AKCoyote

Thanks Skillet.  Since you are a Super Admin, is there a process to ratify or make official whatever organizational structure that we come up with?

I think at least the 3 of us are on the same page.  Some how, some way we need to get together and come up with a plan on how we want to organize.  Whenever I have worked on any type of 'organizational' project, the first thing that I have done is develop a 'Purpose Statement'.  It doesn't have to be long but it should be succinct enough to give an over view as to why we exist.  Example:  "The purpose of the 907 Militia is to organize and train like minded individuals to support and assist our local communities while protecting the constitutions of our federal and state governments."  That could use a lot of work but it's illustrative of what we are looking for.  Suggestions?

In my last post I was looking for an answer to a question but I think I made the question too complicated.  What exactly would you like to get out of belonging to a militia?  It's really hard to make something when no one knows what it should look like.

Back in May, JAdams asked a simple but necessary question……What are we going to do?  Since that time, there have been 15 replies and 345 views to his question.  There was some brief discussion on the members actually meeting up but for the most part, not many people were even interested in the idea.

I got here through my desire to join a legitimate, organized militia.  I’m not a radical right wing anything but I am a patriot who took an oath to protect the constitution of the United States of America and there are other members here that took the same oath.  I have no desire for another civil war or any type of armed insurrection but I will do whatever it takes to protect my family or my country.  If that means taking up arms against whatever, then so be it.  My guess is that the majority of active participants here feel the same way.

With that said, I must say that I am a bit disappointed.  The 21 people who signed up for this militia did so for a reason but for the most part, I have no idea as to why.  It seems that people want a place to go but have no interest in participating or even stating their opinions.  I’ve participated in a lot of discussion boards in my life but never one where no one wanted to discuss anything.  In my short time here, I’ve tossed out some pretty simple ‘survival’ type information and there hasn’t been comment one.  It seems as if people just come in, cruise by and keep on going.  That degree of interest will never make for a healthy militia.

Speaking of militias, I have always had my opinion of what a militia should be as well as the role that they had played in the past.  So as I was thinking of writing this, I looked up the modern definition:

militia

[ mi-lish-uh ]

Noun

1.     a body of citizens enrolled for military service, and called out periodically for drill but serving full time only in emergencies.

2.     a body of citizen soldiers as distinguished from professional soldiers.

3.     all able-bodied males considered by law eligible for military service.

4.     a body of citizens organized in a paramilitary group and typically regarding themselves as defenders of individual rights against the presumed interference of the federal government.

With the exception of #4, (and ‘males’ in #3) today’s militias are really no different than the militias of the American revolution and that is as it should be.  But by today’s standards, we should be well trained in first aid, crowd and traffic control, disaster recovery, logistics and communications.  If faced with a true SHTF situation, we should be trained at a minimum in basic military tactics and we should all be proficient with firearms.  As a militia, we need to be organized.  We need to assess our individual skills and assign duties and responsibilities accordingly.  To be efficient and proficient, we need to become a cohesive unit where we can perform as a team when needed.  As things stand today, none of this is even remotely happening.

 

I’m the newby here and have no authority other than to state my opinion.  I firmly believe that we need an active, well trained and disciplined militia here in Alaska as the lower 48 is headed toward absolute chaos and who knows what types of people may be heading here to escape it.  If we want to be more than just keyboard warriors, then we have to start somewhere and build an organization from the ground up.

 

I’m committed to being a part of a well-trained and active militia here in Alaska even if I have to create one myself.  What I would like to know at this point is just how many others feel as I do.  Anyone who would like to correspond just let me know and we can try out the PM system and exchange our personal information.

Here's a link to a book available on the AskAPrepper web site.  Great book and site for a ton of SHTF survival ideas.

 

https://www.askaprepper.com/the-lost-superfoods-book-review/?utm_source=Newsletter&utm_medium=AAP

 

       As  a militia, it is our duty to protect the Constitution of the United States of America.  This short story perfectly illustrates just how far we, or should I say our elected representatives, have gotten from that responsibility.  It's well worth the time to read it.

 

 

Col. David Crockett
US Representative from Tennessee

 

 

Originally published in “The Life of Colonel David Crockett,” by Edward Sylvester Ellis.

