Richard "Roach" Mercer Bio
On 9/12/57 I was yanked out of the womb, against my will, into this world at the Naval Hospital in Portsmith, Virginia, Pop was in the Navy. Wound up back in Georgetown, SC, his hometown, to grow up. Back then the TV wasn’t too big (only black and white if you even had one) and the only radio was in AM (the FM thingy didn’t exist). I worked on the local farms when I wasn’t in school and my dear mother made sure we were in church to learn the law and how humans should conduct themselves. I guess this was the foundation that instilled the meaning of freedom in me; working on the farms you got paid every penny you agreed to work for, no tax (Freedom) and in church I learned how to live with that freedom so that there was no need for a law to take it away.
In the middle to late 60’s I began to see a change around me that I didn’t like and went against what I had already grew up in or learned (fascism/socialism) they called it democracy. I was to young to understand it at the time but knew that it was wrong deep in my soul knowing that the law was written (Ten Commandments) and the punishments were already law for those who broke the law of the land.
Somewhere about 1965 I got my first motorized bike with money I made on the farm; yes we were poor and Pop struggled to raise 7 head. It was a grand, one of them green mini bikes with the 2.5 Briggs engines that Sears had in their 2in thick wish book. Other than the bicycle this started my riding, I loved it. Later I got a bigger one and put a 5 HP Briggs on it and with the help of my Pop we geared it to where I could get about 70 MPH out of it, I had the hottest bike around at the time. In 1971 I was working in a machine shop, learning to be a machinist, so I asked my boss if he would help me get a street bike.
The man not only helped me he took me to the Honda dealership in Charleston, SC and I picked out a 1971 125 Honda, I was in Heaven, my dreams were coming true from the values that were taught to me; lots of my skills came from riding that bike which I rode till around 75 when I found a Yamaha, 500 DOHC, and bought about the time I went into the Army. I rode it as much as I could but was surprised with the lack of power it had compared to the old 125. Then I came across a 1963 900 Harley Sporster already raked out with a long front end and right hand shifter, which took some getting used too. I had to rebuild the top end but when I finally got’er fired up and road off I knew then why Harley was tops in the biker world, I was ruined, oh the power.
In 1984 I was into my second marriage and our first son was born; I think we all know what that means; and in 1986 my second son came, riding was over so I sold the bike. I didn’t ride again till my kids were 14 & 16 or around the year 1999 when I crossed up on another right hand shifter, she was grand, a 1976 Bicentennial Sport, which I still got; road it for 2 years heavy, brushing up on my skills, which were covered in cobwebs. I now have along with the sport a 1996 Standard I bought with 35,000 miles which now has 115,000. Carla, my third wife, and myself love to ride, it’s the only way to travel.
Over the years I have been in the rights movement, starting with the Patriot Network in my very early 20’s, learning some Common Law and the power of the contract and how government uses that means to take your Liberty. I’m a life member of the NRA, which I believe has topped out and are hoping and helping GOA get a foothold from the actions I am seeing these days with them. In my personal fight I rely on my upbringing in knowing real freedom, mainly the Ten Commandments, which I believe is the magic button that will bring people to their senses.
I will end my Bio here with a question for all to ponder; With all the noise about the separation of church and state along with removing the Ten Commandments from the publics eye, does it seem to reason that a democracy cannot exist under the rule of the Ten Commandments and does being a part of government exempt any soul from the law in the Ten Commandments? The Magic Button?
-Roach