I am tired of this nonsense. So is this guy. The country is dead and the world knows it, thus the rush to invade. I do not like cops, but I understand their function and I do as I am told if stopped so we can all go home. These guys did not. One is dead and one is hopefully decommissioned. I do not care. There is no law anymore, just smug people looking to game the system for money or fame. And invaders. There is no society anymore. There is no culture. There is no truth. I hate what we have become. We have become nothing. I have no message of hope for you tonight. Good luck out there. The fire rises. Chaos reigns. Raptor 2, out.
Monday, April 12, 2021
Wednesday, April 7, 2021
This advice is just too good. Share it with your buddy. If more of us thought like this the world would be better off. Help yourself and help the people who need it. Pull out your medical kit instead of your camera when you come upon the scene of an accident or crime. This is the kind of guy who badasses look up to, by the way. It would behoove you to shut up and take copious notes.
Tuesday, April 6, 2021
A bit of humor tonight. Chris Farley knew. So do the vets. As you can see in the movie, real vets defend anyone willing to speak truth and stand up for our nation. We are just biding our time. Everywhere and nowhere. Beware our wrath. Time is on our side. Yes, it is...Good luck, TPTB. Raptor 2, out.
Monday, March 29, 2021
H/T The Tactical Hermit
Agree with TTH and amplified. Great write up and thanks for sharing. Spread this far and wide. Every patriot needs to watch this and get angry. Antifa and the police working together side by side to bring down one man. I hate watching and writing about this shit. It is horrible to watch, but we must face the truth. This is reality. Nonetheless, I feel like Ebenezer Scrooge when faced with man’s own sins:
"Forgive me if I am not justified in what I ask," said Scrooge, looking intently at the Spirit's robe, "but I see something strange, and not belonging to yourself, protruding from your skirts. Is it a foot or a claw?"
"It might be a claw, for the flesh there is upon it," was the Spirit's sorrowful reply. "Look here."
From the foldings of its robe, it brought two children; wretched, abject, frightful, hideous, miserable. They knelt down at its feet, and clung upon the outside of its garment.
"Oh, Man! look here. Look, look, down here!" exclaimed the Ghost.
They were a boy and girl. Yellow, meagre, ragged, scowling, wolfish; but prostrate, too, in their humility. Where graceful youth should have filled their features out, and touched them with its freshest tints, a stale and shrivelled hand, like that of age, had pinched, and twisted them, and pulled them into shreds. Where angels might have sat enthroned, devils lurked, and glared out menacing. No change, no degradation, no perversion of humanity, in any grade, through all the mysteries of wonderful creation, has monsters half so horrible and dread.
Scrooge started back, appalled. Having them shown to him in this way, he tried to say they were fine children, but the words choked themselves, rather than be parties to a lie of such enormous magnitude.
"Spirit! are they yours?" Scrooge could say no more.
They are Man's," said the Spirit, looking down upon them. "And they cling to me, appealing from their fathers. This boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want. Beware them both, and all of their degree, but most of all beware this boy, for on his brow I see that written which is Doom, unless the writing be erased. Deny it!" cried the Spirit, stretching out its hand towards the city. "Slander those who tell it ye! Admit it for your factious purposes and make it worse. And bide the end!"
Anyway, like always, I digress. I had a few ideas as I watched this. I am certainly not dogging the man for anything he did. I am just thinking out loud as I watch this video. Take it or leave it:
1. Don't make yourself a target. You do not live in a country of laws anymore so act like it. American flags, loud stickers, and even veteran signs invite trouble depending on your AO. Wear them if you want but be ready to be a target. Act accordingly.
2. Don't get out of your vehicle unless you absolutely must. Think of it like reacting to an ambush, push through the kill zone first. YOU NEVER STOP IN THE KILL ZONE!!! They want you to stop there so they can escalate the fight in their own way. Don’t fight on the battlefield they choose. Never fight in the kill zone.
