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For your amusement

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.

Cat's Paws

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Not My Problem

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
By MamaLiberty

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A Walk On The Dark Side

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
By MamaLiberty

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My Article at JPFO

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.

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My Perfect Christmas

[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.

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More Than Just Self Defense

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.

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Cast Iron - Get The Facts

[This is the handout for the cast iron seminars I've been giving this fall. Very well received so far.]

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The Power of Why

Gregory is a truly exceptional young man. I have had many marvelous conversations with him over the last few years, and I hope he can gain the recognition he deserves among those who think rationally. This is his latest at Everything-Voluntary.com.

The Power of Why
by Gregory V. Diehl

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By what legitimate authority?

In the course of conversations about many of the high profile incidents being used to further the efforts of politicians and socialists of all stripes, especially the gun grabbers, the thing that came to my mind over and over was the question: by what authority? Why do so many people assume, or even enthusiastically agree with the idea that politicians, bureaucrats and "law enforcement" entities and personalities have some absolute and undeniable authority to do whatever it is they do, and to force that on all the rest of us who do not agree with their plans?

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Calling all Knights of Non-Aggression

Here's a "project" we could easily do, and promote everywhere. Feel free to edit and add/subtract questions, of course. I know you will anyway. :)

Absolutely sterling article... print off these "questions" and offer them to anyone who wants any sort of infringement on our self defense rights. Could start a real discussion, once in a while anyway. I intend to post this all over the place. Oh, and how many of those questions can WE answer accurately? I had to look up two of them. ML

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Irritations...

Just playing around with short stories... Sometimes, the things that irritate us the most might come to mean something else again.

Ghost story...

Climbing out of bed, she padded down the dark hallway to the front door, wondering who would be calling at this time of night.

She hated that doorbell. It sounded worse than long fingernails scrapped across a blackboard. Now, there was a statement that showed her age.

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Christmas and holiday greetings

Saw this and immediately thought of all of you.
"♫ Scottish Music- Auld Lang Syne ♫"

From very early days, I was taught to sing as a way to improve my speech (because I was partly deaf), and by the time I was in college I was an accomplished classical soprano (but nowhere near "professional" of course). Anyway, I loved to sing, and did so at every opportunity throughout most of my life.

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Rats! Your guide to protecting yourself against snitches

I'm not done reading this yet, but it is powerful stuff and well worth a look. Download free or read on line.

Rats! Your guide to protecting yourself against snitches, informers, informants, agents provocateurs, narcs, finks, and similar vermin
By Claire Wolfe
with the Commentariat of the Living Freedom blog

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New Price of Liberty Blog

A sample post put up this morning...

I’ve not yet decided whether this will become a new novel… but it seemed like prophesy, so it seemed good to share it. There is hope for the future. Always has been and always will be. The human race will have to endure many hardships, trials and sorrows to get there. But then, we always have. No matter how dark the night, the dawn cometh.

I Remember Earth
By Susan Callaway (MamaLiberty)

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I carry a gun - Get over it


I carry a gun - Get over it

By Susan Callaway, Editor
July 30, 2012

I carry a gun. All the time, just about everywhere I go except to bed and the shower. Even then, a gun is within a foot or so of my hand all the time. An occasional trip into the disarmed victim zone of the post office, and my last (and I do mean last) trip to California to visit family are the extreme and very temporary exceptions.