Sunday, December 23, 2012
12 Year Old Girl Home Alone Defends Herself And Shoots Robber
I posted the story before, but just saw the video.
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A FNC comment posted in a Forbes gun hit piece
Via Richard
In a dream last night, my father, dead since 1997, was scraping the NRA sticker off the back window of his SUV.
My father loved his country and was immensely proud of his service in the United States Marine Corps. All of his brothers served in a branch of the US armed forces and, at one time or another, taught my cousins and I to safely fire rifles and pistols. In my freshman phys ed class at the Philadelphia College of Pharmacy and Science, we were required to learn to shoot a rifle for target shooting purposes (although I think planting the seed of arming future inner-city pharmacists was an ulterior motive).
I loved fishing with my dad and extended family but the deer hunting genes stayed hypermethylated in my case. I even think my mother tolerated my dad’s annual hunting habit until he hung a dead buck from our backyard swing set before he could bring it to be butchered.
I had many sociopolitical disagreements I had with my father, such as when HIV/AIDS activists were protesting drug access & prices outside of nearby Roche and he said that they brought the disease on themselves. But his love of war stories, rifles, and shotguns never extended into the realm of automatic or semi-automatic weapons. *My cousins can correct me if I’m wrong but our uncles never saw fit to have firearms other than those that fired a single shot at a time.
*I didn't know your uncles, but can guarantee you are wrong, dorkhead. Please stick to your supposed expertise.
They can kiss my ruddy, red rectum.
My father loved his country and was immensely proud of his service in the United States Marine Corps. All of his brothers served in a branch of the US armed forces and, at one time or another, taught my cousins and I to safely fire rifles and pistols. In my freshman phys ed class at the Philadelphia College of Pharmacy and Science, we were required to learn to shoot a rifle for target shooting purposes (although I think planting the seed of arming future inner-city pharmacists was an ulterior motive).
I loved fishing with my dad and extended family but the deer hunting genes stayed hypermethylated in my case. I even think my mother tolerated my dad’s annual hunting habit until he hung a dead buck from our backyard swing set before he could bring it to be butchered.
I had many sociopolitical disagreements I had with my father, such as when HIV/AIDS activists were protesting drug access & prices outside of nearby Roche and he said that they brought the disease on themselves. But his love of war stories, rifles, and shotguns never extended into the realm of automatic or semi-automatic weapons. *My cousins can correct me if I’m wrong but our uncles never saw fit to have firearms other than those that fired a single shot at a time.
More @ Forbes
*I didn't know your uncles, but can guarantee you are wrong, dorkhead. Please stick to your supposed expertise.
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Director
of Science Communications at the Nature Research Center of the North
Carolina Museum of Natural Sciences and Adjunct Associate Professor of
English at the North Carolina State University College of Humanities and
Social Science (CHASS) where I teach science writing and reporting in
the MS in Technical Communication program.
Three WBTS Christmas Stories
The North Carolina War Between the States Sesquicentennial Commission
“Christmas in Wartime -- 1861-1865”
Black Santa's Save Christmas in 1864
"It
was a grim hour for all of the South when William Tecumseh Sherman
(was) marching relentlessly through Georgia...(and) A young mother has
caught much of the pathos of the hour in several brief entries in her
diary. Dolly Sumner Lunt, from Maine, married a planter who lived near
Covington, Georgia. Three years before the start of the war her husband
died, and as Mrs. Thomas Burge, Dolly continued on the estate with her
daughter "Sadai" Sarah. The Burges were still there when Sherman's men
passed, and many of the plantation Negroes, afraid of the soldiers,
slipped into the house to be with their mistress.
On
Christmas Eve, Mrs. Burge described her preparations for a bleak meal,
her attempts to provide the plainest of presents for her remaining
servants. "Now how changed!" she wrote, "No confectionery, cakes or pies
can I have. We are all sad...Christmas Eve, which has ever been gaily
celebrated here, which has witnessed the popping of firecrackers and the
hanging up of stockings, is an occasion now of sadness and gloom."
Worse, she had nothing to put in her Sadai's stocking, "which hangs so
inviting for Santa Claus."
