G.I. Joe

Duke. My favorite character from G.I. Joe.

6 years old, it’s 1989, you’re watching G.I. Joe. You admire bravery, hard work, discipline, and heroism. You want to be a hero, someday. That night, after hearing a story from the Bible, and saying prayers (because people used to do that, and with the utmost sincerity, too.) You go to bed thinking about how you want to grow up to be the best man you can be.
Later, you grow up to serve in the U.S. Army for 4 years, then you spend 10 years in the private sector,  then you become a correction officer for the State. It hasn’t been an easy journey to stability. You made more than your share of irresponsible decisions along the way, you have p.t.s.d., and you’re playing catch up; but you know it was Your decisions which led to your struggle, because you were taught about personal responsibility, growing up. One day, you look at the news, and a bunch of people also born in America are looting stores, running around acting like the bad guys in an episode of the Mister T. Cartoon. You shake your head in disgust, but also in pity. Clearly they did not grow up watching G.I. Joe, or they would know that this is how the bad guys act; not the heroes. You suppose it does matter what our children watch and fill their minds with, and that good parenting with traditional values is obviously more effective than public indoctrination of critical theory of any kind. You place your freshly cleaned Smith & Wesson M&P 15 in it’s case, wash your hands, and take a moment to pray for the country you Love, but no longer recognize. You know the war is coming, all your battle buddies have been preparing as well; you don’t ask for peace, because there is a time for everything, and right now you know exactly what time it is.
You ask only that what you know to be Right and Good and True, for All mankind under GOD to Prevail. That the culture of evil and chaos now deceiving millions of your own countrymen into rallying to destroy our strong foundation, and replace our former glory with just another poverty stricken 3rd world country be defeated, so your children and someday their children can live in a society where they are rewarded for their own merit, rather than marginalized by someone else’s lack of merit. You don’t pray for survival at any cost, because you know that the freedom of you descendants is too high a price. You ask only for victory, that America, The World’s Last Bastion of Liberty can reclaim it’s Justice, and shine as a beacon of Hope to the rest of the world; and finally, inspired by this: that the rest of the world get off their ass and fight for their own nations, and work hard to build something better in their own homeland. After all, what good is one good country, if every other country in the world sucks? How sustainable is it to keep cramming everyone into one country,  while the rest of the world is reduced to one big garbage dump? It’s not enough to bring people in from the cold,  because eventually your house will be full, and there will be more people at the door. People must learn to set their own house in order.
Right now, it’s time for us to Order OURS.

War is coming.

~Sincerely your friend, Jack~

Make me king.

Make me King.
You will LITERALLY have more Freedom and Dignity with Me as a benevolent Tyrant, than with the present administration selling your entire family to PRC, and repossessing your hard earned property to people who’ve neither served nor supported our Republic. …as was.
Since the TRAITORS like giving stuff to people they owe nothing to: I’ll give their property and other assets to Veterans they owe EVERYTHING to, but do NOTHING for.
Since they value “education” so much: I’ll take the money we USED to pay them, and use it to pay our teachers who incidentally will be allowed to actually TEACH, rather than indoctrinate, because I’m fixing our broken system. Historical FACTS which honor our founding fathers and mothers, but have been removed so as not to hurt anyone’s feelings, will be reincorporated into the curriculum. Pseudo science and anti-American marxist ideology will be discarded as the TRASH it IS.
Oh, and you’d better learn how to shoot, or be willing to relocate, because if your community drove out the Honorable Men and Women who RISK THEIR LIVES to Protect YOU: they’re not coming back. I’ll disband the atf, and create a new agency to help officers find and serve communities where they’re APPRECIATED.
Disarm? NAH. A lot less drive bys happen in neighborhoods where people shoot back, and kill the driver. THAT’S what we call a Deterrent.
I’ll disband the DEA, and give their funding to the V.A. Oh, and that homeless veteran problem? Not anymore. Every single person who wants sanctuary cities will have to open their homes as a Sanctuary to homeless vets.
Also,  professional athletes can make all those Millions,  after all: they generate SO much revenue; but so do our Military Service Members. I mean thanks to those who serve: kbr alone made enough money between 2004 and 2008 to buy Scotland. …Yes, I mean the whole place.
So here’s the deal: we’re paying our service members more.
If that means the guy who our tax dollars pay to monitor what we say on social media is out of a job: sorry Sheldon. Go work for game stop. I understand their stock just skyrocketed.
We’re taking the Medicaid budget and giving it to St. Jude, who SOMEHOW manages to do 4 times as much on less than one third of the budget. Must be because they actually CARE, unlike big pharm. Also, since big pharm has SUCH a “difficult” time managing their budget: I’ll work with the Vatican to reinstitute the Knights Hospitaller (founders of the original hospitals), and welcome them to America. Then watch medicine and procedural prices drop so quick, it will break the sound barrier. Oh, and that loss isn’t coming out of a Nurse’s salary,  Mr. Administrator; it’s coming out of YOURS. So much for socialized healthcare. Somehow, Good people in religious non profits help more people around the entire world than our mightiest industry tycoons and governments combined do in their own countries. Obviously we need to trust the Religious non profits. Funny how the people who talk about how “evil” religion is never go to Calcutta and nurse a sick child. I digress, this is just my FIRST year as king.

