My thoughts on Kamala Harris becoming VP…

Gee golly. I’d be embarrassed if the reason I was picked to be someone’s VP was quite literally the color of my skin and the pairing of my chromosomes.

This is like the ultimate in Affirmative Action.

 A normal, non-power hungry person, should feel cheapened by this. Insulted, really. As I would if I were given a position due to the whiteness of my skin and my XY chromosomes. 

Of course, the left is upholding it as a Big Effin’ Deal. Because ‘First Black Female VP EVAH!’… except she claimed Indian-American status when she entered Congress. But I reckon if you can change genders, you might as well be able to change races.

The Left also suddenly, and conveniently, forget that Kamala believed Biden’s sexual creepiness accusers during the Primary. (“#BelieveAllWomen until it gets in the way of Politics” is a leftist unofficial slogan.) She also accused Biden of being a racist. Which, seems pretty accurate, considering all his race blundering bloopers he keeps giving about how he thinks blacks are all the same and only quantitative of their race if they vote for him.

But, honestly, -I- forgot all about Former Prosecutor Kamala Harris because I thought she was dead after being publicly slain by Hawaiian Congresswoman Tulsi Gabbard during the primary debates:

(Nobody can roast a pig better than a Hawaiian)

Of course polling zero percent also makes you forgettable. Good thing she had her skin tone and gender to fall back on.

But holy-moly.

If you think about it. The Left should be flipping out right now. They literally nominated a ‘Old White Rich Man and a Corrupt Cop’ to be their potential leaders for four years. This is what the psycho lefties have been burning cities down over for the past few months. Way to implement real change guys. lol.

But ya know, if you think feeble minded 78 year old Joe Biden, after 47 years in politics, is suddenly going to make things better – You ain’t too bright.

Did some shooting yesterday.

It was stupid hot outside so we didn’t spend a LOT of time at the range, but it was fun.

I didn’t get many pictures, but this one of my lovely wife shooting a Glock 44 is my favorite. (We adjusted her grip later on.)

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Next time I’ll get more pictures.

Book Editing is Done

Back to the publisher it goes!

Whew. Let me tell you, that was fun. (I say that in jest.) I feel like I’ve read this book over a hundred times now for editing and writing. I could probably recite it from memory. Each pass has been worth it though, it’s made the product better and better. And that’s the goal.

But people are going to absolutely love West of Prehistoric. Just like the people who read the earlier draft versions said last year.

“This Book Doesn’t Suck.” – Reviews and Thoughts From Random People on the Internet.

One of the coolest feelings I’ve had, is that it’s probably been a half year or longer since I read WoP last, and reading through it now, I’ll get to a part and realize, “Wow, this is good!”

I’ve managed to impress my future self with my earliest writings. That’s outstanding!

But man, I’m ready to get back to work on the 2nd book, which is essentially done, and the 3rd book, which is still very much a work in process. Time for something new and exciting.

Anyways, hope everyone had a good weekend!

 

Book is back from the Editor.

I’ve got to go over the changes made and see what I accept or don’t.

So far, I’ve only found one that I don’t accept. And that’s in reference to the phrase, “I felt like I’d been shot at, missed, shit at, and hit all over.” Everything else appears to make the book tighter and better.

But it’s pretty cool to see what a professional editor thinks of my writing. It’s like, BAM! Run on sentence. BOOM! Apostrophe here. Ka-POW! Make this not suck. Yippee Kay Yay! Semi-colon.

We’re getting closer and closer to publication! Yeeehaw.

Pew Pew… or maybe Plink Plink…

Bought the kids a couple guns last week.

My 13 year old son has high functioning autism and a dislike of loud noises and firearms in general, but we’ve managed to get him to shoot a pellet pistol some at ballons and he had a good time. (Note to self – Do this again!) I’m not sure if he’ll ever be a ‘gun guy’, but that’s alright. We’ll work on it and he’s still awesome even if he never picks up a gun for the rest of his life. He’s gonna be a Marine Biologist who studies sharks anyways, so maybe spear guns and diving knives will be in his future. OR, if I get real lucky, he’ll go with studying dinosaurs and becoming a Paleontologist and we can move out west. (A guy can hope – right? I really don’t want to live by the ocean!)

My four year old daughter may have autism as well. She’s… a character. She’s the most ‘princessy’ girl ever who has to change outfits constantly and play with mommy’s makeup, but she’ll also punch you in the groin the moment she gets angry. She’s our little fighter. She wants to go pew-pewing so bad. Last week she saw last months(I think) edition of American Hunter by the NRA, there was a cover of a little girl with a very, very nice buck she’d just harvested and she’s been making pew pew noises ever since.

