“Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe.”
― Albert Einstein

Feeling quite grim tonight.  The forces arrayed against me are inexorable.  There is no respite.  I have been battling these son of bitches for 34 years.  Against all odds, I have attained the age of 70 years.  Yet, they never quit.

Looking around at my country, it appears the forces of evil are winning.  We have a psychopath in the white house who gladly does his masters' bidding for the trappings of power.  And, regardless of the outcome of the current "election", conditions will continue to deteriorate.

That is a grim vision.  But, I feel, a fairly accurate one.  We are rapidly deteriorating into a police state.  The mere fact that TI's exist proves this beyond the shadow of a doubt.

Yeah, a grim vision.  But, I believe, a realistic one.

My journey has almost concluded.  I have led an incredible life.  I have regrets, but the triumphs outweigh the failures.  I guess, in the end, that's all that matters.

I will never quit.  It's not in my DNA.

Fear me, enemies, and don't let the fact that I am missing many teeth delude you into believing that I have no fangs.

"Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me Liberty or give me Death!"                                                                                              Patrick Henry

Any fundamentalist is potentially dangerous.  Christians,  Islamists, Buddhists. You name any belief structure whose members believe wholeheartedly that they possess the sole, exclusive truth and they are easily convinced of the correctness of their actions as long as they are perpetrated in the name of their god. Any and all are very easily manipulated and compromised because all the scum have to do is appeal to their dogmatic hypnotism.

(Example:  http://bonjourplanetearth.blogspot.ch/2012/08/in-buddhist-myanmar-monks-gone-wild.html)

Many are basically naive individuals.  Many are not.

I have a cluster living near me that are totally compromised.  They fell for the bullshit and now that they know that I know to a limited but sufficient extent just how treacherous they are, they are afraid.

They are the poorest, most unaccomplished and incompetent liars I have ever met.

The enemy now has a face.

If you are a target or suspect that you are targeted, this is very important for you to read.  It analyzes our predicament better than any other paper I have so far seen on the subject.

 http://www.whale.to/c/predatory_gangstalking.html

This scum needs to be eradicated like the filth they are.

These reptiles use your fear against you.  It is a very powerful weapon, but you can control and and overcome it.  If I can, anyone can, and I have.

Make them fear you!

Fight.

Never, ever quit!

Nobody gets out of here alive, anyway, and death is just another door opening.  

Once you lose your fear of death, nothing can harm you.

I've seen those distant ships.  When you are at the helm heading ENE a thousand miles at sea in a 40 foot sailboat heeled over on a close reach on a stiff breeze on the port tack, spray breaking over the weather bow, the sunrise splashing pinks and grays and lavenders through the puffy cumulus, the flying fish leaping and skittering alongside in your lee to splash back into the blue water forty feet off your starboard bow as you crest a long, 20-foot Atlantic swell, and you sight a freighter to the northeast, moving by five miles away like a stranger passing on an empty street...that, my friend, is living.

http://bonjourplanetearth.blogspot.ch/2011/08/george-carlin-elections-give-you.html

I refuse to grieve any longer.  It's debilitating.

The terrible loss will always remain.  But debilitation in the face of an inscrutable enemy is a luxury I can no longer afford.

The war continues...

I am unable to write of dealing with grief when I am in the midst of overwhelming grief.

It's a brutal process of pain, numbness, depression, loneliness and aching loss that will never completely be assuaged.

The well wishes of friends have no effect on the process.  You are immersed in exquisite agony that seems to be endless.  Bouts of confusion, anger, agitation, weeping...all this and more.

In the midst of this brutal truth, you know that this will last a very long time and only time will attenuate, but never fully end, your newfound misery.

So be it.  Unless you are a psychopath, you will grieve over a severe loss.

That's where I am right now.

If I live, I am told I will become stronger.  Fuck that.  I am already strong enough.  I have proved that repeatedly to myself, which, after all, is the one that really matters in this continuous battle for physical and psychological survival.

I will survive, but I will never, ever be the same again.

William Pitt - "Necessity is the plea for every infringement of human freedom. It is the argument of tyrants; it is the creed of slaves."

