Jack Silkstone

I won't lie, I'm just like every other guy on the planet. I love action movies, first person shooters, fast cars, technology, guns, cool kit and of course beautiful women. I grew up with Dirk Pitt, Jack Ryan, Jason Bourne, Doom, Wolfenstein, Commando Comics, James Bond, Rambo, The Predator and more. As a young man I have embraced Counter Strike, Half-life, The Bourne Series, Top Gear, Call of Duty the list goes on and on. Coupled with my military experience this seething mass of adrenalin-fueled testosterone has evolved into PRIMAL. The PRIMAL concept was born in Kandahar, Afghanistan where I had the pleasure of working with some of the world's finest Special Forces. UK SBS, US Green Berets, SEALs, Delta as well as Canadian JTF2 and Australian SAS and Commandos. Immersed in a world of targeting Taliban Commanders and other High Value Targets I constantly found myself imagining what these guys could achieve without the caveats of Government control. If they could wage unconstrained warfare against the world's worst. So as I interacted with these amazing warriors I started to build a concept, a concept that would evolve into PRIMAL.

Dec 042014
 
This isn't me but, I wish it was. The dude not the chick!

This isn’t me but, I wish it was. The dude not the chick!

I live on the South Island of New Zealand, a part of the world that is in a word ‘stunning’. You’ve all seen Lord of the Rings and the Hobbit. No shit, that’s what it looks like. I mean, we don’t have midgets running around selling jewelry or dudes on flying horses or anything like that. What we do have is snow capped mountains, crystal clear lakes and mile high waterfalls. So stunning is this place that a Victoria’s Secret model could walk butt naked down the street and people wouldn’t notice… OK, that’s a lie.

So with all this beauty you can imagine how many tourists we get; literally

Middle Earth - Otherwise known as the kingdom of selfie.

Middle Earth – Otherwise known as the kingdom of selfie.

thousands. Now imagine each one taking hundreds, actually thousands of selfies. Yep, this is the land of the selfie. Now, I don’t mind selfie takers. At least they’re photographing more than just their dinner. That happens too. But the latest craze to sweep the self-absorbed, iPhone-wielding zombie horde is… selfie sticks.

What the hell is a selfie stick I hear you asking. Imagine a collapsible golf club but instead of a putter head it’s got your phone attached to the end of it. What is the point of this retarded staff of dip shitness? Well, it enables an extended reach selfie. That’s right, it lets anti-social selfietards achieve an even higher quality of self-documentation for their awesome Facebook pages, puke!

This guys is killing it.

This guys is killing it.

The first time I saw one of these poles, a narcissistic asshole nearly smacked me in the face with it. The idiot was waving it around like he was god damn Harry Potter. With his iPad-sized phone attached the thing was like a battle axe. Had he hit me it probably would have cleaved my head off. Baffled as to what this device was, I watched him and his equally self-obssessed girlfriend attempting to manipulate themselves and the pole to get an epic photo with the mountains in the background. I would have offered to take the shot but I was dumb-founded by the sheer level of idiocy on display.

This guy is a public liability and deserves a flogging.

This guy is a public liability and deserves a flogging.

When did it get too hard to ask a passer by to take a photo? Are people worried that someone will run off with their phone? Because if I wanted this guy’s phone I would have just taken the stick and the phone. Hell, if he got shitty about it I could just whip the bejesus out of him with the pole…. Maybe I just came up with a real use for a selfie pole. Drop a phone holder on the end of an extendable baton and you can probably smuggle it through customs. Boom! Now if someone does steal your phone you can smack the shit out of them.

Silkstone out!

Nov 162014
 

Central African Conflict Zone Sourcing

 C4ADS link analysis diagram for illicit ivory smuggling

Like a lot of people, I get pretty pissed off when I read that poachers kill up to 50 000 elephants each year just to harvest material that is chemically identical to my fingernails. My immediate reaction is to grab my gear, head over to Africa and start capping fuqtards. However, that’s probably going to achieve sweet f#ck all. Nope, the problem runs far deeper than just the poor bastards putting their lives on the line to drop the elephant. It runs all the way from Asia to the big game parks and back again.

