Wisconsin and North Dakota are looking pretty snazzy, while Minnesota gives new meaning to “State of the Union.”

Adam Kokesh is planning a peaceful march against unjust laws on July 4th. The route is from Virginia to Washington, D.C. The goal is to have at least 10,000 participants. This march would probably come together and get the same response as most protests but for an important detail. It is to be an armed march, with rifles loaded, though slung across backs, untouched, muzzles pointed down. The fact that it will be an armed event makes many people, both anti-gun and not, uncomfortable. I think that’s good. People are sitting up and paying attention to not only the planned event, but the reason for it. This is not most protests.

I have had mixed thoughts on this event. Because it is an open carry march, things could go wrong. Police could decide to shoot, rather than turn back, arrest, or assist participants. Any one participant could do the same, setting off a disaster. But oppressors count on subjects having just such fearful thoughts, and a march isn’t a cause or a requirement for bad things to happen.

Say what you want about Adam Kokesh, but one thing he isn’t is an armchair quarterback. Instead of sitting around, wishing for change, and wishing for someone to do something, he’s been doing something. A free person does not need permission to speak or to stand. Or to march.

Notice how some people seem to thrive on spatting and negativity? I’m not one of them. The more at-peace things can generally be, the better. If you are here looking for some of the recent negativity that took up too much (any amount is probably too much) of my website, sorry, but you’ll have to just put up with a smile, and some words about the normal topics posted here. And maybe this, about the recent stress: I have a new respect for those I was, until this past week, not getting along with.

I just took the dogs out one last time for the night, and it’s so warm and peaceful out there. The perfect end to a perfect day was being able to hear frogs singing. It’s been forever since I’ve heard that. It put an ear-to-ear smile on my face. We used to have a pond in the back yard, complete with water lilies and a few frogs. At one time it was bigger than in this pic (and I can’t find the pic of the frog on the lily pad, durnit!), but any sized pond is nice.

I had also recorded one of our visitors, and this is what tonight made me think of.

Singing Frog

What a gift!

What. is. this?!

Seems like one lovely, warm(ish) spring week is all we get now, before having to dig the long johns back out.

Oh, Sweetie? In case you’re readin’ this, Pook and I go to school online, so that isn’t keeping us here. Just sayin’.