On
Christmas night Mrs. Burge penned a sorrowful afternote: "Sadai jumped
out of bed very early this morning to feel in her stocking. She could
not believe but that there would be something in it. Finding nothing,
she crept back into bed, pulled the cover over her face, and I soon
heard her sobbing." A moment later the young Negroes had run in:
"Christmas gift, Mist'ess! Christmas gift, Mist'ess!" Mrs. Burge drew
the over her own face and wept beside her daughter.
The
next year, Christmas came more happily to the Burge plantation. On
December 24 (1865) the mother gave thanks to God for His goodness "in
preserving my life and so much of my property." And on Christmas Day she
added:
"Sadai
woke very early and crept out of bed to her stocking. Seeing it
well-filled, she soon had a light and eight little Negroes around her,
gazing upon the treasures. Everything opened that could be divided was
shared with them. "Tis the last Christmas, probably, that we shall be
together, freedmen! Now you will, I trust, have your own homes and be
joyful under your own vine and fig tree."
Christmas After Fredericksburg, 1862
“After
the battle of Fredericksburg [December 11-15, 1862] the fine weather,
clear, cold and bracing, which we had been having, changed into a real
Virginia winter with a good deal of the Northern thrown in. It snowed,
froze, thawed and rained by turns, with here and there bright days. All
military operations were brought to a close, and both armies went into
winter quarters. The latter part of December was fearful; a long rain
followed the battle , then a hard, bitter freeze came. So intense was
the cold that the men did nothing but cower over the fire piled high
with wood night and day….the earth was frozen as hard as granite; the
streams were solid: Ice King held all nature in a relentless grasp.
The
Christmas of 1862 was cheerless indeed; the weather was frightful, and a
heavy snowstorm covered everything a foot deep. Each soldier attempted
to get a dinner in honor of the day, and those to whom boxes had been
sent succeeded to a most respectable degree, but those unfortunates
whose homes were outside the lines had nothing whatever delectable
partaking of the nature of Christmas. Well! It would have puzzled
[anyone] to furnish a holiday dinner out of a pound of fat pork, six
crackers, and a quarter of a pound of dried apples. We all had apple
dumplings that day, which with sorghum molasses were not to be despised.
Some
of the men became decidedly hilarious, and then again some did not; not
because they had joined the temperance society nor because they were
opposed to the use of intoxicating liquors, but because not a soul
invited them to step up and partake. One mess in the Seventeenth
[Regiment] did not get so much as a smell during the whole of the
holidays; and a dry, dismal old time it proved.
We
read in the Richmond papers of the thousands and thousands of boxes
that had been passed en route to the army, sent by the ladies of
Richmond and other cities, but few found their way to us. The greater
part of them were for the troops from the far South who were too distant
from their homes to receive anything from their own families. The
Virginians were supposed to have been cared for by their own relatives
and friends; but some of them were not, as we all know.”
Christmas Letter to Lee’s Daughter
Coosawatchie, South Carolina, December 25, 1861
“My Dear Daughter,
Having
distributed such poor Christmas gifts as I had to those around me, I
have been looking for something for you. Trifles even are hard to get in
these war times, and you must not therefore expect more. I have sent
you what I thought most useful in your separation from me and hope it
will be of some service.
Though
stigmatized as “vile dross,” it has never been a drug with me. That you
may never want for it, restrict your wants to your necessities. Yet how
little it will purchase! But see how God provides for our pleasure in
every way. To compensate for such “trash,” I send you some sweet violets
that I gathered for you this morning while covered with dense white
frost, whose crystals glittered in the bright sun like diamonds, and
formed a brooch of great beauty and sweetness which could not be
fabricated by the expenditure of a world of money.
May
God guard and preserve you for me, my dear daughter! Among the
calamities of war, the hardest to bear, perhaps, is the separation of
families and friends. Yet all must be endured to accomplish our
independence and maintain our self-government. In my absence from you I
have thought of you very often and regretted I could do nothing for your
comfort. Your old home, if not destroyed by our enemies, has been so
desecrated that I cannot bear to think of it. I should have preferred it
to have been wiped from the earth, its beautiful hill sunk, and its
sacred trees buried rather than to have been degraded by the presence of
those who revel in the ill they do for their own selfish purposes.
