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I’m not the most politically correct (PC) guy out here. In fact, I’m quite politically incorrect when one gets right down to it. My wife has said for several years that I have undoubtedly gotten our family on every right wing extremist watch list at every federal agency out there. Perhaps.

But in this season of peace on Earth and goodwill toward men I want to pause to wish you all the merriest and most joy filled Christmas I can muster on this day we mark the birth of God with us.

Does that mean I wish you, “happy holidays?” Not exactly. We’ve toned down and diluted Christ in the public marketplace out of fear that we are either breaking some unseen rule or offending someone. Well I say Humbug!

Groups like the Freedom From Religion Foundation (FFRF) have us all running scared from the PC Boogey-man as though they have any legal, moral or ethical say over how I greet people during the holidays. They, and other similar organizations, have terrorized small towns and big government until the mere mention of a law suit causes most politicians to fold like a cheap lawn chair.

I know, I know. This is a site about being prepared. Well, here’s my exhortation (no, call it an admonition) about prepping: Prepare for political battle and demand your leaders (at every level) stop giving in to the FFRF and all other God haters who continue to erode my rights as a United States citizen.

The First Amendment to the Constitution of the United States says that I have the right to freely practice my religion without the government inhibiting that practice in any way. The God haters say that the 1st Amendment gives us freedom from  religion. Balderdash! It guarantees that I can openly and freely practice my religion anywhere, at any time – so long as doing so does not infringe upon the rights on another. And by the way, the constitution does not guarantee you freedom from being offended. If my religion offends you then suck it up. I’m certainly offend enough by your godless lifestyle and your incessant whining about conservatives hurting your feelings.

So what’s the call to action? I know it sounds cliche’ but write your leaders: Senators, Representatives, Governors, President, Mayors, Councilmen… anyone who will listen (or not listen). Write letters, send emails, make phone calls! Tie up the Capital switchboard (202.224.3121). And don’t just do this once and pat yourself on the back. Be as vociferous as the left wing is and clamor for responsiveness from your elected officials at every level. And when they fail to stand up for your rights? Vote the bums out!

Okay, I’ve gotten entirely too agitated writing this. I need to go out fire off a little ammo to calm myself back down.

Jeff

Once upon a time there was a fan, a young successful fan. Eventually his national government began to erode his civil liberties and steal away his God given rights replacing them with regulations, taxes and guilt. The young fan hung in there and was often heard saying, “I love my home and so long to see it shine in the darkness as a beacon for all the peoples of the world – a place of safety and opportunity once again.” The young successful fan continued to work hard, invest in his home economy and support those leaders that appeared to hold firm to his own values.

Then in the wee hours one very early morning Best Friend, someone he had known and loved his entire life, called him. “BANG-A-RANG!” shouted Best Friend! Best Friend had told him many times, “Get ready, the zombies are coming soon and you need to be prepared. I’ll give you the signal when it’s time to bug out but you have to be ready!”

It was too late. Sadly, stuff was already hitting the fan. He worked harder and harder to twirl his blades faster and even faster. But stuff was now hitting the fan so quickly that he simply made a huge mess of things. The fan fought valiantly and struggled to shake free of the tyranny, fear and hopelessness that now tightly gripped his heart.

Then it happened: the government he had so proudly stood behind, the leaders he had voted for, the nation he had fought to defend turned on him. He felt betrayed, hopeless and foolish for not seeing the signs earlier and for not listening to friends who harped, “You better get ready, it may not be zombies but it will be an apocalypse.”

Suddenly, he could take no more. That was the day the blades simply came off the fan.

Jeff

So, A good friend asked me co-lead a small group for preppers. Sure, why not. I’m as wild-eyed a conspiracy theorist as the next guy; I have my very own tin foil hat to prove it. Of course, once we sat down and started talking about what we would actually discuss in a room full of preppers we both discovered that we’re a lot more interested in seeing the shambling bands of undead set free from their terminal zombieness than we are in ending their miserable existence.

Now here we are – down to where the goats graze. It’s time to start putting pen to paper (or fingers to keys I suppose) to tell all of those undead masses the truth of zombiedom. The truth is that God so loved every stinking last one of us that He stood by as His very own precious boy was brutally (read about it – it is brutal) tortured to death. All that just to ensure that we would have a way to escape our own zombie natures and be set free – never to be blind, undead, flesh rotted, stinking, brain eating zombies again!

I could not have done it. Could I die for someone I love? You bet. Made that decision a long time ago. If it comes to me tasting death in the place of one of a handful I love and cherish I would do it in a second. But if it’s a choice between my son giving his life or you giving yours – I’m sorry but if that’s my choice you’re just gone. But God, who loved His son so much more than we are capable of loving ours made the same choice and you won. Wow.

So tune in. Dig what we have to offer. And get into that sweet spot spiritually the Father wants you to live in.

Jeff