Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Ask And Ye Shall Receive...

The World's Most Dangerous Librarian has a meme:

Post a photo of yourself as a baby or a small child. (and if you do, let me know about it by linking back here, ok? Because, seriously? I need a distraction from the news today.)
As the title says... Ask and you shall receive:


That's the picture in the frame with the bronzed baby shoes I "inherited" when my grandmother passed on. I would guess I'm pre-toddler there, maybe 6-9 months or so (sitting up, but not standing).

So there you have it. Incontrovertible proof that yes, I did once have hair...

That is all.

Gone To The Dark Side...

"Once you start down the dark path, forever will it dominate your destiny, consume you it will..."


Well, perhaps I'm prone to a certain level of hyperbole. Or maybe I just wanted to toss out another sci-fi quote to bolster my geek cred...

Either way, there's a good chance that tonight I will officially cross over to the dark side. I won't elaborate, but I will ask two questions that might shed some light on my enigmatic title and introduction. I'm hoping that certain people who know these things might be able to enlighten me...

1. Does the subcompact Glock 45 fit in the same holsters as the subcompact 9/.40S&W?

2. Anyone got a line on pre-ban G21 13-round magazines?


Just asking. Purely out of academic curiosity, you understand...

That is all.

Riddle Me This...

Okay. Help me out here, folks. I'm trying to understand something here... Now, I've been trying to avoid talking about the mortgage industry bailout, as I've been off my blood pressure meds for a while now and really don't want to go back on. My sentiments mirror those of my esteemed colleague to my north, suffice to say.

Well, as everyone has heard, the House killed the bill yesterday. It wasn't dead more than oh, five seconds, before the fingers started pointing and accusations started flying. According to Barney Frank, it was because Republicans got their feelings hurt. Really, Barney? Then answer this: What about the 95 Democrats who voted against the bailout (three of which were from your own state)?

Were their feelings hurt? Was that partisan politics? Face it, pal, the American people don't want Congress tossing our money down the Fannie Mae hole (only for it to wind up in Barack Obama's campaign war chest. Second place and Barry's only been a Senator since 2005. Nice.) The bailout plan lost by 23 votes. 23. 95 Democrats voted "nay". Had merely a quarter been swayed by your Botox Queen Pelosi, the bailout would have passed.

The GOP finally remembered it was supposed to be the party of (slightly) smaller government. After 7 years of spending like it was going out of style, they finally woke up from their big government bender and started to make amends. Too little, too late, in my book; but it beats a kick in the ass with a frozen boot, as a co-worker from Maine likes to say.

I'm just curious where they found the spine...

That is all.

One More Time, Daddy...

Just got an e-mail from my sister-in-law. She was downloading some pictures from her digital camera, and came across a handful from a get-together at my in-laws last month. It was a beautiful day for a ride, so I took the Harley down, and we bribed the boy with promises of a ride home if he behaved (loosely interpreted as "don't kill your sister or otherwise interrupt the grown-ups").

My sister-in-law's the one responsible for getting me hooked on Harley Davidson motorcycles. I'd always been a Red man, preferring the quiet efficiency and reliability of Honda motorcycles to the fragile and outdated V-twins of the orange and black. Until she brought home a 2003 Sportster that she wanted me to break in for her while she got her license... 500 miles later, I was hooked. I had the fever for the flavor of a V-twin rumble.

I opted for the Electra Glide basically because it was the least expensive touring bike going - I would have preferred the Road King, but the Electra Glide Standard was significantly cheaper. I wanted a touring bike for several reasons. First off, it's built to be comfortable for long rides. I enjoy taking off for an afternoon and getting lost (and then found). Secondly, I wanted something big and heavy that I wouldn't be tempted to push. I'd owned a V45 Magna before, and found myself starting to push the little 750cc engine further that I had any business pushing it. And, lastly, I wanted something solid to plunk my son on for his first ride...

Well, we've gone out on a few rides over the summer. He's still only good for about a half-hour, 45 minutes tops, but we've even ventured on the highway for short blasts. I can't tell who enjoys it more: Me, because I get to share on of my passions with my son; my son, who gets to ride on Daddy's Harley for uninterrupted father-son time; or my wife, who gets one-on-one mommy-daughter time without the kids jockeying for her attention.

I'm hoping we can segué from him riding on the back to him riding his own. Looking forward to getting him his own Sportster when he's old enough; of course, Dad will just have to get it a few years ahead to break it in and customize it to his liking, right? :)

Anyways, here's the day's progression:






My son, hamming it up as Mr. Cool on Daddy's Harley:



Here we are, getting ready for the ride home (he's saying, "Can we leave yet, Dad?"):








And here we are underway:



I love this. When we pulled into the driveway, he leaned forward, bonked helmets with me, and uttered the title line. "One more time, Daddy. Please?!"

It was supposed to be a quick trip around the neighborhood. We were gone for another 45 minutes. What can I say? We took the long way (back) home...

That is all.

Monday, September 29, 2008

Interesting...

House votes down massive bailout measure
WASHINGTON - The House on Monday defeated a $700 billion emergency rescue package, ignoring urgent pleas from President Bush and bipartisan congressional leaders to quickly bail out the staggering financial industry.

Stocks plummeted on Wall Street even before the 228-205 vote to reject the bill was announced on the House floor.

Waiting on "Crushing Defeat For Bush/McCain" headlines in 3... 2...

Never mind that the Democrats, who have controlled the House for nearly two years, have been gallivanting around just flush with excitement over this bailout, calling press conferences and looking insufferably smug (Barney Frank, smug alert on line 1...).

That is all...

Way To Go Dad!!!

Home Invader Dies In Struggle With Father Of Intended Victim

INDIANAPOLIS -- A man who police said broke into a home with the intention of sexually assault a 17-year-old girl in her bedroom died early Sunday morning after a struggle with the girl's father.

David Meyers, 52, was pronounced dead at the scene shortly after officers arrived following a report of a home invasion in the 3500 block of West 79th Street at about 3:20 a.m.

Officers said they found Robert McNally, 64, on the floor with his arm around the neck of Meyers, struggling to hold him down.


Dude was found with "his arm around the neck of Meyers" - he put him in a headlock and choked the sonofabitch to death. That's hard-fucking-core right there.

I can't help but wonder about my own reaction in this sort of case. Wake up in the middle of the night to my daughter screaming... I'd like to think I'd have the presence of mind to call 911 and grab a firearm. But I'm wondering if the primeval "OOG SMASH" portion of my brain would kick in and I'd break down the door in a true fit of Hulk-like Dad rage.

In which case, choking the motherfucker out in a headlock would probably be the most civilized option I could think of. Tossing him out the window, landing on his stunned carcass from the second floor, then proceeding to auger him into the ground like a fence-post would most likely be the true path...

Kudos to you, Mr. McNally. You rescued your little girl from a monster and rid the planet of a depraved sexual predator in one motion. Here's hoping you don't lose one second of sleep thinking about the scumbag you were forced to put down...

(And on a side note: Imagine being the next poor bastard who wants to date this girl knowing that her father killed a man with his bare hands rather than let harm befall her...)

That is all.

When Did This Happen?

When did I become a... a...

It's just too horrible for words.

I'll have to spell it.

A... g-r-o-w-n-u-p.

I don't know how it happened. I don't know when it happened. All I know is that I looked in my refrigerator today and saw... The refrigerator of a grown-up. No beer. No three-day-old pizza. No six months-past the expiration date milk. Instead, there was real food. Vegetables. Yogurt. Condiments - for the love of G-d, there was piccalilli!

At some point, I went from being a kid, to a teen, to a college student, then a graduate student, then... an adult. That was tough. Having rent to pay and groceries to buy and car payments to make, well, those were all signs that I had become an adult. Getting married was a step, but countless teenaged brides and bridegrooms can attest that a marriage license doesn't automatically confer adulthood. Building the house was a cornerstone in becoming a grown-up, that's for certain - grown-ups don't tend to live in ratty apartment complexes next to drug dealers.

And it wasn't just having kids - any idiot with the proper body parts can reproduce, given a sufficient amount of Natural Light and the back seat of a Chevy Lumina. Merely providing the genetic material necessary to start the mitosizing ball rolling doesn't grant one the "grown-up" appelation any more than pumping one's own gasoline makes one a car manufacturer.

It was becoming a dad.