Recently, a non-profit organization, C4ADS released two thoroughly detailed reports on the state of ivory smuggling. A boom in consumer demand in China has led to record levels of poaching, leading the elephant toward extinction in some parts of Africa. The reports caught my eye as they demonstrate similar methodology to that used by intelligence organizations to pull apart terrorist networks. Utilizing sophisticated analysis tools such as Palantir, they dive into the complex problem of the illicit ivory trade, from poaching through to smuggling and distribution.

Before I go further, allow me to digress. A lot of smart and motivated people are fighting against the illicit wildlife trade in Africa. Former-Special Forces soldiers like Damien Mander are working in an ‘Advise and Assist’ role with anti-poaching rangers to secure ‘High Target Species’ like rhinos and elephants. Other Non-Government Organizations like the IFAW are implementing a broad range of strategies including targeting consumer demand. This would be considered ‘PSYOPS’ or ‘Information Operations’ in a military context, and includes paying for advertising to influence the consumer. According to the IFAW 70% of the Chinese population polled believed that elephant tusks simply fall out like human teeth, and harvesting them did not result in killing the animal. They need to be educated to the bloody truth about ivory. And those eating Rhino horn also need to be reminded that they could simply chew their damn nails for all the same bullshit health benefits.

It’s important work, not just for the survival of these amazing creatures and the tourism dollars they bring to impoverished communities, but also to disrupt what has become a billion-dollar illicit industry for global organized crime. Within conflict-torn central and east Africa numerous criminal, terrorist, and insurgent groups rely on poaching. For example, Kony’s Lord’s Resistance Army in Central Africa, Al-Shabaab in Somalia, and Janjaweed militias in Sudan, all use funding from ivory that usually end up in Chinese carving factories.

Regardless of the hard work being done, the prospects for these animals is bleak. In the years following 2006, when the Chinese government listed the ivory sector as part of the country’s ‘intangible cultural heritage’, ivory carvers and retailers have boomed. What was an attempt to save the ailing the Chinese ivory industry led to a rise in demand from the increasingly wealthy population. Now, the state-supported Chinese ivory industry relies on poaching for supply, and elephants are being culled at record rates. True, some other Asian countries like Thailand and Vietnam are also consumers, but they’re assessed as consuming far less than China.

Rhinos have already been poached out of existence in parts of central Africa and elephants are the next in line. Current trends point to elephants being killed off at a rate of at least 30,000 per year and this number is rising. Directly combating poachers in conflict-zones is an almost futile course of action. Many of the poachers are heavily armed military or guerrilla units that significantly outgun the rangers. They even use their heavy weapons and helicopters to massacre Elephants. On the other side of the problem, demand-reduction strategies are unlikely to influence the Chinese population and government at a rate fast enough to ensure the elephant’s survival in many areas.

Ugandan Helicopter Hunting

Ugandan military helicopter assessed as involved in poaching

C4ADS’s reports offer some alternative strategies. I can’t cover the 160 pages of analysis or summarize all the findings here. Instead, I’ll highlight some points that might stimulate some thoughts and discussion. C4ADS advocate complementing anti-poaching and demand-reduction strategies with ‘targeting’ the smuggling networks. In military parlance, this would be referred to as ‘non-kinetic targeting’ and some of C4ADS’s recommendations are similar to counter-proliferation (or in current jargon, counter-weapons of mass effect) operations. In the case of ivory smuggling, some recommended key nodes to target are the ports in Tanzania and Kenya, most notably Mombasa.

Mombasa Port

Smugglers rely predominantly on shipping to move bulk ivory from East Africa to East Asia (mainly China). C4ADS, using open sources (publicly available information) combined with anonymous interviews, was able to generate high fidelity intelligence on this smuggling network. They highlight the issue of information existing in silos and advocate the need for an intelligence-fusion center to generate actionable intelligence. Their report leads me to believe that they have generated a great deal of intelligence, fusing data ranging from financial information, money laundering, geospatial data, law-enforcement reports, with investigative journalism and basic link analysis. One of their most significant suggestions was that in the absence of government bodies doing this analysis, a NGO like C4ADS could potentially do it on a contracted basis.

