Friday, March 30, 2012

The novel gun-owners have been waiting for.

A novel written by a gun-owner.

A novel about gun-owners in which they are seen for the real people they are--hard-working, taxpaying people with lifestyles and interests as diverse as any other demographic rather than the "good ol' redneck beer-swilling skirt-chasing Bubba boys" so many other novels portray them to be.

A novel in which the absolute importance of the Second Amendment is shown in an inarguable example of our nation's original and first line of defense against "all enemies, foreign and domestic."

A novel that shows the enemies of freedom, both inside the U.S. and outside for who they truly are.

A novel in which it's not a super-hero government commando past or present special forces CIA bullet-proof character that repels the most serious threat ever lodged against Americans, but average ordinary everyday Americans who legally carry firearms.

On April 15th, the novel will be available for purchase online at, Barnes & Noble, Copia, the Apple iBookstore, the Reader Store (for Sony's e-reader), Kobo, Gardner', and Baker and Taylor as well as at selected pro-gun and pro-Second Amendment websites.

From the review stack (reviews from actual gun-owners who were chosen at random for advance proof copies):

Thoroughly enjoyed the book, will be purchasing copies for family and friends. I am a avid reader not many books get me unable to put down. Fine effort developing all the arguments against gun control.

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Above Reproach captures the heart of real Americans—loving freedom and being willing to do whatever needs to be done in order to preserve it. If this doesn't make your heart pump red, white, and blue, nothing will!

This book grabs you, and quickly pulls you deep into it's pages. An all too realistic look at what can, and very well may happen in this country in the near future. A strong statement on why every responsible citizen should be armed. Once you read this book, you will never leave the house unarmed again!

You've done a bang-up job rolling some of this nations toughest problems into a story that mirrors the thoughts and concerns of patriotic conservative citizens across this country, in a story that carries real life consequence for all of us.

To say that "Above Reproach" is a good read does not do this book justice! A page turner from the start to the end! Highly recommend this to any supporter of the Second Amendment!
An excerpt from the book:

Darren Holt raised his .357 magnum and drew a sight picture on the Middle Eastern man who had just pulled out an SKS rifle from his equipment bag. “Drop it!” he yelled, holding his weapon in the classic Weaver stance. The terrorist looked at Holt, then looked quickly around him as another burst of automatic weapons fire erupted. Looking straight back at Holt, the student raised his rifle and began to move the muzzle towards—
A thunderous double-tap knocked the SKS-wielding terrorist to the ground. Holt lowered his gun and along with two of his teammates, raced around the backstop to the other side of the baseball diamond where they’d heard the last burst of gunfire. Just when they were abeam the first-base dugout, they heard a pop-pop-pop-pop that Holt recognized all too well. Instinctively ducking, he followed the source of the sound and saw a sixty-ish year-old man holding a Glock pistol, and in front of him was one of the gun-toting terrorists, laying dead with a fully automatic AK-47 in front of him. Behind him in the parking lot, Holt heard four loud shots and wheeled around to see a young female student holding a small five-shot revolver. In front of her was the third dark-complexioned young man, also on the ground and dead with an AK-47 still in his hands.
Holt looked around and surveyed the scene. Local citizens everywhere had their guns out looking for danger. The older man with the Glock had put it back in his holster underneath his loose shirttails. Holt walked over to the young female, who was clutching her revolver with a death grip and shaking. “Are you okay?” he asked her gently.
“I-I-I-saw h-h-h-him just shoot those two people in cold blood,” the young woman stammered, on the verge of breaking down. “I had my gun out and then he saw me and turned towards me and, and, and—”
“You did the right thing, ma’am,” Holt assured her, gently taking the young lady’s gun from her. It still held one more live round, he saw upon checking the cylinder. “Let’s sit down for a minute, I’m a little shaky, too.” Flipping his cell phone on, Holt called for his wife to come over with the boys. All around him, local citizens were forming a protective ring around the ballpark. Somebody he didn’t know came up to him.
“You okay, buddy?” the stranger asked, handing Holt a bottle of Gatorade.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he said, gulping down half the bottle. “Did someone call the police?”
“I did, as soon as I first heard the shooting,” the man said. “Did anyone besides the bad guys get shot?”
“Two old folks, over there,” Holt pointed, looking around him for his wife and boys.
“Dad!” one of his kids yelled. “Daddy! Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Holt assured the ten-year-old, mussing up his hair. Even though he was an avid sport shooter, hunter and reloader, he never thought he’d ever have to fire a weapon in anger, not here in Lubbock, Texas.
Finally the sirens could be heard, along with the wails of ambulances. Reaching over to the young lady who’d shot the last bad guy, he gently put his arm around her shoulders. She was no longer trembling. “The police are coming. Everything will be all right now,” he assured her, not realizing how foolish that sounded.
The college student turned and looked at Holt. “My mom argued with my dad over me having a gun. She was against it, big time. But for once, thank God, my dad refused to give in. I’d be dead if he had,” she said, pointing to the airweight revolver still in Holt’s hand. “That guy,” she said, motioning towards the dead terrorist she had shot, “was going to kill me and I don’t even know why.”

