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   Ma. On June 21 there will be over 20 anti gun bills presented by our glorious so-called ‘representatives’. Let me give you a little preview of the communistic agenda they would love to force onto all law abiding gun owners of  Ma., this may look fictitious but let me assure you, it is a real attack on our freedoms. Here are four of the more outlandish, from four honest to God clowns, oops, I mean ‘reps’:

1. Senate Bill 1202 by Senator Cynthia Stone Creem (D-Newton), She wants to make it a crime for already licensed, law abiding gun owners who buy more than one large capacity firearm, (10 rounds or more) in any 30 day period punishable to the tune of $5000 dollars and/or, a two and a half year prison term!! Gee that should curb crime….pedophiles are treated better in this state. News Flash Cindy, CRIMINALS cant legally buy guns, they don’t have a gun license because they are CRIMINALS!!  So who would your foolish bill effect Cindy……? Take a guess. Oh, by the way, The Gun Control Act of 1968 already regulates legal gun ownership, maybe you should read it and concentrate your energy on unlawful ownership, as in criminal.   Cynthia.Creem@masenate.gov

2. Senate Bill 1234 by Senator James Timilty (D-Walpole), He wants to ban ammo larger than .22 caliber intended for handguns that have a outer jacket weighing more than 25 percent of the total weight of the projectile. AND he wants to ban ammo made with ANY combination of tungsten alloys (pay attention duck hunters), or made with steel, iron, BRASS,(which takes care of all ammo), bronze, beryllium, copper- (for BB guns and frangible ammo) or depleted uranium for God sakes!   I guess that Dick’s will have to remove its nuclear grade ammo from the shelves… gee. Hey Jimmy boy, Castro is looking for a replacement, why don’t you apply, you would feel right at home there with your agendas.  James.Timilty@masenate.gov

3. House Bill 665 by State Rep.Timothy J. Toomey (D-Cambridge), This wing-nut wants all of us law abiding concealed carry permit holders to turn in a list of every handgun we own along with a valid certificate of insurance with no less than $250,000 dollars of coverage! I will bet the insurance industry is in bed with this nitwit.  Can you say Heil Hitler!!? Really? He wants gun registration? Toomey must have flunked history, not to mention having no clue about the Constitution, and this jackass made it to where he is? Amazing, what a sad reflection he makes on Cambridge! Timothy.Toomey@mahouse.gov

4. House Bill 1561 by State Rep. David Paul Linsky (D-Natick), This guy has a two part bill, one part has already been in place forever, (The National Firearms Act of 1934, 77 years old) I guess no one told Linsky, he wants a serial number on each new gun, and wants them on record with the gun maker. The second part of his bill, (which is impossible) is designed to require all gun makers sending their products to Ma. to design semi auto guns that will micro-stamp each shell casing with the make, model, and serial number when they are fired! Can you say Total Semi-Auto Gun Ban? Very Cute, Clever, Cunning, and Evil on Linsky’s part, as are all these bills. David.Linsky@mahouse.gov

It is always Democrats, (democrat), is that  a cover word?  What they really are, it would seem, is anti American, socialist ‘progressives’ bent on disarming honest America so that they may then ride roughshod over the rest of the hated Constitution. First they need to rid it of the Second Amendment! And to think Ma. was once the ‘cradle of freedom’! That idea is long dead and gone…….

Check this link, http://www.nraila.org/Legislation/Read.aspx?ID=6925  then call your ‘Reps’ to warn them that if they pass this BS they will be creating a very new breed of non compliant criminal, and that they can all pound sand with their pipe dreams of disarmament! They do not, never have, and never will have a mandate from Americans to strip us of our Second Amendment, or right to self defense, yet these morons pretend they do. Who the hell do these empty suits think they are!? Really? I think we know them for what they are. These people do not rate the title ‘Honorable’. The laws they dream up are criminal!

  Now a word from two real Patriots who would have considered these people ‘Tory’s. Tory’s were the enemys from ‘within’ in their day. Today it seems to be democrat’s.