I
pray for a better spirit and that the hearts of our enemies may be
changed. In your homeless condition I hope you make yourself contented
and useful. Occupy yourself in aiding those more helpless than yourself.
Think always of your father. R.E. Lee.”
Charles K. Prioleau
VERBATIM
 For some inexplicable reason, Charles Kuhn Prioleau was until quite recently, one of the lesser known figures of the American Civil War. Now however, thanks to research by dedicated historians, the full extent of Prioleau's importance is finally being recognised. Born on 15 April 1827 in Charleston, SC, he is best remembered as a Senior Partner of Fraser, Trenholm & Co., Liverpool, England. Known to all as the 'Friend of the Confederacy', Charles was one of the main financiers of Confederate blockade-runners during the Civil War.
The fourth of five children of a prominent Charleston,
SC, Judge, Charles Kuhn Prioleau was described as "the best looking of the family - had a
round face, good complexion, good blue eyes, and he grew to be of medium
height..." He served with distinction with the US Army in the Mexican War and in 1854 aged
27, moved to Liverpool, England as Managing Partner of the shipping and
trading company Fraser, Trenholm. He was naturalized in England in 1863 at the
start of the Civil War. As a Fraser, Trenholm, partner, he was entitled to 5%
of profits and ran a profitable trading business, importing cotton and
exporting English goods to the Southern states.
During the Civil War conflict, Prioleau served as unofficial banker to
the Confederate States Government in England. The Confederacy deposited funds
with his company and the firm financed the purchase of ships, arms, ammunition
and other goods for the Southern war effort. Working with Confederate Navy
purchasing agents, the firm also helped acquire and outfit some sixty five ships which were subsequently
engaged in blockade running and disrupting Northern shipping.
Early in the War, he took an option on ten, large
steel-hulled East Indiamen available for the bargain price of two million pounds sterling
in London. His proposal to Gen. Beauregard, the Charleston Area Commander, and
the Confederate government in Richmond, VA, to use these to blockade Boston and
therefore possibly win the War was never accepted.
At one point, Charles Prioleau bought a modern rifled cannon which he sent to Gen.
Beauregard to be used in Charleston against Fort Sumter in the first days of
the war. This rifled cannon, the Galena Blakely, was bought from George
Forrester & Co in Vauxhall and shipped to Charleston. It was first used in action on 12 Apr
1861 to fire on Fort Sumter.
In 1866, he represented Charleston's St. Michael's
Episcopal Church in Liverpool by having the eight old church bells re-cast and
shipped from Liverpool to Charleston. They had been sent to Columbia to avoid
the shelling of Charleston but had been melted by the heat from the Sherman’s burning
of Columbia. The bells arrived in Charleston in Feb 1867, were hung in the
steeple and are used to this day.
On 18 Oct 1864, the Prioleaus' organized 'The Grand
Southern Bazaar' in Liverpool's St. George Hall. Most of the Liverpool
gentry, sympathetic to the South attended - and the event raised £22,000
for the Confederate wounded over the five days of the event.
After the war was lost, Fraser, Trenholm was owed
170,000 pounds by the defunct Confederacy and had to declare bankruptcy in May
1867. Following this, Charles Prioleau was involved in several litigations both as a
plaintiff and defendant.
Around
1870, Prioleau moved from Liverpool to 47 Queen's Gate
Gardens, Kensington, London, and formed Prioleau & Co., a banking
house.
Later, he moved his family to Bruges, Belgium, where Charles conducted a
banking
business. Sadly his health deteriorated and he was forced to return to
London where, on 3 August 1887 at the age of 60 he died at Brown's
Hotel, London. Charles was buried in August 1887 in Kensal Green
Cemetery, London, England. The grave of a man who bankrolled the
Confederate side in the American civil
war, and ended up costing the British government £3.3m in compensation
to the
victorious north, was largely forgotten until rediscovered in a patch of
brambles in the mid 1980's.
