I wake up strapped to a metal chair in a dark concrete room. My head pounds, my mouth is dry, and across from me sits DJ Shipley, smiling. “Good, you’re awake.” I start struggling against the restraints. “Release me, I DON’T KNOW YOOR PRATISCORE, get me out of here.” He shakes his head. “No.” He picks up a Mk.18 with a Hydra Mount. “No…” I whisper, watching the stock rise higher and higher until it’s practically touching his collarbone. I start screaming. “DJ NO! YOU DON’T HAVE TO DO THIS!” The buff medium shirt wearing guards pin my shoulders down as DJ slowly shoulders the rifle. “Observe proper technique.” DJ places the base point of his Magpul CTR to high on his shoulder I let out a cry that can only be described as primal. “No, Not like that! He ignores me. The guards laugh. One throws up from witnessing the stock placement. Another crosses himself. DJ sets the rifle down and I think the nightmare is over. It isn’t. He picks up a pistol with a red dot. I close my eyes and beg. He looks directly into them, then into my soul, and says: “When using a red dot, simply focus on the dot.” I begin convulsing. “You focus on the TARGET! THE TARGET DJ! THE TARGET!” He leans in. “I can’t hear you.” For days the torture continues improper stock placement, HYDRA discussions, not a single mention of a shot timer. Every morning I wake up hoping it was a dream. Every morning DJ walks back in and subjects me to such barbarity. Eventually I notice the guards have stopped watching me. They’re too busy arguing amongst themselves about whose setup is more optimized, neither realizing they’ve been having the same conversation for six straight hours. I spot my chance and slip free. Nobody notices. I grab my BCM 12.5 inch, with Arisaka light mount to a Streamlight WML, Aimpoint T2 without magnifier & GIZMØ GLÏDÈR sling. I know most gun battles happen under 50 yards so this set up is optimized, I then sprint through the facility as alarms blare. Behind me: “HE’S ESCAPING! STOP HIM!” then, a beat later “TARGET IS NOT RUNNING A HYDRA MOUNT, BE ADVISED” Fools, don’t they know the standard optic height is the best one? I burst through the front doors. Outside, America has changed. Everyone’s a gay liberal. GBRS was part of the elite propaganda group to make everyone’s shooting technique slightly wrong. Gun culture eroded, nobody knows how to properly see a buttock. Red-dot acquisition is slightly slower. Over the generations, Split times were in shambles, practiscore’s nonexistent. Men were weak and the global homo agenda took advantage of it. This was now a conquered nation. I dropped to my knees. My scream echoed across the once glorious republic. Why am I here, just to suffer? As I sunk into my own black pill, as I lost all hope, I heard a voice from behind me “you’re gonna give up that easily? I don’t think you’re cut out for my class.” I looked over my shoulder, noticed, who stood before me… Ben? -Fin-

SOLO CQB When we teach Solo CQB, we don’t teach it because we believe people should clear entire structures alone.

USA. Summer. It is 95 degrees outside, and I am shivering inside a sandwich shop. I have discovered how Americans forge strong souls. Outside, the sun is trying to kill everyone. Inside this small restaurant, it is winter. My breath does not fog, but it is thinking about it. A man near me is eating a cold sandwich while wearing a jacket. In summer. Indoors. In Japan we would simply turn it down. Americans do not turn it down. And now I understand them better than they understand themselves. This cold is not an accident. This cold is a gift. The owner has built, inside his shop, a second season. He invites you in from the brutal heat and hands you the one thing the sun has denied you all day: a reason to be cold. To endure it is to be tempered. You walk in soft and sweating. You walk out sharp and clear, a slightly stronger person than you were. So I did not complain. I removed my outer layer and offered it to the woman at the next table, who was hugging herself. She said, "Oh, no, I'm fine, thank you." She was not fine. Her lips were blue. But she, too, understood the training. She would not break first. I respected her deeply. The owner asked if everything was okay. "It is perfect," I said, through my teeth, which were chattering. "Thank you for the winter." He said, "...I can turn the AC down if you want?" I told him no. A man does not ask the mountain to be shorter. I stayed two hours. I ordered a hot coffee to survive. Then a second one, to hold. By the end I could no longer feel my hands, but my spirit had never been clearer. So now, on the hottest days, I seek out the coldest rooms. I sit. I shiver. I sharpen. And when I finally step back out into the summer heat, and it wraps around me like a warm bath, I feel it. Reborn. A man who has survived the winter, in August, indoors, for the price of a sandwich.

A lot of hate out there for The Hurt Locker as the worst war movie of all time, but it won Best Picture and Saving Private Ryan didn’t.

Rascal’s been on the road, and this week he’s found a patriot who knows exactly what kind of American she is. Last week we asked, “What kind of American are you?” This week, Harvey’s Famous Weekly Giveaway proudly spotlights @Lily4Liberty . She survived Mao’s Cultural Revolution in communist China and now travels America warning about the dangers of communism and tyranny while championing our God‑given freedoms. Now she is running in the Live Free Or Die state to represent these liberties and the traditional American heritage in congress! Given Lily's experience with communism and tyrannical governments, she’s vowed never again to live under a government that fears armed citizens more than criminals, and she has built her campaign around an unapologetic defense of the right to keep and bear arms. She supports national constitutional carry and rolling back federal gun-control laws that target law‑abiding gun owners. Rascal was inspired and decided on a liberty & New Hampshire themed giveaway. He wants to arm YET ANOTHER freedom loving and freedom defending American while also bringing attention to the campaign of the fellow freedom lover. So this weeks firearm is a New Hampshire made Sig Sauer Tread Coil V2 rifle with optic in 5.56! We celebrate the kind of American who knows that “Live Free or Die” isn’t a mere slogan, it’s a warning for would‑be tyrants, foreign or domestic. Thank you AGAIN for the support of @SummRidge who helps make these giveaways possible. TO ENTER please FOLLOW us and @SummRidge , REPOST or QUOTE POST, and REPLY to this post. PLEASE CONSIDER GIVING TO LILY'S CAMPAIGN. She is true defender of the 2nd amendment and her campaign is very grassroots. See link below. GOOD LUCK & GODSPEED!