I wish you every happiness.

~Sincerely your friend, Jack~

Spare me your Hypocrisy, Mr. Roberts.

*DISCLAIMER THINGY: WARNING! This post is flaunt with Impassioned HONESTY. If you are predisposed to hypersensitivity: DO NOT READ THIS POST. It WILL hurt your weak, fragile feelings, and very much threaten your impoverished ego. Artistic license has been taken by the use of profanity, in order to express severe irritation with the ignorance of otherwise intelligent people. I accept no responsibility for hurt feelings, depression, self mutilation, or suicide as a result of having read this post.*

This is not my usual demeanor. I prefer to be friendly, bit as a very wise man once told me:

“Sometimes love is a kick in the ass”.

You know something?

I am beyond fed up with your whining.

More than this, I’m sick and tired of listening to you blame the hardest working and most industrious people in our society for things which you’ve done NOTHING about, except run your mouth.

Furthermore, you’re ALWAYS WRONG. Everything you say betrays that you have the intellectual capacity of an ostrich, head buried in the sand of media rhetoric, rather than facts.

Do us all a favor: Shut up!

Stop “Virtue” signaling to get likes. There is NO Virtue in parroting popular LIES.

It’s pathetic, it’s Weak minded, and it further perpetuates the very problems you claim to despise.

Like it or not, The FACT IS: Your precious politicians were ENCOURAGING TRAVEL when this pandemic kicked off.

They LITERALLY CAUSED the spread, so they could accuse a President they didn’t like of being “racist”, just like EVERYONE who says something which interferes with their narrative or their agenda.

Like the man or not: The same President so many love to hate Fought to give money to AMERICANS affected by the pandemic, while the same politicians condemning him sent the majority of funding from a 600 Billion dollar “covid relief” bill to interests which had NOTHING to do with Our Country, and NOTHING to do with the pandemic.

The nerve of you weak minded puppets is the height of hubris. Talking incessantly about the one individual who had the courage to tell The TRUTH no one wanted to hear, as though you deserve any respect at all!

“Who are you to judge us?” You may ask:

I’m the guy who fought the war on terror, traveled to 7 different countries on 3 different continents, and has RISKED MY LIFE a thousand times over, all over the country and the World Protecting average citizens from dangers they are all but oblivious to.

YOU must be the other guy.

You all owe President Trump a big apology for being assholes and slandering him while he received 1 dollar per year to fight to improve our economy, national security, and LIBERTY. Remember that?

Especially YOU: Judson Roberts!

Stick to what you know, sir: FICTION.

Your novels based on Norse mythology and Scandinavian history are second to none.

Your political commentary?