Charles Kuhn
PRIOLEAU and Mary Elizabeth WRIGHT were married on 3 May 1860 in
Walton-on-the-Hill Church, near Liverpool, England. Mary Elizabeth WRIGHT,
daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Richard WRIGHT, was born in 1840 in New Brunswick. She
died in 1897 at the age of 57 in Sainte Croix, Bayonne. She was buried in
France. Before marriage, she lived with her parents at 'Elleslie', Breeze Hill,
Liverpool, and was the acknowledged "Belle of Liverpool". Later, she
and Charles lived at the baronial Allerton Hall in Liverpool and the house they
built at 19 Abercromby Square in Liverpool. During the Civil war, she organized
"The Grand Southern Bazaar" in St. George Hall, Liverpool, which
raised over £20,000 for American Southern wounded. After her husband's
death, she moved to Biarritz, France.
Charles Kuhn PRIOLEAU and Mary Elizabeth WRIGHT had the
following children:
Lynch
Hamilton PRIOLEAU, born 1861, England; married Frances MORRIS, 1894,
London, England.
Charles
Arthur PRIOLEAU, born Jan 1862, Liverpool, England; married Violet
BRADSHAW, 1895; died 1912, Kingston Lisle, England.
Richard
PRIOLEAU, born 1865, England; married Elise GURDON.
Major
Louis St. Julien PRIOLEAU, born 1869, England; married Alexina WOMBWELL.
Margaret
"May" PRIOLEAU was born about 1872. She died about 1960 at the
age of 88. She lived at the Hermitage, Ilminster, Somerset, England.
George
Trenholm PRIOLEAU was born about 1874.
John
"Jack" PRIOLEAU was born in 1882 in England. He died during the
War about 1945 at the age of 63. He was buried in Cheltenham, England. Alexina
Saunders-Davies recalls him as "Uncle Jack", a favorite of hers and
her mothers. He had been Motoring Correspondent of the London Times in the late
1920s. In 1922, he made an epic journey from England across France, Italy and
Morocco in a Bull-Nosed Morris called "Imshi" (Arabic for "Get
out of the way, fast") and wrote a book "The Adventures of
Imshi". A charming and vital person, he married in his 60s and moved to
Jersey in the Channel islands.
Kindly submitted by H. Frost Prioleau, Hon. Member 290 Foundation
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The March To Liberty
It has been proposed that a march take place, where law-abiding citizens march, armed, toward some destination and following the laws of the state therein on open carry or concealed carry. I suggest that the march, lets call it a March To Liberty, be a coordinated march to individual state capitols and a final gathering close to DC on a subsequent weekend highly publicized at each march on each state capitol.
The federal government has no right to restrict gun ownership as gun ownership is a right of the people through which to oppose tryanny and oppression. It is the ultimate in irony that the government officials intend to prove their fidelity to law by violating the most serious and sobering law of them all, the law, the right, that allows a free people to engage their abusive and oppressive government with weapons of war.
Governor Cuomo of New York stated clearly that he considers a confiscation of weapons, or a mandatory buy-back program a just response to the Sandy Hook killings. That is a Marxists and wholly un-American mindset on display and the arrogance of this would-be dictator of New York to suggest such a thing in America shows a disconnect from the ideals of a republic where the people, the citizens, are supreme. Cuomo's declaration is much more worthy of Ceasar than Madison.
The re-election of Barack Obama has given legitimacy to the idea that the many may oppress and bankrupt the few for the delights of the crown. Our once great republic of responsible liberty has turned into a madhouse of organized larceny.
I suggest, therefore that any march either begin, or end in New York or DC and to hell with their laws.
--T.L. Davis
The federal government has no right to restrict gun ownership as gun ownership is a right of the people through which to oppose tryanny and oppression. It is the ultimate in irony that the government officials intend to prove their fidelity to law by violating the most serious and sobering law of them all, the law, the right, that allows a free people to engage their abusive and oppressive government with weapons of war.