 

 

One day in the House of Representatives a bill was taken up appropriating money for the benefit of a widow of a distinguished naval officer. Several beautiful speeches had been made in its support. The Speaker was just about to put the question when Crockett arose:

“Mr. Speaker–I have as much respect for the memory of the deceased, and as much sympathy for the sufferings of the living, if suffering there be, as any man in this House, but we must not permit our respect for the dead or our sympathy for a part of the living to lead us into an act of injustice to the balance of the living. I will not go into an argument to prove that Congress has not the power to appropriate this money as an act of charity. Every member upon this floor knows it. We have the right, as individuals, to give away as much of our own money as we please in charity; but as members of Congress we have no right so to appropriate a dollar of the public money. Some eloquent appeals have been made to us upon the ground that it is a debt due the deceased. Mr. Speaker, the deceased lived long after the close of the war; he was in office to the day of his death, and I have never heard that the government was in arrears to him.

“Every man in this House knows it is not a debt. We cannot, without the grossest corruption, appropriate this money as the payment of a debt. We have not the semblance of authority to appropriate it as charity. Mr. Speaker, I have said we have the right to give as much money of our own as we please. I am the poorest man on this floor. I cannot vote for this bill, but I will give one week’s pay to the object, and if every member of Congress will do the same, it will amount to more than the bill asks.”

He took his seat. Nobody replied. The bill was put upon its passage, and, instead of passing unanimously, as was generally supposed, and as, no doubt, it would, but for that speech, it received but few votes, and, of course, was lost.

Later, when asked by a friend why he had opposed the appropriation, Crockett gave this explanation:

“Several years ago I was one evening standing on the steps of the Capitol with some other members of Congress, when our attention was attracted by a great light over in Georgetown. It was evidently a large fire. We jumped into a hack and drove over as fast as we could. In spite of all that could be done, many houses were burned and many families made houseless, and, besides, some of them had lost all but the clothes they had on. The weather was very cold, and when I saw so many women and children suffering, I felt that something ought to be done for them. The next morning a bill was introduced appropriating $20,000 for their relief. We put aside all other business and rushed it through as soon as it could be done.

“The next summer, when it began to be time to think about election, I concluded I would take a scout around among the boys of my district. I had no opposition there, but, as the election was some time off, I did not know what might turn up. When riding one day in a part of my district in which I was more of a stranger than any other, I saw a man in a field plowing and coming toward the road. I gauged my gait so that we should meet as he came to the fence. As he came up, I spoke to the man. He replied politely, but, as I thought, rather coldly.

“I began: ‘Well, friend, I am one of those unfortunate beings called
candidates, and—‘

“Yes I know you; you are Colonel Crockett. I have seen you once before, and voted for you the last time you were elected. I suppose you are out electioneering now, but you had better not waste your time or mine, I shall not vote for you again.”

“This was a sockdolager…I begged him to tell me what was the matter.

” ’Well, Colonel, it is hardly worth-while to waste time or words upon it. I do not see how it can be mended, but you gave a vote last winter which shows that either you have not capacity to understand the Constitution, or that you are wanting in the honesty and firmness to be guided by it. In either case you are not the man to represent me. But I beg your pardon for expressing it in that way. I did not intend to avail myself of the privilege of the constituent to speak plainly to a candidate for the purpose of insulting or wounding you. I intend by it only to say that your understanding of the Constitution is very different from mine; and I will say to you what, but for my rudeness, I should not have said, that I believe you to be honest. …But an understanding of the Constitution different from mine I cannot overlook, because the Constitution, to be worth anything, must be held sacred, and rigidly observed in all its provisions. The man who wields power and misinterprets it is the more dangerous the more honest he is.’

” ‘I admit the truth of all you say, but there must be some mistake about it, for I do not remember that I gave any vote last winter upon any constitutional question.’

“ ‘No, Colonel, there’s no mistake. Though I live in the backwoods and seldom go from home, I take the papers from Washington and read very carefully all the proceedings of Congress. My papers say that last winter you voted for a bill to appropriate $20,000 to some sufferers by a fire in Georgetown. Is that true?’

” ‘Well, my friend; I may as well own up. You have got me there. But certainly nobody will complain that a great and rich country like ours should give the insignificant sum of $20,000 to relieve its suffering women and children, particularly with a full and overflowing Treasury, and I am sure, if you had been there, you would have done just as I did.’

