I am not a war monger.

I just don’t like people who want me and my children dead. I think when they won’t listen to reason, they need to have their asses kicked.

When they shout from the roof tops that I am the great Satan and call for my head, I believe them. When they teach their children it’s cool to strap on bombs and blow me up, I take it seriously. When they march in the streets shooting guns in the air and burn the flag that represents where I live, It bothers me.

When a neighbor of mine tells me he is going to kill me, and will die trying, I am not going to sit on my ass and wait for him to come in the night and fulfill his dream.

I send emissaries to him and they are sent back on a horse without their heads.

Well, I am sorry if you think I’m a war monger. It is further from the truth than you can imagine. I am a vet and have seen war, but I am also a realist.

I believe in fire prevention rather than fire fighting. Sometimes you have to burn off brush so it doesn’t turn into a raging forest fire.

Ya know?