Teach Your Kids to Shoot

This is a secessionist website. Secession will not happen without a “well-regulated militia.” A militia is comprised of able-bodied adults, usually over age 18. But why wait until your kids are 18? Teach them NOW to be riflemen. Make Washington scared of your children because your family knows how to use firearms.

Here’s a tip for divorced dads without custody. Aren’t you always looking for something to do with your kids when it’s your day or weekend for visitation? Teach them shooting. Shooting gobbles up lots of hours, will draw you closer as child and parent, and will create wonderful memories. Girls are many times better shots than boys, so don’t leave out your daughters.

One of the best things you can do for your children is to teach them to shoot. Shooting accurately will give any child confidence. Since shooting is an individual skill, a child does not have to compete with anyone but himself. If you have children that are small of stature, and are not going to be jocks or cheerleaders, shooting can provide them with a sport that does not require size or strength. Even children with learning disabilities can learn to shoot. Shooting teaches kids early on how to do things safely while having a great time. Just like in the martial arts, kids learn the responsible use of deadly weapons. And, shooting BBs can be done in your backyard, at the range or even inside your home.

Start with an air rifle, or as we called them…”BB guns.” You can buy a Daisy BB rifle for less than $50 at Walmart. Make targets on plain paper with your kids as an art project. The targets can be bullseyes, or zombies, or cartoon characters. Then take an old cardboard box, stuff it with crumpled newspaper, and tape the targets to the box. Presto! Cheap, homemade entertainment. And, the box target will capture the BBs, so you can use them over again.

And don’t forget that kids can compete with others if they want. There are lots of organizations that promote youth air rifle competitions. They can win certificates, medals and trophies as they grow in skill levels. Learn more about competition at: Three Position Competition

Let me tell you about how I learned to shoot.

On Christmas Day 1963, I got a Daisy Air Rifle. I was ten years old. Life now had meaning.

I had been pining after a “BB gun” for a couple years since getting to shoot one in Boy Scouts. But Dad said I had to be 10 before I got a rifle. I was devastated on my tenth birthday…August 31st, when I got some other gift…a new Murray bike from the local hardware store. What an ingrate I was! But if you are a boy, focused like a green laser on a certain icon of masculinity that possesses mystical properties, all else fades away.

My Dad won marksmanship trophies in rifle competitions in Italy when he was in the Army in 1945. So he was a good teacher of a very willing son. He taught me the basics of marksmanship and safety, and then turned me loose on a world filled with potential targets.

My friends and I all had BB guns. Back then, all birds save the Robin (the state bird) were fair game, and we were hell on birds. When I think back about it now, we were just killing for fun, and I have pangs of regret. But all the other shooting we did was terrific fun and created lasting memories.

Back in the mid-60s, you could buy BBs in a tube of 250 or 500. I’ll bet that I ran 100,000 BBs through that rifle over a 4-6 year period, and I think that estimate is conservative. I can remember days when we’d shoot 3 or 4 tubes a day. Combine the desire to shoot well with that much shooting, and good things happen.

My Daisy rifle had only fixed sights. There was no such thing as adjustable sights or a scope on a BB gun. But I consider that one of the reasons that I am such a good rifleman today. If you shoot a lot of BBs with an air rifle, you can see where the BB goes. Most of the time your eye can follow the BB from the end of the gun to its target. So, you observe the effect that gravity has on a BB. You also observe the effect of wind that will push a BB one way or the other. Shooting year-round shows you that BBs travel better in crisp cold air than in muggy summer air.

My point is that a slow BB rifle, shot a jillion times, will train your son or daughter how to be a great shooter. You learn to adjust for gravity, windage and elevation instinctively over time.

By age 14, Dad trusted me to shoot his Winchester bolt action .22 rifle. And shoot it I did. I could walk or ride my bike to the hardware store a couple blocks away and buy .22 long rifle cartridges with my lawn mowing money. Then I could go out into the woods and fields around Kent City and shoot stuff. We never had to ask permission or have adult supervision.

That .22 rifle was my next teacher. It had an adjustable peep sight at the back end, but I never adjusted it. I just kept shooting like I did with my BB gun. I automatically adjusted shots for distance and windage. It was a gut feeling, not a math formula. And I got very good with a .22 rifle, even at long distances.

Back in June 2010, I was at a rifle range and made an iron sights headshot on a target at 250 yards with that same .22 rifle I used as a kid. I made center-of-mass shots on human silhouette targets at 400 yards. That old Winchester rifle still shoots great, and it’s mine now.

I have now moved on to using scopes on certain of my “big boy” rifles. But I’m still a purist when it comes to optics. I still like iron sights best. And my fancy optical scopes don’t have illuminated reticles or red laser dots. My philosophy about optics is that simple is best. Hi-tech optics rely on batteries, batteries fail, and Murphy’s law will always change circumstances for the hunter or shooter. Best to learn the hard way and use simple scopes or iron sights.