” ‘It is not the amount, Colonel, that I complain of; it is the principle. In the first place, the government ought to have in the Treasury no more than enough for its legitimate purposes. But that has nothing with the question. The power of collecting and disbursing money at pleasure is the most dangerous power that can be entrusted to man, particularly under our system of collecting revenue by a tariff, which reaches every man in the country, no matter how poor he may be, and the poorer he is the more he pays in proportion to his means. What is worse, it presses upon him without his knowledge where the weight centers, for there is not a man in the United States who can ever guess how much he pays to the government. So you see, that while you are contributing to relieve one, you are drawing it from thousands who are even worse off than he. If you had the right to give anything, the amount was simply a matter of discretion with you, and you had as much right to give $20,000,000 as $20,000. If you have the right to give to one, you have the right to give to all; and, as the Constitution neither defines charity nor stipulates the amount, you are at liberty to give to any and everything which you may believe, or profess to believe, is a charity, and to any amount you may think proper. You will very easily perceive what a wide door this would open for fraud and corruption and favoritism, on the one hand, and for robbing the people on the other. ‘No, Colonel, Congress has no right to give charity. Individual members may give as much of their own money as they please, but they have no right to touch a dollar of the public money for that purpose. If twice as many houses had been burned in this county as in Georgetown, neither you nor any other member of Congress would have thought of appropriating a dollar for our relief. There are about two hundred and forty members of Congress. If they had shown their sympathy for the sufferers by contributing each one week’s pay, it would have made over $13,000. There are plenty of wealthy men in and around Washington who could have given $20,000 without depriving themselves of even a luxury of life.’ “The congressmen chose to keep their own money, which, if reports be true, some of them spend not very creditably; and the people about Washington, no doubt, applauded you for relieving them from the necessity of giving by giving what was not yours to give. The people have delegated to Congress, by the Constitution, the power to do certain things. To do these, it is authorized to collect and pay moneys, and for nothing else. Everything beyond this is usurpation, and a violation of the Constitution.’

” ‘So you see, Colonel, you have violated the Constitution in what I consider a vital point. It is a precedent fraught with danger to the country, for when Congress once begins to stretch its power beyond the limits of the Constitution, there is no limit to it, and no security for the people. I have no doubt you acted honestly, but that does not make it any better, except as far as you are personally concerned, and you see that I cannot vote for you.’

“I tell you I felt streaked. I saw if I should have opposition, and this man should go to talking, he would set others to talking, and in that district I was a gone fawn-skin. I could not answer him, and the fact is, I was so fully convinced that he was right, I did not want to. But I must satisfy him, and I said to him:

” ‘Well, my friend, you hit the nail upon the head when you said I had not sense enough to understand the Constitution. I intended to be guided by it, and thought I had studied it fully. I have heard many speeches in Congress about the powers of Congress, but what you have said here at your plow has got more hard, sound sense in it than all the fine speeches I ever heard. If I had ever taken the view of it that you have, I would have put my head into the fire before I would have given that vote; and if you will forgive me and vote for me again, if I ever vote for another unconstitutional law I wish I may be shot.’

“He laughingly replied; ‘Yes, Colonel, you have sworn to that once before, but I will trust you again upon one condition. You say that you are convinced that your vote was wrong. Your acknowledgment of it will do more good than beating you for it. If, as you go around the district, you will tell people about this vote, and that you are satisfied it was wrong, I will not only vote for you, but will do what I can to keep down opposition, and, perhaps, I may exert some little influence in that way.’

” ‘If I don’t’, said I, ‘I wish I may be shot; and to convince you that I am in earnest in what I say I will come back this way in a week or ten days, and if you will get up a gathering of the people, I will make a speech to them. Get up a barbecue, and I will pay for it.’

” ‘No, Colonel, we are not rich people in this section, but we have plenty of provisions to contribute for a barbecue, and some to spare for those who have none. The push of crops will be over in a few days, and we can then afford a day for a barbecue. This is Thursday; I will see to getting it up on Saturday week. Come to my house on Friday, and we will go together, and I promise you a very respectable crowd to see and hear you.’

” ‘Well, I will be here. But one thing more before I say good-bye. I must know your name.’

” ‘My name is Bunce.’

” ‘Not Horatio Bunce?’

” ‘Yes.’

” ‘Well, Mr. Bunce, I never saw you before, though you say you have seen me, but I know you very well. I am glad I have met you, and very proud that I may hope to have you for my friend.’

“It was one of the luckiest hits of my life that I met him. He mingled but little with the public, but was widely known for his remarkable intelligence and incorruptible integrity, and for a heart brimful and running over with kindness and benevolence, which showed themselves not only in words but in acts. He was the oracle of the whole country around him, and his fame had extended far beyond the circle of his immediate acquaintance. Though I had never met him, before, I had heard much of him, and but for this meeting it is very likely I should have had opposition, and had been beaten. One thing is very certain, no man could now stand up in that district under such a vote.

“At the appointed time I was at his house, having told our conversation to every crowd I had met, and to every man I stayed all night with, and I found that it gave the people an interest and a confidence in me stronger than I had ever seen manifested before.

