Friday, October 31, 2008

Happy Halloween...

Mrs. G has taken The Boy and BabyGirl G out trick-or-treating. It's weird to think that kids are out roaming the streets looking for candy when it's still light out, but that's what we get for messing with daylight savings time I guess...

In the spirit of Halloween, here's my Igor costume from the Cub Scout Halloween party:



And if that's not bad enough, an angry mustache:



Heh. Those oughta bring some interesting nightmares...

Happy Halloween everybody. Now go out and TP an Obama supporter's house...

That is all.

Friday Fun Thread: Good Foreign Cars of the 1980s

If it's Friday, it must be time for another automotive fun thread. When I started doing these "top ten" lists a while back, I wasn't clear that I was starting with American cars only, and received numerous suggestions for good, bad, or ugly cars from around the world. I had split the list into American and foreign intentionally - I could milk the subject twice as long... :)

So here's my list of the cool foreign cars of the 1980s. The list centers on cars available in the United States only, not what's available in the country of origin - hence why the Nissan Skyline is not on the list. Enjoy!




1. 1984 Ferrari Testarossa - I love this car. This is literally at the top of my "lottery car" list - a first-year "Red Head". The styling, even today, is fresh, clean, and fast looking; the rear-engine, rear-drive set-up defining supercars for decades to come. And it was Sonny Crockett's car in "Miami Vice" - how on earth could you get any more 1980s cool than that?

2. 1985 Lamborghini Countach - everything about this car, from the wild scissor doors to the wiiiide rear tires to the ginormous rear fin screamed speed. This car absolutely defined fast for the 1980s, starring in such memorable 1980s movies as "Cannonball Run" and "Rain Man".

3. Porsche 928 - It was in "Risky Business", Tom Cruise's break-out movie. This was the car that inspired the line "Sometimes you gotta say, 'What the fuck'." This was Porsche's first V8-powered car, a large, lumbering beast that heralded a new direction for Porsche, their breakaway car that would help them shed the last ties to Volkswagen. Except that no one wanted the automatic-transmission, front-engine V8 Porsche, preferring the rear-engine six cylinder turbos instead. It's still darn cool.

4. 1983 Toyota Celica GTS - hey, it's the first manual transmission car I ever drove. It was also the last generation of rear-wheel drive Celicas before they went to FWD in 1986. Sadly, this was the time-frame when Japanese cars were manufactured primarily out of compressed rust, so very few examples remain...

5. 1983 VW GTI - I'll admit to bias here; I owned a 1986 GTI that was quite possibly more fun than should have been allowed - I used to hit offramps at insane rates of speed just to get the inside rear wheel off the ground in the turn. I also had about five or six friends who owned GTIs of varying ages, most of whom rolled their GTIs at some point (although one crashed head on into a tree at 40 MPH and walked away from it unscathed...). The GTI is also responsible for popularizing the term "pocket rocket". Well, as it pertains to cars, that is...

6. 1981 Datsun 280ZX - When I bought the aforementioned GTI, I had taken out a personal loan to buy a car after leaving college (I gave my old Buick to my sister for her first car). I took out this loan because I had fallen in love with a 1981 Datsun 280ZX for sale nearby. The Datsun sold before I could nail down the loan, so I wound up with the GTI instead. Such is life.


7. 1988 Honda CRX - what's not to like about a teeny little two seater that got 40 MPG on the highway and tore up the autocross track? 1988 saw a re-styling of the Honda line to include flush headlights, bringing a cleaner look to the dated inset bezels Honda had been using (to be fair, pretty much EVERY car manufaturer had the inset headlight bezels in the 1980s).


8. 1988 BMW 325iC - I have to admit to a bit of nostalgia for the '88 Beamer convertible, as a buddy of mine had one back in the day and it was a fun car to cruise the beach in (major chick magnet, which given my mullet at the time was well-needed...). It's a classic shape that looks as good now some 20 years later.

9. 1983 Ferrari 308GTS - Ferrari is the only manufacturer to get a double listing, as there was no way I could pass up the 308, the car driven by "Magnum P.I.". The 308GTS is, I would argue, the car that comes to mind when someone speaks the name "Ferrari".

10. 1986 Mercedes 300E AMG "Hammer" - how can you not love a big, fat, heavy four door luxury sedan that can accelerate from 0 - 60 MPH in 5.4 seconds? SRSLY! Mercedes, the "Cadillac" of the European luxury car market (meaning they're for the, um, advancing in years set), stuffed a 5.5L V8 monster into a 300 series and the super-sedan was born.




Well, there's my list of the best foreign cars of the 1980s. As always, feel free to critique, debate, or add your own favorite car(s) in comments.

That is all.

Friday Gun Pr0n #83

Sadly, I don't have a CZ-83 to showcase today for the numerical aspect. What I do have, though, is an interesting little gun:



This is a "Kraft Prod" model K-25 .25 ACP. It's a Baby Browning knock-off, done rather poorly, but that's all I know about it. There's no information available that I can find for it, which is unfortunate - it needs a new set of springs, badly. The one and only time I took it to the range, it got off two shots before misfiring something awful - in fact, it had a hangfire, the first time I've ever experienced one.

I've done a quick search around the 'net for information on "Kraft Prod" and "Kraft Products" to no avail; there's nothing out there I can find on this manufacturer. I'd like to try my hand at some minor amateur gunsmithing, as I was given the gun for free and it's not currently working, so at the very worst I've got a gun I can turn in at the next "buyback" and make $200...

Anyone know where to find information on oddball firearms?

That is all.

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Mid-Afternoon Musings

Okay. Things have quieted down somewhat; at least to a dull roar. Some random thoughts to get through the rest of the afternoon, then I'm off on a four-day weekend. Tomorrow's off to get ready for the Cub Scout Overnight on Saturday/Sunday, then I'm taking Monday off as a "Mental Health" day (plus I'm burning vacation time before the end of the year). Needless to say, I'm going to the range. The way things are shaping, it will entail large-caliber handgun goodness...

In no particular order, then...

*As much as I'd like to agree with my right-leaning brethren around the blogosphere, I don't see McCain pulling a "USA defeats Russia for the gold" victory on Tuesday. He's being out-spent like 50:1 (with, of course, no comment whatsoever by the media on Obama's "pledge" to take public funding, natch), he's got the media actively working against him, and he's running out of time in key states. I certainly hope I'm wrong, mind you, but I don't hold out a lot of hope come Wednesday morning November 5th.

*I've changed my mind on Question 3 on the MA Ballot initiatives and will be voting No thanks in large part to the excellent comments received on my post. I plead guilty to a moment of emotional weakness, and promise to heed that inner voice that asks "What path yields more freedom?" going forward.

*Firming up plans to shore up the ol' G armory before the end of the year; there is definitely an AR-15 variant in the works as well as another AK-47 semi-auto clone. The AR-15 variant I'm gonna need some suggestions for; the local gun shop has a DPMS Panther Arms AP4 Carbine for under $900, that's looking like a strong contender. The AK clone is going to be pretty much whatever I can lay my grubby mitts on when I get my year-end bonus. If there's any money left over, I'll order an AR-15 lower and an M1 Carbine from OCDMP.

*An early reminder that National Ammo Day is coming up in a few weeks.

*Heh. One of my upcoming posts is going to detail Obama's campaign promises so we can all watch him deliver them to us with the help of the Democratically controlled House and Senate. I'm certain that a single-party government will easily enact all the pretty plans and dramatic dreams of the chief executive. Isn't that right, Governor Patrick?

That is all.

AUGH!

Today is not going well.

The scanner won't scan. The kids missed the bus. Every asshat in the known universe got in front of me on the road today. Work is totally kicking my pasty white ass.

And we stand poised to elect a gun-grabbing socialist to the highest office in the land in just five days.

Somedays it's just not worth chewing through the leather straps, yannowhatamean?

That is all.

Get (Re)Loaded...

Okay.

I have come to the realization that it is time to start thinking about learning to reload.

One of the major advantages of finally getting off my duff and joining the local gun club is that I've been shooting more (well, not recently, but...). One of the disadvantages is that... I've been shooting more. Shootin' is 'spensive, bubba. And .22LR, while a lot of fun, gets pretty boring after a while...

So I've decided that it's time. It is time to take the plunge and explore the crazy and exciting world of reloading. A new friend has generously offered to take me under his wing and guide me through the process, which is a good thing - I'm somewhat skittish about this undertaking, as I've seen plenty of examples of what can go wrong. One of the big reasons I've stayed away from reloading is that it requires a significant amount of concentration and dedication that I haven't yet been able to devote.

Well, I've decided I'm ready.

So I need a primer (HA! A reloading pun!) on getting started. What's a good set-up for a beginner reloader? Is there one set-up that's good for both rifle and pistol rounds? I shoot a LOT more pistol than rifle, but a lot of that has to do with cost (on average, pistol rounds are significantly cheaper than rifle rounds). For example, I'd love to take the Marlin 336 out to the range more often (I've shot it once, I think), but at $15 - $20 for a box of 20 rounds it's just too pricey.