   “Guard with jealous attention the public liberty. Suspect everyone who approaches that jewel. Unfortunately, nothing will preserve it but downright force. Whenever you give up that force you are ruined.” –PATRICK HENRY–

   “We are right to be alarmed at the first experiment upon our liberties. Americans have the right and advantage of being armed; unlike the citizens of other countries whose governments are afraid to trust the people with arms.” –JAMES MADISON–

Submitted by Mark Shean on 6-19-2011 www.mafirearmsafety.com

Committee Members: Senate & House, (D) James.Timilty@masenate.gov   (D) Michael.Moore@masenate.gov  (D) Katherine.Clark@masenate.gov  (D) James.Welch@masenate.gov  (D) Mark.Montigny@masenate.gov  (R) Richard.Ross@masenate.gov

(D) Bruce.Ayers@mahouse.gov  (D) Cleon.Turner@mahouse.gov  (D) Brian.Ashe@mahouse.gov  (D) Rhonda.Nyman@mahouse.gov  (R) Nicholas.Boldyga@mahouse.gov  (D) David.Torrisi@mahouse.gov  (D) Linda.DeanCampbell@mahouse.gov  (D) James.Dwyer@mahouse.gov  (R) David.Vieira@mahouse.gov  (D) Michael.Brady@mahouse.gov  (D) Harold.Naughton@mahouse.gov

 There are 14 Democrats and only 3 Republicans on this so-called ‘joint’ committee, how does that make you feel about your freedoms being protected? If these ‘servants’ represent you contact them. Remind them who they work for and of the oath they took. Timilty is one of these members, he submitted bill 1234, can you say conflict of interest?

    The following are some experiences and feelings of the times I have had and shared at the ‘camp’ over the decades, (built in ’42’) as written on a fall evening in 2000, during hunting season at my camp on St. Froid Lake, Northern Maine:

   My thoughts oftentimes turn to the camp throughout the year. The place is a serene refuge within my mind that helps to counter stress, a retreat that relaxes me and lifts my spirit from the dull routine. It would be difficult for me to imagine the camp not being there. As long as I can remember, this retreat has been a part of my life, and will hopefully remain a part of my future. It is a rustic place in its simplicity, maybe this more than anything else is why I am drawn to it.

The camp was never intended to be more than it is. The only improvements should be maintenance, nothing more, Grampy told me that years ago. I agree. With all the worlds ever changing technology and constantly faster pace, the camp remains a still picture of old. Hewn from rough timber, a refreshing remnant of times past, times that now in the greater scheme of things, are all but forgotten.

I love the sight of the lake as a sudden storm whips the surface into whitecaps, when the boom of thunder and the crack of lightning fills the sky over the adjacent hills. The sky by night, enormous, unfettered from artificial lights, one can see clearly an amazing and limitless number of stars, a very different sky from what I view back home. On a cool early morning I have enjoyed the beautiful Aurora Borealis shimmering across the heavens with my son.

The air is clean and crisp in October, filled with the fragrant aroma of pine. The eyes are dazzled by Jack Frost’s artistry among the hardwoods, this is my favorite time here. A calm cool morning with the lake mirroring the hills. The eerie lullaby of a loon as he calls his mate on the mist laden lake at dusk, and the equally eerie reply. Listening to sounds coyotes make while ‘talking’ among themselves somewhere back in the woods, or the occasional wolf howl echoing around the lake seeking a response deep into the night. Spying the silhouette of a mighty bull moose by the mouth of fish river moments before dawn, or the brief glimpse of our national symbol traversing his lofty heights. The deep raspy call of a raven or the whistle of a midnight freight train at Cushmans Crossing, with its soon to follow rumble and clatter as it passes behind the camp, the sound slowly receding into the night down ’round’ the bend.

I feel right at home when I step off a dirt road or train track and the familiar forest closes around me. I may follow a crystal clear murmuring brook and see speckled trout dart into the shadows beneath the banks. I have watched the partridge drumming in the deep woods as he played to an audience of one or more hens roosted in the pines, and listened to the nocturnal, cavernous croaking, of huge bullfrogs among the water lilies at the mouth of the river. The absence of electricity bothers me not a bit, I do not come here for creature comforts, but rather for the comfort I get from seeing so many of God’s varied creatures and creations. All of these things add to the allure of the camp for me.

A canoe is my choice of travel on the water, and due to its silent advance I have observed many a moose, deer and other critters around the ‘next’ bend by hugging the rivers edge. It was from an Old Town canoe my younger brothers and later my son were all able to spy their first moose up close and personal. My youngest brother Art and I narrowly avoided an angry cow moose advancing on our canoe in defense of her calf. My son and his friend Eddie were with me as we rounded a bend on the back channel and came upon a stodgy black bear as it rapidly churned the water crossing a submerged beaver dam to escape, got a picture. From a canoe we have seen river otter playing their watery games and watched startled beaver slap the water with their broad tails in hasty retreat. With a little stealth a canoe can bring you these sights and more.

