So You Say You Want a Revolution

Well you know.... We all want to change the world.

Yes the local radio talk shows are talking about people stocking up on not only ammunition, but food and water as well. Ammunition being both expensive and scarce these days. Even powder and brass are not easy to come by; so the re-loaders claim. I'm glad I saved all my 8mm brass.

I'm planning to attend one of those 'Tea Parties' that are being planned for April 15th. Many fear this new regime and what it means for this nations future. The national 'Tea Party' organizing site has been attacked by the liberals and is unavailable, at least right now.

On the positive side I have made vast headway towards my goal to be the richest man in the world, considering Buffet has lost some $30 billion over the last couple years. It brings me one step closer to my ultimate goal 'TO RULE THE WORLD!'

And what's this? A make shift mace? A bazaar hammer throw training device? It might work for that. It's for strengthening the hands and shoulders. A handle from an old broken snow shovel with a whole drilled through it, a length of rope and a weight. You extend your arms straight out grasping the handle and roll the weight up and then down, up and then down, up and then down. And then you roll it up and then down.

We had Sunday service in a State Park, Lapham Peak, this weekend. During the service, as the minister was speaking, a cross country skier walked into the building we had reserved. He walked right down the aisle right up to our minister went off to the auxiliary space to look at our buffet and came back doing the same. He then sat down in back and put on his ski shoes making as much noise as possible.

It reminds me of the Levi/Trow WEMS race last year when the lady wouldn't initially register me. She walked away from the table when I came in and, despite another lady telling her several times I was there to register as I stood in front of the registration table, just ignored me. When two others came in to register she got up went to the table and asked them if they were registering. I asserted myself in front of them and she paused a moment before deciding she better let me register. Even then she hadn't given me my series packet. I had registered online for the series. Someone gave it to me at the third race I attended.

Yeah. No more mister nice guy. Just don't feel like letting people get away with crap any more since Tun-Tun died. Life is too short.

I'll try for a couple of the nearby WEMS races this year. You would think an organization dependent so heavily on the use of public lands would be much more serious about peoples rights. The worst I ever got from WORS was being shadowed on a few races. A responsible action, outside of just ignoring busy bodies and gossips making things up. Of course that's the private sector. Just goes to show you the dangers of big government and its worshipers.

I could be wrong about WORS. That skinny clearly faster guy hanging behind me and not passing for the longest time even with my promptings in two races may just have liked the view.