Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Fool Me Once, Shame On You...

...fool me twice, it's our own fucking stupidity for voting these evil fuckers back into office:

BIDEN Unveils Most Comprehensive Anti-crime Legislation in Over a Decade

Go. Read. Then come back and tell me these statist fuckers learned one g-ddamned thing from the past 13 fucking years.

Relevant passage:
Stop Senseless Gun Violence: Renewing the Assault Weapons Ban and Closing the Gun Show Loophole. The Biden Crime Bill provides for a straight-forward reauthorization of the assault weapons ban that became law in 1994 and it closes the so-called gun show loophole by requiring all gun show sales submit to federal background checks, just like any store-based firearm sale.

Emphasis mine.

Remember, this is on top of HR1022 with 59 sponsors.

The Assault Weapons Ban is coming back, folks. BOHICA.

Fuckers.

PSA

Kim reminds us that Ammo Day approaches.

Go. Buy ammo. Make Diane Feinstein cry...

I've got a new toy to feed. Looks like 100 rounds of 00 buckshot and 100 slugs in 20 gauge for me...

RIP, Bob...

Robert Goulet has passed on. Wheezy the penguin shall sing no more.

Side note: He was born in Lawrence, MA, which is right around the corner from me.

Rest in peace, Lancelot...

Memreeez...

Og posts about watching the sun come up while hunting, which naturally stirred some vague recollections in the back of my head about watching the sun rise one morning.

I must have been 18 or 19 at the time, and hanging out with friends one night we wound up at Dunkin' Donuts at like 2AM. Well, of course, I get my normal large coffee (regular, natch, and if you have to ask, you ain't from around hee-yah). We wind up jawing until like 4AM, at which point we realize that it's pretty much pointless to go home and go to sleep. So we swing by the all-night store when another friend worked, and waited for him to get off at 5.

Then we all went up to Hampton Beach and watched the sun rise over the Atlantic. Even as a callow youth more interested in T&A, the simple sight of the sun rising out of the ocean was breathtaking.

And then the girls in bikinis started showing up, and all was forgotten...

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

"Thought It Would Be Funny"

Words. Fail. Me.

Teen Charged in Craigslist Killing
MINNEAPOLIS —
A 19-year-old man suspected of killing a woman who answered an online ad for a baby sitter was charged Tuesday with second-degree murder.

Michael John Anderson is accused of shooting Katherine Ann Olson in the back at his home in suburban Savage, according to the criminal complaint filed in Scott County District Court.

Why was this young woman murdered?
When confronted with evidence, Anderson admitted he was present during Olson's slaying but said the killing was committed by a friend of his who "thought it would be funny," according to the complaint.

"Thought it would be funny".

Let that sink in for a second. A young woman is brutally and senselessly murdered for no other reason than these sonsabitches' amusement.

You know what would be "funny"? If the person or persons responsible for this were drawn and quartered live on national TV, then shot at dawn, with their corpses being left to rot and/or be eaten by vultures. That'd be a fucking hoot.

All the gun control in the fucking world will not solve the problem of a man or group of men who think it is "funny" to lure a young woman to their house with the express purpose of ending her life.

What's even worse is that they're being charged with second degree murder. WTF? If this isn't the very fucking dictionary definition of pre-meditated murder (i.e. first degree), then NOTHING is. They had the tools, a motive, and the intent. What the fuck more would you need for a first degree murder conviction?

We need the gallows reinstated, or perhaps the guillotine introduced as vermin control. It is long past time for us to start eradicating these sick fucks with extreme vengeance. Barring that, let's hope that this woman's husband, father, or brother owns a high-powered rifle and can shoot it well...

What Is The Sound...

...of one hand bitch-slapping the NYT?

Go read Bruce's utter demolition of an NYT blogger's pathetic excuse for "coverage"...

Sheer poetry, Bruce...

Speaking of Stupid...

JD at Tekmage's Blog brings the following idiocy to my attention:

AN ACT RELATIVE TO FIREARMS IN THE COMMONWEALTH.
(Just seeing that alone should tell all MA gunowners to assume the position...)

JD also has a comprehensive run down of other pending firearms-related bills. Go. Read. Get angry...



What, praytell, does this bill purport to do?
No license to carry shall be issued pursuant to this section unless and until the applicant for the license or for the renewal of an existing license presents to the licensing authority a complete list of every handgun owned by the applicant along with a certificate of insurance verifying that the applicant has a valid insurance policy insuring against any harm or damage that might arise out of the use of each weapon on said list. The applicant shall swear under the penalties of perjury that said list is a complete list of all handguns owned by the applicant. The insurance policy shall be in an amount of at least $250,000 and shall list the specific weapons covered by the policy.
Yeah. You read that right. Once again, law-abiding gun owners are being led out to the woodshed in a feel-good-but-do-NOTHING gesture that will have exactly ZERO impact on gun crime. It will, however, serve to drive more gun owners underground, out of state, or out of money. Which, really, is the only purpose for this bill. First off, good luck finding an insurance company that will write a policy that open-ended ("any harm or damage that might arise..."). Secondly, the state already knows about all my guns; why on earth does anyone need ANOTHER list?

The more I think about this, the more it pisses me off. Aren't we be constantly told that the only reason MA has gun crime is because of lax gun laws in neighboring states? Aren't the Uzi trees in NH (thanks Bruce) responsible for MA gun violence? Don't criminals get all their "illegal guns" from straw purchases at northern NH gun shows (Steve Bailey, call your office)? So why the fuck do law-abiding gun owners (in and of themselves one of the groups least likely to break the law, especially in MA where pretty much anything can lead to one being declared "unsuitable" to own firearms) have to take it in the shorts?

Let me break this down: I need to provide a quarter mil of insurance so that... Help me out here. I'm having a hard time envisioning what, exactly, this measure is going to do to combat gun crime. I pay for insurance. For??? In case my guns are stolen? The state of MA has already decreed that my guns be locked up at all times. Okay. Done. Now it's purely punitive? I've got to insure my guns against theft, at the risk of losing my LTC, and this is going to magically do SOMETHING to reduce gun crime?

Folks, they're not even trying to hide their contempt for us any more. They know we are such a small minority that they can kick us in the ass with impunity. So... to any and all MA gun owners reading this... First off, if you haven't already, join GOAL. Next, while I believe that this has been tried before and failed, it couldn't hurt to write your rep and tell them that you oppose this bill as the utter sham that it is. Make sure to point out that it will do nothing to deter criminals, and serve only to drive more people out of MA. Be respectful, but firm.

Thanks.

(Side note: Gah. Bring a list of serial numbers. Fuck you. That alone would take me days...)

WTF?

Did I miss a memo or something? Was today National Stupid Day?

I mean, sure, anyone could have missed the stop sign. It's only been there for years. It's only large, octagonal, and BRIGHT FUCKING RED.

And then... You know what I like? I like being tailgated. I like it when some inconsiderate yuppie asshole in a BMW is more interested in his phone conversation than with paying attention to where the fuck he's going. The only way it could get any better would be if some soccer mom in an SUV would drive so fucking close to my rear end that we actually produce a Ram-Expedition love-child bastard SUV truck. I'm thinking it would look like a Rampage or Courier...

