Believe nothing, no matter where you read it, or who said it – no matter if I have said it! – except it agree with your own reason and your own common sense.” – Siddhartha Gautama, a.k.a. the Buddha

an open letter from the Militias

The United States Militias are with you. Do not despair, do not relent. We welcome the
removal of masks and the hardness of truth. You are not alone. We were here when it all started.
We have paid in blood and tears for thirty years, as many of you now realize you will have to pay.
Do not let fear drive you. Do not give up five minutes before the miracle occurs. You are not
beaten until you are in the cold hard ground. Do not hide. Do not give up one inch. Go boldly into
the fray with faith in your heart and a song on your lips. You, the Patriots of this age are our Sinn
Fein, we need you to stand. And in standing, become the stone that can not be moved. Find the
Militia in your State, you will find a brotherhood that the Marxists and the Corrupt can not
match. You will be welcomed, you will be educated, you will be trained to be an effective freedom
“We are what our forefathers envisioned, strong-willed,and self-reliant. We are the legacy they
fought to build. We are not anti-government, We are anti-corruption. We are not anti-immigrant,
We are pro-citizenship. We are not separatists, We are Constitutionalists. We know our history
and revere it, We love our country and fear for it. We are your mechanics, and your insurance
agents. Your police and your firefighters. We are your neighbors. We are Citizens and We are the
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways
I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall
Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin’
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall
And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin’
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’
Heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall
Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded with hatred
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall
Oh, what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what’ll you do now, my darling young one?
I’m a-goin’ back out ’fore the rain starts a-fallin’
I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner’s face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’
But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall
Approved by the Commanders of the following Militia Units:
Ohio Valley Minutemen- Citizen’s Volunteer Militia- (OH&WV)
Tomball Militia – (Tomball TX)
South East Michigan Volunteer Militia- (MI)
Western Kansas Militia, A Co.- (KS)
Texas Lightfighters 3/5- (TX)
Northwest Washington Recon- (WA)
Georgia Militia- (GA)
South East Constitutional Militias- Charter Oaks Group- (FL)
Southern Ohio Volunteers- (OH)
Indiana Sentinels- (IN)
Illinois Sons of Liberty- (IL)
42nd Field Force, 63rd Bn Eastern Washington Light Foot Militia- (WA)
Northern California State Militia- (CA)
Miami Valley Militia- (OH)
Illinois Militia- (IL)
3rd Kentucky Volunteer Infantry-A Co.- (KY)
17th CERT/17TH SOG- (KY)
Tennessee Defense Force- (TN)
Colorado 1st Patriots Defense Force- (CO)
Allegheny Rangers Militia- (PA)
Copies sent to an additional 46 Militia Units Nationwide



Watching the corporate backlash over the last couple days, even I have felt waver in my resolve.   Key point being, in our current world, money is what makes things tick, and I am watching  the opportunities to earn that money dwindling: especially for the likes of my daughter and her peers.  Time and again I have stated, and other preppers have stated, that we need to prepare for a time when “money” doesn’t mean anything any other four letter word of venom means.   There was a time when our grandparents were more comfortable with the mason jar in the back yard than the bank in town.   Look to your accounts now: which brings you a better return?  The Bank where you may or may not be able to access your funds, or the mattress in your bedroom?   Both pay nearly the same amount of interest in todays market.

Bill started the “Local, Local, Local” back in January of this year, and there is MUCH to be said for that.   I think that concept has all the merit we need to get through the tough times ahead, and Militia’s fall right into that plan as well.

Get the skills, get the group, get the gardens, get right with yourself, then get right with those around you: that is our only hope forward in time.


14 responses

  1. Wildflower

    alpha omeaga alpha awaits you after all these years

    never surrender never die hopeless

    November 10, 2012 at 11:57 pm

  2. Local, local, local? Gee! I (of all people) hadn’t thought about that. How’s Voodoo?

    November 11, 2012 at 12:16 am

    • LOL Should have mentioned you as well, you know how scatterbrained I am though.
      Voodoo is doing well, meeting Jane, his new playmate has him (and her) worn to the bone, Sleeping through the night and letting dad get some frickin work done for once without chewing my leg off or having to be roped to the anchor(RV) Granted, like all kids, when they get going, they have 117 acres to run on and have to be RIGHT THERE under foot. All good though, they have fun and we get stuff accomplished.

      November 11, 2012 at 2:06 am

  3. Wildflower

    tried voodoo on chilli

    but curses do work……

    November 11, 2012 at 1:36 am

  4. Spud

    Thought ya weren’t going political on your new site….

    November 11, 2012 at 10:40 am

    • A request from a friend has been addressed, and my thoughts were mirrored in his letter:
      Besides, its my site and I can scribble in the margins if I so choose.
      To be honest, that is likely the extent of it. My message about getting to group and building community is the same here though I would like to really start digging into the projects again. Lots going on since the move and I haven’t had a whole lot of time to get things moving again. Sadly, that is the nature of cross-country moves, it takes time to get settled in.

      November 11, 2012 at 12:29 pm

      • Spud

        Just wondering, after you said that it wasn’t going there any more.
        Without a doubt, it is your site to do as pleases yourself !
        Not bitching, just wondering…
        Just like porn…ya don’t have view it, less ya want too….

        November 11, 2012 at 9:57 pm


    Southern Ohio Volunteers did not approve this document!

    November 11, 2012 at 10:29 pm

    • I posted this exactly as was delivered to me. Seeing how I am NOT militia in any formal way other than being within the age bracket and a citizen, you need to discuss your disagreement with those that sent the request; not I.
      Whether or not you approved the message, I do and the document stands. If I am contacted by the original requestee to remove your moniker from the list as published, I will do so.

      November 11, 2012 at 11:08 pm

    • Mac, QP (the CO) did approve the letter. I have emailed you a copy of his authorization.
      Feel free to call him or me with any further questions.

      November 12, 2012 at 4:14 am

  6. Interesting although I am probably to old and infirm for what they asking, there are probably some very good support opportunities that we may be able to coordinate with. I agree with the message if it is genuine!

    November 12, 2012 at 12:45 am

    • I have no reason to believe that the message should be questioned as I received a quick reply from Sandman pretty quickly after post.
      I didn’t question the approval mentions due to that.
      I do not see this as a “call to arms”, but a message to hold the course, don’t let the recent failures get us down. 60 million voted (?) for this mess, but there are 350 million in this country: The disparity should show some that we are not alone.

      November 12, 2012 at 1:16 am

      • Exactly Dio, well put. Thanks Brother.

        November 12, 2012 at 4:36 am

      • Yup! Stay warm brother!! We were at 40 this AM 😦

        November 12, 2012 at 3:47 pm

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