Another reason is the indoor range at the gun club - we're only allowed lead bullets, no jacketed ammo of any kind allowed. While I can get plenty of .38 special wadcutters, that's about the limit of readily-available lead rounds for the guns I own. It would be nice to work up some .45 ACP wadcutters for the 1911s (even I, a complete farmer, know not to run lead reloads through a Glock) or some .380 ACP for the Makarov (which will digest pretty much anything I put into it. I have a sneaking suspicion I could load a 50 year old hollowpoint soaked in penetrating oil into this gun and it would still fire. In backwards.).

This is a multi-tiered bleg for my reloading readers. First off, what's a good, sturdy, inexpensive set-up for an introduction to reloading? Actually, back that up. What the heck is the difference between a single-stage press and a progressive press? What are manufacturers to look for or avoid? What the heck are die sets? What other equipment am I going to need? Brass tumblers, kinetic bullet pullers, dies, resizers; there's a brave new world of gear and lingo I need to learn before I even get started...

Secondly, before I go crazy with all the gear, is there a manual or "Dummy's Guide to Reloading" out there? Something that waters down the technical stuff for a beginner, but not so much that I wind up doing something like this... MidwayUSA has a dizzying array of books, manuals, and videos available; are these worthwhile, or will they bore me to tears long before imparting any wisdom? Are there any resources I should investigate (or avoid) for information on getting started (websites, forums, etc)?

Lastly, if nothing else, I invite any reloaders to share their experience with me - get me enthusiastic about this undertaking. There's an awful lot to learn, with a fantastic potential payoff but also a pretty severe and unforgiving learning curve (as evidenced by this website). While I grok the concept of cheaper ammo, being able to roll my own, and even potentially casting my own bullets (talk about a good skill to have in the post-apocalyptic world!); I shudder to think of my Ruger Security Six becoming a Ruger-grenade, or my 1991A1 suffering a Glock-like KaBoom...

Any pointers, hints, links, stories, etc. are appreciated. I'm hoping to get into this sometime by the end of the year or beginning of the new year, so this is more just the information gathering stage. Right now, there's no such thing as "too basic" or "too simple" - I am brand-spanking new to this, and want to make sure I do it right...

Thanks in advance.

That is all.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

They Say It's Your Birthday, Part?

Today's a certain Uncle's birthday. Go wish him well, that young pup...

That is all.

Earworm...

Y'know, if you've just got to have a tune stuck in your head, Rush's "Cinderella Man" ain't a bad one to have. Especially that kickin' bass riff...

Just sayin'...

That is all.

Schadenfreude...

Dianne Wilkerson accused of taking $23G in bribes
In a Beacon Hill brasserie just feet from the State House, where oysters on the half shell will set most back a tank of gas, Sen. Dianne Wilkerson slithered a greased palm up her cardigan and stuffed $1,000 in bribe money into her bra, federal prosecutors allege.

On any given weekday, No. 9 Park is the place for an ambitious legislator to be seen chewing the fat. But on June 18, 2007, Wilkerson, 54, was apparently unaware that the government informant who’d just handed her 10 $100 bills allegedly in exchange for her twisting the arms of a who’s who of political powerbrokers to obtain one liquor license had brought a hidden camera to lunch, as well.

I wonder if we will finally be able to put this criminal in jail, rather than back on Beacon Hill?

And, just because I can't savor this moment enough:

A Closer Look At Wilkerson's Alleged Bribery

Which details the allegations along with pictures of Wilkerson actually hiding the bribes.

And:

Wilkerson Allegations Disappoint Politicians

I love this:
In the months before her September primary loss, it wasn't uncommon to see Wilkerson standing with Democratic leaders. At a news conference announcing the repeal of a 1913 law, she was praised by House Speaker Sal DiMasi and Gov. Deval Patrick.

On Tuesday, Gov. Patrick issued this statement: "The initial reports are both troubling and sad. These are very serious charges and I will trust the judicial process to take them seriously."

Mayor Thomas Menino, according to the affidavit, was lobbied by Wilkerson on behalf of someone who was allegedly bribing her.

Yeah, there's certainly nothing in Wilkerson's past to indicate she might have more than a passing familiarity with the MA criminal code and the penalties for breaking certain elements. You know, like Federal tax evasion or repeated campaign finance violations...

Sometimes, bad things happen to bad people, too.

That is all.

MA Ballot Questions

In which Jay deconstructs the three ballot questions posed to Massachusetts voters in an attempt to illustrate his philosophical leanings. There are three questions on the ballot this year in Massachusetts. Question One deals with income tax, Question Two concerns the penalties for marijuana possession, and Question Three takes aim at dog racing in MA.

So away we go!



Question 1 has gotten the most press and debate, as it deals with abolishing the state income tax:

SUMMARY

This proposed law would reduce the state personal income tax rate to 2.65% for all categories of taxable income for the tax year beginning on or after January 1, 2009, and would eliminate the tax for all tax years beginning on or after January 1, 2010.

The personal income tax applies to income received or gain realized by individuals and married couples, by estates of deceased persons, by certain trustees and other fiduciaries, by persons who are partners in and receive income from partnerships, by corporate trusts, and by persons who receive income as shareholders of “S corporations” as defined under federal tax law. The proposed law would not affect the tax due on income or gain realized in a tax year beginning before January 1, 2009.

The proposed law states that if any of its parts were declared invalid, the other parts would stay in effect.

A YES VOTE would reduce the state personal income tax rate to 2.65% for the tax year beginning on January 1, 2009, and would eliminate the tax for all tax years beginning on or after January 1, 2010.

A NO VOTE would make no change in state income tax laws.

I'm voting "Yes", even though it's about as futile a gesture as one can make. The reason I'm so pessimistic is that in 2000 we had a binding referendum question on the ballot rolling the state income tax back to 5.0% from 5.75%. It passed overwhelmingly, yet when it came time to implement the rollback, the legislation elected to ignore the will of the people entirely. The rate was finally reduced, but only to 5.3%, not 5% even.

There is literally no reason to suspect that the legislature would respect the will of the people this time, either - especially with such a major revamp of the tax code. Cutting off a revenue stream is a sure way to slow the growth of government. Obviously this doesn't sit well with the cradle-to-grave nanny-statists. I don't know if it will pass - I doubt it, as anti-question 1 commercials and signs outnumber the pro- commercials about 500 billion to one...



Question 2 revolves around the penalties for possession of marijuana:

SUMMARY

This proposed law would replace the criminal penalties for possession of one ounce or less of marijuana with a new system of civil penalties, to be enforced by issuing citations, and would exclude information regarding this civil offense from the state's criminal record information system. Offenders age 18 or older would be subject to forfeiture of the marijuana plus a civil penalty of $100. Offenders under the age of 18 would be subject to the same forfeiture and, if they complete a drug awareness program within one year of the offense, the same $100 penalty.

Offenders under 18 and their parents or legal guardian would be notified of the offense and the option for the offender to complete a drug awareness program developed by the state Department of Youth Services. Such programs would include ten hours of community service and at least four hours of instruction or group discussion concerning the use and abuse of marijuana and other drugs and emphasizing early detection and prevention of substance abuse.

The penalty for offenders under 18 who fail to complete such a program within one year could be increased to as much as $1,000, unless the offender showed an inability to pay, an inability to participate in such a program, or the unavailability of such a program. Such an offender's parents could also be held liable for the increased penalty. Failure by an offender under 17 to complete such a program could also be a basis for a delinquency proceeding.

The proposed law would define possession of one ounce or less of marijuana as including possession of one ounce or less of tetrahydrocannibinol ("THC"), or having metabolized products of marijuana or THC in one's body.

Under the proposed law, possessing an ounce or less of marijuana could not be grounds for state or local government entities imposing any other penalty, sanction, or disqualification, such as denying student financial aid, public housing, public financial assistance including unemployment benefits, the right to operate a motor vehicle, or the opportunity to serve as a foster or adoptive parent. The proposed law would allow local ordinances or bylaws that prohibit the public use of marijuana, and would not affect existing laws, practices, or policies concerning operating a motor
vehicle or taking other actions while under the influence of marijuana, unlawful possession of prescription forms of marijuana, or selling, manufacturing, or trafficking in marijuana.

The money received from the new civil penalties would go to the city or town where the offense occurred.

A YES VOTE would replace the criminal penalties for possession of one ounce or less of marijuana with a new system of civil penalties.

A NO VOTE would make no change in state criminal laws concerning possession of marijuana.

I am also voting "Yes" on this question, as it's one step closer to decriminalization, which is the first step to legalization. I cannot fathom how alcohol can be legal and marijuana is not. It boggles the mind that alcohol, which one can purchase at virtually any corner store, is perfectly legal to purchase, consume, etc. whereas marijuana will get you arrested. There is no logical reason for this - marijuana is no more addictive, altering, or dangerous than alcohol. Physically, the dangers of smoking marijuana center mainly on the actually smoking part; long term damage, aside from smoking, is far less pervasive (and open to interpretation) than even moderate alcohol consumption.