Riflemen of old were taught to shoot the “rifleman’s quarter mile.” You were considered a true rifleman if you could shoot a tight pattern at 500 yards with iron sights. You can still learn to shoot that way through The Appleseed Project.

So, in conclusion, I highly recommend adding the shooting sports to your family’s list of activities. You will NEVER regret the time you spend shooting.

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31 Responses to Teach Your Kids to Shoot

  1. Ah, those were the days…the .22 was the Nintendo of our generation, and the pride and awesome sense of responsibility when we were awarded the privilege of handling a long gun, and then being TRUSTED to go out and be kids having fun without doing anything sick or stupid. I learned at eight, but my brother (chortles to this day) didn’t get the freedoms I had until he was ten, and rightfully so. Girls are more sensible. From that day until this, over 60 years, I have never shot a single living thing, which doesn’t mean I won’t if the need ever arises. I’m with you all the way on tricky hardware and would be offended if anyone suggested I put a scope on a rifle. My dear man is recalling a friend whose Daisy would shoot 20 yards farther than any of the others. Dads, by all means teach your children, including our rituals and rules. To this day when we shoot with friends we observe strict firing line etiquette, a highly visible firing line, and Charles serves as formal range master. Somehow, it’s just more fun that way, as well as ensuring complete safety. I’m known for insisting shooters police up ALL their brass, even when we’re firing .22. Rules are rules.

    One suggestion that would never have been thought of in 1950 but is becoming more needed in 2010. Select a code phrase that means “This person/stranger is a threat to me.” I’ll have to ask my children if they still remember what, “Honey, go get Mama’s pocketbook, please” means. My Army-officer husband was gone a great deal, and I could envision one of them walking in on a hostage situation after school. We never needed it, thank God, but a sensible, well-trained eight- or ten-year-old who understands what Mama is saying could be the difference between life and grisly death for your wife (current or ex) and children. The code phrase doesn’t mean “Run get a neighbor,” or “Go call 9-1-1.” It means precisely and exactly, “Our lives are in danger. Get the nearest gun out of this man’s sight and shoot him.” Don’t wave it around, don’t make silly threats, don’t even try to give the gun to me, just shoot him, because you are our only hope. Far-fetched or far-sighted? “Home intrusions” are becoming quite common.

    Another very wise idea is to teach your children to unload both pistols and semi-automatics early in your lessons. Why? Because then if a little chum ever starts waving a gun around there is some chance of, “Hey, let me show you something really neat!” FIRST render the gun harmless and THEN call for an adult. If they run, there is a chance an over-excited child brought up in such a careless family will shoot without thought. One last precaution to teach the whole family: NEVER enter your home until the family dog comes to greet you or a family member calls out your correct name. (Mama calling you George when your name is Alphonse means “Make an excuse and RUN.”) Yes, it is faintly possible the dog died of natural causes, but he is never sleeping so soundly he did not hear your car or footsteps. If he doesn’t come the reason is very bad. One of my precautions is a weapon stashed just inside the door (all of them, of course.) First I wait for the dog. Then I pick up the pistol and carry it and whatever else I have into the kitchen, that being where we are almost always headed when we go home. I leave it on the counter turned the correct way to fall naturally under my right hand and leave it there until another family member returns. Little simple precautions to increase our chances of survival if the unexpected occurs…

  2. Absolutely Wonderful Commentary!

    Linda’s thoughts as well!

    Keep up the great works everyone!

    Starving The Monkeys and Ending The Looterfest,
    John and Dagny Galt
    Atlas Shrugged, Owners Manual For The Universe!(tm)

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  3. Old Rebel says:

    The Daisy BB gun! Boy, does that bring back memories!

  4. Old Rebel…doesn’t it though?!

    A city cousin had come to visit, so we caught the easy horse and saddled him, and the three of us rode down into the pasture with ropes and a small bucket of feed to get two more. My bro’ slipped off, and the cousin took it into his head to ride away with me sitting behind him. TR, then about 8, whipped up his Daisy and shot me in the back! At a fair distance; good shot, no real harm done.

    When called to account by our father for the small blemish on his darling daughter’s back, TR said staunchly, “She stole my horse!” (Ridiculous. I was being abducted!) I forget what the suitable punishment was but to this day my brother swears that it was all Daddy could do to repress a grin. Yes, we have to teach boys not to shoot their sisters, but it WAS funny.

