For the People and by the People

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Amendment II

A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed

A Militia is a group of private citizens , not an official army.
The security of a free state, to remain free from outside oppressor's or from our own over zealous government.
I believe that are founding fathers' were some of the smartest men in history of the world.And I do believe history has proven this to be true, all we have to do is follow the system that was put in place.Government FOR THE PEOPLE AND BY THE PEOPLE.
Simple words with great meaning.Words so powerful that men gave their lives for, so that their children and grandchildren could live in freedom.And yet over the 2 decades I have lived I have seen our jobs leave this country and are personal rights trampled on by our own Government despite the out cry from the people to stop the insanity.We as a country can no longer pay our bills and yet they keep spending The same week that social security starts cashing in treasury notes for the money that congress as borrowed thru the years they cannot pay it without having to go borrow more money to pay those notes.And now we also find out that not only did we get robbed by the banks in" to big to fail" program" with all those executives getting huge bonus's but the government regulators watching them got bonus's as well when they should have been fired!And Yesterday they pass a bill that all polls show we the people do not want and can not afford.When the middle class is shrinking as fast as expanded just 50 year's ago.Our children will be taxed at twice the rate we are and will not be as prosperous and be more dependant on handouts.The people currently running our Government must be removed starting this November in the Ballot box {even this we can longer trust with all the interference}.We have to remind them who is in charge, THE PEOPLE.Let's start with a vote first and hope a Militia is not needed.

Man's best friend

I have been around dog’s as far back as I can remember. From Walker coon hounds to Poodles and have enjoyed almost of all of them.My earliest memories are of Walker coon hound pup’s that my mother took care of after their mother died giving birth. She brought them into the house and bottle fed them, now for a 5 or six year old having 7 or 8 puppies in the house is paradise. Everybody should have the pleasure of owning a good dog at some point in their life as I have several great dogs .
Brutie aka Buddy a German Shepard owned by my All summer we kept him and my dad put weight on him as he was now fed good. Well when the summer was over my dad called the man to come and get him but he never did. Now dad was unable to walk out to the garden in the winter time so dad turned him loose to see if he would stay. It was a running debate between and Kenny Ray over the dogs name. Dad Brutie and Kenny Ray Buddy. Brutie brought great joy to all my family. Dad and I needed a dog to guard the garden at the farm to keep deer and coons out of the sweet corn and this guy my dad knew loaned dad this scrawny underfed German shepard and we tied him next to the garden. All summer we kept him and my dad put weight on him as he was now fed good. Well when the summer was over my dad called the man to come and get him but he never did. Now dad was unable to walk out to the garden in the winter time so dad turned him loose to see if he would stay. Kenny Ray was scared that Buddy would run away, but I told him he would not as he had a rough life before coming to the paradise on the hill. Brutie stayed and became a my dad’s best friend, he not only stood guard of the garden but the family also. He took up residence under the front porch of the cabin where met everyone that came to the house as well went going with dad and Kenny Ray every where they did. He had an old basketball that was half deflated that he would carry around and drop at you feet and then look at you and turn his head like he was asking to play ball, we would then kick the ball and he would run after it and bring it back and either tease you with it or drop it again to kick. Brutie walked with my dad every morning to the mailbox and out to the pond to feed the fish , he would sit next to dad and watch with great interest the fish that came to the top of the water to feed. Whenever Kenny Ray and I would camp out in the tents at the farm Buddie would stay with us, I mean stay with Kenny Ray, If Kenny Ray was riding his bike or 4 wheeler Buddy would follow him, even when Kenny Ray would go swimming , Buddy was at the pond it was funny Buddy would pace back and forth several time and test the water with his feet and before you knew he would get in the water but only for a few seconds and then get out and pace. At night when we got into the tent to sleep Buddy would lay down in front of the tent door as protector. One day my father decided he would burn A brush pile for me as I had not got to it yet. As he was burning it the fire got out of control and dad seen he was in trouble and went and got the fire department to come and put it out. The whole time the fire department was there dad said Brutie stayed between him and the fire chief as if to say do not touch this old man. Kenny Ray and I went down to the farm almost every weekend and dad said it was as if Brutie new the days and that Brutie new the sound of my truck because he would get exited when he heard it come up the hill and down the lane he would grab his ball and watch the road. On one Saturday Kenny Ray did not go with me, he had birthday party or something he had to attend and when I pulled up to the house Brutie ran up to the passenger door and when it did not open he ran over to my door, as I got out of the truck he stepped up into the truck looking in both the ft seat and back seat for Kenny Ray and I said I am sorry Brutie he did not come today. He dropped his ball and went up on the porch and laid down. My father was always great with training hunting dogs and never had a dog for a pet until Brurtie he would fry an extra egg or piece of chicken breast and even bake extra biscuit's for Brutie. When Brutie disappeared my father was truly upset as well as Kenny ray. But my father never got over it. I hope Brutie was in Heaven with a ball in mouth, to greet my father.