Trafficking Route Analysis

Impact could then be made through a variety of ‘non-kinetic’ options. Trusted law enforcement agencies could be tipped off to conduct seizures and arrests. If convergence is identified between ivory smuggling networks and other forms of smuggling such as human-trafficking, drugs, or weapons, the likelihood of government response could be increased. Legitimate international shipping companies being used for smuggling could also be ‘incentivized to divest through reputational pressure’. Intelligence implicating corrupt government elites could be discreetly shared with international bodies to encourage the use of political pressure, sanctions, or other economic measures. Theoretically, costs would increase for the smuggling organizations, making the trade less lucrative for them and reducing poaching. And, let’s face it, as much as we may want to put warheads on foreheads this is likely to be a more achievable and successful line of operation.

Contracted intelligence services do, however, pose a number of questions. Much of C4ADS’s information was garnered from public sources, so what if the smugglers adapt and implement stronger operational security measures? Is it appropriate for a non-government organization to step up collection to utilize other forms of intelligence? Where does one draw the line between anonymous ‘interviews’ and running a HUMINT agent network? If publicly available software is used to monitor social media or online communications, where does it cross over into the cyber-espionage realm? What happens when the billion-dollar criminal enterprise decides to retaliate? What protections do the contractors have? If the NGO needs to operate from charitable donations, how hard would it be to operate in a semi-clandestine manner in order to protect its members?

A truly effective non-government intelligence capability probably only exists in the realms of fiction right now. The covert vigilantes in my PRIMAL series of books would definitely take the fight direct to China, to ‘influence’ policy makers and ivory kingpins. Yeah sure, they’d use some techniques frowned upon by not-for-profits and government agencies but you can bet your left ball they’d be effective. If that that’s the sort of rough justice that appeals to you can ‘Join PRIMAL’ here and I’ll let you know when a PRIMAL anti-poaching novel hits the shelves.

Xiamen Network

So what do you think? Is a contracted intelligence-fusion center a viable strategy in the fight against illicit wildlife smuggling? Can NGOs hope to save the elephants while the Chinese government supports the ivory industry and demand for ivory is so high? Or will another few hundred thousand elephants die to satisfy the material needs of the economically upward but environmentally ignorant Chinese?

JS

Aug 162014
 

 

PRIMAL InceptionEver since the release of PRIMAL Unleashed, I’ve received a crap load of emails, tweets and messages asking for more on Ice. I’ve got to admit that he’s one of my all time favorite PRIMAL characters. Why? Because he’s a soldier’s soldier. A quiet professional. The type of man that every operator wants to fight alongside. It’s pretty easy to understand why I wanted to go back and tell his story.

PRIMAL Inception is one of three novellas that give the background to PRIMAL and some of the key characters. They are small projects that I’ve been working on concurrently with the development of the next three full-length PRMAL novels: Reckoning, Nemesis, and Redemption. Rest assured that they will be released on schedule, maybe even a little early. Make sure you’ve signed up to PRIMAL on the website so I can keep you updated.

And if you get a chance to review any of the books that would rock.

You can find PRIMAL Inception on Amazon here.

Back to it,

JS

 

 

 

 

Jul 172014
 

Hey team, a journalist friend of mine, Milly, helped me research my latest book, PRIMAL InceptionShe also recently published this article on PRIMAL. Check it out.

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By Milly Stilinovic

Jack Silkstone, military intelligence and special ops, has dedicated a life to weeding out and roughing up those he considers to be “global douche bags”. His PRIMAL series of action thrillers focuses on a team of heavy-hitting vigilante operatives who deliver justice where governments fail. In his latest novella, PRIMAL Inception, he delves deep into the heartland of Kosovo and emerges with a confronting truth about humanitarian intervention and the wheels behind military action.

PRIMAL Inception - out soon.

PRIMAL Inception – out soon.