It's got to be everyone falling back to earth, hard, after the Red Sox won the World Series. Everyone was all happy yesterday, but today they realize that, hey, it's just a sports team and their win has little practical application in my own life...

That is all.

Monday, October 29, 2007

They Say It's Your Birthday Too...

Go wish Unc a happy birthday in the remaining 90 minutes of the actual anniversary of his arrival on this mudball planet.

You whippersnapper (he's ~ 6 months younger than me)...

Just For Bruce...

...to explain why I was so tired Saturday night and therefore unable to watch the entirety of Game 3. Hopefully this stems the taunting I received in comments to this post...

Friday night was the PTA's Halloween Howl at my son's school (which will be my daughter's school in ten short months. Holy cow...). My wife is on the PTA. She was "volunteered" to coordinate and run the games section of the Halloween Howl (when the head of the PTA asked for volunteers, our four year old daughter shot her hand up like a rocket. That was the first, and last, time my wife brought either of the kids to a PTA meeting...)

So Friday, after a day's work, I get home, feed the kids, then load everyone into the truck to get to the school for the Halloween Howl. Spend 2+ hours chasing them around from games to Haunted Gym to dancing, etc. Come home, get them cleaned up and into bed so they'd be ready for...

Saturday. Saturday night was the Pack 113 Halloween party. I was "volunteered" to take over the running of the "Haunted Hallway" which had formerly been headed by one of the Den Leaders whose youngest son was finishing his Cub Scout career this year. I have only been with the Pack since August. I have no idea what to expect. A flurry of e-mails the past couple of weeks and a brief sketch of the layout, and I had a rudimentary plan: Three rooms with scary stuff, a hallway of terror, and a surprise at the end...

Arrived at the church at 3PM to set up. Troops are marshalled; rooms are cleared; plans are made/remade/adjusted. We manage to get all the props, actors, and scenery in place by 6PM when it starts. We have three "stations" - one room filled with witches (and a cauldron filled with dry ice); one room filled with ghosts and ghouls; and the piece de resistance (that's French for "kick-ass!"), the graveyard. In the boiler room of the church is a dark storage area with creeeepy stone walls, a dirt floor, and roughly hewn beams framing everything in. It was PERFECT for a hidden graveyard complete with zombies, grim reaper, even a human sacrifice...

Now, I am "Igor" the tour guide - I'm drawing from Ren Hoek, Marty Feldman in "Young Frankenstein", and Gollum for my inspiration here - which means that I am bringing each group through all three stations (and the "bonus scare" at the end). It also means that, unlike the people manning each station, I do not get a single second of rest for the 2½ hours the hallway is open... And, because I'm a hunchback, I'm dragging my feet, hunched over, talking like Kermit the frog on 'ludes...

And then there's a good hour of clean-up - major league bad karma to leave a church basement (where they would be holding Sunday school classes in less than 12 hours after the Halloween party) a mess...

So I finally drag my carcass home around 9:30 PM. Managed to stay awake for ~ 2 hours of the game, and went to bed when the Rockies rallied back from down 6-1 to only down 6-5. I missed the Sox rallying back. And Bruce isn't cutting me any slack, either:
Wait a minute. 10:38? Isn't that past your bedtime, Jay?

{Rodney} No respect, I gotta tell ya...{/Rodney}

That is all...

Ugh...

This staying up late shit has got to end.

Facing a Monday on less than five hours of sleep sucks.

More later. Must have coffee...

That is all.

12:02 AM. One Out Left...

Three strikes.

One pop fly.

A slow-moving grounder.

Any one of these and I can go to bed.

Because the Red Sox will, for the second time in a decade, have won the World Series...

UPDATE: Just won. Another sweep. Hallelujah-holy shit, the Boston Red Sox are the champs.

Again.

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Quote of the Night

Comes from EddieCoyle at Northeastshooters forum:

The Rockies are running out of outs. They've used 15 of their allotted 27.

Heh heh heh...

Saturday, October 27, 2007

Holy Shit!

Apparently, I can carry concealed in Texas on my MA LTC.

Tweaker, Holly, CP, Porta's Cat, LawDog, Matt, Mark, Kim, Jim... Looks like a visit might have to be arranged... Hmm...

Wow. Lots of bloggers in Texas. Gun bloggers. In Texas. Go figure. *g*

(Updated to add Mark, mea culpa good sir!)

Friday, October 26, 2007

Holy Unc-Alanche, Batman!

Checking my site stats, I see that SayUncle has linked me not once but twice. For lil ol' me, that has cause a major uptick in hits, for which I am grateful.

So, SayUncle readers, pull up a seat and look around. If I'd 'a' known I was gonna be famous I'd have cleaned the joint up a bit. At least I did change the header pic recently... ;)

That is all.

Friday Gun Pr0n #30

Today's firearm is something I had on my list, kinda...

This is a Saiga-20, a semi-automatic 20 gauge shotgun. It utilizes a 5 round removable box magazine on the traditional Kalashnikov design.

I say "kinda" above because I'd like to have this in 12 gauge, if for no other reason the greater availability of ammo for 12 gauge vs. 20 gauge (at least it's not 16 gauge...).

It should be a killer for Redneck Trap...

What Type of Gunnie Are You?

My good friend doubletrouble is curious about something. He wants to know what's in your wallet what kind of gunnie are you.

Go. Vote. This is more science in one post than the Brady Bunch ('o' Nuts) will do in a year.

I voted as "Collector and shooter". I will admit to buying a gun simply because it "spoke" to me, even thought there was no practical use for it. But I also love to shoot. There is simply no better stress relief out there...

Thursday, October 25, 2007

Magnum Opus...

Reader Matt sent me the following e-mail:
Hey there, I've been reading your blog for a few months now, I forget how I wound up finding it but that's beside the point.

I've been contemplating the purchase of a handgun for some time and after reading both you and Matt G over at Better and Better (maypeacebewithyou.blogspot.com) I think I've decided that its time to pony up some cash and be educated in handgun ownership and most importantly handgun safety. Any suggestions on where to start?

(Note: I'm going with a blue font kept the same size due to font size issues folks have mentioned. Please let me know if this works/doesn't work. Thanks)

This is a pretty tall order. I've broken it into parts. I'm including my response pretty much in its entirety, and it's a long'un. More along the lines of something Chris or Kevin would post, only not as technical (meaning correct) or knowledgeable (meaning smart) as either of them would post. My response follows:





The very first thing I would recommend would be to find a local NRA instructor. If there's a local firearms advocacy group, like GOAL in Massachusetts, they should be able to put you in touch with someone. Take a Basic Firearms course to start.

Now, for the handgun... Are you looking for something for concealed carry? Home Defense? Target shooting? Handguns fill a wide variety of roles, and can vary significantly depending on what you need/want them to do. A specialized "race gun" that might be the perfect IPSC firearm is most likely NOT going to be a good gun for concealed carry; the lightweight Kel-Tec or Smith & Wesson snubnose aren't going to win any long-distance shooting awards; and the Ruger Single Six that's perfect for blasting tin cans to oblivion isn't my choice for a home defense gun.

