Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Idea!

Bandying about ideas on how to fix the political process in Gun Nuts chat, I came up with the following idea:
Each politician should have to wear a suit with his major donors like NASCAR racers

Think about it. Think about how it might change perceptives to know that Politician A supports Cause X... And just happens to have Business B who is a major benefactor of Cause X money...

That is all.

Don't Forget!

Gun Nuts is tonight! Tonight's show promises to be another excellent episode, with Breda and Caleb discussing what's right with America as a bookend to last week's show... Join our intrepid hosts at 9:00 PM EST for the "fastest hour on the internet"!

Tune in! Call in! Chat in!

That is all.

Magic...

You want magic? Show one of these to a six year old:

How'd That Get There, Daddy?


Sitting at the dinner table last night, it started pouring, even though the sun was shining brightly. Not wanting to miss a golden opportunity, I grabbed BabyGirl G. and brought her to the farmer's porch in front of the house (the back of the house faces west). We were greeted with the faint rainbow seen above, and I got to see the biggest smile of the day quickly spreading across my daughter's face. A rainbow! In our front yard!

"Can we look for the pot of gold, daddy?"

You bet, sweetie. You bet.

That is all.

BOHICAA*

*Bend Over, Here It Comes Again, Again...

Patrick hints at hike in gas tax
Governor Deval Patrick signed a budget yesterday that imposes more than $1 billion in additional taxes on Massachusetts residents and visitors, most of it through the first increase in the state sales tax in 33 years, even as he declined to rule out a future boost in the state gas tax.

Patrick, whose earlier proposal for a 19-cent-per-gallon increase in the gasoline tax was largely ignored by the Legislature, continued to make the case yesterday that the tax could be necessary to put the state’s transportation network on sounder financial footing.
Got that? $1 billion in new taxes isn't enough to feed the Leviathan. We need more, more, more. The state's appetite for your tax dollars is a ravenous glutton, one that can never be sated by a mere sales tax alone. We were sold a false bill of goods: Support the sales tax increase and the tolls/gas tax won't go up. Only the ink wasn't even dry on the sales tax increase (New Hampshire, you're welcome BTW) when the talk of increasing the tax on gasoline (you know, what we use to drive to New Hampshire to avoid the sales tax) started.

The article is accompanied by this picture:

Is it just me, or does that man have a lot of tax-signin' pens on his desk?

That is all.

Northeast Blogger Shoot, Summer Edition Update...

Second Annual Northeast Blogger Shoot Meet & Shootin' Spectacular!!! UPDATE (intial post here)...

Okay, we have a rudimentary attendees list. We have a location. What we really need to do, post haste, is nail down a date. Our esteemed host needs time to prepare the facilities, so the more notice we can give the better off we are.


Here are the specifics so far:

Date: TO BE DETERMINED - Suggest either Sunday August 2nd or 9th. Other weekends are either too close or have other commitments.

Time: Tentatively starting at 10:00 AM and going until we're kicked out (typically before 5 PM)

Location: Doubletrouble's sooper seekrit range, the location of which is highly classified.

Attendees:
doubletrouble
JD
Andrew
Borepatch
Marko
Lissa
weer'd beard
zeeke42
MedicMatthew

Possible:
ZerCool
brad_in_ma
Paul
mopar
wally
David
Bennett


Okay, so we need to finalize the date and firm up the attendees list, and we'll have ourselves a Northeast Blogshoot! Yeeeee-HA! Why should the Hoosiers have all the fun?

That is all.

Monday, June 29, 2009

Stuck in the '60s...

Last week Tam linked to the latest in cool retro tech, a cell phone packed inside a retro-1960s rotary phone housing. The rotary phone housing looked oddly familiar to me, and it dawned on me: I haz one.

Old School


Yes, that is an actual, honest-to-goodness "BELL SYSTEMS PROPERTY" rotary phone from 1968 (in the comments to Tam's post, I had erroneously stated that I thought the phone was older). I retrieved this from my grandmother's house when she passed in 2002; it had been sitting in the garage for about 20 years. It replaced a much older rotary phone in the late '60s or early 70s, a concession to my grandfather's advancing age and hearing loss - there's an adjustable volume control in the handset.

1960s state of the art, baby!

One of these days I'm going to drive my nerd butt down to Radio Shack and get the adapters needed to convert this to a standard house jack. I don't know if it would be easier to find a converter and put one of the four-pronged plugs on the end (remember those? Weren't those the damnedest things ever?) and then get the adaptor to a standard plug.

And then I'm gonna call every single automated voice-mail hell-customer service number I can think of, because I've got a rotary phone, beeyotch!

Heh. That is all.

