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Shotgunning Ice From The Trees: A Tale From America

08 Tuesday Nov 2016

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ice storm, men, Mississippi, Perrin, the good old days, winter

The following I offer as a needed break from tonight’s election mania. You can thank me later.

The year was 1983. I think. We’re going to say it was 1983 and January. Could have been December but January of ’83 sounds about right.

Anyway it was cold. Very cold especially for east-central Mississippi. For the sake of my happy memories let’s also assume this frozen spell closely followed the white Christmas of that age. If you know otherwise, keep it to yourself, Zippy.

Snow began to fall. Actually it was ice. Maybe with freezing rain. Whatever it was that came from the sky the ground was soon completely iced over. Ice on the trees. Ice on the bushes. Ice was everywhere.

It was as beautiful as it was cold. And it was eerie. It all fell for a good long while. The roads became glazed over and utterly impassible. Everything became still and quiet. We didn’t have a heap of vehicular traffic anyways. My parents insisted on building a house on the extreme outskirts of town, about as far from Starkville as one could go and still call it civilization (if one stooped that low). That decision turned out to be fateful and fortunate.

Ice is heavy. As it accumulates, gravity goes to work. Tree limbs sag. Then they snap. They fall on power lines. The lines fall and snap the poles. Transformers explode with both a flash and a bang. This happened town-wide. Everyone lost electrical power. Everyone except the Lovett’s on the extreme outskirts of town.

It seems we tapped into our own grid out there. It must have been new, maybe built just for us. Whatever it was and however it happened we had power. Never so much as a flicker.

We learned of the general neighborhood outage from the pilgrims. Our lot was of greater size. The front yard (side yard really) was an acre or two. It slopped from our house down into a shallow valley formed by a creek. From the creek it rose another acre or two to the Wilsons’ house. The creek was lined with trees, small but numerous, mostly hardwood. Pines and a few ornamentals dotted the approaching properties.

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List 25.

It all looked so picturesque during The Great Ice Storm of ’83. Into that white picture drudged the Wilsons. I can’t remember who spotted them first but we all gathered and watched their coming from the huge window in the kitchen. Bundled up like the inhabitants of Siberia they came on, small uncomfortable figures.

It was just the two of them, Jim and Betty, and their dogs, Pumpkin and Fella. The creek was crossed by a small bridge constructed once upon a time by Dr. Wilson and my father. We first sighted their approach as they passed over it, dogs in tow. After a few minutes they reached our door – the back door under the carport.

It seems they had a premonition about the electrification situation and had come to seek warmth. My parents insisted they stay the duration. In addition to regular heat we also had a huge wood stove that was independently sufficient to heat the house (or most of it).

There was a vague fear our line would go down and we’d lose the juice. We never did. The Wilsons were very much like grandparents to me so I found their extended visit joyful. We all had a great time. Until the second day.

I think it was the morning. Everyone was gathered in the kitchen and enjoyed coffee and cocoa. We made small talk and watched one of our three channels on television (no cable in no-man’s land then).

Suddenly there was a boom like a cannon and the whole house shook. It seemed to have come from the carport, from just outside the door the Wilsons had entered through the day before. We ventured out to find a most unpleasant surprise.

A large, very large pine tree, laden with ice, had collapsed. It fell, luckily, on the corner of the carport. Pines trees, it is said, are good for two things: making cheap furniture and falling on houses. I can attest to both being true. No vehicles or supports were damaged but the roof and eves suffered dramatically. My father immediately searched the attic. Things like that can cause fires. From that we were safe. Safe from fire but not from ice.

A glance around the house revealed an ominous sight. Two dozen older, larger pines were covered and coated thick with ice. They all learned over the house, a silent frozen menace. Now and again one would creak. A little ice would fall. A branch. It was a bit disconcerting.

In modern times, lesser folks would have stupidly posted pictures to Instagram, moaned, and called out for deliverance from FEMA. Ours was a different time and place. The men quickly formulated a battle strategy. Mother Nature started it. They ended it.