Let me cover three basic areas, then, with my recommendations. Bearing in mind that opinions are like @$$holes (everyone's got one, and if it's not your own, it stinks), these are what *I* prefer. I'd recommend that, unless you have a LOT of disposable income, you find a range that rents handguns to try them all out first.




First area: Home defense. Now, I prefer a shotgun for home defense. All things being equal, a 12 gauge pump-action shotgun with 7-8 round tubular magazine is just about perfect. If 8 rounds of 00 buckshot or slugs don't stop the threat, nothing short of an airstrike is gonna help. That said, there are many reasons why one wouldn't want a shotgun.

Since we're talking about a firearm that will be left in the home, weight (specifically, weight reduction through lightweight materials) isn't an issue. This is good for three main reasons:

1. Cost - the wunder metals are 'spensive, bubba (I know, I have a Smith & Wesson model 360PD j-frame, the 12 ounce snubbie-from-hell with titanium cylinder and scandium frame). A good, solid, well-constructed gun with all-steel frame is generally going to be less expensive than something using a more exotic metal.

2. Longevity: I've got firearms that date back to the beginning of the last century. I will most likely pass them down to my son, and I hope he passes them to his son. No cracking, scraping, etc. like with polymers even under moderate to hard use.

3. Weight - since you're not going to be carrying this firearm, you can afford a heavier gun. What this means is that recoil, specifically your perceived recoil, is going to be reduced. The .357 Magnum that will chew the hell out of your hand through a 20 ounce snubbie will seem like a pussycat in the large frame, 4" barreled house gun.

Caliber: For a home defense gun, I'd recommend one of three calibers starting with last choice:

1. .40 S&W - this makes the list due to cost and capacity. This is still a rather inexpensive round (~ $10 for a box of 50 "practice" rounds), and you can (in free states) find guns with magazine capacities of up to 15 rounds. I'd recommend a SigSauer model 226.

2. .357 Magnum - Smith & Wesson makes a large-framed, 8-shot .357 Magnum revolver that is on my long list of guns I want to get (model 627). With a 5" barrel for accuracy and a capacity of 8 rounds of .357 Magnum goodness, you'd have to look long and hard to find a more potent gun for defense. If that's too rich for your taste, there are also many 7 round .357 Magnums out there (model 686P, 619).

3. .45 ACP - old "big & slow". It's been a decent stopper for over 100 years now, and with modern technology and double-stacked magazines, capacity for .45 ACP can range up to 15 rounds. I'd recommend a SigSauer 220 or S&W SW1911. Lesser capacity than the polymer framed guns, but the extra weight will make recoil far more manageable. And if you can shoot it more, you'll make better use of the 8 rounds you get.




Next area: Concealed carry. There are MANY other factors at play when choosing a gun that you are going to carry, concealed on your person, for the purpose of self-defense. First and foremost, know the laws of your state and any state in which you plan on carrying. Do you have a duty to inform a police officer that you are carrying if you are pulled over for speeding? What constitutes "concealed"? Where are you prohibited from carrying? Does your state have binding signage? I'd STRONGLY recommend taking a concealed carry course in your state.

As for firearms, there are as many options as you can imagine. There are pocket guns; lightweight revolvers; micro-1911s; the list is pretty much limited only by your wallet... For the sake of brevity, I'll touch on pocket guns, small revolvers, and small automatics.

1. Pocket guns. Generally smaller caliber, also called mouse guns (which I covered here). As a rule, these are guns chambered in less-powerful calibers (to keep size down) with lesser accuracy (smaller barrels for easier concealability). I've found the Kel-Tec P3AT to be a good blend of lightweight, moderate caliber.

2. Small revolvers. Smith and Wesson Chief's Special (Model 637) or the Ruger SP101. They're either going to be .38 special or .357 Magnum as a general rule, although S&W had a j-frame chambered in .32 H&R Magnum that's pretty neat (albeit more expensive to shoot than either .38 or .357). These will be carried generally IWB, although ankle- or pocket-carry are also possible with the lighter Smiths. A warning on most of the guns in this category - the lightweight that makes them so well-suited for concealed carry means that you will feel the recoil of even the moderate calibers like .38 special. Try these guns out first before you buy! I'd recommend a Smith & Wesson model 637 should you decide on this method. It's relatively inexpensive, lightweight, and carries the S&W legendary reliability. It's a S&W revolver. It's like a fork: you pick it up, and it works. (tip 'o' the keyboard to Kim du Toit for that phrase...)

3. Small semi-automatics. Probably one of the first guns that comes to mind would be the baby Glock in 9mm, the model 26. It's light, small, conceals well, and is chambered in the oft-maligned 9mm (europellet, to quote some...). For self-defense purposes, with modern jacketed hollowpoints, this is an excellent choice. It's lightweight, controllable, has large-capacity magazines available (it will take the 17-round magazines for the full-size 9mm model 17) and is generally indestructible. I have a Smith & Wesson model SW99 compact, which is their version of the Walther P99. It's a skosh larger than the Glock, but pretty similar. These guns are generally too large for pocket carry, but make excellent choices for IWB.

One last thought: If you can carry a larger firearm (like a Commander-sized 1911, a mid-size revolver like the S&W K-framed model 686, or a Sig 229), by all means. Generally, these guns are pretty heavy, bulky, and do not lend to easy concealment in warmer climes and seasons. However, as a "winter" gun (i.e. one you can more easily conceal when wearing layers of clothing makes sense and won't look out of place), any one would be a fine choice. Any time you can increase the controllability, caliber, or capacity of the gun you stake your life on, do it...




Lastly, plinking/target shooting. "Fun" stuff you can do with a handgun. As with concealed carry, there are literally thousands of choices available - you can do Cowboy Action Shooting with a single-action Uberti Colt SA replica; you can spend thousands on a custom 1911 for IPSC; you can spend (as I did) a couple hundred on a lower end .22LR semi-automatic that will still let you put a bunch of holes in a tight group.

For basic plinking, there is no reason to get anything other than a .22LR handgun. Ammo is still cheap and plentiful, recoil is pretty much non-existent, and you can get guns similar to your carry gun (Smith & Wesson model 617, frex) or even conversion kits for your carry gun (Glocks and 1911s). I'd recommend a S&W model 617 for a revolver and a Ruger 22/45 for an inexpensive semi-auto. I'd recommend the S&W model 422 that I described here, except that S&W no longer makes it (and, hence, support might - emphasis on might - be harder to get).

For target shooting, I'm a big fan of the 1911. I've got a Colt Gold Cup National Match (shown here) that is far more accurate that I will ever be. It's fine out of the box as far as accuracy and reliability; since it's the venerable 1911 platform there are zillions of aftermarket modifications that can be made; and it's what I'm most familiar with. Kimber, Springfield Armory, Smith & Wesson, Les Bauer, Wilson Combat... There's an entire cottage industry built around the 1911 platform. I've heard really good things about the Smith & Wesson SW1911 and the entire Kimber line.

You also really can't go wrong with a good .357 Magnum revolver. For plinking, a 6" or 8 3/8" barrel will help tighten groups and reduce felt recoil (although the longer barrels tend to make the guns more front-heavy IMHO), and since it's a revolver, keeping the brass (should you eventually decide to reload to save money) is easy. Smith & Wesson model 686, Ruger GP100, or the holy mother of all double-action revolvers, the Colt Python are all excellent choices. It's pretty hard to choose a bad target revolver...




