A letter for Ben

                                                             

Hey Ben,

I going to take a shot at why we don’t hang Bill Clinton, and I could be wrong, it ain’t over yet.

Nothing will ruin something useful, like a committee. In their hearts, people know this, one God, one creation. As a result, we’ve always tended to have kings. Why? Because a people, a culture needs a direction, it needs ideas, it need problem solving. These thing can be debated and resolved through committees, but who going to lead? Who going to say, let’s do it, and who’s going to take the blame. That takes a strong, smart, courageous man, a king. He is also the face of the people, of the culture, dare I say it, the standard. As the king does, the peoples do. Shit flows downhill.

So within a culture, the king is top dawg, which translate to the face of the people among nations. He speaks for the whole of the people when dealing with other peoples. Peoples talk to peoples, by kings talking to kings. It’s the way it’s done. It’s tradition. So…..??? Killing the king? Is like killing the people. Ever play chess?

In the early 1200’s the king (I believe of England) kind of run a-muck, and the people got fed up with him and drew up the Magna Charter, and spelled out just what the king could and could not do, and they shoved it up his ass. They didn’t kill him, or depose of him, he was the king, they simply made it clear who was in charge, really, and he’d better ACT like a king or else.

Come along about 1380 pretty much the same thing happened, the king run-a-muck and they had to read him the riot act. They actually had him at sword point, and read it to him, and he so agreed. Again, they didn’t kill him or depose of him, after all he’s the king, he’s us.

The along about the mid-1600’s a fellow named Cromwell came along, a communist, (even though the term wasn’t in use yet,) and they killed King Charles the first and took over. Well it didn’t take long to find out they knew nothing, and that running a country was a big deal, and things were soon a mess, and the people got fed up again and killed ole Cromwell and ask Charles the second to take the crown. He didn't want it, “You killed my dad, you killed Cromwell, your hero, no I don’t want it.” Well they begged him, cause they had nobody else, and after long debates and agreements, no killing the king, Charles the second so agreed.

Things were shaky up until the great fire of London 1666 when the king proved himself king, and England again moving forward.

Come 1776, the colonist were thinking George the third wasn’t treating them as he ought. So they were considering deposing of him, but you can’t just do that, and stand in the world, you have to have a face, a standard, in short, a king. What were they going to do about that.

Well they did what they knew, They created a House of Lords, The elites, (The Senate) who see the bigger picture. They created the House of Commons, the many people who see it up close, who make it happen, who have the problems and live on and off the land. (House of Representatives) And so they created a King, the visionary, the guy that sees and controls the whole picture. The guy that’s got to talk to other kings, and stand their (our) ground, strike deals, make the decisions and take the blame. It’s a hell-of-a-job. (The President).

I guess my point is, it’s tradition, he was our king, he was us (so to speak). We can’t kill ourselves. We knew he was dirt when we put him in there. He was a dumb-ass hillbilly we made king, and to hold him up cause he couldn’t do the job? That ain’t right. He did what he knew, ‘he grabbed what he could.’

Now the wicked witch that follows him around on a broom, casting evil spells on everyone. She’s another story. She was never king, to good to be queen, so she just a criminal,

That’s the best I can do Ben on short notice. But I know how ya feel. Don’t think I don’t. And the rest of the cast members, they just criminals, and should be treated as such. But Bill, he was king, he was us, but he’s gone, and you can bet he’s a dragging chains with him, will to his grave. Let’s pray he repents.

Carter was another hillbilly that should not have been king. We have to remember, or learn who the president is, he is the KING even if for a short while. But for that time he is us. We need to be careful who we be making king.

Anyway Yours in Christ

George Henry Nichols

January 16, 2025

Tolerance

 

I think we need to discuss the word ‘tolerance.’ We tend to throw this word around as a weapon to get people to accept poor behavior, “You need to be more tolerant!” “You’re intolerant.!” This throws people, because they don’t know what it means, except that it means space, So too often, they back down from defending their values and the poor behavior continues, and gets worse. Because we don’t know what tolerance is, but we know it’s important.

