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Nary a Choice

Opinion by Martin

History is replete with paths that mankind could follow.  Some paths would lead people along a walkway in the sunlight with the creation of great civilizations with architecture, works of art, literature and exploration.  Other paths would lead people along paths of darkness with all of the attending murder and mayhem, destruction of those great civilizations, the architecture, the artwork, literature and the enslavement or death of the citizens who lived there.  Some people made the choice to walk on the light side, some chose to walk in the dark and some had nary a choice.

Back in history, children would be told by fathers and grandfathers stories about the having fought in the Revolution and then going back to fight the British again in the War of 1812 which ended with the Treaty of Ghent and solidified the United States as a Nation on the face of globe.  He would tell me that the British became absolutely overbearing in their desire to completely control the daily life of the Colonists and, although about 1/3 of the population didn’t care one way or the other about the choices facing them, 1/3 supported the Crown because they were making money, and 1/3 felt we had nary a choice other than to go our own way out of which came the Declaration of Independence, the Constitution and the Bill of Rights.

We have made many mistakes, some of which can be labeled as “growing pains” and others because of free choice.  One of the worst was slavery where Dutch, English, Spanish businessmen or others would pay Arab slavers to go into the darkness of the African jungles and raid villages for captives who were then sold to planters in Jamaica and other Caribbean islands as laborers.  The Arabs also purchased victims of native tribes who wiped out competing tribes and their villages.  Many of these captives were sold to “brokers” in the Southern States who then sold them to plantation owners from Connecticut, Maryland, Virginia and other states across the South.  Where we could have ended slavery early in our formative years, we did not.  The slaves had no say in the system in which they found themselves because they had nary a choice.

As the people fanned out across the new continent, they encountered the indigenous populations who really resented them being there.  There were killings, atrocities and mayhem on both sides but the sheer number of pioneers moving into the west spelled the end of the Indian nations and as some of the newcomers stated later, “we really didn’t want to kill them or destroy their way of life, but we had nary a choice.”

We fought wars with the Indians, the Mexicans, the Spanish and each other.  Our Civil War, or the War of Northern Aggression, was fought originally over States Rights and later, the Right to own slaves

Our cities grew larger, more populated and because the residents continued to move into the cities because of jobs and we were forced to build skyscrapers, buildings that reached toward the clouds because the land was just too expensive because we had nary a choice.

The European Kingdoms were in decline and their ruling families wanted to maintain to maintain the prerogatives that they had held for several centuries.  In 1914, in the City of Sarajevo in Yugoslavia, the old ways died along with Franz Josef and his wife Sophie.  Europe went to war with one ruling house pitted against another and through the machinations of the Allied Nations, the United States was dragged into the First World War in 1917 remaining until November 11, 1918 because we had nary a choice.

On September 1st 1939, Adolph Hitler sent his troops into Poland after already having seized land from France and Czechoslovakia with no response from Allied Nations.  Hitler had made a non-aggression pact with the Soviet Union in exchange for the eastern half of Poland to which the Russians happily agreed.  The United States managed to remain “neutral” until December 7th 1941 when the Japanese attacked the naval base at Pearl Harbor, Hawaii and then we entered the war because we had nary a choice.

We reached out for the stars and, at the end of the 1960s, man walked on the moon for the first time. As we reach farther and farther into space, there is a chance that we will meet other beings who may or may not look like us.  By the time that happens, will we have grown enough to accept others or will we revert to our history and kill them because we have nary a choice?

Today we are facing a political decision that will define the course our Nation takes for the foreseeable future.  Will we continue down the path to self-destruction be electing a person to the Presidency that we know is a criminal, an enabler to murder, who has continuously lied to Congress, Law Enforcement, and worst of all, the American People or do we elect a man who has supported Liberal ideals and supported politicians on both sides of the political spectrum to benefit his businesses, who has now decided that he is going to run for the Presidency claiming that he is a Conservative.

It is up to each and every one of you to decide which path you wish to follow.  Will you follow the pathway to national destruction and complete dictatorship or will you vote for a political unknown hoping that he really is an American Patriot who will bring us back from the brink.

It is up to you because you have “Nary a Choice”!

The Fall of the United States

Through the Next Door

An Opinion by Martin

Throughout the 240 year history of our Nation, we have had many “doors” through which we could pass.