Being there through the ups and downs. Sleepless nights during colicy infancy. The pangs of regret and fear and uncertainly the first time dropping off at daycare. The tentative first steps. The sheer ecstasy of hearing "Dada!". The same doubts and questions on the first day of pre-school. Then kindergarten - enrolling in public school, even a good one, was a risky move. What if he meets a bully? What if the other kids don't like him?

At some point, the trials and tribulations of another human supersede your own. I think that's really when you become a grown-up - when you can subordinate your own ego for that of another. When lessening the pain of another becomes more important than helping yourself. When making someone else happy is more important than your own happiness.

When you honestly and truly care more for someone else than you do yourself.

That's being a grown-up. At least in my book.

That is all.

Sunday, September 28, 2008

AAR: First Pack Meeting 2008/2009

Alternate title: What do you get when you cross 20 Cub Scouts, a downpour, and an outdoor event? Mud...

Today was our first Cub Scout Pack Meeting of the year. We had limited attendance owing to the poor weather - it rained all day Friday, all day yesterday, and a good portion of this morning. So, needless to say, we went ahead with our outdoor event anyways - we're Scouts. That's what we do.

The first Pack Meeting of the year is intentionally planned as an outdoor, "track-and-field" type event. We have sack races, tug-o-wars, relay races, etc. for the boys to compete for bragging rights (which, among 7-11 year old boys, is serious business...). We set up a mock campsite complete with tents, fire pit, and sleeping/eating/cleaning gear for the new Scout parents to see what they're in for at the overnight next month.

Basically, it's a chance for the returning Scouts to get back into the swing of Scouting, and for the new Scouts to be introduced to the Pack in a fun, relaxed environment. The official uniform is not required for Track & Field Day; in fact, we prefer they wear old clothes, as they are going to get dirty...

It's interesting to see who's returning - and who's not. My goal this year, my last as Assistant Cubmaster before stepping into the Cubmaster role this coming March, is to increase communication among the Pack. A recurring issue I've heard from Den leaders and parents alike is that we often operate in "stealth" mode - only making plans at the last minute and quite often neglecting to inform key people in the organization.

I'm hoping to change that this year. Wish me luck...

That is all.

Shut Up And Sing...

My good friend tweaker hits yet another one out of the park, this time aiming his ire at musicians who let their politics ruin their music.

Good, good stuff. Go. Read.

The complaint isn't that that musicians are composing songs against the administration; it's that they're doing it so poorly and at the expense of both their fans and their integrity.

Like, oh, Bob Weir and Mickey Hart of the Grateful Dead playing at a political fundraiser for Al Gore. Yeah, Al Gore. The political genius behind the PMRC. One can only hope that somewhere, Frank Zappa was kicking Jerry Garcia in the ass...

That is all.

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Doc's Gone to the Speedway in the Sky...

Acting legend Paul Newman dies at 83



WESTPORT, Conn. - Paul Newman, the Academy-Award winning superstar who personified cool as the anti-hero of such films as "Hud," "Cool Hand Luke" and "The Color of Money" — and as an activist, race car driver and popcorn impresario — has died. He was 83.

Newman died Friday after a long battle with cancer at his farmhouse near Westport, publicist Jeff Sanderson said. He was surrounded by his family and close friends.


The "Doc" in the title would of course be Doc Hudson from the Pixar film "Cars", Newman's most recent work and the one I've seen the most (having two young kids who loved it...). Paul Newman's on-screen resume includes such icons as Eddie Felson, Cool Hand Luke, Butch Cassidy, Judge Roy Bean, and one of my favorites, Reg Dunlop. The man practically defined bad-ass.

Rest in peace, Paul. May the Newman Foundation continue to flourish as a testament to your vision.

Thanks to alert reader brad_in_ma for alerting me to this news...

That is all.

I Have Arrived...

For I am the recipient of a "Saturday Redneck" courtesy of my blogson...

Not only that, but it's one of my very favorite songs in the world. And I suspect it will become even more beloved in 8+ years, once BabyGirl G. is {SHUDDER} starting to date...

That is all.

It's Fall...

Yep. There's a distinct chill in the air. The leaves are starting to leach out chlorophyll, turning shades of crimson, orange, and amber.

And it's time to put the full windshield back on the Electra Glide and dig out the leather chaps.

It's a good time of year to ride. Full leathers are comfortable again, which is a good thing.

Now if it would only stop raining...

That is all.

Friday, September 26, 2008

Random Rambling...

*Picked up the replacement laptop last night. Got it home, set up, and working just fine. Now it's the waiting game to see if the USB ports on this one get pooched or not...

*On the ride to Best Buy, I apparently took a side-trip through Darwin's Waiting Room. There was some imbecile dressed in black walking his dog - with no reflectors, flashlights, or any other means of letting the motoring public that Joe Stupid was walking in the dark. There was a pair of bicyclists riding down the middle (!!!) of the winding, unlit backroad with little blinking taillights and helmet head lamps.

*Some poser in a Civic ricer-wannabe pulled up next to me at the lights on the 495 Connector. It's a straight shot to 495 with a speed limit of 55 MPH and no place for Johnny Law to hide. So Rico Suavé pulls up next to me and starts revving his go-kart engine, complete with coffee can muffler. Naturally, I give the hemi a goose... Light turns green, I get the truck sideways, then take off for Canada... I can hit triple digits in no time, come to find out... Ah, yes, some things never change...

*Yesterday was a banner day here at MArooned - over 700 hits, our best day yet. Thanks to everyone who stopped by my little corner of the 'web, and a special thanks to SayUncle for the linky-love.

*And speaking of banner events, it looks like we might break 100 posts this month. That's a lot of my blathering in 30 days. I'm going to have to think of something nice to do for y'all for putting up with me...

That is all.

New Blogs! New Blogs!

Folks, we have five new blogs added to the blogroll today. Busy day.

The first three blogs are blogs I've been reading for ages and finally realized that I didn't have them on my 'roll (Shame, shame Jay G!). {Shameless link whore alert} I don't see MArooned on any of these blogrolls, so if you happen to see this note... Oh, you might feel a pang of regret and remorse that your blogroll is missing a foulmouthed biker gun nut from Massa-fucking-chusetts... *g*

1. Murphy Was A Grunt is a former Marine (NEVER say "ex-Marine" unless the person in question was literally drummed out of the Corps) who has one funny take on life. He's also generous enough to share his tales of derring-do in the service with us. Thank you for your service, Murphy, and welcome aboard.

2. Home On The Range is home to the delightfully talented Brigid. Hmm. A stunning redhead who's a pilot, loves Sigs, and goes shooting with Tam and Roberta. What's not to like???

3. The aforementioned RobertaX from The Adventures of Roberta X. Another fan of the holy trifecta: Firearms, motorcycles, and science fiction. Plus she rooms with Tam and is a Hoosier a la Og.

4. Epijunky at Pink Warm And Dry (I know there's gotta be a story behind that name!) I found through various comments but also through the new "Follow This Blog" feature. For some bizarre reason she thinks that my insane monkey poo flinging here is interesting enough to follow. I'm flattered beyond the capacity for rational thought...

and lastly, but certainly not least, please welcome:

5. Sir Limerick at Pajamaverse. Posts his commentary in limerick form. Most creative! And, what's most amazing of all, he actually e-mailed me to tell me about the blog! (That's a hint for anyone out there linking MArooned that's not on the MArooned blogroll...)

That is all.

Friday Motorhead Fun Thread

Okay, time for something a little... lighter.

I've done the "coolest" cars of the 1980s. Call it the "good". Today, we're going to focus on the "bad" cars of the 1980s. Next week, naturally, will be the most subjective, the "ugly"...

My criteria for choosing the "bad" cars is just that - mine. Some were chosen because they were just horrifically bad ideas. Some were pieces of junk. Some were genuinely unsafe. All are, IMHO, bad. So here we go!




1. Late 1980s Ford Taurus. I know that commenter sci-fi is going to disagree with me on this one, particularly in the #1 slot, but his experience bears out why this is the worst of the bad. Two transmissions. Three engines. Countless electronics. All in a scant 7 years. And his wasn't the worst - a buddy of mine's dad bought an '88 Taurus that chewed through SIX transmissions before he finally had Ford take it back under the Lemon Law.

2. Mid- to late 1980s Dodge Caravan turbo. Yeah. Great freakin' idea, guys. Put an underpowered four banger in a big, heavy box. Then, in an attempt to get more power, slap a turbocharger on it. This was Chrysler's "Put A Turbo In It!" policy taken to the extreme.