So that's my advice. Remember, I'm just some putz behind a screen. Get in touch with folks in your area. Find a range that will rent you a wide variety of handguns so you can try them out first. Be safe, have fun, and let us know what you get!

Best regards,

Jay






So... Any thoughts/criticisms/items to add that I forgot? I tried to keep it both basic and informative, and know that I glossed over somethings and/or skipped some things entirely.

And BTW, Matt wrote back that he forgot to mention this was for CCW.

(Matt, if you've got your own blog, leave a comment with the link and I'll put you on the blogroll).

That is definitely all.

Knew I Forgot Something...

...I forgot to welcome Squeaky from Squeaky Wheel Seeks Grease to the blogroll. She's a fellow Person of the Gun (I'm guessing that's the singular of People of the Gun *g*) and is crazy kind enough to link to my disturbed scribblings, so on the 'roll she goes.

Side note1: It's AWESOME to see so many female gun bloggers!

Side note2: I need to reiterate my plea: Folks, if you read me and lose your mind go blind develop IBS decide to add my crazy lil corner of the blogosphere to your own blog, please let me know. I run a reciprocal blogroll here at MArooned (and I am PROUD to see it growing!) and believe in sharing the linky-love whenever possible.

Tired. Busy. Blocked...

I got nothin' this morning. Sorry folks. New gun pics tomorrow; more later if I'm not up to my asshole in alligators...

That is all.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

World Series Update...

Bottom of the fifth inning. Sox are up 13 to 1. Holy shit, Batman...

GO RED SOX!

UPDATE: Game 1 is in the bag. Red Sox up 1-0 for the series. Largest margin of victory ever.

I reiterate:

GO RED SOX!

16 Years Ago Today...

We lost a visionary.

Rest in peace, Gene. Here's hoping you reached the stars.

(thanks to alert reader Brad for bringing this to my attention)

UN Day...

Bruce reminds us that today is UN Day.

BTDT:

Heh.


For Breda...

...Who mentioned that she was going to a Renaissance Faire in Maryland (I think I may have been to that one many years ago, actually...) She asked for pictures (and posted some of her own). I am glad to oblige...

First off, my silly kids out front:





Daddy's Little Princess (literally):



(Ain't she a cutie? I'm glad I own lots of shotguns...)



Ye Olde Medieval babysitter:


(Whattaham...)



And, lastly, yours truly:

Yes, even in Medieval times I am heavily armed... I *do* need to get a new costume, though - this one was purchased when I weighed ~ 75 pounds more than I do now, hence why the tunic looks more like a tent...

Sorry you asked, Breda? *g*

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Headline of the Day™

Elephants electrocuted in drunken rampage

How do you top that? It's got everything:

Pachyderms? Check.

Beer? Check.

Proof that elephants are not immune to the Darwin Award? Check.


This is almost as good as the story Tam found about the monkey attack in India...

New Gun! New Gun!

There will be a new addition to the G. armory on Thursday (coincidentally, just in time for Friday Gun Pr0n). Unfortunately, it's not the gun I hinted at earlier, but rather something completely different.

Any guesses?

Wanna Feel Old?

Just heard on the radio this morning: Sammy Hagar recently turned 60.

Yes, folks, the Red Rocker is only a couple years away from collecting on Social Security. He's been eligible for membership in AARP for 10* years now.

How much longer before we see Sammy doing commericals for Depends and dental adhesive?

Apparently, now he can't drive 55 because his turn signal's still on...

(EDIT: Good catch, Hunter)

Monday, October 22, 2007

10/22 Linky Love

Not that he needs help from lil ol' me, but Bruce has a compendium of 10/22 pr0n for 10/22...

Being A Parent Means...

...It is not uncommon to hear phrases like "Your banana is not a toy" at the kitchen table...

That is all.

Sunday, October 21, 2007

Sox and Rocks...

Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you the American League Champion Boston Red Sox.

Woo Hoo!!!

About Fuckin' Time...

Man...

Is it just me, or was that one loooong inning?

UPDATE: FUCK YEAH! That's what I'm talkin' about!

UPDATE2: Youk for MVP!!!

Saturday, October 20, 2007

Interesting Observation...

Took the family to see the Barnum & Bailey circus at the Verizon Wireless Arena in Manchester, NH this afternoon. Everyone had a wonderful time, even my allergies didn't flare up too badly.

Until we went to leave. We committed the cardinal sin of actually sticking to our guns and not buying the kids several hundred dollars of Chinese-made crap with the B&B logo on it. We didn't get them a toy not because we have a fundamental objection to the circus or anything like that; they had lost their souvenir privileges early in the day because they weren't listening.

So, both kids are crying and carrying on as we leave the arena. My son is pleading for a souvenir, playing on the "memories" angle ("I just want something so I can remember today!"). My daughter is using the passive resistance angle, randomly throwing her body on the ground and flailing her limbs.

Needless to say, Mrs. G. and I were not amused.

There was a silver lining to this cloud, though. As we approached the gauntlet of anti-circus protesters, they parted like the Red Sea parted for Moses. Apparently, the look on my face as I dragged my screaming son along told them that if they lost their minds and approached me, they were going to lose teeth.

And no jury in the fucking country would convict me...

That is all.

Wow...

Apparently Cleveland's strategy for Game 6 appears to be to confuse the Boston bats by throwing pitcher after pitcher at them...

It's starting to look like Bugs Bunny and the Gas House Gorillas at Fenway...

Friday, October 19, 2007

More Fun With Sitemeter...

I am the #2 Google Canada search hit for "What Do Trout Look Like"...

I'm all verklempt. Talk amongst yourselves...

They Say It's Your Birthday...

...Ya gonna have a good time...

A little birdie told me that someone's birthday was today.

Happy Birthday, Ambulance Driver. Here's hoping you get all 39 of those birthday spankings... ;)

Salut!

Motorized Snake Oil...

Well, isn't this interesting?

Top 10 Fuel Misers


The most fuel-efficient new vehicles on MSN Autos, according to EPA
fuel economy data.

Okay, we expect to see the Toyota Prius, that darling of the greener-than-thou sect at the top of the list, and it is.

With a revised gas mileage rating of 48 MPG city, 45 MPG highway.

You have got to be fucking shitting me, people. First off, the fucking piece of shit Geo Metro got 45/50 MPG back in 19-fucking-90. For about a QUARTER of the price of the Prius. Hell, the mid-90s Volkswagen Passat diesel got 50+ MPG, and that was a mid-size, comfortable car.

Secondly, when we were looking at trucks, the Toyota dealership had a Prius and a Corolla next to each other in the showroom. They were comparably equipped, and the Prius cost $10K more.

The Corolla is rated 28 MPG city, 37 MPG on this same list.

$10K for 20 MPG improvement *IF* you only do city driving. At 10,000 miles a year, that means the Prius uses 208.33 gallons of gas to the Corolla's 357.14 gallons. Even at $3 a gallon, that means the Prius saves a whopping $446 a year. So the $10K difference in price will be made up in 22 years.

