Arm Military Bases – or don’t?

I’m so sick of the media and Facebook being the sole source of information people get. Here’s the process: Read dumbass meme on Facebook Accept it as the Gospel truth. Do no research on your own. Get pissed off and rant about the gubment. Come up with your own political policy that’s better with absolutely no idea what the hell you’re talking about. That about sums up most people I see on Facebook. I’m left with the following decision to make on what seems to be an almost daily basis. Let them go on being idiots. Take time out of my day to put together an articulate response to their blathering idiocy. Ok, I tried number one for about a week now and the amount of idiocy that’s still ramping up about the gun control on military bases is starting to piss me off. So, take off your dunce caps … Read the rest…

Muslim Free Zone = Lawsuit you idiots.

Ok, maybe no one will read this. Then again some people read stupid stuff all the time and maybe they’ll get around to this before they think about turning their business into a Muslim-Free zone. Let me clarify a few facts, so you don’t get biased off the get-go. I’m of the Christian faith. I’m white. I’m not racist. I’m not religiously zealous to the point of stupidity. I know the law. You can believe numbers one through four or not, but number five is a given. I’m also a business owner, so I’m required to know the laws that govern running a business, especially a small business. Some of you have seen the video going around; the one where store owner, Andy Hallinan from Florida Gun Supply declares his business a “Muslim-Free Zone.” If you’ve not seen it and want to, here’s the video: In support of his idea, … Read the rest…

Bugging Out – For Fun

The concept of bugging out is great. You’ve got your gear. You’ve got food, water, supplies, and you’re ready to be able to survive if you ever had to with just the supplies on your back. Awesome! Have you actually TRIED it yet? I strongly suggest you do, even for 24 hours. I’ve taken my new gear out three times so far; once for a vacation experience and twice for survival camping. Each and every time I’ve learned something new about myself or about my gear. 30 Pounds Is The Limit Thirty pounds is the hard-limit set by most amateur hikers, campers, and backpackers. Keep in mind that they actually DO this four or five times a year so you should consider their advice as solid. Ok, my pack was 40.5 before I headed out for camping this weekend. I’m not an avid backpacker but I’m a physical laborer in … Read the rest…

Thomas Sullivan, Squire “Skip” Wells, David Wyatt, Carson Holmquist, Randall Smith

Read those names again, please. Those are the names you probably don’t know. We’ve certainly heard enough about Mohammad Abdulazeez to know his name by heart now, but few of us know the names of the soldiers we lost in the Chattanooga terrorist attack. Those are the names that should live on in our memories, in our thoughts, and that should be blasted across the media. Sadly, few of us will remember them tomorrow or next week. We aren’t likely to forget the name of the 24 year old that killed them though. If this is you, as it was me, you should feel ashamed. Write them down and remember them. They deserve it. Now, move on. It’s important that we do move on. It’s important for us as people and it’s important for us as a country. It’s important because we are becoming a country full of victims, a fact … Read the rest…

How Google has changed writing

This is just a side note I want to share with you guys and gals. It’s nothing of any major importance but I felt it interesting enough to want to write about. Writing for me has always been difficult; creative writing I mean. I’m a big one for plots sticking true to real-life whenever possible and scenarios being realistic. It bugs me when I can tell an author has made up a scenario from whole cloth in his mind, yet the physical characteristics of the location don’t really make sense if you listen/read closely.Sometimes if you were to draw it out the way they described it, the building would have five sides. Huh? That’s not a two-story rectangular warehouse… The hard part about the novel I’m working on is that it’s all based on traveling when the grid goes down. I want it to be as true to form as possible … Read the rest…

Chapter 03

“Everyone inside! Now!” My voice was hoarse but the volume and tone made up for it. “Wh-” Jess started to say, but I cut her off, turning and pushing her towards the door. “Now!” I yelled again. Her transformation was instant. Her mother instincts kicked in; spurred by the concern in my voice. She turned and moved for the right patio door she had emerged from just seconds earlier, grabbing every child between her and the door and herding them through it regardless who they belonged to.  Reaching out to grab Matthew’s arm from the side, she dragged him with her as she moved. He stumbled but caught his footing and helped usher his sister and the other kids indoors. “We need to get inside, man,” I said to Michael. “We don’t know what those things are going to do and we don’t need to be out here. There’s nothing … Read the rest…

Chapter 02

July 4th, 2015 – 1300 hrs EST * Six Hours Earlier * I leaned against the Formica bar wiping sweat from my brow and trying to catch my breath. I’m a healthy athletic guy, but endless trips between the truck and third story of this house lugging groceries, coolers, chairs, suitcases and the myriad other items a vacation for twenty people requires will wear out the best of men. That’s my story at least. Being married and going on vacation is a special kind of martyrdom. “Don’t worry about it honey. I’ll get the stuff upstairs,” I said. “Seriously, I got it. You just go enjoy yourself, ok? Try to relax and do whatever it is you want to do, but I’ll handle getting the gear up here.” Why do we do that? I mean, sure, we mean the sentiment, but after the third trip carrying an unwieldy cooler up … Read the rest…

Chapter 01 (New version)

Chapter 1 July 4th, 2015 – 1900 hrs EST “Shit,” I exclaimed, my hands slamming the steering wheel in frustration. Traffic west bound on the Alligator River bridge was almost at a standstill, moving ever so little every few minutes. We are finally at the middle of the bridge, the steel grate of the rotating draw under my wheels indicating that there is only a mile or so remaining before we are off this death trap. If only we can get off this bridge before someone in front of us runs out of gas. If there is even one car ahead of me that stalls, we’re done for. “Why is it taking so long?” my son Mason complains from the back seat. “It’s the gas station, son. There is a little tourist shop and gas station right at the end of the bridge on the right and everyone is trying … Read the rest…

Chapter 01 (Original Draft)

This post was published to 8:23 at 9:24:10 PM 7/8/2015 THIS CHAPTER WAS LATER REPLACED AS THE FIRST CHAPTER. YOU CAN READ IT IF YOU’D LIKE TO, BUT IT’S NOT PART OF THE ACTUAL NOVEL RIGHT NOW. Chapter 01   04 July, 2015 – 1635 hrs EST “Shit.” I repeated the phrase again and again in my head. I thought maybe it would stop rattling around in there if I’d just say it out loud and be done with it. I look across my campsite, wondering how we’ll make it through this. I’ve been preparing for this for years, but I wasn’t ready. Hell, can you ever really be ready for something like this? Jess, my wife, sits in a green and grey aluminum-framed camp chair, her flip flops off and her toes absently making shapes in the straw-covered loamy shore of the Alligator River, a beer in her right … Read the rest…