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The BEST Shotguns for quarry that fights back

2025-12-30T16:33:00.004-05:00

AK-15SK: From Russia With Love

2025-12-30T10:32:00.004-05:00

KALASHNIKOV'S LEGENDARY POWER IN A COMPACT NEW FORMAT!

The Curious Death of Amy Eskridge

2024-09-02T19:40:00.011-04:00

Haunting video of a young "rocket scientist" with knowledge of anti-gravity research foretelling her own mysterious end in this video ...

I'd seriously suggest downloading this one as it is laced with tantalizing tidbits and bread crumb trails leading in all kinds of directions & as is the case with many of these types of videos, this will end up disappearing sadly just like Amy.

Background and Education

Amy received her BS in chemistry and biology from the University of Alabama, Huntsville.
She went on to earn a PhD in material science from the same university.

Professional Work

Co-founder and President of The Institute for Exotic Science, described as "an international research institute specializing in propulsion, quantum gravity, material science and other related fields of cutting edge technology."
CEO and President of HoloChron Engineering, a gravity modification R&D company.
Involved in research related to anti-gravity propulsion and advanced technologies.

Research and Interests

Focused on anti-gravity research and was considered one of the most promising researchers in this field in the public domain.
Gave talks on historical and current means of antigravity experiments and modern black projects.
Expressed plans to present novel foundational work regarding antigravity, pending approval from NASA.

Death and Controversy

Amy Eskridge passed away on June 11, 2022.
Her death has been the subject of some speculation and controversy in certain circles.
Some sources have raised questions about the circumstances surrounding her death, though these claims remain unverified.

Amy Eskridge was remembered as a brilliant mind with a beautiful vision for life and the cosmos.

Her work in advanced scientific fields, particularly anti-gravity research, has garnered attention and interest from various quarters before & after her mysterious passing.

Confessions of a UFO Hunter: Lue Elizondo

2024-08-24T14:49:00.005-04:00

Lue Elizondo very clearly states in the first few minutes of the interview that in regard to alien life- We are NOT Alone. After watching this video interview , I don't think anyone will have a doubt.

Fallen Angels-Anunnaki?..

2020 Election Fraud - Part I

2024-02-05T11:50:00.003-05:00

Expect many Illegals (Undocumented aliens) & the deceased casting votes for 2024

UFO Comes Down In Vegas - Hijinx & Chicanery Or The Real Deal ??

2023-06-09T08:56:00.013-04:00

"100% they're not human,' Witness details alleged alien encounter in Las Vegas NV

Portions of the video below were originally posted to Tik-Tok

Cross The New World - This Will Be Your Last Interview

2023-04-17T14:09:00.007-04:00

On September 1, 1983, McDonald and the rest of the passengers and crew of KAL 007 were killed when Soviet fighters, under the command of Gen. Anatoly Kornukov, shot down KAL 007 near Moneron Island after the plane entered Soviet airspace.

Rep Larry McDonald found out (apparently) the hard way.

Larry pretty much said in one video, what no elected representative has said to this day..

As suspected, the original video was removed from YouTube within weeks of me posting it.

The Military-Industrial Complex

2023-03-26T10:32:00.003-04:00

And of course - PROXY Wars

Was Dropping The Gold Standard A Mistake?

2023-03-20T10:05:00.006-04:00

The US Must Consider Returning To The Gold Standard

2023-03-20T10:00:00.004-04:00

Making sense when sense no longer remains ..

Why The Average Joe Is Buying Gold

2023-03-16T21:22:00.011-04:00

Are gold coins a good investment ? - Read More

How to invest in Gold like a Billionaire - Read More

The Barbarous Relic is ready for its Close-Up - Read More

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The China Balloon Syndrome

2023-03-16T16:54:00.002-04:00

China Balloon – A Layered Scandal

By Robert B. Charles

February 06, 2023

A Chinese surveillance balloon floats over the United States for a week. No action is taken, until the outcry makes taking it down necessary. A second is over South America, a third was over Hawaii. President Biden says it happened under President Trump. After former Trump administration officials said that didn’t happen, Biden countered they were “discovered” after Trump left. What explains all this?