Need evidence that guns are selling like hotcakes because of Obama's actions?  Read this:

http://www.newser.com/article/da20g4tg0/firearms-industry-thrives-under-obama-presidency-despite-concerns-democrat-would-be-anti-gun.html

It appears my blog has been hacked.  A reader reported it down yesterday for about 40 minutes.  Now, I can access the data on the number of daily hits, but the posts that were read no longer show.

Additionally, the data block used to report problems no longer works.

Seems as if some of the bitches out there don't want me to know what's going on.

So be it.  I will continue.

Lost my best friend last night.  My little dog, suffering from cancer, finally reached the point where I had to do my duty.

Some analysts say dogs only are attentive because the "master" is the pack leader.  After all, regardless of how we have genetically modified them to suit our whims or purposes, they are domesticated wolves.

But the truth is, if you truly offer a dog more than just food, she will return it tenfold.  There is no love like the love of a dog.

Now, I have survived the first thirty hours of grieving.  I am familiar with Kubler-Ross and the five stages of grief.  I said to myself, I won't grieve, because to allow her to continue would only generate suffering.  But I was kidding myself.

I miss her terribly and ever since she was picked up as a near-death refugee from the streets of Miami, I had built my life and my habit patterns around her.

It's the little things that get you when your dog leaves.  If you have suffered the loss of any loved one, you will know what I mean.  If not, I can guarantee you that you have nothing good to look forward to.

Now, I am alone.  I will find me another little refugee who needs a friend, an old man sitting in a small house in a very nondescript Central Florida town with no friends, and enemies and traitors all around.

You can never replace a dog.  You can only get another one to nurture and to love.  You will be repaid by unquestionable loyalty and empathy.  You will be rewarded with love.

The scum only attack at night.

They're truly great Americans, ones whose mothers can be  proud.

They sneak into my house when I'm asleep and pilfer my computer or personal belongings, and occasionally leave little mementos of their nocturnal visits.

What an incredible challenge...to creep an old man's apartment...a 70 year-old guy who is half deaf without hearing aids, blind in one eye, and who sleeps using a sleeping aid, guarded by an easily-intimidated rescued 11 year old Poodle who is in the final stage of terminal cancer.

What courage!  What intrepidity!  What a sublime and difficult challenge to overcome! 

Hell, they could ride skateboards into the place and I would never hear them.

I mean, we're talking A Team types here.  The very best of the best. Elite warriors of the clandestine services. Men of integrity, dedication and boldness.

Know this, scumbags:  If, on the outside chance I ever wake up, I will do my very best to blow your shit all over the walls.

A young man will kick your ass.  An old man will simply kill you.

Any man who fears death has never truly lived.

The worst thing about growing old is that other men no longer see you as dangerous.

And another good one from Bukowski...brilliant guy.

“If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don't even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery--isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you'll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you're going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It's the only good fight there is.”
― Charles Bukowski, Factotum

“Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you've felt that way.”

― Charles Bukowski

"I've never been lonely. I've been in a room -- I've felt suicidal. I've been depressed. I've felt awful -- awful beyond all -- but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me...or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I've never been bothered with because I've always had this terrible itch for solitude. It's being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness. I'll quote Ibsen, "The strongest men are the most alone." I've never thought, "Well, some beautiful blonde will come in here and give me a fuck-job, rub my balls, and I'll feel good." No, that won't help. You know the typical crowd, "Wow, it's Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?" Well, yeah. Because there's nothing out there. It's stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. I've never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. I hid in bars, because I didn't want to hide in factories. That's all. Sorry for all the millions, but I've never been lonely. I like myself. I'm the best form of entertainment I have. Let's drink more wine!"
— Charles Bukowski

Benghazigate unravels...

 http://legalinsurrection.com/2012/10/the-libya-lie/?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+LegalInsurrection+%28Le%C2%B7gal+In%C2%B7sur%C2%B7rec%C2%B7tion%29

Come what may, all bad fortune is to be conquered by endurance. - Virgil

Just received this from a correspondent...


