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Monday, February 19, 2018

How to Fix the Shooting Problem in America.


                       
          How to Fix the Shooting Problem in America.

                    
                                  Some people will say you can't do that.
                            Well if our Founding Father's thought that way,
                                   We would not be a nation today.
                              
                                   You have a problem, you fix it.     


                             Fixing the Gun Problem in America  
  The first thing we need to realize it is about saving lives, not controlling guns,
     
The recent school shooting in Florida broke a very sad record in America. It bumped Columbine from the top ten list of the worst school shootings. The problem is not guns. The two worst mass killings in America did not involve guns at all. Oklahoma City and 9/11 both happened without a shot being fired.  The problem is a lack of respect for the sanctity of life. As God has been removed from our society we have fallen into a state of Anarchy. The only way to restore order is to make consequences of civil disobedience so severe that no one wants to pay the price. Criminals have far more rights in the American justice system than the average citizen, and are better served by the court system. It is time to reverse the corruption in our system of government.  It can start by passing the laws recommended in this post, or we can sit by complacently till the talons of anarchy tear into our own lives. Congress can fix this problem. The right to own guns is given by the Constitution, therefore laws concerning their use should be Federal Laws and Crimes. About thirteen thousand five hundred people are killed by guns in America each year. Over one hundred people are shot every day, and over forty of them die every day. While school shootings focus our attention on the problem, there is a bigger problem.

    We might as well fix two problems while we are at it. Decriminalizing the use of plants will destroy the profit incentive which the drug culture is based on. The criminals who depend on the high profits will fade from existence just like the rum runners did at the end of Prohibiton. Another American mistake created by an incompetent government of the time.  Notice I did not say legalize. I said decriminalize because the laws concerning drugs should never have been passed in the first place. A little studying will make clear that growing plants is a God given right. A right validated in the Declaration of Independence which will open enough jail cells to start incarcerating people who violate the new laws I am proposing. The present drug laws are useless. The waste of money on agencies that only perpetuate their own existence thru incompetence and indifference is insane. It would be far cheaper for the government to grow and distribute pot to the abusers at a nominal fee which would eliminate the need to resort to criminal means to pay for their habits.

     Pot did not become illegal until the end of Prohibiton. The laws against pot were pushed by the alcohol industry who wanted their business back.  My grandfather who was a WW I veteran told my cousin and I that pot was the alternative high during Prohibition era and became very popular. The present drug enforcement system is an asinine use of our tax dollars. Nobody has ever overdosed on pot. They might die from doing something stupid on pot, but not from pot. That can be verified by the fact that it is legal to have up to two ounces of pot in your possession in Washington, D.C., which shows the hypocrisy of our government. George Washington and Thomas Jefferson both raised and sold marijuana on their farms. They both left detailed records of their farm operations. Probably did not sell it as pot, but as the raw material for making hemp rope, cloth and burning for heat. The financial benefits from job creation, product production and industrial potential, such as ethanol, far out weight the threat of a few thousand pot heads. God made clear in Genesis 1:29 that "all" plants bearing seed were for our use. The Declaration of Independence makes clear we have rights given by our creator.  In Genesis 1:31 God said he had finished creation and it was good. He definitely knew the potential for misuse. It must not have bothered him. Alcohol is a far bigger problem for mankind but Jesus turned water into wine. So was Jesus wrong. Our priorities are a little messed up.

     So what is the solution?  God gave clear directions about the price of taking a life. He did not hedge, he made it clear in Genesis 9:5-6
           I created humans to be like me, and I will punish any animal or person that takes a human life. If an animal kills someone, that animal must die. And if a person takes the life of another, that person must be put to death.