I certainly don't expect this bill to pass; they haven't even bothered running ads against it. The only pro-ads have been long-time cops who agree with the idea of making MJ possession more of a ticketable offense rather than a crime. Which, really, is better than it being an arrestable offense. I don't have a dog in this particular hunt, as I don't partake (I quit smoking cigarettes before my son was born and swore off *all* smoking then), but any time we can claw back a small amount of freedom we're all better off.



Question 3 tackles an ethical dilemma, the racing of dogs for sport:

SUMMARY

This proposed law would prohibit any dog racing or racing meeting in Massachusetts where any form of betting or wagering on the speed or ability of dogs occurs.

The State Racing Commission would be prohibited from accepting or approving any application or request for racing dates for dog racing.

Any person violating the proposed law could be required to pay a civil penalty of not less than $20,000 to the Commission. The penalty would be used for the Commission’s administrative purposes, subject to appropriation by the state Legislature. All existing parts of the chapter of the state’s General Laws concerning dog and horse racing meetings would be interpreted as if they did not refer to dogs.

These changes would take effect January 1, 2010. The proposed law states that if any of its parts were declared invalid, the other parts would stay in effect.

A YES VOTE would prohibit dog races on which betting or wagering occurs, effective January 1, 2010.

A NO VOTE would make no change in the laws governing dog racing.
I'm voting "Yes" on this question as well - three "Yes" votes in a row. I'm not an animal person - I am extremely allergic to animal dander, meaning basically that even short-term exposure to cats, dogs, mice, hamsters, etc. leaves me literally gasping for breath. I've never had a cherished childhood pet, never bonded with a four-footed housemate, never felt the stinging pain of loss when a lifelong friend slipped away.

And yet I have a soft spot for animals. I've taken my children to the circus on several occasions, and I wince when the animals are prodded or whipped. I empathize with the protestors who want the animals freed - I disagree with their methods, but not their goal. It saddens me that great and majestic animals are reduced to mere playthings for our amusement, that in this day and age we need to denigrate other species for a quick laugh or a moment's amusement.

I haven't the foggiest idea if this will pass or not. I suspect not, as there are numerous dog tracks around the state, and one riiiight over the border in Seabrook NH that will be more than happy to take all the dog racing dollar$ MAholes want to spend. Plus the general consensus lately has been to allow more gambling rather than less, and one of the ways they've tried to stave off allowing casinos has been to allow some slot machines at dog tracks...



Well, there you have it, my ballot questions broken down and explained away. For the MA residents out there reading, feel free to debate my positions or support my choices. For residents in other states, please take the time to read your states' ballot questions carefully and study both sides of the question.

That is all.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Dubious Distinction...

Looking through my Sitemeter referrals, I find out that I am in the top 20 hits for an interesting search string.

Yeah. Classy all the way, that's me...

That is all.

Tragedies and Jerking Knees

Something went horribly wrong at this past weekend's machine gun shoot at Westfield Sportsman's Club. During their annual full-auto shoot, which is open to the public for a fee, someone handed an 8 year old boy a micro-Uzi to shoot. He squeezed the trigger, the gun fired, and the sharp recoil and muzzle climb resulted in him shooting himself in the head. He died shortly thereafter.

It's a horrible, senseless tragedy, and one that was entirely preventable. The Range Officer should not have allowed the gun to be fired without supervision. The father should have been more attentive, and perhaps waited until after the first salvo to take pictures. There's a lot of "should haves", little facts. One thing is for certain, though. This being MA, there's no shortage of asshats ready to pounce on this tragedy to further restrict our freedoms.
State Representative Michael Costello, the Newburyport Democrat who co-chairs the Joint Committee on Public Safety and Homeland Security, said yesterday that he plans to draft a bill that would ban anyone younger than age 21 from firing an automatic weapon.

"This isn't a knee-jerk reaction; it's a common sense reaction," he said. "We should take swift action to provide some reasonable restrictions on this type of unreasonable practice. It's almost indescribable that within a year of leaving a booster seat, an 8-year-old can be holding a submachine gun."

The surest sign that it IS a knee-jerk reaction is this jack-off's insistence on telling us it isn't. Look, Representative Costello, could you please tell us exactly how many other minors have been killed by machine-gun fire in the Commonwealth? Here's a hint: Close your eyes. What do you see? Yeah, nothing. None. This is a tragedy, to be certain; but is an aberration, a statistical outlier so far outside the norm that we'd be better served banning all hard candies for the handful of kids who choke to death each year.

It's going to be awfully interesting watching Representative Costello explain to the US Armed Forces how soldiers in MA won't be able to use machine guns until they turn 21, too...

Look, The Boy is almost 8. This hits home especially hard for me; Mrs. G. heard the news and it sent her over the edge - we've gone back and forth about me taking him to the gun club for the first time, and this incident has set me back at least a couple of years. I feel The Boy is ready; he shows excellent command of the Four Rules; he does well with his BB gun; under my tutelage he has proven himself ready.

But in the blink of an eye, all that means nothing. The news can't wait to stand over the body and demonize gun owners, claiming that this is what the NRA wants all along - Uzis in the hands of children. Regardless of how tightly Class III weaponry is regulated; regardless of the insane number of hoops one must jump through to get regular gun permit in MA, let alone a green card (Machine Gun license); one sensational accident and it all goes out the window.

How big of a jump is it to go from "No one under the age of 21 may fire a machine gun" to "No one under the age of 21 may fire a semi-automatic weapon" to "No one under the age of 21 may touch a firearm of any sort"? Not very. What does that do to the shooting sports? When we can't share our passion with our children; when we are prohibited by law from bringing our sons to the gun club for an afternoon of target shooting; when there are no more Junior teams... All because of a tragedy less common than drowning in a five gallon bucket?

Look, I think handing an 8 year old a fully automatic weapon is insane. I know that age group well, and in general they don't have the physical dexterity nor the maturity to handle something that serious. Hell, I'm a full-grown man and I'd be a little nervous about shooting a Micro Uzi - they've got an insane rate of fire and are very light. I've shot a fully automatic Glock pistol before, but that had a shoulder stock on it for controllability. Whether the father knew how difficult it was to handle or not is immaterial - if he knew, shame on him for letting the kid fire unsupervised. If he didn't know, shame on him for not finding out before letting his son take the firearm.

But passing a law to prohibit this? Senseless. It does absolutely NOTHING other than pave the way for future infringements on our Second Amendment rights. Nothing. It won't save lives, because the target of the bill is so infinitesimally small that you might as well ban gravity for all the good it's going to do. But the potential for this to act as a springboard for future restrictions is great. The return is negligible, the danger high.

Knee-jerk indeed.

That is all.

The Great Outdoors

The Cub Scout Overnight is this Saturday. Once the Halloween parties were over (yes, plural - the PTA's "Halloween Howl" was Friday night [and Mrs. G. is the secretary of the PTA] and the Cub Scout Halloween party was Saturday night), I turned my attention to gathering the last of the gear The Boy and I would need for our night in the wilderness. In November. In New Hampshire.

I've always loved camping. Now, I've only done "car camping", which means that all my gear is brought from the car to the campsite for set-up. I haven't backpacked in, or mountain-biked in, or even carried my gear in on the Harley. My gear is decidedly old-school, with a Coleman stove and lantern that formerly belonged to my parents - from before I was born. I've added a propane lantern to the mix, as it's much easier to use then the liquid lantern (especially around the Scouts), but I prefer the old stove and lantern whenever possible.

I did a lot of camping as a graduate student; there's something about the low cost of camping out (free, if you know where to look; otherwise darn close to free in a pinch) that appeals to someone making less than minimum wage. While the pay wasn't great, my advisor insisted on us taking at least two weeks off over the summer, which meant grabbing the tent, the rest of the gear, and heading north, south, or west to find a new location to explore.

We gravitated mostly north, to the White Mountains region of NH. Wide open spaces, plenty of hiking, fishing, climbing, etc. - this was even back when you could see the Old Man in the Mountain. We climbing Mount Washington; traveled the Kancamagus Highway; played poker under a blue tarp in the pouring rain somewhere south of North Conway. Vacations were a lot simpler then; a borrowed tent, an old sleeping bag, and a folding chair that doubled as a bed meant a week's worth of sleeping late, drinking beer all day long, and worrying only about remembering to get ice and more beer.

Somewhere along the way, though, it became more than just drinking beer in the woods. It became exploration, the quest for the perfect location. It became a night spent in absolute quiet somewhere along Tripoli road, a desolate access road to a ski resort, utterly useless in July except for cheap camping ($20 per carload per week). No showers, no bathrooms (dig a latrine!), just a giant fire pit six feet across with a rock the size of a Volkswagen at the back. One year we made at least a half-cord of wood disappear in that fire pit over the course of a week.

I have no sense of smell. I can't reminisce about the smells of the campsite, the bacon grilling in a cast-iron frypan or coffee percolating over smouldering hot embers of the previous night's bonfire. What I do have, commented on by many friends, is an acute ear - my lack of smell has apparently resulted in my hearing being significantly amplified as a method of compensation. While I may not smell the bacon, I hear it sizzle. While the coffee's aroma may escape me, the sound of the coffee percolating in the tin coffee pot alerts me to impending caffeination.

