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Bill, on behalf of National J.A.I.L. we raise our hearts, minds, and voices in a hearty AMEN! to you for your hard work and dedication, not only to the cause of J.A.I.L. nationwide (and even worldwide), but to the cause of Freedom generally. Ladies and Gentlemen, let's all give a resounding round of email applause to this remarkable freedom-loving hero who made FreedomRoast2004 possible, and promises to have FreedomRoast an annual event.

 

Folks, here is a man who not only is blessed with the ability to do something like this, but one who actually does it!  There's a big difference between the two characteristics. There are many people who have the wherewithal (money, material, and manpower) to sponsor such events in this country, but few of them have the heart, mind, and will to actually lay it all on the line and carry it into reality.

 

Bill Stegmeier is one of those rare jewels in our latent arsenal for potential freedom who is willing to, and does, light the fuse to this arsenal and get it burning FOR FREEDOM!  That's what Bill has done, and vows to continue to do in the future for all freedom-loving people everywhere!  Samuel Adams said it well: "..it does not require a majority to prevail, but rather an irate, tireless minority keen to set brush fires in people's minds.."

Yes folks, the People will prevail with ones like Bill to light and lead the way. FreedomRoast2004 is just the beginning. The J.A.I.L. organization is indeed blessed to have Bill Stegmeier as the JAILer-In-Chief for South Dakota who is spearheading the effort of being the first state to get J.A.I.L. on the ballot. Bill said that it will be on the 2006 ballot, and one of his vendors said "If Bill says it will be done, you can be sure it will be done!" Be sure and get in touch with Bill if you can help out, particularly those new South Dakota JAILers who signed up at the FreedomRoast.

 

All that is needed is Bill's word on it, and that is plainly evident when seeing the tightly-knit crew of about 50 or more, working for Bill, demonstrating a loyalty to him second to none that we have seen. It was quite amazing watching how his people operated as a smoothly- operating, well-oiled working machine, each member knowing what he was to do and doing it-- and Bill himself was in there pitching as much as anyone. It was truly admirable to observe this cooperation. Bill had tan

t-shirts made for the FreedomRoast that he and his crew wore, and it was very effective in showing the unity of the team. 

 

Bob Graham, one of the speakers, said in an email:  "Freedom Roast - 2004 is HISTORY and it is recorded! Bill Stegmeier is a one of a kind gentleman who put his money where his mouth is. He handled the Roast with quiet dignity and a professionalism that is all too lacking in theUnited States. He made every one feel welcome. THANK YOU, BILL!"

Now about our trip to South Dakota:  Bill flew us there and back and arranged to have us stay in his 37-foot motor home right on the grounds of the event.

 

En route, when we were at the Denver airport on a stop-over to Sioux Falls, a senior lady with a cane sat next to me. Ron was seated on the other side of me, talking with a young man who was interested in 

J.A.I.L. The lady next to me, whose name is Helene Poyzer, asked if I was hungry, and I said not really. She said she could give me half a sandwich if I wanted it. That was so kind of her to offer, and so I accepted. It was so good and carefully made-- with 7-grain soft bread and the crust cut off, half sandwich wrapped separately. Helene asked if I was going home or visiting. I told her Ron was coming to speak at a rally in South Dakota and I reached over for a J.A.I.L. card. I told her "This is what we're involved in..." and I no sooner put the card into her hand, and she lit up and said "Oh, J.A.I.L.--  yes, we know what that is, and my husband and I support it." 

 

She just came alive about that. I asked if she had email, and she said "No."  She had her leg operated on and has metal support inside, and her husband is in remission from cancer, recently had chemo-therapy. So they can't run a computer. I asked her how they heard about J.A.I.L. and she said "Through the mail." They're in Spirit Lake, Iowa. We don't even have a JIC in Iowa, and only five JAILers there. Yet, this senior couple heard about J.A.I.L. through the mail, and they strongly support it. She was very excited about meeting us. So folks, J.A.I.L. is out there more than we realize!

 

Ron always remarks about an email he received about two weeks ago from an editor of a publication in New York state, and he said he heard about J.A.I.L. from an advertisement on a placemat in a restaurant. How about that?? 

 

Bill had informed us that upon our arrival at Sioux Falls airport, he would have us picked up in his limo, and his driver would hold up a sign saying "Branson."  I said to Ron, "Sounds like Bill even has a limousine," and Ron responded "Oh, you know Bill, he's a joker. Remember he said he should have bought Miracle Radiator In A Can instead of stop-leak (for just a few bucks more) when he heard our radiator had to be replaced in Denver. It'll probably be some old Chevy picking us up." 

