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The Day the Second American Revolution Began on 13 December 2014, in Olympia, Washington State
I wanted to share this wonderful article by Kit Lange. Washington State is now ground zero for patriotic gun owners resisting tyranny! I was at this event and I second everything she says in this article, it was truly historic!
The Day the Second American Revolution Began on 13 December 2014, in Olympia, Washington State
by Kit Lange | Dec 22, 2014 |
American patriots made history this month. If you haven’t heard about it, I’m not surprised. The US media is treating it like an Obama scandal—something to be barely talked about and minimized at all costs. The European press, in fact, covered it better. In fact, the only way you could have heard about it is from the bloggers, those who are sharing the videos and photos on Facebook, the patriots who were there and are sitting down to write their historic experience, much like I am doing now.
In case you haven’t heard, the story is quite simply this: American patriots—thousands of them—rose up against tyranny, leaving their homes and calling into work and driving or flying in some cases thousands of miles. They came to stand against a lawless infringement of our most basic right of all—the right to refuse to be a slave. The right to defend our liberty as free men. I was there that day, standing shoulder to shoulder with some of the bravest patriots I’ve ever met.
13 December 2014 was a cold and foggy day in Olympia. For those of us who had spent the last month working on the rally, however, it was D-Day. Time to stand up and be counted; time to face down the tyranny that is I-594, and make it null and void. We were sleep deprived, but wired on coffee and adrenaline. I laid awake the night before, going over every possible situation in my head. I couldn’t fall asleep; I was excited…and a little scared. We were going to show up on the capitol building lawn—uninvited and without a permit—to violate their unconstitutional law right there in front of them, in the biggest display of civil disobedience in American history. This stand was no small thing.
I was caught up in the details of what was needed: Vendors here, tents there, volunteers over there. There were security tasks and state troopers to coordinate with, and so much to get ready. There were already four patriots there waiting for us, and we exchanged hearty introductions and greetings. They immediately offered to help us set up.
As I stood on the little hill near what would later be the command tent, looking out over the green expanse of lawn with the large fountain in the middle, I saw the most beautiful thing my eyes have ever recorded: Patriots, materializing out of the fog like the heroes at Valley Forge. They came from every direction of our nation and every corner of the grounds, silent and resolute. They came in twos and threes and fours, carrying our beloved colors in a stark contrast to the grey morning. They came with bright yellow Gadsden flags with the iconic serpent and its proud warning: Don’t tread on me. They came in camo, in suits, in jeans. They came as they were.
They came armed.
It was an amazing sight to see the individual groups merge into one on the grass. I saw black and white, Hispanic and Asian, gay and straight, atheist and Christian. I saw elderly vets alongside the younger versions of themselves. I saw children on their parents’ shoulders, learning from the very beginning what their duty to liberty is. I saw people who looked like they could fight a war by themselves, and those who looked like they left cookies in the oven at home. None of our differences mattered; we believe in the right to live as free men above all else, and we stood as one.
We did not know each other’s names, but people I had never met shared bottles of water and helped put up our tents. A Marine traded me weapons, and in doing so we committed the first of many, many felonies done on the grounds that day in full view of the State Police, who refused to arrest us. Patriots offered to stand guard at the gate to let in the support vehicles, they sat at tables with the Declaration and helped people sign. They stood guard over State Rep. Elizabeth Scott, who gave a fiery speech challenging the state to come try and take her guns. They stood guard outside the command tent, and vigilantly watched for signs of any problems. It was truly for the people, of the people, and by the people; and we could not have done it without those who stepped up to help.
We opened with the singing of the national anthem; as I stood at the microphone I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of a few thousand patriots lifting their voices to the sky, singing of our heritage and our birthright. It was the second time of many that I would fight back tears that day.
There were speakers; stalwart patriots who have both bled for our freedom, and who have stood the line and offered to. They spoke of our history, of the men and women who willingly ended their existence on this earth so that you and I could be free. They spoke of the treachery of our current government, who as the Founders warned, only seek more power and control. They spoke of our failure to stand when it was easy, and how now it would be much harder. Most importantly, they spoke of liberty, that precious jewel that all men deserve and so few have. We were given a priceless gift, and we must guard it jealously as we were admonished by those who first purchased it for us. They reminded us that liberty is never given. It can only be taken or won, and its price is blood.