I think it's a pretty fair trade.


I might miss the smell of fresh flowers along a trail, but I hear each cricket's unique chirp. I can echolocate a bullfrog within 5 feet of his actual position. The flutter of a bat's wings in twilight lets me know that the mosquito population is about to dwindle. The light snap of a twig indicates a skunk may be penetrating our perimeter (time to "mark" the boundaries of the campsite again!). There's an absolutely amazing world out there in the woods; life bursts from every fallen tree, murky swamp, and forest floor. Footfalls on a carpet of pine needles make a sound one never hears in the city; the rustle of a wild animal in the tall grass just beyond the treeline gives an adrenaline rush unlike any other.

And Saturday night I get to share this with The Boy. Now, we'll be in a camp full of Cub Scouts. Most likely there will be too much noise to fully embrace the outdoors; the season is too far along for all of nature's creatures to be present; we're not bringing any beer, wine, or other spirits to "enhance" the experience. But I'll have my son with me. And I'll get to add a whole new world of sounds to my repetoire.

I can't wait.

That is all.

Monday, October 27, 2008

Puttin' Out Feelers...

Okay, the reports of the Indy blogmeet, combined with the recent Gun Blogger Rendezvous III, has gotten me thinking again...

(As I said in my last post, be afraid. Be very afraid).

Who would be interested in a Northeast Blogger Meeting? I'm thinking we could make it a twice-yearly affair, with a shooting event in the summer months and a pub/brewery/eating establishment type meeting in the late fall/winter months. Depending on attendees, we could do something in Boston proper (as long as I can take the train in!) or southern NH.

Let me know if you're interested. I'll even take the hit for the team and coordinate the where, when, and why. (I must be a glutton for punishment...) Given sufficient planning, we should be able to plan a meeting for anyone who wants to attend - bloggers, commenters, and lurkers all welcome (well, only the good kind of lurkers, natch...)

That is all.

Notably Absent...

Just some random observations about things I've noticed missing from this Presidential election campaign.

*Gun control. Nothing. Nada. Even thought Barack Obama was on the Board of Directors of the extremely anti-gun Joyce Foundation, we have heard nothing about either candidate's views on the Second Amendment other than empty proclamations of support from Barack Obama. We haven't even seen the John Kerry-esque "can I get me a huntin' license" photo-op from Barry; one can only assume that he's written off the gun owner vote entirely.


*Military service. Other than hearing how John McCain's military service does not automatically make him qualified to be President or that he relies too heavily on his POW status, we have heard little-to-nothing about the importance of military service. This is, of course, a stark contrast to the 2000 and 2004 campaigns, where military service, or one's alleged lack thereof, was the be-all, end-all qualification. See Meme, Chickenhawk.


*Foreign policy experience. I believe the joke was something along the lines of "George Bush's foreign policy experience consists of eating at an International House of Pancakes" - that as a two-term governor of the state with the longest stretch of international border had insufficient experience dealing with foreign governments to be President. A case could be made in the general sense, that experience itself has not been an issue - unless, of course, we're talking about Sarah Palin.


*Gravitas. Interesting, isn't it, that wunderkind Obama didn't need the addition of Joe Biden to bring "gravitas" to his campaign. A community organizer turned state senator turned US Senator, with less than a year's experience on the national stage before running for the highest political office in America, didn't need an old fossil as veep to lend this mythical "gravitas" to his campaign.

The differences are, indeed, stunning. It's a parallel to the 1992 campaign that Bill Clinton waged against Bush the Elder. Only Clinton at least had some executive experience under his belt when he ran for President, of course. And we all know how that turned out. Brady Bill. AWB. First pass at socialized medicine. Largest middle class tax increase in history.

Folks, unless something drastic happens between today and next Tuesday, we are going to elect the most left-wing, most pro-socialism, least experienced person to ever run for President to the highest office in the land. We're going to hand control of the whole shootin' match to one political party, with possibly a bulletproof majority to rubber-stamp whatever this neophyte wants.

Be afraid. Be very afraid.

That is all.

Danger, Will Robinson, Danger, Danger!

Senate Democrats eye 'magic 60'
WASHINGTON (CNN) -- Sens. Mitch McConnell and Elizabeth Dole are two top Republicans lawmakers who find themselves fighting to hold on to their Senate seats.

They're also two reasons why Democrats are talking 60 -- the number of seats needed to secure filibuster-proof majority in the Senate.

"We are feeling really good that we are going to pick up a successful amount of the larger number of seats and have a successful election. As for 60? It is possible," said New York Sen. Chuck Schumer, who runs campaign operations for the Senate Democrats.

Can you say renewed Assault Weapons Ban? I knew that you could...

Nothing like counting your chickens before they hatch, eh Chuck?

Lots and lots at stake next Tuesday, folks. Please don't stay home or sit this one out just to teach the GOP a lesson. Handing the Democrats all three branches of government with a filibuster-proof majority in the Senate would be a really bad fucking thing. And think back to the last time it happened. 1977...

That is all.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Sunday Afternoon Musings...

Random thoughts on a Sunday afternoon...

Cub Scout Halloween party was last night. Four hours of prep. Two solid hours of Igor the hunchback leading young men from 6 to 10 through the Hallway of Terror translates into one sore back and a mighty sore throat.

And a whole mess of Scouts who will talk about Eye-gor the rest of the year...

That's a trade-off I can live with. It's a small sacrifice, one's dignity, in the grand scheme of things. Rather than being viewed as the stern authoritarian figure, the boys see me as the adult willing to make myself look foolish for the success of the Halloween party. I crack jokes, make obscure '80s pop culture references to keep the parents engaged, and generally make a complete and utter buffoon out of myself for the evening (no comments from the peanut gallery inquiring as to how that's different from any other day, thanyouverymuch...).

The hard part, though, is transitioning from Igor the goofball back into Cubmaster Jay the hardass for next weekend for our Scout Overnight. We have several dozen Scouts and their parents who will be looking very critically at how we comport ourselves - and handle any issues - on the second overnight of our Pack's history. I wrote about last year's fiasco and the fallout from it, and we have ZERO desire to repeat the mistakes of history. This time next week will tell whether we can negotiate that particular minefield, or if we will have to put the kibosh on future outings.

I'm hoping the grown-ups can act like, well, grown-ups this year.




Right now I'm home with BabyGirl G, just a lazy Daddy-daughter afternoon. She's been chained to her room all morning in a vain attempt to find her rug. She obviously inherited her father's sense of room-cleaning ability (none). Finally managed to starve her into submission (no lunch until we can at least see the floor in your room, young lady!), and now she's downstairs having her favorite lunch (hot dogs and macaroni and cheese; were it up to her, that's all she would ever eat).

Mrs. G. and The Boy are visiting the local farm stand, which has set up a corn maze in one of their fallow fields. We saw the maze when we went apple picking earlier this month, and The Boy expressed interest in going through the maze. At the time we declined, as BabyGirl G was in a foul mood (she's starting young) and having two fighting children in an enclosed space just spelled out "bad idea". So while I sit and listen to BGG chow down, Mrs. G is escorting The Boy through the maze. It's a good day. Alas, it will only last a few more minutes, until we re-group and fight the mob at the grocery store...




Most men look forward to fall as the start of the football season. The falling leaves, the brisk winds; to most of the male species it signifies a return to the gridiron, either reliving the glory days of high school, living vicariously through one's progeny, or simply sharing the cameraderie of watching the big game on a jumbo-sized television at the local sports bar.

But not this male.

To me, fall signifies the return of sweaters, fleece pullovers, and sweatshirts which herald the return of the winter carry gun. The colder weather allows a wider range of options in the personal protection arena - since outer garments are now necessary, the CCW choices are no longer limited to "that which fits in my pocket"... It's really about the only thing I have to look foward to this time of year, as all I can think about is skyrocketing home heating costs and the impending onset of snow and... the dreaded winter drivers.

At least they provide blog fodder, right?

That is all.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Yes, Even More Media Bias...

Alternate title: SRSLY? This is what passes for campaign news?

After Joe the Plumber, Joe the Hothead?
WASHINGTON (AP) — First there was Joe the Plumber. Is Joe the Hothead next?
Joe McCain said Friday he'll withdraw from campaign activities for his brother, GOP presidential nominee John McCain, after calling 911 to angrily complain about traffic. Joe McCain has apologized for making the call.

The candidate's younger brother, who lives in Alexandria, Va., told Washington radio station WTOP he was returning from a campaign event in Philadelphia around 2 a.m. on Oct. 18 when he got stuck in traffic on Interstate 495 at the Wilson Bridge. Police say the call was made about 1:30 a.m. Oct. 21.

Frustrated because of the traffic, Joe McCain called 911 to find out what was going on. The operator asked him to "state your emergency."