 

Well, let me tell you-- we were picked up in style!  We were delayed getting to the baggage area, and a man approached us and asked Ron if he was Branson. He didn't have a sign and he never met us before. Ron said "Yes I am" and the man (who is actually a Yellow Cab driver) said "Your driver will be right back. He went to look for you." We were wondering who "the driver" was going to be. Meanwhile I said I was going to find a place to sit down, and the man said "Why don't you go to the limo?" and I said "What limo?" He pointed outside the door across the street and said "That blue Lincoln."  I looked and beheld this gleaming, immaculate midnight-blue big Lincoln sedan. It was gorgeous. It had a sign on the front door "FreedomRoast2004" so we knew that was it!  WOW-- far from being an old Chevy!

 

I got in the rear seat and sank down what seemed to be about 6 inches in plush blue leather seats. The dashboard and flooring was carpeted in a beautiful medium blue. I felt surrounded in luxury!  I closed the door and it was so quiet inside, after the noise of the airport. I just sat back and soaked it all in! I couldn't imagine that this was all true. When Ron came with the driver, the driver very quickly and efficiently took all of our luggage and put it in the trunk (except the one piece I already had with me-- I told the driver that was fine). He then quickly went to the front passenger door and opened it for Ron and went around to the driver's side. I felt like I was living in fantasy-land.

 

I asked the driver what his name was and he said "Dave" and I saw the driver's cap in the front seat. I asked him if it was his cap, and he said "Yes, it is. I'll put it on just for you!"  And did he ever look sharp! He was dressed in black, with the black cap-- it looked so formal and proper. And Dave's manners were impeccable-- gentleman extraordinaire. As we rode down the street, it was as smooth as the airplane ride. Ron took it more in stride and was holding quite a conversation with the driver, who was very accommodating with answering questions and giving us information about the area.

 

Dave wasn't familiar with the precise location of the grounds of the FreedomRoast, and we saw a large motor home parked by a garage near a water amusement park, and so we went there, but it didn't look like a FreedomRoast in that area. So he asked a mechanic, and he pointed to a road and said "It's out back."  We drove along that road and came upon what appeared to be the right place and saw another large motor home in the distance, and said "That must be it." So we had door-to-door limo service at the behest of FreedomRoast2004, with all the royal treatment and accommodation.

 

That motor home was like a palace to us. For some reason, Bill brought in a vacuum cleaner and he was going to vacuum the place!  We said "Why do you have that? The place is spotless!"  And Bill said "Oh-- okay." Can you imagine?  BILL was there, ready to vacuum the carpet for us!  This is the kind of guy Bill is-- kind, humble, at your service...

on top of everything else!  He showed Ron how to regulate the air conditioner and turn on the water pump, and told us the place "was ours." What a guy!

 

We were met at the motor home by Rose Lear, one of the speakers, and she visited with us in the comfortable living room on the motor home and what she had to say was so interesting. She not only had interesting things to say about how she confronts the system, but she had such a dramatic way of telling and describing it-- by her eyes and facial expressions, her hand gestures, her voice. She had us glued to her. Shortly, her friend Todd Johnson joined us. We just then met Todd and I could tell after a few minutes that he was already sold on J.A.I.L.  He and Rose are from Michigan, and I think we can expect great things in Michigan before too long.

 

We were supposed to meet Brad, the Washington JIC and National J.A.I.L. ACIC, Northwest Region, but he wasn't able to make it because of an unexpected business development. He was to join Ron and Fred Smart, our new ACIC, Upper-Midwest Region, on stage to speak on J.A.I.L. Due to the vacancy left by Brad, I suggested to Ron that he ask if Bill would fill in for Brad, and be the third spot on the "J.A.I.L. panel" and as is characteristic of Bill, he graciously accepted, and he wore his J.A.I.L. T-shirt on stage and contributed to the J.A.I.L. message from the microphone. Thanks Bill!  We can count on him any time. 

 

Ron's topic was "How J.A.I.L. Will Prosper South Dakota," touching on business, jobs, right to Assistance of Counsel rather than a lawyer, Second Amendment, crime, traffic, morale, and future hope. People came to our table stating they liked what they heard from the panel and wanted more information about J.A.I.L. Seventeen new JAILers signed up, most from South Dakota. This demonstrates the value of setting up  J.A.I.L. display tables around the state of South Dakota.

