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Now about me...
I got tired of running ‘round like a madman, and finally managed to extract myself from the noise and confusion of the burning world as it is today. I know my time will come again, and I look forward to that, but these days with the woman in my life, I generally sit back and reflect on what we have become as people, and how mankind is destroying itself for all the wrong reasons. I consider many things, most horribly unacceptable thoughts in many public circles, but, nonetheless, think of the decline of the stock market, the decline of the West and the deterioration of all that we have stood for, the loss of free speech to the mundane and bland horror of that which has become political correctness. Of why I become weaker, and slower, and more forgetful… Of why I am not allowed to hate people for hating me for being white, or Christian, or American…
And most of all, I think of the very fascinating years of my life spent in various third world hell holes finding, fixing, and finishing those who would do us harm…
But more than anything, I think of terrifying times that we, my Absent Friends, went through, and of all the brave, young men that did not come back.\
I am who I say I am, nothing more and nothing less.
You’ve been warned. Approach with caution.
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