H/T WRSA
Mass Shooters by Race: The Data
Mass Shooters, by Race: the Data Math and Statistics, unlike the MSM, does not lie. Blacks are about twenty-six times more likely to be mass shooters, as compared with Whites. While you are here, Check out the Twenty-Eight Black on White DEATHS that occurred in October that the MSM did not want you to…
Dose of Truth
H/T It Ain’t Holy Water
Weaponizing Children
Weaponizing Children “To achieve an American Marxist utopia, it would be necessary to dismantle the Judeo-Christian values that have undergirded America since the founding. Adult Americans being incorrigibly patriotic and religious, it was necessary to capture their kids. The UN Population Fund stresses that CSE needs to start very young, in preschool. But…
My Feelings on DST
H/T EatGruelDog
Covert Rifle Carry
Covert Rifle Carry Instead of spending money on these expensive “non-tactical” diaper bags shown in the article, I have a better solution for you. Athletic Racket or Bat Bags: I used to carry a Yugo M70 Underfolder OR a Hungarian AMD-65, Six Mags and a Blowout Kit quite comfortably in a…
The Importance of Historical Accuracy
SHTF Self-Education Series
H/T WRSA SHTF Self-Education Series – From the Library: “Special Forces – Guerilla Warfare Manual” Another worthy addition to your SHTF Flash Drive or Binder filled with Preparedness Manuals and other Associated materials. I will admit a large percentage of these “SHTF” Books are written by morons and are useful for nothing but fire…
Food for Thought
H/T Raconteur Report “The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.” – Newspaper advice column “The way to a man’s heart is through his sternum.”– Military marksmanship briefing And here some folks thought they’d never use anatomy class for anything worthwhile. 😉
Ode to my Forefathers (An Original Work)
(Painting by Robert Wood “Texas Hill Country”) As the generation that helped shape us slowly fade away into memory We steel ourselves against the coming storm with the legacy they buried for us Out past the hill country draw, where the coyotes sing and the night bird sleeps Though my head be weary…