Monday, July 27, 2015

It is easier...

It is easier not to care. It is easier to look away from the pain and the suffering of the world... and it is easier to ask others to help ease the suffering of others than to actually do anything yourself... and it is easier to take from those that have to give to those that don’t rather than teaching those that don’t have how to better themselves... it’s easier.

It is easier not to be nice.  It is easier to be rude to people you don’t know and don’t care about... it is easier to be selfish and greedy and ungrateful... rather than being polite and kind and courteous... and grateful... it’s just easier.

It is easier to take than to give... give a little time... a little bit of money... some understanding and compassion... it’s just so much easier.

It is easier to destroy than to build something that takes time... something beautiful and spiritual... something that inspires and lifts peoples spirit... it is easier to tear down something that gives hope and solace because you do not believe in it or agree with it... it is easier to insult someone rather than just leaving them alone... it is easier to hate than to love... it is easier to follow than to lead... it is easier to be part of a crowd than to stand alone... it is easier to ignore the problem than it is to form a is easier to  be taken care of than to work hard  for success... it’s just easier.

It is easier to give up than to reach higher... it is easier to lose faith than to stand proudly for what you believe in... it is easier to live without morals than to follow a righteous path... it is easier to be a degenerate than to show virtue and values... it is easier to abandon ones dignity in a world without honor... it is easier to give up when you have nothing to be proud of... it is just much easier...

Strong Men

Thursday, July 23, 2015


Edgar Allan Poe

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were -- I have not seen
As others saw -- I could not bring
My passions from a common spring --
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow -- I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone --
And all I lov'd -- I lov'd alone --
Then -- in my childhood -- in the dawn
Of a most stormy life -- was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still --
From the torrent, or the fountain --
From the red cliff of the mountain --
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold --
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by --
From the thunder, and the storm --
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view --

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Why The Legion

 this was originally posted as a comment at

I only want a simple uncomplicated life… a little farm near the sea… some sheep… a few dogs… a fine family… that’s all really… I do not ask for much from the world… let me keep what I worked hard for and don’t force me to pay for things I neither want, need or believe in – even better. Don’t take away my beliefs – don’t criminalize me or label me an extremist or a terrorist for not wanting to give up my beliefs and my lifestyle and don’t force me to accept a perverted ideal… and we’ll get along great…
I am not a soldier. I am not a militant and I don’t want to go to war… I do not want to hurt anyone and I would rather not ever have to kill another man… but I am running out of places to hide away from the world to be simply just left alone and live my life on my terms… with my beliefs and my faith. I came to the realization a while back that the world wont just leave me alone and allow me to live as I chose to live without compromising the morals and values I have chosen to anchor my life with… and I am tired of running… I am tired of giving… I am tired of compromising to a minority group… I am tired and I am getting angry… I am a peaceful man… I can be a very gentle and kind man… but… my country has gone too far… the world has gone too far… and if I am to be the man I aspire to be… I must draw a line here and say – no more will I give away… no more of this filth can I take… no more will I compromise… this is my choice and I will stand by it…
I do not hide the fact that my past is colored by questionable activities… that was my past and I own it… I take responsibility for it and make no excuses for it… it happened… my journey here has been long and not always an easy one… and sometimes I have had to do things to eat and shelter myself that were dishonorable… I wish things could have been different but desperate men do desperate things… I have never asked for a hand out and I do not want one… I do not want to be taken care of and I do not want welfare… I want work… opportunities to make an honest living and keep what I have earned. I have admitted and will do so again – I have never been part of the solution to the problems of the world… and have no fear admitting that I have been a very big part of those problems… the biggest fault being not caring enough to do something… and this is the problem amongst many would be good men – they just don’t care enough and they are afraid… afraid of losing what they have… afraid of not being able to have the things they think they need… afraid of what the rest will say and think of them for not going along with the rest of the crowd… that was, I think until men like Simon, Head of our Legion, began writing for the common man, the disillusioned man, the jaded man… and we started talking and spreading our thoughts and ideas that now those that were afraid to speak up are coming to see that they are not alone… there is a brotherhood of men gathering that are willing to push back… to fight for what is ours – for the world we were robbed of and the chances that were taken from us… a better life that we all could have had today… we are not drafting men to our cause – they are coming together of their own free will… we are not forcing our beliefs on anyone – we have simply decided to keep what’s ours by force and to protect and stand at the side of those willing to help us to protect it.
I am not a NAZI like those who want to take away my beliefs. I am not a fascist like those that want to force their perversions on me. I am not an extremist because I want to live a simple uncomplicated life… and neither are the rest of the men joining our cause. All the men I have spoken to feel the same as I do and are all pretty much as the men Simon has described that he has spoken to… we want the simple things… to live our life on our terms with the morals and values we have chosen to anchor our lives by… to preserve the traditions of our faith and our cultures… to have a family and to create and build something better… the thunder you hear is the sound of men gathering… it is the sound of civilization crumbling… it is the sound of us tearing it down… and building it back up… it is the sound of our Legion.