3. 0:28: Never walk into a crowd of people, no matter how big or small it is. If you made the mistake of stopping and getting out, keep an obstacle (the truck) between you and them. In this case, instead of the truck being an obstacle to the mob, it is used as a screen to allow the mob to escalate the fight on their terms.
4. If pepper sprayed, break contact immediately. GTFOOT. Get the fuck out of there. You know you are being filmed and in their kill zone. Slip away, Airborne! Leave your truck if you must. The times are changing fast. The mob is allowed to attack you. You are not allowed to defend yourself. Drawing your weapon to make a stand is your last resort and if you do, have the mindset to be ready to use it. A mob which thinks you will not shoot will not have remorse as they literally rip you apart limb by limb. I have seen other countries Special Forces units which were not ready for the ferocity of the mob. Sure, they backed off, but not very far.
5. 0:50: The crowd smells blood as their police allies moves in to finish the fight. With the threat gone, the crowd also moves closer. The cops arrest another innocent man (and apparent Vietnam veteran by the decal on his vehicle) as crowd cheers and jeers. If this continues down the path we are going then eventually the police will leave that man with the crowd and back away because they know they will be next. The Iraqi' mobs like to cut off heads and dicks. I wonder if the American communists will do the same?
That is really all I can watch. Too much anger, hate, and disgust. It makes me angry that an American Marine Vietnam Veteran (if the stickers on his vehicle are correct) is being treated this way by two different communists units, and one state sanctioned! Oh, how the mighty have fallen. I guess the last bit of advice is to get yourself a dash camera or body cam if you are going to engage with these people. The camera phone has become the rifle in this new version of warfare that is being waged in America. It is always better to have your point of view filmed and documented because you know theirs will be. And they have the backing of the entire system. Always avoid contact and deescalate unless on your home field. Only then is it speed, surprise, and violence of action. Silence, violence, silence. And don't remember nothing. Always have a Ranger buddy. Good luck out there, we all need it. Raptor 2, out.
Sunday, March 28, 2021
Spread far and wide. This is the war America deserves and the one it needs. War is hell and this country will be hell in short order. There is nothing you can do about it at this point but accept your situation and drive on. I don't care about any actors involved in this story. It is true that it is sad. If I were foreign and could get out back to my home, then I would right now. But I am from here. So, I will stay.
Note the massive amounts of soldiers present who are helping the criminals. They are immensely confused. Do they even look like soldiers? Of course not. There is no America. Prepare accordingly. Fight accordingly. No humor tonight. Just anger. Raptor 2, out.
Saturday, March 27, 2021
Spread as far and wide as possible. The enemy is real, serious, and organized. This is all without weapons. Imagine their tactics when the shooting starts. Stay away from crowds. Don't get caught without a weapon. Don't be weak sauce. Be the old breed.
How about some fun tonight? Fun isn't outlawed yet, is it? I know, I am trying to have a good time at one of the most dark points in our nation's history. But, fuck it. Why not? There is no nation. It is like that scene in The Matrix with that weird Buddha kid. You know, the white one, who said, "Do not try and bend the spoon, that is impossible. Instead only try to realize the truth. There is no spoon....then you will see it is not the spoon that bends, it is only yourself. " For me, it is, do not try to change America, that is impossible. Instead, only try to realize the truth. There is no America, then you will see it is not America that changes, only yourself. Something like that. Whatever happens will happen. I can't do anything about it except be prepared. It really feels like the calm before the storm. Like that feeling I used to get before a raid on a known enemy position back in the sandbox. I mean, the trigger has to break eventually. You can only pull it so far back before the weapon fires. You guys get it.
I do believe that we are only fucked for the moment though. There will come a time to wage war, but it is not now. For now, let us relax and have some fun as we wait for TPTB to collapse their own foundation. Lord knows that our enemies are having fun, and at our expense. Here is a question for all you wannabe defenders of freedom. What is the best guerilla/insurgent movie out of the last forty years? Here are a few of my favorites:
Red Dawn (1984)
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (1990)
I love looking back on these movies and remembering what it was like to live in a free America. America is so toothless now. Here in New England, I spent a childhood roaming the woods of central Massachusetts using a stick as a field expedient M16. I set up ambushes in all sorts of New England terrain, from the forested hills to the fields along railroad tracks and everywhere in between. My dad bought me a set of tiger stripe fatigues when I was young. I would put them in my back pack and wear civilians until I got to my ORP (objective rally point). Then I would move out to conduct my mission. Sometimes I would start a mission walking through the swamps just to get muddy, soaked, and uncomfortable. Just like a ghillie suit later on in life. I was ten and it was fun for me.