Okay, first off, Joe McCain is an imbecile. Calling 911 about traffic delays is a completely unnecessary drain on our emergency services, and he should probably be charged with making a nuisance call or somesuch. Secondly, this is a headline article? Really? A candidate's brother does something stupid? Imagine if they'd paid this much attention to Roger "my brother has a nose like a vacuum cleaner for coke" Clinton. Third, don'tcha just love how they juuuust happen to work the "hothead" angle in? One of McCain's weak spots, allegedly, is his temper. And the media's sure is quick to damn McCain based on his brother...

Between this, the idiot McCain worker who faked a hate crime attack, and "troopergate" (once again, I remind the reader the amount of attention paid to the allegations of AR State Troopers being used to escort Governor Clinton's "guests" in and out of the AR Governor's mansion...), it's all picayune crap that goes against McCain. This is complete and utter bullshit, I'm sorry. Obama gets ass-kissing puff pieces about visiting his sick grandmother (who, I hasten to add, I hope makes a complete and speedy recovery from her fall); McCain gets headlines for his brother's idiocy. Yeah. That's fairness right there.

Gah.

I need to get to the range.

That is all.

Ugh...

The Cub Scout Halloween Party is tonight. We have to transform the church where we hold our Pack Meetings into a frightening (but not too frightening) underworld capable of scaring the tar out of the Cub Scouts.

Plus arrange snacks.

My role is Igor, the tour guide through the hellish nightmare of a half-dozen 9 year olds in $10 Target "Scream" masks and referee between the scarers and the scarees. I throw myself into the role, using a mix of Ren Hoek, Marty Feldman's Igor ("that's... EYE-gor"), and Gollum. I guide the different groups of Scouts through the Hallway, leading them to each station and providing a lead-in for the adult volunteers working each station.

It involves two solid hours of me limping my way around the church basement (I am a hunchback, after all), contorting my voice, and trying to act as a referee while staying in character (or at least attempting to).

And I woke up this morning feeling like death warmed over.

Crap. It's going to take a lot of Dayquil to get through this...

That is all.

Friday, October 24, 2008

Friday Fun Thread: Ugly Cars of the 1970s

Well... We've done the good, bad, and ugly cars of the 1980s. We've done the good cars of the 1970s. Logic dictates that this week's Fun Thread would be either the bad or ugly cars of the 1970s, then.

There's one slight problem with doing the "Bad cars of the 1970s" - after 1975, they were all bad...

So we'll showcase the ugly cars of the 1970s, which is a difficult list to assemble. No, it's not that all the cars of the 1970s were that good; rather the converse - so many cars of the 1970s were just that ugly...


1. 1975 AMC Pacer - Just look at that... that... thing. A car so hideous that it rends the very fabric of space and time, sowing discontent and malaise wherever it appears. Oh, wait, that's Time Bandits. Well the Pacer is ugly enough to warp time, I think we can all agree on that.

2. 1976 Chevrolet Chevette (1977 shown) - let's see... ugly headlight assembly borrowed from the Pacer? Check. Odd, "melted" looking rear hatchback? Check. Crappy whitewalls and economy hubcaps? Check. This is one 'Vette you don't want Prince to sing about...

3. AMC Gremlin - why on earth American Motor Corporation thought naming a car after the small mythical creatures thought to plague early aircraft was a good idea is anyone's guess. Designing it to look like a door wedge didn't help, either... Interesting side note: the Gremlin was introduced on April Fool's Day 1970.

4. Ford Pinto - hmm... sense a trend here? Yes, American "compact" cars of the 1970s really were this bad. Acres of rear glass = ugly in any incarnation. SRSLY. Throw in the propensity of the car to explode if rear-ended wrong, this is the very automotive definition of Made Of Fail...

5. 1974 Dodge Dart - well, to start with, the Dodge Dart was driven by Al Bundy. The Dart looked like a parody of the Chargers and Super Bees of the late 1960s, a down-sized poser whose looks didn't translate into the smaller vehicle. The slanted back window seemed too dramatic; the front end decidedly bland; the styling a cheap copy of much better automobiles...

6. 1977 Oldsmobile Cutlass - How could I not include the car that was the inspiration for the 6000 SUX in Robocop? Or the police car driven by Buford T. Justice in Smokey & the Bandit (okay, that was a Pontiac LeMans, but it's the same platform). In any case, it's a bloated, ugly, rolling turd that had no business wearing the Cutlass designation...

7. Ford Granada - Growing up I had a couple of friends who owned Granadas. One friend hated his Granada so much that he refused to do any work to it - none. He didn't even change the oil, in hopes that the car would die and he could justify buying another car.

It ran for two and a half years, the last six months of which it possessed no discernable engine oil or transmission fluid.

It was, quite simply, too ugly to die.

8. 1978 Chyrsler Cordoba - never mind Ricardo Montaban praising its "rich Corinthian leather", the over/under square headlights alone automatically guarantee this car a spot on the ugly list. It had hood lines that are WAY too busy, a grotesquely ostentatious hood ornament, and the single worst aesthetic pairing yet - T-tops with a vinyl quarter roof. I'll wait while everyone goes into the rest room to be sick...

9. Chevy Luv pick-up - this would have been at or near the top of the Bad list had I drawn one up. The Luv was a re-badged Isuzu introduced in 1972 as a stopgap measure during the first gas shortage. Market analysts are still trying to decide what motivated General Motors to thrust this small block of crap with a bowtie on the American public. Even more puzzlingly, the GM/Isuzu tie remains to this day, only with Isuzu trucks being re-badged Chevy S-10s...

10. 1974 Ford Econoline van - this has got to win some sort of award for ugliest front end evah. The "hood" is laughable; the grill itself is unremarkable but manages to wrap around the front end for no good reason; the side windows are small and don't open; in short, it's an ugly box.



Okay. That's enough ugly for one day. Unless, of course, y'all can come up with something ugly(ier) that I might have overlooked (or that my brain forced out of my subconscious out of self-defense...)

That is all.

File Under "U" for Useless

Former Mass. Gov. William Weld to endorse Obama
SALEM, N.H.—Former Massachusetts Gov. William Weld, a Republican, is endorsing Democrat Barack Obama for president, citing the senator's steady leadership, good judgment and ability to unify Democrats, Republicans and independents.

"Senator Obama is a once-in-a-lifetime candidate who will transform our politics and restore America's standing in the world," Weld said in a statement released Friday. "We need a president who will lead based on our common values and Senator Obama demonstrates an ability to unite and inspire.

Excuse me, Bill, but just what the fuck have you been smoking these days? Obama has "steady leadership"? Of what, exactly? Be specific. Please give examples of Obama's alleged "leadership".
"Ability to unify Democrats, Republicans and independents"??? Please point out instances where Obama has done anything other than tow the Democratic party line. You did a great job parrotting what they told you to say.

Enjoy those 30 pieces of silver, asshole.

So Howdy Doody endorses Jughead. This is the best they can do? This is the caliber of "Republican" they can pay off to endorse Barack Obama? Guys who are still pissed off after more than a decade that their hopes of being an ambassador were torpedoed by Jesse Helms? Guys who have been out of the political arena for more than a decade?

Nice try. I don't fuckin' think so.

That is all.

Friday Gun Pr0n #82

Today's gun is inspired by the lively chat that accompanied this past Tuesday's Gun Nuts. The second part of the show centered on "favorite guns" (I of course had to mention my grandfather's Colt Official Police), and the conversation turned to the first gun ever fired.

Well, here she is:



That's a Stevens Model 311C .410 side-by-side shotgun. I shot this about, oh, thirty years ago while tromping around in the woods with Dad G. I don't even remember what we were allegedly "hunting" - I think Dad just felt it was time for his boy to fire his first shotgun. Would have probably been better had I not fired both barrels at once, though.

Fear not. Dad caught the gun before it hit the ground.

Anyhoo, I haven't shot it since. One of these days I'm going to bring it to the sooper-seekrit range and see how .410 birdshot does in redneck trap...

That is all.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Ask & Ye Shall Receive...

Tam opined about tactical mustaches a while back, and we here at MArooned are nothing if not accommodating:




Y'see, the "skin stripes" I carved for the Ren Faire weren't exactly well-received in the professional environment. Nothing was said, exactly, but the general atmosphere to the unconventional facial hair was less-than-inviting, I'll leave it at that.

Plus it was a stone cold bee-yotch to shave those teeny stripes in...

So I cut it back to a mustache, but held off on trimming for a bit... Voila! Instant '70s pornstache...

That is all.

That Horse is Dead, Jim

Yep. The mainstream media continues to carry water for the Obama campaign.

Gov. Sarah Palin, Todd Palin to give depositions
(CNN) -- Alaska Gov. Sarah Palin and her husband will provide depositions Friday to the state Personnel Board, which is looking into whether Palin unfairly fired Alaska's public safety director this summer, the couple's attorney told CNN.

Thomas Van Flein said he will be present for the depositions by the governor and her husband, Todd Palin. Each deposition will be done separately, with Palin, the Republican vice presidential candidate, giving hers in St. Louis, Missouri, a campaign adviser said.

