Sunday in the High Country...

...and back to the mundane tasks of wielding the ole snow shovel and clearing the long driveway here at the Secret Hidden Bunker. Might do some dry-firing this afternoon, clean a parrot cage, pull the lever on the Dillon, you know, just stuff.

I came across this on the Western Rifle Shooters Association blog:

I have to say, George Orwell was a man ahead of his time. While I was cooking last night — red beans and rice with salmon sausage, if you must know — I was thinking about a meme I started on the Internet...that antigunners don't hate guns, they hate people with guns...and that would be us. After months of politics, I can categorically say that at least in Colorado, those words could not be more true. In some ways it's hard to parse that with the mainstream of America. But the last decade of relentless divisiveness has, I believe, taken us to a brink where none of want to be. It'd be fair to say we all live in a state of willful blindness, not seeing those things we don't want to see.

Michael Bloomberg has crafted a brilliant narrative — that we simply don't matter. The NRA is funded by some shadowy group of Gigantic Firearms Companies rather than millions of concerned individuals;  anyone who supports firearms rights is at best ignorant and at worst a domestic-terrorist-in-waiting; that the progressive wave of future is, as George Orwell noted, toward control.

But I believe we do matter. I believe in Samuel Adams' "...irate, tireless minority keen to set brushfires in people's minds." What a wonderful phrase... "set brushfires in people's minds." We've gotten complacent from our years of one victory after the other, but I feel that is changing. We're gearing up for the long march, for the fight of our lives. And I believe we will win for the simple fact that we understand relentless. Once during a radio interview I was asked by the host whether I always voted "guns." I said yes, I did, and she responded, "Well, I vote for gun control." I said I understood, but the difference between her and me was that in the next few months, other issues would rise up to capture her attention, and she'd find herself voting for schools or for community centers or for more taxes or against global warning. I, on the other hand, will still vote "guns" — every, single time.

So my message in Colorado will be 2014 is coming. I believe that as a culture we are the last great libertarian — small "L" — hope, the repository of the DNA of America. And we are irate and tireless, but I don't think we're a minority, not any more. So let's get back to work on those brushfires!

And meanwhile, I'll get to work on all that white stuff outside...