“They’re all dead, boss.” The man Simeon had dispatched to check on the Spetsnaz team had returned. “One car was flipped over, no survivors. The other had been shot to pieces. Fucking disgusting.”

Simeon was sitting at the table in the villa’s dining room. There was no way he was going outside again, even after Aslan’s bloated carcass was removed from the pool. He sat in silence contemplating his options.

“What do you want us to do?” the man asked.

“Get everyone packed,” said Simeon. “We’re going back to Russia. Tell the men in Dubai that we’re pulling out.”

“You sure, boss? I mean, that seems a little drastic.”

“Are you a fucking moron? Did you see what those animals did to us? They came into our territory, infiltrated our home, and put a fucking bullet in Aslan. I’m now the head of this organization and I don’t want to provoke people with that sort of capability! We go back to Russia, we lay low, and we find new territory to exploit, you hear me?”

“Yes, boss.” The man scampered away to make the necessary arrangements.

Simeon poured himself a drink from one of the bottles on the table. He wanted to get as far away as he could from this place, and from the man whose voice would haunt his dreams for the rest of his life.”

With that, author Jack Silkstone cracks his knuckles and removes his fingers from the keyboard to step away from Simeon’s dire straights. He takes a swig of his own whiskey neat, having realised that his own, confronting ghosts are manifesting before him. Ghosts that urge him to use his pen, rather than a procession of high-tech weapons, to propagate a message. One that, not only Simeon but the world needs to hear – one that deals with the remains of intervention.

On Silkstone

Silkstone is a military man who has spent the good part of twelve years honing a career in military intelligence and special operations. He has worked alongside some of the world’s most elite units and within the world’s most hostile conflict zones.

“I’ve spent a lot of time overseas in really crappy places ranging from the Middle East to South East Asia,” he says. “The majority of my time was spent tracking down bad guys so that door kickers could serve out a bit of rough justice.”

His eyes have surveyed scenes of broken bodies and battered skulls, fractured societies and the impact of war on territories that have rarely known peace. He knows the feeling of attempting to save lives as death clutches at war’s latest casualty.

“I remember a moment very early in my military career,” he says. “I was a Platoon Commander in an infantry unit deployed on a UN peacekeeping mission. It was late one afternoon and we were in our patrol base when one of the locals requested help for an accident. My platoon medic, myself and some of my soldiers ran down to the local hospital to help. A truck carrying over thirty people had rolled on a narrow road in the mountains. People had been flung from the truck like dolls. Many of them had already died on the way to the ill-equipped medical center. Death literally walked among us. I could feel her presence. She snatched lives from our hands as we fought desperately to save the lives of men and women, children and the elderly. I felt like she was breathing down the back of my neck every time I knelt next to a stretcher to triage a victim. That day was an eye opener. I was a fit young man and thought I was immortal. Trying in vain to keep a five year old alive tends to remind you how fragile the line between life and death really is.”

He has also experienced the pain of separation. The moment when a soldier realises time does not stand still in the free world. When the minds of those you’ve left behind slowly succumb to the idea that you may not return. It was during his second deployment to Afghanistan when Silkstone received a Dear John from his fiancé, the name given to communiqué from lovers citing an end to your relationship.

“Rather than let it eat at me, I turned to writing in what little spare time I had,” he says. “It helped me keep my head clear and stay focused on the job.”

Through the pain of loss, PRIMAL, a series of hard core action thrillers, was hatched.

On PRIMAL

“One of my fans called the books revenge porn and I tend to agree,” Silkstone says. “They’re fast-paced, violent, emotional and they address a lot of the injustice in the world.”

PRIMAL, according to the author, is written to highlight the true intentions of those who hone careers in the military.

“We all want to take the fight to the bad guys and we all want to shed the shackles of politics and rules and just get out there and hold the truly evil to account,” he says. “We are sick of douche bags fucking over the little people.”

The fiction-based-on-fact series follows two former CIA operatives, Vance and Ice, who join forces with Tariq Ahmed, the heir to an Arab air-freight logistics empire. The trio conspire to assassinate Tariq’s father, a Wahabist extremist responsible for ‘acts of terrorism’.

