SHOOTERS WHEEL

Well, things are sure getting interesting in the Middle East. Some hotheads might go nuke, melt all that sand into glass. Never mind Mel Gibson movies and fireworks. Never mind the money. Think: beans and bullets and a bible. Know your perimeter. Things are getting hotter here at home, too. Could end up brother against brother. Might get ugly.

Are you ready?

No time to get ready, got to be ready. Get a firearm and learn how to use it.

"Grab your wife, get your family, grab your gun." Good advice, might come down to that.


































" The hole in his forehead where the bullet went in was about the size of a pencil. The hole in the back of his head where the bullet came out was big enough to put your fist in, if it was a small fist and you wanted to put it there.

"I reckon you could have put your foot in the back of his head where the two barrels of heavy duck load splattered out even if it was a medium-sized foot, and you didn't want to put it there." ~W.S. Burroughs~


38 Special is a fine round; easy to shoot, plentiful, does the job as long as the shooter does his. I have been working up loads for 357 mag. That one does the job as well.

Am I happy? Um, yeah, mostly. Satisfied is a better way to say it. What I got is peace within. There's a whole lot in life I don't care about, but I am pretty well centered in my own spirituality and as I get older I am paying more attention to the evidence and less to the arguments.

"Everybody's got their own way to butter their bread" as my father would say. "Don't trust the priests, son, all they got a key to is the shithouse".

Character, not personality, is what makes the man. Content, not form.

I have smelled the foul sulphur breath of Satan as I lay dying; I have crawled the narrow path to lay at Jesus' feet, asking He intervene with Father God to spare my life; there are wicked wild hounds that visit me in the dark hours before dawn, scratching at my door, looking to carry me away if I drop my guard; but I do not fear them. I have been washed in the Blood of the Lamb.

When I see some of these young people run­ning their game I want to say “Kid, I served in the military, blowing things up and killing people; I ran with bik­ers, shot junk, robbed banks; my hands have taken lives and saved lives; I worked with the Billy Gra­ham Cru­sade; I’m thirty years clean and sober; I’m half dead with the cancer; I got a mil­lion miles of high­way under my ass, slept with dogs, danced with angels; I got screw­drivers older than you … what are ya gonna show me, uh?”

But I don’t. Nowa­days I just kinda watch it all going down.

I hold to Matthew 26: 36-46 The Garden of Gethsemane

An aside: what with the cancer, possible kidney failure, possible cirrhosis of liver, my wife heading into dementia, probably a couple things I haven’t thought of yet, my outlook has changed. I am definitely not suicidal nor do I feel defeated in any way. I will not sit on the couch whimpering either. Mind you I’m not gonna buy a motorcycle and go a hundred mph, defying death. A lot of things that used to bother me (we all have ‘em, little things like the toothpaste or some jerk in front of us in traffic) don’t bother me anymore. Some other things that I have taken for granted, like a nice sunset or my wife hugging and kissing me, now these things mean a lot to me. When it comes down to standing up against a threat, some jerk wants to harm me, I have an advantage. I can say to the guy “look, I am willing to die for my beliefs, make your move.”

But I don't say anything. I'm just watching it all going down.

DPJK works for me. That's Don't Play, Just Kill.

Don't bother having a nice day on my behalf.