California and the irrational fear of cosmetically dangerous weapons!

Ironically, this felony arrest for having an evil pistol grip and an even ‘eviler’ flash hider took place on the eve of Memorial Day. The very holiday where we take time to celebrate and reflect on the sacrifices of over 1.5 million Americans who died defending the rights and freedoms that you can be arrested for enjoying in California.


Bravo coppers…

Your citizens will now sleep safe, knowing that while you’re confiscating scary weapons with non-lethal features, their children only have to worry about wading through ankle deep mounds of human feces, lines of homeless tent cities, and discarded needles to get to their plastic straw free school zones in your fine, upstanding state.

By the way, I got curious as to what CA’s Law Enforcement Code of Ethics is. It seems pretty standard, but obviously meaningless for those who are sworn to uphold it. .

Code of Ethics

AS A LAW ENFORCEMENT OFFICER, my fundamental duty is to serve mankind; to safeguard lives and property; to protect the innocent against deception, the weak against oppression or intimidation, and the peaceful against violence or disorder; and to respect the Constitutional rights of all men to liberty, equality and justice.


You’re doing a terrible job at fulfilling your oath, but a terrific job at supporting the tyranny of your elected officials.

Congratulations, you fearsome law dogs.


On the subject of my book. I’ve been contacted by a small publisher. It was rather ego-flattering, except after digging in a bit more into the books they’d published I was pretty let down.

The reviews for their books appeared good, at first. Then I noticed they were 5 star reviews from the exact same four people, and the other reviews were either sketchy, or brutal in bashing the story and editing.

So, on we go down the long path to publishing.

My current plans are to give traditional publishing a solid year in hopes of getting on somewhere good. (Looking at YOU Baen!) In the meantime, I’m going to keep writing the sequel, and outlining the next few books… as well as passing my current novel around to anyone interested. The more feedback the merrier, and I didn’t write this just to keep it all to myself.

(If you’re interested, here’s the link to the first four ‘chunks’: RAWR! Pew! Pew! Pew!)


Freedom ain’t free. And California will probably never be.

It’s Memorial Day, drink a beer, eat a burger… enjoy your freedoms!

Personally, I get tired of hearing people poo-pah about how Memorial Day isn’t about having a three day weekend or a BBQ, and about how it’s supposed to be in solemn remembrance of those that died for our freedoms.

As a Marine Grunt who spent six years wanted nothing more than to go kill people for my country, I can tell you exactly what -I- would want on Memorial Day if I got waxed overseas.

I’d want my wife in a skimpy bikini, sipping a drink by a pool, with our kids laughing and splashing each other while hot dogs and burgers sizzle on the grill.

Because that’s America in a nutshell. It’s hot women, cold pool water, kids having fun, and processed meat pressed into sausage shapes being stuffed down the gullet with a beer.

That’s happiness!

That’s the freedoms I’d fight, die, and certainly kill thousands of totalitarian government employees for.

And anyone who would deny that, and force my family to go be miserable standing around my grave… Well, you suck.  Stop guilt tripping people into having a bad time. Memorial Day doesn’t have to be a somber, miserable affair of sadness.

Because, personally, I ain’t getting waxed defending the rights of up-tight Americans to bash others for enjoying the freedoms our dead wish they could enjoy. If you could snap your fingers and bring back all the dead veterans, I bet you money they’ve no interest in standing around mourning for each other. They’d be pounding beers, smoking cigars, and oogling hot American womens. (Cause we’re all a bunch of knuckle draggers.)

I’m not knocking those who go to the places like Arlington to see the hundreds of thousands of waving flags and rows of headstones laid out in perfect military precision. That’s awesome. I want to do it one day. The only thing cooler than the picture I described earlier would be to visit Arlington Cemetery on Memorial Day.

But people can remember and honor the sacrifices of our glorious dead by celebrating the life and freedoms that they died protecting.

Now put a bikini on and have a good time.

Except you dudes. No one wants to see that.