“Though I was considerably fatigued when I reached his house, and, under ordinary circumstances, should have gone early to bed, I kept him up until midnight, talking about the principles and affairs of government, and got more real, true knowledge of them than I had got all my life before.

“I have known and seen much of him since, for I respect him - no, that is not the word - I reverence and love him more than any living man, and I go to see him two or three times every year; and I will tell you, sir, if every one who professes to be a Christian lived and acted and enjoyed it as he does, the religion of Christ would take the world by storm.

“But to return to my story. The next morning we went to the barbecue, and, to my surprise, found about a thousand men there. I met a good many whom I had not known before, and they and my friend introduced me around until I had got pretty well acquainted - at least, they all knew me.

“In due time notice was given that I would speak to them. They gathered up around a stand that had been erected. I opened my speech by saying:

” ‘Fellow-citizens - I present myself before you today feeling like a new man. My eyes have lately been opened to truths which ignorance or prejudice, or both, had heretofore hidden from my view. I feel that I can today offer you the ability to render you more valuable service than I have ever been able to render before. I am here today more for the purpose of acknowledging my error than to seek your votes. That I should make this acknowledgment is due to myself as well as to you. Whether you will vote for me is a matter for your consideration only.’”

“I went on to tell them about the fire and my vote for the appropriation and then told them why I was satisfied it was wrong. I closed by saying:

” ‘And now, fellow-citizens, it remains only for me to tell you that the most of the speech you have listened to with so much interest was simply a repetition of the arguments by which your neighbor, Mr. Bunce, convinced me of my error.

” ‘It is the best speech I ever made in my life, but he is entitled to the
credit for it. And now I hope he is satisfied with his convert and that he will get up here and tell you so.’

“He came upon the stand and said:

” ‘Fellow-citizens - It affords me great pleasure to comply with the request of Colonel Crockett. I have always considered him a thoroughly honest man, and I am satisfied that he will faithfully perform all that he has promised you today.’

“He went down, and there went up from that crowd such a shout for Davy Crockett as his name never called forth before.’

“I am not much given to tears, but I was taken with a choking then and felt some big drops rolling down my cheeks. And I tell you now that the remembrance of those few words spoken by such a man, and the honest, hearty shout they produced, is worth more to me than all the honors I have received and all the reputation I have ever made, or ever shall make, as a member of Congress.’

“Now, sir,” concluded Crockett, “you know why I made that speech yesterday.

“There is one thing now to which I will call your attention. You remember that I proposed to give a week’s pay. There are in that House many very wealthy men - men who think nothing of spending a week’s pay, or a dozen of them, for a dinner or a wine party when they have something to accomplish by it. Some of those same men made beautiful speeches upon the great debt of gratitude which the country owed the deceased–a debt which could not be paid by money–and the insignificance and worthlessness of money, particularly so insignificant a sum as $10,000, when weighed against the honor of the nation. Yet not one of them responded to my proposition. Money with them is nothing but trash when it is to come out of the people. But it is the one great thing for which most of them are striving, and many of them sacrifice honor, integrity, and justice to obtain it.

We may live in Alaska but in a SHTF event, surviving and (hopefully) getting back to normal is pretty much the same no matter where you live.  We all need food, water and shelter in order to survive.  The attached survival guide doesn't cover everything but it's a good start in helping you get prepared.

Urban_Survival_Compendium.pdf

Contrary to some popular opinions, beef doesn't come from the butcher and vegetables from cans.  When SHTF, we have to know how to take care of ourselves.  If you are not prepping now, maybe this article will help get you started.

Becoming_Self_Sufficient.pdf

Good day everyone!

Well, I'm 64, not too bad of shape for my age, husband, father, grandfather, patriot and looking for fellow patriots to join forces with.  My BA is in Organizational Communications (many moons ago) and I have a few other skills that would be valuable in a true SHTF situation.  I welcome all communication with folks with like minds and values.

It's said that the average American (at least in the cities) has no more than 3 days worth of food put away.  Even if you prep, your food can eventually run out.  Here are some things that are pretty easy to grow, even here in Alaska.

What_Every_Survivalist_Should_Grow_in_His_Backyard.pdf

I have a boat load of files covering necessities during a SHTF situation.  Assuming that I've got the file uploaded correctly, the first one is Bartering for Patriots.  A lot of the info is common sense but it definitely has some things to think about.  Hope this works.  Should be a PDF file.  Looks like it worked!

Bartering_for_Patriots.pdf

I was going through some computer files and ran across this.  It's about 10 years old but some stories are as moving today as the day they were written.