Gavin Seim got up and spoke of prayer. Dropping to his knees on the ground, he offered for the whole crowd to do the same, as our forefathers did, beseeching Almighty God for strength and courage to face what could be ahead in this fight for our liberty, but he also made clear that people were free to refuse if they didn’t believe in God. As the wet ground soaked the knee of my jeans, I stole a glance out into the crowd. Roughly a thousand people had taken a knee in the mud. Many more had bowed their heads in respect.
As the prayer ended, people were invited to sign the Declaration of Affirmation, hand-penned on parchment just as our founding documents were. Over and over, people signed their name and pledged their blood in the defense of freedom. They were serious and proud to sign it; a few even shed tears. My own fingers trembled a bit as I touched the pen, but I signed my name, and with it I pledged my life. I will fight if necessary, and die if I must. Liberty or death is not a cliche. It is the core of my belief system.
There were no arguments or arrests that day; the state police—many of whom supported us—posed for photos with us and our guns, and the atmosphere was like that of meeting long-lost family. We made new contacts and many of us made new friends; the kind that we can trust our lives to. A group of these new friends went to Spokane last weekend and rallied again, standing for constitutional rights on the other end of the state. I value them, their drive and their passion. I value their professionalism and their personal honor, and I am proud to know these men.
We did not end the fight for liberty that day. But we backed up the line in the sand with action. We stood that line and refused to budge. We did it without asking for a permit to be there, we did it without big multimillion dollar donors, and we did it without the support of a single so-called ‘gun rights group’ in Washington State. We had no huge celebrity names; instead, our group was made up of regular citizens who want to be free. We the People rekindled the fire of liberty; someday perhaps our grandchildren will tell the story of how their parents and grandparents began the second American Revolution…and purchased their freedom for a little longer.
We the People stood up to tyrants, and we said no. We will say it every single time, from this day forward, when our rights are threatened or infringed upon. Every unconstitutional law, every lawless act, every attempt to chain us and control us. We will say no to tyranny. We said it with our ink, and if we must, we will say it with our blood.
We are the sons and daughters of liberty, and we will NOT comply!
The Day the Second American Revolution Began on 13 December 2014, in Olympia, Washington State
I wanted to share this wonderful article by Kit Lange. Washington State is now ground zero for patriotic gun owners resisting tyranny! I was at this event and I second everything she says in this article, it was truly historic!
The Day the Second American Revolution Began on 13 December 2014, in Olympia, Washington State
by Kit Lange | Dec 22, 2014 |
American patriots made history this month. If you haven’t heard about it, I’m not surprised. The US media is treating it like an Obama scandal—something to be barely talked about and minimized at all costs. The European press, in fact, covered it better. In fact, the only way you could have heard about it is from the bloggers, those who are sharing the videos and photos on Facebook, the patriots who were there and are sitting down to write their historic experience, much like I am doing now.
In case you haven’t heard, the story is quite simply this: American patriots—thousands of them—rose up against tyranny, leaving their homes and calling into work and driving or flying in some cases thousands of miles. They came to stand against a lawless infringement of our most basic right of all—the right to refuse to be a slave. The right to defend our liberty as free men. I was there that day, standing shoulder to shoulder with some of the bravest patriots I’ve ever met.
13 December 2014 was a cold and foggy day in Olympia. For those of us who had spent the last month working on the rally, however, it was D-Day. Time to stand up and be counted; time to face down the tyranny that is I-594, and make it null and void. We were sleep deprived, but wired on coffee and adrenaline. I laid awake the night before, going over every possible situation in my head. I couldn’t fall asleep; I was excited…and a little scared. We were going to show up on the capitol building lawn—uninvited and without a permit—to violate their unconstitutional law right there in front of them, in the biggest display of civil disobedience in American history. This stand was no small thing.
I was caught up in the details of what was needed: Vendors here, tents there, volunteers over there. There were security tasks and state troopers to coordinate with, and so much to get ready. There were already four patriots there waiting for us, and we exchanged hearty introductions and greetings. They immediately offered to help us set up.