To start with, China just tested Joe Biden, and he failed. China had put a spy balloon over Hawaii, and the president – we now learn – did nothing about a device about a dozen miles in the air leisurely traversing the United States and presumably sending images in real-time back to the Chinese military. U.S. airspace goes to 62 miles up.

Why was it not shot down? We’re told only that “debris” might hurt someone, or that it was innocuous, and hence no need for action. These were tenuous, if not false, excuses for inaction. Debris would have been minimal and could be engineered into empty spaces. Satellites see things, but a spy balloon 100 times closer sees more.

As for “no need,” well, only if you want more spy balloons next month and see no danger in the precedent, which is to say, the possibility of one day facing a possible chem, bio, radioactive, or EMP threat. Otherwise, you shoot it down fast, as you would a Chinese fighter or bomber.

We did not do that. Why not? The explanation apparently is that the Biden team is timid, afraid to upset China, and believes this provocation will be viewed as a mere “incremental” violation, one they can let slip if not noticed.

Except that Americans saw it with their own eyes, so we were treated to predictably partisan and self-serving crisis management: Biden’s team quickly said they had “discovered” it, were “monitoring” it, would decide what to do next. Meantime, the secretary of state immediately waffled on postponing his planned trip to China.

Biden’s team wrung their hands, said little, did less, and hoped this would just drift away. The outcry was significant, so they finally decided to shoot the offending balloon down over the ocean, and Secretary of State Antony Blinken bravely delayed his trip.

The courage quotient in this White House, Biden’s Pentagon, Department of Homeland Security, and State Department, is stunning – for its absence. Are we to imagine no one thought of the possibilities here? Are we to imagine we only consider planes or missiles a threat?

So, the Biden team finally shoots the Chinese spy balloon down over the ocean, while China mumbles, lies, and carries on. But this is where the “scandal within scandal” begins. Under the gun to explain themselves, Biden and his team belatedly says “three Chinese balloons” were over the U.S. under Trump. Almost every highly cleared Trump intelligence and national security appointee (more than a dozen) flatly deny that.

This leads to the next hard-to-believe deflection. Biden’s team says the Chinese balloons Trump did not shoot down were only discovered after he left office. What?

Yes, they say it happened then but was only “discovered after” Trump left, which is probably why no one had heard about it. This is hard to credit. Are we to believe that NORAD’s 24/7 operations center was asleep – that China dared cross Trump, and we only saw the spy balloons after reviewing the tape?

All this sounds increasingly absurd, throws water on solid facts, damning, indefensible, and which should require – in an accountable republic – high level resignations. Here are the big, real questions.

First, if any spy balloon from China really floated over the United States during Trump’s time and not one appointee was briefed, do we have an “intelligence deep state” – which is either pro-China or which so feared Trump’s penchant for action that they withheld that? Exactly who knew what, when, and said nothing?

Second, if the balloons were over the U.S. under Trump, and NORAD or the intelligence community did not see them in real time, why not? That is a major intelligence failure. How did that happen? Third, either way – and regardless of which scandal is worse – the Chinese spy balloon in U.S. airspace should have immediately been brought down. Would we wait on a fighter, and say debris worried us?

China has learned a key lesson, and it cannot be unlearned. Biden will hesitate, deflect, do almost anything to avoid confrontation with China, even allow penetration of U.S. airspace. None of this will make Taiwan feel good, or Japan, Australia, the Philippines – or any U.S. ally.

Communist China’s deliberate penetration of U.S. airspace is not a non-event, not inconsequential, not something to pretend did not happen. And it should have instantly triggered a shootdown.

Who will be held accountable for this fiasco? What will China do next? This is not a small error, passing oversight, or victory – nor was the disastrous U.S. exit from Afghanistan. This is another layered scandal.

This article was originally published by RealClearPolitics and made available via RealClearWire.

