There are speciality magazines everywhere--for lapidarists, and model trainists and aviationists and autoeroticists. But there is only one publication designed solely for those brave men who make a career of fighting other people's battles. Soldier of Fortune--The Journal of Professional Adventurers.

The June issue, cover dominated by a man in a white jumpsuit and a yellow hard hat cradling a machine gun, features research pieces on dozens of new lightweight automatic rifles, and articles sporting titles like "Death in the Delta." The letters columns ("Flak" and "Cuss and Discuss") carry wide-ranging opinions on men and munitions. Larry Loper, of Sugar Land, Texas, contributed the following to one discussion of the relative merits of 45s vs 9 mm ammunition. "Let's try an experiment," Loper suggests. "Lie flat on your back on a bench or table. Have a friend--or enemy--take a baseball bat and slam it into your gut with all the force he can. Your skin remains unbroken and there is no wound. Yet you are rolling on the floor, puking, due to energy transmitted via hydrostasis and body reaction. A good hollowpoint does the same thing. IT drills a hole in the body, then gives it s good kick in the gut."

The lead article--no less than the third in a three-part series--concerns illegal aliens in the Southwest. Or, more accurately, it is about the "Silent Invasion--Brown Tide Threatens America." N.E. McDougald, the author, describes a series of nighttime maneuvers with the fearless men of the U.S. Border Patrol, and then offers his and others' views on the dangers unrestrained immigration presents.

"We were talking about millions of them, living comfortably in the U.S., taking advantage of our services, and paying little, if any, taxes.... Foreign espionage agents also enjoy the freedom of our turnstile border...New Mexico is officially bilingual... 'A low regard for life is part of Mexican culture, so when an illegal comes north, that culture usually travels with him'... 'The country is being overwhelmed, with no effort being made to stop it. But I think a change in the national attitude could correct it."

Soldier of Fortune bulges with advertising, most of it aimed at the high-priced professional "adventurer." There are lots of advertisement for books, on every topic from how "to build a submachine gun in your home workshop," to "a revealing look at fantastically effective sniping techniques," the latter complete with a chapter on "Sniper Employment." Maybe you need German Paratrooper Boots? Or a knife called the Dwarf ("the bastard of the mating of wormeaten wood with twisted steel.") Or perhaps you are "ready for the fun and excitement of the M-19 A" submachine gun? All are available in the Soldier of Fortune market place.

Lest you fear Soldier of Fortune is too macho for your perusal, rest assured the magazine has something for everyone. As an example, there is Bill Carpenter's informative treatise on "Guns for Gals." Carpenter begin his accout with the story of a woman who heard a noise at the door and called the police, only to be told that because of budgetary problems it would take some time to answer the call.

"When the police finallyarrive, you probably know nothing of it, because you are raped, kidnapped, dead or beaten badly. Sounds frightening, doesn't it?" It certainly does, but Carpenter has the solution--guns. Because "in many cases the man of the house must be away from home due to work etc," women need firearms. Big firearms, because smaller ones "lack the stopping power to bring down an advancing felon." Carpenter admits his advice may be legally questionable. "Some states have ridiculous laws, such as one can shoot in self-defense only if the intruder states he intends physicals harm" But fire away anyway, he recommends pithily.

"I would much rather be tried by 12 of my peers than have six of them as pallbearers."

EASY RIDERS--Entertainment for Adult Bikers, monthly, $1.75, published by Paisana Publications.

Easyriders is an up-front magazine. As the editor says in his introduction to an interview with David Duke, the Grand Wizard of the KKK, "Anyone who has read us for any period of time knows that we're up-front about everything and believe absolutely in freedom on the press. At times we present controversial articles, knowing full well we may catch some flack from someone, somewhere--and we welcome it. We firmly believe in presenting both sides of any issue, and so we will certainly print rebuttals to the following up-front interview."

Earl Warren couldn't have said it better; in the name of the First Amendment, Duke discloses, among other things that "white people face massive discrimination in employment opportunities, in scholarship opportunities in school, in promotions in industry, in college entrance admittance.... We prefer things that are white. We prefer the white race in terms of physical beauty, we prefer the white race in terms of our heritage and culture. We prefer our lifestyle to that of blacks and non-whites around the world...the discrimination whites are experiencing today is far more massive than what blacks experienced in the past."

Up front means more than politics though. Easyriders is honest about every controversial topic--sex, 130 mph motorized tricycles, farting and even death. A member of the staff, Ken Stambaugh, was killed in a motorcycle accident a few days before publication, and Easyriders' lead columnist, Spider, eulogized him in this fashion: "I didn't get to know the man--he'd just been with us a few weeks. He was working on his S.U. carb on the shoulder of the road near our firetrap the other night when a broad in a cage went off the road, smackin' him and his sled, shovin' 'em a hundred feet down the road. It makes you wonder why these things happen."

Letters fill large chunks of Easy Riders. A true classic, reprinted here in its entirely, came from Pete Chambly, Quebec, Canada: "I'm typing this letter because I can't write for shit." A testimony on behalf of children comes from "The Widow," a native of Salisbury, Md. "This is to all you outlaws who think rugrats are a hassle. Kids are the only way to keep our lives free! We've got to teach our babies about love and brotherhood. We've got to make them proud to be scooter people."

The only letter signed with a real name comes from W.K. Coors, of Golden, Colo.--"Word has reached me that an unfounded rumor that the Adolph Coors Company, or members of the Coors family, have contributed money or support to national gun control legislation continues to be spread. I wish to inform everyone that neither myself nor my company has made any contribution of this kind. It is unfortunate that unknown persons seeking to malign our company and injure our reputation have taken this dishonorable way of turning thousands of good friends against us.," The editor replies: "I'm hip--it's a good brew.

Sprinkled through Easyriders are advertisements for a dazzling array of products tied to the motorcycle lifestyle. There are "macho suspenders in Harley colors," and a three-record set of "War Songs of the Third Reich." You can order a handcrafted, bone china beer mug in the shape of a human skull, skull, or a part of your motorcycle plated in gold, or an eight-track tape that will teach you how to "make your dog a real man-stopper."