I haven't seen this much attention paid to such a non-story since, oh, the Valerie Plame kerfluffle. You remember her, right? The "covert" CIA agent who showed the world how covert she was by posing for magazine covers... The story that wouldn't die despite any evidence whatsoever of any wrongdoing by Karl Rove ("frog-marched out of the Oval Office in handcuffs", remember?) or Bush/Cheney. (Scooter Libby was indicted for perjury, a charge we were told during the Clinton Impeachment that "no one is ever prosecuted for perjury"...)

Keep flogging that dead horse, MSM. Perhaps you can give a bit more coverage to Barry's poor ailing grandmother less than two weeks before the election. Maybe work in a few Glamour Shots of Barry holding an adorable kitten, with alternating shots of John McCain kicking puppies.

Seems to be about par for the course for the media coverage of this Presidential campaign...

That is all.

How Much Is Enough?

In the comments of my "Wish List" thread last week, commenter Wally asked
Can you expand on how you came up with your target mag quantities? Just curious about your thinkin'.

Well, any time I try to explain my thought process, my brain starts hurting, but I'll give it a whirl... ;)

Basically, I think one should have enough magazines on hand to load up 100 - 200 rounds (depending, of course, on the magazine - 40 round M1 carbine magazines are a different case than 6 round Defender magazines). Double that number (in an ideal world) for the Assault Weapon Ban scenario for redundancy's sake - the "two is one, one is none" principle. Now, granted, this is for guns that get shot regularly, of course - the WWII Luger that gets shot once every 5 years obviously doesn't need 8 magazines; the AR-15 that gets shot in competition might be best served with 15 - 20 magazines from 5- to 90 rounds.

For a semi-automatic pistol that's going to serve as a carry piece, the minimum I'd recommend is 3 magazines - one in the gun, one to carry for back-up, and a third to rotate. In this case, more is always better, especially if you're planning on a high capacity magazine that might not be legal in six months' time. Six to eight would be a good number of magazines for such a scenario, although upwards of a dozen couldn't hurt either... It depends on the gun and the magazine, IMHO - a 1911 where you can find a decent Chip McCormack magazine for $10 - $12 or a Makarov where you can find 8-round magazines for $5 each is a lot different than an HK with $40 magazines. Or I could just be cheap...

As far as ammo goes, I subscribe to the theory that says:
"The only way time you have too much ammo is if you have to carry it all".

Unless you're planning on moving it all at one time, there is no such thing as too much ammo. As we've seen in the past couple of years, ammo prices have been rising almost as much as gas prices. The more you buy NOW, the less you have to buy in a year's time when the price has gone up 2-3 more times. The absolute minimum for a safe queen, IMHO, is 100 rounds; for any firearm that you shoot regularly, 500 rounds would be a baseline level. 1,000 rounds plus all available magazines filled to capacity is better. 5,000 rounds of "common" ammo (9mm, .45 ACP, .223, .308, 7.62X39mm, etc.) is ambitious but cushions against sharp spikes in prices or temporary shortages. And .22LR? 10 - 20K rounds at a minimum of bulk ammo; 1-2K of mid-range target ammo.

The harder part, I've found, is deciding how much premium ammo to have on hand at any given time. Carry ammo for pistols or hunting ammo for rifles is significantly more expensive than FMJ target or mil-surp ammo, generally 2-4X the cost as a rule of thumb. For a box of 20 rounds of jacketed hollowpoint 9mm+P+, for example, you can expect to pay ~ $20. A box of 100 rounds of FMJ Winchester White Box (WWB) is also $20. Hunting ammo runs about the same, a 20 round box of .308 Winchester JSP might fetch $22, whereas mil-surp 7.62X51mm in bulk battle packs might only be $8/20 rounds. The upside, of course, is that you generally need a lot less of premium ammo - generally 100 rounds will be fine, provide it is rotated regularly (buy a new box and shoot the box it replaces every 3-6 months). Better if you can afford to stockpile 200 - 250 rounds, of course; ideally you'd want enough to fill every magazine you have and an additional 250 rounds. When you hit the lottery, that is...

I am well aware that handloading overcomes a lot of the expense above; however it is not for everyone (such as your humble host at present time). Revolvers, naturally, have a significant advantage over the semi-autos, as holding onto the brass is much easier and there's no extractors to gouge or otherwise mar the brass upon ejection. For the reloaders, having 1-2K bullets on hand plus enough powder and brass to assemble all into functioning ammunition would probably be a good start. I have no idea what the cost range would be in this case...

So anyways, there are my thoughts on the number of magazines and ammunition the well-stocked gunnie should possess. This is based on what I feel are good numbers, with an eye towards having more than one needs - remember, if you have too many magazines you can sell some; if you have too much ammo you can shoot it.

That is all.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Stayin' Classy...

Rash Of Vandalism Targets Minn. Politicians
MINNEAPOLIS (WCCO) ― Vandals defaced the garage at Sen. Norm Coleman's home, his campaign and police said Wednesday.

Five other Minnesota politicians -- including both Republicans and Democrats -- were similarly targeted with vandalism, according to authorities.

Coleman and his wife, Laurie, live in the Crocus Hill neighborhood of St. Paul. Graffiti left on the outside of their garage reads: "U R A criminal resign or else"; "Scum," which is written three times; and "Psalm 2."

No word on whether the handwriting matches that of Al Franken.

(Link found at Hot Air).

That is all.

Happy Blogiversary!

Jeff over at Alphecca is celebrating his blogiversary today. His SIXTH blogiversary.

Six years. That's like 184 IRL years...

Congratulations, Jeff! Here's wishing you (at least) six more!

That is all.

The Funny Bone of the Law

Murphy details a practical joke played on him by a cop buddy. Which, naturally, got me to thinking about some of the cop jokes I've heard about through my dad. Dad G. is a retired MA state cop, as I've probably mentioned a couple of times. Murph's story reminded me of one of the stories my dad tells about one of the many practical jokes he played as a statie.

He spent time in pretty much every corner of MA during his career with the MSP, and did his last tour at Logan Airport. The overnight shift. When everyone is bleary-eyed and half awake. In the late 1970s, long before we had round-the-clock news or the internet or iPhones or any of the other electronic gadgets that help us pass the time while waiting in unfamiliar venues.

So it's about 3 AM, people are snoozing in the hard plastic "Brady Bunch" chairs, when over the loudspeaker comes a message:
"Attention. Attention. This is God. Tomorrow has been canceled due to lack of interest. Thank you."

It took about 5 - 10 minutes before the phone line lit up with a very upset sergeant telling "those [effing] jokers" that they were NOT to torment the travelers...

That is all.

More New Blogs!

Got a couple more blogs to add to the blogroll...

1. Sabra over at Trailer Park Paradise, if for no other reason than I think that's a cool blog name (oh, and she's crazy nice enough to link here).

and

2. Tim at Coin-O. Gee, a bald gun-nut dad biker. Nope. Don't have a thing in common with HIM. Not to mention he e-mailed me to tell me he added me to his blogroll...

Welcome aboard folks!

Now, go make them feel welcome. Go. Read. I'll expect a three page, single-spaced, double-sided report by tomorrow morning...

That is all.

Better Than Coffee...

It's a little-known fact that George Thorogood's cover of Bo Diddley's "Who Do You Love" has been proven to be more effective at waking up sluggish commuters than a cup of coffee.

Plus it doesn't spill all over the console when you hit a pothole.

(It also didn't hurt that they followed it up with "Nobody's Fault"...)

That is all.

Nope, Nothing To See Here...

Just more rampant cheating for Obama is all...

Supreme Court backs Ohio officials in election dispute

WASHINGTON (CNN) -- The Supreme Court is backing Ohio elections officials in an ongoing dispute over allegations of voter registration fraud.

The justices in an unsigned opinion Friday blocked a lower court order directing the Ohio Secretary of State -- a Democrat -- to update the state's voter registration database after information provided by some newly registered voters did not match up with Social Security and driver registration numbers.


Nope, just the Secretary of State (who happens to be a Democrat) doing her level best to swing the important state of Ohio to Barack Obama. Nothing to see here, just business as usual. Just elected officials betraying the public trust, once again putting party over fairness. Yawn. Nothing big about that, right?

Certainly not as important as bringing one's daughter to work...

(Side note: I think we need to send the World's Most Dangerous Librarian over to keep Mrs. Brunner on the level...)

That is all.

Isn't It Ironic?

Don'tcha think? That the AP found time to investigate Sarah Palin's travel records as governor of Alaska, digging deep into her tax records to discover that she, {GASP} brought her kids with her, and yet fall over themselves ignoring ACORN's rampant voter fraud?

I mean, it's not the media is actively working to help Obama distance himself from ACORN,right?

Oh, wait, they are.

But Sarah Palin brings her kids on a trip as AK governor, or Joe the Plumber misses a mortgage payment, and it's front page news three days running.

Nope, nothing to see here, folks. Just go about your business and let the media professionals choose who's going to be President. Oh, and while you wait, we'll be serving up yet another "story" about how Sarah Palin is unqualified to be Vice President, yet ignore that she's more qualified than Barack Obama...

This is what passes for "news" these days, eh? Go figure.

