Call Me Crazy

There have been a few rather notable things happen to me these  past few weeks.  First and foremost I attended my first government protest.  

As I was heading to it,  I was wondering "What are you doing!?".  Was I going to be the lone person on the sidewalk?  Like those tax agency employees wearing the Statue of Liberty or Uncle Sam costumes, pointing at people in their cars and making them honk. Then there was another extreme thought.  "What if I'm going to be hanging with lots and lots of crazy people?"  Crazy people with big "Anti" slogan buttons on their hats, "Hate" buttons on their vests.  Gun totin', Bible thumpin' crazies.  You know, THOSE kind of people.

There were about 500 people attending in little Pocatello and while I didn't see any "crazies", there was one elderly gentleman with a baseball bat...Ok...ok...and a sign that said "Government Struck Out".  (You have to admit that with the last part missing it would have made a more interesting story.)  In fact all of them looked like your next-door neighbor, a nice, sane, next-door neighbor. I met a fellow first time protester and her first time protester husband. They were in their 80's and quite lovely to be around.  

I went to this protest because I've been watching these past few years as our freedoms have been eroded. How our country has been moving towards Socialism.  How many of our leaders seem to be ignoring us. And for some time I've been feeling lonely and scared.  

On Wednesday, it changed.  I know now that there are many, many good people in our area who have been seeing the same things and, just like me, are ready to stand up and let their voices be heard.  All in all it felt good to physically stand with people of similar beliefs.

Second thing:  According to the Department of Homeland security, I am a potential domestic terrorist.

I am anti-abortion, support traditional marriage, am interested in owning a gun (I'm a good shot with a Glock 9 mm). I've thought about voting 3rd party, support state's rights over federal power, actually parent my children, write my congressmen at least monthly, and am active in a religious denomination that encourages its members to be active in their communities.

Sadly, I do not have a Gagsden "Don't Tread on Me" flag. However, since I'm already on the "Terrorist" path I'd like to order about 200 5'x7' flags and modge podge them onto the house. I think climbing purple climatis and yellow roses will make it look lovely.