As I stood on the little hill near what would later be the command tent, looking out over the green expanse of lawn with the large fountain in the middle, I saw the most beautiful thing my eyes have ever recorded: Patriots, materializing out of the fog like the heroes at Valley Forge. They came from every direction of our nation and every corner of the grounds, silent and resolute. They came in twos and threes and fours, carrying our beloved colors in a stark contrast to the grey morning. They came with bright yellow Gadsden flags with the iconic serpent and its proud warning: Don’t tread on me. They came in camo, in suits, in jeans. They came as they were.
They came armed.
It was an amazing sight to see the individual groups merge into one on the grass. I saw black and white, Hispanic and Asian, gay and straight, atheist and Christian. I saw elderly vets alongside the younger versions of themselves. I saw children on their parents’ shoulders, learning from the very beginning what their duty to liberty is. I saw people who looked like they could fight a war by themselves, and those who looked like they left cookies in the oven at home. None of our differences mattered; we believe in the right to live as free men above all else, and we stood as one.
We did not know each other’s names, but people I had never met shared bottles of water and helped put up our tents. A Marine traded me weapons, and in doing so we committed the first of many, many felonies done on the grounds that day in full view of the State Police, who refused to arrest us. Patriots offered to stand guard at the gate to let in the support vehicles, they sat at tables with the Declaration and helped people sign. They stood guard over State Rep. Elizabeth Scott, who gave a fiery speech challenging the state to come try and take her guns. They stood guard outside the command tent, and vigilantly watched for signs of any problems. It was truly for the people, of the people, and by the people; and we could not have done it without those who stepped up to help.
We opened with the singing of the national anthem; as I stood at the microphone I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of a few thousand patriots lifting their voices to the sky, singing of our heritage and our birthright. It was the second time of many that I would fight back tears that day.
There were speakers; stalwart patriots who have both bled for our freedom, and who have stood the line and offered to. They spoke of our history, of the men and women who willingly ended their existence on this earth so that you and I could be free. They spoke of the treachery of our current government, who as the Founders warned, only seek more power and control. They spoke of our failure to stand when it was easy, and how now it would be much harder. Most importantly, they spoke of liberty, that precious jewel that all men deserve and so few have. We were given a priceless gift, and we must guard it jealously as we were admonished by those who first purchased it for us. They reminded us that liberty is never given. It can only be taken or won, and its price is blood.
Gavin Seim got up and spoke of prayer. Dropping to his knees on the ground, he offered for the whole crowd to do the same, as our forefathers did, beseeching Almighty God for strength and courage to face what could be ahead in this fight for our liberty, but he also made clear that people were free to refuse if they didn’t believe in God. As the wet ground soaked the knee of my jeans, I stole a glance out into the crowd. Roughly a thousand people had taken a knee in the mud. Many more had bowed their heads in respect.
As the prayer ended, people were invited to sign the Declaration of Affirmation, hand-penned on parchment just as our founding documents were. Over and over, people signed their name and pledged their blood in the defense of freedom. They were serious and proud to sign it; a few even shed tears. My own fingers trembled a bit as I touched the pen, but I signed my name, and with it I pledged my life. I will fight if necessary, and die if I must. Liberty or death is not a cliche. It is the core of my belief system.
There were no arguments or arrests that day; the state police—many of whom supported us—posed for photos with us and our guns, and the atmosphere was like that of meeting long-lost family. We made new contacts and many of us made new friends; the kind that we can trust our lives to. A group of these new friends went to Spokane last weekend and rallied again, standing for constitutional rights on the other end of the state. I value them, their drive and their passion. I value their professionalism and their personal honor, and I am proud to know these men.
We did not end the fight for liberty that day. But we backed up the line in the sand with action. We stood that line and refused to budge. We did it without asking for a permit to be there, we did it without big multimillion dollar donors, and we did it without the support of a single so-called ‘gun rights group’ in Washington State. We had no huge celebrity names; instead, our group was made up of regular citizens who want to be free. We the People rekindled the fire of liberty; someday perhaps our grandchildren will tell the story of how their parents and grandparents began the second American Revolution…and purchased their freedom for a little longer.
We the People stood up to tyrants, and we said no. We will say it every single time, from this day forward, when our rights are threatened or infringed upon. Every unconstitutional law, every lawless act, every attempt to chain us and control us. We will say no to tyranny. We said it with our ink, and if we must, we will say it with our blood.
We are the sons and daughters of liberty, and we will NOT comply!