3. Cadillac Cimarron. SRSLY? A Chevy Cavalier with Caddy emblems on it? WTF??? Guys... Honest. This is a twofer for badness - the Cimarron is arguably the granddaddy of "badge engineering" that brought us such idiocies as the Lincoln Blackwood and the Cadillac SVT.

4. Third Generation Chevrolet Camaro, 4-banger. Yes, that's right. They stuffed the 2.5L I4 "Iron Duke" four-banger into the freakin' Camaro... GM's "pony beater" was turned into a bloated, underpowered piece of rolling crap. This was, IMHO, the beginning of the end of the J-body...

5. 1987 Cadillac Allante. While we're talking about underpowered GM offerings, let's mention the first-issue Allante. Originally slated to take on the Mercedes 500 series convertibles, the Allante's anemic powering quickly made it abundantly clear that the big Mercedes was in no danger from General Motors.

6. Okay, one last underpowered GM and I'll stop bashing: The 1988 Buick Reatta. It was supposed to be a high-performance coupe/convertible. And then the bean counters got to it and stuffed the same, tired, 165 HP 3800V6 into it. Once again, GM comes up with a great concept, then stuffs it full of FAIL.

7. Ford Bronco II. While the Suzuki Samarai gained notoriety for rolling over, the Bronco II was actually worse in rollover tests. Its tall profile, short wheelbase design made for a very unstable platform prone to rolling over even at relatively slow speeds.

8. Chrysler TC. Yeah, here's a great idea. Grab a stock LeBaron. Throw a bunch of over-priced Maserati emblems on it. Don't touch the engine. Then charge triple the price of a stock LeBaron. How'd that work for ya, Lee???

9. 1988 Ford Festiva. This was Ford's second attempt at re-badging a small foreign car (first was the Fiesta). Like the first, it was ill-received here on American shores. Basing it off a Kia was probably not the greatest idea going, especially given the "quality" of Korean automobile manufacture in the 1980s (think Hyundai).

10. K-Car based limousine. Yes, you read that correctly. Chrysler actually made a limousine version based on their line of K-cars. I am not making this up. No, I don't know what they were smoking. Obviously it was skunked... This is epic FAIL...

I hope this list has been entertaining, and as always, feel free to include your own nominations for "Bad Cars of the 1980s" in comments!

That is all.

Verbal Beat-down

Kevin takes a "journalist" out to the verbal woodshed...

Go. Read. 'Tis a thing of beauty...

That is all.

Friday Gun Pr0n #78

Alternate Title: Finally, We See the New & Improved Model 17!

*sigh*

I really was hoping that I'd have to postpone this gun pr0n one more week. Last Saturday, at the GOAL Banquet, I bid on a succession of fine firearms, but did not manage to acquire any. Obviously, I blame George Bush and his eeevil gun show loophole...

However, there is an upside - I finally get to put up the picture of the corrected Model 17 that I promised, oh, three weeks ago... As I mentioned in that long-ago post, I had acquired a Model 19 with the 4" barrel last summer, and it came with the target grips from Smith & Wesson. The Model 17 was sporting a pair of Hogue Monogrips, which replaced a garish pair of faux wood (read: genuine plastique) Safariland grips.

In the run-up to my second new shooter outing earlier this month, I had grabbed the trusty Model 17 and the 19 at the same time. Looking at them, it struck me that the grips really ought to be swapped - the recoil-reducing Monogrips were much better served on the .357 Magnum Model 19, and the checkered target grips were made for the Model 17 in the minimally recoiling .22lr.

Here's what she looks like decked out in her Sunday finest:


Damn, but that's a beautiful wheelgun... Much better with the original S&W target grips to go with the target hammer and trigger... And the good folks at Smith & Wesson really know their stuff - those grips work awesome on the Model 17. I was nailing clay pigeons on the 25 yard berm at the pistol range with alarming frequency...

That is all.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

I Know I Shouldn't Laugh, But...

This had me roaring:




Yes, there is Bailout FAIL...

(Photo sent by alert reader and longtime friend Sci-fi...)

That is all.

Slave to the (Recent) Grind...

(My apologies to anyone who now has Skid Row's Slave to the Grind stuck in their heads... Like I do...)

As I mentioned earlier, the new laptop that we bought on Sunday has a glitch. A quick call to the SuperMegaTelcoMart where it was purchased indicated that it was still under their 14 day return policy, and that I could bring it in and have it repaired or replaced. So last night I boxed up all the pieces parts and dragged it back to the store.

The customer service dude booted it up, saw the error message, and called over a manager. He took a look at it, authorized a replacement, and sent another associate to see if they had one in stock. Needless to say, given my rather Murphyian luck, a replacement was not in stock, but expected on a shipment coming in today.

What this (long-winded) explanation means is that I left the new laptop sitting in the original packaging last night, as there's just no reason to unpack it only to pack it up again tonight. Which means that we're back down to one computer, the cranky old machine in the office on the second floor (the room over our garage).

In just three short days, I got into a new routine with the laptop. I'd get the kids up and dressed, get them downstairs and seated for breakfast, and then pop the laptop open and read the news while drinking my morning coffee. I like this routine - I can still read the latest news and blogs, but not have to leave the children to their own devices to do it. Three short days. And this morning I had to bring my coffee cup up into the office so that I could continue the routine. I grew accustomed to the laptop in half a week. This is rather disturbing, especially given the typical "luck" I experience with home electronics.

And, naturally, I started thinking about routines in general. With kids, it's good to get them into a routine. They seem to do better when they know that they're supposed to do "X" at "Y" time (it helps even more once they can tell time!). We note everything on the calendar, such as what the "special" of the day is at school (their library/gym/computers classes are called "specials" and they have a different one every day of the week). And then there's the extra-curricular activities, the soccer, karate, Cub Scouts, Daisy Troops, swimming, gymnastics, etc. Every day they're out the door and on the go; every day has its own unique routine.

Remember one thing, though: You can't spell "routine" without "rut"...

We should endeavor to shake things up; to get out of the routine; to escape that daily grind and do something different. Go for a walk at lunch today. Screw the prepared dinner plans and take the kids to McDonald's - on a school night! No one remembers the routine later on in life. They remember the one time you took off for the weekend and drove to DC just because one of the kids was curious about the Lincoln Memorial that they were learning about in school. Have fun - this is the only life we get. Live it to the fullest.

That is all.

More Tolerance from the Left...

TV anchor who resembles Palin gets 'hate mail'

BANGOR, Maine - A television news anchor in Maine who looks a lot like Sarah Palin says she's been getting "hate mail and nasty phone calls."

Cindy Michaels from WVII-TV has long brown hair that she sometimes wears up in a style similar to Palin's, and she also wears glasses on occasion.

Michaels says some viewers recently began accusing her of trying to copy Palin's style or, worse, somehow trying to subliminally sway votes.
First, while Ms. Michaels is certainly an attractive woman, she's no Sarah Palin:

Not even close...

Second, Ms. Michaels apparently has the dumbest viewers in America, if they think that her hairstyle and choice of eyewear is some sort of subliminal message to vote for McCain/Palin. Her cohorts in the rest of the media are unabashedly supporting Obamessiah; why would she intentionally torpedo her own career?

That is all.

I Give Up...

Puzzling through another McCain surprise

WASHINGTON - Republican presidential candidate Sen. John McCain jolted the 2008 race Wednesday by saying he’d suspend his campaign and come to the Capitol to help pass a bill to rescue the nation’s financial sector.

He also called for a postponement of the debate with his Democratic opponent Sen. Barack Obama, set for Friday night.


You know how that's going to be spun against him? It's going to be painted as giving up.

We just witnessed Barack Obama winning the Presidency, folks. You don't suspend a campaign a scant month before the election. Not when you're the Republican candidate. Not when the media is completely and unabashedly in the hip pocket of your opponent. McCain just had his "tank" moment, I fear.

Get ready for Jimmy Carter, Part II.

That is all.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Huh!

Okay. Just called Best Buy about the computer issue.


I'm not going to get my hopes up too much, but I was told that they have a 14 day return policy and to bring the new laptop in. They'll check it out and repair or replace it as part of their policy.


So color me cautiously optimistic. Obviously I'll feel better once it's back to normal, but at least there's hope right now. Cabin in Montana has been put on hold...

That is all...