     The laws I am recommending are what God commanded and will go a long way to fixing the problems in America. The problem in America is not guns. It is a lack of the respect for the sanctity of life. A lack of respect reflected in the abortion industry, another crime that God recommends capital punishment for. There are several more offenses that God recommends capital punishment for. If all the laws were enforced it would probably reduce our population by over fifty percent. My goal however is not to kill people but to make sure that the right to life is held sacred as God proposed it. Many of the crimes are moral and can be debated. The taking of a life which is God given is a crime against God. Therefore what God says is just, and is not excessive. Not enforcing what God says is a crime against mankind is a lack of responsibility. The removal from society is not excessive, but an obligation for the safety of the rest of mankind. If someone sticks a gun in your face and threatens to blow your brains out would you want him roaming the streets.                                                                                                                           

     The Declaration of Independence says we have a God given right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. Therefore anyone taking away those rights should answer to God and the punishment he commands. That being said, when I look at the crime in America it is easy to see that the main cause of most of our crimes is a lack of respect for the sanctity of life. Our government has created an environment that promotes the problems facing America today. The government has created a society that does not promote self- sufficiency.  What we have instead is a valueless dependent class. One that has no respect for law and order, but are a law onto themselves.

      Many I have talked to say my recommendations will never stand a chance. Well America is at a point that this is the only hope of saving our nation. If it is not done it will lead to the only other alternative mentioned in the Declaration of Independence and that is the overthrow of the government and rebuilding of our country. With almost as many guns as people in this country, the thought of revolution is not a choice I care to see America make.

                                 The Right to Bear Arms

     The right to bear arms is a birth right of the American people. In the movie the Patriot when his home is burnt by the British, he runs into the burning home and saves his guns. He had four sons and he had guns for each of them.  It made an interesting point as they had been taught how to use them at a very young age.

   Over the last two hundred years guns have evolved.  The Constitution was made to be adjusted over time.  It is time for the Amendment to be amended to reflect the world we live in now.  There are definitely two classes of guns and they should be clearly defined. The original weapons will still do what they were intended for. They will still provide for our security.  This category I call Constitutional Weapons.  In this day and age there is need for a second class of weapons.  Just for the record the majority of all capital crimes are committed with what I call Constitutional weapons. Revolver pistols would be exempt from license as Constitutional Weapons and would be exempt from taxation. Semiautomatics however fall into the category of Recreational weapons.
 
                           Weapons need to be put into two categories.

     Constitutional Weapons, in this category would be muzzle loaders, like the ones that were used to gain our freedom from Great Britain. It would also include shotguns, breach action guns, pump shotguns, lever action guns, revolvers and any other weapon that requires a break in firing between rounds. Most of the deaths in America happen from these kinds of guns, mass shootings happen with guns in the next category.

      Recreational Weapons, in this category are all weapons that can be fired continuously by simply pulling the trigger. All recreational weapons would be licensed and taxed annually just like cars. If I have to license my recreational canoe, gun owners should be forced to do likewise. There will be no licenses, limitation, or fees placed on Constitutional weapons.

    The nonregistration of Constitutional weapons means they are not in a database and no one can go on a computer and see how many weapons you have. Some of the single shot Constitutional weapons are accurate at two miles away. The skill of the marksman will accomplish as much or more than filling the air with bullets. This does not control or take away gun rights. The Federal government has already done that in banning the ownership of certain types of weapons, like machine guns. Licensing guns is not unfair, the government already licenses cars, boats, planes and many other things. In Indiana even horse and buggies are not exempt from the requirement, the Amish have to plate their vehicles.

     This may not solve the gun problem but it will make those who have the weapons responsible for paying the fees that help finance the programs to fix America.  The fees can be used to create a better system of controls, background checks, mental evaluations, security systems in our schools.

   This is my view on the matter my view is to buy a gun you must show proof of citizenship. Gun ownership is guaranteed to Americans. If you are not a citizen you have no right to a gun by my opinion, but that is my view on the matter




                          Laws to Fix the Problem

Law #1 Commission of a crime with a gun will result in a Federal Felony Conviction and no less than ten years in prison. The punishment is for having a gun during the commission of a crime. The issue is not whether the person used weapon but that they had it in their possession.

Law #2 Use of a weapon causing bodily injury will result in a minimum sentence of forty years to life.  If a life is taken it will result in a life sentence without parole. There will be no plea bargains allowed.  This is a just law. It is not cruel and unusual punishment. Releasing a known predator back into society, would be cruel and unusual.

The right to self-defense and protecting one’s life, family and property may make exceptions to the mandatory penalty, but only from provable self-defense.

These sentences are not unfair. It should not be a problem as killing people and robbery are not the intent of honest gun owners. In England police officers do not even carry guns. Their view is that they are to serve the public, not to suppress the public. England averages about 40- 60 gun deaths per year, which are mostly suicides.  In 2014 the number of gun deaths in Japan was six. Seems to me we have a problem with a lack of respect for life in America.



