Acts Of Manliness

My internal monologue gone external. Thoughts and ideas put on paper regarding the dearth of true heroes in the world; liberty & freedom; my responses to current trends and tragedies as well as commentary about the State of the Union.

Selfless Sunday

Matthew 28:1-28 KJV

In the end of the sabbath, as it began to dawn toward the first day of the week, came Mary Magdalene and the other Mary to see the sepulchre. And, behold, there was a great earthquake: for the angel of the Lord descended from heaven, and came and rolled back the stone from the door, and sat upon it. His countenance was like lightning, and his raiment white as snow: And for fear of him the keepers did shake, and became as dead men. And the angel answered and said unto the women, Fear not ye: for I know that ye seek Jesus, which was crucified. He is not here: for he is risen, as he said. Come, see the place where the Lord lay. And go quickly, and tell his disciples that he is risen from the dead; and, behold, he goeth before you into Galilee; there shall ye see him: lo, I have told you. And they departed quickly from the sepulchre with fear and great joy; and did run to bring his disciples word. And as they went to tell his disciples, behold, Jesus met them, saying, All hail. And they came and held him by the feet, and worshipped him. Then said Jesus unto them, Be not afraid: go tell my brethren that they go into Galilee, and there shall they see me. Now when they were going, behold, some of the watch came into the city, and shewed unto the chief priests all the things that were done. And when they were assembled with the elders, and had taken counsel, they gave large money unto the soldiers, Saying, Say ye, His disciples came by night, and stole him away while we slept. And if this come to the governor’s ears, we will persuade him, and secure you. So they took the money, and did as they were taught: and this saying is commonly reported among the Jews until this day. Then the eleven disciples went away into Galilee, into a mountain where Jesus had appointed them. And when they saw him, they worshipped him: but some doubted. And Jesus came and spake unto them, saying, All power is given unto me in heaven and in earth. Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost: Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and, lo, I am with you alway, even unto the end of the world. Amen.


Self Defense Sunday

His wife was shot during a robbery of their store last month, and now it happens again.


“Detectives say there was some sort of confrontation and the clerk fired the gun, hitting one of the suspects.”

Don’t try to rob people and you might not end up dead on a convenience store floor.

Self Defense Sunday

Suspect shoots door lock (I thought that only happened in the movies!) then shoots and kills man inside of apartment.

But a woman who lived in the apartment went and retrieved her gun and fired back, critically wounding the shooter…

I don’t know what precipitated this event, but it sounds like the instigator is done instigating for a couple days at least.

Man shot dead at Renton apartment, shooter critically wounded by third person

Self Defense Sunday

Man with hatchet walks into a 7Eleven and starts swinging it at people.

“We don’t know if the intent was to commit a robbery because the suspect didn’t say anything,” said King County Sheriff Sergeant Cindi West.

A declared intent to commit robbery means nothing here as this man’s actions alone spoke volumes about his intent to hurt or kill.

Well done, sir, well done.

Denver, Denver, Denver, Denver

This just in, Denver Broncos sign Uncle Rico to a 1 year contract worth 20 million dollars.

Citing his ability to ‘throw a football over them mountains’ and ‘I used to be able to toss a pigskin a quarter of a mile,’ the Broncos Chief of Football Operations John Elway seemed happy with the decision.

In a statement to ‘Mile High Sports Blog’ Elway noted that after [Peyton] Manning announced his retirement and [Brock] Osweiler signed a contract to play with the Houston Texans for a reported four dollars and seventeen cents, “I really didn’t have much in the way of options.  What else was I supposed to do, call Favre or Tebow?”

This should make for an interesting couple of months in the NFL off season.

To The Man Who Killed My Mother

She was taken from us on March 14th, 1999.

Pi day. A day of whimsical merriment in the minds of many nerds and a great sales day for many bakeries and pastry shops across the world.

For our family though, it holds a different meaning.

Some days are harder than others, but no single day holds any more hurt or pain than any other, even the anniversary date.

Mom, I miss you.

I wish I had been able to give you one last hug, tell you one last time how much you mean to me, or how much I love you.

You wouldn’t believe how much you have missed in the years since you were taken from us. All three of us are married and you now have three beautiful grandchildren.

The kids will never know how amazing you were, they will never be hugged by you, they’ll never have you be there for their little league games, ballet recitals, graduations or marriages.

I only knew you for 15 years, but those remain the most formative years of my life.

It feels like Jackson will soon be the same age I was when you were taken from us – time just moves so fast. He’s five now. Emily will soon be four. Rachel, Daniel and Abby’s little girl, will have her first birthday this summer.

I love you and I miss you. And I know that I am a better person for having had you as my mom.

To the man who killed my mother:

David Andres,

Today dawned upon us like any other, the sun slowly moved across the sky from east to west and soon it will set and another day will begin for us all.

16 years ago your decisions resulted in the death of one of the most wonderful people to ever grace this planet with her presence. An amazing person was murdered. By you.

Whatever was going on in your life apparently was so horrible that you decided to drink yourself into oblivion and then go screaming down the freeway in what amounted to a small monster truck.

The troopers said that your blood alcohol level was .32 – after you had been taken from the scene and to the hospital. Who knows how drunk you really were.

You killed her and literally walked away – you suffered minor injuries and your prison sentence seemed like a slap in the face to those of us who would have to deal with the trauma and aftermath.

I had to learn how to walk again. My family had to learn how to laugh again. We had to learn how to be happy again. It took us years to begin to recover and will spend the rest of our lives wondering what might have been.

I barely remember the court room appearances or the sentencing. I do, however, remember vividly the next time I would encounter you in my life.

I didn’t even know you had been released from prison when I answered that 911 call. You were terrified: a meth-crazed junkie was trying to kick down your door to do who-knows-what. As I asked you for your name and address it clicked: “I’m talking to the man who killed my best friend.”

For what seemed like an eternity, but was likely only fractions of a second, I contemplated simply hanging up the phone and walking away. Let that tweaker do whatever he wanted to you – he deserves it, doesn’t he?

Then you told me that you were alone in the house with just your children and had no means by which to defend them if this animal made it into your home.

David, do you know how badly I wanted to turn my back on you and let you be killed?

It was your children who saved your life that day and you never knew it. They didn’t deserve to be hurt or to live their lives without their father.

The same way my father didn’t deserve to have his best friend taken from him and the way my brother and sister and I didn’t deserve to have our mother killed.

I dispatched a Jefferson County deputy and a Port Townsend officer to your house and, after fighting with the suspect, they took him to jail.

I don’t know where you are or who you’ve become over the past 16 years, but I do know one thing:

David Andres…… I forgive you.

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