sailing the San Francisco Bay on my Nacra 5.8 catamaran
Who am I?
Claire Wolf called me a Renaissance Man.
I had to look it up, but found she is correct.
I have yet to meet anyone who dabbles with as much as I do.
Writer, reader, publisher, webmaster
Activist, organizer, politician, Libertarian
Philosopher, economist, sociologist, psychologist
Mid-level rifleman, handgunner, careful ammo reloader
Husband, Dad, grandpa, son, friend, neighbor, stalwart teammate
1%-er high-performance-driver from 2 to 18 wheels, street and track
Organic gardener, small-farmer, teacher, chicken-rancher, landscaper
Amateur radio teacher, proponent, planner, organizer, provider, student
Nutritionist, herbalist, naturalpath, organic shopper, ingredient reader
Trombone and upright bass musician, band manager, teacher, student
Woodworker, metalworker, mechanic, fabricator, inventor, handyman, fixer
Prepper, self-defense advocate, militia proponent with focus on comms/inteligence
only 3-time overall winner in Sports Car Olympics history
aka: jack of all trades, master of none
Doing what I can to make my community a better place.
If you or I want something done,
I can probably figure out how to do it…
but I’m probably too busy to give it a go.
about Idaho Liberty .com
The truth is out there.
Little pieces of it are right here.
It will not seek you.
Passive acceptance of the propaganda that is delivered to you will assure you of the fate its producers have in mind for you.
I shouldn’t need to say it, but these ideas and collection of words are presented here for your use. Share them, rephrase them, link to them, quote them as you wish. I won’t pretend my thoughts aren’t the offspring of others, nor should anyone else pretend theirs are of their own independent creation to be protected by governmental censorship or legal machinations.
Packaging it in handsome, familiar clothes called “copyright laws” or modern duds called “intellectual property” the concept that caveman number two cannot make his own fire without paying the first guy is pretty darn absurd.
I write for the same reason a chicken lays eggs. (This stuff simply pops out because it must.) Theoretically, it would be good to get paid for it, but then I would be required to write with a certain regularity, quite unlike the surges of inspiration that produce my websites.