One of the first doors through which we passed was when George Washington was offered the position of leadership as King of the new Nation and refused saying that we had just left a status as subjects behind and he became the President of the United States following those who had been President of the Continental Congress and nominally the President of the United Colonies before and during the Revolutionary War.

The next door we passed through was when we refused to pay ransom to the Barbary Pirate in 1803 and sent our fledgling Navy out to display the Flag.  This “war” lasted through 1815 and we were established as a maritime power although we had growing pains at home with plenty of trials and tribulations were yet to come.  During the 1800s, we were an expanding nation with the concept of Manifest Destiny as our driving force.  As a Nation, looking back from the safety of 100+ years, we made tragic mistakes with Wounded Knee and the treatment of the Native Americans as one of the gravest errors from which we have yet to recover.

In the 1860, we elected Abraham Lincoln as President and the Nation went to war over States Rights and whether or not some states could own slaves while others did not.  The Civil War was considered by many the last of the Old European Wars where men lined up and marched across an open field to their death and the first of the “modern” wars with technological means of killing in horrific numbers.  Pickett’s Charge at Gettysburg, while not the last battle of the war was by far, to me, indicative of this change.  Just a short 50 years later, we would be embroiled in “A War to End All Wars!” but in the meantime, the United States had become a colonial power in its own right having acquired Cuba and the Philippines as well as some Pacific Islands during the Spanish-American War and all that entailed.  We had also overthrown the Hawaiian Monarchy and annexed that territory.

The 20th Century would see the United States embroiled in several shooting wars and a Cold War with the Soviet Union which ended after President Reagan stood before the Berlin Wall in Germany and challenged the Soviet President Gorbachev to “tear down this wall”.  Reagan left office before the Berlin Wall came down, but the process he had started was completed during the George HW Bush Administration and millions of people living under Soviet domination were free to make their own choices about government.

The 20th Century also saw the first Progressive President in Theodore Roosevelt who admittedly did some good things such as expanding the National Park System that we enjoy today.  He used the power of the federal government to break up companies such as Standard Oil, the Union Pacific Railroad and other shipping companies that were strangling small businesses and manufacturers by charging outrageous rates for goods and the transportation of those goods to market.  But Roosevelt also believed in a strong military and built up the Army, Marines and Navy.  He sent the “Great White Fleet” around the world to display the American Flag.

But he opened a door through which we are still passing.

The next step through that door was Woodrow Wilson, who believed that the Constitution stood between him and his ability to govern the American People.  He created the League of Nations which was a forerunner to the United Nations and which the US Senate refused to ratify.  Another step was Theodore Roosevelt’s cousin Franklin Delano Roosevelt.  Taking office after the beginning of the Great Depression, he worked at expanding government and actually created a situation that made the Depression worse in the United States.  He created work projects that put people to work, but the government cannot create jobs and companies that bid on the jobs had to compete against the Works Projects Administration (WPA), the Tennessee Valley Authority (TVA) and numerous other governmental agencies, some of which still exist today in one form or another[1].  World War II had started in Europe before we actually started to clear the damage done by the Depression.  In fact the stock market did not get back to the 1929 level until the 1950s.

One more step through that door was Lyndon Baines Johnson, a despicable human being, who was a racist, a Progressive and had represented the State of Texas in both the House of Representatives and the Senate from 1937 until 1960 when John F. Kennedy asked him to be his running mate.  When Kennedy was assassinated in 1963, Johnson became President and immediately started laying the foundations for the “Great Society” which was anything but.  In 1964, Johnson got this program passed through Congress and completely destroyed the Black Middle Class in America driving many Black citizens into the ghettos and poverty that we have in our cities today.  Because of the lies told by the Communist (once Democrat) Party, many Blacks actually believe that the Republican Party and Whites from the days of Lincoln forward bear the responsibility for their plight.

