan finally asked, “What’s up Ethan? You’re awfully quiet tonight.”

“Have you heard anything about a militia being formed?”

Luann piped up, “Yes, we’ve been posting flyers and handing them out.” She hopped up, disappeared through the curtain and came back with a flyer, “Here you go.”

As Fargo scanned it, Drogan said, “I was told I can’t join due to my position as TBT lead. I have to stay above the fray was the way they put it.”

Fargo waved the flyer, “This is only for this region? What are they doing? One centered around each terraformer?”

Drogan replied, “As far as I know, that’s what they’re planning. It makes sense to spread them out. GalPat is going to release one shuttle to each port, with crew, probably on a rotational basis to handle anything that comes up.”

“What prompted this? I’ve been gone.”

Drogan shrugged, “Well, that Trader you got was apparently not the only one on Hunter. They caught another one trying to get out of the space station and might have run one to ground in White Beach, but she suicided.”

He sighed, “That and some of the problems they’re having with some of the outlying areas with stuff going missing, occasional battles between people over stupid shit, etc.”

Fargo rolled his eyes, “So basically over-reaction.”

“Maybe, maybe not. If there are Traders infiltrating, that means they’re looking for a place to set up housekeeping. One little GalPat det isn’t going to stop them.”

 

Little known facts…

A little history most people will never know about the wall.

SOMETHING to think about – Most of the parents of these men are now deceased.

There are 58,267 names now listed on that polished black wall, including those added in 2010.

The names are arranged in the order in which they were taken from us by date and within each date the names are alphabetized. It is hard to believe it is 36 years since the last casualties.

Beginning at the apex on panel 1E and going out to the end of the East wall, appearing to recede into the earth (numbered 70E – May 25, 1968), then resuming at the end of the West wall, as the wall emerges from the earth (numbered 70W – continuing May 25, 1968) and ending with a date in 1975. Thus the war’s beginning and end meet. The war is complete, coming full circle, yet broken by the earth that bounds the angle’s open side and contained within the earth itself.

The first known casualty was Richard B. Fitzgibbon, of North Weymouth , Mass. Listed by the U.S. Department of Defense as having been killed on June 8, 1956. His name is listed on the Wall with that of his son, Marine Corps Lance Cpl. Richard B. Fitzgibbon III, who was killed on Sept. 7, 1965.

There are three sets of fathers and sons on the Wall.

39,996 on the Wall were just 22 or younger.

8,283 were just 19 years old.

The largest age group, 33,103 were 18 years old.

12 soldiers on the Wall were 17 years old.

5 soldiers on the Wall were 16 years old.

One soldier, PFC Dan Bullock was 15 years old.

997 soldiers were killed on their first day in Vietnam .

1,448 soldiers were killed on their last day in Vietnam .

31 sets of brothers are on the Wall.

Thirty one sets of parents lost two of their sons.

54 soldiers on the Wall attended Thomas Edison High School in Philadelphia . I wonder why so many from one school.

8 Women are on the Wall. Nursing the wounded.

244 soldiers were awarded the Medal of Honor during the Vietnam War; 153 of them are on the Wall.

Beallsville , Ohio with a population of 475 lost 6 of her sons.

West Virginia had the highest casualty rate per capita in the nation. There are 711 West Virginians on the Wall.

The Marines of Morenci – They led some of the scrappiest high school football and basketball teams that the little Arizona copper town of Morenci (pop. 5,058) had ever known and cheered. They enjoyed roaring beer busts. In quieter moments, they rode horses along the Coronado Trail, stalked deer in the Apache National Forest . And in the patriotic camaraderie typical of Morenci’s mining families, the nine graduates of Morenci High enlisted as a group in the Marine Corps. Their service began on Independence Day, 1966. Only 3 returned home.

The Buddies of Midvale – LeRoy Tafoya, Jimmy Martinez, Tom Gonzales were all boyhood friends and lived on three consecutive streets in Midvale, Utah on Fifth, Sixth and Seventh avenues. They lived only a few yards apart. They played ball at the adjacent sandlot ball field. And they all went to Vietnam . In a span of 16 dark days in late 1967, all three would be killed. LeRoy was killed on Wednesday, Nov. 22, the fourth anniversary of John F. Kennedy’s assassination. Jimmy died less than 24 hours later on Thanksgiving Day. Tom was shot dead assaulting the enemy on Dec. 7, Pearl Harbor Remembrance Day.

The most casualty deaths for a single day was on January 31, 1968 ~ 245 deaths.

The most casualty deaths for a single month was May 1968 – 2,415 casualties were incurred.

For most Americans who read this they will only see the numbers that the Vietnam War created. To those of us who survived the war, and to the families of those who did not, we see the faces, we feel the pain that these numbers created. We are, until we too pass away, haunted with these numbers, because they were our friends, fathers, husbands, wives, sons and daughters. There are no noble wars, just noble warriors.

h/t Frito

USS ENTERPRISE…

One of the proudest names in lineage of US Navy ships, there have been seven USS ENTERPRISEs

The first five were sailing vessels of various descriptions starting in 1775, through 1909, next up was a 66′ motor patrol boat, SP790 during World War I.Following that was CV-6, a Yorktown Class carrier (thanks Auric, that’s why I had cheat sheets in the airplane, knew the bad guys intimately, ours not so much), commissioned in 1936. The sixth of the class. She participated in more major actions of the war against Japan than any other United States ship, including the Battle of Midway, the Guadalcanal Campaign, the Battle of the Philippine Sea, and the Battle of Leyte Gulf. Known as the “The Grey Ghost”, she was claimed to have been sunk three times. Enterprise earned 20 battle stars, the most for any U.S. warship in World War II, and became the most decorated U.S. ship of World War II. Her other nickname was the “Big-E”

U.S. Navy bureau of Ships – Official U.S. Navy photo 19-N-89185 from the U.S. Navy Naval History and Heritage Command

This picture was taken on the flight deck during the Guadalcanal Campaign.

