Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Wolves: Helping Put The Hunt Back Into Hunting

An overabundance of elk and deer has negative consequences to the habitat that sustains elk, deer and other wildlife. Herds kept in check by wild predators are healthier herds.

Everything hunters claim to love about elk and deer -- their speed, their agility, their intelligence, their wariness -- came about through co-adaptation and co-evolution with predators. Wolves helped make elk and deer what they are. You can't love elk and deer without loving wolves.You can't love the wilds while hating a critical component of the wilds -- a wild animal that is the very essence of wildness.

The return of wolves has brought wildness back in elk and deer, and wild elk and deer are difficult to hunt; it takes knowledge, skill and effort -- traits sadly lacking in most modern-day hunters. Most hunters have no clue how to hunt. Instead of trying to learn, they blame wolves for their lack of skill, knowledge and effort.

Most hunters are obsessed with the latest gadgets and technology -- rifles, bows, scopes, ballistics, camouflage patterns, scents, calls, trail-cameras, ATVs and so on -- and forget that hunting equipment is meant to compliment skill and knowledge, not replace it. They seem to know little about the wildlife and wild places they hunt. They seem to lack respect for the wildlife and wild places they hunt. They think they are hunters.

We need more hunters, and less ignorant people walking around the woods with bows and rifles. We need to put hunters and the hunt back into hunting.

Instead of persecuting wild wolves, let's be grateful for wild wolves for helping to put the hunt back into hunting.

Friday, November 20, 2015

"Irony Tortures My Mind" -- Dave Stalling

In response to a post today by a friend on Facebook I replied, in part: “It is difficult to keep up with stupidity at the speed of sound. Stupidity at the speed of sound! . . . There's a scientific term for it: G.O.P.”

I felt pretty clever and smug.

“Stupidity at the speed of sound!” 

It's the sort of quote that, in the future, people will use when they create and post memes (or the equivalent of what memes may be in the future) featuring a photo of me with a contemplative look with the words:

“Stupidity at the speed of sound!” – Dave Stalling

The quote would be listed, on alphabetized quote lists (under “search by writer's name”) between the names John Steinbeck and Mark Twain (if the letter “a” didn’t become before the letter “e” in the alphabet).

Or so I arrogantly thought.

I cautiously Googled it before claiming it. “Stupidity at the speed of sound!” About 9,520,000 results. (In fairness to me, I didn’t find any others with an exclamation point!) But I felt stupid.

I felt stupid!

Is that irony? Or the karma from my arrogance?

And then it hit me: Karma from arrogance is ironic!

Irony is the karma of arrogance!

Why is this so critically important? People have been fighting over the meaning of irony since God forbid Adam and Eve to eat an apple,  even though he later let his son feed the multitudes. 

Or is that hypocrisy?

See what I mean? I have searched far and wide for a good definition of irony to no avail. (I did once have the thought that a definition of irony that is unknowingly not really irony is -- in itself -- sort of ironic.) 

Or is it? 

In “Reality Bites,” Winona Ryder, applying for a newspaper job, is stumped when asked to “define irony.” Ryder replies, “Well, I can’t really define irony. . . but I know it when I see it.”

And I know a good definition of Irony when I see it -- particularly when I came up with it.  

Irony is the karma of arrogance! 

For now on when stoned people argue all night about what irony means (which, in general, are the only times people usually argue all night about what irony means), they will conclude: “Well, the best definition I have heard comes from Dave Stalling: ‘Irony is the karma of arrogance.’”

Pretty cool, huh?

It's the sort of quote that, in the future, people will use when they create and post memes (or the equivalent of what memes may be in the future) featuring a photo of me with a contemplative look accompanied by the words:

“Irony is the karma of arrogance” – Dave Stalling

Before I got too excited I cautiously Googled it.
“Irony is the karma of arrogance” Nothing!  (I did find, “Irony of karma,” and “arrogance and karma,” and even “Karma, keeping your arrogance in check.” But no “Irony is the karma of arrogance!”)

So I’ve got this one! I am the Force Recon of writing.

Which may sound arrogant -- and it is -- which is ironic, considering I came up with it because I felt stupid for thinking I had come up with “Stupidity at the speed of sound.”  Ironically, it turned out to be good karma, not the bad karma of arrogance I first thought it was -- and which most arrogant people will ironically think it means.

Stoners will argue about this all night.  I have been arguing with myself about it all night. I conclude that the best definition I have heard comes from me, Dave Stalling: ‘Irony is the karma of arrogance.’” 

Which seems narcissistic. And it is.

“The toxic mix of irony, karma and arrogance ignites into narcissism!”

Yes! I am on a roll tonight.

“Give me irony or give me death!”  -- Dave Stalling
“That which does not kill us makes us stronger; which is ironic!” – Dave Stalling
“Necessity is the mother of irony!” – Dave Stalling

It’s getting late.

I am hungry.

We Can Do Both!

Tuesday, November 17, 2015


Fortunately, despite all the dire warnings, gays have yet to destroy America and Ebola has not killed us all off. Turns out, it was just more paranoid, fear-mongering "sky is falling" insanity. 