    It occurs to me suddenly that in all probability Rodney Joe did not race off on purpose. It is more likely that he couldn’t control the horse. City kids! The visit before that he was having a riding lesson in the yard and headed slowly towards the clothes line–remember those?! Three of us (including Daddy) yelled “Duck!” and he looked up in the sky, searching for the duck! We got his head down before he learned the meaning of “clotheslined.” By today’s overprotective standards we were a pack of undisciplined hooligans who should have been in foster care and Juvie Hall, but we all turned out splendidly.

    We didn’t know we were living in mythical times when we did it, but wasn’t it grand, laddies? I repeated that sadly to my darling Charles, and he asked the perfect question: “Would it have made any difference if we had?” My reply was received in perfect accord, “No, we couldn’t have had any more fun than we did, but how it hurts that most kids today are denied what we had.” Too many people, too many living in cities, too may laws, rules, regulations, restrictions. What can we do, new friends? We’d end up in jail if we started summer camps, taught the kids the rules we learned, and turned them loose! IS there any way to turn around a socialized, overpopulated, “developed” country and restore enough of a Jeffersonian Agrarian small-r republic to pass on the true American heritage? Back then the nearest adult corrected a child who needed it and then told your Mother, a situation that led to pretty good behavior. We were allowed to be KIDS and grow to be competent adults. Oh, ho, and a boy’s first pocket knife…

    • dumpdc says:

      Linda-
      Pocket knives? Now you’ve started something. I started carrying a pocket knife at about 8 year old. There was a knife with at least two foldable blades in my pocket every day at school from third grade to graduation. I still carry a pocket knife at 57. Now I have all sorts of wonderful blades..Bowie knife, swords, machetes and combat hatchets. I gave a small Swiss Army knife to my son and got a blank look. It lies dejected and forlorn on his dresser. There is the generation gap.

      • My darling Charles gave me my first pocket knife! A beautiful one with carved horn panels. I was pleased, touched, and honored, and I carry it always although I never remember to use it. I am the only lady of my acquaintance in all these years that has one. I like edged weapons. The one thing I begrudge my brother is Daddy’s dress sword! If we ever go to open carry with knives I’ve already picked out the perfect blade for me–length, weight, balance, all correct, a sterling silver carving knife. Oh…funny story. Never mind how it came my way, but I found a VHS copy of “How to Win a Street Knife Fight!” Well, of COURSE I had to watch it, and I learned two good things: if you are ever caught with a knife and an opponent with a knife, act like you know what you’re doing. Chances are he doesn’t and will go away. If you flick your knife before his eyes and he doesn’t flinch…run. You’re way out-classed!

        What red-blooded American female could resist watching someone known as Marc “Animal” Young?! Great credits, including for the side of beef he slashed up demonstrating. These things just happen to me. Linda

  5. My pleasure, Russ, thank you. I’ll add a diffident offer: if you would like an article on matters of mutual concern, such as the advisability of restoring the Republic of Texas, I will be pleased to submit one. We’re two votes away from enforcing our CURRENT treaty between the Republic and the Feds!

    If anyone develops a reprehensible taste for my prose, I write a little bit. I have three articles up at http://www.whiskeyandgunpowder.com (a perfectly respectable international financial advisory newsletter, part of the Agora empire), several up at http://www.therushreport.com (more political, financial, social, economic commentary) and just sent a new one to http://www.thetexasring.com, a delightful place where we’re big on commentary and developing new writing talent. Every author there is one I “discovered” in my reader mail! (I’m the Editor…) The new piece is entitled “Does The Mob Sell Bonds?!” This is NO time to have money in bonds, but the Mob is at least entrepreneurial activity that creates jobs (some of them not even violent.)

    I look forward eagerly to my daily issues of DumpDC, thanks.

    Regards,

    Linda

    • dumpdc says:

      Linda- You write it…I’ll likely publish it!
      Russ

      • You got it. I’ve got an excellent one archived over at http://www.whiskeyandgunpowder.com, done in dialect, that outlines the case for current Texas sovereignty, and a fine one in standard English entitled “Educating the Masses,” I think, with my plans for restructuring schooling under our 1836 Constitution, which says, with admirable brevity, that we must have a “plan” to educate the children. People lift my articles (and others) off W&G all the time. They don’t object, and neither do I.

        So why did I draw up a plan for education in Texas? Because I expect to be the first and only Secretary of Education on the theory of “Do it right the first time and leave it alone.” I figure it will take no more than a few weeks to put everything in place, much of the time being spent tracking down the right elderly teachers to “teach on tape.” There ARE those who can both teach and inspire, but there is no reason to chain them in classrooms in the Information Age. We aren’t going to have a vast Department of Education, or a whole lot of other wasteful, destructive bureaucracies.

        Basically, there will be:

        1. Private schools, those in business and such new ones as may start. Parents will vote with their money on the quality of education provided and the tuition charged.