Message to Veterans

More than 1,000 American soldiers have lost their lives in Afghanistan in the last 27 months. This is more than the combined total of the nine years before.
Thirty have died in August.  During the last month, over 50 additional NATO and US servicemen have been murdered, inside jobs by those who are hired to be a force for good in Afghanistan.
The commander in chief is AWOL. Not a peep, although he ordered the White House flag flown at half staff for the Sikhs that were killed.  There is a deep disgust, a fury, growing in the ranks of the military against the indifferent incompetence of this president. 
It has taken on a dangerous tone. No one knows what to do about him, but the anger runs deep as the deaths continue with no strategic end in sight to the idiocy of this war.
Obama has had 4 years to end this futile insanity, during which time he has vacationed, golfed, campaigned, and generally ignored the plight of our men and women in uniform.
But, there is now a movement afoot in the armed services to launch a massive get out the vote drive against this president. 
Not just current active duty types, but the National Guard, Reserves, the retired, and all other prior service members. This is no small special interest group, but many millions of veterans who can have an enormous impact on the outcome of the November election if they all respond.
The million military retirees in Florida alone could mean an overwhelming victory in that state if they all show up at the polls. It might not keep another one hundred U.S. troops from dying between now and November, but a turn out to vote by the military against this heart breaking lack of leadership can make a powerful statement that hastens a change to the indifference of this shallow little man who just lets our soldiers die.

They're already trying to frame me, so what should I be afraid of?

They keep running inept interrogators at me to try to set me up.

It is so typical.

Make no mistake.  If you speak out, if you are an NRA member, a veteran, a gun owner, vocally support the Constitution, or a squeaky wheel, they will try to grease you.

I'm 70 years old.  I have watched creeping political disaster after disaster overtake this country.

We are reaching a crisis situation of monumental proportions in this country.

All you have to do is pay attention.  Turn off the idiot box, don't listen to the broadcast pundits who parrot the desires of their corporate masters who have vested interests in maintaining the status quo, and think for yourselves.

Spend a bit of your precious time thinking outside the media box.  Do some research.  Check various sources and don't simply trust one.  Absorb the totality of the evidence before making your decision.

"All that is necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing."

Never in world history was this more self evident than now.

There are millions of highly pissed-off veterans out here who are quire irritated with Martin Dempsey's pathetic attempts to stifle our free speech, and intrinsic distrust of the Obama administration's increasingly outrageous attempts to slowly and inexorably convert this nation into a police state are increasing exponentially.

This will not stand.

We swore a sacred oath to uphold the Constitution and this oath has no expiration date.

Bad times are ahead for the USA.  It remains to be seen what the eventual outcome will be.

I fervently hope it will be peaceful.

And do not be at all surprised if I suddenly disappear because of posts such as this one.

Hey, sheeple!  Think everything's hunky-dory in the good old USA?  Feeling secure in your beds?  The frog continues to boil...You're the frog.

http://www.maggiesnotebook.com/2012/10/ltc-walther-fitzpatrick-ret-the-growing-obama-police-state/

In defiance of all odds, I turned 70 yesterday.  I cannot believe I have made it this far, watched well over 50 friends and companions pass on, may of whom died violent deaths.  They are not forgotten.

I have no friends in this hick town.  But according to my Facebook postings, I do have many good friends scattered all over the world.  Birthday greetings came in from friends in places as diverse as Australia, Greenland, Africa, Central America, the UK, Pakistan, and people widely scattered all over America.  So it was a great birthday and one that was rewarded in a totally unexpected fashion.

The threat to take me out on my birthday was just that: a  threat.  Anther frigging psyop by the scumbags in a usual, pathetic attempt to disrupt my serenity.  Well, fuck them.  I was just as ready to repel boarders as I always am, and now, officially having reached the age where I have become an unapologetic curmudgeon, they can kiss my Alabama ass.

Copied directly off the FFCHS website.  Hope you don't mine, Derrick, but the more that read it, the better off we are.

Former Supreme Court Justice Louis Brandeis wrote in 1928, the framers of the Constitution sought "to protect Americans in their beliefs, their thoughts, their emotions, and their sensations." It is for this reason that they established, as against the government, the right to be let alone as "the most comprehensive of rights and the right most valued by civilized men."


Millions of people across this country and the globe are being targeted in various ways by a growing number of covert harassment groups. Citizens are being watched, tracked, monitored, harassed, and tortured; their private lives invaded, ruined, and many kept in virtual isolation from friends and family.