Now Chicken Little is back:

"SYRIAN REFUGEES are coming! . . . SYRIAN REFUGEES are coming!"

I hate to ruin a good fear-mongering panic party, but . . .

According to the Bureau of Population, Refugees, and Migration, of the three million refugees admitted to the United States since 1975 (785,000 since 9/11), about a dozen have been removed due to security concerns. Guess how many have been charged with domestic terrorism since 9/11?

Zero. None.

That's right. Of the nearly 750,000 refugees who have taken up residence in the U.S. since 9/11, none have been arrested on charges of domestic terrorism.

Zero. None.

In fact, the data show that most violent extremists in the U.S. are actually natural-born U.S. citizens.

Natural born U.S. citizens!

Yet more than half our nation's governors are now saying they will not allow Syrian Refugees into their states. And why are we so so afraid? Because one of the ISIS terrorists involved in the horrific attack in Paris may have been a Syrian refugee. Maybe. His refugee documents may also have been forged.

One out of about 25,000 Syrian refugees who entered France may have been a terrorist who participated in a terrorist attack.


Regardless, the United States has a far more thorough and rigid vetting process than France for accepting refugees, particularly from the Middle East. The process can take up to two years. Some refugees from the Middle East have difficulty providing documents, which is why the director of the FBI recently said it can be challenging. But if they do not provide proper documentation, they are not allowed in.

It is far quicker, easier, more efficient, more effective, more tactical and more likely for terrorists to sneak into the United States from other nations, using different methods . . . not posing as Syrian Refugees. As the Department of Homeland Security puts it:

"The refugee resettlement program is the least likely avenue for a terrorist to choose. Refugees who are selected for resettlement to the United States go through a painstaking, many-layered review before they are accepted. The FBI, Department of Homeland Security, State Department, and national intelligence agencies independently check refugees’ biometric data against security databases. The whole process typically takes 18-24 months, with high hurdles for security clearance."

Yeah, yeah . . . it's a statement from the government; it can't be trusted! Yet the facts seem to back the claims:

From 2008-2013 the United States accepted about 30,000 refuges from Somalia, a country that rates far higher than Syria on the FBI's "terrorist index" because it is home to Al-Qaeda affiliate Al-Shabaab, which has launched multiple attacks in Kenya and called earlier this year for terrorist attacks against malls in the U.S. In 2013, the U.S. accepted about 34,000 refugees (more than half from Iraq) from countries ranking higher on the FBI's terrorist index than Syria.

How many resulted in terrorist attacks or even arrests for attempted terrorism?

Zero. None.

Yet we are going to refuse safe refuge to the brutalized victims of a brutal terrorist state we helped create and strengthen through our ignorance?

What else to expect from a nation in which Duck Dynasty, Honey Boo Boo and Meet the Kardashians receive high TV viewer numbers and ratings.

Let's hope no one ever claims that gay Syrian refugees with Ebola are coming across the border from Mexico -- our nation would implode with stupidity.

I fear ignorance is the greatest threat of all to the United States of America.


A Guest Blog by Henerey Hawk

As I sat silently in the dark I could see them -- not too far in front of me. There were at least six Muslim men, donning dark beards and wearing turbans, most carrying AK47s, one holding what appeared to be an RG-6 grenade launcher, and all of them walking slowly in front of a Soviet T-72 battle tank undoubtedly seized from an Iraqi Army in retreat. Islamic State terrorists! No doubt about it, likely out seeking to seize and behead. I could hear bombs and gunfire in the distant background. They were getting perilously close, but I patiently waited to see the whites of their eyes, if Muslims even have whites in their eyes, which I doubt, but nevertheless . . . I waited  . . .

. . . And then, at what seemed a blink of an eye, there was a woman -- a beautiful, blonde, big-breasted woman -- scantily clad in a stars and stripes bikini, sitting in a hot tub in the back of a red, white and blue pickup truck driven by a bull rider on an aircraft carrier beneath the Statue of Liberty with fireworks going off. I shit you not! And she was eating a big, fat, juicy-looking cheese burger topped with a hot dog and potato chips, apparently called a “Thickburger” from Carl’s Jr.  It looked amazing!  Well . . . except for the view of the New York City skyline behind her, seeming tragically empty without the iconic Twin Towers, now gone forever thanks to the incompetence of Obama.

But it reminded me of how hungry I was. I hadn’t eaten for nearly half an hour. I remember I still had some rations remaining, leftovers from an earlier expedition to McDonalds. I slowly got up from my recliner chair, careful not to make any quick moves, turned off the TV, and cautiously moved through the dark towards the kitchen careful not to bump into the table and chairs that potentially obstructed my movement. I grabbed a Bud Lite and leftover Freedom fries from the fridge and moved towards the safety and security of my weapon – my Corsair K95 RGB Keyboard. A mechanical keyboard with customizable per-key backlighting, stylish aluminum design, detachable wrist rest, dozens of programmable options and customizable lighting modes it’s without a doubt one of the most deadly, effective and efficient keyboards available. It has a maximum effective range of  . . . well, anywhere in the world where there's internet . . . and can fire off 120 harsh, rude words-per-minute in the hands of a highly-skilled, well-trained typist.

