Nick Stango

“was not. I finally got home, locked myself in my house, and got out a golf club to brain anyone coming in. No one came that time, but I was done being a victim. Once things got under control, I replaced my nine-iron with a nine-millimeter. I have been a prepper ever since. I learned about guns, of course. I learned to shoot, then to make my own ammo, then to gunsmith. I learned survival medicine – I am basically an EMT. I learned about food in an austere environment, and how to get safe water. There is this whole plethora of skills our pioneer ancestors knew, but we forgot. We outsourced them to other people, which is fine – when everything works. When it doesn’t, then you have a problem.”
― Kurt Schlichter, The Attack

“course, Disneyland in blue California was now Transtopia, with the “Small World” boat ride now called “Flotilla of Fluidity” and entirely devoted to the countless gender identities, while the Matterhorn had been converted into a huge fiberglass representation of a sex toy. In the red, Disney had been dissolved following a horrific pedophilia scandal not long after the Split. Disney World in Orlando was now Patriot Land, featuring Ernie Eagle and a muscular, flying version of the sixteenth president called Super Abe. EPCOT was converted into a huge beer garden, since the only interesting thing to ever do at EPCOT was drink.”
― Kurt Schlichter, Overlord

“When they were finally released at noon, they hustled down Pennsylvania Avenue to 15th Street and the Old Ebbitt Grill, where they enjoyed a long lunch with Lindsey and Elaine.”
― John Grisham, Camino Winds

“I saw an infinity of such dreary evenings stretching out ahead of me. Trapped in a dirty old house with a grieving old woman and an irritable young one. And with only the books I had brought with me, most of which were still in my trunk anyway.”
― Charles Palliser, Rustication