I won't though, because the CPX is working exactly as intended, IMO. All of that "discussion" it has generated is right on. Good data.
It's quite instructive, IMO, and the "conversation" illustrates exactly why we're screwed, from the inability to read through it, to the assumptions, to the just general nastiness and venom that has arisen.
I'd would venture to say that CPX Foxtrot has reached the right audience, both in FreeFor and elsewhere, and that it has stirred exactly the right pots. The next one will be better, I bet. That's the purpose of exercises, training, and such.
Or maybe we can just sit back and utter imprecations and half threats and buy more useless GI castoff junk to reassure ourselves that we're "doing something".
Then I was going to launch into a flame war over this idiocy.
*expletive*
*Spits*
We all have pasts.
Get over it.
After spending the night working chest and triceps, helping out an eight year old with grammar, being "snow-snaked" by my kids upon arrival at home from work, being enthralled by the iridescent beauty of my wife's face and hair in the sun, finishing a birthday cake (that was late, and a disaster, btw), explaining to my boys (and showing them) the operation of a black powder revolver, I sat down to check emails, comments, and the blogosphere before finishing two of my college papers.
Then I realized something.
There's not enough time for this crap.
Not enough at all.
So, in short, I could care less about whether half the "community" thinks CPX Foxtrot is a waste. I could care less about Kerodin's real, past, and in the open conviction, or about the former life of former communists who -by admission- committed violent felonies against American citizens while cheering the advance of Marxism and the victory of people who killed -and were killed by- my kin.
- Kerodin is my friend. I stand by him fully. Full stop. End of discussion.
- Mike was at one point instrumental in bringing me to where I am today, for good or bad. End of story.
- I support CPX Foxtrot 110%, and will push and support the next one (when/if it is released) as well. Period.
That's where I stand. I just don't have time for this stuff.
My society is falling apart, and I will be soon giving this broken mess to my children.
My nation is falling apart, and soon it will belong, in all of its fallen glory, to my children.
Right now, forces are pressing for a war that may end up engulfing my children.
This world, every day, grows into a more dangerous place into which my precious and tiny wife must venture.
Every force in this world is desperately trying to destroy my family, my ability to provide for them, trying to take our liberties, render obsolete our values, control our futures, re-order our world.
I tell you what, rightfreakingnow.
I'm a father and a man, and I intend to fight it.
Maybe my obsession with PT and disciplining my body is in vain.
Maybe my obsession with weapons training is for naught.
Maybe my insistence on scanning for physical, emotional, and spiritual threats to my family at all times borders on paranoia.
Maybe my constant learning, thinking, and reasoning around freedom, liberty, security, culture, and nation is for nothing.
Maybe all of this is in vain.
All right then. It's in vain.
Get up. Back in the fight.
Nonetheless.
I will go down fighting. Spiritually, physically, whatever.
I will not, as far as I am able, shame my wife. My boys will not see their father silenced or beaten without a struggle. I will not teach my daughters, through my example, to look for a husband and a man to provide for them who will bow to his enemies.
I must live for my family. I intend on being worthy of them.
We all die. I intend to deserve it.
So will my sons and daughters.
Forever.
I promise.
So, yeah, I don't have time to wade into the latest melee(s) swinging.
Neither should you, unless it's just for fun...
It's 11:30, and I have a few hours of work left tonight. Goodnight.
Winter is coming.
Resist.
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