    Once the public sees that this is the law and it starts being enforced I assure you the crime rate will drop.  The multiple offenders will not be released to prey on society. They will be removed from society. When people understand that picking up a gun requires one to be responsible for ones actions and that the misuse of a weapon will cost them dearly, attitudes will change. A respect for life is the only cure for the problem America is facing. A lack of moral values is the source of the problem.

Thursday, February 15, 2018

Providence or Coincidence


                      Providence or Coincidence


     Sometimes life throws us curve balls we don’t plan on. I have been dead twice already, but that was fourteen years ago. As you will read later in this post, I think I will be here for the rapture, but it better get here pretty quick. I am receiving Agent Orange Compensation for my heart condition, also was diagnosed with congestive heart failure.  My mobility has really gone downhill the last three years.  It has reached the point I use the electric carts at Walmart.  I remember thinking those people need to get up and exercise, but now I realize that is not always possible.
      My daughter tells me I need to exercise and I tell her if it was that simple the government would not be giving me the money they are. My answer to those people now is, “ You know how you feel when you want to do that one extra rep and it is just not there, Well that is the way I feel as soon as I standup.  At seventy plus years old I have several other problems also. Obesity is a big part of it. In the past right before my heart attack I lost 90 pounds, but now not being able to exercise it is a lot harder.  I need to try though as part of the “vision” I had requires me to be walking.  So if I am going to be here for the rapture it needs to be getting here.  My walking is up to a mile at a time now. I have to use my walker with a seat to get it done, but I am walking. With this virus and as susceptable as I am with several respiratory issues I won't survive it if exposed.

    In the course of writing this I learned something else I had never noticed before. You will see why I find April Fool’s Day significant when you read the story, but I just learned some more trivia on the matter. Well Easter and April Fool’s Day are on the same day this year.  Checking Google to see how often that happens, it seems the last time was in 1956, which is a bit ironic. I have a brother who is 10 years younger than me and born in December 1956. That means, counting back nine months he was conceived around Easter1956. It sure surprised my parents, as they were told my Mom could have no more children after I was born.  I almost killed my Mom kicking my way out. The irony in it is that I find Easter and April Fool’s Day have been significant in my life more than once and at seventy plus years of age I just realized that.


                                               A Vision?

       In January, 1967, I went to bed, and, best as I can remember, everything was normal.  I had not been drinking nor doing drugs. I did at that point drink sometimes, but I had never tried drugs other than those prescribed by a doctor.  The next thing I knew, I was standing at the window of my room in the barracks looking out.  The window was open, and it was a nice spring like night.  As I looked, I saw two people walking down the street across from the barracks.  All of sudden, I realized one of the two people was me. I was telling the person with me about the Bible and the coming of the Lord.

      It was or seemed like a spring like night. One thing I noticed was that I had this peace about me. It was a peace that surpassed all understanding.  It was a peace to the core of my being.   Believe me, that was not the state of my life at that moment in time.  The next thing I knew, the heavens parted and I saw Christ coming forth on a white horse, with an Army in white, and a golden staircase preceded him. Trumpets blared, and the earth shook, and people started running in all directions and screaming.  Again I noticed that peace about me. All of a sudden, it was over.

        The next thing I knew, I was standing at the window and looking out. However, it was not a spring like night.  It was blowing snow and freezing cold, and about six inches or more of snow was on the ground.  I stood there a couple of minutes kind of dumbfounded by my experience. I looked around the room. The light was on.  It was a four man room, but all my roommates were gone.  It was very late. I closed the window and watched as a couple of cars passed by.  Slowly, I went back to my bed, turning the light off on the way.
  
      I laid there and tried to absorb what I had just experienced.  It was some time later when one of my roommates came in.  That was a relief.  It was not the rapture, and I had not been left behind.  I remember his asking if I was okay.  I said yes, but wondered if my voice betrayed my concern. He never mentioned it again.  Sleep was hard coming, but sometime later it overtook me.

