In Our Own Defense

CORRECT ME IF I'M WRONG!                 January 30, 2015
By author Bryce A Baker

In Our Own Defense

Over and over I hear the bleeding hearts say guns should be outlawed. It would be a Godsend if this
world and our society did without them, BUT this isn’t so.

This is going to be the last time I speak on the subject because the truth of the matter is, it is hard enough to defend against the bad guys. But the ignorant in society seem to like their callow voice heard. I am sick of the subject.

First of all it is a mass of registration to obtain a restricted gun license and the rules of same are strict. Can’t say the same for street slime or organized crime. I have guns for competition shooting, sport target and defense.

I am about to tell a story that is one of many. I know the facts first hand because it was me. August 1994.

‘It is 11 PM on a dark back street. On the other side is a group of eight teens. They are harassing anyone that share the sidewalk. They turn down another street where there is only one male in his early twenties and about six feet. The teens start to beat on him, but he got away on a run across the street where he is tackled right in front of me, at which time a lone teen continues to punch him repeatedly. Without thinking, I grab the teen by the scruff of the neck and pull him off.

My first thought is that I am a dead man, as the rest of the group crosses.

I tell the victim to leave, which he does.

The teens are between 12 and 17. Six males and two females. I later learned they were from Surrey, and to get into the gang, one had to beat someone to death.

They form a half circle about eight feet away from me.

The leader spoke with a Hispanic rap voice. He repeatedly refers to me as ‘white boy’ and wants to know if I want to fight, and what my problem is.

I put my hand under my jacket as though I had it on my shoulder holstered gun.

My tone is calm and I tell them I am tired and just want to go home, so just go to the other side of the street to jerk off and impress their female groupies. Just get away from me.

The leader again asks if I am looking for a fight and seems intrigued by where my hand is. He asks if I am a cop. I tell him he doesn’t want to know.

I wait for them to move in on me, but they don’t.

It is an insult to a gang member to turn your back on them, but I do one better, I walk right through the center of them to clear the area. I didn’t look back. All I get is a swat on the shoulder. So if only that, and I am still standing… all is good.’

Now… I feel I had a million Guardian Angels protecting me that night, but the point of this story is obvious. The threat of a gun was a deterrent and if pulled, may have saved my life. It is a fact that they were armed with illegal guns and knives, but my point is: If you are a bleeding heart, anti-gun lobbyist; how would you feel living or dying through this incident without a defense?

Millions die every day in violent ways without the use of a gun. A gun incident is brought to the forefront in the news because of its stature.

Walk in my shoes down a dark street, and tell the maggots not to hurt you because you are a passive and don’t have a gun to defend yourself. I’m sure they will tip their hat to you and walk away.

Please... CORRECT ME IF I'M WRONG!

Bryce A Bakerwww.bryceabaker.com

The Right to Live Free

CORRECT ME IF I’M WRONG!                                                               January 16, 2015

By author
Bryce A Baker

The Right to Live Free

Deep down in my psychological makeup dwells a funny bone. Without that sense of humor, there would be another occupied room in the psych ward. No matter how hard I brush off the negative in this world, it comes to haunt like an ex-wife. Looking to see the sunshine on a cloudy day may seem useless, but there I am with suntan lotion and sunglasses. Now in opposition to my giggle sessions with myself, the dirty real world rears its ugly head. I have a bad habit of venting what I feel is derogatory to our wellbeing; as is laid out below.

I am a Christian, and as part of a spiritual realm that has been defaced by fraud, corruption, and false profits, my spirit and belief in my Savior and God holds strong to be an example of a true Christian to the best of my ability. Now, admittedly the roller coaster ride to where I am now has been, and will always be, far from perfect but at least I am trying. Satan is recognized as my enemy, with nothing in his evil cauldron that can bring me to his dinner table.

With this introduction comes a time to verbally remove the stone in my boot. Silence to me is like thanking a burglar for stealing.

Over a slow, decisive planned program through the years, we in Canada are seeing our rights of freedom take flight. In 1985 the child protection laws severed the right for a parent to discipline their child. Teachers, adults, law enforcement, or anyone was curtailed to teach responsibility to the minors. If the law was to protect the child from abuse I could be behind it a thousand percent. No child should be abused, but with the enactment of this destructive law the child is taught the loop hole of defiance and shrug free from responsibility. From what was alleged as a protective measure to protect children, is filling our jails and even more horrid; killing innocent people.

Speaking of which; what happened to the right to defend ourselves. In a democracy, if the time arises that we need to defend ourselves or family, we open ourselves up to more than the assault itself. Our system gives more rights of democracy to the criminals. We are susceptible to lawsuit by the assailant if we outstep our line of defense, but the criminal has an open book of rights. If we have an intruder break in we must abide by what we are told are our ‘rules of defense’. Ask elderly survivors of home invasions of the ‘laws’ shielding the criminals that violated them.

Surely steps of regulation are necessary, but tell that to the victims.

We are a multicultural country and each has their way of worship or ethnic beliefs. That’s great, but when we are told to say ‘Happy Holidays’ instead of ‘Merry Christmas’ because we may insult another ethnic group, I choke.

The Bible has been removed from public schools and not allowed to be read there. Yet, educational books on gay relationships are readily available. I know this sounds prejudicial against gays, but I don’t care what they prefer for gender. That’s not my point. If we are being dictated to what we can say or read or freedom of said right, then we are slowly and most assuredly falling into Hell’s cauldron.