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  © 2012 J.D. Kinman

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

A picture is worth a thousand race riots.

Unbiased media?

Question for the race-baiters leadership: Why isn't THIS being shown?

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

New company policy: We are not hiring until Obama is gone.

Hey, how about that hope and change?

I find it funny, in a macabre sort of way, that coming up on four years later, the diehard liberals (translation: absolute idiots) are still wanting to blame George W Bush for the nation's unemployment woes.

Even with the Obama administration constantly weasling around with the stats (ie, dropping those who are no longer eligible to file for monthly unemployment claims from the statistics, intentionally adjusting then falsifying season hiring criteria for statistical purposes, etc), unemployment is a big problem for the Socialist Party, er, excuse me. . . the Democrat Party.

I'm trying to recall. . . I never saw a sign that said, "New company policy: We are not hiring until Bush is gone."

I recall hearing a bunch of Hollywood asses like Baldwin and Sarandon PROMISING to leave the country if Bush was elected, then promising again if he was elected to a second term.

Last I smelled, both Baldwin and Sarandon were still polluting the ozone layer above Hollywood.

I don't recall seeing signs that read, "New company policy: We are not buying any overpriced gasoline until Bush is gone."

And so on and so on.

Read the story here, and pay attention to some of the comments from actual business owners. Students and OWS losers can whine and bitch all they want, but the fact is, small business IS the backbone of America and Small Business is on a hiring freeze until Mr. When We Spread The Wealth Around It's A Good Thing is gone.

Business in America is hurting. Businesses in America are hurting. Small businesses in America are being crippled by our government, led by a community organizer who couldn't organize a one-Kenyan horseshoe tournament, let alone a group of advisers with REAL WORLD BUSINESS EXPERIENCE. Spoonfed CEOs like that jackoff from General Electric don't cut it

Monday, March 26, 2012

This changes nothing--and a proposal regarding the New Black Panthers.

Glad that some more facts are coming out in the Trayvon Martin/George Zimmerman fiasco.

It seems that unlike the portrayals by the rabble-rousing asshole Al Sharpton and other race-baiters of his stinking ilk, little Trayvon Marin wasn't quite the angelic altar boy they portrayed him out to be.

He was in the midst of a four-day suspension from school because of possession of drugs, according to the Miami Herald. Another report claims this was his second suspension from as many high schools in as many years.

There are some stories circulating with links that allegedly show Trayvon Martin's "gangsta alias" profiles on MySpace and Twitter and Facebook. Lots of pictures of guns, his tattoos (autopsy report should show conclusively how many--if any--tattoos Martin had) and comments.

If true, Martin was no angel. Sad, because other links to sites hosted by his (alleged) family members show a pretty typical All-American family. Unfortunately, good kids sometimes go bad. Our jails and prisons--and cemeteries--are full of such examples.

But recent reports are also showing something else about the Zimmerman/Martin incident.

It seems that according to witnesses, Zimmerman was getting his butt kicked.

But this changes nothing.

The facts are, and always will be, Zimmerman was in his SUV and had a cell phone and his gun. He was in direct contact with the police. He was in absolutely zero danger.