My nephew Matthew and his first hunting season

I was going thru some stories that I written in the past tonight, and I came across this story
written by Matthew my nephew, he and his sister used to live with Tari and I for a couple of years. Matthew was about 12 I believe at the time he wrote this.

First Hunting Season

I first started getting into hunting by going with my uncle Kenny on his hunting trips. We scheduled my hunter safety course for the second week in July. I passed the test with a 100%. That same night we went to All About sports to get my hunting license.The next month was devoted to buying my hunting clothes. On August 24 , 1996 my father came over and gave me something. He gave me his shotgun. It was once his grandfathers. He told me to take good care of it because it was old but in very good condition. It was a single shot shotgun.
My first hunting trip was on labor day weekend to Kentucky. The trip was not to fun or healthy. It was about 6 hours of me inhaling second hand smoke from Ken and Porter. Ken is my uncle's uncle and Porter is my uncle's dad. When we got there it was about two o'clock and Lester was already setting up the tent,Lester is my uncle's cousin.We spent the whole day getting things ready for tomorrow's hunt. I decided to go exploring so I grabbed my 22 rifle and a bog of bullet's and started up the hill.Not to far up I found a pond, so I decided to sit down and find some targets to shoot at. Most of my targets were frogs. I spent the rest of the day at the pond. The next day we got rear early. My uncle and I started up a hill. It did not take long for my uncle to get 4 squirrel's. I did not get anything that day.Porter got 8 , Ken 6, and Lester 3. The next morning I thought to myself if I do see a squirrel I am going to get excited and I am going to miss, I need more than one shot.

My uncle had brought along an over and under shotgun.A lot bigger than my single shot because it was a 12 gauge and the single shot a 20 gauge.So I took the over and under and my uncle and I went back up the hill. My uncle pointed out a squirrel out on a limb of a tree.
I shot and missed but I shot a second time and clipped his back legs, he fell but was not dead. We

looked for him until I spotted him trying to crawl away. I stepped on his tail and crushed his head with the stock of the shotgun. During squirrel season uncle Ken, Lester and his son Tim and I worked on a building a tree house for deer hunting. On the first day of deer gun season My uncle and I sat under a tree and Lester sat in the tree house. That morning Lester got his deer.
The second day came and started out dull. Nothing was seen that morning, but in the evening, we went somewhere different on the other side of the hill. That's where I killed my deer. I was getting bored not seeing anything when all of a sudden I seen a deer. I picked up on him and waited and fired. He jumped in the air and turned around as he ran I pulled up on him again and fired, he fell. When I got down where the deer was my uncle said where was you aiming at. I told him I was not paying any attention the first time I shot but the second time I was aiming for his head. He said the first time I shot I hit him in the ass and the second shot was in his eye. Oh yeah I forgot to tell you that my uncle bought me a new shotgun last month a Remington 870
pump shotgun with a slug barrel and that is what I shot him with. My next hunting trip was rabbit hunting on a farm. The first day I put a little heat on my uncle. You see I had already got a rabbit and my uncle didn't. Well my uncle was down hill and I was uphill. I seen the rabbit before it jumped but did not shoot because I was not a 100% sure. the rabbit jumped from a brush pile and went straight toward my uncle. IT got a little pats him as my uncle was pulling up I shot first and that threw my uncle off and I missed it to. but he finally got when the dogs brought it back around. But I got at least one rabbit every weekend when my uncle and I hunted, and that was my first hunting season.

Part 2 Appalachian health care

I had a discussion today about health care with a couple of friends> one of the discussion was about my father as I have mentioned before he passed away last year. I believe that my father was treated for money only and this is why. My father had copd -smokers disease - and had been on oxygen for about 5 years and the last year he was on full time. when he was diagnosed with cancer this June they wanted to check is lungs for cancer. but he had to sign a waiver because his lungs were so brittle they thought he could die when doing the test. The day after the test my father told me and my so n that he was not going to take the chemo treatment that he had lived a full life he was content. The next day he saw the cancer doctor with my sister and this so called doctor told my father that he had a 95 percent chance of survival if he would go through the treatment. Now my father could not walk across the room without struggling to catch is breath. In my opinion this was done just for the money so they could bill medicare , and in the process made his last 3 months miserable. He was even told to stay indoors and out of the sunshine he was afraid to just sit on the porch , he hated being cooped up. The night he died in the hospital he was there about 10 hours I received a bill that was submitted to medicare for 10
thousand dollars, all the did was provide a room and gave him shoots of morphine my sisters and mother and myself tended to his needs. The bill to the cancer doctors as well as misc bills amounted to over one hundred thousands dollars for 3 months, of misery for money.I spoke with one of my aunt"s a few years ago about my uncle and her decision not to have him put in a nursing home. You see she was in her early sixties at the time and the nursing home told her that she would have to turn her house over to them in order to pay for his care.
Well she could not do that as she needed a place to live after he passed away, that was almost 20 years ago.
In our conversation this morning a friend was telling about his mother in law that is in a nursing home now. They sold her house and all the savings her life savings are gone. And the state of Ohio now pays the 5 thousand dollar a month tab. now that is more money than he or I make a month and raise a family on. I told him to move her back into his home and have the state pay him to take care of her. he then told me there are over a hundred rooms in this nursing home and 2 people to a room .
I am further convinced that the Amish and Mennonite are completely right because they take care of there own elderly family member needs and they are exempt from paying medicare as well as social security tax's imagine what a family could do for there own health care needs , if allowed to keep their money as well as getting over their own selfish needs and take back the responsibility of taking care of their own.

