Rain soaked, chilly morning but the stoves are stoked and the cabin warm. So is the coffee.

A few rounds of cards last night with my wife under the very same oil lamp. Dog at our feet. The moments I love dearly.

I value my way of life. It’s precious to me. My family is precious to me. My liberties are precious to me. I truly feel pity on anyone who feels righteous enough to tread on my soil or values. I reserve no mercy for those souls.