If you're talking 10,000 miles highway driving, that's 222.22 gallons a year for the Prius and 270.27 for the Corolla. At $3 a gallon, that's a savings of (are you ready for this?) $148 a year (for those keeping score, that means you'd have to drive your Prius for 67½ years to break even...)


You've got to be really fucking bad at math to think that the Prius is going to save money on gas.

Or a poseur douchebag who slavishly follows fads with the intensity of the average lemming.

Friday Gun Pr0n #29

Got something a little different today. This is a do-it-yourself semi-auto AK-47 clone built on an ITM Arms receiver (a friend put it together for me; I tried but was just too damn lazy to get-r-done).


Not too shabby for a combloc battle rifle, I have to admit...

Thursday, October 18, 2007

To Manny...

Right NOW would be a great time to launch one into low earth orbit...

That is all...

Mainely Idiots

So the city of Portland, ME has decided that contributing to the deliquency of a minor is a good use of taxpayer money...
PORTLAND, Maine - Pupils at a city middle school will be able to get birth control pills and patches at their student health center after the local school board approved the proposal Wednesday evening.

The plan, offered by city health officials, makes King Middle School the first middle school in Maine to make a full range of contraception available to students in grades 6 through 8, according to the state Department of Health and Human Services.

Read that again. Grades 6 through 8. People, we are talking about kids ages 11 through 13. This is insanity. And the best part is, this is all done without the approval or even knowledge of the student's parents:
At King Middle School, birth control prescriptions will be given after a student undergoes a physical exam by a physician or nurse practitioner, said Lisa Belanger, who oversees Portland’s student health centers.

Students treated at the centers must first get written parental permission, but under state law such treatment is confidential, and students decide for themselves whether to tell their parents about the services they receive.

Got it? The parents sign a permission form allowing their child to be seen/treated by the school health center. After that, it's the honor system as to whether the kid tells mom & dad they're on the pill. My money's on not...

Wonder if anyone's thought about tracking the STD rate for Maine teens once this well-thought out program goes into effect?

Keepin' My Fingers Crossed...

Got a line on a rare pistol at a fantasmagorical price.

Don't want to say any more - you never know who's reading who might have the day off... ;)

With any kind of luck, there'll be brand-new (to me) gun pr0n on Friday...

UPDATE: No dice. I called yesterday morning right when the shop opened and they told me that it was on hold. They'd call if the person backed out.

They haven't called...

*Sigh*

A Colt Mustang for $325 would have been SWEET...

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Sick To My Stomach...

I mentioned our Cub Scout overnight earlier this week. I just got an e-mail from one of the Den leaders. Apparently, there was more than just pre-teen boy mischief going on after I left - rumors abound of parents who were getting drunk, using BB guns without permission, and even marijuana use.

Words cannot begin to express how angry, betrayed, and outright sick to my stomach I am right now.

Parents are, rightfully, questioning how this could happen. Stories are circulating in the school, and with each telling the behavior gets more and more outrageous. We're being told that we're being reported to the District Council. That parents are considering pulling their boys out of the Pack.

I wasn't there for the overnight part - my son and I left after the big bonfire and all marshmallows were roasted. I can't verify or deny the rumors. All I can say is that I personally didn't witness any drug or alcohol use. We have confirmed that the BB guns were locked in the Pack Committee chairman's car, so I think that's a dead-end there.

We are going to have to draft a "Rules of Conduct" for the "Adult Partners" (That's how BSA refers to the grown-up that must accompany a Cub Scout). I cannot begin to stress how sad, hurt, and pissed off I am that we have to do this. That we have to tell ADULTS that they shouldn't CONSUME AN ILLEGAL SUBSTANCE in the presence of 7-11 year old boys. That we need to remind them that alcohol is strictly prohibited. That we need to send off a notice telling our Scouts' parents and caregivers to ACT LIKE RESPONSIBLE FUCKING ADULTS.

Forgive me, folks. I'm taking this a little personally here. The other leaders and I invested a lot of time in this overnight - this is the first we've done an overnight - and to hear rumors of inappropriate behavior and how it's souring folks on Scouting, well... Needless to say, my already-low impression of my fellow man has dropped several notches lower.

I don't know what to say. I'll continue to do it as long as they'll have me and my son wants to stay in Scouts. But I'm going to be looking over my shoulder from now on.

Go. Read. Now.

Breda of The Breda Fallacy has a thoughtful piece about a school shooting that happened in her hometown. It happened years ago, but recent events in the news have caused her to remember the victims and think about her current situation.

Her title is "It Happened Here", which got me thinking of a similar incident in my hometown. Beth Brodie was a cheerleader, a member of the band, and one of my sister's closest friends. She was dating a guy named Rich, a football player. They broke up, he took it in less-than-stoic fashion, and decided in the time-honored tradition of cowardly subhumans that if he couldn't have her, no one could.

So he bashed in her skull with a baseball bat. In less time than it took me to write this post, a young girl lost her life to a jealous ex-boyfriend. Her life ended; he went to jail (and given that this is Massa-fucking-chusetts it wouldn't surprise me if he's been released already); that entire circle of friends has been dealing with this horrible incident for 15 years.

Bottom line: It's not the tool. It's the person wielding the tool. And unless and until we can recognize every potential killer out there, I will continue to arm myself with the best tools I can to prevent this from happening to me or mine.

That is all.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Good News and Bad News...

First, the good news: Fugitive accused of raping child caught. They got the sick SOB.

The bad news:
LAS VEGAS - A fugitive accused in the videotaped molestation of a 3-year-old girl was arrested quietly during a traffic stop, telling the officer, "I'm tired of running," police said.



You fucking pussy. All that talk about "they're not gonna take me alive" was a steaming load of bullshit, wasn't it?

*sigh* Well, we can always hope he'll "mistakenly" get sent to general population...

Vote Today...

...those of you in MA in the Fifth Congressional District, that is. For those that don't know, there's a race to fill the now-vacant seat of Marty "Four Terms" Meehan, who has stepped down to become the chancellor of U MA Lowell (apparently the only way to get rid of an incubent politician in MA is to stuff them into a college...)

The two candidates are Niki Tsongas, the wife of Paul Tsongas who ran against Bill Clinton in the 1992 Democratic primary for the Democrats and Jim Ogonowski, brother of John Ogonowski who was the pilot for American Airlines Flight 11 which hit the North Tower of the World Trade Center in the September 11th attacks.

Tsongas is an absolute shoe-in. Paul Tsongas was one of the most popular politicians in recent MA history, a man who served MA as a Senator (John Kerry's seat) until being stricken with cancer, which he went on to beat and then run for president in 1992. There's an arena in Lowell (his home town) that bears his name.

And yet... It's not a runaway. Even with Big Bill Clinton campaigning for her, Niki Tsongas is locked in a tight race - for Massachusetts, that is. A state that, let's not forget, has some 90% of its state senate as Democrats; the Governor's mansion occupied by a Democrat; and every single national office filled by a Democrat. This is the bluest of the blue states. And yet... She's struggling.

The media would like to portray Ogonowski's showing as nothing more than sympathy for his brother; however they ignore the elephant in the room of Paul Tsongas' enormous popularity which brings at least the same amount of sympathy for Niki Tsongas. She's going to win the race, by double-digits, but it will be a lot closer than it should be for a MA democrat...

