With a thundering whump and a
grunt, Clifford flipped over backwards and assumed
the “dead dog” position. I swung off my horse and
scrambled across the steep mountainside to the site
of the impact. This was not Clifford’s first pack
string accident, and he moaned softly as if he were
enjoying a good nap. Most normal horses would thrash
when trapped upside down, but not Clifford. He was
not normal.
Adept horsemen choose ponies after carefully
studying pedigrees and performance. I chose
Clifford, a massive Belgian draft horse, not because
he hailed from superior stock, but because his lady
owner was trapped in an abusive relationship and
needed $800 for a one-way plane ticket back to
Florida. At least, such was the story I bought along
with Clifford. (See, even we evil conservative
Republicans have hearts bigger than our brains. If I
was a progressive, I would have used the power of
government to force someone else to buy Clifford,
yet feel charitable while doing so.)
Clifford was tied to an apple tree on the south side
of Laurel, when I handed over the check and then led
him to my horse trailer. He stood an amazing 19
hands (76 inches), and had the frame to carry a full
ton of flesh if we could ever feed him enough to
fill it. He did not exactly fit my string, but he so
pegged the novelty meter, I gave him a try.
On this particular day, were about 10 miles into a
12 mile pack and had just forded the Little Horn
River at Robinson Crossing. The final quarter-mile
climb to the Little Horn Parks is unmercifully
steep, and the intermittent trail meandering through
the timber is pocked by rockslides and downfall.
Packers cautiously snake their strings back and
forth up the mountainside enroute to the top. Agile
does not describe Belgians and Clifford hit a
switchback too tight too turn his massive frame, so
over he went. When the thunder stopped, his uphill
legs were trapped under a log and the shady side of
his belly was now sunny side up. He was too big to
just roll him over, but if we left him there he
would surely die, and I thought “now what do I do?”
This brings me to my point.
A very tiny majority of 62 million voters have
flipped our American republic upside down, and just
like Clifford, if we leave her there, she will
surely die. Over the next four years, in addition to
bankrupting us, President Obama may appoint three
progressive Supreme Court Justices, who will destroy
our Constitution. Suddenly, our right to life,
liberty and the pursuit of happiness will come from
government rather than God, and thus can be
bequeathed or revoked at the whims of the ruling
class. Apparently, 62 million Americans are
perfectly fine with this, but I am not and this may
be the hill upon which I die.
The 2014, mid-term election is our last chance to
elect a conservative majority in the US Senate so as
to block the confirmation of progressive judges.
This could be the final battle in our war for
re-independence, so we have two years to erase 100
years of indoctrination and re-ignite liberty’s
torch. Sadly, and closer to home, many Republicans
in Montana’s legislature identify themselves as
small government conservatives, yet their voting
records reveal they have joined the Democrats in
advancing the principles of Marx over those of
Jefferson, Adams or Madison. We have much work to
do. If you have been politically active, perhaps you
have not been active enough. On November 16th, I
spoke to a newly formed and enthusiastic group of
patriots in the small town of Shelby, Montana. My
next keynote address is in Great Falls on January
18th of 2013, so I have openings in my schedule to
stir the pot—your pot. What say you?
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