Shorter AWB Opposition Post

I found a much simpler way to encapsulate just why I hate the AWB. Pictures.


You see, this is perfectly acceptable:





Whereas this is considered an "Assault Weapon":





See? One's a traditional rifle, wood stock, nothing special. The other is an eeeevil scawy black rifle, with folding stock, pistol grip, and "banana clip" high-capacity magazine.

Except, of course, that they're the same fucking gun. Astute readers will immediately recognize both as the venerable Ruger 10/22; the more discriminating gunnie will note the Krinker conversion in the second picture.

Same gun. Same action. Same caliber. Same same same.

The difference between the two guns is purely cosmetic. They function identically. And yet I am perfectly free to own as many of the first type, but I become a felon upon taking possession of the second.

Does that make a lick of sense to anyone with two functioning brain cells?

One gun is illegal in states with continued AWB (or the US once Barry gets in and implements AWB II, now with even more intrusions!). Even though it is the same damned thing...

Here, let's do it again:

Legal:




Illegal:




Once again, I've chosen a Ruger; this time the Mini-14. The "legal" gun is the Mini-14 in standard "factory" configuration; the second has received a Wilson Precision treatment with Butler Creek folding stock and scope.

Same gun. Same action. Same caliber. Same same same.

But one gun looks eeeevil and scawy. Doesn't matter that they function the same way or shoot the same round or accept the same damn magazines. One looks scary.

And on its looks alone, we fear it and make laws prohibiting its possession.

It's time to free the evil rifles, folks. They've done nothing wrong. They just want to be loved and brought to the range just like all the nice wood-stocked ones...

That is all.

Respect for the Law

Kentucky man arrested for 1,000th time

LEXINGTON, Ky. (WKYT) -- He's hit another a milestone. A Lexington man, famous for how many times he's been arrested, took his 1,000th trip to jail.

Police arrested Henry Earl for alcohol intoxication, a charge he's faced hundreds of times before.

Earl is a pseudo-celebrity because of his extensive record. He's been featured on late night talk shows and has several websites dedicated to tracking his arrest record.

Earl's 1,000th arrest happened late Monday night on South Limestone. He'll be in court Tuesday afternoon to answer to this latest charge.

If you're wondering what 1,000 arrests equals, here's a look at Henry Earl's history.

In all, he's spent 4,123 days in jail.

35 of his 1000 arrests have been this year alone, landing him behind bars 189 days in 2008.

On average, Earl is out of jail about two days before he lands back behind bars, although this time he was out for four days before his latest arrest.


1,000 arrests. 4,123 days in jail. That works out to a little over four days in jail per arrest.

What does it say about our justice system here? To me, it says two clear and distinct things. First off, the concept of incarceration and rehabilitation fail for some people. That Earl didn't learn his lesson after the 10th time or even the 100th is blatantly obvious. The sentences were obviously either too lenient to make an impression or the "crimes" he was arrested for should not have been crimes at all.

Which is my second point. If the law is so feeble that a man can be arrested one thousand times in the span of a dozen years, why bother? Earl's peers see him in and out of jail, even to the point of gaining notoriety, and what message does that send about our criminal justice system? It says the system is broken, with little hope of repair.

When a man repeatedly engages in a pattern of behavior contrary to the laws of society, and we let him walk into, and out of, our penal system, it makes a mockery of that system. This man's record is either replete with crimes that should never have been considered crimes (public drunkenness, for example), or he should have earned a longer stay in the greybar hotel to make him re-think his lifestyle.

To allow a travesty of this magnitude, though, turns our penal system into a grotesque caricature of itself. We see a repeat offender sentenced to multiple incarcerations - 35 arrests this year alone for a staggering total of 189 days in jail - yet no reform of either the offender or the revolving door justice system that coddles him. At what point do we say "enough"? How many times must the system fail before we scrap it entirely? We need to reach a point where we say, "this is not working" and take steps to address it; otherwise we're simply saying "Do it again, only exactly the same".

It's high time we took back the justice system. Certainly we want to attempt to rehabilitate those that want help; however, once a recidivist has shown a certain level of contempt for the system, it's time to make the punishment more draconian. Perhaps adding multipliers per year - i.e., this is your 10th arrest this year, we're going to multiply your punishment 10 fold. Harsh? On its face, yes. But considering that the offender would need to be arrested nearly once a month, arguably not cruel nor unusual.

In any case, someone as blatant as Earl needs to be dealt with in a more severe manner that he's been receiving for the past decade or so. 1,000 arrests, no matter what for, is unconscionable. Our system needs significant reform to bring itself back from the shallow parody that it is today, otherwise this will only deteriorate the longer it is allowed to metastasize. Unless and until we start dealing with criminals in a manner they can understand - cold, harsh, and immediate - we will invite more of the same.

And in that meantime, the politicians will stand over the bodies of the dead and cry out that they need to restrict my Second Amendment rights so it won't happen again. Bullshit. Making the goblins pay for their crimes, and dearly at that, is the clearest way to reduce crime. Not going after barrel shrouds or pistol grips.

That is all.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

One Day...

Sonofabi...


Had the new computer for one stinkin' day and already come across the first problem... The USB ports have stopped recognizing peripherals. This is a huge pain in the ass.


A quick check on the ol' intarweb reveals that this has been an issue with Toshiba laptops for several years now. Fuck me.

Why the fuck do I always, without fail, manage to find the one fucking product that has all the problems?

I'm guessing I'm pretty well-screwed - best-case scenario is that I'll have to ship my computer back to freakin' Japan to get it fixed in the next 6-18 months or so...

It's times like these that the 14' square cabin in Montana looks pretty fucking good...

That is all.

QOTD

Today's Quote Of The Day comes from that erstwhile philosopher og, the Neanderpundit:

I’m willing to deal with a little danger and inconvenience for freedom, and everyone should be.

Damn skippy og. As Jubal Harshaw would say, there's no safety this side of the grave.

That is all.

Life Imitating Art...

'Heroic' coffee toss foils robbery

Coffee can offer more than just a morning jolt. A steaming cup of java, it turns out, can also stop a crime.

Early this morning in Brookfield, two men in hooded sweatshirts and Halloween masks tried to rob a Cumberland Farms on Route 9. A customer tossed his coffee on one of the bandits, and the two would-be robbers scampered away empty-handed, police said.

Jeff Spicoli declined comment.

That is all.

(Tip 'o' the keyboard to poster Bob P at Northeastshooters forum)

Deconstructing the Assault Weapons Ban...

Given how one of the candidates currently running for office has voiced his support for making the Assault Weapons Ban of 1994 permanent (oh, and his running mate helped write said ban...), there's a 50:50 chance that we could be staring down the barrel (ha! a gun pun!) of a new and/or "improved" assault weapons ban.

That said, I'd like to take a look at the Violent Crime Control and Law Enforcement Act of 1994, in particular Title XI (a.k.a. Assault Weapons Ban of 1994, abbreviated forthwith as AWB) with an eye towards pointing out the blatant absurdity inherent in the original ban. I'll admit to my own prejudice here, right up front: I think the AWB was a poorly-constructed, ill-written pile of bovine excrement whose supporters have to lie, cheat, and otherwise stretch the truth to heretofore unseen proportions to even vaguely begin to justify this travesty.

I'd like to focus on the criteria used to ban said "assault weapons". Ignoring the idiocy of banning weapons by name (which, of course, was circumvented in seconds by re-naming the weapons), here's what made a semi-automatic rifle an "assault weapon":


`(B) a semiautomatic rifle that has an ability to accept a detachable magazine and has at least 2 of--
`(i) a folding or telescoping stock;
`(ii) a pistol grip that protrudes conspicuously beneath the action of the weapon;
`(iii) a bayonet mount;
`(iv) a flash suppressor or threaded barrel designed to accommodate a flash suppressor; and
`(v) a grenade launcher;


Got that? It had to have the detachable magazine, and at least 2 of 5 features to be considered an assault weapon. Why two features and not one or three? Who knows? Perhaps the good folks at Monty Python were involved...

Of the five features, two are patently ridiculous from the get-go: Bayonet mount (please, can anyone point out an instance of a bayonet assault occuring sometime, oh, since the start of the Industrial Age?) and Grenade Launcher - considering that "destructive devices" (a.k.a. grenades) are already heavily regulated by the BATFE, what is the rationale behind prohibiting a grenade launcher? The pistol grip is nearly as ludicrous - all it does is provide a different grip angle than a straight stock. That's it. There's no magic inherent in the so-called pistol grip that confers extra ballistics or super-lethality to the rounds fired; although the proponents of the ban were often spouting nonsense such as "spray-firing from the hip" (one can only assume they stumbled across footage of someone bump-firing a semi-auto AK clone or they saw too many Liberian Freedom Fighters in action...)

