Monthly Archives: August 2015

Yeah, About That NRA Sticker On Your Car…


Full disclosure: I am a dues-paying NRA member and have been one for many years. I believe in the organization’s mission and in its goals. I sincerely believe that the National Rifle Association is one of this country’s leading human rights defenders. Without the NRA we would be less free.


That said, I have never put an NRA sticker on my car, truck, or house. Take a minute to read this and maybe you’ll understand why.


Above is what most dumb Murkans see when they see an NRA sticker. They automatically judge the sticker and the owner and then the sticker owner will have to deal with the consequences. If this means more difficult traffic stops, being the target of more road rage, being the victim of vandalism or graffiti, or just finding rudely ignorant notes on your windshield when you come out of the store – I don’t want any of it. I have no interest in sharing my love of the Second Amendment with anyone outside my small circle of family, friends, and fellow NRA members. If you are a fellow NRA member, I salute you. If you have an NRA sticker on your vehicle or place of residence, I think you should prepare for some negative fallout.


Us gun owners are “the enemy” to the rest of the country. We don’t care about the children and we care way too much about our guns. The gun-grabbers are coming for us and we should be ready. OPSEC (OPerational SECurity) is something I am constantly preaching here on Rhymes With History. Perhaps it is time we all took it a bit more seriously.


A good first step might be scraping that NRA sticker off of your truck. Think about it.


Gettin’ Down On The Mountain

A good friend of mine introduced me to Canadian alt country singer Corb Lund recently and my life was changed forever.  Why has it taken this long for someone to sing about prepping?  And Corb does it with a brilliant flair for black humor and a clear dedication to practical skills.  I like it.

This has not been a good week for the status quo.  Perhaps now would be a good time to can all that produce you grew this summer, split and stack that firewood, and buy a bit of silver.  If you were thinking about running to that cabin in the hills, it might be too late.  If you’ve already left, good luck to you!  I wish I could join you.


“Gettin’ Down On The Mountain” – Corb Lund, from “Cabin Fever” (2012, New West Records)

When the oil stops, everything stops, nothin’ left in the fountain
Nobody wants paper money, son, so you just as well stop countin’
Can you break the horse, can you light the fire?
What’s that, I beg your pardon?
You’d best start thinkin’ where your food comes from and I hope you tend a good garden

Gettin’ down on the mountain, gettin’ down on the mountain
Don’t wanna be around when the shit goes down
I’ll be gettin’ down on the mountain, goin’ to ground on the mountain

When the trucks don’t run, the bread won’t come, have a hard time findin’ petrol
Water ain’t runnin’ in the city no more, do you hold any precious metal?
Can you gut the fish, can you read the sky?
What’s that about overcrowdin’?
You ever seen a man who’s kids ain’t ate for seventeen days and countin’?

There ain’t no heat and the power’s gone out, it’s kerosene lamps and candles
The roads are blocked, it’s all gridlocked, you got a shortwave handle?
Can you track the deer, can you dig the well?
I couldn’t quite hear your answer
I think I see a rip in the social fabric, Brother can you pass the ammo?
I think I see a rip in the social fabric, Brother can you spare some ammo?


Brother can you spare some ammo?” indeed.