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.


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.


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.


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.


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.


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.


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

Compassion International – Sponsor Kids for Cheap!

Compassion International lets you sponsor kids in third world countries to give them food, medical care, clean water, and the teachings of Jesus. For $38 a month! How cheap is that! Most folks could afford at least one!

But we sponsored two kids yesterday. Kwame, a 6 year old boy, and Martha, a 5 year old girl in Ghana.

We wanted to do this last year when 106.9 The Light (A radio station) did their Compassion Day where they promote the organization, and meant to… but we ended up kind of being lazy and never getting around to it. (Shamey, shamey.)

But this year, my wife and I both separately listened to the radio station doing their Compassion Day again all day long as we drove all over town running our various errands, and we both decided on our own that we wanted to do it. When we got home last night, my wife said, “I want to sponsor a child from Africa!” and I said, “Me too!” So we called Compassion International and made the plunge.

And Compassion is super cool, there’s all these other organizations they offer that you can make donations to help. From HIV/AIDS Initiative, to Disaster Relief, to providing bibles to mothers. You don’t even have to sponsor a child to help. You can do a one time donation or a monthly donation or whatever you want.

Pretty groovy, right?

Here’s some of the information from the kids we sponsored:


Location: Nteso, Eastern Region, Ghana

Your sponsored child lives in the village of Nteso, home to about 1,500 people. The primary ethnic group is Kwahu, and the common languages are Akan and English. Typical houses are constructed of dirt floors, cement walls and metal roofs. The regional diet consists of beans, cassava, cereal, bread, eggs, chicken and bananas.

Most adults in Nteso make a living by small-scale farming, working as day laborers on plantations, or selling goods in the market. The average family income is equivalent to less than $10 per month. This village has a lack of jobs, and many residents move to urban areas to find work. The community needs a playground for children.

Your sponsorship allows the staff of Nteso Anglican Child and Youth Development Center to provide your sponsored child with Bible teaching, food, growth monitoring, health screening, testing for HIV, vaccinations, hygiene training, school fees, books, uniforms, computer classes, career guidance, vocational training, soccer tournaments, music activities, leadership development and community service opportunities. The staff will also provide vocational training and lessons on child development, parenting and HIV/AIDS awareness for the parents or guardians of your sponsored child.

General Information
Population: 1500
Name Of Major City:
Distance from Major City: 143
Home floor typically made of: Dirt
Home walls typically made of: Brick/Block/Cement
Home roof typically made of: Tin/Corrugated Iron
Warmest Month: Feb
Avg. Temperature Of Warmest Month: 36
Coolest Month: Jun
Avg. Temperature Of Coolest Month: 22
Climate: Humid
Terrain: Mountainous
Planting Month(s): Mar, Apr, Jun
Rainy Month(s): May, Jun, Jul
Harvest Month(s): Sep, Oct
Hunger Month(s): Feb
Primary Occupation: Day Labor, Petty/Market Trading, Plantation Work, Subsistence Farming


How freaking sad is it that they have a ‘Hunger Month’??

And these kids are so cool. They go to school, they play soccer and games, they probably pick their noses, and they learn about Jesus… Pretty Sweet.

These are our two kids:

I wanna play with them.

And that’s possible too. You can actually travel to these countries (Okay, some of them I wouldn’t recommend it… but Ghana ain’t bad.) and meet your sponsored kids!

Oh, and they WRITE to you! They tell you about themselves, their families, what they like and don’t like, and how much your sponsorship means to them. And you can write back!


So check it out. It’s a great organization that’s been around some thirty plus years. It’s proven to help lift children and families out of poverty and introduce them to Jesus Christ.

Check it out, give if you can, and God Bless.

Some of you have done NOTHING with your life and you’re mad about it.

You have a college degree & a smartphone with access to virtually *anything* and you can barely get out of bed in the morning while you spit on people who built a whole world with nothing but a horse, map, & axe.

You’ve made nothing with access to everything. You’ve conquered nothing. Hell you can’t even conquer yourself. So go tear it all down. Scream into the void how unfair it all is. It’s not that you’ve wasted your short time here. Surely not.

Don’t bother with your own legacy your busy shitting on the long dead who aren’t here to care. Go burn down every Starbucks. That’ll show them. Torch the Target. Tear down every monument. Deface every memorial. But what have you built? What do you leave behind?

So take your benzos. Watch your porn. Get Uber to drop off your dinner. Buy an adult coloring book. Have sex with strangers to ease your crippling anxiety. It’s not you. It’s the system really. It isn’t fair. Go cancel someone. Dox someone. They deserve it. You’re the good guy.

Don’t write an epic novel worth building a statue to remember you. Go troll seven year old problematic tweets ever on the hunt for the boogeyman. See now you’ve accomplished something. Cancel everyone. You’re a warrior now. A real hero.

And lastly whatever you do never ever take even a moment to self reflect on your own failures. Never own them. Never take a hint of responsibility. Remember you’re just a helpless victim of circumstances beyond your control. This all means nothing. It’s like you weren’t even here.

-Twitter Rant by Luinalaska.



‘Nuff Said.

