Friday, May 26, 2017

Chapter Two to the Story Started From The Previous Post.

https://wearethenewbarbarians.blogspot.com/2015/09/chapter-two-of-little-still-untitled.html

Chapter Two of the Little Still Untitled Fiction Story

Chapter 2

     When I returned to the table, my father was sitting down looking at the old picture of his family. It was faded, creased, and worn. A corner had been torn off. His hands were folded together in prayer, his lips moving but no sound came from them. When he was done, he crossed himself and saw me standing there.

      "Em, come sit."

     I rooted for a moment. Did I really dare dig into my father's worst memories? Still, I moved forward and set up the recorder and microphone. I inserted a blank cassette, closed it, and pressed the play and record buttons. The tape wheels began to turn. I consulted my list of questions and spoke into the microphone, "Interview 256. Date is June 4th, 2045."

     My father cleared his throat and then began to speak. "My name is Theodore McBride. I was born on September 4th, 2002 in Branson, Missouri. I am 42 years old.
I have or had a father and mother, Lee and Dianne McBride, and three brothers and one sister. Linder, Ruth, Donald, and Joseph. Donald and Joseph were younger than me. I do not know if any of them are still alive today."

Another Repost of a Fictional Story I Wrote 2 Years Ago.

https://wearethenewbarbarians.blogspot.com/2015/08/a-little-still-untitled-fiction-i-wrote.html

A Little Still Untitled Fiction I Wrote Earlier This Year. Chapter One.

Chapter I

     "It came hurtling out of the blackness of space until it smashed into the atmosphere of the third planet from Sol. Only a few other recorded natural disasters marked close in it's destruction. The CA-CRV-5 asteroid impacted into the vast empty expanses of eastern Russia. Large enough to hold its mass together as it burned its way through the dense air, it was the size of the old Twin Towers of New York City before they fell on September 11, 2001.

     Around the world seismograph needles jumped and danced as the earth literally rang like a harshly struck bell. It would be over a decade before the first organized expedition set off the find the crater. The astronauts and cosmonauts stationed on the ISS in low earth orbit were able to film the impact and the after effects. Their bravery and sacrifice helped the shattered remnants of their governments move survivors towards areas where survival would be more achievable." Excerpt from "Rang Like A Bell: A Survivors' Memoir of the CA-CRV-5 Asteroid Impact, by C. Thomas Unger, Published 2056

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     My father never talked much of the early years after "the Day." The more I find out, the less I blame him. Civilization, most of it, collapsed with days of the impact. Whole regions, inflamed by fear, panic, and looking for some one to blame, ignited into a frenzy of war and slaughter. People survived anyway they could.

Thursday, May 25, 2017

Prayers For A Fellow Liberty Blogger.

T.L. Davis was injured in a weather related car wreck in Colorado. He has been tirelessly working on an important 2nd Amendment documentary entitled "Lies of Omission." T.L. was the first fellow blogger to run across my blogging here and helped me to start reaching a larger audience. His writings are always thought provoking. He is okay (relatively speaking), and blogged about the wreck. Send him your thoughts, prayers, and whatever else the Lord lays on your heart.

Monday, May 22, 2017

Neo-Jacobins. That Is Your New Term For The Day.

Jesse James over at The Virginia Freeman's Society has hit it out of the park with his post "The Price of Delegitimization." He wrote it as a response to the American Vendee article by Zman. As one other person put it when I shared this with them, they said this article was bullseye accurate. The Democratic (and many of the establishment Republicans as well) are the present day Jacobins.

Sunday, May 21, 2017

A Very Long Post From The Smallest Minority. You Need To Read The Whole Thing Through.

http://smallestminority.blogspot.com/2017/05/the-new-soviet-genderless-person.html

It is nice to see other folks seeing that modern liberal/progressive thought has its roots in the French Revolution. For the question of who would you kill in the past to prevent future catastrophe, Hitler is not the top of my list. Robespierre (maybe Rousseau), Karl Marx, and Stalin top mine.

Friday, May 19, 2017

Revisit: The Clearing.

Something I wrote last year:

The Clearing

The soldier crept through the woods in a clumsy fashion. He did not know exactly where he was. The trees reminded him of the forests of his home. There he was safe. Here he was not.

In his mind he still heard the cries of pain from his fellow troops he had left behind in the confusion of the battle. It was not his intent to desert them in their time of need. He had been overwhelmed by the sense of fight or flight, and he had chosen flight.

The soldier was young. Only nineteen. He had been lured by the promise of excitement, adventure, and money. Plus, if he served his time, he had promised a house and land near the town he was currently stationed. 

He stopped and knelt down. He reached for his canteen only to discover it was gone. Fear had parched his throat. He considered trying to lick the dew off the grass, but decided it was not worth the effort. Nervous sweat stung his eyes. He wiped his face with his free hand. His other hand gripped his rifle tighter. At least he had not dropped that. His sergeant, a brutal man, would have beaten him for that. But that did not bother him. His sergeant was one of the first ones killed in the battle, almost as if he had been targeted. In fact he had noticed that all the leadership of his patrol, the officer and four sergeants, were the first ones shot. All control had been lost. It seemed like the attackers knew exactly what to do. 

I Have Been Saying The Same Thing.

The American Vendee.

The Z Man tells it like it is.

I have been saying the same thing for a while now too.