He chose, willingly, to exit his vehicle and accost Martin. Zimmerman put his own well-being at risk.

It is my sincere hope that any closet "hero-wannabe" who has their CHL and fantasizes about chasing down bad guys learns something from this case.

Now, for the New Black Panthers who put out a bounty on Zimmerman. . .

I propose a bounty be put on the head of every single active member of the New Black Panthers. And if a member of the black community itself turns one of these racist alpha-hotels in, then I propose the reward be tripled.

Never forget that such groups like the New Black Panthers, the Ku Klux Klowns, Aryan Nazikooks and other race-baiting hate-groups exist to divide--not unite.

And never forget that the mainstream media will always give them attention and coverage if it means or presents the opportunity to cause yet more controversy and division between the races.

People of ALL races are smarter that than. Do not fall prey to the antics of those who make their living by creating, stirring up and feeding hate, division and controversy.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

If you go looking for trouble. . .

George Zimmerman apparently wanted to be a cop.

He found out, the hardest way of all, it ain't so easy--and sure as hell isn't like the bullshit you see on all these equally bullshit "reality" TV shows like Cops and SWAT and other such crap.

Welcome to the real world, George.

For anyone, besides me, who has been living in a cave for the past few weeks, George Zimmerman is the guy who chased, confronted, fought and then shot a sixteen-year-old kid by the name of Trayvon Martin.

This happened in a popular third world resort town's suburb, Sanford, Florida, just outside of Orlando, Florida just south of the United States of America.

Anyone familiar with the story already knows all the details and "facts" as reported by the drive-by, race-baiting media. I won't bore you with those.

What's important for those of us who have CHLs (Concealed Handgun Licenses for the pacifist liberal readers) is that the old adage of "If you go looking for trouble, you'll probably find it" was once again born out to be true in this case.

Zimmerman saw something, he called 9-1-1. Great. End of story. He did his job as a concerned citizen playing watchdog for his gated community. Should've stopped while he was ahead.

Unless Trayvon Martin drew down on Zimmerman or decided to rush Zimmerman's SUV or something else, Zimmerman wasn't in any danger. He had a gun and a phone. Good enough--and hell, he was on the phone to 9-1-1 who told him to hang around and wait for a (real) cop.

Nobody was dying.

A CHL is not a license to go hunting. It's a license to defend yourself, lethally, from the hunters--those criminals and psychopaths and human sewage who prey on (seemingly) innocent and (seemingly) defenseless people.

I've had several "licenses" to carry firearms during the course of my life. The first was when I was in the military. Go figure. The second was when I was in law enforcement. Go figure. I now have a CHL as a private citizen and I have about as much interest in going around hunting bad guys as I do in being a research subject for some new strain of syphilis.

Been there, done that. Hunting bad guys, that is, not the other.

Hell, it was scary enough kicking doors and peering around corners of houses and going up stairs and into dark rooms looking for bad guys--even when I had other law enforcement folks with me.

Why in the bloody blue hell would I want to voluntarily do that on my own simply because I have a license to legally carry a firearm?

In Texas, I have the right to defend myself, my family AND my property using lethal force.  I'll do it, too, if I have to. But what I won't do is see some schmuck rummaging around the neighborhood and then go chasing him down and doing the Sergeant Joe Friday dragnet routine. My taxes pay our cops to do that. And even though they rarely do a very good job at it, I ain't doing it anymore.

I'm all for neighborhood watch groups. In one myself. I walk the Doberman at various times during the day in our little development and know most of the folks who live here. However, this is still America and I don't know them all, nor do I know all of their friends or relatives which means I'm not going to be dialing 9-1-1 everytime I see someone I don't know. In America, you're (for the time being) still free to come and go as you please pretty much wherever you please.

Message to Zimmerman: This is still America, son. You want to go chase bad guys, here's what you do.

You lose some weight, get yourself in shape and go join the United States Marine Corps--the best outfit in the world for chasing down bad guys and taking care of business.

But something tells me that you wouldn't make it past four or five nights on the Island, which would be good for the Corps.