        The next day I talked to Allan who lived in the next room.  That was his last name, at least I think it was, and I do not remember his first.  After all, it was forty plus years in January.  That is not an excuse, because I can close my eyes and replay that moment almost as vividly as the moment it happened.  It had not been my custom to talk to Allan; in fact, he was almost a social leper. He was a born again, Bible thumping Christian.  In the course of the day, I managed to get alone with Allan and discuss my “experience” with him.  He seemed to tolerate me.  While I had not played any of the tricks on him that the others had, I had not shown any sympathy or compassion either.  His main advice was to pray on the matter.

        While I did not do much praying, I did consult a Bible.  My success was limited to a verse a member of our church had written in the Bible before giving it to me on my return from Bible camp. It was Proverbs, chapter three, and verses five and six.  Since that day, they have become my life verses.  The fact I still had that Bible was a miracle in itself.  At that moment in time, it was my Rock of Gibraltar. It was all I had to cling to.  It was the needle that led me out of the haystack of confusion, although it was some time before I truly even grasped its significance.

      Slowly, I came to the conclusion that the Rapture was going to be in the spring.  So I came up with my plan.  Like Jonah, I ran.  I volunteered for Vietnam.  In my peanut brain and higher logic, I expected God to put everything on hold while I went to Vietnam. Spring came and went, and I was still in Germany.  Finally, in May, I got my orders for Vietnam and had to wait till the 20th of June, 1967 to leave.  In my job as a parachute rigger, I thought I was going to go straight to Israel instead. God was playing a trump card and sending me straight to Armageddon. Let me say that Israel was going to have backup if they needed it. The Israeli Six Day War came and went though, and off I went to Vietnam, with a short stay at home in the states.

       After forty-five days at home, it was time to go on to Vietnam and my appointment with destiny.  My year in Vietnam was a strange one to say the least.  It turned out to be more of a Jonah experience than I realized.  The units I was assigned to were over- staffed.  Upon arriving at the 101st Airborne in Phan Rang, I spent ninety days guarding water pumps for the Air Force.  After that, I returned to my unit, only to be transferred to Cam Ranh Bay.   Shortly after arriving there, it was my privilege to again be sent on temporary duty.  I managed to survive three months of driving convoys up and down the coast on Highway One.  Little did I know that this would open a door later in my life . Finally, when the Tet Offensive started in February of l968, it was my chance to perform in the field the Army had trained me for at great expense.  Many units were cut off and completely surrounded, our job became vital. We were returned to our home units.  Supply by sky, or by parachute specifically, became the sole means of getting supplies and equipment to many units. It was around the clock work for almost sixty days.

      Finally, my time in Vietnam came to an end.  When I had volunteered for Vietnam, it was really to get back to the states a little quicker.  At this point, I need to give a little background as to how I got to Germany the first time.  I had reenlisted to go to France, and upon getting there in September of 1966, my dream got cut short.  French President De Gaulle told the Americans to leave.  You know who left with the advance party.  Not being impressed with Germany helped me make my decision to volunteer for Vietnam.  The vision or dream I had also helped encourage me to leave. Otherwise I would have spent three years in Germany and then my last year in the States.  However, by going to Vietnam, I would get back to the States almost two years earlier and finish my time there.

      It almost worked.  I did go back to the States after leaving Vietnam, and spent almost eight months in a heavenly place known as Fort Bragg, North Carolina.  It was not Germany, and it definitely was not Vietnam, so for the time being I was happy.   At least till February of 1969, when I got orders to go back to Germany.  It was funny how Germany no longer seemed like such a bad deal.  After all, I was not going back to the same unit I had left.  At the time, there were only two company size units with my job specialty in Europe. At least I was not going back to Idar.

      As they say, God works in mysterious ways His wonders to perform.  My time flew by, and I took my short leave and off to Germany I went. Arriving at the airport of Rhine-Main in Germany, I got off the plane still in a fairly exuberant mood. The Rapture had not happened, and I was back in Germany, but not where I was before. As I exited the terminal a young specialist walked up to me.  He asked my name.  He was there to pick me up.  Well, first, they do not send a jeep to pick up a specialist, and secondly, he was not wearing an Eighth Division patch.  He was wearing the patch of the unit I had left almost two years before. In short order, I explained these minute details to him.

