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Many people have asked my opinion about the Kentucky-4 primary: Thomas Massie vs. Ed Gallrein. And I have heard both sides of the argument. There are legitimate points on both sides. There are also legitimate concerns on both sides. On the Massie side: Pros: • Established “Republican” who claims conservative and libertarian philosophies. • Consistently positions himself against expanding federal power. • Has built a reputation as a political dissenter willing to oppose leadership. Cons: • Only seems to vote obstructionist against whomever currently has power. • Like so many Libertarians, he does not really seem to stand FOR anything as much as he stands AGAINST the majority. • He is exceptionally good at framing contrarianism as principle, and sugar-coating it into "Conservatism" or "Libertarianism." On the Gallrein side: Pros: • Never held political office. • Trump-backed. • Exemplary military record. Legitimate SEAL and Army Ranger, not some résumé-padding cospla...

In reference to this situation , today is the first business day at the end of the entire divorce in question. What is meant here is that all alimony and child support is paid. The then-minor child is now age 18, and has graduated high school (last Friday evening). This is important because according to Tennessee law, that satisfies the requirements to end the wealth redistribution alimony and child support.  People ask why so many posts about men's rights?  1. Men are people, too, and deserve basic human treatment.  2. Our system is HEAVILY skewed against the men.  3. There are not many people singing the song of men's rights, and we need more.  Here are the numbers behind it: This divorce was filed in 2012.  "Child Support" paid since then: $147,000 "Alimony" paid since then: $50,000 Total wealth redistribution: $197,000.  And that doesn't include the over $200,000 paid to the attorneys in this case!   Real Total: $397,000.  The man ...

Some time back, this class came to my attention. Specifically, see the wording here. "Unlike other local “Civilian Sniper” courses, this class is taught by instructors who have served in dedicated Army sniper roles, providing students with instruction grounded in professional sniper doctrine and practical field experience rather than recreational or theoretical approaches." Now, I have a rule of thumb. I do not disparage other firearms schools or instructors. It is not a good look, and frankly, any competent instructor could probably nitpick another instructor’s wording, methods, or marketing if they wanted to. To what end? That said, I got curious. So I searched. Guess what was the first entry in Google? Ghost Ring Tactical has a class called Civilian Sniper . I sincerely hope the entity from the first screenshot was not taking a swipe at Ghost Ring, because Ghost Ring is one of the best organizations in the industry. In fact, I am friends with one of their instructors, and ...

  Standing on that land, I realized something. My father didn’t just give me memories. He created the conditions for them. And now, whether my children ever connect to this farm the way I do or not… I carry that same responsibility. They will have their own places. Their own “farms,” whatever those may be. Places that mean something to them in ways I may never fully understand. And that’s okay. Because this isn’t about recreating the past. It’s about providing the present. One day, I hope I get to ask them the kinds of questions I’ve been forced to ask myself. I want to know what matters to them. What places shaped them. What memories stayed. Because the truth is, the things I remember from this farm… I am the only one who will ever remember them exactly this way. And maybe that’s reason enough to write them down. Not to preserve the land. But to preserve what it meant. This is the final post of a multi part series, reflections on the farm owned by my father and my gra...

  The farm is 18 acres, split into two main sections—east and west. At one point, even the town’s water tower stood on this land. Eventually, my father sold one acre to Madison County so they could officially own the ground beneath it. That’s how time works in places like this. Lines shift. Ownership changes in small ways. Pieces get carved out, repurposed, formalized. But the core remains. For decades, the same man has rented this land for pasture. He rented it from my grandfather. Then from my father. Now from me. Three generations of us. One continuous thread. The cows don’t know any of that. The land doesn’t care about names or titles. But there is something steady in that continuity. Something that says not everything resets when a life ends. Some things just… continue. Quietly. This is post seven of a multi part series, reflections on the farm owned by my father and my grandfather. This is written for me and my siblings. 

  There was a tree behind the house. Not directly between the house and the shed, but close—just offset enough to stand on its own. Maybe 8 or 10 feet in each direction from those structures. When I was a boy, my grandfather hung a tire swing from one of its branches. That tree felt big back then. It is massive now. More than 40 years have passed since I last swung from that tire. My grandfather has been gone since 1985. My father since 2018. The swing itself is long gone. But the tree remains. And it grew. Standing there today, looking at it, I didn’t just see a tree. I saw a connection. A living thing that existed then and still exists now. A witness to everything that has changed and everything that has been lost. It’s an old friend. One that doesn’t speak, but somehow still communicates. And for the first time in a long time, standing there… I felt it. This is post six of a multi part series, reflections on the farm owned by my father and my grandfather. This is writ...