The brief times I have spent at the camp with relatives, and the times spent there alone, the pleasure of being in the company of old friends, and new, the sharing of fishing yarns and hunting tales next to the warmth of the old pot bellied stove are treasured. I thought I knew my way around until one snowy November day when I followed the fresh tracks of a huge buck, (found just three yards from the porch) he gave me a grand tour from before sunrise to after sunset. I spooked him from three beds and only got one glimpse of his majesty as the last light of day departed the forest, it made my day. I never crossed another human footprint. I finally came out of the woods, about ten miles down the tracks, and eventually arrived back to the camp to meet a worried looking George Wild sometime after 10 PM.

The sun sets early don’t ya know, so out comes a cribbage board, checkers or chess, or simply a book to wile away the time. maybe some tall tales told to wide eyed youngsters as we roast marshmallows and hot-dogs around the campfire at twilight. Some will remember the call of Bigfoot echoing across the lake as he returns bent on destruction, or the ghost of the Swede! Others may recall the dreaded Billiard!!! (no one was quite sure what a billiard was but when someone at night screamed that it was coming it scared the hell out of us kids). And then there are no end to practical  jokes, with a knew one hatched every visit from some twisted mind, (a tradition). Time to hit the hay, and the deep ‘tick tock’ of the old clock lulling you to sleep, your ‘night light’ is a slow burning candle throwing spooky shadows over the rafters. Then there are Sunday ‘turkey shoots’ at the town of Eagle Lake to pit your skills against the locals, (I won a few over the years). The smell of brook trout or smelt rolled in a mixture of cornmeal and flour sizzling on an iron skillet atop the wood stove, mmmm!

Old times reminisced, new times planed, it has all been, and will continue to be enjoyed by me. Savoring a piece of my wifes famous apple pie, or homemade oatmeal raision cookies, or still hunting deer along the base of Hedge Hog mountain, taking wingshots at partridge, or just chopping wood for the stove to fend off the northern nights, drawing cold pure spring water from the small well for all our cooking needs, as there is no indoor plumbing. I feel like I fit the place, gas lights, outhouse and all. If your of a mind to ice fish, have at it if you dare brave that time of year, Grampy did. There are many reasons, some too intangible to put into words as to why I love the place.

The trip up flies, the knowledge that I must leave and return to work makes the return trip drag. But still, I am always happy to see my wife’s smile upon returning. I guess there really is no place like home after all. ‘Harry’, mounted on the wall, will keep a glass eye on the camp until the next visit.

The camp is a place to momentarily slow down our lives and enjoy natures intricacies, (cell phones don’t even work here). Many have visited through the years since Grampy built it in ’42’. I appreciate the camp and all this simple place offers. It may not be to every one’s liking, but if I were to sum it up with one word, it would be ‘priceless’.

Written by Mark Shean, 11-15-2000

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   Corporal Dipp Rasad Pun, age 31, a Nepali (Gurkha) soldier of the 1st Battalion Royal Gurkha Rifles under British command in Afghanistan, single handily killed more than 30 Taliban fighters as his checkpoint came under a concentrated attack. During the furious action in the time span of fifteen minutes Corporal Pun fired approximately 400 rounds, threw 17 grenades, detonated a claymore mine, and when he had exhausted his ammo used the tripod from his machine gun to club an insurgent that was climbing over the wall. When reinforcements arrived the fighting was already over.

   For his actions Corporal Pun was awarded the Conspicuous Gallantry Cross, ( CGC ) second only to Britain’s highest award, the Victoria Cross. His Medal Citation said he saved the lives of three of his comrades at the checkpoint by his actions.

  “At the time I wasn’t worried, there wasn’t any choice but to fight. The Taliban were all around the checkpoint, I was alone. I had so many of them around me that I thought I was definitely going to die, so I thought I would kill as many of them as I could before they killed me, I wasn’t scared“.

NOTE: The Gurkha are renowned for their ferocity in battle, my only question is why he did not receive the Victoria Cross?  May it be because he is not British?  He is a true hero in the strictest sense of the word, and our news media did not even cover the story.

Submitted 6-6-2011, Mark Shean