If you're in the 5th Congression District, remember to vote today. I'd recommend voting for Jim Ogonowski.

That is all.

Monday, October 15, 2007

Monday...

It's Monday. Normally I'm not a big fan of Mondays, as it means back to the everyday grind.

However, after this past weekend, it's a welcome rest...

I took Friday off for two reasons - my daughter's pre-school/day care was closed (something about one of the teachers getting married... Oh, and did I mention she's the daughter of the owner?) and I needed to do the shopping for our Cub Scout overnight at the local Scout Reservation. We had over five dozen boys from 6 to 11 staying overnight, with the requisite parent accompanying them as well as many with siblings. We planned meals for 165 people.

Can I just say that I am damn glad I have a pick-up truck? And a BJ's membership?

(Side note: I have to give a shout-out to the good folks at BJ's Warehouse. I approached the store manager and told her about our weekend in a shameless attempt to get free schwag and she was kind enough to donate a gift card worth ~ 10% of the total purchase (which was considerable).)

Of course it was pouring on Friday. Luckily, I've dealt with Mr. Murphy (no, not this one, although I will have to get him on the blogroll one of these days) before, especially as it pertains to camping trips, so I had plenty of locking-cover totes in the bed of the truck. Got all the food and my gear up to the Reservation and helped the other leaders get ready for the weekend.

Saturday's festivities were two-fold, split between chaperoning my Tiger Cub son for the "Belt-Loop-a-Palooza" and popping in briefly to see how set-up was going with our own pack's camping overnight. We finished up the Tiger Cub activites and re-joined our pack for an energetic hike around the Reservation. Upon return, we enjoyed a fun night of charring, then eating, mammal flesh, then roasting unsuspecting marshmellows over a roaring campfire.

Unfortunately, circumstances prevented us from staying overnight - Sunday morning found us in Boston for the Making Strides Against Breast Cancer walk. It's a leisurely 3- or 5- mile walk through Boston with the obvious goal of raising money and awareness for breast cancer research. My mother-in-law is a BC survivor, and my wife has done the walk for several years. This year, we were going to do the walk together as a family, as our daughter (she of the nose-goblin fame) is finally old/big enough to walk on her own. Of course, as Mr. Murphy figures, this would have been a GREAT year for the boys to have gone their separate ways and stayed at the overnight, but... It was a good time for a great cause, and I'm glad we participated. I just wish it had been a different day...

So... I'm happy to be at my desk...

That is all.

Sunday, October 14, 2007

I Don't Wanna Grow Up, Part II

Okay, so I spent ~20 minutes tonight pulling a chunk of sponge out of my daughter's nose (!!!).

My wife had noticed an odd odor emanating from our precious little girl earlier in the week. Tonight we cornered her after her shower to investigate.

Well, wouldn't you know, I peer into her right nostril and am greeted with a solid white mass. This cannot be good.

I prepare the tweezers (we keep several million alcohol swabs in the house for just such an emergency, although I do have to admit that this is the first time I've had to remove items from someone's nasal passages).

After numerous failed attempts and about a 15 on the "ICK"-o-meter, I manage to extract a 3/4" X 3/4" square of what we assume to be either sponge or padding/cushion from said nostril. My daughter, apparently taking a cue from the townies in Charleston, clams up like a mob stoolie after a visit from Guido. She ain't talking.

After assuring her that no one is in trouble, that we're only trying to find out what, exactly, it was that we just removed, she proceeds to implicate the one-armed man, OJ Simpson, and "Sumdood". So we have no idea exactly what it was that we took out nor how it got there. It is definitely porous, which explains how she could continue to breath; but other than that we're stumped. It could be part of an old stuffed animal; it could be a sponge used for paint class; it could be part of the air cleaner from a 1963 Chevy Impala.

All I know is I just hope there's no infection. 'Cause I am a-skeered of what I might find if I have to check the other nostril...

There *WERE* Three Undefeated Teams in the NFL...

...and now there's only two...

48 - 27. Damn.

That is all.

Friday, October 12, 2007

I Have Been Remiss...

In not noticing that I am on the blogroll at Dispatches from Blogblivion, which is really embarassing because:

1) They're also prisoners in Cadillac Deval's Massa-fucking-chusetts; and
2) He's another Jay.

Also please welcome Just An Earth-Bound Misfit to the blogroll. Can't say I agree with the politics ('course, I don't disagree all that much either), but I lurve the name...

She's got a different take on Al Gore's Nobel. Guess I'm one of the wingnuts worked into a froth, eh?

;)

Color Me Fucking Shocked...

Al Gore won the Nobel Peace Prize.
OSLO, Norway - Former Vice President Al Gore and the U.N.'s Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change won the 2007 Nobel Peace Prize Friday for their efforts to spread awareness of man-made climate change and lay the foundations for counteracting it.

That's odd. I wasn't aware there was a category for fiction.

Friday Gun Pr0n #28

Today's gun pic is one of the many .38s in the armory. This one's a little different, though:

It's a standard Colt Police Positive; however it's chambered in .38 S&W rather than the ubiquitous .38 special. It also appears to be LNIB. Which is interesting, given that the serial number places its date of manufacture to sometime in the 1920s...

I just loves me the old wheelguns. One of these days I'm going to scrounge up a box of .38 S&W and see how she shoots. If it's anything like, oh, every other Colt in the armory, I'll be in for a treat...

I Don't Wanna Grow Up...

Man...

As if my life wasn't crazy enough, this coming weekend is a double-whammy. On Saturday we've got a HUUUGE Cub Scout event coupled with a pack overnight, for which I am responsible for coordinating the edibles. On Sunday, we're all going into Boston to participate in the Making Strides Against Breast Cancer walk with my wife's family (as her mom is now a 12+ year survivor).

And, to top it all off, my son is having a personal crisis. He's all of six. He's having trouble with the concept that your friends can have friends other than you - he thinks that if his friend plays with someone else at recess, that friend is no longer his friend. Both Mrs. G. and I have tried to allay his fears, but to little avail. It's heartbreaking to see such a young man grappling with weighty concepts as personal space and clingy-ness. But it's all part of growing up.

And speaking thereof... Just when the hell did I become the grown-up? I'm standing there, listening to my son pour his heart out to me, and I realize that he's doing this because he needs my guidance. Whoa... That's pretty heavy stuff right there. I am totally being the grown-up here.

I mean, doing the full time office gig is bad enough. Making the car payments, getting the mortgage off on time, all that; it's all been part of the process.

But when you realize that this little person is looking to you as a role model, well... Man... That just really floors me sometimes. I hope I'm up to the task.

And then I read the newspapers (well, okay, I skim the news websites) and see all the other DNA donors out there and realize that I could be doing a shitload worse. And it makes me feel just a little bit better.

I love my kids more than life itself. I'd do anything for them. Problem is, you've gotta be REALLY careful not to do everything for them.

This being the grown-up sucks. *I* want to be the six year old...

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Air... Need Air...

Sorry folks. Up to my asshole in alligators today. With any kind of luck I'll have some time tonight to put up some inane scribblings...

But it doesn't look like it's gonna happen right now...

