Monday, October 27, 2014

Time

No matter how you look at it, "time" is always ticking. Be it in a fight when that person has 10 more seconds of steam than you do or the time it takes for a mag change. Yeah that's right you hipster fuckers I said mag!  Not clip!

But the "Time" I am referring to is more at its humane root level. A little more...intimate if you will. The kind of "Time" where you could only be so lucky to surround yourself with people where time goes by, but when you see or talk to them, you would swear it was only yesterday. 

You see folks, we are all going forward, not backwards. We are all getting older, but time?  It doesn't touch the loved ones in our lives. Our names. Our "fireside" memories?  Yeah. Those are infinite. 

Hey!  Remember that time in NC when...?  Why yeah, my Daddy was there! 

Hey!  Remember the first time our eyes met and shook hands and gave a heart felt hug?  Yeah...me too. 

Time

When seconds count, take a breath. Mind your time. 

And cherish it to the very fucking end!  For it could be the last "Time".  You know who you are. You know that time has not changed us. 

In Liberty,
Israel
III

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

III Percent Society: Meanwhile...

behind the fa├žade of this innocent looking bookstore.

 
I posted something on Facebook yesterday and for what ever the reason, I think it applies to what I am about to post.

39...

39 years God has blessed me to walk on his creation.

39 years God has performed miracles in my life and taught me lessons.

39 years God has allowed me to realize I am far from perfect and yet through the death of his son Jesus Christ I have been saved and will be in His Kingdom.

The last 10 of those 39 years have been an awakening inside me. Its funny how His plan works for us when we
allow it to become His plan and not our own anymore. I have had many paths laid in front of me through the years and have met a lot of people. I can honestly say that there is a majority of you in the III that I have not met face to face, but know this. I trust more of you fuckers in the III that I havent met yet, than people I have known through the sands of time.

And if you turn your back on me, thats is fine, you will be forgiven. But you will never see my open hand for help when you may need it nor will you see me as an integral part in your life.
 

We have all had that fire and desire that burned deep inside us to finally make it's way out.  We have all gone from Lone Wolf, to Wolf Pack.  We have all come together to get shit done, and gone back to our every day lives.  We have all grown and brand ourselves as the III.

To me the III is an energy source.  A conduit of Liberty to place men and women together to restore rightful Liberty back to its intended state.  We all know the feeling.  That feeling of pride, honor, dignity, humility, perseverance, trust, security or gratitude when we III Patriots meet and break bread together and go to work, or tell stories around a camp fire or maybe help a fellow Patriot out.  Some days we are the rock for someone and other days they are the rock for us.  None the less you, me and we are the III.

As I drive down the highways, and believe me I have been doing a lot of driving, I see many stickers adorned on cars.  I swear I am alone on the highway with my III Resist Minuteman sticker on each side of my Jeep.  I never see a III sticker and yet I can go through pages upon pages on Facebook and see everyone has a III in their name or some pic as their profile pic with the III referenced.  I see a ton of NRA stickers, Gadsden Flags, etc., but never another III sticker.  Maybe its because the majority of you don't know where to get one like I have?  Maybe you feel you are part of the III, but you are not really "part" of the III.

You can do what I did and join the NRA and have a bunch of people represent you by moving the line in the sand on a constant basis regarding your 2nd Amendment rights.  Of course I quit the NRA 2 years ago, but you can still waste your money there if you wish.  You can join Oathbreakers and have people misrepresent you throughout These United States.  You can donate to the Tea Party cause after all, they have a Gadsden flag at their events so it must be legit right?  Or you could finally do something for yourself as one of the III.

You can join III Percent Society.

There are many levels to the III Percent Society that allow flexibility to your daily, weekly or monthly budget.  Each level grants you things like training discounts with some stellar professionals like Mason Dixon Tactical or The Defensive Training Group.  Maybe you want to get a III Arms Company weapon, but would appreciate a break?  There is a discount to be had there as well.  None the less, the time has come my Patriot Brothers and Sisters to take the step.  Join the ranks and pick a plan that works best for you.  Aside from the gracious discounts by the afore mentioned establishments, you also have some III swag that can be included.

Over at III Percent Patriots you will find a myriad of posts regarding the start of this organization.  Folks there was a spark at the 2014 Spring NC PatCon.  That spark has now become a fully engulfed inferno.  There were many discussions during the PatCon and many after.  I am proud to stand amongst you as part of the III.  Whether you choose to remain a person who claims to be the III or joins the III Percent Society does not change my view towards you.  However, joining an organization with minimal dues grants us one thing that we all must realize that is crucial to the success to restore rightful Liberty.