“Empowered with his father’s billion-dollar empire, Tariq offers the two men an opportunity to bring a little justice to the world,” says Silkstone. “They recruit additional operatives, Bishop, Mitch and Chua and set about raising Priority Movements Airlift (PRIMAL), the cover name for the independent team of vigilantes.”

From this the series broadened in scope and sent the covert operatives to the world’s most notorious hot spots – Sudan and South Sudan, India and Pakistan, Afghanistan, Ukraine, Iran…

“If there is justice to be served and governments won’t intervene then the PRIMAL team is not going to be far away,” Silkstone says.

The sixth and yet-to-be-released installation, PRIMAL Inception, follows Ice and Vance down the rabbit hole of western foreign policy and into the war-torn hills of Serbia’s former province, Kosovo. In 1999 the conflict between the forces of the federal republic of Yugoslavia and Kosovar secessionist rebels had escalated into a humanitarian crisis. At this point, the two former CIA operatives are propping the aspirations of the Kosovar rebels.

“War criminals by any standards,” says Silkstone. “These brutal fighters are an unlikely ally in a vicious ethnic conflict.”

Two years on and the region is run by a government comprised of former rebel fighters. The territory’s political infrastructure is increasingly corrupted. The streets are run by one of Eastern Europe’s strongest mafia rings and the citizens are left to air their grievances to the ears of apathetic decision-makers. Ice and Vance are faced with a stark choice. They must either abide by the façade of stability or fight a lone battle against, what the author refers to as, ‘war criminals now turned political leaders.’

“Kosovo was classic case of large-scale intervention gone wrong,” says Silkstone. “Replacing a legitimate government, albeit oppressive, with the Albanian Mafia was not a smart move.”

While the plot is specific to the region of the southeastern Balkans, Silkstone utilises the story line to confront the larger issues policy-makers, military folk and civilians must address when faced with the potential of military intervention.

“When the intent is to minimize loss of human life then intervention can be the best option,” he says. “But, when things like politics, ill-informed public opinion and national strategy cloud the issue then bad decisions can and will be made.”

Since the post-WWII era, with liberal states taking on the duty of care, the world has seen a rise of states and transnational bodies interjecting into conflict and protecting the lives of those whose governments are unable or unwilling to do so.

Intervention enjoyed a honeymoon period in the nineties with a string of military interventions deterred aggressor states from further committing gross violations of human rights – Bosnia and Hercigovina, Sierra Leone, Haiti…

The rise of intervention spurred the former UN Secretary General, Kofi Annan to plead with the international community to manifest a uniformed approach to intervention. He aspired to create a concept that would allow for ‘more Kosovos’ and ‘no more Rwandas.’ To do so, the international community needed to reach a consensus on what actions, orchestrated by states and non-state actors, would warrant coercion. Dizzy by, what was perceived as the success of Operation Noble Anvil in Kosovo, The Canadian Government forged the International Commission on Intervention and State Sovereignty (ICISS) to compile a report that would establish common ground and a threshold that would justify action on behalf of the international community. The report, that attempted to dissolve the notion of non-interference and primacy of state sovereignty that has been upheld by the world order since the post-WW2 era, was titled the Responsibility to Protect (R2P). According to the principle of R2P, no longer would sovereignty and non-interference be a barrier for inaction when vulnerable citizens were faced with gross violations of human rights. Nonetheless, no matter how passionate Annan was to see the rights of individuals propagated as the main objective of intervention, R2P in its complete state was not accepted by the international community. The votes of those states who only had sovereignty to protect them from having their will overshadowed by the affluent assured that, at the 2005 World Summit, the execution of R2P would remain under the authority of the UN Security Council that was run by the permanent five – a body of states.

To this day, the concept of humanitarian intervention remains highly contested due to, what critics claim to be, a selective and politicised nature. This politicised nature of intervention allows states to refrain from action during large scale genocide in Rwanda in 1994. It permits the creation of an Axis of the Willing to pre-emptively strike Iraq in 2003. Orchestrated by states, or state-run bodies, intervention is still prone to being clouded by politics, interest and bias.

