Selig sind, die da Leid tragen
I've known Greg... Outlaw X... for man... 15 years now? He was a long time reader of Vox's column at WND and like me... the very day Vox started his blog... Greg was there commenting. To say he was Ilk or Dread Ilk doesn't go far enough. He was the oldest of the old school. As LL says... He was OG Dread Ilk. the funny thing is... he would have no idea what OG is and if he googled it... he'd be mortified of the title. Being a redneck gun guy... Greg and I hit it off immediately... and I will go so far as to say that Greg was instrumental in the creation of the gun culture as it exists at that blog... this blog... and countless others around the web.
Die mit Tränen säen, werden mit Freuden ernten
Early on my brother... JACIII and I made contact with Greg outside of the blogs. He and his dad had written an absolutely brilliant ballistics calculator which he shared with us. Outlaw would take no credit for this... but that's his way. He gave all the credit to his dad. Never the less his finger prints were all over it as well. I cannot express how advanced this program was for its time. Sure there are better ones available now... but this was written in the late 80s... and was available in the 90s. We were using it in the early 2000s and it was, at the time, the only ballistics calculator we ever found that predicted our own real world results.
Denn alles Fleisch, es ist wie Gras
So many memories from Outlaw over the years... his fascinating views on Catholic Prophesy... which I know most of us never even knew existed were endlessly entertaining. And I won't lie... when he told me Benedict would step down I laughed at him. The kind of men who rise to become Pope don't step down. But sure enough he did step down. Outlaw called it over year before it happened. That did not pass without notice.
Aber des Herrn Wort bleibet in Ewigkeit
And for all his bluster and fuss... and lord he could get riled... Greg had a giant heart of gold. I knew it. Bane knew it. Vox knew it. Most of you knew it. If a friend was wronged he simply couldn't abide it. He would go out of his way to mend it... to make it right. The same guy who offered to fight Vox... would call into radio shows to defend Vox... and honestly guys... Medved's wasn't the only one. My own example came when somehow Bane got the crazy idea that I had insulted his wife. This rankled Outlaw something aweful because he knew I would never do such a thing. We all know how Bane could be... but rather than simply accepting that Greg pestered him... over and over about me. Then finally I remember one night I had read about Johnny's troubles and I had posted a brief prayer for him and put up a link to the paypal account. I've never told anyone but I had been donating to help out with Bane's little boy for a long time... somehow Greg knew and asked Bane to go check and see the donations and see if he could spot a pattern. Not long after that Bane emailed me... thanked me... and while we were not friends like we were in the beginning... we were definitely civil. I still have no idea how Greg knew I was giving. This is the first time I've told anyone as far as I know.
Die Erlöseten des Herrn werden wiederkommen
I guess it was the mid 2000s when Greg and I started regularly communicating outside the blogs. Email mostly but the occasional phone call from Texas was always welcome. I wish I could dredge up all the old stuff he sent... I've got videos of his crazy redneck antics that aren't fit for human eyes... and yet I will cherish them for ever. The man was an absolute riot. Every bit the character in person he was in the digital world.
Freude, ewige Freude
When we started the blogtalk radio show... I knew Outlaw would be one of the guys I had to get an interview with... but as always... even when he was in the worst of health... he went far beyond what we hoped for. He made himself a regular contributor on the show and I can honestly say... any episode that had Outlaw involved... was instantly a great success.
Greg. I said it many times... but not enough. I love you. I love you as a friend and as a brother. I live with very few regrets from my time on this wretched rock... but one... is that I never had the privilege of shaking your hand.
I will remedy that one day.
Until then... I am planning to take your lesson to heart. After talking to DrWho for a while I've decided to make a list. There are friends around this world I've never met... and I will not make the same mistake with them. I will shake their hands. And when we do we will raise a glass to you Greg.
You ran your race well.
God bless you and your kin.