FREEDOM FROM COVERT HARASSMENT AND SURVEILLANCE (FFCHS) was formed to address these atrocities and seek justice for those who are victims of harassment group activities which stem from corrupt elements of the US military intelligence and the US investigative agencies, certain defense contractors, corporations, as well as individuals and teams of private citizens.
The Church Committee investigation and hearings of 1975 revealed the existence of secret mind control experimentation programs being conducted by the CIA.  After the hearings, the CIA officially abandoned these programs.  However, whistleblower reports state otherwise and the corroborating accounts of thousands of victims indicate the illegal, non-consensual research continued unabated. The findings of Church Committee Reports revealed widespread privacy rights abuses in the actions of the CIA, FBI, and NSA which ultimately , were not adequately addressed. And nowadays, because of secrecy and lack of congressional oversight during the intervening decades, the research and development of mind control and surveillance technologies have advanced far beyond what most Americans would imagine.  


Associated Organized Stalking Activities:    

• the sense you are being watched and followed everywhere you go.
• You notice consistently rude behavior from people you don't know for no apparent reason.
• You hear excerpts from conversations you had in the privacy of your home coming from people around you.
• You feel that those around you have access to your thoughts. (see *1, *2, below for documentation of this)    
• Relationships and friendships become distant or strained for no apparent reason.
• You experience problems on the job where groups of people are plotting to have you terminated.
• Business deals consistently fall through for no apparent reason.
• You experience vandalism on a regular basis.
• You notice that your things are not in the same place you left them when you left home or some small items may be missing.
• Frequent car repairs.
• Frequent appliance or electronic malfunctions. 

Associated Electronic Assault Activities:

                   (see *3 below for most items in this section)

• Burning sensations on your skin or internal organs.
• You feel pin pricks on various parts of your body.
• You feel some type of energy moving inside your body.
• Extreme head pains.
• You feel drop-in-your-tracks fatigue on a regular basis.
• You continually have difficulty sleeping.
• Forced speech. (see *1 below)
• Uncontrolled-by-you movements of limbs or other body parts.
• You hear the voices of other people inside your mind with no other signs of mental illness.

           

I saw a diagram on a website the other day posted by a brilliant TI.  He has analyzed and broken down the threat structure, of course with some allowances for individual situations, that applies to most TI's involved in neighborhood attacks and disinformation.

He breaks it down thus:

In one dwelling, resides the Liar/Apologist.

In another, the Observer/Attacker.  (He's the bitch who is always doing those irritating breakins when you're out or you're sleeping and steals your stuff or vandalizes your belongings.)

The third dwelling contains the Good Cop, the person who is always friendly and helpful and tries to convince you to trust him.

I have identified all three and their locations.

There are additional individuals on my street who have participated over the couple of years I've been living here, but I have identified the principles.

The couple across the street, who now have a full-time bodyguard, are the liar and the apologist.  He is the liar, and that became blatantly obvious the first time we spoke a few months ago, and his wife, who is the sweet, caring apologist, is always offering up food and information.

I have known from Day One who they are and what they have been doing.  I played along to see just how outrageous the lies would become, and I was not disappointed.  The wife behaves as if she is unaware of her husband's activities.  This, of course, is a big part of the fraud.

The Attacker/Observer lives next door in the adjoining duplex.  He thinks he is well hidden, but I have seen him sneaking out the back twice when he thought he was unobserved.  So I know where he is and what he looks like.

The Good Cop lives down the street.  He's always helpful and friendly, stopping by occasionally to visit the old man down the street, me, who lives with his dying dog.  He has no visible means of support.  That was a huge red flag from the beginning.

There are and have been more individuals involved, but they're either neutralized or have left the area.

Of course, all these entities are linked through a central control point and they interact in different ways.  Many of them are supposed to be TI's themselves who have surrendered to and joined with the handlers in order to become attackers themselves.  This is the worst possible manifestation of the well-known Stockholm Syndrome.

And, additionally, we have the stalkers,  some who's services can be purchased with a case of beer and a fifty dollar bill.  Others are dedicated community vigilantes, ridding their communities of "undesirables." 