“It’s all about political will and strategic resources,” Silkstone says. “What does Rwanda have? Jack shit. What did Iraq have? A regime refusing to tow the party line and a fuck load of oil. At the end of the day, governments act in their own interests not the interest of the people suffering on the ground.”

Due to the interest of states shaping the outcomes of intervention, Silkstone believes that frequently the true objective of intervention is not to protect the vulnerable but to orchestrate a regime change. This state-centric approach, as claimed by Silkstone, litters history with a procession of failed interventions.

“The basic underlying foundation of humanitarian intervention should be the preservation of human life,” says Silkstone. “If it’s not then you’ve got a case of a government using it as a mask for strategic positioning. This is especially poignant when a despot is the only thing stopping multiple ethnic groups tearing each other apart. Maybe crushing that regime is not the best option.”

With regime change at the fore of intervention’s objectives, power vacuums are created which are often filled by regimes that are considered cooperative by interveners. The establishment of these regimes, considered ‘puppets’ by anti-interventionists, not only encroach on an intervened state’s right to self-determination but may not provide stability to a war-torn region that has been marred by ethnic conflict.

“Look at Kosovo as an example,” he says. “World opinion was against the Yugoslavian campaign to crush the Albanian insurgency but the reality is that the violence triggered by NATO intervention created a situation that inflicted far more casualties than the Yugoslavians ever would have. Just because governments decide to back one group over another doesn’t make them legitimate nor should it make them untouchable. Sometimes large-scale intervention is not the right model. Often political and strategic decisions need to take a back seat to common sense.”

The other option, interveners taking over the administrative responsibilities of a state by executing an interim government, further encroaches on a society’s right to freely elect their representatives. It blurs the line between intervention and occupation which further impacts on the validity of the humanitarian aspect of intervention.

“If a government overthrows a regime then occupation is necessary to replace the security and governance apparatus,” says Silkstone. “You can’t topple a regime and then provide no alternative. Iraq is a classic example of this. The Americans toppled the government and disbanded the security forces, then they were left holding their dicks as the sectarian violence spread like wild fire.”

However, the post-conflict violence that sets fragile war-zones alight with ethnic tension is, as claimed by the author, a testament to regardless of how many UN Secretary Generals plead for humanitarian-based operations, the underlying question will always remain – whose security are we really protecting?

“That’s the billion-dollar question,” says Silkstone. “At the end of the day governments are responsible for the security of their own people and their own interests. But what if we had a global entity to try and protect the security of the little guys. What about the UN? Please, the UN is an epic fail. It achieves little other than to fill third world countries with new Landcruisers and handouts of rice and plastic sheeting.”

If this be the case maybe we, the spectator, have perceived the definition of humanitarian intervention incorrectly. Maybe it is time to question what meaning we apply to the term and what actions we expect to take place in hot zones riddled with gross violations of human rights. Instead of assuming that the security of those left vulnerable in war zones is the main objective of militarily coercing a state or non-state actor into compliance, maybe it is time to consider compliance as the main objective. Compliance, based on the ideals of interveners, as a means to secure international peace and security.

“War is a tool of diplomacy,” says Silkstone. “It’s far more useful as a ‘threat’ than an action. Once war is declared only enough force to break the will of the government is required.”

While Silkstone harbours a somewhat pragmatic approach to defining humanitarian intervention, his aspirations for the concept a far more idealistic.

“In my opinion human life is more valuable than anything,” he says. “We need to balance strategic interests against the need to minimise suffering and mitigate the influence of evil. But hey, I’m just an altruistic soldier who believes in dealing out rough justice to power-mongering ass holes.”

Original article published in Sneaky Magazine here.

PRIMAL Inception is due out in August/September.

Jun 092014
 

The latest 2022 FIFA World Cup bribery scandal surprised no one. The fact that Qatar was voted to host the World Cup despite being a desert hellhole, raised more than a few questions about corruption. However, the rampant media coverage seems to have forgotten the real issue, the exploitation of migrant construction workers.

'Global safety standards, allegedly.'

‘Global safety standards’, allegedly.