That is all.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Unusual...

Ever notice when you blow your nose really hard, you can't hold in a fart? I mean a real, loud, nasty-smelling emanation of sulphurous proportions that normally would cause you to clench your sphincter closed so tight you could convert charcoal to diamond?

Nah, me neither.

That is all.

Thanks, Bruce...

After clicking your damn Lego™ link, I now have to raid my gun fund to buy this for my son for Christmas:


You've just gotta admit this is cool...

That is all.

Happy Birthday!

211 years ago, a legend was launched.

1797: Oct. 21 - Although her construction is almost halted by a 1796 peace treaty with Algiers, USS CONSTITUTION is launched-christened by visiting Capt. James Sever using a bottle of Madeira. It is actually the third attempt to launch her; the first was a month earlier, when the ship sticks after moving only 27 feet. Two days later she moves another 31 feet before sticking once again. For the third attempt, workers make the launching ways steeper, which finally enables a successful event. The public, which includes several French aristocrats, is warned beforehand that the launch of such a large ship might cause a dangerously large wave, but none actually materializes during the
event.
Happy 211st, Old Ironsides.

That is all.

Late to the Party

...Again.

Dunno how I managed to miss this, but hells yeah, I'm in:

Are you a Joe? Say it proud. Leave it on every goddamn newspaper comment section and online forum. Let these pressroom and online thugs know you won't stay silent when they try to destroy the life of a private citizen for speaking his mind -- because for every one of them, there are a million Joe Wurzelbachers. And for that we should all be thankful.
I am Joe. Really, actually. (Jay is derived from Joseph). Joe's also my middle name, just like Joe the plumber. I stand with Joe.

I've written about my disgust with the mainstream media over this story already, so I'll spare the extra vitriol.

Others who are Joe: Ted, Lissa, TOTWTYTR, Dirtcrashr, Pistolero, T-bolt, Traction Control, Linoge, JD, and most likely a whole bunch of other folks I'm currently missing (and humbly apologize for the oversight in advance...) (ETA JD, sorry bud!)

That is all.

Dichotomy...

Why is it that whenever someone says "It's not about the money", it inevitably IS all about the money?

Police in Mass. city would get Sept. 11 pay
PEABODY, Mass. (AP) In what may be a first-of-its kind contract provision, police officers in Peabody will receive holiday pay on Sept. 11.

The new four-year contract between the North Shore city and its police union makes the anniversary of the terrorist attacks a paid holiday, with officers receiving time and a quarter for working on the day.

On the news this morning they were running bullet points about this story where the claim was made that it wasn't about the money.

Well, if it's not about the money, then why time and a quarter?

At a time when state budgets are getting slashed and people are concerned about their jobs, their mortgages, and their retirement funds, for the police department to use September 11th as a bargaining chip for an extra day off or bonus pay is beyond the pale. NYPD doesn't get the day off, and they were on the front lines of 9/11, literally. For the officers of Peabody, MA, a small city with, as far as I can tell, no ties to the events of 9/11 to bargain for the day off is simply unconscionable.

That is all.

Monday, October 20, 2008

Random Ramblings...

The infamous Mr. Blackwell, he of the "Worst-Dressed" list, has died.

The list of suspects is 48 pages long.




Colin Powell has endorsed Barack Obama for President.

Does this mean he's no longer the "house slave" of the Bush Administration?




A Worcester, MA representative got to skip a year's worth of his mortgage payments because the bank contributed to his campaign and received dubious assistance.

Curse you, Bush Administration and your nefarious ties to the banking industry!




Another shooting in Dorchester leaves three pre-teens in the hospital; Mumbles blames... Yes, you guessed it, the gun used in the shooting.

Why does a quote from Archie Bunker spring to mind? Would Mumbles feel better if those kids had been pushed out of windows?




That is all.

My Return...

As I mentioned yesterday, I have rejoined the Catholic Church.

Now, don't take this the wrong way. I'm not going to turn into a holy roller; I'm not going to proselytize; I'm not going to beat all of my guns into plows; I'm still going to be the same profane gun nut biker I've always been. But now I've got a Sunday morning commitment. Hell, the gun club's closed until after lunch; might as well do something with the morning, right? And they've got free coffee and donuts, how cool is that?

Kidding aside, this is something that's been in the works for a long time. I've been, well, pretty much an average Catholic - you know the joke:
A priest, a rabbi, and a minister were having coffee one morning and the subject of pest control in the rectory came up. The rabbi complained because he had to have an exterminator come in to rid the temple of mice, and was concerned about having to kill the animals. The minister agreed, noting that they'd recently had to set traps in the food kitchen to stop the infestations.

The priest clucked his tongue and chided his companions. "Gentleman, I implore you to stop these murderous methods. Surely this cannot be G-d's will, killing his creatures like this."

The minister and the rabbi agreed, but argued that they had tried non-lethal methods with no success. They asked the priest how he managed to keep mice out of the rectory without hurting them.

"It's very easy. I baptize and confirm them, and then I only see them at Christmas and Easter."

Well, I was missing even Christmas and Easter.

It was easy to pass on church growing up; my mom had (has) issues with organized religion in general (which she passed on to her son) that stem from her having grown up during the tumultuous days of Vatican II. She watched her fellow high school students, who happened to live in a different archdiocese that had already ratified the new rules, eat meat on Friday without immediately going to hell, and asked her priest why they could eat meat on Friday and she couldn't. His answer was along the "blind faith" lines, as it's hard to explain why, by virtue of mere geography (some 5 miles as the crow flies and a state line), her consumption of meat on Friday would send her to hell but not her friend from NH.

Dad, well, Dad's in the Knights of Columbus but doesn't attend church either. I've never asked him why; I've always been pretty much the same way; content to sleep in on Sundays (in the past; these days I consider sleeping until 7 AM sleeping in), run errands, or lay on the couch watching cartoons with the kids (which is still a damned good use of my time, no matter how many chores I have on the honey-do list...).

There was never much pressure to attend church; I was told I "had to" when I was a child and attended CCD after mass. I never got a satisfactory answer when I asked, "Well, how come you and mom don't go to church?". Sometimes it's easier to say "Because" than to give an answer. And once I was confirmed, I didn't have to go any more. That suited me just fine.

Well, I didn't want that to be the case with my kids. I didn't want to just roar up in front of the church at 9, drop The Boy off for church and Sunday School, and come back two hours later to retrieve him. I wanted him to see that this was something I felt was important for us to do. I wanted him to see his Dad going to church rather than just telling him he had to go.

I wanted my kids to have a religious upbringing that, at the very least, they could use as a springboard for their own spiritual journey. Sure, the path of least resistance would have been to do nothing; to refrain from sending them to church and CCD based on my distrust of organized religion. But I was raised in the Catholic faith; I'm familiar with the doctrine, the prayers, the routines and rituals; and I wanted my children to be brought up at least to adulthood (in the eyes of the church, that is) with knowledge of some form of faith. I chose Roman Catholicism because it's familiar to me.

Well, something funny happened on the way to my impartial, detached "get the chillens some religious learnin'." I started feeling like I wanted to go back. It felt a little weird, really, celebrating Christmas without acknowledging Christ Himself. I found myself wanting to explain the miracle of Resurrection as the basis for our Easter holiday rather than letting the kids think it had something to do with Lagomorphs who magically laid eggs.

You know what the funniest thing was?

When I talked to the usher upon walking into the church, ostensibly to ask where the Sunday School classes were held, I wound up giving the Reader's Digest condensed version of my religious life story - that I'd grown up a Catholic, lapsed for a bit, but was coming back for my kids.

You'd have thought I handed him the winning Powerball ticket.

Something else interesting happened, too. I saw a good number of people that I recognized (interestingly enough, most from Scouting, go figure). All of them were genuinely happy to see me in church; not a single person questioned why they hadn't seen me before. It was surprisingly refreshing to be accepted without question. I would have bet money going in that I'd have to explain myself a dozen times over. As it was, only our Pack Committee Chairman gave me any grief, and even that was just to rib me about my bald head...

The Boy, BTW, sat through his very first mass in such a grown-up, mature manner that my heart was just bursting with pride at his maturity. Sure, towards the end I got the inevitable "is it almost over, Dad?" - but that was literally 5 minutes before the end of mass. He was respectful (for the most part - he is only seven, after all...), paid attention, and when asked afterwards what he thought told me that he enjoyed it.

Now, I'm not going to say that bells rang, a light shone on me and I did cartwheels through the church. I'm certain that a good portion of my son's behavior springs from the novelty as well as the pleasure of having Dad all to himself (I left BabyGirl G at home because there's enough upheaval in The Boy's day to have to put up with his sister competing for Dad's attention; she'll get her chance soon enough). But we'll be back next week, my son and I. I'm going to give this a second shot.

That is all.

1,000...

Holy crap.

I just noticed, when I went to log in this morning, that I had 1,002 posts to my credit. Three of those are drafts that I need to finish at some point (and one of them is from March of last year, so don't hold your breath...).

