| An essay written during a hunt, about hunting and hunters. Need I say more? |
| An essay written during a hunt, about hunting and hunters. Need I say more? |


DenunciationThe truth hurts, so it is said. Many will say it does; but who believes it for themselves?Denunciation
When you lie to yourself, the truth is a hurtful attack of jealousy, anger, or hatred. Especially in the art world. What has happened to people being humble? The answer lies before your eyes: social networking.
Social networking has contributed to the self-absorption that plagues the Western world and incessantly rears its head in the worst of manifestations. Day after day, hundreds of thousands, perhaps millions, comment and tweet their way into a self-celebrating personal status. Such a statement could be denounced as cynical


A Word on Hunting.Night closes in. I sit behind a small trunk, what was once a sizable cedar tree, my rifle laying in my lap. A cool breeze serves to keep me alert as my eyes audit the field of view before me. I am searching; waiting noiselessly and patiently with the only goal in mind to outsmart and outdo my quarry.A Word on Hunting.
When I do move, I do so slowly; and in fluid, smooth action; this appears far more natural to the eyes of an animal and thus preserves my concealment.
The greatest threat to a hunter's concealment is, in fact, his own nervous system. Nervous twitches, tics, and common behaviors of boredom and idleness such as tapping, wi


The Last Free Nation, Part 2When the trucks ground to a halt directly in the middle of combat, it seemed as though already a small number of Parhelian Rapid Deployment Force (RDF) troops were causing a hellacious amount of enemy casualties. Jaeger's men scrambled out of the vehicles and spread out into squad formations with great speed and precision, their leaders taking command and moving them directly into the fight. He himself walked toward the field with his rifle ready, his eyes filled with the flicker of tracer rounds and burning derelicts. Already on the way were five hundred more Marines with heavier armaments such as field guns, but being two hours behind the lThe Last Free Nation, Part 2


Nemo Me: IntroIn the four weeks since his arrival Nemo had seen a rapid change in the local government's willingness to handle the glaring problems before them from enthusiastically hopeful to dreadfully pessimistic. The neighborhoods had fallen apart, and social life all but vanished. He knew the reason, however, as he was part of the problem: the arrival of vampires into the suburban city had caused deaths in the night and struck fear into every little nuclear family, their illusion of safety stomped flat and ruined. Worse, the police were afraid to address the likelihood that vampires indeed existed -- and if they did, the officers were unwilling (readNemo Me: Intro
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Funny how people look at thinking for yourself as being a chore, rather than a privilege.
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