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First Monday of 2021.

GIBSON, 1911, LEATHER, OWB, HOLSTER, CONCEAL, BELT SLIDE, PANCAKE, KIMBER, PRO RAPTOR, RAPTOR, COMMANDER

Not a lot to talk about. We’ve got a brand-new year, and probably the weirdest one I’ve seen in this lifetime. The fear-factor we’ve all come to know and love is in full blossom. Thanks to folks like Steve Jobs and that Microsoft guy (Bill Gates) we have a million ways to spew terror and garbage that we didn’t have twenty or so years ago. The media can’t keep up, though they do their best. Anybody with a smartphone is now a reporter, analyst, photographer, and newscaster. Veracity be damned. Accuracy and reality are mere nuisances. If you’re a network of any sort or have a decent number of YouTube subscribers, then you can be sponsored/supported by a myriad of pharmaceutical companies.

Obesity, diabetes, stress, can’t sleep, can’t poop, issues with feelings, aging, skin issues, hair greying, aches, pains, emotions, depression, sugar, fat, cholesterol, fleas, ticks …we have drugs or vaccines for all of that and more. Invariably, once you’ve taken the drugs and vaccines, you’ll need a lawyer, or team of lawyers, to represent you and seek reparations for the side effects which range from cancer to bleeding from the ass.

It’s Monday. I needed a post for the blog here, and I didn’t really have anything to talk about. Clearly, I still don’t.

From what’s left of America …

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Happy New Year…

It’s like a shiny new penny, or snow that hasn’t been peed on, or walked in.

We had a good year around here, for which we are thankful. We’re also thankful it’s over, and we survived it. I’ll probably always think of 2020 as a skidmark on the underpants of American history.

Not much to say beyond that. We’re working on websites, and doing a winter-shop cleaning and overhaul.

All the best to you and yours in the upcoming year. I’m sure 2021 will be full of surprises. I’m praying they’ll be of the good variety.

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Believe half of what you see…

…and none of what you hear. That was attributed to Ben Franklin, but you can’t believe it because of all of the above. It’s also been attributed to Edgar Allan Poe. I still think it’s good advice, considering the quandary we all find ourselves in. The less I see and hear, the smaller the shovel I need to keep handy.

Knip Knife, Terry Knipschield, custom, French, leather knife, round knife, head knife,
French style round knife from Terry Knipschield in Rochester, Minnesota.

My newest round knife, aka head knife, etc., is the one above from Terry Knipschield up in Minnesota. Terry hasn’t been accepting orders for the last several months (to my knowledge) as he’s been rebuilding his knife shop. When he does get back to building knives again, I highly recommend them. I got this one almost a year ago, and finally decided to show it off.

That’s about all I have for today. It looks like we’ve got about fourteen days left in 2020, and we can kick this pig in the ass and send it on its way.

Just in case I get lazier and don’t do another blog post this month, thank you for reading. Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and God Bless you and yours.

From what’s left of America …