Enough is Enough

I was in my early thirties and playing in a rec basketball league.  I like movement, quick cuts, lots of shots, and a clean game.

Of course if you bang me around I’m coming back at you twice as hard. (I knew a guy who always played fair until the other side didn’t.  Once the cheap shots began he’d start pinching and twisting their skin while he guarded them. They’d jump like cats getting hit by a spray bottle).

Most of the time this gets the court under control.

In one particular game a member of the other team was getting frustrated because he was having a poor night.  As I was the one guarding him most of the game he decided to take his temper tantrum out on me…in a very sly manner.

Coming up the court dribbling he immediately grabbed the ball with both hands and fired a two handed pass…into my face.

I’ve been hit by fists, feet, elbows, baseballs, and for those of who have been with me for a while you’ll remember a train seat that almost knocked me out, but a basketball thrown as hard as someone can from a few paces away hurts…a lot.

Some will tell you I have a quick trigger.

A temper if you will.

They blame it on my red tresses.

This is of course wrong as you can all see I am devoid of hair.

I am one of the most peaceful humans you will ever come across…unless you are trying to hurt me or others.

This doesn’t mean I have a temper.

I don’t create drama or abuse others.

I simply defend myself.

I just do it dramatically faster than most.

I don’t need to get hit twice.

Once is good enough and I will take that one step further.

I don’t need to get hit even once.

If you threaten me verbally, I will take your word for it, and engage you in any way I see fit to protect myself and/or others.

It’s not a hero thing…just can’t sleep at night if I don’t.

I like to sleep at night but let us return to the story.

When the ball hit me in the face my reaction was instantaneous and both of my hands (of their own accord) latched onto the neck of the poor passer.

Within seconds teammates, opposition, and referees were grabbing me and attempting to break the hold I had on his throat.

After enough force was applied my hands (again of their own accord) were ripped away and I was covered in the arms of my teammates requesting that I relax.

I’m not a big fan of people touching me in an aggressive manner but as my friends weren’t trying hurt me I “relaxed” and told them to let me go.

They did.

The poor passer was standing on the other side of the court feigning ignorance.

“The pass just got away.”

“It was an accident.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I didn’t mean to.”

Yeah right.

I’ve been competing on fields, courts, black top, grass, dirt, etc., from the age of five.

I KNOW when mistakes are made and when things are intentional.

How do I know?

I know because I’ve made mistakes and also done things intentionally.

This was intentional.

He stayed away from me the rest of the game and then lamely tried to apologize to me out in the parking lot.

It was one of those unapology apologies.

“If I hurt you I am very sorry.  I didn’t mean to.”

If you hurt me?  You just threw a basketball as hard as you could into my face.

Of course it hurt.

My response was short and because it had profanity (I know), and poor grammar, allow me to  “paraphrase”.

I know you did it, you know you did it, get away from me right now before something horrible happens to you.

He left.

The reason for this story is simple.

Those that have abandoned Americans on foreign shores are now feeding us garbage like “love conquers all”.

We are being abused and lied to everyday by political parties, government, and the media…and we know it.

Yet nothing happens.

A friend asked me recently, “what are we suppose to do Jason?”

It’s a great question.

We are being hammered everyday by debt, greed, and crime…what do we do Jason?

We grab them by the THROAT.

When someone says something idiotic or oppressive…hammer them.

Freedom of Speech works both ways.

Don’t spend too much time on the internet cowards, the keyboard warriors.

These people are ridiculous and hide behind fake names and false photos.

We start taking back OUR country by stating our case verbally in public to whomever needs to be corrected.

Friends, family, strangers, whomever.

Open your mouths and unleash the truth!

No more biting our tongues or lowering our voices.

No more changing words or worrying what the ignorant think.

No more caring about their feelings or political correctness.

Why bother?

They don’t think, hence the term ignorant.

Use your voice to ROAR the greatness of America, of Freedom.

Don’t try to use reason or attempt to explain issues to the imbecilic.

Engage, overwhelm, and move on.

We’ve nothing to learn from them.

Do not bother with a dialogue.

It is monologue time.

It is time for each of us to be the pebble that is cast into the pond that creates undulating waves beyond our own recognition or better yet the boulder that crashes down into the ocean taking no prisoners.

We live FREE without FEAR.

We are Americans!

This means something to us…make sure it means something to them.

Leaders lead.

Followers follow.

The only question left is which are you?

Will you bend to the oppressive will of others…or will you bend for no one as Freedom requires.

Politics is very real and an extension of War.

WAR.

There are no rules in War and this is what happens when there is no Rule of Law.

Jason Kraus

www.aleadernotapolitician.com

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