I liked to imagine the neighbors couldn't know there was an army ranger green beret navy seal sniper operating in their neighborhood. (Other kids pretended to be different football players, I pretended to be different military badasses.) They would turn me in if I was caught. How does that compare to now? Well, now, I get tick updates about Lyme disease sent directly to my cell phone. It tells me how I should never let my children anywhere near the woods I grew up in. Or fields. It also says that if Lyme disease doesn't take us out then Covid will. I digress. Consider that the adventures in my neighborhood woods were not even thirty years ago. A lot has changed in such a short time, has it not? Imagine where we will be in five years. In camps, graves, or as free men? Perhaps a little of everything. It is something to think about. Watch those movies, even if it is just for nostalgias sake. Remember the past. Zero your weapon. Clean your gear and top off supplies. Cherish your family. Enjoy your life. Time may not be on our side on this side of the bang, but it will be on the other. That is because we live here. Ask the soldiers and Marines still in Iraq and Afghan. We have only just begun. Raptor 2, out.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lkjXcRLNZHQ
Thursday, March 18, 2021
This is one of those songs which feel distinctly American. I don't know how many people know this, but Kris Kristofferson was a US Army officer, as well as a graduate of the US Army Ranger School and a helicopter pilot. I know for a fact that a few years back he still went to Ranger Rendezvous. Kristofferson graduated these schools back in the late 50's/early 60's, by the way, which means all of that stuff was experimental and borderline fuckin impossible to pass. That was also before the institution of the Ranger tab and everything which comes with it. Basically, he was just doing it to do it. Not for a career move like you see so many people do today. It tells me he liked being down in the mud with his men. I like my rangers and snipers men who LIKE to crawl through the mud a mile to kill their enemy. Not to get a fucking promotion. Men who go through schools to get a promotion are the men you see virtue signaling about women in the service these days. Basically, they will suck a dick for anything that will put them ahead. That is our military today. I digress...
Kristofferson gave up his commission to pursue a music career. Legend says that he landed a helicopter on Johnny Cash's lawn to give him a copy of the songs he had written. Songs like, 'Sunday Morning, Coming Down'. I would say it worked out for him. The fact he gave up his commission drove a wedge between himself and his parents and they never reconciled, as far as I can tell. His father was a Major General in the US Air Force. The bottom line is that Kristofferson was a genuine badass and risk taker who won in the end. We should all consider that risk/reward factor in the face of insidious and overt forces invading our lands in current year. Enjoy the song. Raptor 2, out.
Sunday, March 14, 2021
Consider the historical waves of this shot not taken. This is the importance of the sniper. It is also the difference between America and the nation which birthed her, Great Britain. I would have taken the shot. I know that men like Francis Marion, Daniel Morgan, and John Stark would have as well. I know this for a fact. What would you have done? It is truly all about the will to win and not some dumb gentlemanly act.
If Patrick Ferguson had taken aim and fired at the officer who turned his back and rode away, there is no telling how the American Revolution would have turned out.
On September 11, 1777, an army of 12,500 British troops who had recently landed at the northern end of the Chesapeake Bay marched through Pennsylvania toward the patriot capital of Philadelphia. Covering their flank, a detachment of green-clad British marksmen hid in the woods along Brandywine Creek, near Chadds Ford, Pennsylvania, and kept a lookout for American forces led by General George Washington. Suddenly a cavalry officer dressed in the flamboyant uniform of a European hussar rode into view, followed by a senior American officer wearing a high-cocked hat.