In 2008, we finally crossed the threshold of the 20th Century door with the election of the First Black President, Barack Hussein Obama.  This election completely destroyed the Constitutional Requirement that in order to be President, your parents had to be American Citizens.  Supposedly, Obama’s father was a Kenyan here on a student visa with no plans to become an American Citizen.  A number of people believe that Obama’s father was Frank Marshall Davis, a Communist out of Chicago, who lived in Hawaii and reportedly had sexual relations with an underage white girl named Ann Dunham, who married Obama, Sr.  When that marriage ended in divorce, she married an Indonesian National named Lolo Soetoro who then moved the family to Indonesia where Obama attended a madrasa.   The interesting part of this is that both Obama, Sr. and Soetoro were Muslim.  The Muslim belief is that if your father is Muslim, so are the off-spring and Obama is most likely registered in both Kenya and Indonesia as a Muslim although he has stated that he attended an Anti-White, anti-USA “Christian” Church in Chicago for 20 years.  So we have passed through the doorway of the 20th Century and enter the doorway into the 21st Century where we have so many challenges ahead.

In November 2016, we will make choices that will impact every person living in the United States, legal or illegal until sometime in 2050.  The next President will have to choose, at a minimum, three Supreme Court Justices who will serve for life and will make decisions that either reinforce or continue to destroy our Constitutional Rights for the foreseeable future.  Donald Trump is not my first choice for President but I believe that he will take us through that door and come out the other side a better Nation than will Hillary Clinton, an avowed Socialist whose politics are actually to the Left of Barack Obama.

The series of doors through which we have passed since our birth as a Nation have made us who we are today.  Whether our choices were completely altruistic or not, those choices were made based on the fears and prejudices of those times and should not be used to excuse the criminal actions of today by either our government or thugs and their Liberal bankrollers.

Whether you agree with me or not, this is my opinion of the paths that we have taken as a Nation.  I believe that the choice that you make in November will either help the United States to step back from the precipice on which we, as a Nation, are standing or will help to push us over into the abyss of intolerance and destruction as a Nation.

It is Your Choice!  Make it wisely!

[1] The National Recovery Administration (NRA), Agricultural Adjustment Administration (AAA), the Works Progress Administration (WPA), the Tennessee Valley Authority (TVA), the Civilian Conservation Corps (CCC), and the Federal Emergency Relief Administration (FERA)



A Short Story by Martin

DISCLAIMER:  This story is totally fictional and does not represent an actual incident or people of either that time or the present.   Any similarities to an actual incident or people is purely coincidental.

23 October 2015: Present Time

Eric McPherson is a Logistics Engineer working for a defense contractor in Crystal City, located right across the Potomac River from Washington, DC.  Eric and his family live out near the Shenandoah Valley, in an unincorporated area just outside of Marshall, Virginia, located near the intersection of I-66 and State Highway 17, approximately 50 miles to the west of the Nation’s Capital.

They had chosen an area where he could easily afford to purchase a house and property outside the National Beltway, I-95 that runs North and South along the East Coast.  They could afford the amenities that came with country living as opposed to living in a planned development with the neighbors close by.

The family of four consists of Eric’s wife, Elisabeth, daughter Erika, and son Eric, Jr.  The house sits on ten acres of land with a small barn for his wife and daughter’s horses plus a workshop and space for his other toys such as ATVs, snowmobiles, and dirt bike for the entire family of four to play with all year long.  Living near the Shenandoah Valley gave the family plenty of forest area for camping, hunting, and target shooting in the National Forest and there had been dining table discussion about purchasing a piece of land with a cabin just over the Appalachians in West Virginia.  Out, in Marshall, Eric’s family would have space to grow.

Living in Marshall got him far enough away from Crystal City and Washington, DC that he could just forget about the weekly grind for a few days plus the added days off during holidays and vacations.  Eric also serves as a Captain in the Virginia National Guard where he spends one weekend each month as well as two weeks every year for training.  His education as well as previous military experience and present job backed up his position as Brigade Transportation Officer, which meant that he was responsible for planning and executing unit movements for the Brigade.  The unit to which Eric belonged was able to trace its roots in the Army back to the Revolution and the War against the world’s superpower, England.

1775: The Revolution

Captain Eric McPherson and his unit, the 45th Highland Fusiliers (Light, Dismounted)[1] had been posted to the Colonies in 1773 as additional support for Virginia’s Royal Governor, John Murray, 4th Earl of Dunmore.  There were elements in the Colonies talking treason against King George III, revolution was in the air with the outcome the birth of a new nation.  Rebellion could not be tolerated as it would set a precedence that might be followed by other colonies around the world.  This talk of revolution must be crushed and the instigators brought to Court for trial and punishment.

