You mention ‘Braveheart’…. that line has always stuck with me. It is the lynchpin of the whole freedom movement…

“There’s a difference between us. You think the people of this country exist to provide you with position. I think your position exists to provide those people with freedom. And I go to make sure that they have it.”

The positions of those in power, and their representatives on the ground – the police themselves – exists to safeguard the rights of man. The rights of the citizenry. THAT IS ALL.

We’ve lost our way. In modern parlance, it’s called “Mission Creep”. I’m not an anarchist. I’m a Strict Constructionist and a Jeffersonian… I cleave to the original intent of the Framers because those who came before me did so, and it made this country the greatest the world in the history of man.

For a long time – much longer than I have been alive – internationalists, Progressives, cultural Marxists and statist thugs have tried their best to usurp power, manipulate us and so further their own causes, to line their own pockets at our expense… and it will blow up in their faces like an old time “exploding cigar”.

Twee, you’re a South African. I know a bit about SA in “the before time”… prior to De Klerk selling out. Despite whatever social ills you may think the old SA republic guilty of, fact is the old SA republic reminded me of us… it was a kick-ass Republic. Fed half the continent all on your own. Yours was the richest, most powerful nation on the Continent – because you were a republic much like our own…

SA has gone through the upheavals that WE will soon see… and by all accounts, SA is run by a coalition of thugs, communists, “Progressives”, thieves and criminals. Not saying what you and those like you should do. Just saying that if that happened to me, I would probably be out in the bush with a bunch of other Jaegers, eating biltong when I could get it, the rations of the enemy when I could not…

I leave you with this… a picture called “The Nation Makers”… Americans during the War of Independence. Starving, ill equipped, sick, ragged. Their flag little more than a tattered, bullet riddled rag on a stick… but still determined to march into the bayonets of the British regulars. Not even I would want to face down those men today. We haven’t seen men of such mettle in a very, very long time… and no, I do not put myself on the same level as those men. No way am I worthy…

The wicked flee when none pursueth..." - Proverbs 28:1

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