So, let’s talk about it. ‘Tolerance;’ “the space allotted between two moving parts.” There has to be a space between two moving parts in order for them to move. If the space is to close, then the parts generate a lot of heat and fail. If the space is too large, it tends to go out of balance and beats itself to pieces. If you’re of any age at all, you’ve seen this. Bicycles, cars, an old fan, a squealing air-conditioner, the tolerances have to be maintained, or you have problems.

We have all seen steam locomotives, think about the drive rod that turns the wheels. Think about where it connects to the wheel. Think about how often it changes direction; with tremendous force, as it turns the wheel. Back and forth, back and forth, on and on…Round and round... Those tolerances have to be just right, I mean just right, or that locomotive will beat itself to smithereens, and it wouldn’t take long.

So how does that apply to the culture? Can you see how they are trying to use the word? They depend on you not knowing what it means, but knowing it’s important, because you went to a public school. But now you know.

So think about it, if tolerances are too tight, nothing gets done and tempers flair (like a dictator,) but if they get to loose, the culture beats itself to pieces. So…..????

This was the wisdom of our founding fathers, our tolerances are spelled out in the US Constitution. ‘It is our tolerances.’ We hold this (The Constitution) above the men who serve it, because it’s wisdom is above those who serve it. Notice I said serve it, the Constitution. That’s because, the way it works, is, your elected public officials don’t serve you (sorry), they serve the Constitution, and it’s the Constitution that serves you. Go read it.

How does it do that…? Okay… First…. If you are indeed a free people, than food, sleep and sex is none of the governments business. If you are getting any of these from the government, than you are not free. (We are way out of tolerance.) As a Free people the Constitution says, I have a right to private property. If I buy it, it’s mine. The Constitutions stands behind the money, says you can’t steal from me, are we (the people) will hunt down anyone who does. It says you can’t be killing me, are we (the people) will hunt down anyone who does…. Protects me (by we the people) from enemies, local and abroad.

The Constitution (We the People) protects my right to free speech, but also protects the guy who reacts to it, and has his say.

Now think about this one… If these protections come from the Constitution (We the People), than it is obvious that the Constitution (We the People) should be armed and prepared to defend it’s boundaries. If the persons charged with serving the Constitution, decide we should serve them instead…. Well…. The Constitution (We the People) itself is armed and prepared and thus can correct it.

Believe it or not, the Constitution (We the People) was written as to limit what ‘We the People’ could do. That is to say, the resulting government was limited in what it could do. Other than Life, Liberty and Justice… the government (We the People) have no say. The rest is left up to you, the person, or your State if you and your neighbors so choose. That is to say, you can’t be envious, you are the same as your neighbor under the Law (The Constitution – We the People). So go and do something useful, build something useful, be useful to somebody, for this is what life it, what culture is, what freedom is. This is what gives the money value, YOU being of use. There is no free ride...that’s a lie. The more people doing nothing, the less the money is worth. If everybody is working, then the money gains great value. I’ve never heard anyone put it this way, but it’s so. There is no gold, there is no silver, there is no oil, there is only paper money and cheap coinage the government (We the People) print. You can’t eat any of those. The only real value the money has, is the work you put into it. The more work, the greater the value, the less work, well surely you’re following along by now………

So….. Now that we know what tolerances are, and how important they are in keeping a well oiled machine running and working and feeding everyone through work and exchange, with no need for government interference.

So….. Think about your tolerances, and just what do you tolerate.? ….and from whom…? Think about your government (You the People) and how far out of tolerance you the people (your government) are. So be careful on who you blame for what…. But it’s time to clean up the machine, oil it, and bring it back into proper tolerances.

11/12/25

George Henry Nichols

Treasure of the Bell

 

If you want to find the treasure of Sir George Henry Nichols,

Then you must keep in mind that woman is fickle.

Ole Captain Outrageous likes his lunch a-la-carte.

So the Cadillac Café seems a fine place to start.

Travel on northward, to the land left to farming.

Across from a place some say was charming.

You will fine famous names written all on the walls.

But you won’t find any in any of the halls.

Here you will find islands with no sea to surround them,

Perhaps you will find ponds with no fish to abound them.

Look to the one northwest of the horse,

Some say it lunar, but that’s just a farce.