But I bought a Savage Rascal, in alligator hide camo. (Apparently a Swamp People edition). Beautiful little gun, weighs less then three pounds. I can’t wait to try the kids out on this gun. The only downside that I can spot off the bat, it’s not threaded for a suppressor. That’d really help my son be able to shoot I think, and heck, pretty much everything is threaded these days anyways. But – added cost. It might be something I can have gunsmithed later. But a superb little single shot rifle, great reviews as well. From what I gather the accuracy is rather ‘meh’. But good enough to teach a kid the basics of rifle marksmanship and safety on.

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Also bought a Ruger Wrangler in Burnt Bronze. A gun that I’d been wanting to put my hands on for a couple years now anyways. (Haha! Daddy gets to shoot it first!) I was first taught with a little Taurus .22 revolver, which my dad still has, so I figured why not another .22 revolver for my kiddos? And what better than the Ruger Wrangler?

Okay, maybe the Ruger Single-Six, but that’s about $400 more. I dunno, I should probably pick one up and see if I can feel the quality difference. But the Wrangler is so -cheap-, and the reviews are stellar on them. So… enh. Should be a great gun for the kids to start learning how to be pistoleros on.

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As for the kids… well…

My Daughter doesn’t have the maturity yet to shoot, as much as she may want to now. My Son will require more effort and working with on the pellet gun. So I kind of bought them early. The kids don’t even know about them yet. And probably won’t for several years… (I kept the boxes for when I finally ‘gift’ the guns to them though.)

So in the meantime, I’m going to play with these pretty inexpensive guns. (They each ran about $200) I think for the price, and the value of what you’re getting, you can’t go wrong. Especially the Ruger Wrangler. I’m going to put them through the ringer and see how they do. When the kids get them, they’ll be ready to go!

In other, sadder news.

My Kimber passed away.

Story time.

Once upon a time, circa 2008, I was planning on going to gun smithing school after I finished college. I was accepted and everything. While I was trying to figure out how to pay for it, I wandered by a ‘Adopt A Pet’ event outside our local mall. Looking around, I found this kind of ugly dog that no one seemed much interested in. But she seemed interested in sniffing my hand when I held it out, and being kind of impulsive then, I took her home.

She had one ear that stayed bent over, and a snaggled tooth grin.

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Now… At the time, I was seeing a girl who was kind of rich, snobby, spoiled, etc. She named the dog ‘Dulce’ after ‘Dulce and Gabbana’… which is some famous brand of something er other. I’m not sure what. Clothes? Perfume? I dunno. Don’t care either. A month or so later we broke up for the first time, and I renamed the dog Kimber. I figured a gun shop dog needs a gun name, and she was a really sweet little girl, and I felt like even though we didn’t know what breed she was, she deserved a good quality brand name.

Thus, she went from Dolce (Shudder) to Kimber (Woohoo).

She also went from wearing ‘dog clothing’ to laying on my bed, eating popcorn, and watching Magnum PI with me. 🙂

Gunsmithing school wasn’t meant to be.

In the end, I enlisted in the Marine Corps and shipped out for Boot Camp then School of Infantry. My parents kept her and she became my dad’s dog. Shortly after returning home from training, I met my lovely wife, and the rest was history. Except Kimber couldn’t move in with us because we were renting, so she continued to be my dad’s dog.

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Over the years I saw her whenever we visited, and each time she had a few more gray hairs around her warg like face. Then last year she got bone cancer in her leg, and fought that… but eventually it beat her a couple weeks ago…

She was a very, very good dog.

Now, some people wonder if dogs go to heaven. I don’t. And neither did Billy Graham.

“God will prepare everything for our perfect happiness in Heaven, and if it takes my dog being there, I believe he’ll be there.” – Billy Graham.

And I firmly believe that. I look forward to seeing my sweet, snaggle toothed Kimber again in a better place.

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On the writing front…

Book is still with the editor. I was asked if I had any cover art suggestions. I had one, and I threw together this horrible Paintshop job showing what I liked. We will see if it takes or not, personally – I think it would look awesome.

I may throw it up here in the future. IF they take my suggestion and run with it, it’d be pretty cool to show the ‘thrown together’ version of stacked images to the professional image.

Anyways.

I hope you all had a wonderful 4th of July, are staying safe from the Corona Cooties, and rioters. Keep your powder dry.

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