Liberal Wacko, Montana Division

Over it.
January 8, 2007, 3:41 pm
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That’s it for blogging. Maybe I’ll do more later.

Thanks to everyone who has contributed to this effort. Special thanks to Rob and Shane.

Good night and good grief.


“Build it!” is not the most popular bumper sticker in Mexico.
January 2, 2007, 6:30 pm
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Ok…one last post about Mexico.

I was unsure what to expect when I got off the plane in Puerto Vallarta. Most of what we are exposed to when it comes to Mexico is negative. So let me tell you about the good and the bad that I experienced in my brief stay.

The people of Mexico were kind and helpful, willing to put up with my linguistic ignorance (I should have taken the time to learn some Spanish), and their culture is one based in Christianity (Mostly Catholic, I believe). This is evident not only in the art displayed and sold by the locals, but also in their kindness and welcoming demeanor. They are not the mean spirited, divisive, politically driven right wing type Christians that are abundant here…they are devoted to the meaning of Christianity and living by its teachings.

We gringos head to mexico for a number of reasons…the beautiful beaches, sunny weather, excellent food (!), etc. Mexico offers us something we want, and the people of Mexico invite us in. Immigrants from Mexico head to America because we have something to offer…jobs and decent pay for a days work.

If Mexico did not benefit in some way from our presence there, they would not want us to come. If we did not offer something to them here in America, they would not come. If we did not benefit in some way from their presence, their would be nothing available here for them. But we do offer them something…and then complain when they come.

I was relieved to be welcomed in a country of which we so often speak ill, especially about its people. I imagined how I would feel watching a truck full of Mexicans drive by with a “Gut shoot ’em at the border” bumper sticker. What if my family depended on me to bring home the basics of survival from a country that both offered me employment and told me to get out? What would be the “Christian” thing to do? Build a fence, of course. 

Whoops, I just noticed the soapbox I was standing on. Please excuse me.

As I was saying, the people of Mexico were very kind. We ate some of the best food I have ever tasted…actual food without preservatives and chemicals and hormones. If it weren’t for many long walks along the amazing beaches I may have gained ten pounds. I grew fond of Pacifico and lime Margaritas on the rocks. Night life is centered around the town square, where various performers entertained crowds with drumming and dancing and big honkin’ firecrackers.

The unpaved streets were crowded with pedestrians, cars, motorcycles, and dogs, all vying for space, with dogs being the usual losers. Do not go to Mexico if you are a “dog person”. While I never witnessed a dog hit by a car, I saw some injured animals having a tough go of life on the streets. I saw no evident poverty…the town of Sayulita is growing and the residents seem to be doing well.

How fortunate we are to share borders with Mexico to our south, and Canada to our north.

I hope to go back to Mexico some day.  Unless they build a fence.

Sayulita, Nayarit, Mexico
January 1, 2007, 2:13 pm
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Brrr… we just returned to Montana from the sunny beaches of Mexico after Christmas vacation in Sayulita, Nayarit.

Sayulita is a small town about 40 miles north of Puerto Vallarta that has managed to avoid the resort town development evident in Vallarta. The food was amazing, the locals kind and helpful, and the weather was sunny and hot.


My daughter hitches a ride with a dolphin!


Watching pelicans fly by.


The beach.


Our front porch, Christmas morning.


Heading for the surf.

Merry (war on) Christmas!
December 12, 2006, 9:05 am
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I heard an interview on NPR a couple of weeks ago about blogging. I can’t remember who was being interviewed, but in regards to blogging he said, “If everybody is talking, who is left to listen?”

I have decided to listen, just for a while. In the mean time, I will be attending Chistmas parties, going to Mexico, and hanging out with my family for the holidays.

See ya next year.

Someone tell the MSM!
November 22, 2006, 8:00 pm
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The image below was sent to me today with a note that said: “Would someone please pass this on to the mainstream media? I Would rather read (and see) this than all the other stuff!

We all know that “mainstream media” is code for “liberal media.” The image is indeed powerful. Two people in a war zone finding comfort in the embrace of each other. But did the sender actually read the caption? 

Take a moment to read it. The image tugs at your heart, but the story behind it is one of unspeakable horror:


Air force Chief Master Sgt. John Gebhardt, of the 332nd Expeditionary Medical Group at Balad, Iraq, cradles a young girl as they both sleep in the hospital. The girl’s entire family was executed by insurgents; the killers shot her in the head as well. The girl received treatment at the U.S. military hospital in Balad, but cries and moans often. According to nurses at the facility, Gephardt is the only one who can calm down the girl, so he has spent the last several nights holding her while they both sleep in a chair.

I am not certain what the sender of the email wanted the MSM to know about. Did they find this picture uplifting? Was it viewed as good news from Iraq? We are winning the war? I am not sure what they got out of it. What I got out of it was war destroys lives.

The lost season
November 16, 2006, 8:08 pm
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For the past several years my life has been put on hold from late October through November so that I may participate in the ritual of hunting. I call it a ritual because we as humans no longer must hunt to survive, for the most part…we do it for sport, for the challenge, for some inexpensive meat in the freezer.

We still purchase hambuger, steaks, sausage, etc. from the grocer, and leave the business of killing to someone else.

Many hunters live for the kill. I derive pleasure from the entire experience. Watching the weather channel as I sip coffee and dress myself for whatever conditions may present themselves when I enter the wilderness. Double checking my equipment: orange vest, GPS, hat and gloves, snacks, matches (just in case), and most importantly my rifle and ammunition ( I have heard horrible stories about the guy dumbass who got to his hunting spot only to realize he had forgotten his rifle, or bullets).

Then comes the actual hunt. First, a nerve-wracking drive up a road that only an obsessed person would dare to take. Then the frozen mountainside. Only the sound of my footsteps in the snow and the lodgepole pines creaking in the breeze. Telling myself that if I were an elk, this is just the kind of hell-hole I would live in. The whole time that small rush of adrenaline from the knowledge that at any moment I could see the powerful bull elk, and take its life.

I have not yet had that bull elk present itself to me. It is still just wishful thinking, and I spend most of my time hunting mule deer.

Last year my daughter went hunting with me, and for the first time in all of our hunts together, we spotted a nice mule deer buck. I whispered for her to follow me, and to be very quiet. I found my spot, and took aim at the nice four by four buck, standing broadside less than 200 yards from us. It was then that she whispered to me, “Dad, you’re not going to kill him, are you?” I could hear in her voice that the sight of this majestic animal being shot was something she was not ready for. I worried about making a bad shot, leading to a prolonged and painful death for the animal, and a traumatic experience for my daughter. I lowered my rifle, and we watched it disappear into the trees.

I went back the next day, alone, and took my buck.

I spent every weekend in the mountains, and took some days off work to boot. I lived for the hunt. But something is different this year. I went out on opening day for a couple of hours, but have not gone since. My Browning 7mm STW sits unused. My usual passion for the sport has cooled this year, so I am wondering fellow hunters…has this ever happened to you? 

November 14, 2006, 8:59 pm
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I find myself repulsed by all things political at the moment, therefore I will be taking a break from political subjects for a short while.

Maybe writing about something else for a while will help me detox.

I have joined the crew over at Montana Netroots and will be posting there when the poison is purged from my system, but for now…anything you want to talk about?