The last two features are the flash suppressor and the folding or telescoping stock. These have at least some tenuous connection to reality - the folding/telescoping stock could conceivably make the weapon easier to conceal, and the flash suppressor could possibly reduce the visibility of the muzzle flash, making it harder to spot the rifle in use. Yes, it is a stretch - a *big* stretch. But easier than a grenade launcher...

What's mind-numbingly stupid is that none of these features make a damn bit of difference in how the gun performs. There's nothing that helps in aiming. They didn't go after a pistol-grip on the forend. They didn't preclude scope mounts or other types of improved aiming systems. They didn't even limit the calibers that the rifles could chamber - basically, the Mini-14 firing the marginal .223 Remington is considered as dangerous as an FN/FAL in .308 Winchester... In short, nothing affected by the ban changed a single thing about how the weapon operated. If the object of the Assault Weapons Ban was to make semi-automatic rifles less dangerous, epic fail.

Of course, some would argue (your humble host included), that there was never any interest in reducing the number of so-called "assault weapons" - the aim was, pure and simple, to get the American people used to the concept of further Second Amendment intrusions. Back in the 1930s the hue and cry was that the police were outgunned by the mafia because of the easy availability of machine guns; hence the 1934 Federal Firearms Act. The assasination of Robert Kennedy lead to the infamous Gun Control Act of 1968 which put significant restrictions on the importation of certain types of firearms, mail-ordering of firearms, and age limits.

In short, we were long overdue for more gun control in the eyes of those who would deny us our rights.





Onto the pistol portion:


`(C) a semiautomatic pistol that has an ability to accept a detachable magazine and has at least 2 of--
`(i) an ammunition magazine that attaches to the pistol outside of the pistol grip;
`(ii) a threaded barrel capable of accepting a barrel extender, flash suppressor, forward handgrip, or silencer;
`(iii) a shroud that is attached to, or partially or completely encircles, the barrel and that permits the shooter to hold the firearm with the nontrigger hand without being burned;
`(iv) a manufactured weight of 50 ounces or more when the pistol is unloaded; and
`(v) a semiautomatic version of an automatic firearm;
These are even more nonsensical than the rifle prohibitions.

A magazine that attaches outside the pistol grip??? Did anyone think for even a second about this one? The reason that magazines traditionally go into the pistol grip is that it's easiest to find your own hands - our bodies are designed to automatically go together. Putting the magazine outside the pistol grip makes the weapon less intuitive to use. This makes it less dangerous.

Threaded barrel? Considering that silencers are already heavily regulated and foregrips make the pistol an NFA weapon, the only things left are barrel extenders (HUH?) and our nemesis from the rifle ban, the flash suppressor. Stupid, stupid, stupid. None of these have ANY basis in reality.

A barrel shroud? Are these people on crack? There's only one pistol I can think of that utilizes a barrel shroud, the Intratec-9 (Tec-9). It's a poorly manufactured jam-o-matic that looked real cool wielded by Jack Burton, but in reality suffered from so many design flaws that it was best suited for use as a boat anchor... In fact, most of the pistol portion of the AWB sounds like it was specifically written with the Tec-9 in mind...

Manufactured weight of 50 ounces or more. Are you kidding me? If the basis for banning folding stocks on rifles was that it made the gun more portable, explain why lighter handguns are desirable??? Hell, I'd say we're lucky they didn't demand that ALL pistols be made to weigh more than 50 ounces as part of the AWB... To put things in perspective, the Smith & Wesson 500 Magnum with 4" barrel weighs 56 ounces. It's a freakin' brick (by design, of course, to soak up the massive recoil). It's not something you toss in your waistband and jog through the 'hood with.

And, lastly... A semi-automatic version of a fully automatic weapon? Considering that there aren't a whole heckuva lot of machine pistols as compared to light rifles, this one puzzles me the most. It would appear that they were trying to ban Uzis without specifically naming Uzi. Other than that, I'm out of ideas. The Glock model 18 is available as a fully automatic pistol; does this mean that all models of Glocks should have been banned?

These regulations were apparently written by someone with a poor grasp of English, let alone basic engineering or general firearms construction. It's abundantly clear that they had a very small selection of firearms in mind when this bill was drafted, and outside-the-box thinking simply was not tolerated. But then again, clear thinking often falls by the wayside in the rush to trample unpopular rights...




And, lastly, high-capacity feeding devices (magazines) :


(b) DEFINITION OF LARGE CAPACITY AMMUNITION FEEDING DEVICE- Section 921(a) of title 18, United States Code, as amended by section 110102(b), is amended by adding at the end the following new paragraph:

`(31) The term `large capacity ammunition feeding device'--
`(A) means a magazine, belt, drum, feed strip, or similar device manufactured after the date of enactment of the Violent Crime Control and Law Enforcement Act of 1994 that has a capacity of, or that can be readily restored or converted to accept, more than 10 rounds of ammunition;


More than 10 rounds. Newly manufactured 15-, 20-, 30-, etc. round magazines were prohibited under the AWB. Why? Does anyone seriously think that the 1-2 second delay in changing a magazine makes a lick of difference in a mass shooting? A madman armed with a semi-automatic weapon and three 10 round magazines is somehow less dangerous than with one 30 round magazine? Was any thought put into this whatsoever? Why 10 rounds? Why not 5? It just seems so freaking arbitrary. What makes this even more meaningless is the abundance of "pre-ban" magazines for military surplus weapons - AK-47 clones and AR-15 variants have literally millions of pre-ban magazines available.

I'll even admit one of my deep, dark secrets. I actually prefer 10 round magazines for my semi-automatic rifles. I find that, even with light-kicking rounds like .30 Carbine or .223, after about 10 rounds I'm ready to shoot something else. Hell, I simply start getting bored... Even the 15 round magazines for my P226 get onerous after a while. Not to mention that with ammo prices skyrocketing ever higher, it's cheaper on the wallet to shoot slower...





So there's my (admittedly shallow) analysis of certain portions of the Assault Weapons Ban of 1994. Since we could possibly be in the unenviable position of repeating history through our inability to learn from it, I figured a quick primer would be in order. Any politician voicing support for such an egregious violation of our protected Second Amendment rights should be opposed vigorously and thoroughly. It's clear they either do not understand our Second Amendment, do not trust us with liberty, and/or actively view us as subjects to be controlled.

I want no part of that noise. And I will work to the best of my ability to insure that anyone supporting such nonsense be defeated at the ballot box. I'd prefer "be run out of town on a rail" or "be tarred and feathered then placed in the town stocks", but we'll take crushing defeat as a close second...

That is all.

Monday, September 22, 2008

For My Blogson...

PatriotPost. Sign up for their thrice-weekly e-mail here. It's well-worth the time to read...

Here's a good bumper sticker for you, Ted...

That is all.

Goldilocks He Ain't...

Mom finds hungry stranger snoring in son's bed

BILLINGS, Mont. - A man was charged with burglary after he allegedly broke into a home, ate cheese from the refrigerator, made a mess in a bathroom and fell asleep on a child's bed.


Home Invasion: UR doin it wrong.

However:

The woman said she found a strange man sleeping in her son's bed. She woke her husband and left to call police from a neighbor's house. The husband confronted the man with an unloaded shotgun and held him until police arrived.


Home Defense: UR doin it wrong. But UR lucky.

Unloaded? SRSLY? WTF?

That is all.

Unintended Consequences...

Alternate title: File Under "N" for No Shit Sherlock...

Across Mass., wait to see doctors grows

The wait to see primary care doctors in Massachusetts has grown to as long as 100 days, while the number of practices accepting new patients has dipped in the past four years, with care the scarcest in some rural areas.

Now, as the state's health insurance mandate threatens to make a chronic doctor shortage worse, the Legislature has approved an unprecedented set of financial incentives for young physicians, and other programs to attract primary care doctors. But healthcare leaders fear the new measures will take several years to ease the shortage.


Okay, raise your hand if you didn't see this coming. MA passes a law that says all MA residents must have health insurance. Doesn't matter if you're a healthy young adult with no history of medical issues who can chance not having insurance - in this case, you have no right to "choose" what to do with your body.