That is all...

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

My Projects...

My buddy Tweaker over at Where Sometimes Things Go Bang has a good post up about projects. I started to comment, then realized I was writing a large novella... So here goes.

Projects... I got 'em too...

Like the cherry Remington Nylon 66 that I took apart one evening with the intent of giving a good, solid cleaning... Only to get interrupted and wound up stuffing all the pieces-parts in a Ziploc bag... Banished to the attic...

Or the loverly Hi-Standard HD Military that desperately needs a new set of springs, a thorough cleaning, and perhaps sacrificing a chicken to Baby Vulcan to get it working again...

Then there's the Kraft Products .25 ACP which needs springs and a general exorcism. Since I obtained it gratis, I don't mind reducing it to component gun molecules and seeing if I can put it all back together again in a form that doesn't hang-fire...

Of course, there are plenty of non-gun related projects.

*Two of three bathroom sink faucets need to be repaired or most likely replaced (leaking).

*The French doors off the back of the house need a new lockset.

*The trim on the door to my daughter's bedroom needs replacing - because of the house settling, it started pulling away from the wall. In my ham-handed, half-assed attempt to "fix" it (by pounding on it with a 5-D cell Maglight), I naturally only made it worse...

*Camper needs to be winterized. This is probably the only project that will actually be completed...

I need to learn to go without sleep. Really. It's the only chance in hell I have of getting anything done...

To Be (a Biker) or Not To Be...

My good friend Doubletrouble over at Rattail Bastard has a good post up about whether he's an ex-biker or a former biker...

Nowadays, a maroon in a suit, totin’ a briefcase, & holding a Visa card can walk into a Harley dealership & come out "bad to the bone"- custom looking bike, jeans & T-shirt, leathers, even fake
tattoos if he’s a real dork.

Don’t anyone tell me that guy is a biker; he may ride a motorcycle, but biker? Nope.


Now... Far be it from me to disagree with a good friend, but...

*If* (and only if) "that guy" bought his motorcycle because he's always wanted one; if he's felt the wind in his face and has spent his whole life up to that point trying to recapture that open-air magic; if the sound of a V-twin engine (or inline 4 cylinder, or even horizontally opposed 2 cylinder, or...) gets his blood stirring and makes him yearn for the open road, then he is a biker.

Now, if he's a yuppie piece of shit who bought a Harley as an investment or a status symbol he can go fuck himself. Bikes are meant to be ridden. I put maybe 3K miles on my bike in a good year, and quite frankly I'm embarassed I don't ride it more. Yet I can't count the number of people who have looked at my odometer and remarked at how many miles my bike has on it. Or the number of guys who'll tell me they own a 2000 bike with 1200 miles on it...

Do or do not. There is no try. If you've got it, ride it. And if you ride it, you're a biker.

That is all.

NKOTB*

*New Kids On The Blog, that is... No discussions of '80s boy bands here... ;)

Got three new folks I've found through my perusal of my sitemeter stats:

1. Maven at The Sanctum Sanctorum. She's got Calvin and a (bawlderized) phrase from Ren & Stimpy. How could I not like it?

2. Breda at The Breda Fallacy. She's also a member of our cult...

3. New Jovian Thunderbolt. Just looking at the posted "Goals" was enough.

Also, for ease of navigation, I'm adding People of the Gun.

Welcome to the party pal(s)!

*Note: I'll reiterate, once more. I run a reciprocal blogroll here at MArooned. If, for whatever reason, you operate a blog and lose all sensibility suddenly go blind decide to add a raving lunatic from Massa-fucking-chusetts are kind enough to link me, let me know. I'm all too happy to return the favor...

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

My Weird Shit-o-Meter Goes Up to 11...

And this pegs it:

Dead Reverend's Rubber Fetish
OCTOBER 8--An Alabama minister who died in June of "accidental mechanical asphyxia" was found hogtied and wearing two complete wet suits, including a face mask, diving gloves and slippers, rubberized underwear, and a head mask, according to an autopsy report.

Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how did you like the play?

All I can think of is J from "Men In Black": "This definitely rates about a 9.0 on my weird-shit-o-meter."

Or, alternately from X-Files: "...autoerotic asphyxiation is a really undignified way to die."

That is definitely all...

Think BIG...

Man Jailed for Trying to Pass $1M Bill
PITTSBURGH (AP) -- Change for a million? That's what a man was seeking Saturday when he handed a $1 million bill to a cashier at a Pittsburgh supermarket. But when the Giant Eagle employee refused and a manager confiscated the bogus bill, the man flew into a rage, police said.

I mean, any idiot can fake a $20 or even a $50. But if you're gonna set yourself up to do hard time in the Federal pokey, why not go for the big score?

Apparently the lessons of Wal-Mart are soon forgotten...

Ugh...

The only thing worse than a Monday is when it's a Monday disguised as a Tuesday...

That is all.

Monday, October 8, 2007

Monday, Monday...

But it's not a regular Monday today, no...


I have today off in honor of Evil Dead European White Male Oppressor Day, also known as Columbus Day. Yes, MA is one of the few states which celebrates Columbus Day, which is pretty amusing when you consider just how PC MA is and how un-PC it is to celebrate a dead white European male... But then again, it gives everyone a day off, and the Force unions are strong in this state...


So, Happy Evil Dead European White Male Oppressor Columbus Day! Only an Italian could get lost and wind up discovering a new country... ;)

Saturday, October 6, 2007

Like The Moment When The Brakes Lock...

...and you slide towards the [dividing island]...

Had a close call tonight. Came off 95 and was paying more attention to the traffic I was merging with than to the curve of the off-ramp. Wound up heading straight for the dividing island; cut the wheel back and hydroplaned, just kept going. With the wonders of four wheel disc brakes, managed to get the speed down enough to get the wheels back on the pavement and straightened everything out before the rubber left the road.

Phew.

We weren't going terribly fast, maybe 40 - 45 MPH. Worst that might have happened would have been blowing out two tires and possibly damaging the rims and/or alignment.

But man... That rush of adrenaline is something, ain't it???

Friday, October 5, 2007

Friday Gun Pr0n #27

This post is inspired by the LawDog. He's got a post up about a family heirloom, and that got me to thinking about one of my heirlooms:


This is a Colt Official Police .38 Special revolver. Adapted from the Colt New Army revolver in 1927, the Official Police .38 Special became one of the most popular police sidearms ever, with production continuing into the late 1960s.

So what makes this fairly ordinary revolver a family heirloom? Simple. It's the sidearm my grandfather carried for more than four decades as an auxiliary police officer in our town. Since I carry my grandfather's name, as does my son, it has been in the family's possession since before World War II.

And it will stay in our family until I no longer draw breath.

Thanks for looking.

Thursday, October 4, 2007

Revelation...

There's nothing quite like watching the Red Sox win...


...


...


...


...but watching the Yankees get beaten like a red-headed stepchild is a close second.

That is all.

Looks Like Lucy Has Some 'Splainin' To Do...

Salmon spawn baby trout in experiment
WASHINGTON (AP) — Papa salmon plus mama salmon equals ... baby trout?

Japanese researchers put a new spin on surrogate parenting as they engineered one fish species to produce another, in a quest to preserve endangered fish.

