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in·teg·ri·ty (?n-t?g’r?-t?) pronunciation n.

1. Steadfast adherence to a strict moral or ethical code.
2. The state of being unimpaired; soundness.
3. The quality or condition of being whole or undivided; completeness.

[Middle English integrite, from Old French, from Latin integrit?s, soundness, from integer, whole, complete.]

We go by many names, Wog, Randian, Individualist, Loner, The men who don’t fit in, Adventurer, Nutcase, Eccentric, Hacker, Urban explorer, Revolutionary, Libertarian, but no matter what you call us , we all have things in common, an insatiable need to know things, the will to go look, and not take most things on faith, (Most things earthly, some of us are Religious, but even then we wonder, and wish we could know for sure).
We come together when the need arises, but mostly we are loners, We argue, we pick at things, we agree to not agree, we create, build, mold, we try to make things in our image, We are not happy wherever we are at, we always have to see whats next, and sorry, but all of us aren’t quite all there, we all have our quirks and problems, mine’s bi-polar.
We are color blind mostly and we come in all shapes and sizes, the only thing we really are prejudice against is stupidity.
We spend a lot of time working up a personal code of ethics and we stick to it, come what may, that made some of us martyrs, we believe that the world is ours and that knowledge is free, and when that isn’t the way it is, we have a tendency to change things if we can, if not we take them. We are constantly trying to make the world conform to us, but we are out numbered, so we live in the cracks, the shadows, the free-zones, and in plain sight, we work from the outside, some of us from the inside. We are not easily led, nor do we follow blindly, if we did we wouldn’t be one of us. We are the people that go to the moon, Antarctica, that new land in the west, we wander the back roads of society and wonder at the glory of the world. And we test, we test our selves and our friends, our enemies and our family.
We understand that we are finite, and that the only thing we can leave behind is our deeds and knowledge. We know in our bones, everything changes. We have families of all types and sizes, natural or made, most of us have children and we worry, will they be of the herd or the I, like us. But most of all, we have no problems with the way a person lives, not the number or the kind.
We are peaceful and understand the need for some form of law for all, but if we are stepped on we will rise up and defend ourselves(and very well too) and when it is over we will mourn the fact that we had to use something as crude as force to keep safe, but we go on.
How will you know us, when the hurricane hits, we are the ones sitting in our lawn chair healthy and hale, eating our mre’s and wondering at the stupidity, when the the gov’t says we have to go to war or thats the way it is, we are the ones saying why, when we are walking down the street and see the thugs at play, we are the ones yelling stop and protecting the weak.You know us, because when the chips are down and you are lost, you cling to us like leech’s and we worry and fret about you and gladly keep you safe, but wish you would be stronger. We are the ones, when it’s safe again, that you throw away.
You will know us, because when they tell us all to bow down, we are the ones still standing.

The I’s are here, have always been here, and always will be here and there and over there. We are all around.

oh yea, and we love our kit.