        2. An education channel devoted to teaching reading in English and Spanish using my private phonics system, which I will donate gratis. This will be free, but they must buy their own TV sets. This rare “public service” will make up for a lot of educational deficiencies in older citizens. The channel will also carry basic instruction in mathematics and citizenship.

        3. Homeschooling, the only change being that students shall be given standardized tests once a year.

        4. On-line schooling priced modestly and teaching the core curriculum…which will be based LITERALLY on what was taught in grade schools and high schools during the Forties and Fifties. No “social studies,” good old-fashioned Geography. This will work the way the very successful on-line universities do.

        5. Public schools? Why, yes, of course, if the parents in a neighborhood want to pay for the teachers, books, utilities, cafeterias and buses, by all means. They can band together and we probably won’t charge much for use of current buildings so long as they do the maintenance. The Republic of Texas isn’t going to fund “public” schools, not if I have anything to say about it. Nobody owes your kid an education!

        By the time over 100 taxes disappear instantly parents will be able to afford any sort of school they wish and the luxury of stay-at-home-moms, too. The Constitution allows money from oil to cover costs. Did you know that by decree of the U. S. Supreme Court Texas, and ONLY Texas, owns drilling rights out to the 200 mile limit? Gee, could that be because the Soups recognized that we ARE a nation? We can drill as we please because if it isn’t in our Constitution it ceases to exist! We know more about safe drilling than anyone else anyway. Good riddance to the EPA, the Dept of Energy, and hundreds of other money-wasting programs that impede progress.

        Our (false) flag does not fly at the same height as the US flag because we WERE a nation but because we ARE a nation, albeit occupied. It was foisted on us in 1939 when the new Capitol building was built. In the middle of the Rotunda is a vast mosaic with gleaming brass letters “The Republic of Texas.” We didn’t think we were a state then, either.

        The real flag, the Burnett flag, is a single golden star on a field of royal blue; mine flies high over the ranch. The Dixie Flag Company in San Antonio (I own no stock; it is a private family business, anyway) will sell you a beautiful, quality one for about fifty dollars the last time I bought, about ’05.

        The latest formal treaty was finalized in 2004, and we have a court order from a federal judge for DC to “cease and desist hostilities against the land and people of the Republic of Texas.” This is for real, not a hoax. The paperwork just emerged ordering the Legislature to call for a vote of the people. If we win…ah, if we win! We will become instantly the 9th richest nation in the world, and when we throw off the shackles of over two hundred years of stifling laws and hampering regulations we will be the new light to the world. It WILL be a fight, of course. The statists have money and are very well organized, and they know what we’re fighting for and what they will lose when we dismantle over 200 years of deleterious legislation. We aren’t a pack of anarchists, we just think that sensible, law-abiding folks who take responsibility for their own behavior don’t need many laws, and that those who cannot abide by them can be stripped of their citizenship and tassed over the nearest border–and we WILL protect our borders.

        Citizenship will cover all those who reside legally within our borders at the time of the vote. Applications for citizenship will be easy to come by, requiring candidates to support themselves and their families completely for two years by legal means, not run afoul of the law, and pay a 10% tax on income which lapses when citizenship is earned. Gentle smile…no, those who live within our borders will not be subject to federal taxes and we WILL eject those who do not follow our simple rules. We will have common law courts–no lawyers, just a judge, a jury chosen at random, and sort of Judge Judy it for civil matters.

        A bunch of us have been working this out for nearly 20 years, although I only go back about five. Some of us are in favor of outsourcing prison needs to Mexico, although we may not get that very sensible remedy. Mexican jails are very persuasive.

        Sorry! As you can see, I know my subject, and I’m passionate about it. When I catch up I’ll do you a real article; this was just off the top of my head. Thanks for the opportunity.

        Linda

      • dumpdc says:

        Linda-

        Monday through Friday of this week is officially “Linda Brady Traynham Week.” I’ve pulled five of your gems from the Whiskey website and am treating my readers to a dose of you! Enjoy!

        Russ

      • Whew…

        Linda and her buddies have it all planned out for the rest of those “lucky” (shudders) Individual Sovereign Human Beings unfortunate enough to be in “their” geographical region and then therefore somehow (shudders again) subject to their demands under threat of aggression, tasering, mexican jails, and state-sponsored assassination for any and all who don’t bow down to their particular brand of state-sponsored terrorism.

        Who would Jesus taser?
        Who would Jesus deport?
        Who would Jesus kidnap and imprison?
        Who would Jesus assassinate?

        Things that make you go Hmmm….

        “Buzzzz”

        Your white hoods are dry now. Please remove them from the dryer before they get wrinkled…under strictest orders from the furor of course.

