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Once upon a time, long, long ago - in another century in fact, there was a little girl who wanted it all. She wanted to be a "regular girl" with a husband and babies but she also wanted to be Annie Oakley. She couldn't understand why everyone told her she would have to choose - it just didn't seem fair! Why, oh why, couldn't she do both?????

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Young girls grow so the dolls changed into stuffed animals and the horses into horsepower but she was never the girly girl people seemed to want her to be. She discovered that most boys didn't like the girls who could take care of themselves so she spent a lot of time alone, thinking

The years passed but the times were not YET a'changin and she knew she had to pick a life and it couldn't include both. Even though she thought of herself as a bit of a renegade, she took a husband.....(poor guy, he didn't have a chance)

Being a take charge girl and a bit of a perfectionist, she threw herself into becoming the very best homemaker she could and worked hard to keep everything spotless but no matter how hard she tried, a feather duster in her hands never felt as right as that 1911 her Dad has taught to shoot.


So eventually, she began her quest to find a spot for herself in the world. Someplace that didn't expect her to be just a girl sitting there looking good and definitely not one that that had anything to do with a feather duster.

Her quest took her to many interesting jobs where she met a lot of interesting people who all taught her something but it all never seemed to be enough to quench her thirst to follow her wild-eyed dreams from her early gun toting days.

Finally she met this interesting guy named Mike Sadlak. He needed help and she needed a new adventure so they began working together. She worked long hours for many years, sometimes in the office and sometimes in the shop. The hair turned gray, the wrinkles got deeper, the eyesight failed, but she finally felt as though she had found a home, a place that let her play with guns AND use her brain.

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At last, she had work that she loved, friends who truly were friends, and customers who began to accept that a woman could know quite a bit about firearms without the world coming to an end!


That little girl who wanted it all got it all - Just not all at the same time


Not the end quite yet (I hope)

 

Thanks. This is a great story.

 

Oh, I like the French Maid costume..... ......

 

But I'll bet you'd rethink that if the feather duster was replaced with the .45 .

 

Nope, that would make it even better.... I can say that.... Momma is in Texas for 2 weeks....

 

Love it!

What's that you're working on in the post-maid, pre-red photo?

 

Looks like Inspection prior to shipment of machined parts.....

 

BTW, lest I misrepresent myself, Tee shirt and jeans are my cleaning attire and the pink feather duster is merely the figment of my overactive imagination. Reality is a well worn but clean old cloth diaper - yes youngsters, we did use cloth diapers that required dunking, washing, drying and then careful folding! We stowed them in the back of our covered wagons.

 

And you. my friend, are a blind old pirate with a heart of gold. thank you

 

I was really hoping to generate stories of a few personal odysseys. We all have stories of our journey just waiting to be told. How about you, Sapper John?

 

Thanks SJ - You've got quite an interesting history there. Maybe others will jump into the pool now that you've gotten it started. We have a pretty close community of friends here and it's nice to sit around the digital firepit and share stories.

 

If you read my "About Me" in my Personal Details, here on the Monkey Site, you will know most of what has transpired in my life, and has gotten me this far, in this life. I wrote it, to give "context" to what I write here in these forums. I think it is important, that folks have "context" when reading other peoples written works. ...... YMMV.... and I second, Seacowboys, and SJ's sentiments, above.... RH is one Classy Lady.....

 

I am a conspiracy theorist. I am a non-conformist. I am the guy "to watch closely". I am the one who doesn't speak unless he has something important to say. Usually.

I first started to come out of the typical mind-numbing sleep which effects most Americans soon after High School in the early 90's. A guy was on the television talking about the "US Taxpayers Party", and his name was Howard Phillips.


The party soon became known (as it is now) as the Constitution Party. Needless to say, after Phillips left, it was quickly inundated with religious extremists and the party lost its true momentum. I later hitched on to the Libertarian Party (and the Free State Project), but that also lost steam due to being infiltrated by radical anarchists and fringe groups which ultimately led to the party being grossly divided. It wasn't until much later I finally realized why political parties are quickly subverted and undermined in this nation.

My research began in the early 90's when I moved to the Boston area, and a local there noticed my "No Answers, No Taxes" bumper sticker from the We The People Foundation: http://givemeliberty.org

A very good pamphlet was given to me by this friend, and the title is "Economic Solutions", written by Peter Kershaw. I never take anything at face value, even then --so I began to research what was inside. At this point, I hadn't heard of G. Edward Griffin and his own research done on the Federal Reserve, as there were no websites to assist in this research in 1995. I had to do this the old-fashioned way: public libraries and law libraries located in the town hall.

I found key legislation, Presidential Proclamations, and studied the "law" called into question --the USCA (United States Code Annotated), UCC (Uniform Commercial Code), FRC (Federal Reserve Code), and IRC (Internal Revenue Code). I learned that these codified "laws" did not come into being until the time of FDR and the emergency declared at the time. I photocopied any and all information pertaining to the Federal Register of this period which related to the creation of these codes, and the banking emergency. I purchased a law dictionary known as "Black's Law" and researched the relevant terms such as "Miscogeny", "Person", "Bank Holiday of March 6, 1933", and "Colorable". It turned out that the United States is a corporation (Federal) and everything within are also corporations (including our own fictional selves).

Emergency Powers Statutes, Senate Report SR 93-549, November 19, 1973

I learned what "capitis diminutio maxima" really means, and referenced this with the Birth Certificate. I researched what a "certificate" really is and why they have been used since the 1930's. I found that the original Trading With the Enemy Act of 1917 was amended by FDR in his first 3 days in office by Proclamation (#2039, #2040) and obtained copies from the town hall for everything I referenced. The original Act did not include "all citizens" of the United States in the definition of who is to be regulated and punished, but the amended Act by FDR --does. I checked to see if there were any laws enacted since that time to cancel these codes, laws and executive orders, and there were none. I initially researched with some folks from the American Agriculture Association, who first found some of this information that I later added to with diligent study. It turns out there are plenty of farmers who lost their lands due to FDR and the land grab which followed the dust bowl so many years ago. All of this hinges on one crucial fact in "law": The Emergency War Powers themselves. The greatest proof that the emergency of war powers are still in effect is the Bank Holiday of 1933 itself which grants the private Federal Reserve the privilege to conduct banking business. Since this holiday was authorized by a skeleton crew in Congress over the holiday (convenient, wasn't it?), the empowering Act itself can be found in Title 12, Section 95(b) which also makes the President and Sec. of Treasury co-dictators. The Constitution is essentially on "hold" status, and the President acts as supreme dictator, powers granted by our own Congress to this very day. The merchant law of Admiralty rules the nation, where a once simple common law and obedience to the Constitution only existed. Our court cases and will to stand up to tyranny were all we ever needed. We did not require income taxes to fund our society prior to 1933, and we never needed to be made into a corporate fiction to be licensed, regulated, tried, convicted and punished in the republic we once had.

I struggled with this information for many years, and I have seen friends lose control and have mental break-downs. Through the years, I have found a way to make peace with what is happening, and I accept what has happened knowing the republic is long dead, but hope is certainly not. No people will ever accept perpetual tyranny; sooner or later they will resist, they will begin to walk toward liberty.

This is only one small piece of my life. I have no children, no claim to fame and want for nothing, except liberty.