I got bored, and it was the 4th of July, so I decided to do something ignorant. I don't think I could actually pull this off if I had two guys with guns in my face, but I'm hell on wheels against paper targets...

My mother and I did the Memorial Ruck from the Ruck 'N' Run group. We dedicated this Ruck to grandfather, Beverly "Beb" Murray, who served in the 89th Medium Tank Battalion, attached to the 25 Infantry Division during the Korean War from 1950 to 1953. I've done the Ruck 'N' Run for the last two years on Veteran's Day, and this was my first Memorial Day Ruck 'N' Run. I am very glad my mother took part in this Ruck in honor of her father and my grandfather. Tn their honor, we ruck.

Terribly sorry about the crappy audio and the incessant noise from the cars. As I said, the inconsiderate bastards that built a road right by my house have never even had the decency to come back and apologize. I hope this is taken as it is intended, just an opinion of what being a Centrist means to me personally, and more importantly, a sincere hope that people start talking (and for fuck's sake, listening) to each other instead of just trying to shout each other down. I know that my use of a second civil war is a bit hyperbolic, however there have already been street battles and people have died, so it's not that huge of a mental leap to make. I hope this gives young people in America a moment's pause to think critically and not find themselves herded into some group-think bubble that just exacerbates the already volatile societal situation this country is in. And yes, I even hope that they take what I am saying with a pinch of salt and decide for themselves whether they should listen to the ramblings of an old man that is to stupid to film indoors so he doesn't have to shout down passing cars.

This should accurately describe the problems of being a Norse Pagan in the modern day. I hope this enlightens the masses to the problems we face.

An honor and a privilege to take part in this year's event. Can't wait to do it again in 2019 at the 5th Annual Ruck 'N' Run!

These beautiful girls and their weans need some good feeding up. I plan on taking some hay and alfalfa up to them before winter sets in and get them good and healthy before it gets cold. Good times being with them.

This is what happens when one of my weirder personalities gets a chance to post something on YouTube. Hey, work with what you've got.

Here we see three things: 1.) What a 5.56 mm round can do when it ricochets back at the shooter, 2.) What an incredibly lucky bastard I am, and 3.) What an incredible little bitch I sound like when I almost shoot myself in the eye. Your typical redneck in his natural environment. Odin help us all...

This is just me trying out a new comp/muzzle brake from Yankee Hill Machine Co. As opposed to the A2 birdcage mil-spec flash hider the weapon came with stock, this Phantom Comp/Muzzle Brake is the bomb. My follow-up shots are faster, more accurate, and reduce recoil very noticeable. This is the best $38 I've spent on my weapon. Kudos to Yankee Hill, and American-Made company. Keep it up, guys, you're doing things right.

Well, all I'm saying is...come on. Really, just come on...

Well, it's been Spring here in Kentucky for three days, so of course...a fucking blizzard. Why not?

I'm beginning to feel like a fucking weatherman...

A year later, and Kentucky's weather is still down with a bad case of the schizophrenia. It was 62 degrees the day before this, and before sunset on this day, it got up to 59. I love my Commonwealth...sigh...

Annnnd, THIS is why I would never cut it in the Army. I'm old, cranky, and I hate being cold.

I was unable to make it to the official Ruck "N' Run, due to me finding out about too late. So although I didn't manage to take part in the official event, I decided that I would honor Veteran's Day, and all my brothers that have served by doing it anyway, right here at home. This is just my travel vlog of that event. We all need to honor those that served or are serving. This is just my way of doing it. (As an aside, as soon as I made it through the door and got my kit off, I immediately anesthetized my knee, wrapped it up, and but the brace on it as tight as it would go. My back...well, it just told me to get bent and left for warmer climes. I am currently writing this about 12 hours after I did the ruck hike, and I'm doing so with a heating pad, jacked-up knee, destroyed back...and you know what? I wouldn't trade one bit of it. What I am feeling is a moon-cast shadow of the pain my brothers have endured. So I revel in this pain. I accomplished my goal, and a little pain is a small price to pay. And I'm a complete pussy, so there's that.)

A musical tribute to my grandmother, without whom I would have been nothing more than a degenerate. Breast cancer took her from us in 2012, and my baby sister Nicky in 2014, and in 2017, we still don't have a cure. Fix this.

Don't act like I'm the only one to have these...

Colin Grant Adams performing at the Scottish Highland Games 2017 in Glasgow, Kentucky. A ceilidhe for all.

The band Clan na Gael at the Scottish Highland Games 2017 in Glasgow, Kentucky. Slainte!

My daughter Shelby wanted to play this game with me. As I had never heard of it, I fully expected to have my ass handed to me. Things are not always what they seem...

The Cato Institute is a Libertarian trust that helps maintain oversight of the machinations of government. You should give them a look.

My nephew shouldn't get me to wake up at the ass-crack of dawn to take him hunting if he's gonna act like this. Uncles are bastards, that's all I'm saying...

The massive influx of illegal migrants seems to be coming from an unexpected area...well, maybe not so unexpected, considering where the migrants used to live.

The Caped Crusader is actually Scottish...and impervious to the cold.

The band Barrenheart playing at the 2017 Scottish Highland Games in Glasgow, Kentucky. Fine times were had by all.