To the excitement of many, this will be my last post on this site (or any other). I have accomplished everything I have set out to do. After months of posting and hours away from my personal life, I have accomplished that which I set out to do. To cover a friend.
If misdirection and misinformation is your purpose, keep it. We are, ultimately, on our own anyway. You have done nothing but create drama. Where none is needed. You hate. You hate Oath Keepers. You hate all Police. You hate this, you hate that. But I don’t see you dong a damn thing which qualifies as sacrifice, which will make a difference. Until you can stand up, and give. Keep it.
On my blog site I put up a quote. It says:
It says, ‘support’. Try it sometime. (I do. And who crucifies me for it? The so-called Patriots!) You might just be surprised. And if you do, and things still do collapse, at least you will know. You will know.
Here is the whole story.
Diogenes and I have known each other for about 8 years now. Met on-line while he was living up in Cincinnati.
I watched him jump, eagerly, into the Patriot community. I watched him give of himself to help organize that which was not possible. What you people call a “tribe”. I watched him invest his meager income and savings into establishing friendships that he would be able to count on. To belong.
He came though here on his way South to attend some so-called Pat-Com bullshit, with so-called Patriots. Paranoid minions. A crew of misfits trying to create either a past time for their own dull lives, or a living that they cannot accomplish in the normal world of work and sacrifice. People who live off of the fear of others. Fears which these parasites not only live off of, but ferment.
When Dio left the blog world for the world of physical preppers and militias he was full of hope. He wanted to ‘make a difference’. He traveled to Texas, met people at a Pat-Com, and then went back to his home in Kentucky. Then, I believe, to Ohio. He met and made friends in each. He was a player.
Then he decided to return to Texas to attend another Pat-Com, and he decided to hang around for a while. To determine if Texas was the place where he wanted to make his stand. He hung around to help a friend in Central Texas. It was during that time that something occurred. I have no idea what happened, but everything changed for him. It had something to do with those of the South. Those of the cesspool area I’ll call Houston. (Actually, just North of Houston in the San Jacinto County area) It was after that, that Dio decided to return to Kentucky. He visited with me, again, on his way back and remained here for several months. He worked and laid out. It seemed that with every passing day, as he made his usual contacts with those he had formed ties with, that things got worse. I never asked, and he was man enough to never tell me what was taking place between him and the others.
Well, Dio eventually did leave here to return home. He had come to the conclusion (on his own) to return home. His Father was waiting. I got the feeling that his Father needed not only Dio’s help, but his company. I might be wrong, but I think that his father is a widower. He patiently waiting for the return of his son. As I watched this from the outside, I wondered if his father had accomplished a feat that I didn’t know if I could have done. Anyway, Dio left.
I have actually had very little coms with him since.
Someone mentioned on a WSRA comment that the little man down South must be having a conflict with the writer of my post ‘To the flamethrowers’. Bingo, partner! You nailed that one.
After Dio returned, Craig (whatever his name is), and Nye, the little immigrant living down South, just kept harping on Dio’s blog site. Ruthlessly attacking him, and anyone who might like Dio.
Did Dio get caught cheating at poker? Did he steal something? I don’t know. It must have been a crime though. A major crime. A felony! Like the kind that I’ve heard Carolyn committed? The way that these two mental midgets were continuing to go after Dio, it must have been.
Then, finally, they turned their childishness onto me. (what’s a year of blogging, when a mission is at stake?) It took place on Dio’s blog, not their own. It was personal. At least I took it that way. Then the cowards began putting up posts off of my blog on their own sites. Accusing me of being racist and whatever they could think up. They put up e-mails (I had quasi-met them through Dio) of correspondence when things were going well between the parties. Then that, half-wit, Carolyn, started in on me. Enough was enough. I finally had what I had set out to do. To flush them out. All they had to do would have been to shut the fuck up.
I don’t normally (not anymore) go looking for trouble, but anyone who knows me, knows not to. I don’t walk away. But I will stay on the field with you like stink on a skunk. Until you squeal. Fear? Yeah, right… I haven’t ever been afraid of any man, and I don’t think I’ll start now. Especially not with jacklegged idiots like I’m now forced to deal with.
Well, eventually, Mr. Man to the South made the mistake of committing a grievous error. He slandered, with preposterous allegations, an entire town, its people, its attorney, its municipal judge, the DPS, and the town’s entire PD. Enough where he will (and should) be brought in to answer his reckless allegations. I (or better yet, the attorney) will decide when to yank this fool down a notch. When she (our attorney is a female) does, it will be right here in Titus County, TX. The home of Ray Price. These allegations, along with their cheap threats, were forwarded on a couple of weeks ago. And the fools keep it up!
Why do I do this, you may ask? Because I can. Because they have made it their business to attack me. To question my ethics and morals as a man. They have attacked everything I have fought for years to stand for. AND because of Dio. You see? Dio, is all of you. He is all of us.
A marine. An American. A man who is divorced. A father who is alone, and never quite been able to overcome the financial setback that created. He is man who still believes in the flag he sacrificed for. He is honorable, intelligent, and willing. He suffers in an unjust world that our government has created (try actually reading the post, to the flamethrowers), that most (from what I can see) were not mentally capable of doing).
And he was lost.
When he returned to Kentucky, he was disillusioned with the ‘Patriots’ (?) he had come to know. It is my understanding that he is trying (one more time) to put life back together. He has taken a decent job, is working diligently. And has ceased blogging. At least to a great extent.
Has he gone black? That remains to be seen. However, as those of you who knew him, know, he has not posted in more frequency than once every two or three weeks. Thanks to the farces in your community, we have lost his input. Good work, you fools.
I know that we (I) have not lost Dio’s friendship or (if I should ever need it) help. He is a player and can handle a rifle with expertise and is still physically able enough to hold a position or maneuver. And that is more than most of you can honestly say.
(Don’t get on their bad sides. Don’t even come near to insulting them. And don’t write anything that would bring their profits or motives into question. AND do not fail to not support them in whatever it is that they profess!)
Back to the jacklegs…
No. I’m not gone away, and I’m not forgetting the idiot to the South. If Carolyn wants a part of this, I will be happy to include him. (just let me know, dumbass) Then everyone can get back on PayPal to bail him out. One more time.
Let it just be known, that they made a mistake. That their foolish macho mouths have finally run them into another man who will not be intimidated. Or wish to avoid them. But someone who will go out of his way to seek them out. The hunters just became the hunted. By one who does not lose. Relishing the contest, I look forward to what will inevitably ensue.
This one’s for you, Dio.
(the photos below were taken when Dio was leaving here on his first trip. Headed South for a better life)
Goodbye, my friend.