Look to the bottom and look to the top.

If first you don’t see it, there’s no reason to stop.

Look at it again and look at it well,

For Sir George Henry Nichols marked it clear as a bell. ©

Happy hunting Mates

Captain Outrageous

Opportunity

 

This I beheld, or dreamed it in a dream:-

There spread a cloud across a plain;

And underneath the cloud, or in it, raged

A furious battle, and men yelled, and swords

Shocked upon swords and shields. A prince’s banner

Wavered, then staggered backwards, hemmed by foes.

A craven hung along the battles edge,

And thought, “Had I a sword of keener steel-

That Blue Blade that the king’s son bears-but this

Blunt thing!”-he snapped and flung it from his hand.

And lowering crept away and left the field.

Then came the king’s son, wounded sore bestead,

And Weaponless, and saw the broken sword,

Hilt-buried in the dry trodden sand,

And ran and snatched it, and with battle-shout

Lifted afresh he hewed his enemy down,

And saved a great cause that heroic day.

Edward R. Sill

1841 - 1887

Hunting in Hitchcock, Texas

 

Hunting in Hitchcock

Hitchcock Memory #103

When I was about six years old, I got a BB gun for Christmas. Dad taught me how to use it, how to be safe with it, I couldn't point it at anybody, regardless, 'because if you do, they ARE going to shoot you. That's the way it works, so don't be pointing it at anyone.' Don't shoot any songbirds are it's you ass. Well I knew what that meant. So I learned one bird from another so I didn't get caught shooting any song birds. Daddy accomplished two lesson with that one. One; I always knew what was in my sights before I pulled the trigger. and Two; I know one bird from another.

Mommy had a rule too, she would cook anything we brought home, as long as it was cleaned and dressed. “I deal with meat, I don't deal with dead animals.” I remember once we went frogging and gigged a few. Mommy was frying them up, and they kept jumping out of the frying pan, we pick 'em up and put 'em back in. Mommy screaming and dancing around the kitchen, but she did it, she fried them up and we ate them. It was a hoot.

My bother had gotten a 20 gauge shotgun. JC Higgins I believe. We also had a single shot 22. Ithaca I believe it was.

There was an old man (old to me, I'm a little kid), who picked up the garbage. I think his name was Krenick. Most likely not spelling it right. He had a recycling operation going on seems to me, the end of Hacker. But Hacker in those days was just two ruts like Delaney. From Second Street it was just a mud rut road disappearing into the woods, but if you followed it, it led to Krenick's dump where he feed the garbage to his pigs, he took the metal to the scrap yard and he burned the rest. I go out Hacker today, I haven't got a clue where it was.

Now on Friday or Saturday night, Dad, me and my brother (six years between us, so I'm a little kid and he's a middle kid,) would ride out to Krenick's dump. Rock and roll and clunk, cluck down Hacker, there seemed to always be a fire going, and we would park with the headlights pointed at the fire and the pile that was burning. There would be rats running all over. We would sit on the hood of the car and shoot rats. It was good family fun and good target practice. And no we didn't eat rats.

Now when I'm a little older, Dad said when he was our age, him and his friends would go rabbit hunting. (Now in those days, a game animal had a season, you couldn't shoot them out of season, and you had to have a hunting license. If there was no season assigned to the animal, it was considered a varmint, and with a hunting license, you could hunt varmints year round, a rabbit was a varmint. Side note; at that time, there was a fifty dollar (in those days, that was fifty, one once pieces of silver) bounty on coyotes, you had to show a hunting license and produce the ears and tail.) They would use his Dad's car, they rigged up a headlight as a spotlight, and one would drive, one would be on one fender with the spotlight, and the other fellow on the other fender with the gun and they would shoot rabbits off of S road in Galveston. Can you imagine.

Well, as you can imagine, when Dad's two boys heard this story, we wanted to do likewise. Sound like a good idea to me. And so we did. My brother had a driver's license, we got a few friends together, and Dad's car and we went rabbit hunting. There were so many dirt roads in Hitchcock and (in those days) Alto Loma and Arcadia, and they all connected, you could go for miles. There were very few houses in those days. We'd creep along at idle in second gear, while the spotlight did the searching from the roof of the car, and we had a gun on each fender. From time to time, we would see a dead coyote hanging on a fence, no ears or tail.