Tracking Spy Planes

2023-02-11T15:40:00.002-05:00

Homeland Threats: Supplemental Update 11 Feb, 2023

2023-02-11T15:22:00.004-05:00

MASSIVE Cyber Attack May Be Coming. Here’s How to Prepare.

2023-02-05T18:57:00.005-05:00

The time to prepare is now - No matter what happens, you owe it to yourself to be prepared for the worst.

Nuclear Preparedness PSA For Dummies

2022-07-11T20:08:00.012-04:00

"You Don't Got This"

The final act of supreme Idiocy.

Just when you thought it was safe to roam the mean streets of NYC..

A public service announcement from those who will have no ability to help you whatsoever.

Russians lowest grade nuke with multiple (targeted) independent reentry vehicles would likely turn Manhattan-Queens-Brooklyn-Long Island-New Jersey-Westchester County among other locations into something none of us would ever want to imagine in our wildest nightmares.

The fact that the primary advice is to wash yourself and bag your contaminated clothing is utterly mind blowing considering that finding running water may be very difficult without power... Not even mentioning that if you somehow managed to survive said "first strike" washing your clothing will the least of your worries.

A New World Order & The U.S. Not Included

2022-06-30T14:19:00.007-04:00

The time is now to start thinking about exactley what is going on in the world around you..

Moving To Gold

2022-05-01T17:45:00.005-04:00

"If you are putting sanctions on dollars and kicking people out of dollar accounts . . . why would I want dollars?. . . .

If you want to get away from the dollar, there is not a currency or bond market you can go to, but there is gold...

Gold is money good, and it’s the only form of money the whole world can agree on.”

Invest In Gold - SD Bullion

JP's Opinion: Agony, Misery, and Heartbreak

2021-12-09T19:51:00.020-05:00

*The opinions and views articulated in these opinion pieces may not necessarily reflect the opinions or views of gunsgold.com and its entire staff.*

Written by JP, staff Gunsgold.com

I'll never forget the day, as a young, 19 year old man, I defeated Agony, Misery, and Heartbreak, all in a single morning, while walking 12 miles in the rain with my buddies.

It was admittedly, a very rough day. A wet day. And a painful day. but the type of day that one looks upon in the memory bank with fondness and pride. A day that others might wonder about with a sense of curiosity and perhaps, reverence.

Agony, Misery and Heartbreak are hills of legend in the United States military. Hundreds of thousands of American service members, from Marines, to Army Scouts, Infantry soldiers, and Tankers, have climbed these ankle breaking, and soul testing monuments of nature at Fort Knox, Kentucky, since the 1940s. I was one of them and I am forever proud that I am apart of this brotherhood that has spanned generations.

To describe these land monuments to the normal lay person; Imagine hills so steep, that as you climb it with your hundred pounds of gear and your rifle slung to you, fighting your heaving lungs, your howling feet, and exhaustion; you reach out with your arm horizontally in front of you, and touch the gravel road with your fingertips. These hills have broken many men, I have been told. But they could not defeat me.

I remember the cold March morning as if I am living it now. The day had been hyped up to us as a right of passage. One of the final checkboxes of graduating army OSUT training, is the successful completion of a 26k (12m) ruck march. We were also explained, that if we were to complete this march, we would be pinned by the drill Sgts. The pinning of your MOS pin on your uniform is by and large, the moment when a young warrior going through training, becomes a full fledged United States Soldier. This is when your Drill Sgts stop looking at you like a maggot, and more like a man. All we hoped to attain, was within grasp.

However; this is no normal 26k hike in the peaceful woods. My generation of soldier; was required to wear "Full battle rattle" or body armor with bullet proof plates, sleeping bag, and a gear list that makes up nearly 100lbs for the average American fighting man during the global war on terror. All stuffed in a large "rucksack" that is strapped to your shoulders and hips and feels like at times, you have a mini fridge attached to your back.

While wearing this, the expectation is to complete a 26k movement on foot (or about 12 miles) in around 3 hours. This is the the United States Governments expectation for the les Miserables (the wretched fighting man) like us. When we need to attack the enemies of freedom with boots on the ground, our asses get there in 3 hours or LESS. That is the expectation. If that's what uncle Sam wants, then that is what I was going to give him.