Isn't human nature amazing?  Otherwise very ordinary people, many of them of average or below average intelligence, are recruited to participate in a diabolical scheme to attack one isolated, lonely man or woman.

I'm positive that the bodyguard across the street is not on a permanent assignment.  As I have previously mentioned, I was sent an implied thread on my cell phone several weeks ago.  The caller ID showed only my birthdate and read: 1008.  That's a couple of days away.

So I am firmly convinced that the frame is complete and they are doing another head game to cause me to anticipate something that may or may not occur on my birthday.

Whatever he case, bring it on.  I will be 70 on that day.  I've outlived so many, as I have previously mentioned. I have no fear of death. And I will never quit.

It has become a real comedy act across the street. It's an unending source of black comedy.

These small-time dumb-asses have talked themselves into rampant paranoia.

They attacked me.  They attempted to betray me. To enable my destruction.  Nothing less. They declared war against me, and, now that they have been exposed, have apparently become quite fearful.

But I will do nothing to retaliate against them.  Their self-induced fear is their enemy, and if it continues unabated, will enable their own self destruction.

They are their own worst enemies.

I truly pity them.

Fools rush in...

Why do we stay in this country and continue to tolerate the increasing chaos?  It's rapidly becoming a hellhole.  Evidence increases every day that the dollar will collapse within the next year.  What will happen here?  Chaos.  It will make the fall of the Soviet Union seem tame by comparison.  It very well may eventually lead to the Balkanization of the North American continent.

http://jamiehassen.multiply.com/journal/item/715

The TSA isn't about airline security.  It's about operant conditioning.  It's singular purpose is to psychologically condition ordinary Americans into blithely accepting increased government tyranny.  It's all part of the process to condition us to accept deeply personal interferences and intimidation so we can get what we want.  If we are good little boys and girls and allow some shaven-headed thug with barely a 12th grade education to completely strip us of our dignity, they'll allow us to board our flights and go see Aunt Mamie or attend that crucial football game.  All you gotta do is to allow another thug, who may very well be a pedophile, to grope your ten year old daughter to ensure she hasn't got nitro stuffed up her butt.

They're training us like dogs.

Now, isn't this fun?  Is flying really worth it?  They're fervently hoping we will find it not to be worth it and just stay home.

Now, they're even showing up at sporting events.  Bus and train terminals.  When will it stop?  It won't.  Get used to it.  It's part of the new American reality.

Have we become a nation of cowering sheep, allowing the "government" to constantly intrude into the most personal aspects of our lives, all in the name of "security"?  Security from whom?  The answer to that question for all but the most obtuse must be self-evident.

This outrage, along with the radically increased fuel prices, is designed to reduce and restrict our mobility and remove or lessen the threats perceived to exist from the general population by a rampantly paranoid Federal government.

We're getting slowly but inexorably screwed, people, and if you can't see the frog beginning to come to a boil, you are truly blind.

Did the French murder Qaddafi to shut him up?

This is fascinating.  Isn't it strange how the truth always, well...almost always, surfaces after terrible outrages have been committed by those who inhabit the shadows?  A word to the wise.  (And not so wise...)

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2210759/Gaddafi-killed-French-secret-serviceman-orders-Nicolas-Sarkozy-sources-claim.html

Ex TSA Agent:  We steal from travelers all the time...

Isn't the TSA just wonderful?  They grope our children and steal us blind.  Thanks, congressman John Mica, for coming up with such a wonderful idea.

http://bonjourplanetearth.blogspot.com/

This is a better link:

 http://rt.com/usa/news/tsa-stealing-from-travelers-358/

Many of us have known women like this who stole our hearts, stole our money, and tried to steal our passions.  I survived, but just barely...

This is the power of poetry...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&v=CRgzFwQPzek&feature=endscreen

I am a passionate man.  I am passionate about my ancient dreams, passionate in my love for dead friends and absent companions, passionate about surviving the hell that my psychotic tormentors subject me to, and passionate about my seething rage at the cowardly stalkers who continuously but unsuccessfully attempt to make me a prisoner in my own home.

I take nothing lightly.

I am a wolf on the prowl.  The war face goes on when I leave my house to go out into this hostile world. Lock and fucking load.  Get grim. Survive. Excel.