 

You're a 19 year old kid.
 
You're critically wounded and dying in the jungle somewhere in the Central Highlands of Viet Nam .


It's  November 11, 1967.
 
LZ (landing zone) X-ray.

 Your unit is outnumbered 8-1 and the enemy fire is so intense, from 100 yards away, that your CO (commanding officer)

has ordered the MedEvac helicopters to stop coming in.
 

You're lying there, listening to the enemy machine guns and you know you're not getting out.
 
Your family is half way around the world, 12,000 miles away, and you'll never see them again.
 
As the world starts to fade in and out, you know this is the day.

Then - over the machine gun noise - you faintly hear that sound of a helicopter.
 
You look up to see a Huey coming in. But ... It doesn't seem real because no MedEvac markings are on it.
 
Captain Ed Freeman is coming in for you.
 

He's not MedEvac so it's not his job, but he heard the radio call and decided he's flying his Huey down into the machine gun fire anyway.

Even after the MedEvacs were ordered not to come.  He's coming anyway.

And he drops it in and sits there in the machine gun fire, as they load 3 of you at a time on board.
 
Then he  flies you up and out through the gunfire to the doctors and nurses and safety.
 
And, he kept coming back!! 13more times!!  Until all the wounded were out. No one knew until the mission was over that the

Captain had been hit 4 times in the legs and left arm.

 

He took 29 of you and your buddies out that day. Some would not have made it without the Captain and his Huey.

Medal  of Honor Recipient, Captain  Ed Freeman, United States Air Force, died last Wednesday at the age of 70, in Boise, Idaho .
 

May God Bless and Rest His Soul.
 
I bet you didn't hear about this hero's passing, but we've sure seen
a whole bunch about Michael Jackson and Tiger Woods.

Shame on the American media !!!

 
Now ... YOU pass this along to YOUR mailing list.  Honor this real American.  

Please. 

Amen brother!

I do our grocery shopping 2x per month.  For the last 10 years, I have spent an extra $10 each time I went shopping on extra beans, rice etc.  My wife and I now have sufficient supplies to easily last us a year in a SHTF situation.  All it takes is consistently buying a little extra and a little imagination and you can build up a stock pile in no time.

OK.  I'm new here (joined yesterday) and I'm 100% with Ninjanurse1987.  I moved my family up here from CA in 1994 and have never looked back.

 

Today, I'm 64, good job and plan on retiring in a few years.  That is, assuming that this nation doesn't fall apart worse than it already has.  I see myself as a constitutional conservative and believe that the U.S. was the most successful attempt at individual liberty ever devised by man.  I say 'was' because as a nation, we are coming apart at the seems and I see no way that the differences between the left and the right can ever be resolved in such a way that both sides would be satisfied.  The indoctrination (some say education) system has been successful beyond anyone's dreams at convincing the youth of this country that the United States is a racist, homophobic, misogynistic, xenophobic  hell hole that needs to be torn down and rebuilt as a leftist utopia.  Couple that with the unbridled illegal immigration that has gone on for the last 50 years and conservative values are fast becoming a way of the past.

 

For a number of reasons, I believe that a second civil war is inevitable only this time our nation won't survive.  The left, in their quest for power, has divided us like never before.  Black vs white.  Rich vs poor.  North vs south.  Male vs female.  Straight vs gay.  Legal vs illegal.  We are no longer 'out of many, one'.  We have third and fourth generation immigrants who don't even speak the English language.  Where we used to be the melting pot of the world, we are slowly but surely becoming the scrap yard for many of the world's poorest nations.  It is still hard for me to believe that the majority of this has happened to us in just the last 50 years.

 

Today I'm thankful that we live in Alaska as we will escape most of the carnage that is to come.  Nevertheless, we need to be ready through training and education to face a future that will be radically different from what we have now.  If my prediction comes true, the lower 48 (or whatever it becomes) will be in chaos for years and we will need to stand on our own.  This is when a trained, organized and prepared militia will be crucial to the continuation of a society as we (used to) know it.  And this is the reason that I have chosen to become a member of this group.

 

Like Ninjanurse, I would like to get away from the digital life and meet our fellow militia members.  We need to train, organize and prepare like our future depends upon it, because it does.  I work Mon-Fri but can meet anywhere btw Anchorage and the valley on weekends.  There is a saying that goes something like "Fail to plan, plan to fail".  We can get through whatever lies ahead and preparation is the key.  Personally, I don't plan on failing.  If anyone is interested in joining me, just let me know.