Civil Defense Starts at the Range: The Forgotten Skill of a Free People

There’s a certain kind of battlefield respect that doesn’t need a movie trailer, a podcast, or a camouflage beard oil sponsor. It’s quiet. It’s ancient. It’s earned. And it belongs to the rifle marksman—the one who can hit what needs to be hit, when it needs to be hit, without turning the entire valley into a fireworks show.

Fuzzy Kitty: A Michigan Crime Story (Featuring Hoodie Bandits, Window Yeeting, and a $1,000 Vet Plan)

So…Let me tell you about Fuzzy.

A gray kitten my wife tried to adopt from the local animal shelter. My wife went in there like a normal, kind human being. She saw a little kitten and instantly fell in love—because that’s what happens when a decent person meets a tiny creature with big eyes and zero survival skills.