Appalachian health care plan

I dislike politicians , I am sorry I have grown to hate them. I do not think any of them care about the working families of this country. I believe they would sell their own mothers for a nickel. The very ideal that mandating people to buy anything including health insurance in my opinion is goes against every thing this country was founded on. And any so called Representative of the people and I use this term loosely should be tried for treason. What's next we all have to buy a GM car or even worse an AIG life insurance policy. I am disgusted at government so called saving of America we avoided another great depression by preserving all the millionaire's of these corporations. All they saved were their own paydays so they can get a million dollars for speaking engagements. And the working class of this country continue to struggle just to make ends meet. I have heard all my life from my family members that the democrats are for the ordinary working man , well as all of them know now these former GM employees that have seen their medical insurance taken away and the democrats let them .Insurance that was promised to them in union contracts, they were betrayed by their union the company and the government, 3 winners and the retired losers in 2 ways their insurance gone and their tax money rewarding an incompetent

company. and the whole the government claiming they saved them. you ever hear the old saying " do not pea on me and tell me it is raining" . Guess what folks it is raining.

I work for a small company with 10 employees and the past couple of years it has struggled to keep everyone working. Health insurance is offered but only the those that are single are covered completely on the cost . Those of us with a family , are no longer taking family plans as the cost is now on average $280.00 a week that we have to pay out of pocket. Now are great people saving government wants to help by mandating we take this coverage or be fined.It is my opinion that such a program will force many people into bankruptcy and on to entitlement programs, thus by preserving their power over the people. I believe we must return to the past and families take care of their own

we children must take care of our elderly parents as they took car of us in our youth it is our obligation to do so. My grandfather always had to have a place with 2 house's when he was a sharecropper to care of his elderly father and step mother. The Amish and the Mennonite farming communities do not have health insurance and yet they are a thriving community. They do not rely on the government for handouts . I believe are founding fathers were brilliant men and I believe that a republic that is for the people and by the people will work, But currently it is not sustainable and the people running it must be removed. We the people must take back our government and take back our freedoms that we have let slip away. we owe to our children

Little bit's of Heaven

I was sitting by the fire this morning drinking coffee and thinking about all the little things that I enjoy. And feeling sorry for city people that never get out to experience God's simple pleasures.

Like a night in the country with the sound of whippoorwills and a sky full of stars, sitting on the porch at dusk in the early spring and a symphony of tree frogs and crickets singing for joy after a long winter ,seeing and hearing an old gobbler in the spring looking for love , the howl of a pack of coyote's, the feel of fresh plowed ground between your toes I still do this sometimes with my son. the sound of sassafras wood on the fire I love that pop and cracking sound, gathering eggs and talking to the hens, the smell of wood smoke , fresh cut hay and tobacco drying in the barn, the woods in October, looking for morel mushrooms, picking wild blackberries. A baloney sandwich and a bottle pop for dinner after hoeing out the tator patch. catching your own night crawlers, Sitting in the tree stand and watching the sun come up and the woods come to life , the sound of beagles running a rabbit , the smell the outside on bed sheets hung on the line to dry, sitting with my wife breaking green beans, digging tators and the surprise at the big one you find.Sitting on a river bank at night fishing and telling stories . Or just complete silence of a winter snow. I am truly blessed I have a little heaven everyday

Last day of rabbit season

Yesterday was the last day of rabbit season. Me and ole Jack went out for a couple of hours. It was a beautiful evening the temp was about 34 degrees and no wind and a little sun peeking threw.We had been out of the truck about 10 minutes and Jack struck a hot track. He nevers barks at first but I can tell when he hits a hot track by the way the bell on his collar rings. He follows a 15 or 20 yards before he opens up. It was the same rabbit that we have gotten up every weekend since the first of the year. The rabbit always runs up underneath the neighbors barn, sometimes it.s a 15 minute race and other's 10 depending if we jump toward the west or east. After he went up me and Jack moved on back to some other brush piles. With all the heavy snow some of the cover has collapsed and the rabbits had moved to other cover. I have not carried my gun the last couple of weeks has I want to leave some breeding stock. As we got back toward the end of the property that I have permission I stopped and let Jack work out an area. And I heard in the distance a flock of Canadian geese coming toward me. I scanned the horizon and here they came toward me, in formation and in gun range. I began to think of days I spent with my Uncle Ken and dad and those hunts that we shared. As I began my way back to the truck I hollered at Jack and he came in . At the truck I opened the door Jack jumped in and as i sat down he laid down next to me wet and a little tired. I pet and told him Jack we will come again next Sunday and we will have another race.