        Just…WHEW…

        Something stinks in the geographical land mass currently most commonly known as Texas. Must be the reason for those buzzards overhead.

        Starving The Monkeys and Ending The Looterfest,
        John and Dagny Galt
        Atlas Shrugged, Owners Manual For The Universe!(tm)

        .

      • Aaron says:

        I am amazed at how many people seem to think that they should foist their education on others. Usually through a “system” that ends up requiring you or your children to attend.

        Oi. Sometimes I wonder how many truly self-educated people there are in the world. Some people just aren’t made for schooling. It’s how it is. Just like some aren’t made for carpentry, some aren’t made for flying airplanes, etc.

        So why do we think that everyone needs a “standard” education?

        As someone who paid for his re-education himself (after escaping pooblik skewl), I just can’t fathom how others think that anything resembling the Prussian system is “good.”

      • dumpdc says:

        For the Galts and Militant Lib-
        Lighten the hell up. Secession may be the only hope for liberty, but secession is going to be super tough to implement. The entire population under 90 years old has grown up with government in every facet of their lives, including education. It may take some period of adjustment to get folks thinking thoughts of pure liberty…some will never make it. Linda has offered ONE solution. Show some respect and kindness. And…by the way…to the Galts…the word is “Fuhrer,” not furor. There is a big difference.

        Russ

      • Aaron says:

        “Interim” solutions have a tendency to become permanent solutions. Excuse me for asking for everything right up front. I’m not going to risk everything for secession or anything else if it’s just trading one group of robber barons for another one.

      • Re: Fuhrer

        Of course it was incorrect.

        Wanted to give someone something to respond to…

        Duly noted also that no one wanted to offer Jesus any direction on who he should taser, deport, imprison, or assassinate.

        Go figure…

        Re: Lighten up

        Sorry Russell, no can do…compromise with dictator and tyrant types is what created the Mobocracy Looters and their hordes of bureaucrats, jackboots, and mercenaries to begin with.

        You do deserve a Big Brass Balls award for this wonderful website and your tolerance of everyone’s passions and animosities!

        Starving The Monkeys and Ending The Looterfest,
        John and Dagny Galt
        Atlas Shrugged, Owners Manual For The Universe!(tm)

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  7. Dear Aaron:

    Another great post, and your usual great sense. No doubt every movement has those who are in it for what they think they can get, but the people I know really don’t want anything more than to get the heavy foot of government off our necks and the increasing threat of genuine assault weapons out of our faces. I’m not typical, but I think I’m a good example. Know what I want? Like General Marius, I think, the Roman general who was called back into service, I only want to go back to plowing my field, which is what he was doing when the summons arrived. Like dear, dear Bobby Lee, I don’t want to fight with anyone and I would like to believe the American dream can be restored through throwing the rascals out of Congress, but if I am forced to choose, my own, my native land, has to outweigh “from sea to shining sea.”

    I’m over 70, and my heart belongs to my darling Charles, my beautiful acres (which I am forced irrationally to rent from the local tax assessor/collector on pain of confiscation if my taxes aren’t paid on time, for the benefit of a pack of moochers), my marvelous, placid Irish Black Dexter mini-moo cows, my dear, funny, affectionate dairy goats, the “pasture art” (half a dozen gorgeous thoroughbreds and Quarter Horses), and enough plans MDC and I have to keep us occupied well into our nineties. I would love to be able to spend more time over in his/our place in the Hill Country and to start painting again. I would much prefer to spend the seventy plus hours a week which are consumed primarily by research, and the two hours a day it takes me to write two articles, with the most marvelous man in the world and my simple, agrarian pursuits and more pleasureable reading.

    In all seriousness, I have spent the last 12 hours straight on various aspects of DumpDC. Charles, bless him, supports my work and gives me his wise counsel gladly, but given his choice would much prefer to have ALL of my attention. His dream is that some day the Internet will go down permanently! I sympathize, although I will miss my friends and readers.

    I know you understand, Aaron, because you take YOUR valuable time to read and comment. It comes down to “If I don’t do it, who will?” No doubt hundreds, or dozens, anyway, of others in the USA could do a better job than I do, but they aren’t. Some of us are born Little Red Hens. We do what must be done BECAUSE it must be done. My difference is that I think we should reap the rewards of our efforts! (Laughter. I do not earn a dime for my articles. Which is fine. If I made money I’d have to pay taxes on it.) Sure, I’ll take my time to find the facts and analyze, and I’ll take my time gladly to answer readers and offer the best advice I can (complete with warnings to check your own facts and seek a second opinion if necessary) but it is high time we ants stopped feeding the grasshoppers.

