that was close,” I sighed after watching a mishap
which could have cost a five-year-old boy his life.
It was the mid ‘90s, and I was playing cowboy polo
twice a week with the Miller and McMillen clans.
Because it was a family event, most horse trailers
arrived with a cavy of ponies and the mini-cowboys
too small to swing a mallet spent the evening
galloping and grab-assin’ around the polo grounds.
My redneck logic taught me Tuesday and Thursday
night polo practices with my children were the
perfect way to strengthen the great American family.
The sun was setting when we finished practice and
most of the dads were back at their trailers
unsaddling sweaty horses. Like usual, the kids had
not quite ridden their fill, so were still horsing
around. Bobby was standing outside the back of his
open trailer, when his five-year-old son, Clayton,
trotted up on Bill, his tall sorrel horse. Bill
spotted the open trailer and figured it was time to
go home, so he lunged into the trailer. Like a cat
pouncing on a mouse, Bobby spotted the impending
crushing and he grabbed Clayton by the back of his
shirt jerking him free just as the saddle
disappeared under the roof of the trailer. As is
characteristic of the Millers, the subsequent
hollering between father and son was music to my
ears; it could have been screams of agony. Clayton
dodged the bullet and this brings me to my point.
Today’s message is directed towards Libertarians,
Constitutionalists, and loyal Ron Paul supporters. I
know you are disgusted with the high number of
liberal Republicans holding hands with the Democrats
while they skip down the bipartisan yellow-brick
road leading right off the Marxist cliff. So am I,
but now is not the time to teach them a lesson. The
polls say you control America’s destiny. The
candidates you philosophically support cannot win,
but your well-intended, yet misplaced vote, may have
a permanent impact by indirectly electing those
diametrically opposed to freedom. Please swallow
your pride and help me advance liberty.
If successful, this will be my last term. There are
around 30 of us in Montana’s House and 15 or so in
the Senate who hold true to our oath of office to
“support, protect and defend the Constitution.” We
can get freedom legislation to the governor’s desk,
but just like Governor Schweitzer, Steve Bullock
will veto every piece of it. I may be uncertain of
Rick Hill’s core beliefs, but I know those of his
running mate, Jon Sonju, and with them controlling
Montana’s executive branch, I will have an
opportunity to sway them to the political right. I
am not going to Helena to run for Miss Congeniality.
I just want to be free.
Figuratively, I have beaten Obamacare to death in
this column, but it is still alive and remains
freedom’s greatest threat. If it is ever fully
implemented, America and the values we cherish are
gone forever and forever is a very long time. Our
republic’s only chance at survival is with President
Romney, Senator Rehberg, Congressman Daines, and
Governor Hill. Fellow patriots, this is do-or-die
Bobby could have let Clayton get crushed in the
trailer just to teach him a lesson, but of what
sense was that? You cannot have perfect, so elect
candidates closest to your ideology and then melt
their switchboards with your speed dial once they
are sworn into office. Fight or get out of the way
of those of us who refuse to let liberty die.