I have a 15 year old son who would EMBARRASS you with FACTS debunking EVERY SINGLE FALLACY you recently posted. Of course, if you simply LOOKED OBJECTIVELY at WHAT HAS ACTUALLY HAPPENED, you would retract your erroneous Muckraking.

Honestly, considering how important INDUSTRIOUSNESS and RESPONSIBILITY was to Vikings: You clearly would be a disgrace to our ancestors had you lived among them, as you’re obviously on the side of incompetence and submission to totaltarianism. YOU WEAK, PATHETIC little COWARD.

All of you impotent slaves to Tyranny, dependent upon being dictated, as you’ve no will or wherewithal within yourself can take your generic artificial self righteousness, which is overwhelmingly ironic as You’ve NO MORALS to base it on, and Shove it straight up your candy asses! You should enjoy that, as you spend all your energy just BEGGING the globalist elite to Fuck you up the ass.

I wish you to wake the fuck up and smell the bullshit you’ve been swallowing.

~Sincerely your friend who loves you enough to tell you the Truth you NEED to hear, rather than the lies you think you want to hear, Jack~

Looking back and forward

Long the journey I’ve been on,

So many horizons known;

Everything and everyone, because of them all, I have grown.

Injuries and battle scars remind me of where I have been,

But more importantly of where we are; I’ll never be a fool again.

Pain teaches a man the reasons all his elders were so Right,

Make yourself strong in due season, you will have need of this might.

I wish I’d known

What I now know

As hidden things

Begin to show

I’m Fighting for

One more chance

For me to Grow!

While there’s still time I’ll become Strong.

I had the secret all along.

I Pray I go the extra mile.

I hope that I go out in style.

Thank you for your wisdom, friends. I’m ready to begin again.

Let’s remember what we’ve learned

As we take another turn.

I wish you every happiness…

~Sincerely your friend, Jack~

No longer indivisible.

All hail the Anti American, Fraudulent, corrupt institution which Falsified voting results for Pennsylvania, Michigan, Georgia, Arizona, and who knows how many other Sovereign States.
Enemies of Our Constitution , and allies of Our enemies.
The Oath of enlistment many of us took, which has no expiration date, which demands we Defend our Constitution from ALL enemies, Foreign AND Domestic, is now about to get REAL.
Civil War has Just been Declared.
Prepare!

What if…

A young lady recently asked me:

“What is Magic, to you?”

An interesting question, as “to me” Magic is something which Exists Autonomously. It does not require my or anyone else’s approval, it neither conforms nor limits itself to suit an individual’s whims; It simply Is.

Nevertheless, I attempted to answer her. This was my answer:

I wish I could begin to relate it to you. You are welcome to read my modest attempt to begin: It’s far older than I am. Far older than the 90’s, or the previous century; but much more prevalent until around 2008.
A childhood where toddlers have tablets, and devices are ever present seems to have closed that door for my son and many others. It’s a place between asleep and awake. It’s more real than your finest cgi. It’s there when the device is not. It’s what my son (and Joe Rogan, cool as he is) don’t experience when they don’t understand why the book really was better. It’s a literal trip to another world, at twilight, where a rock or a piece of wood has a soul; but a fully charged device is, at the moment, just dead weight.
It requires concepts which have become foreign to all but very few: South park makes fun of it, Walt Disney’s bastard heirs talk of it, many have never known it; but it lives. It’s potentially more alive than you and me. Watching from across the veil. Waiting for someone to Believe and to Imagine. It’s the answer everyone secretly wants, but somewhat fears, as knowing it would expose us to something beyond our comfort zone. The answer to a question Spiritualists and Scientists ask in unison:

“What if?”…

Have a safe Mischief Night.

~Sincerely your Friend, Jack~ 🎃🍁🍂

Soft men, hard times.

In dreams I see the times of Wane,

Our Ancestors of Might and Mane,

They hunted in the Winter cold, They Battled in the Wars of old.

They farmed, and built, and mysteries sought; Blood, sweat, and death, Prosperity Bought.