My dad and Dr. Wilson, armed with shotguns and high performance #8 (?) birdshot, ventured into the unknown. Both were veterans but neither had experience battling trees or winter precipitation. Undeterred they commenced a short, successful war.

Round and round the house they went, blasting away into the air. Each shot produced a shower of ice, bark, and falling limbs. After a few rounds the subject tree would convulse. All the accumulated ice would cascade down in thunderous ruin. The tree, so dramatically lightened, would spring upright. A few treacherous sways and it would settle in place just as it had been for the days and years before.

I followed them with the dogs. My job, I suppose, was to keep our canine companions from being buried in an avalanche. They, for their part, were genuinely curious but a tad gun shy. Excited one second and cowed the next, they soon gave up and returned to the porch. I followed on.

The men slowed in their work. Look, point, shoot, discuss, and then laugh. The job turned mostly into laughter. They’d blast away and then cackle with delight. Soon it was a purely comical affair. Two grown men made their way through a frigid candy store … with shotguns. I was granted a single shot but that seemed to dampen their fun. They took my gun back, I went back to the dogs, and they hee-hawed away for what seemed like hours.

Eventually the shots died down and the victorious combatants returned for more coffee. All the trees were clear, including a good number nowhere near the house.

Mrs. Wilson, always as witty and sweet as could possibly be, remarked to me that I would always remember the winter when my dad and Dr. Wilson shot trees. I certainly have.

If there is a moral here it is to always have a plan. Always accept and help the neighbors. Keep a stove and some coffee. And beware of trees and ice. And shotguns! Nothing saves a house from being crushed in a winter storm like a shotgun. These marvels of firearms engineering can defeat even the most uncanny of intruders. And men. Men can be silly, courageous, and industrious all at once.

I’ll leave you with this: Ice storms are like elections. They come on hard and make little sense. Always have some birdshot handy.

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Ammunition To Go.

The Great All American High School Football Friday Night Shotgun Raffle

16 Sunday Oct 2016

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America, freedom, guns, happiness, Mississippi, shotgun raffle, Starkville

I grew up in a different time and a different place. Most people can say the same, at least as to the time. Maybe it’s just nostalgia (yeah, one of those posts) but I remember a better, freer, and happier America.

Let’s say it was 1982. Back then I was a youngster at a K-12 private school in Mississippi, Starkville Academy. I moved away a few years later and I have only been back once or twice. And the last visit was something like twenty years ago.

Through the magic of Facebook I have reconnected with many of my old classmates. Two of the young lady friends of mine are smoking hot (y’all know who you are). Heck, the women are all lookers (just as us gentlemen are all overly handsome). But these two in particular, it turns out, left SA not too long after I did. The idea has been floated to get together and crash the next reunion. Uh…that would be the …tenth. Yeah. I bet we do it. Unless we forget. What am I forgetting??

Yes, 1982. Back then, Friday night was high school football night. Sure, it’s kind of the same the country over but our’s was better. The high schoolers, of course, participated in the games. We of the younger set just tagged along and had fun. Cooler nights. Hot chocolate. Cheerleaders. And … shotguns.

You see, back then in Starkville, the forces of communism and wussification were yet unknown in America. Or, if they were known, they were still far away and hiding in their closets. Every year, at around this time of year, one Friday night football game was special. On that night the athletic boosters raffled off a shiny new shotgun. This brought out every man in the county. My dad never won but he was always there.

The raffle was held at half-time. Up until then the gun was displayed down near the concession stand. Every boy, every boy at heart, and most women ventured by to have a look at it. Seems to me it was always a semi-auto 12, maybe a Remington 1100 or a Browning.

It was a gun. It was at a school. It was there officially and on purpose. Everyone loved it. It served a good and worthy cause. And nobody thought twice about it – unless they bought two raffle tickets. That was my America.