Governor Cuomo of New York stated clearly that he considers a confiscation of weapons, or a mandatory buy-back program a just response to the Sandy Hook killings. That is a Marxists and wholly un-American mindset on display and the arrogance of this would-be dictator of New York to suggest such a thing in America shows a disconnect from the ideals of a republic where the people, the citizens, are supreme. Cuomo's declaration is much more worthy of Ceasar than Madison.
The re-election of Barack Obama has given legitimacy to the idea that the many may oppress and bankrupt the few for the delights of the crown. Our once great republic of responsible liberty has turned into a madhouse of organized larceny.
I suggest, therefore that any march either begin, or end in New York or DC and to hell with their laws.
--T.L. Davis
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North Carolina’s Prescient Nathaniel Macon on the Best Safeguard to Public Liberty and Justice
US 158 at Vaughan,Warren County
Buck Springs, February 9, 1833
“Sir: I have received your letter of the 24th
ulto. There can be no doubt that the United States are in a deplorable
situation, and that the publication of the opinion you desire would be
useless. My opinion has never been a secret,
and I have always stated it to those who wanted to know it.
In
the year 1824, the Constitution was buried. The Senators who were then
present will, it is believed, recollect the fact, and was never
afterward quoted by me while I continued in the Senate. The opinions of
General Washington, Mr. Jefferson and Governor Clinton were known but
not respected.
I
never believed that a State could nullify and remain in the Union, but
always believed that a State could secede when she pleased, provided she
would pay her proportion of the public debt. This right I have
considered the best guard to public liberty and the public justice that
could be desired, and it ought to have prevented what is now felt in the
South – oppression.
A
government of opinion established by sovereign States cannot be
maintained by force. The use of force makes enemies, and enemies cannot
live in peace.”
--Nathaniel Macon
--Nathaniel Macon
The mad numerologists of gun-control
VERBATIM
The push to restrict magazine capacity focuses on the apparently magic number "ten". Reduce Americans to ten-round magazines and no more mass murder, they claim. Let's look at where this leads.
The first military rifle designed for high-velocity smokeless ammunition, the 1886 Lebel, held eight rounds in the magazine. So did the first rifle with detachable box magazine, the 1888 Lee-Metford. As did the "finest battle implement ever designed", the US M1 Garand. Nobody can claim that these aren't suitable for bloody mayhem in the wrong hands, so could we claim that fewer than 8 should be the limit.
That brings us to six rounds. The Italian WW2 Carcano (including that which was used to shoot JFK), the superb Swiss Schmidt-Rubin, the American M1917 and many Mannlicher bolt actions held six. Too many still?
Five, do I hear five? That would be the capacity of Mauser, Springfield, Mosin, P1914, MAS38, Arisaka, Krag, Winchester 1895 and many other guns that were front-line military weapons until the 1950s.
Four? No, that would give us certain Winchester and Remington sniper rifles in common military use since the Vietnam War. No anti-gun legislator would admit sniper rifles suitable for civilian ownership. The substantial similarity of a deer hunting rifle to the military sniper rifle is purely coincidental, of course.
Maybe three would be the magic number? French Berthier infantry rifle with a three-shot magazine was widely used through WW1. So the real number would probably be two. At which point anit-gun propaganda would harp on the similarity to double-barreled dangerous game guns and the few remaining gun owners would end up with single-shot low-power guns grudgingly permitted after much red tape ... until the next confiscation. It's a lot easier, you see, to go after people reduced to pre-1850s defensive technology. Not that the gun-banners would go after us in person - even a musket or a pike in steady hands scare them - but they would send their uniformed thugs with modern guns. That scenario played out in Soviet Russia, in Communist China and more recently in Venezuela. Once the gap of arms between the government and the people is great enough, such minor matters as civil rights cease to matter much to the rulers.
The mostly disarmed British subjects may still possess a few guns of limited specifications, but they lost the right to use those for self-defense. Storage, transport and other uses are so severely restricted as to make the remaining arms of minimal use. That's the end game for the American gun banners - but they won't live to win it. Their demented numerological plots matter less than the million defensive rifles sold this week. Those gun purchases are the true vote - with money, personal time and effort - that will override the hateful propaganda broadcasts and the squawking in the bully pulpits of the legislative sessions.
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