Haters Are Lining Up To Hate Me

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It has come to my immediate attention, through a variety of “sources”, i.e. email, Facebook comments, Google+ comments, and published post comments, that there is a select handful of people who remain butthurt over almost everything that is posted here or anywhere I post something. I’ve even been shunned from a few places that I called “homes” because I have become unpopular with their own readers. Other bloggers who have requested that I stop providing a link to their blog on my blog because they don’t want the connection any longer. So be it, it has been done. Here is the catch, the deal if y’all will, 97% of it is because of my LACK of involvement in politics, my LACK in voicing my opinion regularly about religion, my LACK of respect for life in general in the animal kingdom, humans included, and the fact that I’m a racist white fucker because I won’t ever pick a side. What can I say, people need racism, racism makes all parties involved money. Furthermore, because I’m a United States Air Force disabled veteran somehow makes me a leech on the American people. I won’t say I don’t care about others problems simply because we live in a society where everyone else’s problems become our own because people fail to take responsibility for themselves or their problems, so we all get to share. I don’t feel I need to pick a side, I choose to be my own person in my life, and fuck y’all if y’all can’t understand that.

So, because I choose, that’s me making a personal choice here, not to get involved in debates happening in the media or on social media sites, that individuals are feeling slighted by me. Because I choose not to jump on board with what I consider to be not relevant in my own life, people want to become butthurt as if I’m doing or saying something by indirectly not doing or saying anything that people have decided to not visit my blog, respond to social media posts I’ve made, and so forth. Do y’all know how low my numbers are? I’m not saying they were high in any regard to begin with since they have always remained on the low side, which is why it humors me that they can go lower. I don’t have thousands of readers on this blog, I don’t have thousands of follower on the social media hot spots, and I’m not blogging for stats, its just for fucking fun. But then again, that was never my goal, it still isn’t my goal. Hell, if I didn’t need someplace special to post my thoughts and opinions I would be done on the internet altogether. I don’t want to talk about politics, we all know everything about politics is fucked up to one side or the other or the other, we all know that this fact will never change in any way no matter who the president will be or is, we all know that the government is in every single aspect of everyone’s life, and we all know if I bitch about what I don’t like that it will still remain unchanged. As well, we all know that I’m not a religious person, this however, does not make me anti-religion. But, in the eyes of many this means I hate religion and/or people who have religion in their lives. Very untrue, I may disagree with you but I don’t hate you. And, apparently the vegans and vegetarians still have a problem with me personally because I like to eat meat and I post regularly about eating meat. If meat isn’t your thing personally then that is fine with me, but I won’t stop talking about so I don’t offend you.

My messages to the world are done here, people come here and find them, I’m not on the street corner holding up traffic to preach to them, they make a choice to come here, then get pissed or bent out of shape because I post something about an alcohol with a scorpion in it, amongst other reasons, but that one was recent so it stands out. Again, I live my own life, perhaps others would be better off if they made that same choice. I will tell y’all a little secret, even if I had zero followers here or anywhere, quit the social network sites, guess what, even if I was the only one reading my posts or viewing my posts ever again, I would be okay with that. That is how I started out and that is how I’m sure I’m going to finish. Let’s talk a little bit about racism and how because I’m white makes me a racist because I don’t get involved in the “discussion”. Sounds stupid when you read it real slow doesn’t it? Because that’s all y’all got, you have me admitting to be white. Suppose that makes me the devil as well. Moving on, why are there so many anti military people in the United States? Why are there so many anti gun people in the United States? Why are their so many anti law enforcement people in the United States? The answer to those questions aren’t even relevant because people in the United States don’t take responsibility for their own actions, they blame someone/something else and expect to be rescued by the very people they openly hate. I have asked it many times before, as a Nation where would we be if we could not defend ourselves or protect our people? Would that make y’all America haters happy? Don’t call me for help for any reason, not even if you bump your toe in the night. One might need to look in the mirror to re-evaluate who the problem really is.

Do I agree with everything that happens in the world, of course not. Do I turn a blind eye to everything happening in the world, of course not. I do, however, pick and choose my battles carefully because bad choices lead to bad decisions. I really could care less about people in general, everyone has their own reasons to define their own existence, to which I’m no different, I just do business differently. I was taught differently growing up. I learned from the hard lessons in life. I learned to take responsibility. How many of y’all can raise your hands and honestly say you take full responsibility for who you are?