As Meatloaf put it:

“It was long ago and it was far away,
And it was so much better than it is today.”

Today having a gun, any gun, at any school is a crime. 10,000 sissies, control freaks, weirdos and assorted losers stand ready to shriek, scream and cry about the micro-aggression of it all. Goshdarn it! I miss my country.

But, wait. What if things aren’t really all that different today? Could it be that in this one little corner of the Magnolia State a shred of freedom still lingers?

I had to check. I consulted the SA website (very professional, btw). Low and behold! I found this:

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Starkville Academy, 2016.

And this:

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SA.

Oh. My. God. There is a Santa Clause. Heaven is for real. Shove it all the way up your gun-grabbin, fascist butts; they still do it! And now they give a gun away every day for the whole damn month of October!!!!

And look at that grand prize – the gun – we might say. The one for Friday the 18th. A Berreta A400 Extreme. Like this one:

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Beretta. 

Nice. Very nice.

But still not as nice as knowing a little chunk of the old world still survives. Unhindered? Maybe not. I noticed in the small print, above, that the guns must be picked up elsewhere. Maybe that’s just for the dailies. Maybe the main event still happens at half-time. Maybe my ladies and I will find out for sure come the next reunion.

Whatever it is, I’m just happy as a clam – and I had to stop and dance twice during this writing – about the story. Americans: 1; Wimps: 0. I’ll take what I can get.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to scrape together some ticket money.

 

 

Lock and Load: Guns News Coast to Coast

24 Sunday Apr 2016

Posted by perrinlovett in Legal/Political Columns, News and Notes

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America, DOJ, firearms, freedom, government, green space chickens, gun control, Hillary Clinton, law, Mississippi, Second Amendment, Supreme Court, taxes, The People

Chelsea Clinton recently spoke to a group of communists and hoplophobes in Maryland about how her dear old Mom will use the Supreme Court to bring us a definitive ruling on gun control and some good old “common sense” regulation. Common sense – like what passed for common sense security in Benghazi. It seems like the court Mom should be concentrating on is the criminal court that may try her for those emails (just kidding, she’s in the Club).

Chelsea is much more attractive than her mommy and her voice isn’t nearly as irritating. Still, she marches to a similar drum. Her remarks were based in enough callousness and condescension to make her mother proud. Said the young Clinton: “With that greasy old wop [Justice Scalia] out of the way … mommy and I can take all the guns from those dumb Bible-thumpers and tax slaves…” Her line was cut short by a wild, howling chorus of cackles and mindless, violent-sounding chants; someone screamed “Allah Akbar!” See and hear for yourself.

Elsewhere, other fascists praised the actions of the territorial government of the Northern Mariana Islands and its institution of a $1,000 per item tax on gun sales. The Islands are one of those American territories that are only so that the natives may collect entitlement payments and people like Governor Ralph Torres can have jobs and a non-straw house to live in. I support independence for the Islands! As a free state they could enact whatever laws they choose. Gun control, cannibalism, anything they like. Our problem is that they want their law to be a model for the 50 States and other jurisdictions.

Chelsea’s Mom once supported a similar tax scheme. Maybe that’s the common sense definition she wants. The idea is that even if Herr Hillary’s Court can’t ban guns, the guns can be taxed out of the reach of most “ordinary” people. By the way, I’ve heard these islanders were the inspiration for the various headhunters on Gilligan’s Island.

Another Second Amendment end-around is to make financial transactions impossible for gun dealers and manufacturers. The Department of Justice [SIC] has a lovely program called Operation Choke Point. It is designed to make it rather difficult for risky or criminal enterprises to do banking business through the Federal Reserve’s risky, criminal organized banking business. The DOJ increasingly wants to lump gun makers into the same category with drug dealers, cartels (NOT to include the Fed), the mafia, and certain terrorist groups. They also want to include cigar companies. I’m sure military armament companies will have no problems cashing our tax checks and the State Department and CIA will keep bringing in those Cubans to give as gifts to the MIC reps at the trade shows (seen it myself). The rest of us be damned; Mommy knows best.