Strength in numbers.

Become a number, become the III!

In Liberty,
Israel
III

 

Monday, June 9, 2014

Reading: It's What Battle Beards Crave

I don't always grow a Battle Beard, but when I do I read Forward Observer.  Stay informed my friends.


Do you like Pictures?  Do you like reading articles about current events from a Patriot point of view?  How about a combination of both pictures and a Patriot Point of view?  Did you ever wonder why your Battle Beard is looking a little weak or when you get cut you bleed anything but red, white and blue?

Well I know just what you need!  A nice healthy cup of Forward Observer!
 
The folks over at Forward Observer Magazine put together one hell of a quarterly mag that can be yours by simply buying a subscription.  Its got pictures, Patriot articles, political satire, Patriot ads and more!  I was fortunate enough to get the Spring 2014 copy (#1 FO) as a prize at the 2014 Spring NC PatCon.  It is 60+ pages of a well put together magazine.  I have seen and perused through many a mags in my day and I gotta tell you, I am impressed with the quality from cover to cover.


So, if you want to bleed red, white, blue and 13 stars and have a battle beard like me, then click HERE and start the path with some good ol' Patriot journalism that is bound to make any libtard based literature in your house get up and leave!

In Liberty,
Israel
III



Sunday, June 8, 2014

Better Late Than Never

Dear Patriot Brothers and Sisters,

I know its been over 2 weeks since the great news that we received regarding Sandman.  I know I am one of many Patriot Blogs in the community so I am sure by now, you already know where the topic stands.  If you don't know, then let me tell ya.

FACT:  To quote Ghost Busters, "We came, we saw, we kicked some ass!"
Like that of III Arms Company and many other endeavors, the Patriot community dug into their pockets and shared what they could to help a man targeted for the second time in a row by those pesky tax flies.  There was more to the story, but out of the huge respect I have towards Sandman and not airing any of his personal life for the world to see, lets just say he is once again on the path he needs to be.

I would like to say thank you for all that stepped up.  YOU are what makes the III strong.  The chains where one is weak at times the others become strong.  All the Libtard groups out there have a war chest to dive into any time they wish.  We have to work for it.  However, I would gladly give to another Patriot, than give to any piece of shit Liberty Trampling organization.  You did good Patriots.  Damn good!

III to III
In Liberty,
Israel
III

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

III to III: Whiskey Tango Foxtrot, Over?


Fact!  There was an idea one summer about a gun manufacturer.  40 some Patriots came together as Founders and helped launch III Arms Company!

Fact!  There was an idea to move out west and open a III MMA/Yoga Studio.  A list was made on Amazon and once again Patriots came together to help purchase necessities that will adorn that studio.

Fact!  III % of the colonists kicked ass to birth this Country.

All these facts have something in common.  Patriots get shit done!  I received an email to thank you all for the donations to date.  While I am happy of the joyous undertones regarding the email, I am not happy about the amount.  Now, before you go saying I am being a prick, I need you to analyze this the way I am.

When I first heard about the news from Sandman, the letter brought a tear to my eye.  I had to read the letter again just to understand the volume of spiritual, emotional and financial turmoil this man all of the sudden found himself in.  I knew of Sandman and was trusted by him, but never met him until the recent spring 2014 NC PatCon.  This man bleeds red, white, blue and 13 fuckin stars!  I would categorize him as a Jekyll & Hyde Patriot.  He is still a Patriot at the core, but on one side he is compassionate and sincere.  On the other side, well lets just say you want him on your team.  His eyes tell a story of past, present and future and yes, I met him for the first time and this is what I felt when shaking his hand.

Initially when I heard of the financial burden, which happens to be causing a domino effect in his life, I did a quick math in my head.  The equation was simple.  1,000 Patriots X $10 = This man can breathe.

This my friends...
This my Brothers...
This my Sisters..
IS HORSE SHIT!

I know the current number, cause as I stated, he wanted me to thank you.  Needless to say, Girl Scouts do better with cookies than we did as Patriots.  What really worries me the most is that based on the facts above, I thought by week end I would have received a different email.