While waiting for my computer to boot up, I closed my eyes and repeated my creed:

This is my keyboard. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My keyboard is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. My keyboard, without me, is useless. Without my keyboard, I am useless. I must type on my keyboard quickly. I must type faster than the socialist libtards who are trying to insult me. I must insult and block them before they insult and block me. I will. . .

My keyboard and I know that what counts in verbiage warfare is not how many words we type, the accuracy of those words, or correct spelling, grammar and punctuation. We know that it is the insults that count. We will insult . . .

My keyboard is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strengths, its parts, its accessories, and where the backspace and escape keys are. I will learn QWERTY. I will keep my keyboard clean from food crumbs and beer spills and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will . . .

Before God, I swear this creed. My keyboard and I are the defenders of ‘Murica. We are the masters of the socialist libtards. We are the saviors of the Constitution, the Bible, the vision of our founding fathers and our nation’s Christian principles.  

So be it, until victory is ‘Murica's and there are no socialist libtards, but Jesus!

I boldly logged into the front lines of Facebook and wasted no time. I hit ’em hard and I hit ‘em fast; "shock an awe" is my motto! Kicking ass and making memes!

“Time to BOMB THE SHIT out of these goat-loving Muslim Islam communists and ERADICATE them from the face of the planet!” I posted. “I’ll be happy to introduce these socialist fascist bastards to their 72 virgins!”


It was quiet . . . TOO quiet.

So I quickly followed up by posting a potent meme with a photo of American hero General George Patton with words: “Think like a warrior! We have to kill not only the Muslims but the liberals that let them into our country. We are at war to save the Republic. We must eradicate the problem and its cause.”
BAM! In your face libtards!

My comrade Jim Bob from Alabama replied. “Right on bro! Fuck Muslims and Obama Islam lovers!”

“We need to nuke them!” replied my friend Bucky B. from Georgia.

"If we didn't have a Muslim POTUS from Kenya the Marines would all be over there now, kickin' ass and taking Muslim names!" wrote my buddy Buddy from Pennsylvania. "And I'd be there with them, kicking MUSLIM ISLAM ASS . . . if I hadn't hurt my damn ankle in a softball game last week."

Believe me, in tense situations like this, it's good to know that your Facebook friends have your back!

And then it happened.  A “friend” I don’t really know -- likely "friended" through libtard relatives -- wrote this:

“Huh? Seriously? There’s so much inaccurate information in your ridiculous bigoted posts I do not even know where to begin in addressing them.”

Again, I hit hard and fast:

“Oh surprise, surprise . . . a NObama-loving libtard crawls out of his hole to defend Muslim terrorists and hate America!”

“Dude, I was an Army Ranger, I did two tours in Afghanistan and a tour in Iraq,” he replied.

“Oh,” I write. “Thank you for your service!”

“Thanks,” he wrote. “Who did you serve with?”

“I wanted to go in the service,” I replied. “I would have joined the Marines!  But I had other priorities at the time . . . I needed to go to college so I could get a good job and make a lot of money. But I am ready to go now! Unfortunately, the recruiters say I am too old. But I would. I really would. . . And I would kick some serious Muslim ass dude! I would kill all those motherfucking ragheaded Islam Muslims!”

“Um . . . okay. Wow! It’s a pretty complex situation over there, I don’t think your lies, simplifications, misconceptions, hate and bigotry are going to help much,” he replied.

“I say KILL THEM ALL and let God sort it out!,” I wrote. 

He replied: “Whose God, theirs or ours?” 

I took swift, immediate action. My two index fingers seemed to move on their own, instinctively. My years of rigorous training in typing classes at the Parochial Boys Military Academy were paying off.  

“Typical Libtard,” I wrote. “You sound more like a faggot than a Ranger. Drag your Hillary-loving ass back into the Barry HUSSEIN NObama zone you came from and let REAL AMERICANS deal with these communist Muslim goat-fucking assholes!”

And then I rapidly blocked him! (Thanking him one more time, of course, for his service before I did.)

One down! Enemy libtard neutralized!  

But I was hungry and exhausted. I moved stealthfully to the fridge and grabbed another Bud Lite and a leftover Super Patriot American Cheeseburger and silently settled back into my recliner.

I knew I had a long night ahead of me, and so for now I rested . . .

Henerey Hawk is an American Patriot and blogger living in Foghorn, Texas.  “Bomb The Shit Out of Them! (A War Story)” is excerpted from Hawk’s recently published book, “Tales From The Homefront: Fighting Terrorism and Libtards One Letter at a Time,” Fox News Press, 2015.   

NOTE: If you support the bold, patriotic efforts of courageous men like Henerey Hawk -- risking carpal tunnel syndrome so America can be made great again -- please urge your Congressional representatives to get them the support they desperately need.  These brave patriots are in dire need of updated computer gear and accessories as well as necessary training in spelling, grammar and punctuation.