Sorry for the delay in posting yet another riveting article on guns and/or the Second Amendment. Given last week's unfortunate shooting incident, our office has been slammed with phone calls, interviews, and the like ... while short staffed at the same time. I know, that doesn't mean that much to you, but it's my excuse nonetheless.
Whenever a mass shooting occurs, GOC and GOA get bombarded with phone calls from reporters who want quotes on why we still think the Second Amendment is important and others who want interviews to provoke discussion on the gun issue. Yesterday, our Executive Director, Sam Paredes, participated in a debate with Ben Van Houghton of the Law Center to Prevent Gun Violence on News10 in Sacramento.
Watch the debate and tell us who you think won! (My favorite part is when Sam leans in and corrects Mr. Van Houghton on his facts)
http://www.news10.net/video/default.aspx?bctid=1750206529001&odyssey=mod|newswell|text|FRONTPAGE|featured
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Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Friday, June 22, 2012
From the Desk of the Founder
For those of you who weren't around when our founder, Senator H.L. Richardson, occupied his seat in the California State Senate, you may not know that he is also a very talented writer. His writings always provide a valuable lesson or point of insight in regards to politics, conservatism, and the Second Amendment. He's daring in what he says and he has no shame for his honesty.
At 83 years old, his passion is still inspiring.
SO, since I am too often distracted by other responsibilities, I thought that I might post some of his writings on here. I'll pick quotes from here and there, turn a longer article into a series, or even include clips from his books (which can be purchased here) . I hope you find his writings interesting and helpful. He has a passion for teaching conservative principles and motivating action, and he communicates is passion in every word he pens!
Today, a short story about coyote droppings:
At 83 years old, his passion is still inspiring.
SO, since I am too often distracted by other responsibilities, I thought that I might post some of his writings on here. I'll pick quotes from here and there, turn a longer article into a series, or even include clips from his books (which can be purchased here) . I hope you find his writings interesting and helpful. He has a passion for teaching conservative principles and motivating action, and he communicates is passion in every word he pens!
Today, a short story about coyote droppings:
Coyote Droppings
History does repeat itself, often in the strangest ways—especially when dealing with the most gullible of dupes—the misinformed humanoid. Let me give you a pithy example from the pages of Western lore.
On an early spring morning in 1874, a thousand painted warriors gathered on the high breaks of the Canadian River, in the upper reaches of the Texas Panhandle. They were there to scalp the “white eyes”; the twenty-eight buffalo hunters camped below. The place was called “Adobe Walls,” nothing more than several crudely thrown together sod structures in a open flat - surrounded on three sides by flat topped bluffs. Waiting for the early light, hidden behind the surrounding ridges were close to a thousand Comanche, Arapaho, Kiowa and Cheyenne braves, eager to surprise the buffalo hunters asleep in the valley below.
The painted savages were extremely confident and excited at the prospect of having a scalp dance that night and why not? They had been convinced by Ishatai, the Comanche medicine man, that victory was assured because his “medicine” was great. The Indians believed he had great puha [that’s power]. The Comanche prophet had predicted that no harm could possibly come to any of them. His medicine was so strong that bullets bounced off of him and he, the great Ishatai, would give his “medicine," his protective power, to each brave.
The highly superstitious braves believed Ishatai, whose name by the way, translated into English, means Coyote Droppings or Wolf’s Rear End.
However, things didn’t quite go as expected. The buffalo hunters were not asleep and as soon as the attack began, there were dead and wounded Indians scattered all around the mud dwellings. Coyote Droppings, covered with yellow war paint, sat on his white war pony nearly a mile away, observing the fight, not once venturing near the battle. The father of a downed brave taunted Ishatai to rescue his wounded son. “Why not ride into the fray since you said that bullets couldn’t hurt you?” The medicine man didn’t move a muscle, that is, not until Billy Dixon, one of the buffalo hunters, cut loose with his 50-caliber Sharps rifle from over 1500 yards away, knocking the Indian next to Coyote Droppings off his horse.
It was a bad day for the Indians and for Wolf’s Rear End’s “medicine”. The “white eyes” survived.
