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    "The best thing to come out of Philly since . . . who are we kidding, nothing good comes out of Philly." - The Man, GOP and the City

    "Sharpshooter, still beats salad shooter in 2 out of 3 gunfights. - Rodney Dill, Outside The Beltway

    "Stalking Uber since 2005! Now with more racism!" - JimmyB, The Conservative UAW Guy

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    "After more than a year of reading SYLG, I am once again pregnant. I'm not saying there's a connection, but it is a bit suspicious." - Daisy, Dorkelina

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    "As a blogger, he's one hell of a detective, but as a detective, he's one hell of a blogger!" - Miriam, Miriam's Ideas

    "If his gun doesn't kill you, his humor will." - Dragon Lady, Dragon's Den

    "Hitler would be proud of you." - Sean Connor

    "You have no honor!" - Robert Frederick

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Doing It By The Book

Hey, I wrote a book. Well, I co-wrote a novel with my friend Pam from Blogmeister USA.

Here’s the back story:

Pam started working on a murder mystery in late 2008. It was set in Connecticut, and she wanted me to be a technical advisor for all things police. I jumped at the opportunity because Pam got me my former gig at Family Security Matters, and because Pam is a terrific writer. (She writes for Breitbart’s Big Hollywood, American Spectator, and other top sites.) I gave her what I could, with the caveat that everything was coming from a Philly point of view. I told her that reports and procedures in CT may be different.

After a few months of contribution, Pam asked me to be a co-author on January 12, 2009. We decided to move the setting from Connecticut to Philly, and Only Son was born.

I’ve been keeping the secret ever since; more than three years. New league record!

Writing, to me, has always been easy. (Maybe that’s why I’m not that great at it.) Writing this book, however, was difficult; especially when your co-author lives 180 miles away. We finished the final draft in October 2010, and tried shopping it to agents for about a year. When we were unsuccessful, we decided to self-publish through CreateSpace, a division of Amazon. I went to work on finalizing everything and getting it truly ready to publish. That took about a month. Now, we’re up and ready to go, and my only worry is that I missed some giant, glaring error.

And no, I won't be getting rich off this. If you knew the amount of royalties we get from a sale, you’d be shocked. Seriously. Mrs. Earp can attest to that; she’s seen the numbers. No one is getting rich by self-publishing, and all of the royalties earned are divided in half (half for me, half for Pam).

Additionally, anyone who knows me knows full well that all I ever wanted was to be a published author. It’s what I’ve wanted since high school. My name on that book means more to me than any money generated from this.

That being said, I hope you will buy the book. If you have a blog, website, or social media page, I would really appreciate some link pimping. This is truly the most important (non-family) thing that I have ever done in my life. The fact that Pam allowed me to publish it on what would have been my grandfather's birthday was icing on the cake.

I’ll leave you with this. If you really like the book, Pam gets all the credit. If not, I get all the blame. Feel free to post your thoughts (good or bad) on the book here, or feel free to send me an e-mail.

Here are the links for the book. Keep in mind, CreateSpace gives better royalties than Amazon, and the price is the same at both sites. Obviously, I’d ask you to buy from CreateSpace, but that’s up to you.




Thanks for listening.


Thursday, March 01, 2012

Opening A Treasure Chest

Meet Christina Hendricks. For the two or three men who still do not know her, Christina is one of the stars of AMC's Mad Men. She also has a chest that could keep a small island afloat. Not that I noticed. While tooling around here, I realized the old blog had no mention of Christina . . . or her more tangible assets. This cannot stand. And neither can I after seeing this photo. Heh.


Friday, June 06, 2008

The Big Move

Today is the three-year anniversary of Support Your Local Gunfighter. And, in true Wyattian fashion, you won't be reading the anniversary post - or any more new posts - here for, well, forever. That's because I'm packing up the pistols, the babe pics, and my poodle, er, Doberman, and moving to some fresh, new gigs.

Here's the back story. When I reached my 200,000th hit, my friend Jim from bRight & Early sent me an e-mail stating he wrangled me a new site/domain name. Bought and paid for: all for me.

What do you say to something like that besides, "Thank you?"

So, I did, and we were off and running. The new site was secured in mid-April, but I wanted to wait until the blogiversary for the release. And that day is today. As of midnight on June 6, 2008, Support Your Local Gunfighter can now be seen at

I'm hoping you follow me over to the new digs, but I wouldn't blame you if you didn't. I mean, it'll just be the same drivel, just with better scenery. Oh, and Haloscan will not be invited along. Get bent, you lousy system!

I would also like to make a plea to my fellow bloggers. Please, please, please update your blogrolls to reflect the new address. I'd appreciate it. (Wow, that was the most pathetic begging I ever had to do.) Well, the second-most pathetic begging. First place was when I begged the missus to marry me.

Well, that's the news, and I am outta here!