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I Don’t Know How We Vote Ourselves Out Of This.

The above photo on the left is Renee Nicole Good, the 37-year-old mother who was murdered on January 7th in Minneapolis by ICE Agent Jonathan Ross. The photo on the right is bystander video at the scene, when she was shot in the face point blank.

Today, JD Vance shared a video, claiming that it proves that Ross was in fear for his life, and that Good was trying to run him down. The video shows nothing of the sort. It shows her turning the vehicle away from Ross (who is the one filming), and saying what turned out to be her final words: “I’m not mad at you, dude.” Ross then shoots repeatedly into her head. Afterward, he can be heard saying “fucking bitch.”

I’m not going to share the video. It can easily be found, if you so choose. But I’ve got to say this: in what world could anyone watch that and think it justified what happened? And it’s not just Vance (and other members of the Trump regime). It’s regular American citizens as well. I’ve seen comments posted to news stories where Americans are claiming it was justified, that she “fucked around and found out”, that she was “asking for it”, and even worse, mocking her death with glee that an ideological “enemy” was slaughtered.

I can’t see a way out of this. The only real power we have is our vote…11 months from now. God only knows what further horrific outrage will occur during those 11 long months… but even with a vote forthcoming, how do we vote ourselves out of this, when millions of our fellow citizens are eager to excuse the murder of their opponents… if not outright celebrate it? How the hell does voting fix that?

Dark times are ahead, folks. I wish I was more optimistic, but I’m not. All I see coming is violence and pain, and what might be the total collapse of a nation… and a not-small part of me worries that the collapse has already happened, and we’re all too shell-shocked to realize it.

It’s fucking hard to keep doing what I do, making distractions to entertain people with fantasy worlds. I know that in the broader scope of things, it doesn’t matter in the slightest. But it’s what I know how to do, and so I keep doing it — like a zombie going through the motions because it doesn’t realize it’s already dead.

Tell your loved ones that they matter. Hold them close. Right now, it may be all we have left.

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Year’s End

Here we are, at the last day of 2025.

By most accounts, this has been one ass-tastic year. Everyone has been dealing with a never-ending assault on our psyches, from rising costs on everything, to the daily barrage of our republic collapsing to a fascist takeover, to the soul-destroying monstrosity of A.I. being forced down our throats by the techbros, to just… UGH.

And yet, despite all that — or perhaps, because of it — I find myself feeling slightly hopeful and optimistic for the new year to come. Part of it is the presence of the forthcoming November midterm elections, a chance to actually DO SOMETHING about our governmental worries, beyond marching and screaming into the uncaring void. If recent special elections are anything to go by, the chances of actually clawing back some degree of checks and balances look promising. Fingers remain crossed, of course, but it’s something to pin one’s hopes on.

As far as my personal and professional life goes, I really need to shake off the lethargy of the past decade, and get myself back to productive output again. Not the least of which is so that I can actually increase my income to deal with the rising prices. I look at Adamant Entertainment’s pre-FAR WEST release schedule, and marvel at the fact that I used to release products on a monthly basis — and even multiple releases in a month at that. I’m not sure if I can reach those heights again (I am older, after all), but it’s worth a shot to at least try. So that’s the plan. Ass in chair, fingers to keyboard. Let’s do this.

Part of the ‘productive’ side of things is, as I mentioned previously, this blog. Committing to writing here regularly is a good way to prompt me into a more productive mindset, so expect to see more here — even if, at times, it feels like I’m talking to myself.

I’m sure that 2026 will have its own share of curve balls and outrages thrown our way, but for right now at least, I feel like I might actually be in a head space to deal with things as they come. I hope the same for all of us.

Farewell, 2025. 2026: You’re on notice.

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Tip Jar Reinstated.

Keen-eyed readers will notice that this image, linking to this site’s Tip Jar, has returned to the front page of the website. I’m not feeling great about having to bring it back, but currently, as we coast through to the end of the year, income isn’t really in-coming, Adamant Entertainment’s sales at DriveThruRPG have slowed to a trickle, and a bunch of payments for freelance gigs won’t be seen until January. So, here we are.

If you’re able (and I know the Holiday season is pretty much the worst time for this), and you would like to help, “please to put a penny in the old man’s hat,” as Miss Piggy sang on the John Denver and the Muppets Christmas album. It would be greatly appreciated.

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