       He smiled and handed me my “new orders” explaining I had been transferred en route back to my old unit.  My cheeriness of moments before was gone.   Getting my bags and the almost three hour drive back to my unit was all a blur, and truly hardly any of it is remembered.  My conversation was mechanical, as I was lost in deep thought all the way.  How could this be, I kept asking myself.  Finally, we arrived, and I came out of my stupor.  There were a lot of smiling faces, a lot of back slapping and shaking hands.  The job field I was in was small.  After just four years in the Army, I had served with and went to school with many of the soldiers greeting me.  Also, as I said, it was a three- year tour, and I had only been gone two years. So some of the faces were familiar from when I had left.

       It was almost surreal as I came “home” the conquering hero.  They carried my bags in and took me to the First Sergeant and introduced me.  He shook hands and welcomed me to the unit.  Then he explained he would get someone to take me to my room.  I remember telling him that would not be necessary as I knew where I was going.  He explained that was impossible as he had not even told the clerk where he was putting me yet.  I smiled and looked at him, and by this time I knew where this journey would end.  I had literally gone clear around the world and was back in the same Company, in the same barracks, on the same floor and in the same room.  I explained to him my room was the second from the end on the right.   He looked at me puzzled.  I just smiled back and left with my entourage.

     As I reached the room, I opened the door and looked in. The bed on the right was taken the two by the windows were also taken.  Finally, I looked behind the door and sure enough the bed and wall locker were empty.  I had gone all the ways around the world to come back to the very same bed and wall locker I had left almost two years before. However it hit me that God does have a sense of humor.  The day I arrived was April 1 1969.  At that point, I became a little overwhelmed by it all.  I asked all the people to give me a few minutes alone.  I sat down on the bunk and leaned back against the wall.

       Many might dismiss all this as coincidence, but I felt God had actually showed me the reality of his Being.  As I sat, there I told God, “I do not know what all this is about. I will not be a hypocrite and get down on the floor and plead and beg. But I know now you are real and there is a meaning and a purpose to all this. I intend to continue on with my life, and, when it is time, you give me direction.  I will do whatever it is you want me to do. I do not know what it is, but I will do it.  My life is in your hands; do with me as you please.  When you call I pray, I have the wisdom to answer.  The call came in April of the year 1984.  At least the call to start turning my life around and get some direction to it seemed pretty clear at that point.

      That moment is also etched in my mind and was a moving experience.  However, this whole thing is not about me. It is about knowing God and His Word and having the faith to live by that Word.  In the course of this testimony, I left out a lot of the details, because, while they are important to me, they are not what this is all about.  It is about a revelation I have had over the years in my time in the Word of God.  There is nothing new here that has not been there all the time.  It is just looking at it all from a different perspective and saying why is this here?  What does it actually mean?

       To me, it means if we are willing to get into and truly search his Word, the answers are there.  The whole plan is laid out for us to see.  We just need to open our eyes.  The stories are not for entertainment, but for enlightenment.  All I am about write and explain came from asking God to answer one simple question.  He has been over twenty years answering it.  The answer gets more and more detailed as time goes on.

       Many years ago, when I first started walking the way the Lord wanted me to walk, at least I felt it was the way he wanted me to walk, many things troubled my mind.  Some things I could not grasp. Had I any clue how detailed the answer would be I might have tried to change my profession, had I felt called in that way.  To this day I have not felt called, just blessed.  At least that was the way it was till I started this project.  This has become a consuming fire.  Often I wonder if I have waited too long or put it off too long, but I do not feel that is the case. There is a purpose to all that God does, and, after, all this time I know He would have put a boot under me or sent the message to another.  Only time will tell, but it is my belief I will be here for the rapture.  Sooner or later “it will happen.”  My belief is that we are closer to sooner than we are to later.  My recurring question is, will I know that person I was walking with in my vision when I meet him?

     There is a certain irony about all of this. At the time I had my heart attack I had that peace about me. Over the last fourteen years it has been a struggle, but I have finally returned to that point in life. The last fourteen years have allowed me to share my experiences with others.  Hopefully inspiring them to trust and follow God. The Lord has prepared my path and I am ready to follow it wherever it leads me. Having lived my life in Gabbatha,  You will find that in John 19:13 and it is only used one time in the Bible, it means the pavement, which means the place of judgment.  We will be judged by how we have walked our lives.