Now we live in the house they built, sleeping ‘neath comforting quilt, we lavish in all that is nice; but we have forgotten the price.

Spoiled by our modern life, forgetting what took much to learn:

A gift ever begats a gift, investment looks for fine return.

Hard times are made by softened men, which in turn makes them strong again;

Turmoil comes when we allow the weak to rule the strong somehow.

Let us cast away the lies, spread by those who our Folk despise.

Let us now Our Strength renew, and heed only that which is True.

I wish you every happiness.

~Sincerely your friend, Jack~

…Army Training, Sir! (A reminiscence)

I awake now, upon a cot, the first time it was certainly not,

Though now I wear a silver badge, and five eleven boots of black; still I think of years long past, of memories which take me back.

It does not seem so long ago; but open eyes cannot deny, but observe and keenly know that back then was a different time…

At the age of twenty three, I had not quite yet become me; like my comrades dressed in green, I still behaved much as a teen;

Young in Heart, as well as mind, cruel, when oft’ we should’ve been kind,

We marched for miles, and ran for more, we trained like Spartans preparing for war;

We savaged with the utmost will, our foremost thought, our foes to kill.

Rifle, Claymore, Bayonet, Grenade, Pugils, Combative sweat;

We sung and shouted, charged and routed,

Reveling all in our strength, the glory of young man, naive;

I smile, looking back, at length, in Noble Ideals we believed.

Fourteen years have since passed by, since I signed the dotted line,

Many things I thought I knew, proved to be far less than true,

I see the world through seasoned eyes, time and pain have made them wise;

Yet never will my heart forget the roar of that impassioned soldier.

I still have much fight in me, yet;

Though I may be a little older…

I wish you every happiness.

~Sincerely your friend, Jack~

Long enough.

Since the beginning of time,     before the days of ancient Kings, Men were loyal to their tribe,    and honor was the way of things;

Now the mob clamors in droves, dishonoring their noble mother; having ruined their own abode, they seek to claim that of another.

From homes far away, they come,

No respect for anyone,

Angry at nothing at all,

Responsibility they shirk,

Blaming others for their fall,

They seek reward without the work.

They come to where is not their home, and then complain about the weather,

They abandon their family, then talk of being “better together”.

They decimate entire nations, infecting them with foul disease;

Then rail against the only cure, caring only for their own ease.

“Forsake your Forefathers!” They say,

“The past is gone!”, “It’s a new day!”

Ungrateful and loyal to no one, Teaching that family is a bother;

They turn a daughter against mother, and grandson against his grandfather.

The good natured they now beguile, deceive them with invalid guilt,

Playing victim, all the while, while their poison, flowers wilt;

Meanwhile they rally chaos, Pillaging all in their wake,         

Raping, burning, stealing, harming unfortunate passers by, It now occurs just how alarming this is as the innocent cry.

They trespass, and they vandalize, kick in the doors, and fences, vault;

As brainwashed victims rationalize: “We are to blame. It’s not their fault.”

Waking though, as from a trance, awareness seems to now advance;

Whatever happened in the past, it’s finally over, at long last. Recovery was long and rough; but we’ve been sorry Long Enough.

Apologies have long been made, whatever debt is More than paid.

We owe nothing to raving droves of child eating, nasty trolls.

Ours is our own to protect, our home no longer to neglect.

To save our folk, we counter attack, and send them all retreating back-

To rebuild what is already theirs, which should be foremost of their cares;

No more “reparations” known; for charity begins at home.

I wish you every happiness.

~Sincerely your friend, Jack~

Where are you?

There was someone I thought I knew, whose name I now forget;

She’s absent in all I’ve been through, perhaps we’ve never met.

I reach for her when half asleep, I search for her, in all my dreams, I’m haunted by this mystery, she’s in another world, it seems.

I’ve learned to make good use of time, as patiently I wait;

I hope she shows up, some time soon; the hour is getting late.

I wish you every happiness.

~Sincerely your friend, Jack~