There has been an issue that has been biting me in the butt for some time now. A recently re-signed agreement with the States gives them the right to move their border a hundred miles into Canada in the event of American Marshal Law. This agreement speaks for itself. Now, unless I am misunderstanding this agreement, most of our population will be in that zone of attention.

Canada is a place I was born and have, and will continue to fight for the right to a free country. We have the best country in the world and through my eyes our freedom is being cut from our constitution. We each have a right to worship or believe freely no matter what faith or ethnicity. We have a freedom of speech as well as the written word. Our soldiers, and all that keep our country safe, shouldn’t see that lost to groups of spiritual pirates pillaging our lives.

I have had to battle WCB, which has no governing agency and can do anything they want. Unethical taxes are levied against us by our elected government, yet we have no say in their decisions to levy said taxes. Our tax dollars are blatantly abused, yet again we have no true opportunity to audit them though they can seize at will, our bank accounts or property. Our seniors have paid their way but are still taxed. So why is it, they can go ungoverned but we have to follow strict rules of behavior?
Understandably guidelines are a necessity to maintain order, but a double standard isn’t democracy.

In summary, I would die to defend our country to maintain what used to be freedom. Let us remember our history with lesson to open our eyes to the past mistakes.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of censorship and duct tape, I shall fear no critic, for my faith and my laptop are with me. May the blind see and the corrupt fall.

Where’s my suntan lotion?

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Bryce A Bakerwww.bryceabaker.com
 

The Cost of Lonley

CORRECT ME IF I’M WRONG!                                  January 2, 2015

By author

Bryce A Baker 

The Cost of Lonely

Since the beginning of time there have been, and will remain, the vermin that prey on those that are susceptible to their vile character. Individuals that are unable to understand the concept of working for a living, void of conscience. Of course I speak of con men/women.

It is sad to hear the stories and read in the news of those that have lost property or life savings. Someone that has worked their entire life for retirement only to have it vacuumed out from underneath them.

The internet has provided a risk free environment to which they hide behind in anonymity. Virtually untraceable, pun intended.

Personally, there have been several attempts by unknown individuals online that email scam conversations drawing an opportunity to initiate a relationship or business opportunity that sounds too good to be true. Out of the thousands of these emails sent the percentage of their success rate by them to convince is providing a multibillion dollar business. Elderly or lonely individuals are their prime target and unfortunately when an individual gets the attention they so miss, they can be swallowed in deceit quite easily. Even with advise of warning by family or friends, they hide the truth of suspicion through desperation, or in fact greed that these scams could make them rich overnight.

An eighty five year old man with substantial wealth communicated with one such Russian thirty year old harlot. She convinced him to sponsor her to come to Canada to work on a relationship with him. After a short time she basically told him to take a hike. He went to immigration and advised them of the situation to have her deported back. Unfortunately, they said that since he sponsored her for two years, it is his responsibility to pay for her support. She pursued citizenship and got it at his expense.

Offshore ‘brides’ are a scam… ALL OF THEM! Wake up! The two main countries that provide these cons are Russia and China, where organized crime functions as matchmakers. It is but a branch of business for them, allowing contacts to be sponsored to our country.

A friend contacted me some time back about an offer to purchase a motorized chair of her late grandmothers that was listed for sale. The email offered to purchase and would send a check and have someone arrange a pickup of said chair. They received a Bank of Scotland check for five thousand dollars even though the purchase price was only fifteen hundred. A subsequent email said to cash the check and mail the difference back. It takes several days to clear a deposit check, so if they were to draw cash on their own and send it out, it would be too late when it bounces.

I traced a series of different diversionary internet locations in Africa, Europe, down to Texas. When I contacted the FBI in Texas they asked if my friend actually sent them money or a fraud was completed. I responded no. They said they can’t investigate until the crime is committed, and considering their extreme organization they wouldn’t be able to trace them anyway.

Organized crime has found a risk free avenue of bringing in billions through the internet and identity theft.

Loneliness is a terrible isolation, but even with common sense in a fog we should not give in to a virtual love. The female on the other side has organized crime as a big brother.

The inherent greed that even an honest person possesses will be tested by these vultures that will be picking at your bones.

If I want a friend, a love, or a business, the internet is a great way to cross borders in communication, but when money is used as a tool to draw it, is a curse.

I worked with a fellow that had a great personality, but his looks were not what most women would be drawn to. He told me one day that he had a new girlfriend on the internet from Russia. He was twitterpated with her. His excitement that she was coming to visit after he sent her money for the trip overwhelmed him. The picture he showed me was that of a mid-twenties model type. To see the bright light that shone inside him at the prospect of the relationship twisted my insides. I wanted in the worst way to warn him but couldn’t do it.

These creatures prey on people like my friend and millions of others, with nothing we can do about it. I have said it before and I say it again: Come out from underneath that rock and meet me face to face and see how much is left after.

The old saying of ‘What goes around, comes around’, has little reprieve by the victims. The wake of destruction affects us all.

Trust is a virtue of a great person. When it is breached it is a crime of hearts. 

Please... CORRECT ME IF I’M WRONG!

Bryce A Baker

www.bryceabaker.com