Little did I know, that these expectations are for ground conditions like you would see in Kansas. Flat ground. But here, in the land of voluntary punishment and the crafting of warriors, your 3 hours is to be served in the crucible of the steepest hills in the local Kentucky area. We were warrior ingots, about to be smelted.

The day started off from the top of one of these hills (Heart break) where the day prior, we had established a forward operating base. That previous night, we were "attacked" multiple times throughout the night. Sirens, explosions, the sounds of blanks firing staccato bursts into the darkness. Nobody slept that night because you were either on guard duty stopping the notional assaulters, or listening to the attacks happening mere feet away from a cot in a tent, trying to rest. The Drill Sgts took morbid enjoyment out of randomly rolling flash grenades into tents as 1 or 2 of the lucky folks, not on guard duty, immediately became the unlucky folks.

I've never seen a man smile with such psychopathic glee as these Drills do when they are causing mayhem for their trainees to deal with. If I am ever feeling down, I think of a Drill Sgt Charney, who I caught eyes with as he quietly opened our tent, primed a grenade, smiled at me, flipped the spoon off and then gently rolled a flashbang grenade down the single plywood board in our tent and then stuck a single finger to his mouth with a "Shhhh" motion.

I remember an involuntary smile coming out of my mouth,. "This fucking guy" I thought. The explosion rocked my ears and sent a burning hot, spinning metal cannister shooting around the tent. I remember watching it smoke and thinking that getting to sleep with ringing ears and a body full of adrenaline was next to impossible. I was correct, sleep did not come.

The following morning came quickly. At 0300 we were lined up and given the next days orders. 26k or 12 miles back to home, Disneyland barracks complex. Named in memory of Major General Paul Disney, former Training Center Commander, was our home at Fort Knox. The place was 40 years past renovations and my class was the LAST OSUT class to be trained at Fort Knox, for a future at Fort Benning. You can imagine the shithole this place was, but marching back to it, sounded like a ticket to heaven.

And then, right before we execute, like god hit a switch, it started to rain. To quote Forest Gump; we saw all sorts of rain that day. Stingin' rain. Sideways rain'. Even big fat droplet rain. Rain that even felt like it was coming up at you. It was the type of deluge that immediately makes you lament "fuck me", as you accept your dismal fate. What else can one do?

We lined up on the main road, 2 single file lines, one on each side of the road, with drill sgts in the middle spread out for miles. This line of men had to be staggered. one by one, the men in the lines would be pointed at, and told "STEP OFF, KEEP YOUR SPACING!". Before long, the man in front of me was stepping off, and my heart began to race as I anticipated my moment. The man crossed the proper spacing distance and I was told "STEP OFF!" and so, in that moment my march began. It wasn't more than 12 feet before I stubbed my toe and nearly tripped DOWN the first hill. I caught myself, had I not, I probably would have bowling balled 4 men in a messy little E-1 avalanche that's probably happened 1,000 times before in the storied history of these paths.

At first, I had decided that my poncho liner- a waterproof type jacket that is given to soldiers that drapes over you like a cape - was the proper attire for our monsoon walk. So did most of my buddies. After a few miles of the constant rain, the physical excursion, the poncho liner starts to act like a thermal blanket, trapping moisture, your sweat and most importantly; heat next to you. This causes you to feel like you're trapped in a plastic bag in the middle of summer. Comfort begins to leave you with simply the faint memories of what it once was. Your mind begins a hopeless angry search for what it once had.

You begin to notice every uncomfortable feeling on a forced march. Especially your feet. Basic training soldiers are not issued Gore-Tex boots or... anything comfortable, or waterproof. They are issued the cheapest, desert boots that have a literal "vent hole" above the sole of the boot that does pretty awful at venting, but pretty awesome at being an entrance for water. When wearing these cursed boots, you began to look at every puddle like it was made of mercury or lava. 1" too deep, and you're walking around with sloppy socks all day. I am not too prideful to say I hopscotched around puddles wearing those things like a 7 year old girl at the playground. But here, one could not stray too far from the expected position in the march, I had to eat the puddles feet first.

