I never really knew my father, since he died when I was four years old. It is impossible for me to sift out any actual memories I might have from the stories and photographs mother shared with us while my sister and I were growing up. I do know he was the product of the Scottish Highlands, both of his parents having come from Scotland in the mid 1800s. He was quiet, frugal, and very much an independent spirit. He was gentle and loving, hard working and beloved by family and friends.
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Five NEVERs of Self-Defense
Posted on November 20, 2014 at The Price of Liberty
From an email forward, no attribution. If you know who wrote this, please let me know in comments. I don't usually post things without attribution, but I thought this information was so important that I want to share it with everyone possible. MamaLiberty
'Active Shooter' Drills Spark Raft of Legal Complaints
Wall Street Journal on-line DENVER—When Michelle Meeker approached a strange man last October at the Colorado nursing home where she worked, the man flashed a gun and forced her into an empty room as she tearfully begged for her life, she said.
From Claire Wolfe's blog:
Sellout: JPFO to be handed off to SAF — unless we stop it
Somebody reminded me this week of that statement from Aaron, the late, great founder of Jews for the Preservation of Firearms Ownership. That was how Aaron contrasted himself and JPFO with Alan Gottlieb and Gottlieb’s SAF/CCRKBA.
Liberty: The Gold That Does Not Glitter
By The Hunter, Knight of Non-Aggression
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
"The Dunadan", B. Baggins
(JRR Tolkien, "The Fellowship of the Ring")
Long ago, I started posting a series of articles drawn from my experience as a firearms and self defense instructor. Got sidetracked and am just now getting back to it. This addresses two of the classic questions I've gotten through the years, and the answers I've found to be the most helpful.
A Lady and A Gun
Children and Safety
By what process do "children" become adults? How do people become responsible for themselves, rather than dependent on others for their lives and safety? What part does chronological age have to do with it?
This short story started out as a dream one night. As always, I am just the conduit, the one doing the typing. I have no idea where it came from. Very interesting topic for a book, perhaps. We'll see what happens. What is so strange is that this is the second thing I've written about cats... and you may know I much prefer dogs. If anyone would like to read any of my stories, please send an email with a request. I love to share them. mamaliberty at rtconnect dot net. Just replace the at and dot with appropriate symbols and eliminate the spaces.
I'm posting my articles at The Price of Liberty a few days after they appear on JPFO, so I'll link there this time. This has sparked a good bit of discussion with some friends, and I'm curious what folks here think of the topic. I think people need to be far more assertive about this, and return responsibility for "feelings" to those doing the feeling. We need to stop apologizing for living.
Not My Problem
Another article at JPFO. This grew out of a conversation with my sister, who lives a short distance from the San Fernando Valley. Gangs have nearly taken over there, but she refuses to even discuss the problems, let alone the rational answers.
A Walk On The Dark Side
A Bird In The Hand
By Susan Callaway (AKA MamaLiberty)
Ancient wisdom tells us that a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. What's in your hand is yours to do with as you please, but in opening your hand to grasp the two in the bush, you may well lose all of them.
[This was written in 2009, and has become my annual Christmas column at The Price of Liberty. Thought I'd share it with you all here.]
1950 was a hard year. My father died and my mother was left with two small children. She was a “housewife” and had no particular marketable skills. She also didn’t have any family who could help her much. She was a recovering alcoholic and suffered from severe depression. Not a pretty picture.
The students in my basic pistol classes are usually too overwhelmed with new information to ask many questions, but I often get good ones from the intermediate and conceal carry students. This last week I got an exceptional one, and it caused me to consider rewriting a part of my book.
[This is the handout for the cast iron seminars I've been giving this fall. Very well received so far.]