Just like he was 15 years ago, when first he sullied the pages of the original Whiskey & Gunpowder e-Letter and various other forums, Jim is still ornery, opinionated, politically incorrect, and shamelessly patriotic. He’s also more convinced than ever before that government can’t do much of anything right — except expand in scope and power, until it covers and smothers everything, like so much kudzu.
Though he holds a BS in political science and an absolutely useless master's degree in publications design, Jim’s still got a working-man’s (sorry — working person’s) heart. Before he became a full-time writer more than 20 years ago, he was a pizza delivery driver, a car mechanic, a car salesman, a retail manager, a mortgage loan officer, an expert archery equipment technician (seriously), and general all-around job-hopping dreamer.
Now Jim’s an early 50s borderline curmudgeon who has actually (and recently) uttered the phrases, “They don’t make 'em like this anymore,” “I remember when this was all farmland,” and the suddenly-hip-again, “Get off my lawn!” In the last 20 years, he's written over two million published words — most of which have been “ghostwritten" in other people’s names.
So even if you hate his guts and swore long ago never to subject yourself to another word of his, chances are you’ve actually read his cockeyed prose dozens of times since then, which makes Jim grin like the cat that ate the canary. Now he’s back to bring his special blend of humor, history, pop-culture commentary, nostalgia, patriotism, venom, vitriol and occasionally even useful information to the pages of the NEW Whiskey & Gunpowder. And there’s nothing you can do about it.