You know, it’s already been one heckuva crummy year… and now nationwide rioting? Seriously?

The entire world united after Floyd’s death to condemn the dirt bag cop who never paid attention in Suspect Handling 101, along with his 3 fellow officers who did nothing but stand there as a man suffocated to death.

The entire world.

White, black, grey, everyone.

And here is something else we should all agree on now. We should be able to separate peaceful protestors from violent rioting opportunists who are stealing TVs and Cheesecakes from the Cheesecake Factory in Floyd’s name or setting fire to apartments then blocking Fire Fighters from saving children inside. (All three of these things actually happened.)

We should be able to stand with one group in solidarity while universally condemning the other.

But no.

There are an incredible bunch of dumbasses out there who support the rioters. It’s the “Voice of the Unheard!” The same dipshits who think that we apparently need a race war to get TRUE EQUALITY IN AMERICA. Oh, they don’t come out and say this. They never would. Instead they pay for the bail of protestors… who are by the way called rioters… the same violent people who are throwing bricks and bottles at cops and shattering store windows and stealing crap, are having their bails paid for by liberal celebrities.

That should be called ‘Funding Terrorism’.

Why aren’t you nincompoops paying for black owned businesses that were torched in the name of ‘justice’?

That’d make too much sense, wouldn’t it?

Riots never make anything better. Ever. They simply destroy the environments the very people they are supposed to be helping live and work in. They reinforce stereotypes and piss every reasonable minded person off.

Protesting does make things better. It raises awareness, it brings attention to a cause, it shows strength in numbers. It’s a good thing. That’s why it’s the First Amendment in the Bill of Rights in the freaking Constitution.

Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.

But charging police lines and getting shot in the face by a rubber bullet for chucking a piece of asphalt is called karma for being a violent law breaking moron. You’re lucky you aren’t being shot with an actual bullet and toe tagged after the battle. THAT would be true police brutality and the sort of thing that happens under a REAL dictatorship. Not the sort of dictatorship where the President ‘tweets mean things’, or the sort where over 600,000 plus law enforcement officers have millions of peaceful and law abiding interactions with civilians every day.


Stupid. Absolutely stupid.

God bless and protect the Thin Blue Line from you violent lunatics.


Book #3 is coming along nicely.

The first book took me two years to write, the second took me a year, and I’m hoping to pound out the third in six months.

That means I’ve got to really get on the ball. I think I can do it. And a book in six months is pretty professional. Heck, it’s probably way better than professional. But I’ve got to put out QUALITY writing. I don’t want to be a Nora Roberts equivalent who spits out a romance novel every three months. (Not that I plan on writing romance, unless the market REALLY takes a turn for the worse and I get desperate!)

All this means is that the first book really needs to sell well so Severed Press will demand an immediate sequel that is already written. Or else my stories will end with a quick and premature death. And I’ve a LOT more to write about in this world I’ve created.

So if I’ve sent you the first manuscript, and you liked it, buy a copy when it comes out. Then buy several more for your friends and family. Drive up the sales. Make it look popular. Heck, MAKE it popular!

But it’s been great to go back to the ‘early days’ of writing a book. Where the pages are blank and I’m just beating that keyboard like it owes me money. It’s the editing process that is SO tedious and time consuming… the rough drafting process is what I really love.

Because writing is problem solving. You’ve a million little issues that have to mesh together, not just the over arching story line and plot – which certainly has to go together, but figuring out each individual character’s subplot as well. (Because they all have a purpose, a reason for being and doing what they do, and that has to be explored and expounded upon.) It’s like a giant 2,000,000 piece puzzle that you get to cut the pieces to size and put them together how you see fit.

It’s just fun. Most of the time.

Also I just wrote an awesome intro scene that really drives home who my main character is and the lengths he is willing to go to do what he feels is right regardless of what the law says. And that’s Jedidiah Huckleberry Smith in a nutshell – Dark, quirky humor, with a morally ambiguous code of ethics, and the willingness to resort to gun play at  moment’s notice.


As for an update on when West of Prehistoric will come out – I don’t know anything yet. But the contract has been signed and I’m eager to start the publishing process.

As for a personal update.

I’m a Jeep guy, I’ve a built 2001 Jeep Wrangler that I’ve had since 2005 and will continue to have until the day my kids inherit it. I also bought another 2001 Cherokee XJ recently for a daily driver. (Sure, I could have something nicer like a Jeep Gladiator Truck… But debt is stupid.)

And because I can’t help but tinker sometimes, I removed the fender flares, cut the fender wells larger, and installed some armor on the back end to protect the tail lights. Sure, it’s just a daily driver, but it was built by a guy from forum with upgraded suspension, axle shafts, lockers, etc and it’d be a shame to not take the kiddos out in something more comfortable than my TOY Wrangler.

Here’s the after/before pictures.


Turned out pretty well. I’ve still got a few rivnuts to fix on the body armor. (Rivnuts are the suckith.) And I managed to only cut myself once working the angle grinder when I cut the wheel wells open. 🙂 Now the wife says I need some rocker guard armor on it, and I agree. So that’s in the future.

And this, ladies and gentlemen, is how a daily driver gradually turns into an offroading toy!

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