Stupid Stunt, Or Ominous Omen?

God, Firearms and America Come Together at a Church in Kentucky
LOUISVILLE, Ky. — Some of those seated in the pews of New Bethel Church here Saturday night, their firearms tucked to their sides, saw themselves as modern-day pioneers.

“This country started by people gathering together in churches and complaining about taxation and about their current government, King George III, taking armaments that they had,” said Chesley Kemp, 61, a family doctor with his Kimber .45 Auto at his side.

Tell me this story doesn't have all the elements needed for a scare piece to frightened the pants off the blue-state nanny worshippers?

Guns? Check.
Religion? Check.
Southern state? Check.

I mean, hell, the only way this could get better would be if they left the church to go protest stem cell research...

I'm conflicted, here. On the one hand, I heartily endorse the sentiments espoused with this plan - we the people have, for far too long, had our rights summarily yanked out from under us, and it's about damned time we stood up and said "ENOUGH". We, the law-abiding gun owning community, are not the problem. We commit crimes in numbers far below the general population, yet we are the first group to be suspected of any and all crimes under the sun. We're barred from bars, schools, and places of worship; and in this one case, someone has stood up for us.

This is exactly the kind of thing we should emulate and support.

However... Denying that this sort of event doesn't hand a PR coup on a silver platter to the anti-gun forces is counter-productive. As we've seen over and over again when it comes to the gun control issue, actual honest-to-goodness FACTS don't matter - it's the raw emotions and feelings that result in us losing rights. Handing the forces of evil (Bradys, HCI, etc.) a church-based gun-lovin' support group in Kentucky is a Christmas Winter Solstice present tied up with a bright red (recycled material) bow.

This is the kind of thing they serve on a platter to scare the ever-lovin' snot out of those who support gun control. This is the equivalent of a long-haired hippie smoking pot and burning the American flag to the right. It's the proverbial red flag that's going to open the wallets, pocketbooks, and murses of the elite to rake in donations to the anti-gun groups. I'm not saying that we shouldn't hold these types of events out of fear of how they look; I'd just rather see something like the Chicago Appleseed event given 1/10th as much attention...

That is all.

Link sent by reader, good friend, and all-round good egg brad_in_ma. Thanks Brad!

Breaking News!

Billy Mays, OxiClean pitchman, found dead

(CNN) -- Infomercial pitchman Billy Mays died at his Tampa, Florida, home Sunday morning, authorities told CNN.

The 50-year-old known for his shouting OxiClean ads was pronounced dead at 7:45 a.m. The Hillsborough County medical examiner will perform an autopsy, Tampa police Lt. Brian Dugan said.
News reports claim that he may have suffered a bump on his head from a rough landing that may or may not have have contributed to his demise. Since there is trauma, police cannot rule out foul play. Given the nature of Mays' TV pitchwork, a police spokeperson called a conference to ask for assistance in ruling out foul play.

Police have little to go on - the list of potential suspects is approximately 300 million names long...

That is all.

Caliber Wars...


Not to thrown fuel on the "9mm vs. .45 ACP" fire, but... Somewhere along the line, someone asked for a comparison of 9mm and .45 ACP (with .22LR thrown in for scale). I decided to expand this somewhat into a discussion of caliber, bullet construction, and stopping power. The whole 9mm vs. .45 ACP debate is a hotly contested one that typically pits Glock fanbois against 1911 fanbois, with the Glockophiles favoring their high-capacity wünder-nines and the Coltaholics worshiping on the altar of big bore goodness.

So who's right?

The answer is: They both are. What caliber to chose for personal protection is an inherently, well, personal one. Perhaps you're most comfortable with a 1911. Maybe you crave the simplicity of a revolver. If budgetary concerns are preventing you from practicing, perhaps a 9mm sidearm would be best. With modern ammunition, most calibers will work fine for their intended purpose - stopping a goblin from attempting to cause you harm.



But let's widen the focus. Let's start with one of the smallest rounds out there, the simple .22LR rimfire. Few consider this a serious contender for a self-defense round (your humble host included), as it doesn't deliver sufficient punch to take down an attacker in the vast majority of instances. Stopping the attack is obviously the most important consideration in a self-defense scenario, and the little rimfire just doesn't have the force for the job.

This doesn't mean it should never be used, however. Some folks can't - or won't - shoot larger calibers. In this instance, the .22LR may mean the difference between going without and being armed. It's also the cheapest round to shoot by an order of magnitude - with bulk packs of 550 rounds selling for ~ $15 (~ $0.03/round), it's far cheaper than even the cheapest 9mm ammo ($30/100 rounds, or $0.30/round). That's a lot of shooting - for the same money, you can have 1,100 rounds of .22LR or 100 rounds of 9mm FMJ.