The British controlled New York City, Boston and the coastal cities while the Rebels more or less controlled the countryside.  The Battle of Bunker Hill[2] had shown the British that this was not going to be a quick quashing of the rebellion and there was always the possibility that the French and Spanish would enter the war on the side of the colonists hoping to gain some leverage with the new country should the rebellion prevail.  On September 26, 1777, General Howe and his troops captured the Rebel Capital of Philadelphia and the British believed that the mopping up of the rebellion would now begin.  The Commander of the Rebel Forces skirmished with the British until December when he took his army into Winter Quarters at Valley Forge about 20 miles from Philadelphia.

The British knew that many of the rebel troops were lacking proper winter uniforms including boots; enlistments were expired, the men were low on food and morale and some were deserting.  This rebellion should soon be over.

The Revolutionary War actually kind of whimpered up and down the Eastern Seaboard from April 19, 1775 at Concord/Lexington, Massachusetts to October 19, 1781 with Lord Cornwallis’ surrender of the British at Yorktown, Virginia.  The British Army and their Hessian[3] Allies had won the majority of the battles against the Colonial Forces and felt that the enemy was pretty much on the ropes right up to the end, until cut off from re-supply, the British were forced to surrender to General Washington and the Americans.

22 October 1777

Captain McPherson had received his orders.  He was to take a platoon (about 30 men) of his company on a two-day march from their encampment in Fairfax, Virginia to a location near LeHewtown (now Front Royal) fifty-two miles to the West at the entrance to the Shenandoah Valley where Tory[4] spies had indicated that the rebels had a stockpile of cannon, rifles and ammunition that was lightly guarded because of the distance from any British garrisons.  Captain McPherson had decided to take his men out under the cover of darkness to avoid observation, do a fast march to the North before turning toward the West and their objective.

Captain McPherson had asked for volunteers and there were so many he was forced to have the First Sergeant handpick the soldiers who would be on this mission.  It was decided that the platoon would consist of Captain McPherson, a Lieutenant, the First Sergeant, 2 junior NCOs and remainder would be lower ranks as well as four Tory scouts.

Once the men were chosen for the mission, Captain McPherson passed orders through the NCOs that all uniform brass must be left behind or dulled with mud and dirt.  There was some grumbling because the soldiers knew that if they dulled their brass, it would have to be returned to “inspection-ready” form when they returned to Fairfax.  All bayonets and canteens as well as any other “noise-makers” would have to be muffled for the early departure from camp.  McPherson also ordered that the men turn in early and be ready for muster at 0200 hours and that all red coats and uniform caps would be left behind.  Dark jackets would be worn to better blend in with the local forests and be less conspicuous even though an obvious military movement, they might be mistaken for a rebel force by a casual observer.  However, there was the possibility that they might be mistaken for a Tory force if spotted by the rebels.

The British mustered early and departed from their encampment about 0300 under the watchful eyes of their sentries and the unseen eyes of rebel spies who immediately sent out messengers that the British were on the move.  Where the patrol was going, the watchers were not certain.

As the Fusiliers marched away from their camp toward present-day Vienna, VA and ostensibly onward to Philadelphia, the occupied rebel capital, they were being shadowed by Washington’s scouts attempting to find out where the unit was going and their mission.   As the platoon continued its march to the northeast, along a carriage road past small farms and hamlets that dotted the countryside, the rebel watchers began to peel off to join other units that were fighting the British elsewhere in the former colonies.

Captain McPherson increased his pace to where the troops were moving along at a slow trot as he started his swing to the northwest toward Leesburg.  He then adjusted the route of march toward the west passing through the Sully (Chantilly) Plantation with its broad cultivated fields, and then slowly, as the rebel scouts dropped away, the platoon made a turn to the southwest, passing just to the west of the village of Newgate (now Centreville).   Captain McPherson and his men had to avoid all of the crossroads that dotted the countryside because he had no way of knowing which were held by Tories and which were Rebel.  Although the patrol was required to take cover on several occasions to avoid detection by rebel units, the route of march while purposeful to the west was also hindered by the fact that the forested areas made it as difficult to traverse as the rolling hillsides and farms made the march easy.  He also had to stop the march every couple of hours for rest and water in order not to wear out his men.  After ten hours of travel, Captain McPherson halted his men for the night near the present day Haymarket.  They would enter the Shenandoah Valley around late morning tomorrow and he wanted his men rested for the completion of the mission ahead.

