The Pursuit of Happiness

Call me old fashioned, but I believe that to pursue happiness one must get off their two-pack and actually, you know, pursue it.

Mrs. Snipe asked me about American politics one day. In true Snipe fashion, I summarized using my unique word view.

“You have two parties of thieves. One believes you should be allowed to pursue happiness, based on the Declaration of Independence, with little or no government interference. The other believes that happiness should be captured by the government, wrapped up, and delivered to their doorstep with taxpayer funds. A third party that is in the offing, believes both sides are nuts with power, and want a smaller government.”

Mrs. Snipe proceeded to ask me about the pursuit of happiness. I see the pursuit of happiness as being able to do things that make you smile. I like fishing, camping, shooting, and hunting. She likes cooking for us. Both constitute the pursuit of happiness in my world.

I see the pursuit of happiness much like I see a person’s religious preference. Yours might not work for me, but if it fits you and meets your needs, good on you. Follow it and do your utmost. I may try to sway you to my way, but I will think no less of you if you stay your own course.

As an afterthought, if one more Democrat says, “What difference does it make?” I will flood their office with so many letters that they won’t need to buy toilet paper for a long time.

That is all. Fall out, and carry out the plan of the day.

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Emergency Preparedness

Every state I have ever lived in has had weather disasters that the general populace was prepared for. In WV, it was blizzards. In Cali, it was mudslides, wildfires, and earthquakes. In Guam it was tropical storms and typhoons. Up here in the Pacific Northwest, it is a little bit of all of the above(except typhoons, of course.)

Everyone knows that you need clean water and food. A radio doesn’t hurt. Nor does a firearm and any edged tool. I have been treating the impending government doom and gloom as a natural disaster. We have prepared appropriately.

I was speaking to Dad on my birthday. I mentioned that we almost bought a decently priced chunk of pork loin at the grocery store we had been at for popcorn sales. He expressed amazement bordering on disappointment that we didn’t buy it. When I told him that we had made like hurricane season and full stocked the pantry and fridge prior to the looming government shutdown, he understood. There was no room for food because we had prepared properly for having little money to by food with.

Having grown up in climes and places where extreme weather was expected, any hiccup in buying food will be met with the same spirit and preparedness that I have learned since a young age. Mrs. Snipe calls it a typhoon kit. I call it a bug out kit. The idea and contents are practically identical. A little forethought and effort goes a long way. I don’t need a grocery store or restaurant when worst comes to worst. That’s where the firearm and sharp and pointy come into play. I also have an Army Survival Field Manual.

Bring it sister! Fall out and carry out the plan of the day.

Live blogging the shutdown from my corner of the country

As far as I know, my pay is now safe from the shut down. I am still proceeding with caution in the event of further shenanigans. I was once a Republican. I am now a small government conservative with a libertarian lean. I will be watching the congressional proceedings with interest. I am considering registering to vote locally instead. Either state I choose(military may vote absentee in their home of record, or in person in their state of duty station), I will not vote for any representative that votes for Obama care.

I am a backslidden Christian. Whether or not I go to church, I know and attempt to follow my chosen religion’s teachings. One of the most widely accepted among almost all Christian faiths is the idea that children are the Kingdom of Heaven. When Harry Reid made clear he wouldn’t be interested in helping even one child with cancer, I almost hit the roof. “That which you do to the least of these…you do to me”. Jesus said that and I believe it.

There is a movement going on to amend the Constitution in such a way that the representatives have to take their own medicine. I agree wholeheartedly.

There is a popular economic theory called trickle down economics. It is closely correlated to the law of unintended consequences. Let us proceed down this rabbit hole for a few moments. Due to the government shutdown, commissaries are closed. There will now be around 40 employees per store that are on leave without pay. As a consequence, they will buy less stuff. The state and the fed will get less taxes. Military families in high cost areas such as San Diego will have to buy groceries on the local economy. That will leave them less money to buy other stuff. The less they buy, the less sales tax.

The law of unintended consequences slapped the Seattle liberals in the 2 pack when more people started riding bikes. Fewer people were riding cars therefore, fewer people were buying gas. That meant the state and the fed were getting less income from their obscene gasoline taxes. The state tried to pass a bicycle tax to make up the revenue shortfall. They were roundly mocked on the one conservative radio station in western Washington.

There but for the grace of God go I. At some point the lefties and a-holes in the Senate may deem national defense unnecessary because us big mean military guys scare them. Fall out, and carry out the plan of the day.

A Country Boy Can Survive

Hank Williams, Jr. once famously sang about country folks surviving. With the impending government shutdown, I was discussing with Mrs. Snipe how far I was willing to go to feed the family. This will be a rundown of how us folks from “flyover country” and the South do business.

I will attempt to get a part time job if I must. I am willing to spend all day in the woods hunting squirrels, or gigging bullfrogs. I will fish until I have enough. I will not ask the state for permission to feed my family.