Victor Vogt

Thursday, July 16, 2015

Random notebook drawings

pencil and marker
Victor Vogt

a while back I had an idea for a short series for the Deringer Files - I finally got around to sketching out some characters... did these drawings while waiting on someone... I don't know how long it will take me to complete this short comic... or if it will ever happen... but I guess I can always just work on it while I wait on others to finish their work so that I can finish mine... or I could lock myself up and work on it till it's done... but I am working on a project call "Dragon Song"... and I am getting obsessed with it... like I have not been with anything in a while... 

That comic would simply be called "Deringer Files" - most of my ideas are best left in the ideas notebook... I have a bad habit of starting a project and letting it go when the inspiration slows down... I want to finish them all... but I know I need to work them one at a time... well... I am currently working on several things at a time - I don't just make money one project at a time... just another reason why I need lots of alone time...

Sunday, July 12, 2015

One Legionnaire

(first draft)
 Dragon Song
Victor Vogt

One Legionnaire on the back wall
One Legionnaire at the gate
One Legionnaire on the mountain
One to watch over the lake
One Legionnaire in the great hall
One at the edge of the realm
One Legionnaire at the foot of the sea
One with eagle eyes at the helm

One Legionnaire  looking down from the tower
One to watch over the valleys of green
One Legionnaire at the door of the palace
One for the rivers and streams
One Legionnaire for each town and village
One riding on the great road
One Legionnaire in the forest
One watching out for the heathen horde

One Legionnaire with his musket
One with his dagger and spear
One Legionnaire to carry the banner
One blows his trumpet for all to hear
One Legionnaire is an archer
One with his sword and shield
One Legionnaire for the wounded
One Legion on the battle field

Friday, July 10, 2015

Good-night Sweet Dixie

1776 - 2015 

They Brought down this elegant symbol of 
sovereignty and freedom today in America...
Good-night sweet Dixie... good-night...

what next... are they going to outlaw the word "Dixie"?

May-be you're right Henry - noone wants freedom anymore...

days like today make me want to stop giving a fuck again
and go back to my pirate ways.

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

looking for a country girl

Life is simple out in the country - you get up early work your garden and your livestock gather up your days food, collect your eggs, feed your animals, milk your cows... fix what needs fixin’ and leave the rest to nature... spend time with your family... make love to your wife... get to bed early... start a new day... simple.  Life is not too complicated out in the country... or out at sea... at sea you want to get to where you are going with out drowning... don’t lose your cargo... keep track of your supplies... don’t drown... pretty easy...

Over the weekend I went for a long hike in the mountains in El Paso - I needed some much deserved alone time and I wanted away from the world - up on the mountain life was pretty simple for the twelve hours I was up there walking - watch your step... don’t stumble and fall into some crevice... I came back down from the mountain hungry and tired but a good tired and a good hungry... my soul a little cleaner... my mind less cluttered... my energy recharged - at least for the next week... and what did I come down for... this chaotic miserable society I live in... to the do-gooders and their never ending lectures and fights for “justice”... the fags and the manipulated race tensions... the crime... this broken country... what the hell did I come down for... oh yes... a wife!

Yup... I said it... for a while now I have been giving it some thought... see, I take lots of pride in my bachelor ways and the fact that I don’t need a woman and I do not make women a priority in my life... I am happy alone and prefer it... I enjoy coming and going as I please and not making excuses for my coming and going and having to invent alibis for my whereabouts... I like being able to pick and chose what girl I will spend a weekend with and who I will be bedding when it pleases me... I keep regular girls on the side which usually get rotated and bumped of the list and replaced... it took me a long time to be able to get to this point as a man... and am wondering if I should let it go... as I said before I may be part of the problem with the sleeping around and chasing of the whores and sluts in America... doesn’t help to better the women and does not help the men either by adding myself to the notch count of the women... but if I am not going to be tramping around... is it time to settle down?

