Pick a Fight, Get a Fight

Pick a fight, get a fight.

I didn’t become an advocate of the Right until the Left intensified its war on liberty while cramming their regurgitated Marxist vomit down our Amber Waves of Grain.

Perfectly content, I was, to live and let live.

Literally, live and let live.

It’s why I became vegan.

Get it? Live. Let live.

It’s all I ask.

But with the Left’s demonization of the white race, their nuclear bombardment on free speech, their unrelenting attacks on the second amendment, their cataclysmic open-border policy, their sinister designs for a socialist one-party state (aided and abetted by traitorous RINOs), their blackballing the unvaxxed, to their loony mathematically challenged president and his vice maladroit, I was left with no choice.

Pick a fight, get a fight.

Trump / Noem 2024!
Save America Trump 2024


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Once Upon a Time

Once Upon a Time…

… there was Magic
Real magic, like your fantasies love to imagine
Then they stole our magic, little by little
Taming the mystical with rational reasonability

… there was Spirituality
Real spirituality, that orthodoxy can’t emulate
Because they stole spirituality, little by little
Slaying our spirit with rigid rituals of religion

… there was Dreaming
Real dreams, those you yearn to recall
Then they stole dreams, little by little
Defeating our dreams with unyielding notions of reality

… there was Freedom
Real freedom, freedom our forebears died to defend
But they stole our rights, little by little
Freeing our freedoms with conquering Marxist creed

… there was I
Real I, that you’re ashamed to embolden
Because they stole I, little by little
Defining our I to the onus weight of we

… there was Life
Real life, like you no longer realize
Because they stole our fire, little by little
Smothering our flame with their cold straight and narrow

Once upon a time… little by little


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A Vote for Liberty

The Rise of Tyrants and Petty Votaries


“Your vote is a meaningless joke,” ~John Kay, Steppenwolf, 1969, song title, Monster.


That was my stance some thirty years ago shortly after casting my last vote. Concluding that elections were a joke, I rejected all party affiliation.

Opting instead for anarchy—and not the sort of lawless, unchecked chaos and destruction perpetrated by Antifa punks and BLM thugs. But Anarchy of the Spirit, the insulation and isolation of the soul, the meditative flavor that calmly says leave me the fuck alone, and we’ll coexist just fine.

“That government is best which governs least,” ~Henry David Thoreau

That was then. Little could I imagine how brazenly crooked the system would become. Nor did I foresee the unrelenting attacks on personal freedoms.

Despite the many glaring look-at-me voting irregularities of 2020 and the accompanying over-the-top self-incriminating denials of wrongdoing, there remain election-fraud deniers. And against all odds, those whose candidate won, no less.

Surprise, surprise.

—But understand, willful gainsay is an extraordinary protocol for the NPCs whose programming employs blinders and ridicule and lavish use of the term “conspiracy theory” at the first presentation of oppositional evidence. But then what would you expect?

The magnitude of election corruption sewn into the assaults on freedom cuts deep and personal.

“When in the course of human events…”

The Left is over governing.

And overbearing, untenable, inconsiderate, disobliging, rude, belligerent, intrusive, and bereaved of proper behavior. I’ll enumerate:

  • Their anti-American agenda.
  • Their communistic sympathies and sympathizers, if not outright communist collusion.
  • Their shameless white-shaming antics.
  • Their anti-white training, tropes, and rhetoric rekindling a hostile racial divide.
  • Their nagging obsession with disarming the deplorable 2nd amendment patriots while defunding those mean, “racist” cops and freeing and or encouraging the “socially disadvantaged” criminals, the homicidal mental cases, the dregs, and assheads doesn’t blend well with my portrait of peace, security, and self-defense.
  • Their narcissistic Woke Sect, the predominantly young, white Marxist punks who intimidate, violently demanding compliance to their fascist doctrine, shouting, “White silence is violence.” Well, turns out they’re right. I’ll suffer silence no longer. And dispense with ingratiation.
  • Their puzzling hypocrisy, e.g., champion abortion; oppose the death penalty; wage war and conflict.
  • Their calamitous open border immigration policy. Welcoming a flood of illegals and during a “pandemic.” Makes one take pause, doesn’t it?
  • Their inimical maligning of the words Patriot, Constitutional, and Liberty.
  • Their combative cancel culture.
  • Their racist critical race theory.
  • Their laughable but politically motivated mislabeling of the January 6 Capitol breach as a coup d’état, an insurrection, an attempt to overthrow the government (unarmed and without an F-15, no less), while offering pass, bail, legitimacy, and encouragement to BLM and Antifa riots, looting, violence, and destruction.
  • Their angry intolerance of and shouting down conservative voices. Or any opposing expression.
  • Their censoring of free speech in connivance with social media autocrats.
  • Their fiscal ineptitude.
  • Their handouts and escalation of government dependency.
  • Their burdening taxes, their stifling restrictions.
  • Their ambush on America’s energy independence.
  • Their persecution of the unholy unvaccinated.
  • Their damnable determination to wreck the economy and emotional wellbeing of the citizenry with endless threats and needless shutdowns, face masks, experimental vaccines, and other Draconian mandates.
  • And for fuck’s sake, let’s not overlook their most excelling agent provocateur, the flip-flopping blabber-gab of all time, little Fauci the Dictator (whom we can’t say enough about), and his self-appointing brigades of fawning fanatical Militant Mask Nazis (whom we can’t say enough about). And by little I mean stature, there’s nothing little about this little man’s power lust. Nor his salary.
Young leftist Marxists
Washington, D.C., August 24, 2020: Forcing compliance, woke threat and intimidation. (Photo by Astrid Riecken For The Washington Post)