There is roughly 317,000,000 people in this country.  III% is 9,510,000.  So, let me ask you a simple question.  If III% birthed this now tarnished Republic how in the fuck do we intend to restore the Republic when we cant even get a simple 1,000 Patriots to give a 10 spot to a Patriot that needs our help?  Yeah, times are tough.  So is Sandman's current shit storm.  Hell I will even go with 2,000 Patriots giving a $5 (Tyrant Paper for those in the South), but that doesn't even seem attainable.

Based on the number of blogs that rallied.  Based on the ties that bind us.  Based on those that know the caliber of man he is, I thought better.

Please, if you have it to spare, let us help this man out. Any and all assistance is greatly appreciated.

His paypal account is: steelpreacher@hotmail.com

If you don’t have a paypal account but would like to help, PM me on the right side of my blog and I will tell you where you can send a check or cash or silver.  Dont trust me?  Then what the fuck are you doing on my blog and further more I dont want you on my team as I have hid nothing since I have been up and running for you to not trust me.

In Liberty,
Israel
III




Monday, May 19, 2014

III to III: Sandman


A very proud Patriot in our community needs our help.  Sometimes, with pride, we find it hard to reach out a hand to our Brothers and Sisters.  I will not field any questions as to why I am requesting for you to dig into your pockets to help a Patriot Brother out, all I can say is that it is worth it and he needs our help.

Mr. K already has the links set up HERE

In the post and on the right of Mr. K's blog you will see where you can go to send money.  Even if all you can muster is $5, $10 or $20, any bit will help.

In Liberty,
Israel
III

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Spring 2014 NC PatCon: Liberty Alive (Warning quite lengthy)


0730 Wednesday May 7th, 2014
Black Beards Revenge was loaded and with my brother and his son, we embarked on our 10+ hour journey south of the Mason Dixon line to meet up with one of the most hospitable Southern Gentlemen I ever had the honor to shake hands with.  Brock and his wonderful daughter Dixie would once again host another PatCon in North Carolina that makes this "Good" Yankee drive south to attend.  We arrived, set up camp, shook hands with Brock and Dixie and made a small fire that evening while anxiously awaiting for others to arrive.  The nefarious Dixieland Peacock made sure to taunt us like the French man in Monty Pythons Holy Grail once again.



Thursday May 8th, 2014
While nothing was on our plate other than an emergency Walmart run, other Patriots began to show up and we assisted them with setting up their camps and/or shaking hands.  An OpSec course was held, but since its OpSec, I will keep OpSec by not saying anymore about that. ;) 
A lot of smiles, laughter, and catching up with old Patriots as well as new ones took place today as we all anxiously awaited for the arrival of others.  Patriots began to fall into ranks even at 1:30 in the morning.  Those that dared embrace the fire, stars and spirits were there to embrace the lovely Holly and her ever so steadfast man Sam.  Yes, I was up for that.



Friday May 9th, 2014
The plate for me would be full today.  After going to bed who knows when, morning came with a crash like broken glass inside my head.  In reality, it was more like Christmas morning.  Our tribe awoke, made some much needed coffee followed by a damn good breakfast consisting of eggs, ham and toast.  Met up with a few other faces this morning and at 0900 we started to fall into ranks for III CQB class.  This would be the second time through the class and after taking Krav Maga classes, it was hard to break my muscle memory of a few Krav techniques when trying to perform those taught in III CQB.  At about the halfway mark of class, my brother Lewis and I got to train some of the group from a Krav perspective and show the blinding force that can be applied to the III CQB skills we were learning.  By the end of the Krav segment, it was apparent in peoples eyes just how blinding the incorporation of Krav Maga can be.  We continued that afternoon with a few ground fighting and choke moves and class finalized with the typical "drawn and quarter" of each of us while trying to get free.  I have one more lump to get rid of even as I write this today in my forearm.  It was that realistic.

After III CQB, I also signed up for the Georgia Force on Force with Grenadier 1.  The purpose of this 3 hour training was to get familiar with stances with a rifle, moving while shooting, moving while reloading, transitioning weapon from dominant side to non-dominant side, working as a team with another person, working with a squad and working with commands through all of the above mentioned for this class.  The class was fantastic as the rifles used were AR15 or AK47.  The trigger, safety, look and feel were as if I was carrying my very own through training.  The upside to this very real and professional training was the fact that 1) nobody could get seriously injured during the exercises should somebody accidentally paint with their muzzle.  2) the cost of ammo was not a factor in comparing airsoft pellets to 55 gr FMJ's.