Is marriage the next step for Dash Deringer?  I do want to raise children of my own... but would rather not do it alone and prefer to be married  if  I am to do it... family to me is very important and I take marriage very serious... I have written before that I wanted to marry when I was younger - I am very glad now that I did not... at least not to the person I wanted then and not at that time of my life... I have grown in many ways - I do believe to be a better person... and that could only have happened by going through all that I have gone through which would not have happened if I had married young... and I am very happy with the person I have become and the man I am on my way to becoming... as I have said before - I was turning into a bit of a pussy in my twenties... and I have toughened up - don’t let the love poems fool you... I am considered and ass-hole... but once I let you into the circle... you’ll be glad to have me as a friend... so, I am now forty six and contemplating marriage... family... and the simple life on a small farm - I have been thinking about the farm for a long time now as some know... is it time?

Should I bring children into this chaos?

Can I build a better world for them?
Can I raise good men and fine ladies?

Can I find a wife... finding women to have sex with is easy... a wife? That’s something different.

I know that finding a good woman in The United states is not going to be easy - all the good ones get taken up fast and those that have not fallen for the bullshit that is feminism might be too young to get away with in this country... and finding one that wants to stay on the farm... good luck Dash... Women like their drama... western women more so than any other, requires drama... they don’t just want it - they need it... why do you think romance novels sell so much... and soap operas last for so long... now they have their scripted “reality” shows... and facebook... that is what women want... they want to star in their own reality show... they don’t want a boring uneventful life on the farm... they want sex and the city... even in Mexico it is getting harder to find a country girl that wants to stay a country girl... and I have already started looking around in Mexico... but also... the problem might be that I have grown very accustomed to dating girls - from 18 - 24... some 25 and 26... but mostly, lately under 20... hey life is good... I don’t really know how I do it - I just do... like I said I don’t have too much game... at least I don’t think so... but maybe... it’s that I don’t make it too complicated and just go for it... well... I don’t want a women too old to have children... if I start having children now I will be in my sixties when they are in their twenties... and if I keep up with this active lifestyle - camping and hiking - I should be able to keep up with them... and I will need a strong healthy wife on the farm - smart and well adjusted to keep up what I will build for her and my children should something happen to me... or if I must go away for a while... so where do I find these country girls?

A few days before I went on my hike I saw a Mennonite family at the market - they come up from the interior of Mexico from time to time to do some shopping or trading... to pick up relatives or to put some on the bus... in Juarez and El Paso I always look on them with marvel... these people that have successfully separated themselves from the chaos of this modern world... these rugged men in their dungaree overalls and skinned burned by the sun... their blonde hair covered under cowboy hats... their wives plump but feminine... with their shy smiles and red cheeks... their daughters in girly dresses that mother sewed for them... and their sons... handsome and curious... what does their father tell them of the modern world that surrounds them when they sit down to eat in a restaurant... do they just laugh at us... do they feel sorry for us... are we the suckers... how do I get me one of those young country wives and have me fine children like that - if you have never seen a Mennonite family from Mexico or South America... well... they are very good looking people... and very happy... would they let me in... or am I just the kind of man they keep their daughters away from...

Right now I must say that American girls will have to do a lot of work just to get onto the list.

Mexican girls are on the list - Because I am Mexican and it would just be easier to look for a wife among my own kind... though I myself am a half-breed...

I would love a country girl from Japan - as everyone who knows me knows... and The Philippines, as everyone keeps telling me, has nice country girls that want to be good wives... and they are in many ways... just like Mexicans... so - on the list...

Very high on the list would be Russian country girls... who wouldn’t like a nice Russian girl from the country raised in a strong traditional family... I’ll take two!

You may have already figured it out - in order for me to find the right one I have to keep weeding out the bad ones... which means I just have to keep looking around and testing them out... not simple at all... finding a wife...

All my brothers have gone through a divorce... it wasn’t pretty nor was it something I enjoyed witnessing - especially when those of us not involved in their marriage were dragged through the mud as well... they of course married Americans... I of course said... “dude... A Mexican was good enough for dad... what were you thinking?”

Rest At Harvest
William-Adolphe Bouguereau