In my heart, I seek peace.  Nobody cares.  They want war.  Welcome to my war.

I am an actor in a play I did not create, so I will play my part as I interpret it, not as others wish me to.

Once, there was a time of laughter and love and blue water and blue skies and white sand beaches, dense green jungles and tall pyramids, accompanied by the joy and laughter of my friends.  Now, all that has become a fading but still-remembered dream, a time when I was more aware of my humanity and my ability to love than at any other period during this long, strange trip.

It's been one hell of an experience, this life of mine.

Along the way, I shared the love of many good friends.  They are either dead or scattered or were only fair-weather friends who dispersed like curs at a dead run when the shit hit the fan.

I know more who are dead than who are alive, but when you hit 70, that becomes the way of your world.

But never forget that love is the ultimate reality

Amidst the occasional journeys to the depths of despair, amidst the hostile, painful external stimuli, amidst the hate directed at me, amidst the occasional bouts of seething rage, amidst the treachery of false friends, I will continue to fight to my last breath.

You can take that to the bank.

Intense passion...

"Dreams unwind;
Love is hard to find..."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MtPyk8_onO8&feature=related

Passion...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MrRVW-p8SJ8&feature=related

Enough of this shit.  To sleep; perchance to dream, or, more likely, tortured in my sleep by demented psychopaths.  That's how it usually turns out.  Either that, or a nocturnal entry, otherwise known as a "creep"  by a creep, or both.

Who cares?  Nobody I know.

Fuck it.

The Russians are really getting off on this crap.  They love to watch the US disintegrate.  They love to watch Obama and his leftists try to institute a social system they themselves proved wouldn't work.  They love to watch the KGB-like American police agencies cut a wide swath through the American people.  They're laughing at us, and with good reason.

This country is rapidly disintegrating.  We have a narcissistic socialist in the White House who sides with Islamists who is trying to hold onto his job, and a filthy rich elitist trying to win it for himself.   We have no choice.  There is no choice. The guy on the street is caught between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea. The corruption has become something I thought I would only see in Africa, Asia or Latin America.  Hell, we can teach them all a lesson in how to totally destabilize a society.

Nobody really has any respect for law anymore.  We watch the politicians and police agencies make a mockery of our laws and there are now so many laws on various books that one can't leave his home without violating one to two, barely before he gets his car started.

Rumblings of revolution are well under way. The country is pretty well split right down the middle. The Feds are trying to make domestic terrorists out of anyone who owns binoculars, guns, stores food, supports the Constitution, or is a military veteran.  They're scared shitless that the sheeple will finally rise up and have them all for breakfast.

The noisemakers like me will be the very first to go. But I'm old and I don't count. The ones they have to worry about are the quiet ones.  The ones totally under the radar who are loading up rounds and quietly sharpening their knives, the ones they never see.

DHS has ordered 1.2 billion rounds of ammo.  Who they gonna shoot?  Us. The American people. That's who.  That is, if the military goes along with it, which is highly debatable, and 20 million pissed off deer hunters don't blow them all away first.

It's insane.  We're already through the looking glass.  It's madness and it is slowly spiraling out of control.

I only hope I won't be here to see what finally happens.  The very last thing I want to see is my beloved country disintegrate.  But I fear that it will.  And there seems to be nothing that anyone can do about it.  It's enough to make you sick.

"Shooting is a frangible skill."
                          Capt. Richard Marcinko, USN, (Ret.), CO of the original SEAL Team Six.

I proved that to be correct yesterday.  Hadn't been to the range in six months with my rifles.  My groups have opened up a bit and I am not quite as comfortable on the rifle as I should be.  Expert shooting requires the shooter to access the Zone.

Gonna work on that, soon, particularly given the current economic and political situations.  For all practical purposes, I'm 70 years old.  I've never seen anything like what's going on right now.  Even during the 60's people weren't arming themselves, buying guns by the car load.  Hell, you can only shoot one at a time...

It's scary, going to the range on a Sunday.  The pistol side is packed.  By 11:00 AM, there's a waiting line for the seven, fifteen and 25 yard posts.  Half of the shooters, at least, couldn't hit a bull in the ass with a bass fiddle, much less a handgun. Some of these people are a danger unto themselves.  Scary.