I am an American fighting man. I have gone tired, hungry, and scared to defend this nation. I will go tired and hungry to feed my family. If it gets bad enough, the cable gets cancelled. I have stuff I can sell. If I must give up my comfort for my family, I will.

I can save money by walking to work. My plan is that Pocket Monkey never realizes the depths of misery this will bring on. He and Mrs. Snipe will be kept warm with full bellies. I have a few pounds I can part with anyway. The rule of 3’s. I can go for 3 minutes without air, 3 days without water, and 3 weeks without food. I will. If this country is still here in 2016, I have been taking names. If any politicians from my state supported any of these current fiascoes, they will not get my vote.

Cracker barrel

In the many BSA camps I attended in my youth, Saturday night snack/fellowship was a mix of several snack foods. In that vein, this post will have several comments on the multiple thoughts in my head.

Constitution Day. I was once given a pocket copy of the US Constitution by a Master Chief I worked for. His unsolicited explanation was that every sailor should read what they have sworn to defend. I agree.

Military bases arming everyone!? It might surprise you to know that the military has a large number of people that remind one of Barney Fife. Fireman Pokey from the Auxiliary Ship for one example. During OIF, my CG considered arming the engineering rover and watch officer. That idea got no traction because some of the engineers in both watch stations had issues. COs can authorize personal weapons on base, but rarely do for the aforementioned reasons.

PRT and diets Ask any Southern or Southernish person you know, and they will tell you that no matter how much you church up a veggie soup, if it doesn’t have meat in it, it is tedious to eat.

Clearances. I have one. The screening was quite tedious and the process lengthy. I suspect that some “sacred” groups get more of a pass than others. There are several things that the check goes over, some of which would fail you for owning a gun under current law.

Race and other factors. Predictably, there was no liberal outcry over the skin tone. Their house of cards is falling down around their ears, and would be amusing if it wasn’t so perilous to this once great country.

Gun control and information control. There were a number of violations of current gun laws, presumably due to no one wanting to be called racist. 3 firearms misuses in 3 states would be enough to get most people DQ’d for any firearm purchase, as well as almost any government clearance. A certain Senator from Cali is realizing that “undocumented journalists” have the power to upset the liberal’s apple cart and is trying to compartmentalize and dissect the 1st Amendment in ways reminiscent of how they butchered the 2nd. Everyone laughed at gun guys when we predicted this. By the way, there is no such thing on the civilian market as an AR-15 shotgun. There is an under barrel grenade launcher with beehive rounds for the M-4 that is highly illegal on the civilian market. Dude used the VP’s preferred weapon, but no one in the propaganda arm of the DNC wants to make the VP look dumb(er). Instead of outlawing guns, why don’t we outlaw murder? Oh, wait, we have? How come there are still murders? That was a rhetorical question.

General food for thought. If you open carry, a revolver makes you look like a cowboy. Some guns make you look like a lunatic. I know that is dumb, but image carries a lot of weight.

That is all. Fall out and carry out the plan of the day.

The BS Meter

In the course of my training as a leader of sailors, I have learned a few phrases that make my BS meter beep uncontrollably. The two biggest offenders are basically and technically. Another pearl of wisdom is that if it takes a person longer than ten seconds to answer a simple question, they are full of it. It seems to me that the phrase, “Let me be clear” should earn a spot on the BS meter. After the POTUS speech on 9/10, I realized that my BS meter was on full beep. Every BS phrase I have ever learned was uttered in that address. I came away feeling misled and generally bamboozled. Mrs. Snipe, with no formal training whatsoever in the art of detecting BS, opined that POTUS seemed full of it and confused.

Gentle readers, please ensure that your BS meters are calibrated and in use. That is all. Fall out, and carry out the plan of the day.

More Washington Adventures

First things first, the political climate in this country has me pretty wound up. I hope we have someone like Cruz or Rand running in 2016. It sucks for the Marines that they lose their chance to see some fireworks while POTUS gets to act like a redneck lottery winner in Africa.

We went up north a few miles and saw a decent fireworks show a day early. We can go watch some tomorrow, also. We can see the Seattle fireworks from the Bremerton base. The show we saw today was crowded and a bit annoying. I’m not a crowds kind of guy, but I wanted to make Mrs. Snipe and Pocket Monkey happy.

I finally got to do some real work this week. The inspector we were assigned was a complete pain in the butt and got sloughed off on me because I am military and I MUST play nice. I really dislike the escape trunk we have to climb to enter and leave the tended units. My calves are still sore. Being an HT1 again is still pretty awesome.

Tomorrow is this country’s birthday. Do what you want, but do it safely. We are a country of FREEDOM. Some may wish to forget that, but I won’t.

Those who expect to reap the blessings of freedom, must, like men, undergo the fatigue of supporting it. ~Thomas Paine