Warrior’s Machete

Always great to be back with you. Hoarded up here at the Warrior Ranch in my tiny 6,000 sq. ft. basement studying Canada’s Parliamentary rules, watching Kung Fu movies and Jimmy Swaggart and Jerry Falwell sermons in preparation for my upcoming mental combat with a Canadian, born-again Christian, MMA fighter (so he claims; see comments at “No Sweat. Iron Sheik’s Ass Kicked by Warrior’s Mind.” post if you don’t understand). Don’t worry, warriors, think positively. I’ve no doubts about overcoming this overall challenge. After all, it is certain he’s not doing any serious training, he’s always here at the blog. Soon, I’m going to start charging him rent. Frankly, I already OWN him. His psyche is mine. I do, though, have minor concerns about his demand to square off in “private.” Seems he may possibly be a disciple under the tutelage of that pervert Ted Haggard. I’ll keep you posted. In the meantime, watch your behind back when you are in the comment area. Warrior’s Machete refuses to be held legally responsible for sexual harassment of any kind.

After many months of outrageous delay the functionality of the site is starting to come together. Recently, I (finally!) received some competent and knowledgeable advice about how to more effectively achieve my web presence goals. The Warrior Web website will keep its digital existence but to simplify navigation and organization all updating and interaction from here on out will be happening first through Warrior’s Machete. An alternating combination of writing, audio and video will be produced and posted. The 10 years worth of archived written commentaries from Warrior Web are coming back online over the next few weeks.

I receive hundreds of email everyday. Three to five dozen of these are from those of you who are newly finding out about Warrior Web although the site has been around almost 11 years now. Until you have a chance to get into the archive of commentaries written during the course of those years — a conservative estimate would be 500-750 pages (actual printed page quantity) — it may be a little challenging to put “who I am” and “what I am all about,” today, in its proper perspective. Until those writings are uploaded, here’s a great overview you can check out to get a general idea.

Now, some clothesline-leveling response to comments of “No Sweat. Iron Sheik’s Ass Kicked by Warrior’s Mind.” which only thy Godly Warrior can provide…. Read the rest of this entry »

My beautiful little daughters, Indiana Marin and Mattigan Twain Warrior, showing their respect and reverence for those courageous human beings who’ve put their own lives on the line to protect and secure our American freedoms.

Thoughtful and soul-full day yesterday visiting the National Cemetery here in New Mexico.

Each Memorial Day we stop by with our girls for the fly-over and to pay our respects, let out little Warrior patriots bring a smile to a few faces, some tears to more than a few eyes. Nothing melts the tough, somber and worthy soul of a veteran more than the twinkle of a little girl’s eye and a soft and tiny voiced, “Thank you, sir, for your service.”

The winds were really stout and almost all the little headstone flags were uprooted and scattered about the grounds. Indy and Mattie, bothered by the sight of it all, encouraged their parents to spend the better part of the afternoon sticking them back down in the dirt, their tiny hands on top of ours as we all pushed. Indy ask me, “Daddy, who would do such a horrible, dishonorable job at this? After all, these soldier’s burial places are sacred.” I told her the Boy Scouts (who they get to perform the task). She called them “sissies,” figuring that “any boy, Boy Scout or not, should be tough enough to stick these little flags down in the ground deep enough so they won’t fall down, no matter how hard the wind blows.” It was hard to disagree. Besides, as a father knowing my future is going to be trying enough when it comes to beating back the boys (any boys not just Scouts), I like their simple “boy=bad” logic and, for now, will just leave it as it is. The longer they think ALL boys are bad, the longer I’ll have peace of mind. Anyway, here’s a picture of them deciding on their own to say a final goodbye before we left the cemetery.

Peace of mind isn’t exactly what I got when I gazed up through the headstones of over 41,000 interments set up the steep New Mexico hillsides in perfectly aligned rows. Standing in a National Cemetery on Memorial Day while the fence-sitting chaos, ongoing turmoil and American death in Iraq continues doesn’t give me any peaceful thoughts. The unrest weighed even heavier when I thought about that earlier in the day, before we came down to the cemetery, I got to experience the excitement and pride of watching my own daughter, Indy, ride her bike for the first time without training wheels, and now, here I was staring at the fresh gravesite of a young soldier killed in Iraq who will never get to experience the same joy.

The failed leadership and moral cowardice of this country’s elected officials, including President Bush, is abominable. Read the rest of this entry »