A few points that were made that stuck in my head from Grenadier 1 were Weak Side and Transition Shooting.  Grenadier 1 stated something that immediately clicked in my head.  He said, "When it comes to someone saying weak hand, I don't understand that statement as I don't have a weak hand.  Both of my hands work fine and neither are weak when it comes to firing."  At this moment, he had my full undivided attention as I have gone this far in life feeling "strong side" carry versus "weak side" carry and always categorized my one hand as "weak".  I was proven wrong.  With the next exercise, Grenadier 1 with his professionalism proved how to incorporate the transition of shooting from dominant side, to non-dominant side.  Essentially if you are right handed, you were taught how to transition to left hand with the rifle.  This drill was to get you to move while transitioning from one shoulder to the other while staying on target and ultimately landing hits on the target.  In all my training, I never once thought of transitioning my rifle from right to left when needing to cover and/or acquire and engage a target differently.  If you get the chance to take his course, I recommend it.  You will learn something about yourself, that I am sure of.

After going through III CQB and Georgia Force on Force, it was time for Dinner as well as a nice cold beer and meeting of some more Patriots that showed up.  I got to meet some familiar faces as well as some new ones.  I got to meet Trainer from Defensive Training Group and his lovely wife.  There was something comical at our introduction, but since I did not get permission for names, we will leave the comedy to those that were there to witness it.  I will say, Trainer is very observant as he looked at my hands, then looked at Sam and said, "Those are his hands that are on your blog."  Good eyes there Trainer, glad your on my side.  ;)

The stars and moon provided a beautiful canopy for the fire and smores.  Matter of fact, it was a wondrous night up until yours truly fell victim to the PBR Brazilian Face Waxing incident.  My pull tab of my beer decided to ninja attack my mustache by pulling a single hair out causing me to almost go into a Tasmanian Devil fury of volatile profane word vomit till I saw all the kids sitting around the fire.  So I danced and murmured to myself in pain.  Yeah it was epic to be beat by an aluminum can after III CQB earlier that day.

Saturday May 10, 2014
Day started with one hell of a discussion between those of the III and standing Militia.  If you haven't noticed the barrage of Pro-Militia posts etc going on as of recent in the Patriot blogsphere, then it is time to break out your microscope and begin dissecting and accept the fact that in order to move forth, an alliance and trust must be had.  This 2 hour morning meeting of the minds circle took place as the spark for what would become larger discussion later that evening.

The PatCon went on without a hitch.  The itinerary is still up at  Free North Carolina as to who spoke about what.  I do not want to dive too much into detail, as this PatCon, though jovial, had a very serious undertone.  There were a lot of new faces, however I knew the names.  If this were a pokeman tournament, I damn near caught them all.  The topics were reality.  True, unfiltered reality.  You either get it or you don't.  If you don't, that is okay as your brothers will assist in making sure you do.  That is of course unless this Patriot thingy-ma-bob aint for you. 

The smoked pig and all the fixins was delicious as always.  The raffle of items to win was also amazing.  There was a shotgun and AR15 up for raffle and even though I didn't win those items, I did however leave with a copy of Forward Observer Magazine, Grid Down Communications, Volume 1 by Sparks, Liberty Seed Mix from Jebadiah Fisher Garden Seed and a set of AR500 plates and Plate Carrier.  I know, I know...Damn Yankee ;)  At the end of the raffle, there was the Paint Can Cache contest.  To summarize the contest, you received a call from the resistance for supplies.  You were only able to use a 1 gallon paint can to fill with supplies and describe where you would hide it or how you would hide it.  After participating and seeing what all could be fit into such as small container, I would like to say the word "Blivet" came to mind.  Blivet is 10 pounds of shit in a 5 pound sack.  All the candidates used their wits to pack in what he or she thought was beneficial to the very non-specific resistance call. 



After the speakers, food, raffle and paint cans, we all began to start talking in groups.  Eventually those groups formed into a larger group and the main topic was Militias and Liberty's future.  Though the discussion at times got "passionate", we all remained focused.  After all, are we not any different than that of our Fore Fathers?  We all know they didnt see eye to eye, but they worked through it.  As the seriousness came to an end, we left with bullet points of the discussion to go forth with after the PatCon.  The fire was built, the rain subsided and the laughter and the PBR Brazilian Face Waxing even decided to show up once again.  It was a good time, a damn good time! 

Sunday May 11, 2014
We broke camp, loaded up BBR and said our good byes.  Until the next time Dixieland, we in the North look forward to it.



In Liberty,
Israel
III