Before long, I could feel a raw spot on the back of my ankle every time my boots came down with a sloppy squishy sound. A raw, sandpaper like feeling of the wet boot material slowly rubbing away white, water logged skin. My socks on both feet, began to fill with blood as small blisters formed on my toes. The weight of my body constantly coming down on my feet served to remind me that I had volunteered for this. This was my doing. I bit my lip, and continued on.

As you donkey on in a single file line, for hours on end in a torrential downpour; sometimes, guys like me zone out. I remember being snapped back to reality intermittently during this journey with "TAKE A KNEE!" The entire element would collapse into 2 man buddy teams on the side of the road and each would take 180 degrees of fire.

You would think the breaks would be great. Not so much. One was required to take a single knee, and keep their weapon oriented in a defensive posture at the high ready. The 100lbs in the rucksack made taking a knee an awkward experience. I spent the majority of these breaks, trying not to go ass-over-tea-kettle. But really, I was simply hoping that a Drill SGT wasn't going to come over, grab the drag handle on the back of my vest, and topple me over, as I had watched them do with childlike glee to several others rendering my buddies writhing around like helpless little turtles.

I looked around for comfort. I wanted to see somebody suffering. Like me. somebody sucking air harder than me, somebody about to quit, its when I realized something that has never left me to this day; I was among some of the greatest men of my generation. I wanted a respite in knowing somebody is hating this more than me. Maybe I could feed off of that weakness; but what I saw instead was a bunch of dog faced men, eating a shit sandwich, and not even caring to chew.

Nobody was falling out, and I was going to die before I suffered them the dishonor, of serving with some no good, considering falling out pussy. I was ashamed. I had sullied their good honor in even looking in their direction with that intent. A small puff of energy in my inner furnace, not much, but it was something. Was it going to be enough?

"ON YOUR FEET!" Easier said than done, but I mounted the heel-toe express once more, and I punched the throttle. The throttle was light-- like a Vespa running on 2:1 Sprite and Vodka mix but within a few more minutes, I had drifted off into a daydream psychosis of dancing boots and raindrops and firm teen breasts. Whatever 19 year old, wannabe assassin kids like me occupied our minds with to pass a torturous time.

I can't tell you where the time went... but up and down the hills our bodies did go in the Kentucky backwoods. The line of men, trundled along in a sloppy, tired, mass.

Before long, the roads became more familiar. I started to recognize the skyline, and the general area. We were getting close to home. I remembered the area from a bus trip to a range off post. Only a few miles more to go on this road, I thought, but wasn't really sure.

Hours did not seem like they had passed. Perhaps it was the pain, or perhaps it was simply that I turned my mind off from my surroundings. Whatever it was, I remember the march entering the main post of Fort Knox and before a few more miles, we were neared our designated barracks area.

The faint sound of music floated to our ears. A strange music. "What the fuck is that"? I remember thinking to myself. I was born in 1990, and the song playing-- it was vaguely familiar as a classic, but I couldn't place it yet.

The opening lyrics to a song, that is now forever burned into my soul. I admit, sounds like a cat being sexually assaulted. The sounds of chants--- "Awaaaahhhhaaahhhhh Awahhhhahhhhhahhhhh!"

I was not super familiar with this song, and I am glad for that. Because that song now forever represents this moment for me. This song now belongs to me, and those men who sacrificed to own that moment with me forever. This is now OUR moment.

"Awaaaaaahhhhaaaahhhhh THUNDER!"

OH shit? Is that what I think it is? I wondered.

The vague opening lyrics still sounded distant but the march quickened to a pace, I did not think any single one of us had energy reserves for. However; our legs were filled with a fuel that can only come from a lifted spirit. That's when we heard it for sure.

"I WAS CAUGHT, IN THE MIDDLE OF A RAILROAD TRACK! THUNDER!!!"