I leave you with something that happened over the weekend. At the rear of my Nissan Pathfinder there is a trailer hitch. It’s visible to the naked eye. It’s there because I regularly haul a trailer. I made a trip to Walmart over the weekend to purchase a few things I needed around the house. I was in Walmart approximately 15 minutes, including check out time. As I approached my vehicle I see there is a woman with a small child standing at the rear of it. I opened my door to put my bag inside and this woman begins screaming, not yelling (I’m married so I know the difference) at me wanting to know what I’m going to do about her now bruised shin because she walked into my trailer hitch. I asked her if she was paying attention to her walking path and she became very irate. This is my fault somehow? Well, since it appeared we were engaged in a “domestic dispute” a kind Walmart patron called the police department to report it. Lucky for us there was an officer already at the store because “tis the season for shoplifting gifts for loved ones”. I was told to leave because she made a choice to put her hands on this female officer while explaining I needed to be arrested for her injury. I know, seems pretty far fetched, but the officer walked her to the patrol car, was placed in the back seat, and she returned to inform me I was free to go since we didn’t even know each other. So, what’s my point in sharing this story? It’s simple. Since she wasn’t paying attention where she was walking she walked into my trailer hitch, which I know from personal experience, hurts like a motherfucker, and then she decided to wait for me to come out of the store to verbally whip my ass. Did I mention little miss potty mouth had a small child with her, oh yea, I did. But, she does not blame herself, she blames me. Why? Because some people just aren’t capable of taking responsibility for their own actions, so she had to blame me for having a trailer hitch exposed. Now I’m sure all Y’all trailer hitch hating fuckers are going to rally against me as well. Perhaps the hitch needs a sticker on it so people would pay attention while walking so close to my vehicle. Maybe she was peeking in the back? Anyway, no hard feelings, not even with you being a raging bitch to me, karma works in mysterious ways, so we’re good.

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Many Of The Exact Same Questions

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First of all, I really appreciate all the email and I see that, in general, that the 312 emails are asking the following questions. When did your blog turn into a porn blog? What is my fascination with almost naked women holdings guns? Why am I fixated on nearly nude women with tattoos? Why are there no pictures of half naked men on this blog? And finally, why do you curse and use the F word all the time?

I guess the first thing for me to do for y’all with any sort of questions that deal with the contents I post here is refer you to the very top of this blog. See the first link at the top left of this blog that reads “T.S.O.T.S.B Agreement For Entry“, click on it. Out of shear curiosity I would think the inquisitive visitor has clicked on the link to see what he/she has gotten themselves into. However, the agreement is very general, I plan on doing some updates soon, but it does state you will encounter mature content and somewhat course language. But enough about something people should have read and move on, shall we.

Why women? Well, you see, that is what is pleasant to the eyes for me. Why scantily clad women? Even better for my eyes. Here’s the deal, I do what I do here for my sake. What I write or what I post otherwise is for me first, if y’all like it fine and the same goes for the opposite, in fact, it’s all good with me either way. Hopefully that sums it up for y’all. Oh, wait, before I forget, do y’all know why you’ll never see pictures of half dressed men here? The answer is simple, I don’t like looking at half naked men so therefore I don’t share anything like that. End of discussion, period.

Now, a word about the fucking language I use around here. It just so happens I talk almost the same way in the real world, except here it is toned down quite a bit. With that being said, see the message below and I hope everyone has had their questions addressed. If not, I don’t know what more I can really say.

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Talk About A Ghost From Christmas Past

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I really hate the fact that I have begun to think in the terms of my elders, but at times they have it too right to ignore. It takes a certain kind of lowlife douchebag to steal property which belongs to others, no matter their reasoning or justifications. There’s something broken within their morality meter which allows them to cross the forbidden line between right and wrong. Yesterday I was reminded that many laws are designed to better protect the criminal than the victims. Yesterday I received a letter from the state of Texas which informed me that Mr. Lowlife Douchebag III (his real name will never be spoken by my lips here) is scheduled for release from state incarceration in November 2014 after successfully meeting state parole requirements. Why is this information important to me personally? I will explain that in a minute since the incident happened back in this blogs literal infancy and I have never mentioned it here before in any kind of detail.