As is today, one doesn’t even need a gun to run afoul of the anti-freedom nut cases. A college student in south Alabama got in trouble with the campus rent-a-cop for wearing an empty holster during a political protest. The raincoat clad storm trooper even admitted the student did not violate any laws or rules but still cited him for causing a disturbance and threatened administrative action from the school. In south Alabama! Free people in Chicago and Boston are doomed.

Next door in Georgia we’re still waiting to see if Nathan “Captain Cave-in” Deal will sign or veto the State’s campus carry law. No word yet. No speculation either about the status of empty, as opposed to full, holsters in the Peach State. Peachy, Nathan, just peachy.

Now the good news. Some parts of America still somewhat resemble America regarding gun rights. Mississippi’s Governor just signed into law state-wide permitless carry of firearms. That means you’re free to be free. Mississippi joins a growing number of such unrestricted jurisdictions. These places tend to have lower crime rates than locales infected with that “common sense” nonsense. If you want safety and sanity, it may be time to move to a place where people are free to be free. Leave the rest of the continent to the cacklers and the headhunters. Or, molon labe!

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Personal Defense World/NRA photo.

 

Death at the Academy

23 Wednesday Mar 2016

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America, college, culture, debt, education, freedom, government, internet, law, learning, Mississippi, political science, political theory, Second Amendment, students, stupidity, The People, University of Georgia

I used to want to teach law or political theory at the university level. Now I do not. Well, honestly part of me still does. However, I have come to the conclusion it isn’t going to happen anytime soon. For years – a decade or so – I had a search running at Higheredjobs.com. I recently turned it off.

After maybe 100 failed inquiry letters and several first (and last) interviews I realized there is a disconnect between me and the academic system. It’s a good thing. I would not fit in. I imagine being the only non-communist on the faculty might be uncomfortable. Less comfortable would be my students. As I have chronicled here modern university students are large toddlers, less concerned with learning than feeling safe.

There’s a new and better educational model anyway. It uses independence and technology for a new take on the classical school experience. Socrates and Aquinas would approve if they were still around. In their respective ancient days only those who desired to learn furthered their education beyond a rudimentary level.

Times had changed by the 1970s when my father was teaching at Mississippi State. The emphasis was primarily on learning but the post hippy culture was creeping in. Serious students mingled on campus with party animals. In the corners social revolutionaries plotted the future of safe spaces, inclusion, and sustainability (still not sure what they sustain – certainly not education). I remember the pretty girls and the copious amounts of coffee and cigarettes consumed by the faculty.

Times kept changing. By the advent of my tenure at the University of Georgia the counterculture was taking control. Still, those that wanted to learn could but it was frowned upon. I fell somewhere between the studious and the partyers. The pretty girls still got my attention. Things were worse in law school. There I joined, fully, the ranks of the studious. As a rebel of demented mental ability I sought out the fundamental theories and origins behind the law. I largely did so in secret and on my own.

Today the inmates run the asylum. Beyond math, science and engineering real learning is frowned upon. There’s a lot of frowning. Tell a pretty girl she’s pretty and you may be brought up on charges. Coffee still seems safe but nicotine is verboten. Say things like “I like guns” or “taxes are too high” or “people should work for a living” and the student crybabies will melt and the faculty will launch into hysterical tyrades.

To be a white man on campus results in treatment once reserved for the likes of Hester Prynne. Pride in Western tradition, morality and common sense are treated like leprosy.

The schools (as they are still called) waste resources on sports, safe spaces, counseling, women’s studies, black studies, gay black women’s studies and a host of other nonsense.

These are the universities mind you. From Harvard to Notre Dame to my beloved UGA the failure of education has spread like a cancer. The lower, primary schools (especially those run by government – most) are in even worse shape.

Notre Dame professor Dr. Patrick Deneen says even the best colleges, like his, are “committing civilizational suicide.”

