I want to get a job where I can stop this.

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Everyone in the United States is so damn worried about international terrorism and ISIS that we’ve stopped putting eyes on the gross injustices and absolute abuse and overreach of authority that is happening right here at home. There’s no reason why an innocent farmer should lose his or her land to some governmental agency that decides to step in “just because” and not give any factual rhyme or reason for what they are doing. Hell, farmers are the reason that we are all alive today – you know, the whole “people need to eat” concept? – and to treat them like criminals for TENDING TO THEIR OWN LAND is asinine at best and downright evil at worst.

I honestly wish there was a better way than just voting and hoping that the politician isn’t a total spineless asshole or liar (HA!). I would honestly give up a lot of my own time and energy to be able to advocate for people to be able to hold farms and keep their family livelihood going strong. After all, respect for the Earth isn’t defined as leaving her alone and never touching her like a damn museum; it’s being a conscientious caretaker that measures actions and tries to keep them as much in balance as possible.

Sorry for the rant, it just pisses me off to no end that people do this. So much red tape for such a simple job, and no reason for it except to harass honest, hard working people. Where’s the advocates for us?

To my beloved Punk

It’s been almost five years now since you left. I think about you a lot of days still. Silly, I’m sure, you’d think someone could move on after five years. A lot in my life has changed; I wish you were still here to see it all. There’s so much that I wish I could have shared with you, you know? You would have loved where I lived most of the time I’ve been in VA. It was a really small apartment, but it would have been perfect for one guy and his cat.

I miss you all the time, you know. There are mornings when I get up and get confused when I walk outside of the bedroom and you aren’t there. I’ll sit down on the couch – which I avoid a lot now – and wonder if you’re ok, why you haven’t come over to settle down yet. There’s been a couple times when I “accidentally” left a sip of that special “chocolate milk” you loved so much in my glass at my desk for you, only to remember an hour later that you aren’t there anymore. Sometimes I can see you out of the corner of my eye, but when I turn my head to look, there’s nothing there.

Why did you have to leave? I know you were old, and I know you were in pain, and I am so glad that you are able to rest now in the field before the rainbow bridge where you are young and happy and can hunt and play. I just miss you so much that it hurts my heart to think about you, and I hate that. I love you, Punk, and there’s a hole in my heart that will never go away. You were my best friend.

I miss my best friend.

Only my Senior Chief…

So we passed our big inspection for the basic phase yesterday. Great job, go team, we kicked ass. Except. At this morning’s debrief, Senior Chief tells us that it was the worst USW demonstration he’d ever seen or been a part of. Then listed a bunch of things that weren’t up to his standards.

Here’s my issue with it. When your team wins in sports, you don’t just focus on the negatives. You discuss them for improvement purposes, yes, but it’s not the entire focus of your speech. We have done a lot of things right as a division, and to throw away months of work because of one less-than-perfect evening seems at best mean-spirited. We’re more than two hours of work, and for most of the division, this is their first basic phase that they’ve ever seen. To expect perfection from a group that had neither the time nor really the training they needed to achieve it is just unfair and beats us all down.

In short: Only my Senior Chief can take a victory and make it feel like a bitter failure.

One more year. Well, one year and one month. I can survive this.

Don’t join the Navy.

People might tell you that the Navy is a good idea. They might tell you about the benefits – free college, training, a steady paycheck. They might talk about honor, or duty, service to country. They aren’t wrong, but they don’t tell you about the downsides.

You don’t see your family. If you have friends or family you love, and a home life that you enjoy, you’ll never be able to enjoy it while you are enlisted. If you want to have children or make any sort of life plans, then you will have to put all of that on hold while you are jerked away from home time and time again at the whims of someone who happens to have a star or a few on his shoulders. Nobody will ever offer you an explanation, and nobody will give you the respect or courtesy to recognize that you are a human being.

Just don’t do it.

Extra Credits and Disappointment

Extra Credits. What can I say about them? For the longest time, I held the team in high regard. They love games, and the gaming industry, and it shows. Their passion for games is a beacon in the dark when people want to attack gamers and make them out to be juvenile, hateful creatures who just live in their parents’ basement. Well, it was a beacon, anyway.

I found out that EC is against GamerGate. And they didn’t even manage to have a good justification for it – they ended up stating that the movement was “harmful.” Seriously? Did you even do any research, Dan? James? Did you bother to look up anything other than the words of Sarkeesian, Wu, or the other anti-GG top brass? Did you investigate the multiple incidences where those same people harassed themselves to make the pro-GG side look bad? Because I figured, of all the organizations that existed to critically examine games, you would have spent a little time doing that research. But instead, you just jumped on the Social Justice Warrior / Feminism bandwagon and didn’t manage to critically examine anything.

I’m sad. I want to recommend your videos, and seminars, to my friends. To the people I game with. I want to enjoy what you have to say because, for the most part, it does ring true. But now, I can’t. Not in good faith – not knowing that you would ally yourselves with the worst kind of liars, harassers, and manipulative frauds that I have ever seen.

It was nice knowing you, Extra Credits.

Origin and Customer Non-Service

So tonight I went on to Origin because I wanted to pick up and play a few games. Well, I got an interesting notice: My account was banned because of a ToS violation. Now, see, if I had actually violated the ToS I would be ok just accepting the ban and moving on with life … but here’s the problem.


I support GamerGate

So I have been reading for the last couple months about this new trend called GamerGate. It is a movement of people who are against the blatant corruption and lying and politics in the gaming industry, where people can get good reviews, publication, and protection from criticism just because of their connections or sex. In short, GamerGate is for ethics in journalism.

Now, this interests me greatly. As an avid anti-Feminist, pro-equity individual, I support all people being treated equitably. This means that everyone should have the same ability to succeed as the next person: Advantages and disadvantages may differ, but everyone should have the support structures they need to succeed if they are willing to put in the effort – and the same ability to fail if they don’t. GamerGate is a great example of that, where people are just asking for fair treatment and equal coverage and exposure of the good and bad in the gaming industry. To oppose the equitable treatment of people, regardless of sex, gender, race, age, etc. is to oppose the very foundation of equality and equity among the people of the world.

To summarize: I support GamerGate, and wish the movement the best of luck in achieving their goals. Too many have capitulated to the dangerous machine that is Feminism and the Social Justice Movement, and I hope beyond hope that GamerGate is able to, and does, stand up tall among those who are being harassed and harmed by the Feminist/SJW movements as a beacon of hope and strength.

Game on!


So I’m a bit excited. I’m heading off to BronyCon today, with my friend Morgan. I hope that things go seamlessly and we’re able to pick up our badges and get checked into the hotel room with minimal amounts of fuss or BS to go along with it – we should – and then we can relax and have a good weekend up there.

He intends to do a fair bit of drinking and partying, whereas me? I just want to go to events and hang out and look at the stuff. It’s going to be a rich tapestry of creativity and fun, and I fully intend on immersing myself in it as much as I can get away with.

Here’s hoping for a great weekend, and I’ll see y’all when I get back!

Don’t give up.

So this is a story all ’bout how- no. Let’s not. What this is, well, it’s a story about success. My personal success. See, I went for a run today, and a memory popped into my head and it triggered a desire to offer it out to the world – or maybe just the one, slightly overweight, out of shape, lonely kid who tries so hard but wonders deep down why he, or she, shouldn’t just give up. The one who thinks, “Nobody knows what I’m going through,” and who hears, “You’ll never make it,” from everyone they really need support from.


What is this, I don’t even…?

Here’s the history of this post: The video, and then the response.