 

Later in the evening, before the spectacular fireworks display, there was a karaoke segment. Bill got up on stage with about three others and sang "I got friends in low places." What a scene-- Bill singing with three kids up there. It was precious!  Oh! And Fred Smart is quite the singer too!  He rushed up from clear in the back yelling "Wait!" so he could join Ron on stage, harmonizing with him in "Amazing Grace."  It was beautiful and we could hear the way he bellowed out that his heart was really in it!  Thanks Fred!

 

If you ever plan on going to South Dakota, by all means bring plenty of mosquito repellant with you, especially if you plan on being outdoors after sundown. We brought home several souvenirs from S.D. --large welts all over our bodies, that itch like crazy!  The ground is covered with long blades of swamp grass, and if you're not careful where you walk, you'll sink down into a marsh. I know-- my chair at the J.A.I.L. table kept sinking in the mud and I had to move it around all the time.

 

Oh-- that reminds me, and I almost forgot!  Ron and I got stuck in the mud. On Friday evening, Bill let Ron drive a little electric go-cart around, and we went all over the place. Ron was having a ball. We came upon a creek flowing across the dirt road, and I told Ron he better not try to go across in the go-cart, and he said "Why not?"  Well, he soon found out "Why not." He hit that water with more speed to supposedly "get through" --and BAM-- we both lunged forward and the mud flew up and splattered all over us-- splat!  I won't tell you what it looked and felt like that hit us. I got the worst of it, so Ron thinks I'm exaggerating. Of course he would say that because-- I told him so! I said not to go through it!

 

Fortunately, there was a pickup truck going by ahead of us, and he saw the plight we were in. With a smile on his face, he pulled over and said "Just a minute." We couldn't get out because we would sink up to our ankles in mud and that's the only pair of shoes we had with us.  But this man didn't hesitate to get a tow strap and walk right through the mud. He had ankle-high work boots on, but I hated to see him get them full of mud. He said "No problem" and he came ahead as if he did it every day.

 

Just as he got to us, this van comes up from behind us, and it was Todd!

Remember, the fellow we met at the motor home?  He laughed and said "Are you guys stuck??" I said "How did you know?" and he said he was coming out looking for us when we didn't return after a while. Well-- he found us all right. So Todd turned the van around and backed up to the water's edge, and the first man (I didn't get his name), hooked the strap  to the trailer hitch, and Todd pulled us out of the mud!  I was so embarrassed. After being treated like royalty, we do something like this!

 

In the afternoon at the rally, this man drove past us in his truck and asked us if we got stuck in the mud any more. I then recognized him as our rescuer, and we all had a big laugh. I looked at his shoes and told him he did a good job cleaning them up, and he said "This is another pair!"  He was quite jovial about it.

 

On the way back to Sioux Falls airport in the limo, we stopped to pick up Jack McLamb and his assistant at the motel, where we met Rose Lear and Todd again. Rose ran up to the limo and told Ron that he looked very presidential riding in the back seat of that limo. Then Todd said that he could picture a J.A.I.L. limo in the future and that he wants to be the driver of the J.A.I.L. Commander-In-Chief. Ron, humored by that statement, chimed in with "One of those black stretch-limos with J.A.I.L. flags mounted on each side."  And the dream goes on.....

 

On the return trip home, again in Denver on stop-over, Ron gave the ticket agent of the airline a J.A.I.L. card and said we want judicial accountability to the people-- that the system is corrupt. The agent said "That's why I don't fly any more."  I asked "Why?" and he said "Because of this so-called Patriot Act." You could hear the disgust in his voice. He said the airline wanted to fly him to Salt Lake City for training for his job, and he refused, and instead drove to SLC from Denver and back. He said he'll never fly again, even though he flies for free as an airline employee. We found out he's an ex-cop, so he must have had a taste of the corruption in government. He said he would look up our website. Ron told me "And we do need a new JIC for Colorado after the passing of Dick Goggin."

 

In closing, be sure to email Bill Stegmeier and express your thanks and appreciation for everything. Remember, he's going to need all the help he can get in gathering signatures in South Dakota, beginning after this coming election-- to get J.A.I.L. on the ballot in 2006. Hopefully, more of you can make it to FreedomRoast2005.

 

BILL, OUR HATS ARE OFF TO YOU!  (I think most people will agree that FreedomRoast deserved a thorough report!)

 

Sincerely and With Appreciation,

 

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