It hit me. They were actually playing us into AC/DC Thunderstruck into the parade ground on massive speakers. The Holy shit batman my heart is soaring moment I didn't know I wanted, but absolutely needed.

I looked around to get a "Are you feeling this shit?!" vibe from my battle buddies. The man to my front was hair jamming and pretending to play an air guitar that was his M4 carbine. He spun around and moon walked as our eyes locked. I beamed a smile, as my heart exploded and we owned a piece of cosmic energy that few, too few people get to experience as men conquer a shared tribulation.

Before long, the entire march was singing what lyrics we knew. In my case, very few but what I mouthed, I mouthed with a pride, and righteous joy that, too this day, there are few songs that can instantly invoke inside me a visceral feeling, like this does.

We lined up, by platoons, in front of a stage. Lungs heaving, backs sore, but nobody broke formation. Nobody sat down.

By platoon, we were called forth, up the stage to be presented with our just reward. We walked up the stairs to the stage, did a formal right face and saluted our squadron commander who returned the salute of each man crisply as he looked deeply into the eyes of the man in front of him. The Drill sgts came 2 at a time to the man. One, would take his patrol cap, and into it, he would punch the rank of the soldier, and the other, would pin a golden US lapel to our ACU uniform.

Finally 3rd platoon; my turn. I made my way to the stage. My senior drill, Drill Sgt Deloach took a moment to look me in the eyes, and outstretch his hand to me. I remember being at a loss for a moment. This larger than life monster who had just a few months earlier, broken me down into my most basic elements, was now, seemingly seeing me for the first time as a man. An actual human being. I grabbed his hand, and shook it. It might as well have been the first handshake I ever felt; it was surely the greatest. "Welcome to the brotherhood." He said. "I'm proud of you Woody".

I was known as "Woody" in the Platoon because for, whatever reason, a Drill Sgt in the reception battalion took one look at me in a morning formation and went "HOLY SHIT, DON'T THIS GUY LOOK LIKE WOODY FROM TOY STORY?" to a raucous and hilarious laughter of all the trainees. My face beat a crimson red and from that moment-- I was Woody.

Woody did all he could do to execute proper drill and ceremony and get off that stage without looking like a goof. I just made it, before I started to weep. A disgusting, swine like man cry that I am embarrassed to admit. I found my way back to my brothers in my platoon, and we shared moments of deep, needy embraces. I buried my face into my brothers shoulders- and we sobbed, together in a moment of singular beauty.

Today, my country is obsessed with being a victim. I am revolted from this mindset.

From this day came the greatest lesson I ever did learn; Nothing worth attaining in life is easy to get. If it's worth having, it's worth bleeding for. Victims don't finish the march.

Get out there and bleed.

We few, we happy few

Scouts out

JP's Opinion: Kyle Rittenhouse

2021-11-20T07:34:00.004-05:00

*The opinions and views articulated in these opinion pieces may not necessarily reflect the opinions or views of gunsgold.com and its entire staff.*

Written by JP, staff Gunsgold.com

November 19th 2021, in Kenosha County courthouse, Kyle H. Rittenhouse (18) was found not guilty of all charges by jury. Kyle had been charged with first degree homicide, among other felony charges, stemming from discharging an AR15, in 2020 during nights of riots from BLM protests in Kenosha Wisconsin.

Kyle killed 2 men, Anthony Huber, and Joseph Rosenbaum, and injured a 3rd man, Gauge Grosskreutz. The two dead men, whether you find it relevant or not, were not exactly choir boys. Joseph Rosenbaum was in fact a convicted child rapist, and the other a convicted domestic abuser. These men attacked Kyle in the street, hitting him with a skateboard and attempting to disarm him of his rifle. They did not succeed.

The jury, took over 3 days to reach a verdict in this case. Ultimately, they came to a unanimous verdict of not guilty on all counts. Now, Wisconsin (and most democratic strongholds) prepare for the repercussions. National guard troops have been deployed in Kenosha county, WI and the governor of the state and the president of the US watch closely. Even the 46th president has made outspoken statements on the case, which may in turn result in a sitting president being sued for defamation. What a time to be alive.