The medical profession then sees the writing on the wall: increasing regulation and interference by the state under the guise of protecting the Medicare "investment" as more formerly uninsured folks start going to the doctor. The article states that only 2% of all medical school graduates go into Primary Care.

Hmmm. Waits of 1 to 3 months to see a doctor. Why does that sound familiar?

That is all.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

AAR: GOAL Heritage Banquet...

Okay. I mentioned it earlier, so here's the AAR.

Took Mrs. G. to the GOAL Heritage Banquet last night. Every year, GOAL has several Heritage Banquets around the state to raise funds and to bring its members together for a night filled with good food, good company, and to keep us informed as to against which windmills they will be tilting anti-gun laws they will be trying to thwart in the hive of scum and villiany that is the MA state house...

There are many raffles in which to participate, covering everything from collectible baseball cards to shotguns to full IDPA packages. There are also numerous auctions in which to participate, with many firearms and firearms-related items up for bid. Last night's guest speaker was Cam Edwards, of NRANews fame. Cam gave a rousing speech filled with history, activism, and tales from his show; he kept the crowd entertained but also made some strong points about how far we've come and how far we still have left to travel in the struggle for 2A freedom.

I also had a first. I got blanked.

This is the third Heritage Banquet I've attended (they started in 2006); and the past two years I've walked out of the Banquet with a shiny new rifle - a new Marlin Model 60 in 2006 and a Marlin Model 39A last year.

But this year, it was not to be... The bidding was fast, furious, and (eventually), too rich for my blood. There was a Heller Commemorative Smith & Wesson Model 442 revolver that I was quite interested in; however I wound up bidding against a friend and chose to leave it to him. There was a Ruger Mark II that I bid on fairly aggressively; however, another gentleman in the crowd was bidding just as aggressively, and while the money was going to a good cause, I wasn't about to pay more than MSRP for a Mark II...

So, empty-handed I left. Oh well. There will be other events, other guns to buy...

*sigh*

That is all.

30 Second Range Report...

Took my blogson to the club for some shootin' this afternoon. Much .22LR was flung downrange. Many orange clays met their untimely demise.

Shootin' stuff is fun. The S&W Model 17 is crazy accurate, and fun to boot. Nothing says "good day shooting" quite like to busting 6 out of 6 clays on the 25 yard berm...

And I've got a new computer and wireless internet. Heheheheheh...

That is all.

Live & Direct Kitchen Blogging...

Well, it appears that I have managed to both set up the new computer (read: take it out of the box without dropping it...) and get the wireless network up and running (read: follow instructions like a good little chimp...)

Holy crap, this is pretty freakin' cool...

That is all...

New Laptop!!!

EDIT: I have the new G. laptop.

And the winner is... a Toshiba! 3G RAM, 160 G HD, DVD RW. 17" monitor - it's actually bigger than the TV we have in our camper!

Now I just hope I can elbow enough people out of the way to get one at Best Buy this morning...

Heh. It's amazing how the sea of computer geeks parts when a 6' tall shaved head biker walks up to the entrance. Actually, I kid. Some geek even stepped on my foot on the rush in and I even refrained from re-arranging his facial bone structure...

(Side note: How hard is it to set up a computer these days? Look for much cursing in Casa del G...)

Still working on setup. It appears I'm stuck with Vista, at least for now...

((Side note2: Should have a review of the GOAL Heritage Banquet later today. A good time was had by all, but I had a first...))

That is all

Friday, September 19, 2008

Bet You Thought I Was Kidding...

...when I said I was ordering one of these...

Well, if you did think that, you thought wrong:



Heh. I predict this will see extensive wear. Might have to order a back-up just in case...

That is all.

Complete This Headline...

Bill Clinton likes Palin's...

Oh, the jokes just write themselves, don't they?

In a related note, I watched the morning news today during my workout and saw that Clinton was talking about Palin during some interview he'd given recently. I'll chalk it up to an endorphin-induced hallucination, but I could have sworn Clinton said,

Sarah Palin? I'd hit it.

Heh.

That is all.

Yarrrr!

Well shiver me timbers, matie, it's Talk Like A Pirate Day!

Here aboard the SS MArooned, we're lucky buccaneers indeed, as there are not one, not two, but three pirates on the blogroll: Cap'n Weer'd Beard himself, First Mate Strings, and Bosun Paul, the Pirate. Go visit those scurvy bilge rats and tell them Cap'n JayBeard himself sends his regards (and a bucket 'o' rum).

That is all.

Friday Gun Pr0n #77

*sigh*

I really did intend to post a picture of the new and improved Model 17 last week.

Except that a(n almost) too-good-to-be purchase fell into my hands at the GOAL yard sale two weeks back, and new guns take precedence over pre-arranged pictures of guns that have already been featured. I was planning to put up the picture of the new and improved Model 17 today.

Until...

I looked at the date. September 19th. 9/19. Well, you don't need to be a numerologist to know that this is a sign - today's guns have to be chambered in 9X19mm!

We'll start with a quick primer on the various and sundry 9mm offerings out there. The X19 part is pretty important, as there are at least three other 9mm variants in some stages of use currently out there:

9X17mm, a.k.a. .380 ACP, 9mm short, or 9mm kurtz
9X18mm, a.k.a. 9mm Mak (Makarov)
9X23mm, a.k.a. 9mm Largo or Steyr

None of these should ever, under any circumstances, be loaded into a gun chambered for 9X19mm (a.k.a. 9mm Luger or 9mm Parabellum). Bad, bad things will happen...






Without further digression, here are the various 9X19mm-chambered firearms in the G. armory:




Smith & Wesson Model 39. Single-stack, steel frame, 8+1 capacity, traditional double action semi-automatic pistol. This is the single-stack companion to the Model 59, considered the progenitor of the high capacity wunder-nines.




SigSauer model P226. Double-stack, steel frame, 15+1 capacity, traditional double action semi-automatic pistol.




Smith & Wesson Model SW99 compact. Double-stack, polymer-frame, 10+1 capacity double-action only (DAO) striker-fired semi-automatic pistol.




So there's the 9X19mm offerings in the G. armory. There's an equal number of 9X17mm handguns, however we are lacking in the 9X18mm department. With any kind of luck, a CZ-82 will fill that hole in the not-too-distant future. I don't foresee any 9mm Largo acquisitions on the horizon, though...

That is all.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Yeah, Let Us Know How That Works For You...

Biden Calls Paying Higher Taxes A Patriotic Act

Democratic vice presidential candidate Joe Biden said Thursday that paying more in taxes is the patriotic thing to do for wealthier Americans. The Republican campaign for president calls the tax increases their Democratic opponents propose "painful" instead of patriotic.


I'm guessing this ought to go over like Read My Lips...

And I can't help but wonder who Biden "borrowed" this from...

That is all.

Permit Permutations...

I'd like to talk about the concept of concealed-carry permits, and specifically why I think they're useless.

First off, there's the unconstitutional aspect - I feel strongly about the "shall not be infringed" part of "the right of the people to keep and bear arms". There's a good deal of debate over what, exactly, the founding fathers meant by "bear". Some scholars point to evidence that the phrase "bear arms" was limited only to military persons during the time of the Founding Fathers; others disagree. From reading their own words, though, it's pretty hard to think they could make statements such as:

No freeman shall ever be debarred the use of arms. — Thomas Jefferson: Draft Virginia Constitution, 1776.


or

Laws that forbid the carrying of arms...disarm only those who are neither inclined or determined to commit crimes. Such laws only make things worse for the assaulted and better for the assassins; they serve to encourage than to prevent homicides, for an unarmed man may be attacked with greater confidence than an armed man. — Thomas Jefferson: 1764 Letter and speech from T. Jefferson quoting with approval an essay by Cesare Beccari.

or

A free people ought to be armed. — George Washington: Jan 14 1790, Boston Independent Chronicle.

if they had intended only the standing army to be allowed to carry arms.

That said, Jefferson's quote about laws forbidding the carriage of arms is central to my disagreement with the concept of requiring a permit to carry a weapon, concealed or otherwise. The people that will jump through the hoops to obtain a permit are exactly the kind of people that do not need to be permitted; that is to say they are the most law-abiding citizens to be found.

