Friday, April 25, 2014



Is this thing...  IS THIS...


There ya are.  Sorry.  We're late dammit.  I started drinkin'... ummm... a while ago.  Obviously.  And only just realized I hadn't post this tonight.  So here I am.  Posting.  dammit.

A:  Lots.  Holy shit.  What is this?  Its Bourbon!  of course its bourbon you drunk fuck... who am I talking to?  WHAT?  ...  No no.  sorry.  Anyway its Wild Turkey Russel's Reserve and its fantastic.  Bloody hell is it good.  I'm gonna get some more.

T: Man O' War Ruination.  I don't feel ruined.  I feel damned good.  Never the less... that is the name.  We do NOT deduct points for name accuracy.  Its a good cigar. Full bodied... as they say. 6X60... so don't be in a hurry.  Some sweet.. peppery foolishness going on here as well...  also the strange Spartan helmet on the label.  I AM NOT GAY.

F: I want a kukri dammit.  Cold steel makes a couple...  Ontario makes them... and I think you can get them from the factory that makes the for the honest to God Ghurkas.  What?  Knives doesn't start with F?  Fuck you... you racist.  I've been drinking and I want to talk about about Kukris... and why they are fucking awesome.  So piss off!   Who has a kukri?  Cheddar?  Will?  Toothy?  Speak up.  If none of my readers own a Kukri I am gonna be damned disappointed.

Friday, April 18, 2014

ATF: Shiner... and Ammo!

Hey kids.

Its that time again.

A:  Shiner Black... and Shiner fm 966 farm house ale.  They are both fantastic.  If you can get them where you are... consider yourself blessed... and get on it.

T:  I ain't smokin' tonight.   Something is clearly wrong.  I'll have to smoke double tomorrow.  pity.

F:  Ok...  I wanna talk ammo tonight.  What handgun ammo do you use?  For years I've carried federal hydra shoks....  glaser safety slugs...  black talons...   I've been through a lot.  Lately I've found myself loading up my .40 mags like this.  2 180 grain hornady TAP... and then a federal 180 grain FMJ.  The reasoning here... is you just don't know what your target is going to be wearing... or how big or how hyped he's going to be.  If I'm putting down a 400 pounder hyped up on coke... I'm using an FMJ.  savvy?  Yes... I know there are those who worry about where that FMJ goes if they miss.  I counter that with a simple tactic.

I don't miss.


Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Awake in the Night Land

Moments ago I finished Awake in the Night Land by John C. Wright.

As I sit to give you my thoughts on it...  the first thing that comes to mind is a question.   How does one review... or critique...  something like this?  I am unfit.

One does not critique the great works of literature.  One appreciates them.  You define good and bad by them.  Good and bad do not apply to them.

And so... it is with quivering hand that I place Awake in the Night Land in the most cherished of bookcases... where it will stand...  not with the merely great.  Not with Zelazny or Heinlein.  No.  It rests with the masters that tower over the merely great.  It shall stand with Tolstoy.... with Faulkner... Defoe... Melville.

A few men have great things to say.  A few great men say things beautifully.

Cherish the tiny few who say a great thing in a beautiful way.

John C Wright is one such man.  Awake in the Night Land is one of the finest books of any type in any genre I have ever read.  It is Moby Dick.  It is Paradise Lost.  It is Crime and Punishment.

This is not hyperbole.  Great books challenge you.  They speak to the spark in your soul.  One may improve himself... by merely reading them.


Go and read.  Go and appreciate.


upon reflection I would offer some advice to the reader.  Read with patience.  Each story builds upon the last.  You will have questions and frustrations as you go.  Keep going.  The struggle of the climb improves the view from the top.

Friday, April 11, 2014


No... I'm not dead.


We've been busy... round these parts..  very very busy indeed.  Old timers will remember Whiskey Girl...  well Whiskey Girl ran off and got married.   I know I know...  We're all depressed too...  but he's a helluva a guy and it was a helluva party... so there is that.

Also... I need to point out that another of our dear beloved smoking hot blonde reader had a birthday today.  By the looks of her she's turned 22 again.  Happy birthday kid.  Love ya.

Now...  on to the other stuff...

So I've gone to war with blogtalk and told them to piss off in the most civil way i could think of.  I got so fed up with their technical issues I just couldn't deal with it anymore. So the show is on hiatus until I find a suitable replacement.  Suggestions welcome.

In the meantime... its back to the written word.  Mea Culpa.

A: Blue Moon Rounder.  Damned nice beer.

T: Carlos Torano something or other...  damned nice smoke.

F: Mossberg 590A1 Mariner.  If you lived down here you'd understand.  damned guns will rust in your hands.

Tuesday, April 01, 2014

Its Not Your Money

Sit down.   Take a deep breath.  Calm.  Be calm.   Trust me.  You need to settle down about before you read this article.

If you don't have time to read the whole thing... I'll sum it up for you.   A Talladega scrap yard owner was just effectively fined 1.26 million dollars.  His crime?  Withdrawing the money he legally earned, and paid taxes on, $9,900.00 at a time.

Note.  He's not accused of money laundering.   He's not under investigation by the IRS.  He was just taking out cash from his account in such a way that the bank didn't have to report it to the Feds.

Try to remember this the next time some moron tells says "you have nothing to fear if you have nothing to hide."  This many had nothing to hide.  Scrapping is a cash business.  It requires him to keep large amounts of cash on hand.  None of this is illegal.

But intentionally taking out less than the amount of cash that would've set off the bank reports...  well no no no.  We don't hide ANYTHING from our Psychotic Aunt Samantha now do we?  It doesn't matter if we're not doing anything wrong.  Our Psychotic Aunt Samantha WILL be told.

I know this is all collapsing.

I know that in a few years... the US government will be almost totally irrelevant if it even exists at all.

But days like this...  that doesn't seem soon enough.