Late in the evening seven years, nine months, and three days or 2,834 days ago, we were settling down after just returning from a get together with my in-laws. After looking at the time, we had realized it will be Christmas Day in a few short hours. When we came in the house for the first time our hands were full, so after setting down all the food and bags, I returned to the truck to get the everything else. It was at this time I first noticed wet foot prints on the driveway and an out of place shadow where they ended at just the edge of where the light reached. I continued to the driver’s side of the truck, opened the door, reached into the center console, and retrieved my pistol. I remained bent across the seat, looking out behind me, waiting for movement. After a very long couple of minutes, I climbed back out of the truck and walked to the edge of the drive, and then I saw the shadow blink. Before I knew what was happening I had this man pinned to the ground with a pistol pointed at his forehead. Many moments passed while I stared into the eyes of this man, many thoughts passed in my mind, and then my wife’s voice broke the silence. Hearing the noise she came out, thinking I had dropped something or tripped. I will never forget the look of fear on her face as she looked in our direction. She went back inside swiftly and called 911.

It was thirteen minutes from the time she made the call before I saw the flashing lights come blazing up the driveway. The two cars pulled very close to where I was standing, four officers emerged and stood behind their open doors with weapons drawn, demanding I relinquish my weapon. I froze, I am the one who is making sure the douchebag does not run. I was confused. Moments later I was on the ground, I was rushed from behind, I can hear my wife screaming at them in terror. All I can think is it is Christmas Eve. We were both arrested. I was released early Christmas morning after being cleared of any criminal activity and establishing myself as home and property owner. After processing, my pistol was released back into my custody. Months later he was convicted of attempted armed robbery, armed trespassing after dark with intent to cause harm to persons and property, and finally with the possession of a stolen firearm.

The number one question I have been asked is why I did not shoot and kill this man because the right to do so with my actions protected by Texas laws. Why? Why is a powerful question. My answer has always been simple and has always remained unchanged. Shooting him to kill him never crossed my mind, never even close. It’s not my nature, no matter what, a human life is more valuable to me than things or property, and, eventhough I felt threatened, there was other options which I executed which defused the threat. In the end, I have a conscience which seems to always guide my actions. Yes, I was and remain to this day, mad. The lessons I have learned in my life have served me well and they have taught me that I am not the judge or jury, but just a human being on planet dirt trying to scratch out some kind of a life, like everyone else I can only assume. As far as his release, it isn’t my place to know if he is rehabilitated or not in the allotted time prescribed by the state of Texas. I do know, this experience was a part of the reason I have the security system I still use this very day. I may have lost faith along the way in my fellow humans, but at the same time the safety and security of myself and my family remains very high on my personal list if priorities. Its hard to say live and let live when the idea is more often than not, one sided. Below is a general look at the laws here in Texas, it should not be looked at or taken as any form of legal advice as I put it here for informational purposes only.

Texas law allows a person to use force in the protection of property to prevent or terminate another’s trespass or other unlawful interference with the possession of real or personal property. Deadly force can be used in Texas when the crime against property is classified as arson, burglary, robbery, criminal mischief at night or theft at night. Deadly force may also be used to prevent a person from fleeing with property immediately after the commission of a burglary, robbery, aggravated robbery, or theft during the nighttime if the actor believes that the property cannot be recovered by any other means or the use of force other than deadly force would expose the person to a substantial risk of death or serious bodily injury.

Texas also allows a person to use force and deadly force to protect the personal property of a third party. The use of force is permissible if the person believes that the force or deadly force is necessary to prevent the commission of theft or criminal mischief, or if the person believes that the third party has asked them to protect the property, the person has a legal duty to protect the property, or the third party is the spouse, parent, child or under the care of the person using force.

Born, raised, and protected by guns, guts, and glory.

Humans Are Our Own Worst Enemy

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Okay, even before I gave it away, y’all know this is just my way of poking a little fun at all the gun grabbers out there. Too many people fear what they don’t know or what they can’t handle. As a result, the mentality can be applicable to many things in our lives, from fast cars to fast food and everything imaginable in between, to include guns of all shapes, sizes, and colors. Of course I don’t want the government to ban fast cars, fast food, fast women, or fast weapons. As always, these are my humble opinions, they’re not always the easiest to swallow. There will be just as many people disagreeing with me as there will be agreeing with me, either way I still stand firm in how I believe.

Why Is ……….. This The Way It Is?

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