Captain Patrick Ferguson, a 33-year-old Scotsman reputed to be the finest shot in the British army, commanded the British marksmen, who were equipped with fast-firing, breech-loading rifles of Ferguson’s own design. He whispered to three of his best riflemen to creep forward and pick off the unsuspecting officers. But before the men were in place, he felt disgust at the idea of such an ambush, and ordered them not to fire. He shouted to the American officer, who was riding a bay horse. The American looked his way for a moment, and turned to ride on. Ferguson called again, this time leveling his rifle toward the officer. The American glanced back before slowly cantering away.
A day later, after he had been seriously wounded himself, Ferguson learned that the American officer he let ride off was most likely General George Washington. “I could have lodged half a dozen balls in or about him, before he was out of my reach,” Ferguson recalled, “but it was not pleasant to fire at the back of an unoffending individual, who was acquitting himself very coolly of his duty—so I let him alone.”
If Ferguson had taken aim and fired at the officer who turned his back and rode away, there is no telling how the American Revolution would have turned out. Washington lost the Battle of Brandywine and then the city of Philadelphia, but lived on to win the war. A century later, American historian Lyman C. Draper wrote: “How slight, oftentimes, are the incidents which…seem to give direction to the most momentous concerns of the human race. This singular impulse of Ferguson illustrates, in a forcible manner, the over-ruling hand of Providence in directing the operation of a man’s mind when he himself is least of all aware of it.”
Generations have honored the name of Washington, but few remember the chivalrous officer who held his fire and let the general ride on into history. The Scotsman deserved fame for what he did in the rest of his short but full life; he was a brave but unconventional professional soldier, eager for battle from adolescence to the day he died. As Draper would write, “No man, perhaps, of his rank and years, ever attained more military distinction in his day than Patrick Ferguson.” Many months after Brandywine, when the Revolutionary War turned south, it also turned to partisan combat, especially in the thinly settled country back of the Atlantic coast. There Ferguson rode into a darker chapter of history in a battlefield finale that was anything but glorious.
Ferguson was a son of the Scottish Enlightenment, born in 1744 to an eminent judge near Aberdeen, who bought a commission for him before his 15th birthday as a cornet (junior lieutenant) in the Royal North British Dragoons. He proved himself under fire in Flanders and Germany during the Seven Years’ War, but sustained injuries that derailed his military career for nearly six years. Although one leg was still lame, in 1768 he returned to service as a captain in the 70th Foot, a regiment assigned to put down slave uprisings in the West Indies. That meant disorganized, small-unit warfare, experience that Ferguson would draw on near the end of his life. After the tropical islands, he was sent in the early 1770s to the garrison of Halifax, Nova Scotia, quiet duty that soon bored him, and he returned to Britain as disputes heightened between the American colonies and the mother country….
The queen of the modern battlefield is the sniper. Western warfare is dead. No one wears a uniform anymore except western armies that lose in places they should not be. No uniforms. No symbols. Only silence, violence, silence. The Peace of Westphalia is dead. The Paris Peace Treaties are dead. The western nations are being overrun because they cannot accept this fact. An insidious force has used Christian empathy as a weakness and foothold to invade our lands. They have used our lethargy, appetite, and sins to separate us from our own history and take over our lands. Now they use the invaders on you, out in the open and silence you for saying something. The state government is not going to save you. Voting will not save you. Depending on your women will not save you. The sooner you accept that, the sooner there is a future for our children, if you haven't already aborted them, that is.
Pray often for wisdom and knowledge. This is a multi-generational fight which men need to wage, physically and philosophically. Western men need to find their balls again and stop worrying about their comfortable slave lives in the corporate world. Master: physical training, marksmanship, medical training, mobility, and small unit tactics, and any physical trade which deals in reality like carpentry, welding, plumbing, electrician, medical field…etc., as a base. Study: target detection, range estimation, stalking, and marksmanship for your Masters. Be resilient, adaptive, and innovative. Be a nuisance to TPTB. Team up with the like-minded men in your AO. Teach your own children. Free yourselves. That is really all there is to say. Raptor 2, out.
Friday, March 12, 2021