That means that, once I hit the "Publish Post" button on this post, I will have offered up my one thousandth brain dropping post.

I wish I had something deep and meaningful to say here. However, it's 6:30 in the morning, I've been up for an hour and a half, and I haven't had any coffee yet... I'll settle for saying thanks for reading, and that I hope to continue doing this for several thousand more posts...

That is all.

Know What This Needs? More Gun Control!

Brother of shooting victim Liquarry Jefferson accepts plea deal
A Roxbury teen who admitted today he brought the handgun into his home that killed his 8-year-old brother Liquarry Jefferson last year has accepted a plea deal that keeps him out of state prison for involuntary manslaughter and lying to police.

Instead, Jayquan McConnico, 16, has agreed to remain in the custody of the Department of Youth Services until he turns 21. A concurrent nine-year probation sentence meted out by Boston Juvenile Court Judge Stephen Limon requires him to earn a high school diploma, then secure full-time employment or attend college.

Let's run down the list of charges this young man should have faced:
  • Involuntary manslaughter.
  • Possession of a firearm without a license.
  • Improper storage of a firearm.
  • Possession of ammunition without a license
  • Mandatory year in jail under Bartley-Fox

To say nothing of the fact that he was prohibited from possessing the handgun in question on two separate fronts - he's got a criminal record, so he cannot own the handgun legally under Federal law; and he's not 21, so he could not own the handgun legally under MA law.

Someone, please, tell me what gun control law could have prevented this?

And then, to top it all off, he gets a slap on the wrist for contributing to his own brother's death. Probation? Now, granted, he's in DYS custody for the next five years; however the Federal firearms charges alone (felon in possession) should be sufficient to hold him indefinitely. What kind of time should he have served?

Had he been convicted by a jury, McConnico faced up to 30 years in state prison.

He committed crimes serious enough to warrant 30 years in jail, and yet he'll spend 5 in juvenile detention then be set free. Let that sink in. This is in MA, land of "the toughest gun laws in the nation" where "You're more likely to live here" (presumably due to the tough gun laws).

Unless, of course, you're some poor child living with gangsters. Then you're SOL.

Someone, please, tell me why we should EVER listen to those that would pass more gun laws. Why? If they are not going to prosecute obvious and clear-cut cases when those gun laws are broken, what possible reason could they have for wanting more laws? Could it possibly be that the real intent behind the gun control movement has nothing to do with reducing crimes committed with fireams, but rather on disarming those that are not inclined to commit crimes in the first place?

I've got a hunch I know the answer. And I don't like what it portends.

That is all.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

In Thirty Minutes...

I return to the Church.

Wish me luck.

That is all.

Saturday, October 18, 2008

MArooned 5-Second Movie Review: Live Free or Die Hard

As I just typed in an e-mail to commenter sci-fi, my review of "Live Free or Die Hard" can be summed up in a single sentence:

If you know nothing about guns, computers, or physics, it's not a bad movie.


It's a fun, shut-your-brain-off action movie. LOTS of willing suspension of disbelief. Stunts are over the top, even for the Die Hard franchise - including a drop onto a Harrier jump jet a la "True Lies"... I thought the ending of Die Hard With a Vengeance - where McClane hits a high tension wire with a snubnosed revolver at ~ 200 feet from a moving heliocopter - was hard to swallow. It's pretty believable compared to some of the stuff in LFoDH.

And what's with the scoped sniper machine guns? Those are so "Last Boy Scout"...

That is all.

Why Do I Shoot?

RobertaX started a meme, albeit inadvertently. She asked her readers:

How about you? Why do you shoot? Why do you carry, if you carry at all?


And I instantly realized that trying to distill my reasons and motivations for shooting and carrying into a comment wasn't going to work; it needed to be its own post.

It's two distinct questions requiring two separate and distinct answers. There's obviously some overlap, as a good portion of my shooting revolves (ha! a gun pun) around training with the guns that I carry; however that's not the only reason why I shoot. I also shoot for recreation and relaxation. I'll cover the two aspects separately.




The training aspect is pretty obvious. It's foolhardy to carry a firearm for personal protection if you're not intimately familiar with how that firearm performs under a myriad of circumstances. How quickly can I get the front sight back on target? How accurate can I be shooting rapid-fire? How startled am I going to be at the report? How is the recoil going to affect my shooting? How well does my firearm perform using specialized ammunition?

All of these questions need to be answered in great detail before the gun should be carried.

The very first question, though, that needs to be answered before one makes the decision to get the permit to carry, is "Am I willing to take the life of another human being in the defense of my own?" This is critical. If the answer to this question is anything other than "yes"; if there is any doubt whatsoever as to one's ability to pull the trigger at the critical moment; then re-think the decision to go armed. That pause can kill.

I've got two beautiful children to protect. There is, quite literally, no doubt in my mind that if someone threatens my kids, I will kill them where they stand. Hell, I nearly slugged the priest who baptized my son just because he made my son cry... (I'm fairly certain you go straight to hell, do not pass go, for hitting a priest...) I've also seen the elephant - I've been threatened with deadly force and made the decision to fight before, and that was unarmed.

So, this decision has been made. What to do next? Well, you train. You pick out which firearm works best for you as a carry weapon (right now I'm down to five. No, I'm not kidding) and train, train, train. You practice your draw. You dry-fire. You train with that weapon until it becomes an extension of your very hand. And you shoot it. A lot. You make sure you're proficient with it at across-the-room distances (typically between 7 - 10 yards), although it's never a bad idea to test your accuracy at longer distances from time to time (50 feet - 25 yards).

Two of my carry weapons are revolvers - a shrouded hammer S&W model 38 for pocket carry, and a Chief's Special .357 magnum S&W 360PD - these are slightly less finicky about ammo than the semi-automatics, so I spend more time shooting the pistols than the wheelguns. However, even at that, it's still a good idea to pick up a J-frame and bring it to the range every now and again... The snubbie is a very difficult handgun to master, and requires specialized attention compared to a larger revolver (I have Hogue bantam Monogrips on both J-frames for easier concealment, which means the grip is different than for the larger guns, for one example).

The other three carry weapons are semi-automatic pistols - the Kel Tec P3AT 380, the S&W SW99compact 9mm, and the Glock G30 45 ACP. All three are routinely shot with FMJ ammo as well as the JHP that I rely on for protection; all three weapons will load, feed, and fire all ammo reliably (not a single FTF on any gun yet; the SW99C has shot literally thousands of rounds). For the semi-automatics, it's important to gauge the trigger reset; to retain the proper grip so as to avoid "limp-wristing" which can lead to failures to load; and other minuscule differences over the revolvers. I try to mix up my defensive shooting drills to include at least one revolver and one semi-auto whenever possible.




Training for self-defense isn't fun, though. You're shooting at a paper target that, for all intents and purposes, represents another human being.

You're training to kill.

And that's a sobering thought. Yes, I know; we're shooting to "stop the threat", and that's all that ever need said should the fecal matter impact the oscillating air control device. But what's more stopped than dead? You are training to put your shots into an area that will cause the most damage in the quickest amount of time - center of mass - so that your attacker will be sufficiently debilitated that he cannot continue his aggression.

Like I said, not fun.

What is fun, though, is an afternoon spent shooting orange clays on the 25 yard berm with a good friend. Taking a $50 pump-action .22LR caliber rifle, loading it up with cheap .22 ammo out of a bulk box from Wal-Mart, and handing it to a new shooter to get them hooked? Pure bliss. Blasting the holy hell out of a keyboard with a 12 gauge shotgun loaded with birdshot? Oh hell yeah, that's a good time right there. We won't even get into the zen-like experience of redneck trap...

There's a lot of fun to be had while shooting.

And it's not just the actual sending downrange of lead - the camaraderie at the range is second-to-none. I've had complete strangers offer me their finely-tuned, highly-expensive race guns to shoot simply because I complimented their choice of firearm. I've met some of the greatest people through my shooting experience, and any attempt to list them all would fall short. Suffice to say, the shooting community is extremely gracious, giving, and caring. Certainly not the knuckle-dragging neanderthals we're painted as in the media, but I digress...

Inasmuch as shooting is fun, for me it's also a form of relaxation. I enjoy going to the gun club for the afternoon and spending a leisurely hour or two on the rifle range sighting in a new scope, or testing out new ammo, or just seeing if I can possibly shrink my grouping a little more. I'll go to the pistol range and blast away with a .357 Magnum or .45 ACP or hot 9mm loads when the stress of the workweek has me knotted up with tension.

And every single time, I get into the truck after a session at the range feeling calm, serene, and definitively unstressed...

As I've put it: "It's impossible to be stressed out when you're shooting a Magnum caliber handgun." I've said it half-kidding, but really, it's true. You can't be tense when you're sending 158 grains of .357 Magnum goodness downrange at 1300 FPS... I've explained it to Mrs. G as "this is my therapy". It's a hobby, yes. It's a dedication that could potentially save my life, yes. But, really, in the grand scheme of things, I shoot mainly because it relaxes me and gives me an outlet for stress relief. And it's a lot of fun.

And that's what it's all about, really.

That is all.