Steel City Cowboy

Monday, October 17, 2005

Welcome to Steel City Cowboy

I've been blogging for over two years on my personal/family site: The Hess Report. Occasionally, I've written about political issues there, mostly relating to firearms, the war against Islamic fascists or taxes. It was never what the site was intended for, but from time to time, it would find its way out of my head and onto the keyboard.

Recently I've been commenting more frequently and in more depth on other people's political blogs. Wanting to write more, but feeling a bit constrained by the comment systems and not wanting to clutter the family blog with my political analysis, I have branched off a new site: Steel City Cowboy.

What won't you see here? Analysis of partisan political infighting - considering that I think almost all of our Senators and Congressmen are barely functional as normal human beings and are the products of years of systemic corruption, their squabbles are little more than amusing, and are certainly not worth the time and press that they think they ought to have. So you won't have that - or pictures of kittens. Unless the kittens have guns and are shooting terrorists. Then it's kittens 24/7.

What will you see? Writing about the Right to Keep and Bear Arms, the reduction/restructure/removal of taxes to more economically efficient levels, and Pennsylvania's silly alcohol laws. Analysis of Information Technology and cryptography issues when they show their beeping faces in the WAIF (War Against Islamic Fascists). Comments on strategy, tactics and outcomes in the WAIF.

So what kind of arrogant mofo calls himself the Steel City Cowboy and claims that he intuitively knows what's right? Well, me. I live in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania - the Steel City, so I have that part covered without invoking hubris. Do I rope cattle for a living, or swagger around bow-legged with six shooters and a ten gallon hat? Not so much. While I do own a pair of nice boots and a Barmah Canvas Crusher to wear when I work outside, I don't like horses and only shoot a Russian semi-auto shotgun and Bulgarian military pistol, which I think our friends on the range would have frowned upon.

I'm married, have two kids, a dog, a minivan and a mortgage. Without a doubt, that's cowboy material right there. I went to Penn, where I learned to despise empty intellectualism on a visceral level, much like someone who spends four years in the ghettos of LA will learn to despise street gangs in a very personal way. People pay me to fix their computers, to configure their email, web systems and LANs, to prevent intrusions, to show them how right-clicking in Windows almost always brings up a menu of useful options, and to apply my expert knowledge of Photoshop/Illustrator/QuarkXPress. People don't pay me to blog, write code or provide online support for an open source 3D graphics package, but I do it anyway.

The day I decided to start this blog, I read a post on BigLizards that augmented a post by Ed Morrissey about different kinds of Republicans. Much like the first time I read the Myers-Briggs write up on INTJ's, an A-ha! light went on in my head. The cowboy. That's you, it whispered. It's how I've always made my decisions. My gut tells me what the proper action is, and I do it. When questioned, the logic presents itself, fully formed, and I can let it fly out of my mouth to the satisfaction (or disdain) of the intellectuals. Believe me, I had a lot of practice with that in my four years at Penn. I may shoot from the hip, but it turns out that's okay when you're a damned good shot.

Now if I'm so great, why aren't I running the world? No interest. Well, only marginal interest. My family is the most important thing in the world to me. I think that the best gift you can give your kids when they're at their most impressionable (0 - 7 years) is your presence. That's why my wife and I decided to have her take a hiatus from her teaching career (she's a phenomenal, award-winning choir director and professional singer) to stay home, and for me to find a job that both pays the bills and finds me at home an inordinate amount of the time. It was the right thing to do. We took it seriously. And it's paid off. I studied the life of the politician and the fast-track business man and came to one conclusion: almost without exception they have either destroyed their families, or come close to doing so. Of course, they always regret it. They always do. It seems that it's nearly a requirement of the job, and I won't do it. End of case.

However, if the chance does present itself for world domination, I'll just do with it what I do with everything else: show up and be a natural.

3 Comments:

  • At 10/26/2005 1:56 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Sound like a pretty cool dude to me Steel City cowboy. Think you'll get a lot of hits today since you were on a link to a link to Drudge.

    Oh, and I hear ya on the empty, emotionally-driven, pseudo-intellectual drivel of the Ivy Leagues. Went to Penn for grad school myself.

     
  • At 1/15/2006 6:53 AM, Blogger D. B. Light said…

    Your characterization of Penn is spot on. I went there for grad school in the early seventies. There were three of us conservatives in the department [originally there were five, but two dropped out after the first semester] and we quickly learned to keep our heads down, shuffle along, and say "yes maam".

     
  • At 9/19/2006 9:34 PM, Blogger Aleista said…

    Hello, fellow-traveller. Love your site, and your philosophy. I think there are two critical priorities for the survival of the West: the Reformation OR obliteration of Islam; and the assimilation OR rejection of Immigrants. Inseparable from the ability to achieve these goals is the "RIGHT TO BEAR ARMS".

    The Gunslinger
    gunslingersjournal.blogspot.com

     

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