If a rabbit was spotted, I'd turn the car toward the rabbit, while the spotlight trained in on it, so a shot could be taken. Notice I was driving, I didn't have a license, but driving was the least fun, me being the youngest, got stuck. Ya know seniority. To say the least, we ate rabbit pretty regular in those days.

One of the best stories, and to give you an idea of political temperature. We were rabbit hunting as usual, Spotlight on the roof, guns on the fenders, no license behind the wheel and we made the mistake of turning onto FM 2004, but just for a short ways, but not short enough. We get pulled over by the Texas Highway Patrol. We pull over, stop. He walks up to us, “What in Sam's hills are ya'll doing..!!!???” He belts out. He's a young fellow, well dress in his uniform, creased, clean, hat well adjusted. He was looking the part.

“We 're rabbit hunting sir.” We replied

“Do you know how many dirt roads there are around here,” he began to point out, “ What the hell are you doing on my highway..!! You get the hell off my highway..!! I bet if I ask him” pointing at me, “for a driver license, ya'll would be stuck. Now get the hell off my highway..!! If I catch you again, I'm throwing the book at ya.!!!”

To say the least, we got off his highway. Let me point out, he never show an once of fear, he never mentioned the guns, we never mentioned the guns. Guns at that time, were mute.

Now as time went on, I got a driver's license, and friends and we went right on rabbit hunting and eating hasenpfeffer.

The trouble was, they kept building houses. Next thing you know, we're shooting rabbits in peoples front yards, and driving on, then coming back in an hour or so to pick them up. So how are we going to fix this. We can't be doing that, so.....

We got an idea, we got some miner's lamps to strap on our heads and we would sneak into old abandon Camp Wallace (Jack Brook's Park) and hunt rabbits on foot. Camp Wallace proved to be an interesting place, it was first of all over grown, so it was hard to make your way around. We hacked our way through with machetes, carrying a gun, in the dark, with only miner's lamps. We ran across the old sewage plant, which was a strange thing indeed, in the dark, with little beams of light. The ruins of bunkers and barracks various other things, it was an adventure, we were Indiana Jones, before Indiana Jones, on top of being just rabbit hunting. (All those ruins are still there.)

Well one night we're out there in Camp Wallace, the 'Great White Hunters,' hunting. We're in this little clearing, around a wellhead, and all of a sudden, the bushes started shaking, and making a racket, right over there, and it's headed our way. We look at each other, and then back, and the bushes are just a shaking and rattling and making an awful racket, and it coming right at us. There is talk of lions, tigers and bears and the closer it got, the more apprehensive we got.

Lion, tiger, bear give a damn, we were armed, dangerous and ready, if not a little shook. We had our little miner's lights and guns trained on right were it was going to break out into the clearing. We were ready, having given each other a peep talk, and out into the clearing popped.... An armadillo. We were so shocked and so relieved, we didn't even shoot it, we all just relaxed, and it walk right passed us and back into the bushes on the other side, right back to making a racket and shaking the bushes. Learned a lot that night, first, had it been a lion, tiger or bear, we most like never would have heard it, second, keep your fear in check, it might be lying.

One more... We weren't hunting this time, but we were carrying guns, in case of rattlesnakes. It was me and a buddy of mine wanting to see what was in Mecom's big barn out at the old blimp base. We went out Center Street as for as the car would go, then we walked in across that big field to the blimp base and had a look. Mecom had all kind of stuff in that barn, not to mention the big C-47 sitting out front of the hanger columns. He had a Ford tri-motor hidden in there. A couple old military half-track, motorcycles, jeeps, parts everywhere. He had a couple stacks (about five) of radial engines, with a couple laying on the floor taken apart. Out back he had a couple of what I think where Twin Beech airplanes, all gutted out.

