It’s one thing to pontificate, but quite another to be sitting in the middle of the desert practicing your own advice. Over the past decade and a half, I’ve tried to share lessons on how to stay a little safer when dealing with the daily dose of the sorrow known as life. One or two
It is said that all good things must come to an end and, in that regard, I have now ended my watch for the last time. A few weeks ago I marked off-duty, took off the uniform and suddenly felt drained, relieved, excited, nostalgic, hopeful, and even unburdened. To my great relief, I didn’t feel
There you are, steely eyed dealer of death, walking through the doors of your local Stop-N-Rob when you observe some low-life puke holding a gun on the clerk. Uh-oh. What shall we do? If you’re like me, your first thought would be to immediately “un-ass” the area and place a couple of ZIP codes between
Welcome to 2015: now go spit on the nearest cop. That is what a certain segment within America would apparently love to see happen. The mass media won’t explicitly support you, but they’ll certainly feature your story on the front page. If the cop then happens to arrest you and you get scuffed up in
Can we just stop all this surviving for a minute or two? I’ve decided that the most overused word in the English language has changed from “tactical” then to “extreme” and now finally to “survival.” As Exhibit A, take a look at the cable television schedule. Every program that isn’t about talentless wealthy people having
Well, I hope you’re happy: the EMP event has finally occurred, widespread looting and race wars have started, zombies have risen from the grave, Canada has invaded the U.S., dogs and cats are living together in sin, and your mother-in-law just announced she’s moving in for six months. It’s time to bug out. You quickly
You’re motoring happily along, singing to the radio with the wind in your hair when it happens. The problem could be the result of road rage, a kidnapping for ransom attempt, a disgruntled former lover, or some nasty entanglement with organized crime. Regardless, someone in another vehicle appears intent on making this your final drive.
Just look at you—packing a great gun, been to dozens of classes, got a highly tactical backpack covered in cool morale patches and, best of all, you really know how to “talk the talk.” But I wonder: Can you “do it”? Get your mind out of the gutter. I mean, do you possess the internal
Like everyone else in the world, I’ve been cussing and discussing the Newtown, Connecticut school shooting of December 2012. In case you’ve been living under a large boulder for the past several months, a deranged young man killed his mother, then went to a nearby elementary school and proceeded to murder 26 people. Twenty of
Society has changed so much. Today we are more accepting of differing viewpoints and even tolerate lifestyles that a few years ago would have been hidden deep from view. Fortunately, this acceptance of what used to be considered strange, odd or even immoral now gives me the freedom to share my own secret with everyone.