While democracy is a listing ship and capitalism suffer the weight of global dominance, the answer isn’t the Left’s socialistic, communistic aspirations that can only drive the country into further instability, despair, crime, unrest, inequality, poverty, and racism. To the inevitable greater tyranny: defamatory branding and detention of dissidents, the promise of a “social credit score,” vaccine passports and the privilege of conformity, the eventual expropriation of private property, the prohibition of free enterprise.

Don’t roll your eyes. These are reoccurring themes throughout history.

“There is no greater danger than underestimating your opponent.” ~Lao Tzu

Like an avalanche, there’s a nefarious momentum motivating the left, threatening to bury liberty; transforming its followers into the image of itself. And while I don’t fancy looking for liberation from the fractured leadership of the Republican Party envenomed with pinko commie RINOs, there’s little choice. Theirs is the last dominant stand against totalitarianism.

“Whenever Governments mean to invade the rights and liberties of the people, they always attempt to destroy the militia.” ~Elbridge Gerry

“A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms shall not be infringed.” ~Second Amendment

With Freedom shackled and chained and the liberals’ dogged determination to disarm the people’s militia and take over the country to impose a flawed system with a historical record of misery and poverty for all but the elite, I’ll register, donate, vote, and without complaint present a photo ID at the poll.

Of course, it’s all for naught if districts continue to count more votes than they have registered voters.

The USA shouldn’t become [any more of] an increasingly poisonous socialist state masquerading as a free democratic republic and I don’t see avoiding that by singing the praise of leftist religion.

“I ask for, not at once no government, but at once a better government.” ~Henry David Thoreau

Trump / Noem 2024!
Save America Trump 2024


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Light of the Moon

Light of the Moon

I wish we were happy
I wish I were content
If I had a ton of money
and our possessions were scant
We’d roam the country
and live in a tent
We’d wander and wonder
and call noplace our home
Free little birds
with time of our own
We’d head north in the summer
and south come the snows
Chased by the weather
laughing at our toes
We’d sing and we’d dance
and compose our own tune
just you and me, babe—
that dark silhouette
in the light of the moon


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Where It All Started

It’s 1970.

I’m 16.

And an addict.

Like dragons, I’m psychologically dependent on shiny things. Things like sparkling fast cars, and the shinier and quicker they are, the more my need, not to mention expense.

It began with this ’69 Mustang Mach 1, 428 CU IN, 330 HP, Cobra Jet.

That’s my mother (RIP) and me in my Levi high-water jeans and Bass wingtips. Not exactly a teenage sex symbol, but the chicks dug the car. I don’t think they noticed the groovy shoes. Or me, for that matter.

A friend of a friend painted the Cobra Jet on the rear fenders. I thought it looked hip at the time; not so much today.

Well, all things come and go.

The year was sliding away, and my addiction to shiny fast things became somewhat sedated. A flame diminished but never extinguished, which I attribute to the beginnings of a family that grew into three kids, 7 grandkids, and soon-to-be 7th great-grandchild. See, there was a gal whose fancy I caught after all. She said it was my long legs that attracted her. But don’t let her fool you; it’s not my legs she’s referring to.

Enter 2017…

I’ve been lusting over the new 6th generation Mustangs for a time when suddenly, one day I snapped, a relapse, and I found myself inexplicably at a local Ford dealer. How I got there, I haven’t a clue. But there I was, dazed and spun-eyed, chuckling and salivating over an orange Mustang like a drooling inbred.

Here’s me and the same chick from fifty years ago, posing by our 2016 Pony Car. It’s not a GT 5.0 Mustang, like the salesman tried to sell me, but then who needs 435 HP anyway?

Secretly I yearned.

There was a smile on my face, but inside, I burned with desire: I needed more; more horsepower, more torque, more handling, more RPM, more top-end.

I needed racing strips.

And a shiny black spoiler.

Tinted windows.

Salvation came on a Sabbatical Saturday, January 2, 2021, as I heard angels sing hallelujah from the heavens.

And here she is, the last of the breed, a 2020 GT350 Shelby Mustang. I call her GT VUDO after the engine’s Ford given nickname, Voodoo. She’s a naturally aspirated beast possessed with 526 HP, 429 LB-FT, spinning a flat-plane crankshaft that redlines at 8,250 RPM. (That’s no typo.) Cut loose the rein, and she’ll scream like a banshee and dart like a jackrabbit chased by a Coyote while she cradles you snugly in her grasp.

Orange too.

Whatever happens here on, I’ll die happy: the right woman, the right car, an extended family, and a good home. A man would be a fool to ask for more.

But then, there is the new GT500…