In the meantime, you dickhead, your stupid-ass antics are making life a bit more difficult for millions of law-abiding CHL holders who have no aspirations to play hero. Thanks to you, we're being judged as though we're all of your challenged IQ and abilities.

Thanks a lot, asshole.

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Public schools. Shut 'em down.

Whoever wins/survives the November dictator/king/czar election needs to dismantle the Department of Education.

Of course, if the Communist Party wins, they'll add to it because today's public schools are achieving the manifest.

This video from a college professor in Florida says it all and is THE most compelling argument for shutting down every public school in America, bulldozing them, and throwing at least nine out of ten teachers and administrators in jail.

Or, export them to Cuba or Russia or France or other socialist countries where they'll obviously be much happier.

To the percentage of today's youth who are not a part of this parasitic entitlement mentality group, my advice to you is you better damn well do anything and everything you can to set yourself apart from your leeching comrades.

In talking with other employers, we all agree: When we see young people coming in today to apply/interview for a job, our first impression is of the stereotypical Generation Y entitlement individual, and that means your interview starts off rocky and uphill.

Watch the short video. It says it all.

The professor is dead on correct. This is the kind of garbage our public schools and socialist government is perpetrating on the American citizenry.

I'd write more, but I'm off to raise some hell with my elected assholes to push (again) for private school vouchers and tax breaks for those parents who home-school.

Monday, March 12, 2012

Saturday, March 10, 2012

For fear, or want, of a penis.

Gloria Allred.

What a whack job.

I didn't think it possible, but Allred gives feminists a worse name and rep than they already have.

Her latest diatribe is in screeching to some state's attorney somewhere or the other in south Florida about having Rush Limbaugh arrested for calling Sandra Fluke a "slut."

Really. Really?

Let's think about this for a minute, and only a minute. Fluke is lobbying for free birth control supplies (pills, foam, inserts, sponges, condoms, IUDs, IEDs, blah blah blah) for women at Georgetown University.


It's a Catholic school and the Catholics believe in abstaining from doing the Wild Thing until which time they are married.

So, if they/she (them/Fluke) are running around having scaddles of sexual encounters--and obviously unprotected sex if they all agree they can't afford for birth control without the university paying for it--and they're not married, then by definition. . .

If it walks like a duck, quacks like a duck, swims like a duck (or f-bombs) like a duck. . .

But what about Bill Maher and his calling Sarah Palin the c-word? Allred is strangely silent, or maybe it's not so strange after all.

Personally, I think Gloria Allred, like most feminists of her ilk, harbor some mixed and confused notions that on one hand have them wishing they had a penis, but on the other hand, fearing any man who DOES have a penis.

Which is obviously why she is not afraid of Bill Maher.

He qualifies on both notions.

Friday, March 9, 2012

Seven advertisers that we, as conservatives, can live without.

Last week I posted about the Sandra Fluke mess and a week later, I'm not the least bit remorseful over it.

She's a freeloading, typical liberal. She got a degree in "Feminist, Gender, & Sexuality Studies" from Cornell, along with a degree in "Policy Analysis and Management."

Policy Analysis and Management? There's a friggin' degree in THAT? That's almost as amazing as a degree in Feminist Gender crap.

And these losers wonder why their future is in the cardboard huts occupied by the Occupy Wall Street sewage?

And since the freeloading President of Reproductive Rights (???) at age 30 can't find a real job anywhere else, aka a public sector job, she trots to a Catholic University and then begins demanding free birth control.

What the fornication has our country come to?

Even worse, what the fornication has our BUSINESSES come to?

Rush Limbaugh illustrated the absurdity of Fluke's absurdity and the feminists and squat-to-urinate males species of the nation had a collective PMS menstrual cycle.

And what do liberals do. . . what CAN liberals do?

They call for boycotts.

Liberals have to call on others to boycott because the vast majority of liberals are hypocrites when it comes to their own money. They prefer to tell me how to spend my money on issues, while they donate little to nothing to the very causes they ram down our throats.

Joe Biden is their poster child, along with Al Gore in his limos and private jets while lecturing the world about so-called greenhouse effects.

