I did a good bit of reflection, as I churned out this piece, and decided that most people walk many a crooked mile before reaching the pinnacle point and the culmination of their life, and I suspect many a hard moments thought goes into shaping the people in America’s society who prove to be what the majority of Americans view as “successful”. But for me, it’s always been the case that what most would call “success”, I always saw as chains forged around my neck, ankles and wrists and a prison that made it hard to breathe.
Looking back in my mind’s eye, I recalled sitting on beach of Ft. San Lorenzo, drinking espresso and rolling sharks’ teeth in the palm of my hand, that I found in the shallows — sun drenched and considering a shot of whiskey later. And then I saw Deana’s [an old girlfriend] fine tight little ass as the church bells pealed on a Sunday morning, with ‘Sunday Morning Coming Down‘ playing in the background. I’m thinking of her legs, surfing the waves, and Jesus walking on the water — and the dark, chaotic night the birthed me, deep in the heart of nowhere in Ft. Riley, Kansas in 1957.
Life was full of intrigues, mysteries and adventures that only a young boy can find on his own, not too dissimilar from what one will find in Mark Twain’s ‘Adventures of Huck Finn‘. Continue reading
I had been giving the American miracle some significant amount of thought over the past few weeks, as the 250th Anniversary of America’s Independence loomed closer, and I wanted to provide and entirely upbeat, positive view for America’s future, as I wrote the following essay. But we must acknowledge all the bad and those matters and people dragging Her under today, in order to be able to present any truthful assessment for what Her future may hold.
A song I recently “discovered” on TikTok, entitled ‘Alone’, had a theme of unimaginable acceptance of death and a defeatist attitude that made me hurt for the person who was so low in his life to even have thought to create such a song. It made me contemplate how many men and women might be in just such similar circumstances, that they view their daily lives as a burden and prefer to welcome death, as if finding a new friend. 
Back when I was a younger man I used to outwork any two men – well, maybe not any. I did have a great friend, Irvin Harrell who’d go step for step with me on any given day of the week. But the amazing thing was that the older I got the more I saw young men who were doing half the work I used to do getting paid twice the money; by the time I hit 50, I could outwork any three – of what passed for men on any given day of the week.
This piece is just a little bit of me reflecting and perhaps waxing a lil’ philosophical, as I considered this thing called “life”.
This mad rush to make everything connected to the inth degree with Artificial Intelligence – by the powers-that-be and the major countries around the globe – only ensures that the rise of tyranny marches on and keeps growing and hardening.
It is long past time for the United States of America to withdraw from the North Atlantic Treaty Organization and chart a new course of sovereign alliances rooted in mutual respect, shared Western principles, and an unyielding commitment to liberty. The events unfolding in the Strait of Hormuz in late March 2026 have laid bare what many clear-eyed Americans have suspected for decades: NATO is not an alliance of equals but a one-way protection racket that has drained American blood and treasure while fostering a continent-wide culture of dependency, entitlement, and creeping tyranny.
Just un-effin’-believable. He’s definitely a damned wrecking ball. Every time he wins me back just a little, he pulls some shit like this that simply makes me want to puke and pushes me miles away from him. I shudder to think of what comes after him, but I’m ready to see him go, not over his execution of the Iran war but over shit like this insane utterance. 
The French philosopher Jean-Paul Sartre argued that human beings are condemned to freedom — that we are always responsible not only for our actions but for how we interpret them. In existential terms, one cannot hide behind ideology or collective narratives. If you believe an act was necessary, even just, then your lack of remorse may reflect a deeply integrated moral framework rather than moral deficiency. The discomfort may stem from external voices insisting that your interior landscape should look different. 
This is a small exercise in ethics and the massive expansion of criminal activity we now find in America, largely due to this corrupt, immoral and far too permissive society we’ve allowed to manifest itself in our midst, giving way to the worst aspects of human nature and leaving destruction and shattered lives in its wake.
Everything is happening so rapidly these days, that most folks are completely missing the historic significance of events, as they whizz on past us all. Trump just recently publicly suggested that maybe the U.S. should simply walk away from the Straits of Hormuz, since we don’t really use it that much – that we should let America and Asia fend for themselves for a change. And when one reporter questioned Trump on his rethinking of NATO, Trump quickly responded: “I don’t need Congress for that decision.”
From the dawn of human civilization, the soul of man has been locked in a timeless duel – not merely against the elements or the beasts of the wild, but against his fellow man, who seeks to chain him, and against the darker recesses of his own spirit, which whisper doubts and despair. This profound struggle, etched into the annals of history, finds a haunting echo in the life of Theodore John Kaczynski, a man whose rebellion against the leviathan of modern government and its technological appendages resonates with the conservative heart’s unyielding cry for true freedom.
It’s hard as hell to reconcile the fact that the FISA Reauthorization Act that was changed in 2017 to allow the NSA to spy on all Americans was signed by President Trump in 2018, even after it had become fairly common knowledge that it had been used against him by Obama, during his campaign for president in 2016. And then, after Trump signed the bill, it was soon discovered that Obama had still been spying on him after he was elected president right up to the January 20th hand over of the reins of power and “control” over the White House.
This old world didn’t send out invitations, for you young men and women — no fancy cards with gilt edges, no polite “RSVP” for the grand show of existence. Most of us tumbled into this big, roaring, wonderful room we call the earth by pure mischance, like a prospector stumbling on a claim he never filed. We didn’t ask for the ticket, nor the rough ride that brought us here. For me, it was a near thing from the start – kicking and screaming down the birth canal, fighting the dark tunnel like a wild mustang bucking a blizzard, half sure I’d never see the light of day. The doctor later said it was touch and go, but touch I did, and go I didn’t. I came bawling into a world brimming with hope and promise, only to find shadows waiting, the old evil that prowls every path, sniffing at every soul like a wolf at a campfire.