An Open Letter to President Trump

Dear President Trump:

You are about to lose a great deal of support and I don’t want to see that happen.

I am horrified to know that you are going to stab the American people in the back once again with regards to our right to “keep and bear arms,” which is what keeps us FREE as Americans. We have fought for you, supported you and defended you these last three and a half years. Did you lie to us to get our votes?

Is it true you are going to go against your many promises to uphold, defend and protect our unique Second Amendment rights, by signing an overreaching and unconstitutional “Red Flag” anti-gun bill into law? Is it also true that you fully intend to confirm, as your next Attorney General, that un-American, anti-Second Amendment, anti-Rule of Law hack William P. Barr? The same William P. Barr who recently told rabidly anti-gun Senator Dianne Feinstein during his Senate confirmation hearing…

“I also think we need to push along the ERPOs [Gun Confiscation Orders], so we have red flag laws to supplement the use of the background check… This is the single most important thing I think we can do in the gun control area to stop these massacres from happening in the first place.”

Mr. President, this is NOT what we voted for and this is NOT what you promised us.

Let me remind you sir, you swore an oath to uphold, defend and protect The Declaration of Independence, The United States Constitution, and our precious Bill of Rights. And We the People must demand that you honor that oath to the letter.

Are you unfamiliar with the 5th & 14th Amendments to the Constitution, which specifically guarantee an individual’s right to Due Process under the law? Please take a moment to review these absolutely necessary (if we are to remain a FREE country) rights…

Fifth Amendment: “No person shall be…deprived of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor shall private property be taken for public use, without just compensation.”

Fourteenth Amendment: “No state shall make or enforce any law which shall abridge the privileges or immunities of citizens of the United States; nor shall any state deprive any person of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor deny to any person within its jurisdiction the equal protection of the laws.”

And let’s not forget that pesky little 4th Amendment, Mr. President.

Fourth Amendment: ” The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized.”

Or the Amendment, which protects all other Amendments in our Bill of Rights, the 2nd Amendment.

Second Amendment: “A well regulated militia, being necessary to the security of a free state, the right of the people to keep and bear arms, shall not be infringed.”

Do you honestly believe the Progressives who run congress, whether they’re Democrat or Republican, are going to be satisfied in their quest to completely deny American citizens their right to “keep and bear arms,” with this un-Constitutional and un-American piece of “Red Flag” legislation?

No. They will NEVER be satisfied until every law-abiding American is stripped of their Constitutionally protected firearms and the Second Amendment is abolished completely and forever.

President Trump, firearms themselves are NOT the cause of mass shootings and violence in America. Each of these inanimate objects is incapable of inflicting any sort of damage to an individual or individuals without the help of a person or persons input. This is based on rational thought and common sense. Even if an individual is suspected to be mentally incompetent, by a trained psychiatrist or psychologist, that does not give you, or our government, the right to seize an individual’s firearms, before the law of Due Process, protected under the 5th & 14th Amendments, has taken place.

You and I both know that these horrific shooting events would never occur if it weren’t for “Gun Free” zones and laws that PROHIBIT concealed carry. If schools allowed highly trained teachers and staff to conceal carry and made it known “our teachers may be armed and will use whatever force is necessary to protect students;” logic, reason and common sense tells us that these events would almost NEVER happen. The only reason these troubled people dare to enter a school or a church or a movie theater with the purpose of taking innocent lives, is because they know the people inside are defenseless. They are cowards and would never enter if they knew they would be faced with armed citizens. It’s infuriating that the solution is so simple and yet, we are shouted down by the progressive left and the “fake news” media, playing on America’s emotions to further their agenda, instead of PROTECTING our children WITH our Constitutional rights!

When questioned on the subject of “common sense gun solutions,” I believe your exact words were, “take the firearms first, and then go to court…I like taking the guns early…to go to court would have taken a long time…but take the guns first, go through due process second.”

You made a pledge during your State of the Union speech that Socialism would never take hold in America. And we all cheered our strong president, who bravely spoke what was on all of our minds. Well, President Trump, what you just proposed is not only Socialism, it is well on its way to being Totalitarianism…and that, Mr. President, is called treason.

If you choose to ignore this request of the American people, who have supported you all this time, and proceed with your decisions to implement “Red Flag” gun laws, and the appointment of William P. Barr as your next Attorney General, I can promise you beyond the shadow of a doubt, you will immediately feel the backlash of MILLIONS of Liberty loving gun owners in America.

The Left will stop at nothing in their quest to disarm America and we must defeat them, at every turn, starting NOW.

I implore you, President Trump. Please reconsider these ill-advised decisions, and instead, stand firm in your convictions to protect our Second Amendment at all costs. The future of your presidency, our country, and our FREEDOMS are at stake.