So the liberals begin twitting and tweeting and seven advertisers sit up and make it clear that they value the opinions of left-leaning socialists who favor more government handouts, higher franchise/business taxes, more regulatory controls over businesses, internet taxes, etc etc. . .

These seven advertisers have got to be seven of the biggest dumbasses there are. They are:


• Quicken Loans

• Sleep Train

• Sleep Number

• Citrix Systems Inc.

• Carbonite

• LegalZoom

Word had it that AOL was going to pull their advertising from Limbaugh as well. What a hoot--the same bankrupt company that bought the ultra-liberal Huffington Post.

I ordered from ProFlowers twice, and both times the flowers looked like hell, weren't delivered on time and there was no getting a refund. Offers of a discount on a future purchase. . .

We bought a Sleep Number bed when they were the fad. It sucked. Worst bed we've ever owned and it didn't even last six months in our house. Worse yet, we had to almost give it away because when we advertised it, too many OTHER people had either had similar experiences or heard about them. Maybe some folks like them, but they are nothing more than an overhyped air mattress.

LegalZoom? Yeah right. I'm going to trust my will and estate to an internet legal service. . . 'nuff said.

Carbonite going kinda bothers me, but I still didn't have any problem cancelling the accounts (one per computer in the house) we have with them and explaining exactly why.

Sometimes I like it when companies like the above "make their stand" because it FINALLY lets us know where they actually do stand, politically--and in this case, it is solidly with the far-left Democrats.

And that tells me all I need to know about them in terms of ever doing business with them.

Which is never again.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

So this Arab gets into a taxi. . .

(From the e-mail stack)

SO, this Arab gets into a taxi.

Once he is seated he asks the cab driver to turn off the radio "because he must not hear music as decreed by his religion and, in the time of the prophet, there was no music, especially Western music which is music of the infidel's and certainly no radio."

So the cab driver politely switches off the radio, stops the cab and opens the back door.

The Arab asks him: “Watt are you doing man?”

The cabby answers: “In the time of the prophet there were no taxis. So get the hell out and wait for a camel.”

Translation: If you don't like the way we do things here, get the hell out and go back home. Nobody made you come here, and for sure, nobody is making you stay.

Saturday, March 3, 2012

San Diego sports anchor is a complete ass.

Is it any wonder that the mainstream media's relevancy to the majority of Americans is waning faster than their ratings?

Scrolling through some headlines this morning, I saw where some schmuck at the San Diego Fox affiliate got suspended for calling Danica Patrick a bitch.

Of course, he apologized and said he "never meant it, really.

I call bravo-sierra.

At issue was a remark Patrick had made over wondering why the media, and the sports media in particular, always refer to female athletes as "sexy," and especially if they're competing in a sport traditionally dominated by men.


I'm kind of a Patrick fan, although if she were my daughter I wouldn't be too happy with some of the racy stuff she's produced. As a retired marketing guy, however, I know what sells to the very crowd she is appealing to.

Can't have it both ways.

On the other hand, I think she has a lot to learn about the real world, such as her remark about "leaving it up to the government to make good decisions for us." I disagree with that, a lot, but like many of you reading this, I also laced up a pair of combat boots and put on an ill-fitting uniform and helped defend Americans' rights to think as they please--even if I disagreed with it.

But more importantly, I also think the young lady has guts. Lots of them. If you disagree, strap an Indy car on your back and go racing 200+miles per hour with a bunch of other cars buzzing all around you at the same speed. Or, strap on a NASCAR stockcar and spend all afternoon making left turns in front of 200,000+ screaming fans and tens of millions more watching on the TV.

The Fox anchor in San Diego looks like a geek. Looks like a typical sports reporter--a sissified loser who could never rise to varsity ranks or stardom in high school athletics, or even MAKE the team (the norm), so they have to settle for writing about others' feats and accomplishments.

Right off the bat, envy and resentment shows through in their writing. This pencil-necked geek in San Diego is no exception.

The most action-packed driving he's probably ever done has been on the PCH highway, so naturally he feels qualified to comment on a professional race car driver who also happens to be quite beautiful.

