The Real Story Of Thanksgiving

THE BEST OF JOHN JACOB H: Re-posted November 2011….. Reposted November 2014

Gather round the fireplace children and listen to El Rushbo explain the real story of Thanksgiving!

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Good Trigger Discipline circa 1961

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Seven year old Child Actor Bill Mumy put all the usual Hollywood ignorami to shame in this 1961 Mattel Commercial when he demonstrated excellent pistol handling and trigger discipline! Watch the Youtube video carefully. The little tyke fires the pistol and makes a conscious effort to keep his finger out of the trigger guard.

We discussed normal Hollyweird weapon proficiency in the Tom Selleck kerfuffle of 2011.
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Nick Vujicic, Genuine Tough Guy

Would that Chuck Norris be so lucky to be as tough as this guy.

Even if you are a minority within a minority of a minority, you can take lessons from a guy who is literally in a class by himself.

As the venerable Colonel Jeff Cooper observed: “Humans use their minds to fight, weapons are just accessories.”

Every day of his life Nick Vujicic has used his mind to fight.

Never say never again!

North Carolina State University Rifle Team

Yes, there really are college level Rifle Teams! Yes, they really do offer college athletic scholarships!
Perhaps the day will come when it will be possible to watch them compete on the 2nd Amendment channel. (right next to the golf channel!)

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Tantalizing excerpt:

Raleigh, N.C. — Deep inside the basement of Reynolds Coliseum, North Carolina State student-athletes are working on their shooting – rifle shooting.

NC State has the only fully-sanctioned, scholarship-level rifle-shooting team in the ACC. They are also fully coed with men and women competing against each other on a truly level playing field.

“If you look at the NCAA Championships, you’ll see roughly half men, half women,” said head coach Keith Miller. “Two years ago, TCU won the championship with an all-women’s team. First time that had ever happened.”

They may be the best team in the ACC no one has ever heard of – even on their own campus.

Pull Up Your Pants!

From The-Way-Things-Ought-To-Be file….. signs at a small gas station from my travels. Enjoy.
(With Permission)

The War On Food

Remember the complete shock and novelty of a SWAT Food raid on a small group of women and children in rural Ohio back in 2008?

Followed by S510?

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Apparently things have not improved in the interim. ObamaNation has now created a National Rural Council by Executive Order.

Excerpt:

On June 9, 2011, President Obama issued a sweeping executive order for a White House Rural Council that purports to exert broad municipal powers over the food, fiber, and energy production of Rural American. Where’s the Line, America to how much power the president can amass by executive order?

Fred On Everything: When I Was A Kid

Okay, this makes three “When I Was A Kid” Stories about RKBA.

Maybe I will join the group with my memories as well.

In any case, Fred’s reflections have an eerie similarity to Paul Craig Robert’s and Bill Witten (and mine) so now these tales are grouped into their own category. CLICK LINK HERE

Fred’s Link CLICK HERE

And….a delightful excerpt:

Freedom and Illusion
Mostly Illusion

August 14, 2010

When I was a kid long, long ago, before time began, or anyone had thought of why time ought to begin, or what it might be good for, I lived in rural King George County, Virginia. The county bordered on the Potomac River and was mostly woods. Dahlgren Naval Proving Ground, on which my family lived, sloped down to Machodoc Creek, perhaps three-quarters of a mile wide.

Things were looser then. When I wanted to go shooting, I put my rifle, a nice .22 Marlin with a ten-power Weaver, on my shoulder and walked out the main gate. At the country store outside the gate I’d buy a couple of boxes of long rifles, no questions asked, and away my co-conspirator Rusty and I went to some field or swamp to murder beer cans.

Today if a kid of fifteen tried it, six squad cars and a SWAT team (in all likelihood literally) would show up with sirens yowling, the kid’s parents would be jailed, the store closed and its proprietors imprisoned, and the kid subjected to compulsory psychiatric examination. Times change.

In King George if a buddy and I wanted to go swimming, we might go to the boat dock, which was for public use, and jump in. We did this by day or night. Almost never were there other people around, certainly no lifeguard. Or we might take my canoe, bought with paper-route money, and paddle out into the nighttime water and glory in being young and free and jumping overboard to swim. No one thought anything of it. It was what kids did.