Sipsey Street Irregulars: No hoplophobia in evidence then. A different country, a different time. Maybe one day we'll get back there. Maybe.

Sunday, June 30, 2013

No hoplophobia in evidence then. A different country, a different time. Maybe one day we'll get back there. Maybe.

Victory Corps: 1942

August 1942. "Training in marksmanship helps girls at Roosevelt High School in Los Angeles develop into responsible women. Part of Victory Corps activities there, rifle practice encourages girls to be accurate in handling firearms. Practicing on the rifle range in the school's basement."

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Charles N. Steele said...: When I was in junior high we had a "dress up" day where we wore costumes and voted on the best in each class, winners appeared in front on the entire school at an assembly. I went as Teddy Roosevelt as a Rough Rider, carrying a Mattel .30-30 lever action. I believe that's a misdemeanor today. But that was nothing...

Another winner went as General George S. Patton, wore an old army helmet and a Colt SAA .45, a real one. The teachers thought it was great.

We will get back to those times.; June 30, 2013 at 11:04 PM
Anonymous said...: No. Guns are the problem, but immorality is!; June 30, 2013 at 11:17 PM
Roger J said...: I hate to be the "wet blanket" here, but so much damage has been done to the American character and spirit, both through massive immigration without assimilation, and the corrosive effects of agenda-driven public "education" that I fear there is no return. I hope I'm wrong. It is still inspiring to see that photo of young women training to fend off what was then believed to be a very real threat of Japanese invasion. And I have no doubts from the looks on their faces that they WOULD have fought.; July 1, 2013 at 5:59 AM
Anonymous said...: Different time indeed. The high school my parents attended had a rifle club as did most schools in rural areas. When I was in high school it was common to carry our shotguns and rifles to school in the trunks of our cars or behind the seats of our pickups. We would then hunt after school. Depending on whose place we had agreed to hunt at. In times before that it was also common for kids to stash their .22's or single shot shotguns in the coat room. It was common in the era of the one room school house for kids to hunt on the way to school and the way home. That in my humble opinion is when this county started going to hell. When the early Progressives started to shut the one room schools down and put everyone into the Political indoctrination centers we have today. But there is one thing that gives me hope. After a lull in the shooting sports caused by the Progressive ridicule of soldiers, war and guns during the Vietnam war we have seen a steady climb in the number of people getting involved in the shooting sports. More women are shooting now and hunting as well. With the increase in the number of shows on TV that involve the shooting sports I believe that people are rediscovering the past that many of us grew up with. It is a good thing. As they learn the truth it is easier for them to learn to repudiate the lies and BS they have been fed for so long.; July 1, 2013 at 4:25 PM
Anonymous said...: Looking at that picture makes me think I was born about 60 years too late (Born in the 80s).

I sure hope we can get back to those days.; July 1, 2013 at 11:11 PM

"Progress made under the shadow of the policeman's club is false progress."

I believe that liberty is the only genuinely valuable thing that men have invented, at least in the field of government, in a thousand years. I believe that it is better to be free than to be not free, even when the former is dangerous and the latter safe. I believe that the finest qualities of man can flourish only in free air – that progress made under the shadow of the policeman's club is false progress, and of no permanent value. I believe that any man who takes the liberty of another into his keeping is bound to become a tyrant, and that any man who yields up his liberty, in however slight the measure, is bound to become a slave. -- H.L. Mencken

"The Fate of Unborn Millions. . ."

"The time is now near at hand which must probably determine, whether Americans are to be, Freemen, or Slaves; whether they are to have any property they can call their own; whether their Houses, and Farms, are to be pillaged and destroyed, and they consigned to a State of Wretchedness from which no human efforts will probably deliver them. The fate of unborn Millions will now depend, under God, on the Courage and Conduct of this army-Our cruel and unrelenting Enemy leaves us no choice but a brave resistance, or the most abject submission; that is all we can expect-We have therefore to resolve to conquer or die." -- George Washington to his troops before the Battle of Long Island.

"We will not go gently . . ."

This is no small thing, to restore a republic after it has fallen into corruption. I have studied history for years and I cannot recall it ever happening. It may be that our task is impossible. Yet, if we do not try then how will we know it can't be done? And if we do not try, it most certainly won't be done. The Founders' Republic, and the larger war for western civilization, will be lost.

But I tell you this: We will not go gently into that bloody collectivist good night. Indeed, we will make with our defiance such a sound as ALL history from that day forward will be forced to note, even if they despise us in the writing of it.

And when we are gone, the scattered, free survivors hiding in the ruins of our once-great republic will sing of our deeds in forbidden songs, tending the flickering flame of individual liberty until it bursts forth again, as it must, generations later. We will live forever, like the Spartans at Thermopylae, in sacred memory.

-- Mike Vanderboegh, The Lessons of Mumbai:Death Cults, the "Socialism of Imbeciles" and Refusing to Submit, 1 December 2008

"A common language of resistance . . ."

"Colonial rebellions throughout the modern world have been acts of shared political imagination. Unless unhappy people develop the capacity to trust other unhappy people, protest remains a local affair easily silenced by traditional authority. Usually, however, a moment arrives when large numbers of men and women realize for the first time that they enjoy the support of strangers, ordinary people much like themselves who happen to live in distant places and whom under normal circumstances they would never meet. It is an intoxicating discovery. A common language of resistance suddenly opens to those who are most vulnerable to painful retribution the possibility of creating a new community. As the conviction of solidarity grows, parochial issues and aspirations merge imperceptibly with a compelling national agenda which only a short time before may have been the dream of only a few. For many Americans colonists this moment occurred late in the spring of 1774." -- T.H. Breen, The Marketplace of Revolution: How Consumer Politics Shaped American Independence, Oxford University Press, 2004, p.1.

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Sunday, June 30, 2013

No hoplophobia in evidence then. A different country, a different time. Maybe one day we'll get back there. Maybe.

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