“What our educational system aims to produce is cultural amnesia, a wholesale lack of curiosity, history-less free agents, and educational goals composed of content-free processes and unexamined buzz-words like ‘critical thinking,’ ‘diversity,’ ‘ways of knowing,’ ‘social justice,’ and ‘cultural competence.’

Our students are the achievement of a systemic commitment to producing individuals without a past for whom the future is a foreign country, cultureless ciphers who can live anywhere and perform any kind of work without inquiring about its purposes or ends, perfected tools for an economic system that prizes ‘flexibility’ (geographic, interpersonal, ethical).”

Frightening but accurate. What happened? What are the sane and the responsible to do?

Gary North did a fantastic job laying out the history and demise of American education. His conclusion is simple and right – “close the schools.” They have failed. They do the opposite of what was once intended. They are beyond the point of redemption. Close them all.

The public schools are in group two. They are likely to die, no matter what. The only economically relevant question today is this: “How long will voters authorize the tax money required to keep them on life support?”

 – North, March 19, 2016.

He mentions the modern, better alternative, guaranteed to deliver real learning – the online education. The Kahn Academy is the largest school in the world with 25 million students. It’s free to anyone. There are others like it. They are beginning to take a bite out of traditional, failed schooling.

MIT boldly put nearly all of its courses online for free, for anyone. Some books will need to be acquired. There will be a small expense associated though many, many books are completely free on Kindle. Any ambitious young person with a laptop and a very basic comprehension of English and fundamental math can literally educate themselves at little to no cost and at their own pace.

There are a host of other opportunities online like Udemy. It’s an outfit or concept like this I may end up going with. Or I might just publish books and/or create my own e-classes in topics that interest me. The sky is the limit.

Educrats and silly professors are panicked because of this increasing competition. No time wasted waiting on the lowest common denominator to catch up. No boredom. No anti-western indoctrination. No crushing student loans of money illegally printed out of thin air.

No need to wallow amid a bunch of weak socialists in a dangerous environment. I recently noted the progress of Georgia’s H.B.859, a bill that would allow free people to legally carry firearms at state colleges. At present these schools are gun free zones – the type of places where the majority of violence occurs. It happens because criminals have a monopoly on force in such places.  The bill would tilt the tables in favor of ordinary people.

As such, it is opposed by criminals and school faculty and staff lacking common sense. UGA law professor Sonja West wrote a hysterical piece for Slate decrying self-defense. Using backwards antidotal evidence and shaky psuedo legal reasoning she conveys her central thought: she does not like guns. At least not guns in private hands. It’s just terrible people might have a legal fighting chance to repel attacks; the Second Amendment be damned.

The hoplophobia and mania runs deeper at the Red and Black, UGA’s leftist student newspaper: “Donald Trump may be the 21st-century equivalent of Mussolini, but the real threat to democracy is right here in Georgia.”

That’s all I really need to quote. Having worn out the Hitler label the lefties are turning to Mussolini. The poor argument is that guns threaten democracy. Democracy is about as big a threat as one might contrive. Free people with guns are a check on violence and tyranny, democratic or otherwise. Pitiful.

There was a death at the academy. Learning died. Now the schools themselves are headed to the graveyard. I hope you will share this information with a young person and said person’s parents. Help save them from wasting time and money and from exposure to whimps, communists, and freedom haters. Help them learn and explore their world freely.

Slavery In America (Part I of III)

24 Sunday Feb 2013

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This is the first in a series of articles about slavery in the United States; I anticipate three entries overall.  In Posse Comitatus, https://perrinlovett.wordpress.com/2013/02/20/posse-comitatus/ (one of my most popular articles despite its considerable length thank you), I briefly mentioned the evil institution of slavery as one of the major problems haunting the U.S. in the mid-nineteenth century. 

These three articles are concerned with slavery in the U.S. in the 21st century. 

