Silly Survivalist Stuff
I was served up an ad for a $20 “survival kit” today, and it was full of the usual suspects. A tactical pen. A cheap folding knife. A single AA “tactical flashlight” and a compass that was slightly larger than…
50 Rounds And A Cloud Of Dust
Even though ammunition is starting to show up at places like my employer and other inferior locations on the web, prices are still really high. Worse still, they are never going to get “back to normal.” Most ammo manufacturers used…
I Don’t Want To Set The World On Fire
I just want to start a flame in your heart. I read a lot of Spire Christian Comics in my formative years. My parents didn't grow up with comic books, so they were unfamiliar with the genre, but these were…
Now You’re Cooking
“All magic is ‘Here’s a quarter, now it’s gone. You’re a jerk. Now it’s back. You’re an idiot. Show’s over.’”- Jerry Seinfeld There are two kinds of cooking shows: Those that show off the skill of the chef, and those…
Negative Response, Negative Growth
Stephen Gutowski rips off the bandage and shows us that NRA membership hasn't just been stagnant, it's actually been shrinking. In 2013, Lapierre first announced the group had reached five million members. He said the group had added half a…
Fight The Power
Every class at the Rangemaster Tactical Conference is chock-full of some of the tastiest personal defense training nuggets you can find. Three classes this year stood out in particular for me. Tim Chandler and Ashton Ray's shotgun class, (which will…
Hobbyist Horse
There’s a tendency among some firearms trainers to call people like me, who are passionate about firearms training, as “hobbyists.” Like many of my friends, I pursue firearms training for the sake of learning something new and honing the craft. We may…
Mind The Gap
Living in Florida means living with a lot of senior citizens, and these senior citizens, like pretty much everyone else these days, are concerned about their safety and are considering buying a gun for personal safety. On top of the…
No Mi Circo, No Mis Monos
I knew something was up the instant I drove into the parking lot of my neighborhood grocery store. There were three groups of people standing around in one lane of parking stalls. One couple was by a car, eyeing the…