Study after study show that concealed permit holders commit far fewer crimes than the average citizen - for instance, David Kopel's study in 1996 pegged the number at a staggering 0.002% of FL permit holders. Do we infer from this that the granting of a permit to carry a concealed weapon somehow magically transforms sinners into saints? Occam's Razor would posit that it makes the most sense that folks who get permits are already extremely law-abiding.

Why, then, are permits necessary? If the people who apply for concealed permit applicants are the crème de la crème of honest citizens, isn't it redundant to ask they get the permits in the first place? Isn't it safe to assume that less-than-savory citizens wouldn't bother with the permit at all, and carry regardless? It's a given that criminals carry without regard for legalities and permits (and we'll discard the circular argument that by carrying without a permit one is automatically a criminal; we'll consider that strike to be null).

Isn't it far more likely that the reason for granting a permit to carry a concealed weapon is simply another roadblock to prevent people from taking charge of their own self-defense? The more onerous the restrictions are made, the less likely the average person is going to be to bother with the process. In a larger sense, this is borne out every time there's a natural or man-made tragedy in the US - one of the first things to happen in the wake of the LA riots was a large increase in gun sales. It was only in the wake of the lawlessness shown in LA in 1992 that folks realized their vulnerability; it took wide-scale destruction and terror to move folks to consider self-defense.

Now place roadblock after roadblock: Proficiency testing; written tests; letters of recommendation; classes to attend. All time-consuming, inconvenient, and expensive as well. All for what? A slip of paper granting permission from the government to participate in an activity that the government has already been told it cannot abridge...

One need look no further than the state of MA and the draconian measures it passed 10 years ago to see the chilling effect on gun ownership:
85% Decrease in licensed gun owners
=
67% INCREASE in homicide related firearm deaths since 1998.
236% INCREASE in assault related firearm hospital discharges since 1998.
331% INCREASE in firearm assault related emergency room visits since 1999.
590% INCREASE in firearm assault outpatient observations since 2001.

(courtesy of GOAL - Gun Owner's Action League). A quote comes to mind:

The only power any government has is the power to crack down on criminals. Well, when there aren’t enough criminals, one makes them. One declares so many things to be a crime that it becomes impossible for men to live without breaking laws. — Ayn Rand

Make it so hard that very few bother; then crack down on the very few...

On its face, the idea of requiring a permit to carry a concealed weapon looks reasonable. Place simple, basic requirements to pass before the permit is issued, then grant once all requirements are met. What could be simpler? Well, as states like CA, MA, NJ, MD, etc. have shown, those "simple" requirements become not-so-simple over time as the desire to control grows. Even in "shall issue" states, onerous regulations such as requiring a license to purchase a handgun have wormed their way into the laws of the land.

How anyone can claim that this process is reasonable defies basic logic and reason. Simply put, we are either free or we are not. If we cannot be trusted with firearms, then we should not be trusted with kitchen knives, chainsaws, or toasters. All a firearm does, quite simply, is make the killing of another from a distance a little easier. Within contact distance, a knife is easily as deadly; clubs can be improvised from nearly limitless objects; one's own hands can kill through blunt trauma or suffocation.

Blaming the inanimate chunk of metal for a crime (gun crime. What a simply moronic term) removes blame from the person responsible. It makes it less likely we'll focus on the true problems behind interpersonal violence, hence perpetuating the cycle. Isn't it time we looked beyond the tool used, and focused on the mindset of the person misusing the tool? Can anyone give an honest, fact-based reason to believe that a simple slip of paper will prevent the tool from being misused?

I don't think so. Vermont and Alaska do not require these slips of paper, and yet these states are not awash in bloodshed and mayhem. In NH (and certainly other states), the process is so simple and inexpensive (fill in a single sheet of paper, pay $10 and wait a week) that they might as well not even bother. Yet my neighbor to the north enjoys a crime rate an order of magnitude lower than MA, which requires a permit to own any firearm and an act of G-d to get a permit to carry.

It's not about the gun. It's about the control. And the sooner we realize that, and start pushing back against the gun-grabbers and nanny-staters who would gladly assume said control, the better.

That is all.

Bingo...

Tam distills the media coverage of the economic "crisis" to a single pithy sentence:

In business news this morning... ...ZOMG WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!

And encapsulates my sentiments on the matter to a T. Yes, we've had some bad news. But it's highly suspect to be receiving all economic doom all the time mere weeks before an election. Especially when the news conveniently ignores which of the two candidates had the former CEO of Fannie Mae on his VP search committee...

As a matter of fact, didn't the media jump all over George Bush in 2000 because he was saying less-than-stellar things about the state of the economy? In fact, I believe the term used was "talking down the economy". Of course, less than a year later, the headlines were ablaze with breathless human interest stories of folks whose lives were ruined in the "Bush Recession"...

Nope, nothing to see here, folks... Just more history beginning yesterday.

That is all.

Y'Know What Would Be Nice?

If the media showed 1/10th as much interest in Barack Obama's working behind the scenes to alter troop withdrawal plans in Iraq as they do about Sarah Palin using a Yahoo account for Alaska government buisiness.

Actively suborning US interests overseas? Yawn.

Daring to use a personal e-mail account to get work done? OMFG, release the hounds.

The press is biased? Surely you jest! (and stop calling me Shirley...)

That is all.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Help A Blogger Out...

Mrs. Sailorcurt is going in for some exploratory surgery. Please keep her and Sailorcurt in your thoughts and prayers until this is a distant memory.

That is all.

All Linky...

Man, I have got some seriously excellent folks linked on the ol' blogroll...

Lots of good stuff out there today, but these guys really stand out:

Bruce puts a hurtin' on Obama and Fannie Mae/Freddy Mac special interest money.

Breda kicks the faux-feminists (you're only a feminist if you believe what we tell you to believe) right in their hypocritical keisters regarding Sarah Palin.

Lissa is on the same page I am with regards to the hookerification of our nation's children.

Mike W. came out to his dad - about being a gun owner.

Go. Read them all...

That is all.

221 Years Ago Today...

...The Constitution of the United States of America was signed.

We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defence, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.


How many of our Congresscritters have ever read this document, let alone digest and understand it?

How many hope, nay, depend on the ignorance of their constituency on what this document actually states, as compared to what the politicians claim it states?

What a magnificent piece of work our Constitution is. In a little over 4,000 words, the framework for a system of government unlike that of any previously attempted was laid. 4,000 words. Should be an easy hour's read; perhaps half-a-day to digest entirely (FWIW, I scanned it in a little over six minutes).

And yet we've strayed so far from this hallowed parchment. In some areas, it's been necessary as we added new territory and corrected fundamental wrongs inherent in the society of the time. In other areas, not so necessary, and in other still, downright hostile to the original intent of the Founding Fathers.

How did we get so far removed from the framework laid down, and how can we best get back to it?

That's a question I wish I could answer...

Happy Constitution Day, everyone. Please take the time to read this document today. If you think of it, read it to your kids (I'm going to bore mine tonight). Take the time to educate a friend, a co-worker, a family member. Remember the sacrifices needed to make this document a reality, and the continuing sacrifices made on its behalf to this very day.

That is all.

Earworm?

Y'know, there are worse things to have stuck in your head than the guitar riff to "YYZ"...

That is all.

Calling All Heinlein Fans...

Here's a specialized request for the libertarian sci-fi fans out there...

I have just discovered the wonderful world of Robert A. Heinlein (I'm slow. Sue me). I've been slowly devouring his body of work, starting with Starship Troopers (ah, now I see why the movie sucked so mightily), then Stranger in a Strange Land, moving on to The Cat Who Could Walk Through Walls and finally The Moon is a Harsh Mistress.

With so many books to his credit, I'm wondering just what I should tear into next.

Any thoughts on which way to go? I've liked everything I've read so far, with Stranger in a Strange Land my favorite so far (which, mind you, is akin to saying that out of my Colt Gold Cup, Smith & Wesson Model 17, and SigSauer P226, the Gold Cup is my favorite...) I'll most likely wind up getting pretty much everything he's written (when I find an author I enjoy, I tend to do just that...), but it'll be a bit at a time.

Thanks in advance.

That is all.

Did I Miss A Memo?

...or was today designated National Drive With Your Head Up Your Ass Day?

I mean, between being tailgated, cut off repeatedly, and having cars intentionally stop at green lights, there's no other explanation possible.

Oh, wait, there was a Democratic primary yesterday. That might explain it...

That is all.

Optics...