The poor bastards are dying at a rate of one a day, with the estimated death toll prior to the World Cup to be in the thousands. Living in squalor, denied their passports, unable to access to basic medical facilities, and forced to work through extreme temperatures, Qatar is treating third world workers as disposable slave labor. Fortunately international pressure forced the Qatari government to commission an independent investigation into how they can implement labor reform, or maybe just treat workers like human beings. Additionally human rights organizations, including Amnesty International, are attempting to hold them to account. Except, who would have thought, there has been no significant change. Nope, they just keep killing more of their disposable minions. Is FIFA going to do anything about it? Not likely considering they are still backing their choice of Qatar and aren’t even owning up to the bribery scandal.

Qatar – perfect venue for the 2022 FIFA World Cup, just need to build everything from scratch and ignore the fact that no one will want to visit Qatar because it is in fact a desert sh@thole.

It’s almost like we need an independent organization to hold all these corrupt immoral douche bags to account. A covert team of pipe swinging, ninja fuckmasters immune to bribery and politics. Hard men and women willing to use any means necessary to fight for the oppressed. Before you get all excited you need to understand that these people don’t exist, at least not in the real world.  However, the exploitation of workers in the Middle East did provide the inspiration for the story of PRIMAL Origin, and yes in the story the douche bags get what they deserve. You can check out PRIMAL Origin here.

In the meantime if you want to do something positive send a big fuck you to FIFA by boycotting their bullshit events. Don’t even get me started on the sex-trafficking in Brazil for the tournament next month or how much of a Sochi-esque shitfight the 2018 event in Russia will be.

JS

 

May 252014
 

PRIMAL Mirza

Team, I just wanted to let you all know that my latest novella, PRIMAL Mirza, is free for a limited time.

Unlike the previous PRIMAL books this one isn’t actually about our vigilante organisation. But, it does tell the backstory of one of my favourite PRIMAL characters – Mirza Mansoor.

Set in India it’s a fast paced adventure wrapped in poverty, corruption and treacherous greed. In a time of dire need one man will answer India’s call for a hero.

Click on your bookstore of choice below to download the ebook.

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For those of you who don’t shop on Amazon, the next book in the series is PRIMAL Reckoning. Book one in a trilogy that pits our team of global vigilantes against Mexican cartels, civilian paramilitary contractors, and ultimately, the CIA. I’ll be releasing all future PRIMAL books in all stores so if you haven’t yet ‘Join PRIMAL’ here to be kept informed of upcoming releases. I’ll only email you when I have a new book or news pertaining to my work.

Indian Commandos in Kashmir

Para Commandos in Kashmir

Mar 302014
 
Bullsh#t only begins to express the pain I feel.

Bullsh#t only begins to express the pain I feel.

I’ve increasingly become a fan of Yoga. Not the weird arse hand holding, chanting, kale eating shit (previous experience) but the basic stretching classes that help me lengthen my abnormally tight muscles.

I’ve got a buddy who’s more orientated towards the social aspects of Yoga (trying to bang hot chicks) who put me on to it a few years ago. He’s pretty flexible and finds it hilarious that my muscles and tendons have about as much give as parachute landing on tarmac. Check out the picture he sent me… such an asshole.

The sad thing is it’s a true representation of my Yoga experiences. I can’t reach my toes for shit. Forty year old housewives wipe the floor with me when it comes to downward facing dog. For me it’s like downward facing drop kick. By the end of the class I’m sweating like a Jihadist at a women’s rights convention..

In all seriousness though, Yoga is the bomb if, like me, you’ve spent years abusing your body. Static line parachuting, obstacle courses, humping huge amounts of crap, jumping out of helicopters, trucks and boats all take a serious toll on your joints and muscles. Yoga definitely helps release the pressure and build the strength back up. I recommend it to all the former service persons who’ve treated their bodies like a playground through their twenties.

For those of you that think it degrades their masculinity, you’re probably right. But at the end of the day you’re in a room filled with women in lycra who take their bodies seriously. Ain’t nothing bad about that.

JS

PS. Just like my hamstrings PRIMAL Fury has been released.