An American Patriot

The Lost Prairie Chronicles #15 – How I Met Your Mother

I was between ships back then, and I was a bit tired of sailing anyway. I joined the service at 17 after the service I went to work for MSTS, American President Lines, Lykes Brothers Lines and Standard Oil Company. I’d been all over the world by that time and I’m going to leave a bunch of holes in my early history. Too long to relate here…… but suffice it to say I was tired of being at sea all the time, so…….. I signed off and went ashore to find a job to occupy my time. By this time I was around 32 years old. Maybe 33,.. can’t remember.

Having left home at 17 I had signed on my first ship, so I’ve never had a problem with just jumping into something new feet first.

I was on the west coast and I picked up a newspaper to look at the job section. I saw an ad that captured my imagination, and it was in an area of expertise of which I had no clue. “Exotic Bird and Reptile Shop Manager wanted” Yup. All I had to do was become knowledgeable in both areas within 5 days. (oh boy) I had called and made an appointment with the owner for the following Wednesday morning. This was Friday morning, so I headed for the library and checked out 4 books. Three on Pscittacene types, nomenclature, diets, breeding habits in captivity, health maintenance and one on reptiles and their diseases.

(Short jump to the following Wednesday) I was a copious reader back then and I had actually absorbed the basics on commonly available pet store Parrots, Macaws, Parakeets, Canarys and finches along with a number of Lizards including Monitors, Geckos and commonly available snakes.

The secret to managing that kind of an interview is to guide the conversation yourself, injecting facts and statements about the pets I could see upon entering the shop. Make hard, fast statements about diets, basic Pscittacene breeding habits, maintenance of terrariums and anything else you can recall. NEVER make the mistake of putting forth things of which you have no knowledge whatsoever because the owner just might know that subject matter.

In my case the owner knew far less that I would have imagined, and to my utter amazement, I got the job!!

Long section short……… I continued my reading in the evenings and got a lot of practical knowledge from the 3 lady employees who did maintain all of the animals. Only one of them was suspicious as she handled the reptiles, but within two months she was a believer and a fan. (It pays to read and be a reasonable, friendly manager)

I knew the in-house pet groomer had run an ad for an all-breed grooming assitant because I had approved the ad, but promptly forgot about it. Then came………. the DAY!

I heard the groomer talking to someone outside my office door and she told the applicant to wait outside until she could talk to me and make time for an interview. The groomer liked her, and I stuck my head around the corner to see who she was talking about and there…….. swaying down the aisle away from me, was the most incredible derierre I’d ever seen in my life! Holy camoles!! Chauvenist though it may sound, I knew it was going to be very difficult not to hire her! And………… I didn’t not hire her. And her name was Lyn………….. Rosemary, Latigo and Amanda’s future Mother.

Mom at 17, just before she met Dad.
Still 17 and………

A few months went by before I asked her to accompany me to a local contest. Beautiful Salukis, Borzois, Afghans, Greyhounds and a few other pertinent breeds were “coursing”….. chasing an artificial rabbit through a pulley rigged course, and we were on our first date.

Lyn appeared to be awfully young, so I had looked at her employment profile. The solitary time I’ve ever known Lyn to fabricate anything at all was on that document. She had graduated high school very early and had assumed that at her true age she’d not be hired…… and she was right.

I felt strange dating a 20something year old at my age, but it was just a date, but that date turned into more dates, and still more dates until…… I fell in love with your Ma.

Lyn’s parents are old country people, Great Britian, to be exact, and I recognized there was a protocol. I opted to speak to her father as her mother’s accent was not always easy for me to understand, that and her being nearly 6′ tall and an overpowering presence, so I made an appointment to speak to him asking his daughter’s hand in marriage.

He asked a few cursory questions and, to my utter amazement, he agreed! I had thought that a 30something asking for the hand of a 20something would be out of the question for them.

Things were put in motion, and it appeared there was a clear road ahead, until………. I received a letter from the county explaining that we had to attend three marriage counseling sessions before a license could be issued. Huh?!?! I responded with “I don’t think so. I’m free and 21 so you can forget that, lady.” The response…….. “Congratulations on being free and 21. Your intended, however, is not!”

A quick phone call to the county verified that Lyn was in fact 17 years old!! I went immediately to her parents, telling them that “You must be nuts!! Allowing a 30something year old to marry your 17 year old daughter??”

Her father assured me that they had already had me “checked out” and felt I would take excellent care of their daughter. Hoo, doggies!! Now what?

Lyn and I discussed it and I told her there was no way we were getting married that month. She had to take more time to think about this, and her parents needed more time to consider it…….. so we waited. I don’t remember how many months it was, but eventually it became apparent that this was indeed going to happen…. and it did.