    I see precisely three possible futures for America: if we’re lucky, we get “The Greater Depression” and nothing worse for the next ten or fifteen years. If we aren’t, we get TGD with “civil unrest” for perhaps 6 weeks to 6 months in what is frequently referred to as “TEOTWAWKI,” or “the end of the world as we know it.” This could last for decades if combined with terrorist events and the total breakdown of the food and energy supply chains. America could, indeed, break up into fiefdoms. There is a strong possibility that we will get full-blown dictatorship and will never come out of it.

    It isn’t any fun being Cassandra. When we aren’t laughed at, we’re kicked around, which does not change what we see. If you took a week or so and went on a bender of reading my archived works you would learn that my goal–and one I urge for all my readers–is to become as self-sufficient as possible. If at ALL possible find a way to purchase at least a little land in the country and live on it, learning to garden and care for small livestock. If not, find someone who already has to team up with. If nothing else, stockpile food and pick a destination well away from riots and cordons and keep your head down until the shooting stops. I read all of the best known “apocalyptic” works, and the best I can foresee in THOSE circumstances is to hope to end up the local “Baroness” who can protect herself, her property, and “her people.”

    A sad truth of life, Aaron, is that someone is always in charge. The questions are “How fully?” and “What can I do to be one of those on top?!” I am a mother, basically, and my urge is to serve and protect, not to command and abuse. I don’t want power; I don’t want to make life and death decisions. Nobody asked me what I wanted.

    I do not know what you do professionally, but if you lose your job tomorrow (probably due to machinations in DC and NYC) what is your backup plan? If the cities are in flames, what will you do? If you do not have plans to stay out of the consequences of riots over food or the cessation of welfare checks, where will you go and what will you eat? Another way to put that dilemna is this: would you prefer to bow to the yoke of the statists and earn, eat, and live according to their dictates…or if you cannot negotiate anything better, would you be willing to bet upon yourself and learn to be a tenant farmer? Spurt of laughter, I can imagine the howls I’ll get from THAT suggestion. Being a tenant farmer is really an excellent deal, particularly under those circumstances.

    Do you bet on yourself or the Nanny State? As a tenant farmer you would have a roof over your head, land, seeds, fertilizer, and the use of the feudal overlord’s equipment, and unless you are in the business you have no idea of the sort of capital outlay involved. Half of all you raised would be yours. The current system provides less and little hope of accumulating enough to become a “yeoman farmer,” the first level of independence. In many ways the feudal system was quite nice.

    I am not the one seeking to destroy the middle class, you know. Nancy and Harry are. If you must make a choice you would really find it far more pleasant…by next year, perhaps…to owe your livelihood to Baroness Traynham (pronounced “TRAIN-um”) than to be in thrall to the welfare state, never knowing when your benefits may disappear. It will come as a nasty shock to professional voters, probably within the next five years, perhaps far sooner, to learn that they are quite dispensable. First the Statists have to finish destroying the baby boomers and those on Social Security.

    Nah, I don’t want to be a Baroness. I don’t want responsibility for anyone else’s life or sustenance. I just know myself. If it all goes bad I will turn away the useless with a ruthlessness that will astound all who know me as a dear, kind, generous lady, because I WILL NOT endanger those under my care for the benefit of the lazy, the ignorant, the incompetent, and looters. I didn’t start this game and I don’t want to play, but look at the stats and find out how few of us are supporting the many for the benefit of the elite.

    If you enjoy reading I recommend the multi-volume series by C. S. Stirling, the half that deals with what transpires in the US when guns and internal combustion engines quite working. There are areas controlled by the religious, independents, feudal states, and those too dangerous to enter. The rest cover the effect when a group from modern America find themselves back before Roman times. Quite interesting, but not as useful.

    I hope that answers your question.

    Regards,
    Linda Brady Traynham

    • Aaron says:

      Thank you for the response, Linda. I won’t go into the boring details of my own existence and lifestyle. I am self-employed as a professional writer. Google “Aaron Turpen” and you’ll find me all over the place writing for sites like NaturalNews.com, CannaCentral.com, FutureCars.com, etc. I use that money and working situation to act as daddy day care for our 7 month old daughter, Heidi. My wife works for an insurance company.

      We live in Wyoming, last of the Free States, and don’t live in what are called “cities” here (Cheyenne is the largest at 57,000 people). When people ask where exactly we are in Wyoming, I respond with “90 miles from Walmart.”

      I have several blogs. On AaronsEnvironMental.com (putting the Mental into Environmental), I focus on both off-track news related to health and the environment as well as DIY environmentalism and self-sustainability. Most of the proceeds from that site go to advertise and support Shelly Roche (bytestyle.tv) who does many things, but the one I like most is her RoundUp Challenge against Monsanto.

