I believe 95+ percent of police, soldiers, and FBI/CIA/NSA agents outside of the top brass are good people. I believe they honestly are trying to protect their country and stand up for innocent Americans. That said, something needs to be done to change the culture of “following orders.” If you’re one of these men & women who’ve served, you know the easiest way to get booted out, if not jailed, is to disobey orders. In an old-time war environment when you’re, for example, advancing on a beach head, following orders was critical. In today’s world though, very few situations create such an environment. And we’re confronted with a world where politicians are regularly weaponizing their power against undesirables in their own population, especially those who are a threat to that power. The Constitution is being trampled on. Fundamental human rights are being destroyed. Being a member of this honorable group doesn’t mean you shouldn’t use your brains and own sense of morality. Forget what has been drilled into you through your service career. Every totalitarian regime in history has been enabled by a group of enforcers who were simply “following orders.” You are the last line of defense of powerless citizens who must suffer under these sociopaths. In a world where nearly every institution of influence is under their control and where elections increasingly don’t matter, you may be the only ones who can stop the insanity.

Essay: House Rules Imagine receiving a personal summons from a mysterious benefactor who invites you to leave behind your dull, ordinary, humdrum life and begin a new one: to move into his mansion and begin living the fulfilling life he does. Everybody has heard of this immensely wealthy and powerful man, yet very little is actually known about him. But your current life is going nowhere, so you pack your bags and bid your acquaintances adieu.

Upon your arrival at his magnificent mansion, the splendor and beauty of the vast estate strike you with awe. Everywhere you look, there is perfection; the smallest details have all been attended to. The refined benefactor greets you warmly, welcoming you. You stammer about, trying to express both your gratitude and shock. "What could I have possibly done to deserve this?" you finally blurt out.

"Nothing," he replies simply. "You don't deserve it. I offer this opportunity to whomever I choose. Personal merit is not involved." As you digest this, he continues, "I am offering you a chance to be one of my heirs—to be adopted, if you will. I want to share with you the quality of life I live and teach you how to live as I do. This life is not one of indulgence—there certainly is work involved!—but it is a life of liberty, and the fulfillment is far beyond anything a self-centered life can offer."

With that, he hands you a thin, small book. As you start to open it, he explains. "These are the house rules. This is how we maintain order and quality of life within this house. I require all guests to abide by them. They keep things running smoothly."

After being shown to your room, you examine the little book. Most of the rules make sense, but some seem just a little repressive and suffocating. For a split-second, you consider packing up and returning to your old life, but you push that thought away—at least for now. You read some more. Some are quite reasonable. Others make you think, How can I ever be myself with all these rules? Liberty, indeed!

Later that day, you meet another guest in the mansion. Having lived there for several years, he seems to have a good handle on things. You ask him about the house rules: "How can one live with such restrictions on everything? Why can we not just be free to do as we please?"

"It's quite simple," he replies. "You're looking at this the wrong way. You're thinking of 'liberty' as a type of independence—the freedom to do whatever you want. That idea is pretty common with newcomers. But true liberty is different: It is the freedom that comes from peaceful co-existence. Freedom from pain, fear, blame, competition, envy, strife, sickness—basically, freedom from wrecking your life—or someone else's."

"So what happens if I don't follow them? Do I get fined or something?"

He chuckles. "It's not like that at all. We all fall short at times. But remember, we're here to learn how to live a better life. If that isn't what you want, you can go back to the misery of your old life. But you will never have another opportunity like this. None of us were invited here because we already lived by these standards. But those that have been invited and choose not to cooperate don't last long. They're not interested in a better way of living—just their own way. I know the house rules are difficult to swallow at first. They probably seem quaint, even eccentric—but they work."

Settling into your new environment, you begin to experience life to a depth you never thought possible. You become acquainted with the other houseguests and come to know the distinguished—yet approachable—owner who has taken you under his wing. The days turn into weeks, the months into years. Personal dramas and difficulties mar the household's peace now and then, and with each incident, it becomes apparent how those involved could have avoided it: by paying a little closer attention to the house rules. In fact, the longer you live there, your respect and appreciation grow for the little book that defines how to live peacefully. You understand that at its heart is a basic formula for living: giving rather than getting.

You realize that the house rules are not the purpose of life in the mansion. They are simply the way your adopted "father" lives as he goes about his work. He does not ask his heirs to do anything he is unwilling to do. When the rest of the house follows his example, there is harmony and beauty because everyone understands what is expected and what works.

You reflect on your old life and are amazed that anyone could live that way. You remember some previous discussions about morality and the general consensus that things like murder and adultery were wrong. However, nobody wanted to go much further for fear of being legalistic. Yet, after living this new way and seeing the results, you shake your head in wonder at the misunderstanding: Sticking to timeless standards is not legalism. It is the only sane way to live.

• David C. Grabbe

Mods, please delete if need be, i just wanted to express my appreciation for all of you on this board. I feel like you're my family.

As I stumbled upon a pack of javelina today, i noted mothers with very young ones who were still nursing. At that precise mmoment , when they alao saw me, a large male took up sentinel duty on the trail, bllocking me from access to the rest of the herd unless I first went through him. I stood at a distance and was in awe of the solitary man (javelina male) who would protect the herd at the expense of his own life.