Steve over at The Firearms Blog has a question for us:

TFB Poll: Have you ever spent more on the optics than on the gun?

And I started thinking about it (always a dangerous proposition). I've got four guns with some sort of optics on them:

  1. Remington Nylon 66 (Cheap Tasco 4X scope)
  2. Remington model 511 (BSA 3-9X variable)
  3. VEPR (Russian PSP scope)
  4. S&W Model 422 (BSA red dot sight)

The model 422 and the VEPR came with their respective optics, so they don't count. Both Remingtons were given to me, so any price > $0 means yes. The scope on the 511 was also given to me, so that's a wash (unless you count the $5 I paid for shipping); the Tasco that's on the 66 was all of $10.

So, yes, I have spent more on optics than on the guns they're on. But me being the cheap bastard that I am, that's not surprising...

Oh, wait... I just thought of a fifth possibility. I have a spare BSA Weaver-mount red dot sight that I've put on my Winchester 1300. In that instance, I paid less for the optics than the gun...

Someday I hope to have a gun worthy of putting expensive optics on and shooting skills to make spending the money worthwhile. For the time being, I'll remain a cheap bastard...

That is all.

Takin' The Good With The Bad...

I'll start with the bad (if not unexpected):

Kerry wins primary decisively

US Senator John F. Kerry won a decisive victory last night against Edward O'Reilly, carrying virtually every Massachusetts city and town in his first Democratic primary challenge in 24 years.


Oh well. Six more years of Lurch. At least he's finally having to actually, you know, run for his office rather than have it handed to him every six years...




Then, the good:

A Senate fixture toppled

Dianne Wilkerson, the state's lone black senator and one of Beacon Hill's most controversial figures, lost in yesterday's primary by a paper-thin margin to a second-time challenger in a race in which Wilkerson's legal issues apparently overshadowed her high-profile endorsements and her record.

Sonia Chang-DĂ­az, a 30-year-old former Jamaica Plain schoolteacher and the daughter of an astronaut, defeated the 15-year incumbent who had the backing of top state Democrats including Governor Deval Patrick but was weakened by campaign finance and past legal troubles that left many voters in the vast and diverse Boston district demanding fresh representation.

Heh. How's that awesome endorsement power workin' for ya, Coupe? So we now have proof that the voters in Boston are not complete idiots. Maybe there's hope for us yet... (Nah...)

That is all.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Quote of the Day...

The Quote of the Day comes from my mother-in-law, explaining why she voted in the Democratic Primary today:

I wanted to be able to vote against John Kerry TWICE this election.

Heh.

That is all.

So Proud I Could Burst...

Alternate title: Like Blogfather, like Blogson.

Ted, my erstwhile Blogchild, has a New Shooter report of his very own up.

Go. Read. Congratulate Ted on a job well done.

That is all.

Gettin' Something Started...

National "Talk Like a Pirate Day" is coming up in three short days (ARRRR!), and it got me to thinking...

If we can have a day dedicated to talking like a pirate, why not something else that's even more fun?

I think it's time we got something started here. I hereby propose:

National Punch-A-Hippie Day.

What would work for a day? Or should we look broader, and make it Punch a Hippie month???

That is all.

Official Laptop Info Bleg...

Okay... After the latest round of technical difficulties, Casa del G. has finally opted to bring our computing hardware up-to-date (current PC was built in 2002).

We have decided that a laptop would be the way to go - run a router off the modem and set up a wireless network throughout the house. We can add on more laptops down the road as the kids start needing their own computers (using, of course, the trickle-down theory as our old laptop gets a HD wipe and becomes their new laptop...).

We don't do a lot of video editing or online gaming, so there's little need for a blazing-fast machine. Our needs are pretty basic - surf online, play a little music, burn CDs/DVDs.

I'm curious about what brands to look for or avoid; what the minimum system requirements for a new laptop should be; and what brand router to get. In the comments to the linked posts, there were plugs, and dings, for Acer as well as plugs for Dell and Lenovo (side note: that went into my head as Lenore. Can you tell I've been trying to think of scary things for the upcoming Cub Scout Halloween party and revisiting the works of Edgar Allen Poe?).

Any and all thoughts/experiences/etc. are greatly appreciated. It's been a while since I've shopped for computer equipment, a process I used to enjoy quite a bit (I even went to the Computer Expos!), but now view similarly to root canals or buying a new car...

That is all.

In Case Anyone Was Wondering...

This had nothing to do with me:

In road rage incident, driver chases, stabs other motorist
In what police say was a violent burst of road rage, a driver who thought he had been cut off chased another motorist through a Somerville neighborhood early Saturday, tracked him to a dead end, rammed his car, and then stabbed the other driver multiple times before fleeing.


First off, I unequivocably condemn violence against other motorists.

I understand it. Some people are just fucking clueless and have no business behind the wheel of an automobile. Some of the people I encounter on the roads have no business operating anything more complicated than a nutcracker... But I don't support violence.

Unless they cut me off. Then the gloves come off. And the bumper-mounted atomic land torpedoes get armed...

That is all.

Monday, September 15, 2008

Shine On You Crazy Diamond...

Pink Floyd member Wright dies at 65

Richard Wright, a founder member of Pink Floyd, has died at the age of 65 after battling cancer, his spokesman said.

Wright played the keyboard with the legendary band and wrote music in classic albums such as Dark Side Of The Moon and Wish You Were Here.

His spokesman said: "The family of Richard Wright, founder member of Pink Floyd, announce with great sadness, that Richard died ... after a short struggle with cancer. The family have asked that their privacy is respected at this difficult time."


Rest in peace, Richard.

Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.

Shine on you crazy diamond.

Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.

Shine on you crazy diamond.

You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom, blown on the steel breeze.

Come on you target for faraway laughter, come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!

You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon.

Shine on you crazy diamond.

Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light.

Shine on you crazy diamond.

Well you wore out your welcome with random precision,

rode on the steel breeze.

Come on you raver, you seer of visions, come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!

That is all.

Handy Cleaning Tip...

One of the few downsides to shooting more often is that, well, one has to clean more often as well.

I'm positively fanatical about cleaning. I wipe down my guns before I put them in the case at the range; if it's been an extended range session I'll run a brush through the bore to clean out the majority of gunk before I'm even off the line (this does not happen very often). I try to clean the same day as the shooting; barring that it's within 24 hours.

Since I've joined my club, I've gone shooting every week. While shooting more is always a good thing, it necessitates cleaning more. Now, since I'm shooting regularly, I don't feel the need to bring 10 guns to the range at once, so I'm cleaning fewer guns, but still... The level of cleaning has increased.

I stumbled across a handy little tip for cleaning revolvers. Now, I prefer a boresnake, especially if it's been a fairly low round count. One of the problems I've run into while cleaning revolvers is losing track of which cylinder I've cleaned. Well, I hit on something today:

When cleaning a revolver with a boresnake, feed the brass tip through the next cylinder before you finish the one you're cleaning.

Now, in a 5-shot J-frame this isn't as critical, but with a 7-shot L-frame or 9 shot Hi-Standard, it can get confusing (and yes, eventually you get to the point where you just look for the dirty cylinder...)

Just thought I'd pass it along.

That is all.

Holy Change of Pace, Batman!

SayUncle has a new look.

And apparently it's all Robb's fault. He's some sort of way-cool wizbang designer dude or something. Who still won't blogroll me. The bastard. :)

That is all.

Gunnie Warm & Fuzzies...

Okay. I'm officially a gun nut.

At the aforementioned "shooting event" yesterday, I was fortunate enough to share bench space with Paul, the owner of State Line Guns (and yes, another free plug for the man kind enough to share class III weaponry at the Bloggershoot...).

Paul reaches into his rifle case 'o' wonder, and puts a gorgeous FN-49 down on the bench. I take one look at it, recognize it from the ad in J&G Sales (I was thinking of buying a C&R version they had chambered in .30-06), and remark, "Hey Paul, that's an FN-49, right? Looks to be chambered in the original 8mm."

He responded "Yes it is, as a matter of fact!" He seemed pleasantly surprised that the rifle was recognized - he'd been asked if it was a Garand earlier.

True Gunnie Happiness is surprising a gun store owner with your knowledge of arcane mil-surps. Oh, and hitting steel with a pistol at 50 yards. That was a treat, even if I could only do it 2 out of 6 times with the Model 17... Getting good advice from a friend is excellent. Putting it to good use is sublime...

Heh.

That is all.