      On EVMeme.com I make fun of electric cars (in a nice way) and the industry as a whole. On GreenBigTruck.com I cover alternative technologies (fuels, trucks, etc.) in commercial transport. I have half a dozen blog sites in all. I am also webmaster for a handful of others including FreeWestRadio.com for the last broadcast full-force freedom/liberty/tell-it-like-it-is radio program in the country.

      MilitantLibertarian.org is the one I’m most well-known for in forums like this. There I mostly repost things I see around the Internet on the police state, the NWO (I usually use the term “Banksters” or “Elitists” or “Controllers”), and ideals of anarchy, self-governance, etc. I repost Russell’s stuff there all the time.

      Years ago, I was very interested in politics and when I began Militant Libertarian, I was in fact leadership in the Libertarian Party of Utah. I learned quickly that politics is all about wasting a lot of time and talk accomplishing nothing and then quickly moving on things to see who can screw who the fastest. I was personally screwed by one of the best: Senator (for life) Orrin Hatch.

      I am no longer in politics. It’s a shell game and most people end up being the middle shell that never gets to cover the coin.

      I now advocate never playing the game to start with.

      • Dear Aaron:

        What a terrific reply and I don’t think your life is boring at all! Pretty much you have all the things I think count most: family, meaningful work, the luxury of a stay-at-home parent for Heidi, the joy of living in wide open spaces, and the courage of your convictions.

        Wow. Wanna be friends?!

        When you get a bit of time (Do NOT teach that child to walk!) check out http://www.thetexasring.com. It came about when Editor Gary Gibson of W&G and I found we had more articles than we could use because he asked me to discover and develop some writers, passing on an instruction from his boss, and I did too good a job. (My one regret is using what he always calls us as the name. Bad choice.) So we did a spin-off, like the Jeffersons, as he said. Basically we’re still more likely to discuss economics, politics, government excesses, and the financial system than anything else, but we get off on some wild and wonderful tangents and the comments range from delightful to profound. Most of us are “preppers” to some degree…most of us are Christians but not dreary about it; when it fits in, we say something, but usually we don’t…Tony De Maio has what we call “fabulous fables for modern times” that teach economic lessons in terms suitable for even pretty young people, but are funnier for adults. A bunch of those are archived under his name. Give us a look, and if you’ve got something that you don’t know what else to do with that you think would suit our breezy style send it on over. I write things like that, occasionally, that just don’t fit my three usual sites well. When I’m “in NYC mentally” I’m dealing more with economics and Technical Analysis, although I have enormous latitude; for example, I wrote ’em one recently entitled “Don’t Call The Man” which covers things your mother never taught you, such as how to diagnose what’s wrong with the dishwasher! Yes, it COULD be the pump has gone out, but I have four culprits that are very probably more likely, and all can be checked in a few minutes.

        I want to follow up your sites on cars and fuels; I can’t remember the titles, but I did a couple for W&G a while back on why we should be driving (or at least own) a diesel Mercedes from the Eighties or earlier. YOU I don’t have to tell. I’m big on Nutrition-with-a-capital-N and need to find time to learn about herbal remedies. Yes…I think you and we could find lots in common. Chuckle…dear Charles and I, in particular, leave the ranch as seldom as possible by choice, and we’re less than ten minutes from Wal*Mart. Dreary place; loved your description of where you live, and wish I could say the same, but between the depressed land market, cap gains, and expenses I’d walk away with something like 41.40% of what the land is valued at AND have to find someone else as desperate with the facilities we need.

        Revel in all you have, Aaron…and if you don’t have one yet, get a French Alpine dairy got when Heidi is a bit bigger. They love people and do well with children, and I have an ulterior motive: I want to hear about the day you find the moppet has brought the goat into the house, and looks at you with enormous adoring eyes and explains, “Her wanted to come s’inside, Daddy. Her said so.” Oops. THERE went all the potted plants!

        Linda

      • Re: Found another Mercedes Greaser For Linda!

        http://chambana.craigslist.org/cto/1915607764.html

        Starving The Monkeys and Ending The Looterfest,
        John and Dagny Galt
        Atlas Shrugged, Owners Manual For The Universe!(tm)

        .

      • Aaron says:

        Personally, I’m a big fan of the Unimog. If you’re going to go Mercedes diesel, go whole hog.

      • Aaron says:

        Thanks, Linda. I greatly enjoy what I do for a living. One day I might get up the effort to write a book. I ghost wrote a book that just released this month and got editorial credit in the cover. It’s a tech book, but since I’m under a non-disclosure, I can’t give titles. I’m co-authoring a concealed carry beginner’s guide with Dale (FreeWestRadio.com). He’s a walking encyclopedia of weapons and military knowledge as well as practical “been there, done that” information. Whereas I’m more of a “this is what I’ve got, so this is what I’m shooting you with, you SOB” minimalist. 🙂

        I’ll check out your site. Currently I’m in the middle of a deep research project (which is why I got quiet there for a day). I’m pulling studies involving Tylenol (acetaminophen) and going through them for a piece for NaturalNews.com. It’s been linked with asthma many times in the literature, it turns out.