The British broke camp around 0230 in the morning and followed the path through the woods on a southwestern orientation bypassing numerous small farms, houses, and inns that dotted the countryside.  As the force moved westward, the scouts kept reporting that there were no rebel forces in the area and the trailing observers were no longer in sight as Captain McPherson continued his movement toward the Shenandoah Valley,  He now headed straight for his objective in the Valley about 20 miles away.

Captain McPherson sent his Tory scouts to check out the terrain ahead because he personally was unfamiliar with the area having been stationed in the Alexandria/Fairfax area since the early ‘70s.  Prior to this mission, his troops generally patrolled the area to the northeast of Fairfax toward Baltimore, Maryland and Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.

McPherson had called a halt near the present day Old Tavern, the men were relaxing, drinking water and eating some jerky when one of the scouts came back into the company with a prisoner he had found alongside a strange thoroughfare not one mile ahead.

23 October 2015: The Present

Eric McPherson was driving east on I-66, a major East-West route in Northern Virginia, heading to his job in Crystal City, VA about 50 miles away.  He was drinking his second cup of coffee and listening to talk radio as he drove.  Eric usually left home about 0500 in order to reach his job no later than 0830.

I-66 is not a straight East-West route, there are numerous sweeping curves and low hills passing through forests and small farms as it goes from the Shenandoah Valley towards Washington, DC.  As Eric headed east on 66, he did not yet know it, but his day was about to get quite interesting.

It was as Eric was coming out of one of the curves and over a small hill that he noticed a movement of men to his right (the south side of the highway) and nearly drove off the highway when he realized that this was apparently was part of a small military unit.  The men he saw appeared to be Revolutionary War reenactors, although he didn’t recall having seen any reenactments in the area in the five years that he’d lived out here and wasn’t aware of any battle sites from that time in the local area other than Civil War.

As he brought his vintage 1977 British Triumph Tr-7 sports car to a halt on the side of the highway with other vehicles flashing by at speed, he noticed that the men had disappeared.  Eric was standing by the side of the highway wondering where the battle had been and when the site had been located because he could not remember having seen anything about it in the news.  He was still pondering the question when a man steeped out from behind a tree, silently aimed a pistol at him and motioned him into the woods.

Eric McPherson was nonplussed as he walked ahead of his captor down a path.  “What the Hell was going on here?” he was asking himself when they came to a clearing where a group of men were seated, relaxing, rifles within easy reach.  One man standing in the center of the group was obviously in charge and next to him was another who was either second in command or somewhere in the chain of command.  All talked ceased as Eric was brought into the center of the circle and he was motioned to halt.

Being in the National Guard, Eric immediately recognized that this was most certainly some kind of military organization, but he was not certain what type of organization or who they were.  At first he thought it might be one of those militia groups that the Guard had warned were operating in the area but as he took in the situation, he noticed that the rifles were a type of flintlock that he’d seen in the NRA Museum in Fairfax, he thought it was called a “Brown Bess”[5].  In addition, the clothes these men were wearing , with the exception of the jackets and hats looked like military uniforms from the Revolutionary Era.

Again, Eric thought to himself, “What the Hell is going on here?”

Captain Eric McPherson looked at the captive and was curious about his method of dress, but asked the scout if he had checked for firearms or other weapons and was not very happy when the man stated that he had not, but refrained from knocking the man down.  “First things first!  Who is this person and what is he doing here?”  Captain McPherson turned to Eric and opened his mouth to ask the question when Eric beat him to it.  “Just what is going on here? Who are you and what are you doing here?”  he asked.

Captain McPherson looked at his prisoner and said, “I was just about to ask you the same thing!  I want to know your name, what unit you are with, and why you are dressed in such a manner?”

Eric looked at Captain McPherson and said, “My name is Eric McPherson, I work for a defense contractor in Crystal City and serve as a Captain in the Virginia National Guard.”

Captain McPherson looked at Eric and said “You mock me, sir, for my name is Eric McPherson, I am a Captain in His Royal Majesty’s 45th Highland Fusiliers.  Virginia is a colony in rebellion against the Crown and I am here to help put down the insurrection and bring the traitors who have fomented this problem to justice.”