Maybe Patrick's remarks about wishing to be called something other than sexy were confusing since she IS sexy--even moreso when she poses in bikinis and the such, but again, was it reason for this pissant anchor to call her a bitch?

Don't think so.

Justice in this case would be more than a week's suspension without pay. That's a vacation. No, justice would be Patrick's dad or brothers or boyfriend taking this geek out behind the station in front of the other geeks, knocking his ass on the ground until he cried, then asking him, "How do you like that, bitch?"

The mainstream media. May it just go away.

Friday, March 2, 2012

Who'd want to have sex with Sandra Fluke anyhow?

That was my first thought when I saw pictures of this rabble-rousing woman.

In case some of you haven't heard of her, Sandra Fluke is a law student (typical) who sought out Georgetown University (a Catholic school) for admission, then once in, started raising hell because Obama's "contraception rights" BS wasn't being followed.

She went on and on about how important sex was and birth control and reproductive rights, blah blah blah.

So, like any other red-blooded American male, I headed to the internet looking for pictures of this supposed babe who, from the way she presents herself, is perpetually more horny than a pack of Dallas middle-aged cougars grazing on cocktails at a midtown martini bar across from the local Gold's Gym.

I figured Sandra Fluke would be a babe. A cover girl for a condom advertising spread. Someone Hugh Hefner would drop millions on to get in his Playboy mansion.

But I remembered a popular line from the 70's about some of the more self-righteous women who were piously in everyone's face about abortion.

"What do those broads care? They're so ugly, nobody would want to (ahem, er, fornicate with) them anyhow."

Now oh yeah, that is a sexist statement, no doubt. It also sounds like it's pro-choice. But to a typically hormone-equipped young man in the 70's, it was really neither. Instead, it was just a simple observation.

Now some three-plus decades later, I'm still anti-abortion but find myself drawing the same analogy to this Sandra Fluke person.

Or, to put it another way, I think she's uglier than a batch of homemade soap gone bad. Uglier than an empty glass of buttermilk. Uglier than Death itself reading a Mad magazine in an outhouse basement.

I mean, this woman is approaching Nancy Pelosi ugly, and that's some serious ugly.

Yet, she wants Georgetown to spring for her "protection" against unprotected sex because she wants to have sex all the time?

I can see why.

She's probably never had much, and probably never with the same guy more than once.

In college, we used to call girls like Fluke "coyote dates." The reason was that if you got THAT drunk to where you woke up in the morning, and Fluke's head was resting on your arm, it was preferable to chew your own arm off and leave rather than risk awakening her and possibly having to do the "deed" again just to be able to grab your clothes and leave.

Fluke could be a recruiting poster for the AA 12-step program on college campi everywhere.

Yeah, I'm really sounding sexist here but I'm trying to make a point.

Fluke CHOSE a Catholic university. She KNEW what their moral standards were. She KNEW what their "health plans" were, etc. Yet she chose to apply and enroll for the sole purpose of raising hell about not being supplied condoms or little daily white pills or vaginal foam or sponges or whatever.

I don't recall anyone else at Georgetown University complaining over these things. Those that did simply dropped out and enrolled at universities more to their liking.

If a liberal looney tunes idiot like Fluke really wants to make a point, maybe she should try dropping a few pounds, doing a little wardrobe experimenting, do something with her hair and makeup and make herself a bit more sexually appealing if she wants to argue on behalf of free-range sex with "protection" sponsored, provided and paid for by a religious institution that disagrees adamantly with her.

But on the other hand, if I were the Georgetown head priest guy, I think I'd take pictures of Fluke and blow them up to poster size, then put them up in all the dorms and bars around campus.

The sight of Fluke and her supporters alone might do more for abstinence than one could ever imagine.

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Damn Spam.

Like a number of others, I removed the word-verify for posting comments.

The new captcha or gotcha or crapcha or whatever it is called is garbage.

Can't read it.

Can't read it, then you can't type it.

So I've been buried in spam. Filters are getting most of it--but it still appears in the e-mail box.

Such BS.

Way too much on my plate this week and next to deal with it.

Taking a short sabbatical.