equally frustrated.

Reading Bill's post today really brings it home, to me, that my fiction I am writing is out of frustration more than needing a creative release. I don't want things to fail, but then, Yes, I do. I am hearing more and more the saying "its gotta break so we can fix it". And in many ways, there isn't any other solution. IF we managed to elect people that really truly felt as we do, that were willing to commit political suicide to cut all of the entitlement crap out of our Budget, Bring our troops home and tell the countries we are in "good luck", on and on and on. It would take a complete 100% cleaning house from the lowest Senator, to the Judges on the benches and a complete overhaul of the Administration, but it could be done, IF(return to beginning of paragraph)
We all know whats broken. The real problem isn't our Government at all. It's US. not U.S. But US as a whole. There are far too many divisions of ideology within this country to achieve anything good without pissing off, or shitting on someone. No way. Fact is, no matter how the Change/Revolution/Collapse happens; many people are going to get hurt. Hurt feelings, hurt bodies, hurt souls, hurt families, even Dead: but the change has to happen because the other option is FAR, FAR worse. Yet it seems that many don't see even that most days. Even among us we sometimes put the blinders on. (and its perfectly safe to do so long as you don't leave them on. We need a break now and again to maintain sanity)

(Time for a confession that only 8 people in this world have known about till now)

I swore an oath 23 years ago. I have had my motives questioned by people I hold dear, by people that I would rather shoot than share space with, and by my command at one point. I was ran out of the Corps labeled a Patriot by the Shills under Clinton. Funny how 1 1/2 years prior I was involved in Kuwait under Bush 1 and received many meritorious and unit decorations. Yet, big yet, my senior command had a tizzy over my Refusing to Go to L.A. to help put down the unrest. (B.S. That was outright moronic behavior by idiots with no honor) I.E. My refusing to follow and unlawful order (by my standards.) ((If ANYONE thinks Posse Commitatus is still in effect, think again. The only reason we don't see it outright(and we are seeing signs of it coming) is we haven't actively opened fire on 'The Elite'. A couple of hits here or there but nothing that can't be drummed up for further legislation; no need to call in the guns yet.)) Drummed out, other than honorable discharge (I refused to submit); which is on step above dishonorable, and no way to get it upgraded while the socialist's are in power.(to include Bush 2)
Chesty Puller would have been proud of my refusal to submit.

I hadn't been 100% sure of what direction to go in for a long time. I still push forward on making my gulch for reasons that have been covered here and elsewhere many times.

But my resolve is this:

Should strife assemble and start forward momentum, my oath to defend my country will still be valid. If the enemies of my country speak English and have birth certificates from the U.S.: so be it, they made a choice the same as I have.
I see their faces everyday I scan the news, and yet, there are millions more standing behind them, voted for them, BY CHOICE.

If this means hauling but to Texas, or Florida or even (choke) Kalifornia, So be it.

I will be there.

The Creed of a US Marine
This is my rifle. There are many like it, but this one is mine.

My rifle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.

My rifle, without me, is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless. I must fire my rifle true. I must shoot straighter than my enemy who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I WILL...

My rifle and myself know that what counts in this war is not the rounds we fire, the noise of our burst, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the hits that count. WE WILL HIT...

My rifle is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its sights and its barrel. I will ever guard it against the ravages of weather and damage as I will ever guard my legs, my arms, my eyes and my heart against damage. I will keep my rifle clean and ready. We will become part of each other. WE WILL...

Before God, I swear this creed. My rifle and myself are the defenders of my country. We are the masters of our enemy. WE ARE THE SAVIORS OF MY LIFE.

So be it, until victory is America's and there is no enemy, but peace!

I WILL.