Fincher Out of Jail

DAD IS OUT JAIL FOR AT LEAST 4 WEEKS. HE IS OUT ON SELF REPORT. NOT SURE ABOUT AN APPEAL BOND. KEEP PRAYING. THERE ARE STIPULATIONS TO HIS RELEASE, HE CAN NOT GO ANY WHERE EXCEPT A FEW PLACES, NO MILITIA MEETINGS, NO FIREARMS, NO FELONS CAN COME AROUND HIM OR ASSOCIATE WITH HIM, HE MUST CHECK IN WITH HIS PROBATION OFFICER ONCE A WEEK. SURE THERE ARE MORE STIPULATIONS BUT CAN NOT THINK OF THEM AT THIS MOMENT. I WANT TO THANK EACH AND EVERYONE WHO HAS CONTRIBUTED TO HIS DEFENSE. THERE IS MORE TO COME AT SOME POINT. THANKS SO MUCH. AS ALWAYS GOD BLESS AND THANK YOU ALL. CONNIE FIELDS AND FAMILY

I found this email waiting for me when I finally got hooked back up to the Internet. Thing is, the message is two weeks old.

In a related development, it looks like the courts won't be satisfied until they steal the man's land. That news is a week old.

My opinion is that both of these developments merited timely mentions on gun rights blogs.

[More about Wayne Fincher from WarOnGuns]

So--Anything Happen While I Was Gone?

Posting will still be limited for the next week or so as things slowly normalize--please understand if I don't have time to reply or follow up on news tips, etc.



Holy Moly, this has been a lot of work. The yard took me 4 hours even with a tractor because of all the edging and trim mowing. The TV deliverytards couldn't get either set to work until I showed them how you need to take the little strip of plastic off the remote, and no, you won't get a signal until you select an input source, plus the main set has a master ON/Off switch in the back--and then noticed one of them had tracked dozens of black grease spots all over carpets I just spent $350 having professionally cleaned before we moved in. I also would like to produce a special sequel to "Saw" featuring the CEOs of companies that import furniture assembly kits--give them an hour to follow their own instructions and put the freaking desk together before the bear traps on their heads trip shut.



But aside from that all is well. The finches come to our feeder, the chipmunk grows less timid and may yet end up being a trusted pal, the squirrel chases robins in lunatic bounds, and the deer leave my poor offerings alone because the neighbors are such excellent gardeners. There is a real contentment in sitting under trees in a dark back yard tastefully accented by lightning bugs, drawing on a good Maduro, sipping at a finger of single malt and listening to the distant rumble of wheels on rails a mile away.