Intermediate calibers like .32 ACP, .380 ACP, or .38 Special also have their place in the defensive caliber pantheon. Guns chambered in these calibers, such as the Kel-Tec P3AT, the Smith & Wesson J-frame, or the Seecamp LWS 32, are the most concealable defensive arms available. Stopping power using conventional ammo with jacketed hollowpoints is decent; combining a small firearm you're more likely to have on your person with a decent stopper yields an excellent defensive arm.

The tradeoff, of course, is that these are guns that require training and practice. The shorter barrels mean a tradeoff in accuracy, as the reduced sight radius (the distance between the front sight and the rear) makes it harder to shoot with precision. It's certainly not impossible - these guns are only marginally less accurate than their longer-barreled counterparts - but shooting them well requires a significant commitment and expense.




Larger calibers - starting with +P 9mm up through .45 ACP - offer the best stopping power in a handgun. These calibers are shown time and time again to offer the highest percentages of stops (including what some have termed the "mythical 'single shot stop'"...), as they offer the best combination of velocity for penetration and bullet size for wound channel creation (simply put, the larger the wound channel, the greater the shock and therefore greater likelihood of stopping).

These guns tend to either be on the larger side - most 1911s, the super-high-capacity 9mms, etc. - or particularly brutish to shoot - the airweight .357 Magnums or the pocket .45 ACPs. They're quite often less expensive than the intermediate calibers, which means more shooting is possible; however a 12 ounce .357 Magnum is unlikely to see a terrific amount of range time.



Life is full of trade-offs - defensive arm weight, recoil, and cost of ammo all need to be factored into the equation before one choses a defensive arm.

Bottom line is, choose what works best for you. If you aren't going to carry the gun, it doesn't matter what caliber you choose. If you can't afford ammo, or find it anywhere, then you can't practice with your defensive arm. Personally, I opt for one of three calibers:

Carry Ammo

That's a 158 grain .357 Magnum, a 95 grain .380 ACP +P, and a 230 grain .45 ACP, all jacketed hollowpoints. These fill, respectively, the Snubbie from Hell, the P3AT, and the G30. All are (or were, given the past six months or so) readily available and affordable for practice; all feed reliably in their intended arms. I'm more comfortable relying on the .357 Magnum or .45 ACP for self-defense, but the .380 ACP will do in a pinch in a package that's small enough to take anywhere.

So what's your favorite/preferred caliber for self-defense?

That is all.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Sunday Afternoon Hair Metal...

Heh. Dunno why this one jumped out at me, but it did...



Scorps. Gotta love 'em...

That is all.

UnPossible!

3 killed in pizzeria shooting outside Los Angeles
PICO RIVERA, Calif. — Authorities in the Los Angeles area say three people have been killed and seven others injured in a drive-by shooting outside a pizza restaurant where a motorcycle group was hosting an event.

Los Angeles County sheriff's Deputy Keith Ho says 10 people gathered in the parking lot of the restaurant in Pico Rivera were shot at from a moving vehicle Saturday evening.
How could this happen? According to the Brady Campaign, California has the highest ranking of all 50 states for gun laws. There should be essentially no gun violence in the state of California, what with their state license required, "universal" background check (I assume this is separate from the NICS check, as other states get a 0 for not having it), one-handgun-a-month law, etc. yielding a score of 79 out of 100 for 2008 (MA got a 54, NJ got a 63, and NY a 51).

Why, it's almost like all the gun control in the world is meaningless without effective criminal control! Go figure.

That is all.

Amazing...

Friday night we went down to my mother-in-law's for a family dinner. My wife's aunt (her mother's sister) was in from CA, and everyone gathered at my in-laws' house for Chinese food. The three daughters were there, along with all the kids - our two, the middle sister's toddler (2½ years), and the youngest sisters' infant (2 months). It was kind of a child "Stages of Man"...

Holding the infant, it surprised me how quickly it all came back. It's been six years since I held my infant daughter, and the intervening years haven't offered much opportunity to hold babies, yet it was as natural as the day my daughter was born. I even managed to calm him down from fussing, rock him to sleep, and transition him to a bouncy chair so I could have dinner!

That's the funny thing about being a parent. You can't - or shouldn't - just turn it off; it's something that's ingrained deep in your consciousness, like how to ride a bike or the words to the "Brady Bunch" intro. We're done, happy with the two we have and with no desire to be outnumbered; yet the "new baby smell" is intoxicating. There's little on this planet more beautiful than a sleeping newborn baby; there's pure, undiluted bliss in a baby's smile.

