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The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy. -- Martin Luther King, 1963.

[Image] Bob Wright, 1st New Mexico Militia

Folks,

I received a copy of the e-mail exchange below, and mindful of the quote from Dr. King above, I thought of the Obamanoids, "They mistake the measure of the men and women they are dealing with."

To long time readers of my stuff, Bob Wright needs no introduction. He is the man who, when asked by his FBI Special Agent in Charge if he would really go to the rescue of victims of another Waco in another state, replied:

"Why would I want to do that? There's plenty of you federal sonsabitches around here."

My piece on "Dark Thoughts" has occasioned some concern amongst my friends, as expressed by one long-time friend Craig, in an e-mail to Bob. Following that is Bob's reply.

From: Craig (REDACTED)
Re: Fw: Dark Thoughts-- Misadventure, Spasm & Decapitation. How I spent Constitution Day
To: "bob wright"
Date: Friday, September 18, 2009, 5:59 PM


Hi Bob,

Good to hear from you. I am hanging on as always here in (REDACTED). Hope you are well.

I am actually kind of worried about Mike sometimes. He lives this shit too much I think, it makes you think dark thoughts. I have been living it too much myself ... I have gotten growly, withdrawn, depressed, pissed. I need a vacation ... I wanted to go to DC but to be honest the expenditure of funds would have left me in trouble for months after.

Don't get me wrong Bob ... it has been my pleasure to raise my son and be here for him and guide him on his path to manhood, it really has. It is going on 10 years now and my restless nature is having a hard time containing itself. I have never been in one place this long my entire life ..... ever. Worst part is I don't know what I would do if I left .... I see things crumbling and think to myself do I want to be away from Luke when he might need me more than at any other time? I don't know what is wrong ... I don't want to go to church anymore. My pastor calls me and talks to me ..... we are actually pretty good friends.

How does one keep dark thoughts out of your very being when you are wrapped up in it all the flippin time. I admire each one of you guys cause you do more than I do and keep a goin. I worry about Mike dabbling in all the ATF secret crap though .... they are going to kill him for it someday.... probably all of us. Know what .... I don't really much care about that either. I have pretty well accepted that .... is that normal?? What's normal???

Happy Birthday Constitution ... I love that sacred document.... it will probably cause us all to die because of it. We will be in good company my friend ... I guess I can't think of a better way to go anyway.

Later,
Craig
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I don't think Craig intended this to get to me, but as it did, I read it, and I post it here now. It duplicates the thoughts of many in this, the darkening hour. But it was Bob's reply that touched me most.

You may be right ol' chum and don't let it get you down.. For me it is like this... I decided in 1993 that I was already dead. Every day after that has been a glorious gift of a merciful god. We are blessed to be here , now. For we will be tested and we will have the opportunity to show who we are.

Most people go thru life never knowing if they have the courage to face real danger living in a twilight Walter Mitty dream world. Never knowing if greatness lies within the recesses of their over managed lives. We will know.

We have been given this great gift and we should embrace it and the circumstances that allow it. Don't despair, rejoice that yours is the chosen generation.

Don't dread but anticipate the day you will be free to strike at the heart of a beast and do your part to add Patriot breath to the flame of liberty. Let your heart pound with enthusiasm for the noblest of all human endeavor , the fighting of evil. The selfless sacrifice of blood , toil, and treasure, that elevate the common and pedestrian citizen to that most honored title of Patriot.

I too want more time to train , to earn money, to watch children and grandchildren grow, but in my heart I know that these are still selfish desires and betrays a hesitancy that has no place in the Patriot Breast.

We face the greatest challenge of our time and it will not be met by timid souls who fear to let go of the hearth, the hem of the skirt or the cradles blanket. We must know and accept that our presence in that world of relations and temporal pleasure make us but temporary lodgers waiting to bid last farewells and shed final tears before we embark on the true reason for our being.

Forgive a sentimental anecdote if you will, but two days before my mother died she overheard me on the phone desperately trying to get someone to fill in for me at a prestigious debate with the head of NM ACLU She called me too her bed side and with angry eyes that reflected a soul awaiting permission to open the door to the next world she demanded to know if I meant what I said or was I full of bullshit. I tried to smooth her feelings and get her to lay back down but she would not be distracted from her piercing interrogatory. Finally in an effort to ease the obvious agitation this was causing her I told her that I sure thought I was honest and damn well meant what I said. I was much distressed that the overheard conversation had caused her so much agitation and distress. She told me that she had on more than none occasion heard me say that we were in a War. Did I believe it or not. I tried to tell her that none of that mattered and she just needed to get as comfortable as possible and not worry about all of this. What she said next crashed through my hard head and lodged in my heart sending out shock waves that gave order to my chaotic emotions and forever cleared up some of my own myopia.

She told me that she knew about men going off to war. She told me that she had watched her father go off to war and then fixing me with those tired , dying eyes that still held enough steel to command attention, told me that her father had not looked back he had gone to the war and done his job until the Nazi was destroyed.

She told me that when her brother died as a child that her father did not "quit" his war and come home but did his job and eradicated the Nazi. She then said that 10 years later she had watched her husband go to war and like her father he never looked back and did his job regardless of what was happening on the home front.She then told me that go or stay it meant nothing in relation to her dying, that would happen in it's own time regardless of my activities. But if I failed in my duty then no one would be there to battle the ACLU.

I cannot tell you the emotions that swept over me, pride in her, a sense of brotherhood with my forebears who had abandoned hearth and home to fight evil, and shame in my self that it took a dying old woman to clarify my duties as a man.
Less than 30 hrs later she had gone. I lifted the gurney into the hearse, went to her closet and got her "burying Dress" went to my house and slept a couple of hours dropped the dress off at the funeral home and drove 300 miles to do battle with the ACLU.

Craig, we are a special people who have a destiny to fulfill and are allowed to enjoy this life at its fullest until that call comes.

Bob Wright

As I said, the Obamanoids mistake the measure of the men and women they are dealing with. For in choosing such men to attack, they have picked an enemy that will not quit until they are dead or their enemies are dead. To attack such men and women as Bob and Mrs. Wright, is quite simply put, to invite suicide. They should understand that before we go too far down this road they have chosen for us.

Mike
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