To show my cards, I'm rooting for Kyle. I'm on team Rittenhouse. I'm an American with morals, a solid understanding of right and wrong, and all of my chromosomes. Basically the opposite of a democratic supporter.

I appreciate a young man with a heart like his. Whether it was a good idea or not to grab a rifle out of the closet and head down to the local riot; I think his motives were pure in the intentions of helping. Helping what? Not sure myself. I think a few Toyotas can burn and it isn't worth my life, but I remember being a fired up kid with ideals once...

From what I've seen from footage of the night, he is the real deal. I find a sense of innocent naivety in Kyle. I find a little bit of myself in him.

I think Kyle is a positive influence on his community, unlike the people that met their demise at the end of his rifle. I think he could have spent his time that night more productively. If he was my son, I'd have whooped his ass at the first mention of his intentions that night. He should have stayed home. He didn't. He was 17 and stupid, like all of us have been.

I was 17 and stupid once, I'm just no longer 17 anymore. I understand Kyle took a few lives but I'll just put the moose on the table; I'm cool with the lives he took.

There is plenty of video evidence of what happened that night. Judge for yourself. In my opinion, Kyle defended his life. The rats who tried to jack a child in the streets died bleeding in the gutter like the vermin that they are. There are inconvenient truths in life. Things that suck. This is one of them folks.

I think its clear that the people he shot intended to do him great harm. One was armed with a pistol that he pointed at Kyle, moments before Kyle shot him. This is all public record. The assailant (Grosskreutz) actually admitted that Kyle didn't shoot him until he pointed his pistol at him in his testimony in court. He then proceeded to piss and moan about Kyle vaporizing his bicep. Play stupid games, you win stupid prizes. Ps, Grosskreutz pistol was illegal and he did not possess a valid permit for it (but the corrupt DA did not charge him).

A few big things I take from this trial: 1 Kyle was not really on trial, but the ability to use a firearm by the general citizenry itself was. Much damage has been done already in the minds of millions with this case. Any sane person would agree, Kyle was acting in self defense. Now, any sane person must question how useful a firearm truly is, if in an ideal use scenario, one can still be tried, charged, and convicted in the court of public opinion.

There are indeed less people willing to take up a rifle in their community and provide aid, among the tiny fraction of folks who were willing to do that to begin with, specifically because of this case. That is the point of prosecuting this case entirely. It is simply to erode the publics confidence in their ability to fight back. It was not Kyle on trial, but patriotic America itself.

With his victory, I hope that a level of common sense can return to our system of justice. I am jaded and I feel much more needs to be done but I concede that this is good news for rational, 2A loving patriots.

Enjoy the good news ladies and gentleman we are few and far between with it lately but now is the time to celebrate. Justice did prevail.

And if I could say one thing to Kyle; I'm rooting for you brother. You're a God damn demon slayer. You were one of the few to answer a call to duty; in my opinion that is one of the truest marks of being an American.

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers

For those who slay a liberal pedophile, shall be my brother. Scouts out.

-JP

The Art Of (Going To) War

2021-11-12T09:08:00.002-05:00

Be Prepared - Whether by accident or design things are not looking to good...

The War Kitchen Episode II - Emergency Vittles

2021-11-12T08:43:00.004-05:00

Chocolate vs Gold

2021-11-12T08:03:00.007-05:00

Here is something to think about - While cryptocurrency is getting all the love, Gold & Silver are considered (by most of the general public) to be some kind of novelty .. Ingnorance is bliss.

Chocolate Money from 7k Metals on Vimeo.

Gold vs Silver- Top 5 Coins and Bars To Buy

2021-11-11T20:53:00.002-05:00

Curious about what kind of Silver or Gold coins to buy ?

This is a good primer for those who aren't quite sure what to start stacking.

Best advice is to get on it asap.

Two of my favorite coins-

American Silver Eagle - I prefer certified & graded numismatic simply to avoid purchasing a counterfeit coin.