Eric looked at the man incredulously and asked, “Exactly where do you think you are and what year do you think this is?”  “In the Colony of Virginia”, Captain McPherson replied, “October, in the year of Our Lord Seventeen Hundred and Seventy Seven.”

“Well, we have two out of three correct”, Eric said.  “You are in the Commonwealth of Virginia and this is October but the year is 2015.  We are about 239 years out of synch”.

Captain McPherson could not believe what he had just heard and was about to respond, but decided to consider the situation in which he found himself.  If this person was correct, Captain McPherson and his men were truly in unfamiliar territory but that could not be as he had left garrison only yesterday morning.  He realized that he was staring at Eric and found himself curious as to why they happened to have the same names, so he asked “how could we possibly have the same name spelled exactly the same?”

Eric knew a little about his ancestry because his Grandmother had been interested in family history and had created a family tree.  He showed Captain McPherson his Virginia Driver’s License and explained that apparently one of his ancestors had been a British soldier who had decided to remain behind in the new Nation after the surrender at Yorktown, and the Treaty of Paris in September 1783, as had numerous other soldiers including some of the Hessian mercenaries.  The Hessians had moved up toward Pennsylvania where other Germans had migrated from Europe while the former British soldiers had spread out through Virginia, North and South Carolina and areas toward the west in what became the Northwest Territories.  However, what was apparently happening here was impossible and could not be.  Was this British Captain his ancestor? How did the British happen to be here in 2015, or had he Eric, been transported back to 1777?

Captain McPherson was thinking that what Eric had just told him was impossible because the American War for Independence was still very much in play and the question was still to be decided.  Captain McPherson was about to ask Eric some more questions to get to the bottom of this situation when a soldier came into the clearing, moved to the Captain and whispered something in his ear.

The Captain turned, ordered Eric released, motioned to his men to pick up their rifles and prepare to move out.  Eric was led to the edge of the clearing, pointed in the direction of the highway and given a push into the woods.  He turned and looked back at the clearing to see the last of the British soldiers disappearing into the woods to the east.

23 October 2015: The Present

Eric McPherson returned to the highway as three Virginia State Troopers were beginning a search along the highway looking for the owner of the car.  They inquired as to why he had left his vehicle and he told them that he had an upset stomach and went into the woods to throw up.  He was not about to tell anyone of his encounter with the British troops.  As he continued his journey to the east, Crystal City and work, Eric noticed that his coffee was still hot enough to drink.  How long had he been away from his car?  How long had the encounter with the British troops lasted? Had it really happened?

25 October 1777: The Revolution

Captain Eric McPherson and his patrol returned to their barracks having taken a direct route back to Fairfax from their interrupted mission.  All members of the platoon, including the Tories, had decided as a group not to discuss what had happened with anyone other than to report that when they arrived at the designated site in the Shenandoah Valley, the cache was gone and not to be found.  Their secret would go with them to the grave.  The question that each member of the patrol, whether he died in battle or of old age was, had it really happened?[i]

[1] The 45th Highland Fusiliers (Light, Dismounted) is a fictional unit in the British Army.

[2] This battle was actually fought on Breed’s Hill, a lower although formidable position that was taken by the British with heavy casualties.

[3] The Hessians were mercenary soldiers, nominally from the Germanic Province of Hesse, contracted to the British by their King.

[4]  Tories were colonists who remained loyal to the British Crown during the Revolutionary War.

[5] The Brown Bess was introduced into the British Army about 1722.  One of the rifles used during the Revolution was the Long Land Pattern (1722-1783).  This rifle was 62.5 inches long overall and weighed about 10.4 pounds.  The other was the Short Land Pattern (1740-1797) which was 58.5 inches long and weighed 10.5 pounds.  The usual load was 69 caliber and could be loaded with a “buck and ball” combination round.

[i] This entire exercise take place within a 33 mile distance from Fairfax to Marshall, VA.  The distance from Fairfax to Front Royal is only 50 miles and the Shenandoah Valley is about 68 miles from Washington, DC.

For a reference, the distance between Jamestown (founded in 1620) and Yorktown (where the British surrendered to the Americans) is only 20 miles.