You would think that the medicine man would have been run out of the tribe for being such a lousy prophet but Coyote Droppings had someone else to blame. He explained that it wasn’t his fault. Some dirty Indian killed a skunk on the way to the fight and that nefarious act broke the spell, jinxing his magic thereby allowing the bullets to kill.
Believe it or not, the superstitious Indians bought this whopper. Ishatai continued to be a respected Comanche chief and medicine man until his death, many, many years later.
Primate lore is filled with examples of witch doctors and medicine men that claimed to possess puha. This “power”--- the medicine men acquired from dreams. More often than not, their ticket to dreamland was through fasting or chewing the drug peyote. They would then tell the tribe their dreams, saying they had just had communion with the gods. Such men will always succeed whenever you have superstitious, primitive and gullible natives who believe such things.
Little wonder such primitive customs and beliefs were dumped in the trashcan of history by Americans -- or were they? Has much changed from the 1880’s? One wonders when we view our fellow Americans gullibly swallowing the newest “spin” dished out by the modern day medicine men posing as a “consensus of scientists’ backed by the United Nations and hawked by “objective” reporters, TV commentators, and led by left-wing politicians who see another great way to enlarge government. These “spin masters” don’t need peyote to dream up images for the masses to consume, all they need is enough gullible uneducated fools who believe “it can happen here.”
“Global Warming” anyone?
On an early spring morning in 1874, a thousand painted warriors gathered on the high breaks of the Canadian River, in the upper reaches of the Texas Panhandle. They were there to scalp the “white eyes”; the twenty-eight buffalo hunters camped below. The place was called “Adobe Walls,” nothing more than several crudely thrown together sod structures in a open flat - surrounded on three sides by flat topped bluffs. Waiting for the early light, hidden behind the surrounding ridges were close to a thousand Comanche, Arapaho, Kiowa and Cheyenne braves, eager to surprise the buffalo hunters asleep in the valley below.
The painted savages were extremely confident and excited at the prospect of having a scalp dance that night and why not? They had been convinced by Ishatai, the Comanche medicine man, that victory was assured because his “medicine” was great. The Indians believed he had great puha [that’s power]. The Comanche prophet had predicted that no harm could possibly come to any of them. His medicine was so strong that bullets bounced off of him and he, the great Ishatai, would give his “medicine," his protective power, to each brave.
The highly superstitious braves believed Ishatai, whose name by the way, translated into English, means Coyote Droppings or Wolf’s Rear End.
However, things didn’t quite go as expected. The buffalo hunters were not asleep and as soon as the attack began, there were dead and wounded Indians scattered all around the mud dwellings. Coyote Droppings, covered with yellow war paint, sat on his white war pony nearly a mile away, observing the fight, not once venturing near the battle. The father of a downed brave taunted Ishatai to rescue his wounded son. “Why not ride into the fray since you said that bullets couldn’t hurt you?” The medicine man didn’t move a muscle, that is, not until Billy Dixon, one of the buffalo hunters, cut loose with his 50-caliber Sharps rifle from over 1500 yards away, knocking the Indian next to Coyote Droppings off his horse.
It was a bad day for the Indians and for Wolf’s Rear End’s “medicine”. The “white eyes” survived.
You would think that the medicine man would have been run out of the tribe for being such a lousy prophet but Coyote Droppings had someone else to blame. He explained that it wasn’t his fault. Some dirty Indian killed a skunk on the way to the fight and that nefarious act broke the spell, jinxing his magic thereby allowing the bullets to kill.
Believe it or not, the superstitious Indians bought this whopper. Ishatai continued to be a respected Comanche chief and medicine man until his death, many, many years later.
Primate lore is filled with examples of witch doctors and medicine men that claimed to possess puha. This “power”--- the medicine men acquired from dreams. More often than not, their ticket to dreamland was through fasting or chewing the drug peyote. They would then tell the tribe their dreams, saying they had just had communion with the gods. Such men will always succeed whenever you have superstitious, primitive and gullible natives who believe such things.