U.S. Navy bureau of Ships – Official U.S. Navy photo 80-G-7859 from the U.S. Navy Naval History and Heritage Command

Next up is CV(N)-65, the first and only ship of the Enterprise Class. Commissioned in 1962, she served until 2012 and is scheduled to be decommissioned next month. She was the first nuclear carrier in the world.

U.S. Navy bureau of Ships – Official U.S. Navy photo KN-9027 from the U.S. Navy Naval History and Heritage Command

Rather than try to detail her exploits, I’ll just put this up…

And the name isn’t dead yet… CVN-80, USS ENTERPRISE is planned for 2025 as a Ford Class carrier.

Let me know if you’d like me to continue something along these lines for Sunday…

Oopsie…

Apparently my post for today didn’t…

In lieu of that, enjoy this!

Fifteen minutes of Sailors having ‘fun’ on deployment!

VFA-41 Black Aces!

We used to make do with cruise books… sigh

Book pimping!!!

DaddyBear has just published his third book in his ‘Minivandians’ series, and second of three stories in the backstory arc of his main protagonist! It’s called ‘Lost Children‘, I can tell you this is another winner, I was happy to alpha read for Tom and really enjoyed the continuing story!

The blurb reads:

Elsked’s adventure continues! In the second of three stories, the Minivandian’s son trades tales of his pets and their misadventures for another story from his parents past.

After escaping the frozen north, Daddybear and Ruarin find refuge with the magical kin of an old friend. Before they can make their way home, treachery will strike the city, leaving death and disappearances in its wake. In an idyllic lakeside city harboring the ancient evil that drove its people from their ancient homeland, can the Minivandian save his Lady of Eire?

This is a follow-on to Quest to the North, the first story. Tom is a good friend, a good writer and blogs over at DaddyBear’s Den. Get his books, and please put up reviews on Amazon! They help us poor starving writers sell more books!!! 🙂

More 11th hour s**t…

Another one Obummer snuck in before he left…

DIRECTOR’S ORDER NO. 219

Subject: USE OF NONTOXIC AMMUNITION AND FISHING TACKLE

Sec. 1 What is the purpose of this Order? The purpose of this Order is to establish procedures and a timeline for expanding the use of nontoxic ammunition and fishing tackle on Service lands, waters, and facilities and for certain types of hunting and fishing regulated by the Service outside of Service lands, waters, and facilities.

This is a phased in ban on lead ammunition and fishing equipment, signed out on the 19th by direction, HERE.

The NRA is lobbying for Zinke to be confirmed quickly…

Fairfax, Va.— The National Rifle Association today called on the U.S. Senate to swiftly confirm Congressman Ryan Zinke as secretary of the interior.  The renewed call for confirmation follows a final act of contempt for America’s gun owners by the Obama administration. During the president’s last hours in office, his administration issued an order attacking gun owners’ and sportsmen’s rights.

“It is more important than ever that we have a secretary of the interior who respects the Second Amendment and will stand up for our rights,” said Chris W. Cox, executive director of the National Rifle Association’s Institute for Legislative Action. “On behalf of the NRA’s five million members, I urge the Senate to swiftly confirm President Trump’s nominee for secretary of the interior, Congressman Ryan Zinke.”

Director’s Order No. 219, issued on January 19, directs the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service (USFWS) to phase in a ban on the use of traditional lead ammunition and fishing tackle for all activities on national wildlife refuge lands and waters. This unilateral action was taken without scientific evidence to support it and without consulting state fish and wildlife agencies. In addition, the ban would impose a considerable financial hardship on hunters and anglers who use traditional lead ammunition, by forcing them to use more expensive alternatives.

“The NRA looks forward to working with the Trump administration to reverse this government overreach,” concluded Cox.

One of the little oopsies in this is if you’re carrying your pistol, you will be illegal unless you have non-toxic ammunition in it… I don’t know of ANY non-toxic self-defense ammo other that what Clark Armory is selling…

But there IS good news-

Fairfax, Va. – The National Rifle Association Institute for Legislative Action (NRA-ILA) today scored a victory when Congress agreed to review, and likely revoke, a final rule by the Obama administration that would blindly strip law-abiding Americans of their Second Amendment rights. 

“Congress’s decision to review the Obama administration’s back-door gun grab is a significant step forward in protecting a fundamental constitutional right for law-abiding gun owners,” said Chris W. Cox, executive director, NRA-ILA. “The NRA has been fighting this unconstitutional government overreach since it was first discussed and we look forward to swift congressional action.”

Last year, the Social Security Administration finalized a proposed rule to ban certain recipients who use a representative payee from owning firearms. This ill-conceived action affected the most vulnerable in America and stripped them of their right to keep and bear arms without due process. 

The NRA immediately opposed the Obama administration’s efforts when the proposal was first announced in summer of 2015. The NRA has fought every step of the way to ensure that social security recipients are not stripped of their rights without due process of law. 

Today, we learned that Congress will review the Obama administration’s unconstitutional ban under the Congressional Review Act (CRA). CRA allows Congress to dispose of any actions an outgoing administration initiates in its last six months. This final rule falls under that time frame, and the review process is expected to move forward in the House and receive a vote as early as next week.

Imminent revocation of this egregious government action marks the culmination of the NRA’s diligent efforts on behalf of its members and law-abiding gun owners.

“This is a new era for freedom-loving Americans and the NRA is excited to begin work with our pro-Second Amendment president and Congress to ensure that law-abiding Americans’ constitutional rights are respected,” concluded Cox. 

h/t NRA media