Canadian Silver Maple Leaf - Again in numismatic form preferably NGC or PCGS certified.

Here are a few different Gold & Silver Bullion dealers to check out.

No particular order - Shop around !

Money Metals Exchange

SD Bullion Inc

Universal Coin & Bullion

JP's Opinion: Guns are Tools

2021-11-11T07:56:00.003-05:00

*The opinions and views articulated in these opinion pieces may not necessarily reflect the opinions or views of gunsgold.com and its entire staff.*

Written by JP, staff Gunsgold.com

Let me be very clear; a firearm is a tool.

Like any tool, the ultimate use of this widget depends entirely on the hopes, dreams, and ability of its end user.

A hammer, for example, can be used in multiple ways. One can create; homes, wood working projects, shelving and flooring, repairs etc. With the skilled use of this tool.

One can also destroy with a hammer. All of the above that can be created, can be undone with the tool. Demolition often cannot be done without a large enough sledge hammer, swung with enough heft and skill to knock out walls. A sledge hammer is a tool some of us are simply not physically capable of using properly, but some, either through determination, sacrifice, or necessity (or a combination of all) learn to wield the sledge in a way that results in progress through destruction.

A firearm, is one in the same. It can be used to create. In the case of the United States, firearms helped to create a country built from rebellion. American forefathers saw necessary the motives to shake off unnecessary governmental tyranny, in which doing so, created the greatest movement for personal freedom and liberty that human history has ever recorded.

One could perhaps argue that the words that you read right now; on a device using the internet, on a "blog" reading in English...all of these things would never be possible, if not for the one time roar of a gun and the implications that followed.

The firearm can also destroy. Too much attention, I think, is wasted on this obvious facet. Like focusing specifically on demolition with a hammer, or how you can hurt your thumbs if swung improperly, there are those that desires that you focus on how a firearm is a tool of destruction and mayhem only. We know that is not how tools work. The tool is an extension of its user.

The constant psychological assault on the notion of what firearms are, and what they are designed to do is appalling. We see this in main stream media, especially with the left leaning outlets. There is a near constant chorus to outlaw "assault weapons" after shootings occur or to put new laws on the books to stop "Gun violence". The terms are purposely made to vaguely make you think its a problem with guns...and not violent people.

Let us not forget that hammers can be used to kill. Even spoons. I mean even a hamburger if used frequently enough will usher you to a quick demise.

Violent people, and criminals find a way to carry out evil. When we ascribe malice to objects, we are either purposely misleading, or epic in our naivety. There is a concerted effort to make you as easy to control and as dumb as possible. The antidote to this, is to think freely.

Steele yourself from this ignorance. Know that tools are an extension of people. Guns don't kill people, people kill people and they do it with shocking ingenuity and have for thousands of years.

If you think laws stop criminals, or that an FBI or ATF ruling stops a determined psychopath, perhaps you need to enlighten yourself on what happens in country's with strict gun laws. Look at Japan, or European nations with their knife attacks.

Violence has not ended in those places and you would do well to understand evil does not read the bylaws before it conducts itself.

Imagine a mind so simple that it thinks a certain area, an area filled with defenseless individuals, like a school or a hospital can simply be designated a "gun free zone" and thus, it is so. Like criminals are repelled by the sign like a dog to an ultrasonic fence. The levels of blissful ignorance are at a level that requires a concerted effort to acknowledge and understand.

Let me try to summarize and wrap this up: Bad people will always be bad. They will use tools to be bad but the tool is not inherently bad. The bad person is. There you go, clear as mud.

If you made it this far, you're smart enough to change the world. Do it one thoughtful conversation at a time. Don't be pressured to shake what you believe in, and never forget that the most lethal weapon you will ever be permitted to own is a free thinking mind. Before long, there will be regulations on these as well if we do not find the hill we are willing to defend.

Be good folks, take time to think. Also, tell somebody that you love how much they mean to you. No day is promised to us. Be thankful and appreciative today, because there's many who would use their last wish to have what you have.

Scouts out,