So on our way out, we're walking along the outside (the side towards Center Street) of the old hanger, the big columns. Between the two big columns, in about the center, is a smaller column aide. About a third the length of the hanger and about a third the height of the hanger. Still, well over our heads. So we're walking along and we come to this column-aide, and the ground turns black, and as we walk, crunch, crunch, crunch. I look at my buddy, he looks at me, crunch, crunch, crunch. We walk a little farther, crunch, crunch, crunch. And we get to looking, this black stripe that runs along this column-aide, and that's it. It's not on either side or either end. Just along the column-aide. We walk a little more, crunch, crunch, crunch. I stoop down and pick up a stick, and dig a little into this crunchy stuff. When I do, I turn up a bunch of little white sticks, and then a little skull......ding..!!! I think I heard the bell go off in my buddy's head as well, cause we both looked up at the same time, and there they were, about five well fed hawks, looking at us. Learned a lot that day too. Look up more. And nature is nature, and what they say about hawks is true.

George Henry Nichols

September 17^th 2025

Charlie Kirk - John the Baptist the Motivations

 

I've been thinking about Charlie's death and the death of John the Baptist. Perhaps the motivations were the same.

What was John the Baptist doing. He was announcing the arrival of the Lord. “Make straight the path of the Lord.” The people were excited, and listening to him and following him, because the signs of the times were ripe.

What else was he doing..? What got his head cut off..? He was calling out the sins of King Herod, who was sleeping with his bother's wife. He was calling them out publicly. He was calling out the law and the King Publicly. The King was torn between his lust for his bother's wife and God's Law. But the woman was going to have none of it. And set the King up for a fall. And there went the head of John the Baptist. Go read it, it's in the gospels. The words of the Holy Spirit are a lot better than mine.

Now the damn hippies brought up the self esteem generation. Everybody got a trophy, nobody heard no, everybody was a king or a queen. He's a good boy, she's a good girl is all we ever heard, as they rob banks and steal cars and kill each other because they are filled with self esteem, (self-importance.) Damn it, My way or the highway... I'm a girl if I say I'm a girl. Bla...bla...bla.....

What was Charlie doing..? He was preaching the word of the Lord. Not as a Priest or a pastor to a congregation, but to the public, in the public, like John the Baptist (who wasn't part of the Temple System). Chatlie was making the path of the Lord straight for these people. Understandable. The people were excited, they were listening to him, they were following him because of the good news, and the signs of times are ripe.

What else was he doing..? He was publicly calling out the law, and calling out sinners (the murders, the abortions, the riots, the beatings, the false witness), he was running them over with truth.

Think about all the little kings and queens out there we've created, the amoral little tyrants who's everything is called into question by this one man. This one man, where people are excited, and listening, and following.....and were does that leave them.

Just like John the Baptist, they had to shut him up. And anyone who follows suit is in danger. The little tyrants can't live comfortable in their sin with somebody calling them out in public...

I say we make them uncomfortable. Make straight the way of the Lord Jesus Christ.

Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit Amen

George Henry Nichols

September 16^th 2025

My take on the Murder of Charlie Kirk

 

I not going to piss and moan over Charlie, and I'm going to tell you why. He died a martyr, he is with our Lord Jesus Christ, I am not going to begrudge him such company. Our Lord said, 'Rejoice at a funeral.' I know it's a tragedy for his wife and family and for us, but like I said, I will not begrudge him his reward. What I do believe, is this is a clarion call. We are at war, you have to come to realize that.

Let us reflect on a few things. Seems to me the Lord called the Pharisees and Sadducees vipers... Why..? Because their message was venomous. That tells me it's okay to call a spade a spade. Democraps are a criminal syndicate. If it looks like a duck, walk like a duck, quacks like a duck....it's a duck.

Jesus also cursed a fig tree, and we know what happen to it. Jesus also made a whip out of reeds and cleared the temple...!!! He cleared the place of evil doers. He drove them out, with a stick.

So, as we cry over Charlie, and talk about how great he was, we need to reflect on....Did we hear anything he said. Or was just on our side and a good guy. I dare you, reflect on what he said, Jesus Christ is our strength and our shield. If you really believed the things Charlie said, then it's time to pick up a stick and clear the temple. I can hear the trumpets of the clarion call. The Lord is not pleased, that we shot Charlie Kirk. Act...Act in the living present, with resolute heart and God over head.

George Henry Nichols

September 12, 2025