If you’ve read Gerry Spence’s From Freedom to Slavery, http://www.amazon.com/From-Freedom-To-Slavery-Rebirth/dp/0312143427, you have an idea where I going with this.

At the very end of 1865 the 13th Amendment was added to the Constitution, forbidding the practice.  However, slavery has not gone away, it has only changed forms.  It is still as satanic a practice as ever.

The 13th Amendment reads (entirety): “Section 1. Neither slavery nor involuntary servitude, except as a punishment for crime whereof the party shall have been duly convicted, shall exist within the United States, or any place subject to their jurisdiction.  Section 2. Congress shall have power to enforce this article by appropriate legislation.”

At the time of its adoption, the Amendment was a God-sent blessing for the former black slaves in the South (and the North).  President Lincoln’s Emancipation Proclamation (another act of Congress, without an act of Congress) only freed those slaves in the then rebelling southern States as territory was claimed by the federal army.  Its effect was sporadic and when the war concluded there was tremendous speculation whether the effects would last.  Congress reacted by swiftly presenting the Amendment to the States for ratification.  On December 6, 1865 Georgia’s vote finalized this process and the Amendment was proclaimed officially on December 18, 1865.  Mississippi has the dubious distinction of being the last State to ratify – in 1995, although the vote was not reported to Congress until this year, 2013!

History shows that after 1865, segregation and related laws essentially kept the practice alive against blacks, altered only slightly, for the better part of a century.  My focus here is not on history but on the present.  As I said, despite being forbidden, slavery is alive and is growing in the U.S.  It is no longer limited by race or color.  Modern slavery affects the majority of the American people.

In the future installments on this issue I will cover the growth of this new institution and what it means for the modern-day serfs.  The new and widespread form is more insidious than its predecessor.  Herein I will relate to you the existence of one particular kind of slavery which is more directly in line with the ancient practice. 

First, you may be wondering how I could believe in the existence of vile servitude in this era?  You also may ponder, if what I say is true, why people tolerate it?

This first question I hope will be answered during the series.  Mr. Spence’s book is an excellent resource as well on this point.  The second was answered over 2000 years ago by a Roman named Sallust.  Sallust said, of people in general, “Only a few prefer liberty, the majority seek nothing more than fair masters.”  People do not merely tolerate oppression, many demand it.

Now, I want to talk about a group of people in our country today who have had their choice in the matter decided for them – by unfair, criminal masters.  These unfortunate few are virtually chained and have little chance for freedom without outside intervention.

I’m talking about the victims of “human trafficking.”  This is the term used for modern, actual slavery where people are bought and sold.  It takes many forms, including forced labor and forced organ “donation,” among others.  The type I will focus on is perhaps the most pervasive and morally offensive.  All forms are offensive but this one touches emotions harder than others and it is one I have seen closer than the others.  It is commonly known as “sex trafficking.”

Because of my profession I see many things others may miss.  For instance, I can usually spot a drug addict or a drug dealer.  I can also spot prostitutes.  Unfortunately, I do not have to look far for any of the three.  My weekly routine takes me through the huge intersection of a major Interstate highway (I-20) and a busy, commercialized secondary road.  The junction is only few miles from my house and is the center of what used to be a decent neighborhood.  I say “used to be” because of the horrible decline I have witnessed over the past few decades.  Again, I see (and hear about) things others normally do not.  To an outside observer the area would appear quite normal, prosperous even.  This is the same area where thousands of golf fans and patrons gather every spring for the Masters Tournament.

At first I began to notice an influx of seedy looking characters who walked the streets with seemingly nothing to do.  I’m not passing judgment, just making an observation.  They even established “camps” behind local businesses.  Last Thanksgiving I found one such man passed out drunk on the sidewalk of the afore-mentioned busy road.  At first I thought he was dead.

Then, at some point, I became aware of the working girls, their pimps, and the growth of the local drug trade.  The girls are the easiest to pick out.  Fairly pretty girls don’t constantly hang out at gas stations at all hours and ride off with random strangers.  The area is replete with motels which offer convenient bases of operations.  One finds the pimps loitering about the parking lots, usually drunk or high. 