Mar 262014
 
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Want flowery descriptions and characters that tell their life story over a soy, chai, latte? This is not the brand for you!

Every now and then I get a message, review, or comment from someone who just doesn’t get PRIMAL. Sometimes it’s from an armchair General complaining about a ‘lack of realism’, or maybe it’s a literature professor who’s upset at the lack of big words, and excessive profanity.

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Does this look like classic literature?

I want to make it perfectly clear. I don’t write classic literature and I don’t write military non-fiction. PRIMAL is not elegant prose, nor is it a documentary. PRIMAL is high speed, hardcore action designed purely to entertain. I get bored reading endless paragraphs of pointless description and long-winded ‘character development’, so I balance it with action to keep things interesting. Yeah my characters do crazy sh#t against outrageous odds, yeah they use a lot of futuristic tech, have shit-tonnes of cash and f@ck yeah they always win in the end… Why? Because it’s cool and it’s fun to read.

Am I going to change the way I write because not everyone likes it? Hell no. All the haters can eat a d#ck. There’s a whole bunch of PRIMAL fans out there that love reading as much as I love writing. So guess what, PRIMAL is only going to get better and better as my skills improve.

Keep reading and take it for what it is…

JS

Mar 042014
 

PRIMAL Fury smallJPGFury – Violent anger. A wild and dangerous force. Webster’s definition is pretty much smack on when it comes to my latest PRIMAL novel. Sex trafficking is something that makes me very, very angry. The fact that piece of sh$t, scumbag, dickwads are trafficking women and children for pleasure is, quiet frankly, fucked up!

So what happens when team PRIMAL turns their attention to a gang of traffickers abducting women and selling them to sickos? Violent anger by a wild and dangerous force! Bishop and the team go on a door kicking, body stacking safari that leads them half way round the world. But this war on dickwad traffickers isn’t all beer and skittles. They soon face off against their most sinister opponent ever – a clandestine Yakuza clan.

Right now PRIMAL might be a fictional but sex trafficking isn’t. Every day thousands of women and children are forced into a life of misery by men who deserve to have their manhood hacked off with a blunt knife. However there are people and organizations out there trying to make a real difference. They might not have kinetic options but they do make an impact and they do need your help. Check out these links for the opportunity to give them some much needed support. International Justice Mission, Stop the Traffik, Not for Sale and the Polaris Project.

This is the first PRIMAL book that I have released with my new publisher – Thomas & Mercer. I gotta say Alan Turkus and his team have been an absolute pleasure to work with. They’ve been responsive to all of my outlandish demands and I hope this is the first of a long line of PRIMAL adventures. You can order PRIMAL Fury hardcopies, audiobooks and eBooks on Amazon.

Back to working on the next PRIMAL adventure – PRIMAL Reckoning.

JS

 

Feb 282014
 

10458871_10152170006550108_7588909318375872464_nThere was once a time when the only men that wore beards were manly men. Lumberjacks, fishermen, Spec Ops dudes and Vikings.Now it seems that every second dweeb I see on the street is a flaxseed consuming, noodle armed, skinny jean wearing, pot smoking, artistic fuckwit sporting a full blown organic face warmer.

A steely eyed, bearded warrior waits patiently for a Hipster to trundle by on a fixie, drinking a flax and kale smoothie.

A steely eyed, bearded warrior waits patiently for a Hipster to trundle by on a fixie, drinking a flax and kale smoothie.

I hate these people almost as much as I hate vegans. Why? I hear you ask. Because they’ve taken something awesome and turned it in to a great big pile of steaming hippy shit. There was a time when a heavily tattooed, bearded dude
wearing a watch cap was either a lumberjack or a WWII Commando about to scale a French cliff and snap some Nazi scumbag’s neck like a twig. Now it’s the hallmark of a veritable smorgasbord of limp wristed dipshits who’s only contribution to society is to consume kale, sell useless second hand shit and ride helmetless on bikes with no brakes and no gears. Fucking tards.

There, I’m done. Now I can breath easy and go back to working on PRIMAL.