The most difficult time for me was the first few years. I was determined not to turn this little girl into something I wanted her to be, and at that age it wouldn’t have been too hard. With my careful attention to avoid forming her opinions or swaying her values, Lyn became the largely self-educated, strong willed pillar of the St.Marie Family that she is to this day. 37 years ago she was a barely 95 pound bundle of excitement, facing the world and an unkown future with me. Today she’s a glowing grandmother who’s world revolves around her children, little Julian Ricochet St. Marie and Scarlett Lyn…….. A whole new generation.


This is Ma with her Grandchildren, my Son Julian Ricochet and Rosemary’s Daughter, Scarlett lyn.

DOJ launches search for thousands of firearms & gun parts stolen from ATF [Video]

“The Justice Department launched a multistate search for firearms and firearms parts stolen from a Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives (ATF) facility. According to court documents, officials found “a firearm concealed in a book bag on the front passenger seat floorboard” when they searched Yates’ vehicle on March 1. Agents later determined the pistol had a serial number on it. The ATF computer system confirmed the firearm had been listed as “disposed” by the ATF’s National Disposal Branch on August 2017.”

The Lost Prairie Chronicles #14 – Galiceno

It was one of those elusive years the date which, once again, escapes me. I remember it was spring and we had the logs delivered for the house we’d call home for the next generation.

We were living in the small log home we’d had built when pennies were hard to come by, and though it was a three bedroom, it was only 950 square feet on two levels.

Our first residence was another two miles down the valley, that being an old farmhouse with a barn and root-cellar, but it was home at the time. After having the first log home built we had bought a huge load of logs from Bob Monk, a cattle rancher who had logged the trees from his own land, peeled, channeled and stored them in a huge building used to house his tractors and haying equipment.

These logs were to be used to build a log home for his son some 5 years later.

The logs were cross-stacked in tiers on the concrete floor for proper curing. Unfortunately, his son died in an automobile accident the year before the scheduled house-raising. They sat forgotten in that building for another three years until I mentioned to Bob that we would be building a new log home when the finances allowed, but that would be some time down the road as logs weren’t particularly cheap even back then.

Bob surprised us when he said we could buy the logs he had stored for his son’s home if we’d get them out of the building within a few weeks. Recently they had become an unpleasant reminder since spending a lot of time working on a harvester in that building. We bought them for less than half of their actual value.

I hired a logging truck with a self-contained loader to make the two or three trips from the Monk ranch to our place with the understanding they’d be dropped at the chosen building site. I paid the driver $300, shook his hand and headed for town. When I got back to Lost Prairie I was astounded to see that the logs had been offloaded not 40 feet from our house! A full two hundred yards away from the new building site. Great…………… How was I going to get all those logs moved up to the building site? I called the trucker and he explained that he’d had one of his crew show up in a pickup, telling him that his wife was about to deliver her baby and he had given him a quick explanation as to our whereabouts and headed for town. His truck had already left for Hamilton Montana for a logging contract and I was just out of luck.

Well, we didn’t have the finances to do much about construction anyway so we just tarped that huge pile of logs and walked away wondering how the heck we’d get them moved. I didn’t have another $300 for just moving them again.

The following week I was at the auction looking for an new pony for Rosemary. She wasn’t happy with the strong willed little knot-head she’d been riding, so it was off to the auction where I saw an unusual little horse, sturdy and solid looking. I asked the owner if she was fit for a little girl to ride and he told me………”Waaal….. mebbe…… mebbe not. Ain’t no kid never rode him, but I reckon he’d stand it.” Huh? He’s a pony isn’t he? “Nope. Not rightly, but I reckon he’d be rode.”

I was getting exasperated as he seemed to be dodging the question, and I asked him …What the heck good is he? He’s a pony, isn’t he? “Not quite” he said. “He’s more of a small horse”. What possible difference could that make?? “He’s a Galiceno…….. and actually he’s a logging horse”. A logging horse?? Look at his size! How could he possibly be a logging horse?

“Waaal…. ya hook him up to a singletree, put the choke-chain around the end of a log, drop the chain and lead him to the drop-off. After that you git one feller to stay at the pickup and one feller to stay at the drop-off. He’ll go back and forth all day long, but I reckon a kid could ride him.” 10 huge light bulbs go off over my head all at once!! The house logs! Is it possible??

Yep. Rosemary was ecstatic with his appearance and disposition and that little horse worked like a dream. We hooked a singletree to his harness, hooked the chain around a log using a Peavey to roll it onto the chain, dropped the chain and led him to the drop-off point. Lyn

stayed with the logs, made the hookup and the little critter threw his weight into that harness and dragged a log up to where I was standing. I unhooked the log, hung the chain on the tine of his horse-collar and back he trotted to Lyn!

Thus was the beginning of the huge log house that has been home to the St. Maries for all these years. And Rosemary?…….. She loved him……… and the story of this little Galiceno didn’t end there…….. but, that’s for next time.