        I’d like a dairy goat, but if we do get one or two, they’ll have to be miniatures. Right now, I’m Director (meaning unpaid volunteer tech guy) of a local animal rescue. We have 26 mules, several horses, a couple of llamas, 8 emus, I’ve lost count of the cashmere rabbits, some Russian dwarf goats, two sheep, and some misc. fowl and whatnot.

        The lady who runs the shelter just found oil on her land and has signed an exploratory drilling contract with a company. Their check pulled her out of near-bankruptcy and saved the shelter. If the oil pans out (they start drilling next spring), it will make the place more than self-sufficient. Which is good because she takes a lot of purebreds from puppy mills and has been harassed by the local Human Society for “not sharing” – even to the point where they got the cops to raid her place. A week later the HS’ manager was busted shoplifting at one of the businesses that donates to their facility. HA!

        At any rate, out here where we live, you don’t ask if someone has a gun, you make guesses as to how many. Crime rates are non-existent. The last FBI report I saw on the town we’re in had half a dozen assaults that year – all taking place at the bar. One kid stole his parents’ car, so that was an auto theft. Otherwise, that’s about it. Our neighbor thought her wallet had been stolen the other day, but it turns out it just fell off the trunk of her car (where she left it) and was found by the kid mowing her lawn the next day.

        Welcome to Wyoming.🙂 Rodeos every Friday night.

  8. All right, Russ, what happened to my answer to “John Galt” and why can’t I click “reply” to either his original e-mail concerning what I had written or his insouciant “wanted to give someone something to respond to?” Sweet smile. If YOU don’t have a copy of my reply, I do. LBT

  9. Aargh. I have many splendid skills and qualities (like being able to make perfect hollandaise sauce by just dumping things in a pot) but computers baffle me. I keep answering…and the answers don’t get posted, even when I send a cc to Russ.

    26 MULES? Don’t people know mules make great guard animals, can be ridden, will pull wagons, and can carry packs? I’m not sure about the emus. Oil is supposed to be good, but they kick. Is there anything cuter than one of the pygmy goats? We run registered French Alpines and Nubians, and goats who have bonded thoroughly with humans are almost as good as dogs (and funnier.) What’s land selling for where you are, and how deep does the snow get in the winter? Our miniature donkey was an irresistible impulse purchase, out of a petting zoo, but she has turned into a very useful guard animal. She wanders up and stares at the house some days thinking intently, “Bring me some carrots. Bring me some carrots.” Off to see what militant libertarians think! Linda

    • Aaron says:

      Linda, my degree is in computer science and that makes no difference. Weird stuff happens regularly, which is probably why I can count the months in my life without a computer on two hands with fingers to spare. 🙂

      The mules are the product of the caretaker and rescue founder putting a lame jackass in the pasture thinking it “wouldn’t be able to do anything.” 25 pregnant horses later…

      Most of the horses are gone now (they rarely last long unless there’s something wrong with them), but the mules remain. Most people don’t want to take the time required to train a mule. :/

      That same pasture features a Mammoth Spanish Jack named Lamar. He’s the one who does security patrols, puts the others in their place, and generally keeps foxes out of the birds (their pasture space is near the center of the mule/horse pasture). Can’t tell you how many foxes, coyotes, etc. we’ve found stomped to death around the perimeter.

      Emus are too skittish to make good guard animals. They aren’t like more aggressive birds like ostriches or geese. They lay beautiful, huge, dark green eggs, though. They’re prized amongst a group of ladies here in town who drain them and use a Dremel tool to carve designs in their shells. The dark green is underlaid by a flourescent green and then white layers. Another group of women comes out weekly to brush the rabbits (in groups) to get the cashmere. Our daughter has a blanket one of them made from it. Softest stuff you’ll ever feel.

      The chickens we have (just a couple) aren’t good for egg laying and what eggs they do drop usually get scarfed up by the pig anyway. They’re all in the same area. We get eggs from a free range chicken farm here in town that an older couple keeps as a semi-business to pay for their alpaca herd.

      All of this means I have only the best and unlimited amounts of manure for gardening. 🙂

      There is a miniature ranch a few miles from here that has miniature donkeys, horses, goats, etc. Our home is well guarded already, though. Between the 3 dogs, the watchful neighbors, the geese in the neighbor’s yard, the bees the kid on the corner keeps, and the fact that around here you don’t ask how many guns someone has (you make guesses as to how many)…

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