(Everyone writer worth a hoot needs a manly picture of themselves in underwear with a rifle.)
I guess I should brag about myself here.
I’m ruggedly handsome and slightly egotistical with a bizarre sense of humor. Everything is a joke. If I’m not smiling like an idiot people think I’m mean and intimidating looking. That’s beneficial in navigating the depths of hell called Walmart, people tend to get out of your way quicker.
I have a degree in Criminal Justice from Appalachian State. I spent most of college making poor life decisions. Towards the end I got into competition shooting and that’s still my sport of choice. After graduation I planned on moving to Wyoming to be a Peace Officer.
Then I could kill all the good animals and bad people I want.
Except there aren’t many bad people in Wyoming, because everyone is armed.
Instead I ended up enlisting and spent six years in the glorious Marine Corps Infantry trying to go kill naughty folks who like to torture women and children and blow up innocents. And because I believe we should kill them until their entire twisted ideology drowns in their own blood.
I got married along the way. To a woman I totally don’t deserve. She’s hot too.
We met as she went back to school, and I was trying to survive the disappearance of the construction industry. So we dated broke, married broke, and crawled up from there. Everyone should do it that way. Seriously. There is value in the struggle that forges you. We’ve learned to avoid debt like the plague and being smart with money. We both moved into great jobs and now we are looking towards getting our buffalo ranch.
Or Scottish Highland cattle. That’s what the wife wants so we will probably end up with that…
So why a blog?
Because my wife and I don’t argue. Ever. Except over the mean things I put on Facebook, because she’s a peacemaker sort. I think I deleted 50% of what I would put up. She kept telling me I needed to start a blog instead, and I kept thinking I did too.
Then I started using Kindle Unlimited. $10 a month for all the books you could read. And I discovered that the majority of books out there are utter garbage. I would read 5 to 10 pages in and give up. Just…. horrific. And these people are getting paid.
For years the wife kept telling me I should write a book. I finally realized, I know what I like to read, I know what makes a story good, and SURELY I’m better than most of these goons who are getting published.
So, I started writing. Over my 4th of July weekend I pounded out an outline and 15,000 words. Then I discovered, hey this is fun, I can do whatever I want in MY book!
After I started writing I realized I needed a distraction. At 4am when I’m staring at the screen wondering how I should kill off this good guy in a tear jerking way and drawing blanks, I can pull up the blog and ‘verbally throw up’ on it. Toss whatever thoughts and feelings I have on the stupidity of those among us.
Then get back to work.
Conservatives by nature aren’t very vocal creatures. We tend to be low key. We want to live our lives as free as possible in our traditional, heterosexual, christian ways with guns and bibles in our night stands and the majority of what we earn we want to keep. We also tend to be patriotic, and realizing that our country while imperfect, is vastly superior to all other countries out there.
The ‘frothing left’, tends to be ‘in your face obnoxious’. They want you to think that white people should be ashamed, that people can pick their gender, that socialism is good and capitalism is evil, guns are horrific killing machines, and conservatives are hateful, spiteful, violent, with a war on women. They think America needs to be ‘fundamentally changed’ because it’s mean and unfair. “Waaaaa!”
I’ve grown tired of seeing those blathering goobers not being verbally taken behind the woodshed. Perhaps if they had more often maybe they would have grown into logical, decent human beings instead of emotional cry babies.
So here I am.
And I saw heaven opened, and behold a white horse; and he that sat upon him was called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he doth judge and make war.
His eyes were as a flame of fire, and on his head were many crowns; and he had a name written, that no man knew, but he himself.
And he was clothed with a vesture dipped in blood: and his name is called The Word of God.
And the armies which were in heaven followed him upon white horses, clothed in fine linen, white and clean.
And out of his mouth goeth a sharp sword, that with it he should smite the nations: and he shall rule them with a rod of iron: and he treadeth the winepress of the fierceness and wrath of Almighty God.
And he hath on his vesture and on his thigh a name written,
King Of Kings, And Lord Of Lords.