I have a great deal of sympathy for the girls.  Most of them look like nice, average, American young women.  It’s obvious they come from extreme difficulty and find it anew every day.  In addition to the threats of disease, violence, and arrest, they also face the prospect of unwittingly joining the deeper ranks of the sex trade.  There was an attractive blonde I saw almost every time I passed through for a year or so.  I never saw her after one Masters’ week; I suspect foul play.  Not all of our golf visitors are upstanding gentlemen.  The girls seem pitiful.  The pimps I tend to think of as rats and I have a difficult time keeping my vehicle from squashing them.

The local drug trade is centered in some of the motels, but more prominently in the various apartment complexes behind the motels.  I know this because I have defended several dealers in court and because of my routine dealings with local law enforcement.  The Sheriff’s Department has done a fairly good job of addressing the problem as far as it goes.  However, every bust seems to only stir the dealers and their clients around rather than eliminate them.

Yes, I am a libertarian (not a party Libertarian with a capital “L”) whose general disdain for government borders on anarchic.  Why then do I condemn drugs and prostitution?  I understand the old phrase, “You can’t legislate morality.”  This is true, as drugs and prostitution are currently illegal but continue nonetheless.  Remember this piece is not about the virtue or lack thereof concerning such laws but about victims of slavery.  I, as a freedom lover, do not support drug and other repressive criminal laws.  As a sane man though, I do not support dangerous practices and cultural degeneracy.  Sometimes one bad thing leads to another, maybe worse.  The solution, if it is to be found, is societal.  It rests with the people, not the government.

At any rate, this emerging hotbed of local vice has given rise to a worse and truly criminal element.  Most local people are oblivious to the fact this particular section of metro Augusta, Georgia is, or was, a major center in the sex slave trade.  I know this also from my work.  Local and state authorities, along with the FBI conducted an operation to eliminate the problem a few years ago.  I am not sure if they were successful; these rings tend to be highly mobile and are used to playing cat and mouse with the police. 

The trade is run by disgusting filth that make the average rodent-pimps seem pious by comparison.  They prey on local girls with problems – drug addicts, prostitutes, run-aways, etc.  They also kidnap and import girls from places like Asia and Eastern Europe.  It is a global problem which even the useless at best, craven at worst U.N. has condemned.  Some of the victims are really sold to “owners” while others are forced to work in exploitative fashion in various ignoble jobs.

My direct knowledge of the matter as it is locally connected comes, again, from my legal work.  One of my previous clients was caught by the FBI (mistakenly) during the crackdown.  He had no part in the targeted operation but was participating in a “non-crime” in the wrong place at the worst possible time.  He was turned over to the Sheriff for misdemeanor prosecution.  Given his pathetic plight and the excellence of his lawyer, the poor fellow was set free with no record of conviction. 

The client may have fared well (if embarrassingly) in court, but he must still live with himself and those around him.  His non-crime would have terrible implications for his family, if discovered, and he was truly demoralized about the entire ordeal.  I really believe he will never be in this situation again; I pray he is at peace now.  If you know someone with such a problem, stand up and help.

That is what I mean about The People taking control and care of their lives.  Drug abuse and other problems can be halted if detected early by friends and family.  Of course, in Amerika today, many of us don’t really know our friends that well and families are becoming dis-jointed relics of a bygone era.  Only through individual actions can we hope to fix these problems, We the People.

The people should also push law enforcement to go after real criminals, like sex traffickers (and murderers, arsonists, bansters, and politicians), and stop harassing everyone else.  Unfortunately, as I fear I will convey in the next few segments, and to paraphrase Thomas Jefferson (ironically, a slave owner himself), the people are often poor guardians of their own freedom.

The next two installments will deal with systematic slavery which has nearly all of in its grip.  Get ready to get angry.

Perrin Lovett

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