by 
Kit Lange | Jun 18, 2015
As I write this, patriots from all over the country are traveling to 
Washington State to send a message.  They are coming to what may be the 
largest event of its kind in American history, to make a statement that 
will stand on its own for generations to come.  They are coming 
resolute, brave and fearless.  They are coming to train, to network, to 
partake in the humbling honor and grave responsibility of being part of 
the few who choose to stand in defense of Liberty.  Before an event, I 
am always filled with a sense of wonder at it all.  It never, ever gets 
old.  As an old, dear friend of mine said to me a few weeks ago, “
How blessed are we to be given the opportunity to fight for Liberty?”  We are blessed, indeed.
I think about the people who I call family in this cause, the ones 
who I train with, eat with, argue with, and would without hesitation 
fight and die with.  Contrary to what the average American may think, 
the people who I call family are not uneducated white trash with a 
penchant for anarchy and gun crimes.  My tribe is made up of some of the
 most amazing minds you’ll ever meet, people who have honorably served 
Liberty—some of them since I was a child.  They are trainers and 
teachers, always willing to share their knowledge and their skills.  
They are family folk, who love their children and their spouses.  They 
are builders and engineers, mechanics and healthcare workers. They go to
 work, pay bills, go to their kids’ school events, fix their sinks and 
mow their lawns.  In other words, in many ways they are just like you.
What sets them apart—and what should scare the living daylights out of the tyrants—is this:  That is not all they are.
They are also brilliant tacticians and strategists, and eloquent 
writers who can inspire people to action with their words.  They are 
farmers and survivalists who can thrive in nearly any environment, no 
matter how rough the terrain or lean the resources.  They are prepared 
for any disaster, and have a plan for nearly any possible situation they
 may find themselves in.  They are intelligence professionals who are 
experts in things that you would rather not know about and should hope 
you never have to face.  They are former Army, Navy, Air Force, Marine 
Corps.  They are everything from herbalists to pilots, radio operators 
to plumbers.  They are well-trained…and they are still always training. 
 They are not rich, but they offer what they have to the cause.  They 
are self-reliant, and regardless of political, racial or religious 
differences, they are bound together by the basic idea that we were 
created free, and must remain free at all costs.
They are also quite literally the most incredible marksmen I’ve ever 
seen.  Of course, the difference between them and the feds is that my 
tribe has never taken innocent life…and never will.
This is my tribe.  These are the people who I stand next to at 
rallies, the people who are traveling across the country to be here, the
 people who I spend day in and day out working with in this amazing and 
terrifying fight we are in.  I think of each of their faces as I write 
this, of each of their skillsets and their fortitude and their absolute 
balls. 
 Male and female alike, young and old, of all races and all walks of 
life.  I am so humbled to know them and be counted as one of their 
number.  I think of their kids, growing up strong and resolute like 
their parents, and it fills me with hope.  I think of the man whose face
 I see across the dinner table every night, and I love him even more 
because I know in his heart burns the exact same fire that is in mine.  
All of us, united by Liberty no matter the cost.  I think of the 
sacrifices that so many have made in the last few weeks and months to 
make this Arms Expo a success…and trust me, there were so many.  I say 
that not because these people want recognition—although the people I 
worked with these last few months certainly deserve every accolade that 
could be thrown their way—but because I want readers to understand how 
much we love this cause, how much we are willing to give in its defense.
We are often castigated and ridiculed for our blunt manner, and I am 
especially singled out for my seemingly rude attitude toward those who 
choose to write letters instead of stand, or who do things 
“differently.”  Perhaps now is when you expect an apology for that.  
I’ll be honest: You’ll never get one.  I see what my teammates have 
given up and continue to give in support of this cause, and I can tell 
you right now that 99% of you will never know the true cost.  I see the 
stress, the lack of sleep, the severe health issues that they endure 
because of it.  I have been there for the quiet 4am mornings when, after
 a sleepless night spent with too many cigarettes and too many pots of 
coffee, we all look at each other with the sobering realization that we 
may not come home from the rally that day.  I know about the financial 
struggles for those who have chosen to fund liberty activities out of 
their own pocket when they couldn’t afford to.  I’ve seen them hug their
 kids goodbye knowing it may be the last time they see them.  People 
laugh at that because so far nothing has happened, but the truth is, we 
never know if 
this rally is the one they start shooting at.  We never know if 
this time is the time when they decide to arrest us all. For my brother Anthony, 
this time
 is already here.  If the federal government has its way, his wife Maria
 will face running a farm and raising five children alone.  Where will 
you be?  Arguing on Facebook?  Running around in the woods and going to 
“meet and greets”?
Believe me—this post is in NO way a treatise on why some patriots are
 better than you, so spare me the hate mail.  What this post is meant to
 do is give you some perspective.  People read my articles or Facebook 
posts and they think they know me.  They call me a bully and far worse. 
 They call Anthony attention-seeking and arrogant.  They do everything 
possible to discredit us and tear us down.  None of that bothers me 
because I know what you do not.  I see what the others in this fight go 
through in order to keep fighting.  The bottom line is this: Membership 
in this tribe costs something–not because we say so, but because that is
 the nature of the tribe.  Liberty is bigger than ALL of us, and as 
elitist as it may sound, truly standing in its defense 
by default
 will cost you.  It will affect your friendships, your relationships, 
your job.  It will change your financial situation, and it will affect 
your sleep, your health.  But it is 
so incredibly worth it.
Every day I watch people give everything they have for this cause.  
Everything.  So when you tell me in a Facebook message, firmly ensconced
 in your easy chair with your laptop, that what YOU do, in your little 
social media groups and Zello “meetings” and letter writing is “just as 
important”, please forgive me when I laugh in your face.  Come stand 
next to me at a rally, defying tyranny in front of a sniper team just 
waiting for a go order to blow a hole in your face, and then I’ll take 
you seriously.  Go stand in front of a federal judge as they deny you 
every right you have in a court of law, like Anthony is doing today.  
Show up at the Arms Expo this weekend and defy unconstitutional law with
 us.  Choose which bill to pay this month because you don’t have enough 
cash to pay them all and still continue to support the fight.  Stop 
typing and put some damn skin in the game, because the people I see in 
this cause have 
everything on the line.
This weekend, my tribe will all stand defiant against laws that seek 
to control, to strip us of rights inherent in our very existence as 
human beings.  What will your tribe be doing?
Via 
http://www.patrickhenrysociety.com/reflections-on-the-patriot-tribe/