Idaho scientists begin the next big step next month, trying to produce a type of salmon highly endangered in that state — the sockeye — this time using more plentiful trout as surrogate parents.

More cool science stuff. Although I do have to feel sorry for the poor salmon father. You just know he's going to get a ton of shit from the other fish about his trout son... ;)

n=1 Is Statistically Insignificant

Approval of Bush, Congress hits new low

You read this:
WASHINGTON - Public approval for President Bush and Congress has sunk to the lowest levels ever recorded in The Associated Press-Ipsos poll.

and you might be tempted to think this was something significant.

Until you read this:
AP-Ipsos polling began in December 2003.

Got that? Their polling method has been in place less than four years. Which means that their comparisons going back to 50 years:
President Truman's approval ratings of 23 percent in both 1951 and 1952 were the lowest ever recorded by the Gallup Poll. Congress' Gallup Poll low was 18 percent in 1992.

...are specious at best, complete and utter bullshit at worst.

My favorite was this, though:
Congress' job performance was approved by just 22 percent, continuing a steady decline in the public's assessment since Democrats took over in January. Unable to force Bush to wind down the Iraq war, just a quarter of Democrats gave a thumbs-up to Congress' work, compared to a fifth of Republicans and independents.

Got that? Even though by their own polling method the Democratically controlled Congress is doing worse than President Bush; even though a full 75% of the DEMOCRATS polled don't like the job Congress is doing; it's somehow Bush's fault...

Nope, no bias here folks. Nothing to see. Ignore the liberal press behind the curtain...

That Phrase You Keep Using...

...I do not think it means what you think it means...

Cops test gunshot detection system
Gunshots rang throughout the Hub last night.

But this time it was cops firing to test the “hearing” of a high-tech acoustic detection system that instantly pinpoints the location of gunmen.

The “Shotspotter” technology uses a network of 91 sensors dotted over a 6.2-mile radius that guide cops to the exact spot where a weapon has been fired.

“We are hoping this technology will help us stop gunfights in the city of Boston,” said Superintendent Daniel Linskey.

Bolded phrase above is the one I reference. Why do I think it doesn't mean what Superintendent Linskey says?
In real-world training, officers already have recovered shell casings in two shooting incidents this week.

Got that? Cops were on the scene fast enough to find... spent brass. Color me decidely unimpressed.

Especially for $1.4 million.

My man Bruce is similarly skeptical...

Just Wanted To Say...

...I got nothin'. Sorry.

Well, except, of course,
GO SOX!!!

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Quote of the Day™

Quite possibly the week or even the month. From Tam in this post:
Our grandparents survived the Depression and gave Hitler a stomping. Our parents invented Woodstock and made the cops invent tear gas. We watched TeeVee and played Atari, and our children are swaddled in bubble wrap. Devolution in four generations; sic transit gloria mundi.

Four sentences. An unpleasant truth wrapped therein, delivered with a heaping helping of snark and a side-dish of irony to boot.

All hail Tamara, goddess of the snark...

'Nother New Blog...

Please welcome M.D. Creekmore of End The War On Guns to the blogroll.

Hell, he makes it based on the title alone...

Tuesday, October 2, 2007

Fun With Sitemeter...

I'm verklempt. I'm only the second hit for "doing stupid things" on Google...

What does it take to be #1?

This Just In: Free Puppies and Rainbows For All!

Apparently Barack Saddam Hussein Osama Obama didn't want to be left out of the "Let's Give Away The Farm To Get Elected" parade started by Hillary! and her infamous "Give Every Baby $5K" plan.

Because now genius-boy wants to eliminate nuclear weapons.
CHICAGO - Democrat Barack Obama called for ridding the world of nuclear weapons Tuesday and offered his early opposition to the Iraq war as evidence of sound judgment that trumps his lack of Washington experience.

Obama argued that U.S. policy is still focused on the defunct Soviet Union instead of combatting the nuclear threat from rogue nations and terrorists. The United States shouldn't unilaterally disarm, he said, but it must work with other nations to phase out weapons and control atomic
material.

And while we're at it, let's pass a law outlawing rainy days and Mondays.

Look, Barack, we'd ALL like to see a world in which nuclear weapons didn't exist. We'd also like to see a world where diamonds fell from the sky and gold bullion sprouted out of our asses. However, the rest of us live in the real world, where wishes are not fishes, and the only nets are in our hair.

I cannot fucking believe that this is what passes for presidential material. I've had paper cuts deeper than this guy. I've had bowel movements with more substance.

And yet, here he stands, poised to be our next vice president...

Guess I Picked The Wrong Day...

...to stop getting pissed off every time I follow a link.

Jesus H. Tap-Dancing Christ. What the flying fuck is wrong with people?

No Hugs Allowed at Ill. Middle School
OAK PARK, Ill. - If you need a hug, you won't get it at Percy Julian Middle School. Principal Victoria Sharts banned hugging among the suburban Chicago school's 860 students anywhere inside the building. She said students were forming "hug lines" that made them late for classes and crowded the hallways.

First off, I'm guessing that Principal Shart has a lifetime of baggage from being named after the combination of "shit" and "fart", but I digress...

Secondly, "hug lines" make me suspect that there's more to this story than Principal stripey pants lets on - if there's ANY activity that's making students late for class, it's a sign that you have lost fucking control of the kids, not that they need to stop the activity. Perhaps you need to start actually DISCIPLINING the kids rather than banning hugs.

Gah. Are we that far gone? Really?

I'm thinking I need to buy more ammo...

I Can't Be The Only One...

...who watches that insipid T-Mobile commercial with the 20-something slackers performing some sort of "flash mob" race event in the grocery store and thinks about the evil things one could do with a frozen leg of lamb? Or a one-gallon glass jug?

I mean, I can't be the only one who wants to grab these unshaven shits, drag them bodily out of the store, and beat on 'em with a bat until they grow the fuck up, get real jobs, and stop annoying everyone around them.

Responsibility. It's not just for breakfast any more...

Unbelievable...

So, let's see...

We have a historic meeting between the leaders of North and South Korea.

The Dow hit a record high yesterday.

Coalition troop and Iraqi civilian deaths have decreased dramatically.

But what are the "leading" headlines?

*Brittany Spears is losing her kids

*ANOTHER inquiry into the death TEN FUCKING YEARS AGO of Princess Di

*Some singer crashed his motorcycle.

Really. This is what passes for news. Whoever coined the term "bread and circuses" hadn't seen nothin' yet...

Monday, October 1, 2007

They Would Never Find The Body...

...of this scumbag.
LAS VEGAS, Nevada (CNN) -- An intense manhunt was under way Monday for Chester Stiles, a 37-year old man whom police say is a suspect in the videotaped rape of a 3-year-old girl four years ago.

Hell, there wouldn't be enough physical evidence to prove he ever existed.

Five minutes. That's all I ask. Give me five minutes with this oxygen thief. I'll reduce his carbon footprint to zero.

Some people need killing. This disgusting waste of skin is a good reminder of why we have both the death penalty and hundreds of new offerings from Mssrs. Smith & Wesson...

Monday, Schmonday...

Ugh.

It is Monday. Weekend was waaaay too short.

That is all.