Maybe it’s the coffee. Maybe it’s age. Or maybe I’m just finally realizing that people might actually respect — or at least understand — my opinion. I’m not a politician. I’m not a guru. I’m just a regular guy.

Not great at sports, not awful. Not a genius, but definitely not licking windows either. I’m fiscally conservative and socially liberal… within reason.

No, I don’t think abortion should be used as birth control. And no, I don’t think long-term welfare is a substitute for getting your life together. It’s a lifeline — not a hammock.

I think every American should own a gun and know how to use it. The police are good people doing a hard job — but they’re usually 15 minutes away. I served in the Navy, so I’ve got a special appreciation for being prepared. You don’t wait for help when the shit hits the fan — you learn to handle it yourself.

I believe there are two genders — biologically speaking — but if you want to dress like a disco ball and call yourself “Moonblade the Unbothered,” be my guest. Just don’t make it my job to clap. Respect goes both ways. And your bedroom? Cool. Love who you love. Just stop giving the rest of us the PowerPoint presentation.

Same goes for taxes: keep your hands out of my pockets unless you’re leaving a tip.

Honestly, I’m tired. Tired of liberal guilt-tripping. Tired of right-wing rage spirals. Tired of endless wars, reckless spending, and political cosplay from both sides.

I mind my own business. I don’t burn flags. I don’t block ambulances. I don’t stand in traffic holding a sign no one reads. I write a blog. I hit “publish.” I move on.

Maybe someone reads it and thinks, “Huh, this guy might be onto something.”

I served my country. I paid my dues. Now I just want to live in peace — and maybe, just maybe, remind a few people that being a grown-up means thinking for yourself without needing everyone to agree.

We’re supposed to be adults.Let’s act like it.