Little wonder such primitive customs and beliefs were dumped in the trashcan of history by Americans -- or were they? Has much changed from the 1880’s? One wonders when we view our fellow Americans gullibly swallowing the newest “spin” dished out by the modern day medicine men posing as a “consensus of scientists’ backed by the United Nations and hawked by “objective” reporters, TV commentators, and led by left-wing politicians who see another great way to enlarge government. These “spin masters” don’t need peyote to dream up images for the masses to consume, all they need is enough gullible uneducated fools who believe “it can happen here.”
“Global Warming” anyone?
Written by Senator H.L. Richardson, 2008
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Amazon
Being a non-profit, member based organization, we are always looking for new and innovative ways to raise more money ... we may be a little behind at times, but with new technology always emerging, we are doing our best to keep up.
(This is the point at which you are more than welcome to chime in with offers to help in our fundraising effort ... just sayin')
With the increase of online businesses, there are more opportunities to raise money or increase funds through businesses like Amazon. We have recently joined the Amazon Associates Program, which enables us to make money off of particular products purchased through simple advertisements on our website.
We understand that you can barely navigate from one website to another without being bombarded with advertisements, and rest assured, we don't want to do that to our members. However, we will use this opportunity to showcase items that might actually be of interest to our gun loving members.
So, the next time you want to browse Amazon for the latest hunting or gun gear, use our website as a portal! You will be helping raise money to protect your gun rights! And why not do that, just by shopping online?!
(See the rolling add on the sidebar of our website or the link under the "Media" tab) Or click on the banner below!
(This is the point at which you are more than welcome to chime in with offers to help in our fundraising effort ... just sayin')
With the increase of online businesses, there are more opportunities to raise money or increase funds through businesses like Amazon. We have recently joined the Amazon Associates Program, which enables us to make money off of particular products purchased through simple advertisements on our website.
We understand that you can barely navigate from one website to another without being bombarded with advertisements, and rest assured, we don't want to do that to our members. However, we will use this opportunity to showcase items that might actually be of interest to our gun loving members.
So, the next time you want to browse Amazon for the latest hunting or gun gear, use our website as a portal! You will be helping raise money to protect your gun rights! And why not do that, just by shopping online?!
(See the rolling add on the sidebar of our website or the link under the "Media" tab) Or click on the banner below!
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Fighting Gnomes
I bet these armed garden gnomes will do their job at protecting your yard from pests and critters alike!
In fact, I hope they fight off more than just garden pests!
This was a fun article to find, in the midst of our busy week since the legislature came back!
Read more: http://www.metro.co.uk/weird/872437-gnomes-with-guns-take-garden-pest-control-up-a-notch#ixzz1VEVR9Ygs
Read more ...
In fact, I hope they fight off more than just garden pests!
This was a fun article to find, in the midst of our busy week since the legislature came back!
Gnomes with guns take garden pest control up a notch
Paws in the air or we'll shoot... that's the mission these platoon of gun-toting, garden-protecting gnomes have been given by their creator, former US Naval reserve officer Shawn Thorsson.
Known as the 'combat garden gnomes', these favourite back-garden ornaments have been given a total overhaul that has turned them into a lean green fighting machine.
Foxes, rats, squirrels and other outdoor pests are in the cross-hairs of hand painted AK-47s - and you can be sure they're not afraid to use them.
The idea to create the unit was formulated when Mr Thorsson was serving in Afghanistan and received a joke present of toy army men.
'Someone sent me a package of those cheap plastic green army men as a gag,' explained the 34-year-old from Petaluma, California.
'I did some searching online and found that there were no blue plastic sailors. I felt unrepresented so I sent away for some materials and spent a couple of nights sculpting out little sailors.
'Some months later I was out at sea on a container ship and had a lot more down time.
'I was mulling over what else I could do with little green plastic army men. I was also thinking of sculpting out some comical garden gnomes.
'It didn't take long before these two ideas merged and I started sketching out Combat Garden Gnomes.'
Read more: http://www.metro.co.uk/weird/872437-gnomes-with-guns-take-garden-pest-control-up-a-notch#ixzz1VEVR9Ygs
Read more ...
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Hi, my name is ...
It's nice to meet you.
We are Gun Owners of California.
And this is who we are:
An intro is better late than never, right?
We are Gun Owners of California.
And this is who we are:
An intro is better late than never, right?
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