There is something to be said, though, for handing the baby back to his mommy when he fills the ol' diaper, though...

That is all.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Carpe Diem...

Oof. What a day...

  • Breakfast (pancakes, eggs, and Canadian bacon) prepared, cooked, and served to my wife's aunt & her husband visiting from CA.
  • Lawn subdued, tamed, trimmed, and raked - it had been about three weeks since it was last mowed, because it's been raining all weekend every weekend since we got back from FLA
  • Camper has two new tires installed. At some point last year I either hit a curb or a pothole that took a chunk out of the sidewall of one of the tires. That tire was turned into the spare, as it still held air but I just didn't trust it. Later, a roofing nail punctured another tire (which I discovered the day before we left for our weeklong trip, of course). The patch didn't hold - the hole was too big - so that tire needed to be replaced as well.
  • Errands run - we have a Christening gift for my newest nephew, and TheBoy has some new books to read. We passed by a bookstore in the mall when we were going to get the nephew's gift (a silver bank shaped like a train with his name engraved on it, if you must know), and we just about fell over ourselves when he asked if we could go in and he could get a book. Plus I picked up my first Terry Pratchett novel...
  • Dinner out, followed by ice cream at the local shop. Nom nom nom.

This day wasn't just seized, it was wrestled to the ground and choked into submission...

That is all.

More Eee Blogging...

Heh. Casa del G. has been invaded by Mrs. G.'s relatives. TheBoy, Wotan-bless him, asked to be excused from breakfast to watch TV. He was excused (lucky child), then came back downstairs a few minutes later complaining that he couldn't find the remote. Naturally, I jumped at the chance to escape help out.

And juuuuust happened to snag the little case the Eee lives in when not in use...

So right now I'm blogging from the safety of my bedroom, far away from our "guests"... I've got coffee, the internets, and The Penguins of Madagascar playing in the background. I may never leave... Well, at least until the battery starts to run low...

That is all.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Blogroll Updates...

Got some long overdue blogroll maintenance to take care of. Heck, I haven't even added the good folks I met in Orlando [hands head in shame]. I've also found a few new blogs to add and need to update the others...



As always, we'll start with the new blogs:

1. I Am McThag. Hmmm. Shaved head. Goatee. Likes guns and Corvettes. I think I may have to have a talk with Dad G. about trips he may have taken to Florida, 'cuz I think I have a brother from another mother here...

2. The Reluctant Paladin. Tagline says "Guns, Motorcycles, Photography, and Adventures off the Beaten Path". Interesting that there are so many gunnies who ride. Or is it bikers who own guns?

3. Misfit in New Jersey. Hmm. Conservative. Trapped in a liberal state. Where have I heard that song before? It's nice to know I'm not the only guy trapped behind enemy lines...

Welcome aboard everyone!



For updates, please note that Sharp as a Marble, West, By God, and Listen to Uncle Jay have been moved to the "Bloggers I've Met" section after the FLA blogmeet. Thanks again for meeting with me in the shadow of Mickey, everyone. Hope we can do this again!



Lastly, a reprise of my standard blogroll caveat: Folks, I run a reciprocal blogroll here at MArooned. If you like what you read here enough to add me to your blogroll, please let me know so I can return the linky-love. Shoot me an e-mail (in profile), leave a comment, give me a holler on gchat (jayg71), look me up on Facebook, etc. Just let me know!

That is all.

Friday Fun Thread: Cars in Song!

Today's Top Ten list was inspired... I was listening to a CD, and the Ramones' "Rock 'N' Roll High School" came on the rotation. Listening to the lyrics, I heard "...cruising around/in my GTO" and realized what today's list had to be:

The Top Ten Cars Mentioned in Songs!

1. Ford Mustang. From Wilson Pickett to T. Rex to Vanilla Ice, the Ford Mustang has been a perennial crowd pleaser in popular music. From Mustang Sally needing to slow her Mustang down to "Rollin', in my five-point-oh", the blue oval's original pony car has been a favorite. Models of interest would be the original 1964½ and the mid 1980s.

2. (Pink) Cadillac. Ah, yes. Bruce Springsteen's homage to the monster of all monsters, the Cadillac. Cadillacs have been featured in everything from Commander Cody's "Hot Rod Lincoln" to the Nash Rambler to Arethra's Freeway of Love. Everyone loves a Caddy. Models of interest would be the 1959 and/or mid-late 1960s.

3. Pontiac GTO. From the aforementioned "Rock 'N' Roll High School" to the self-titled "Little GTO", the GTO (Bonus question: what does GTO stand for? And no, it doesn't stand for Gas, Tires, and Oil...) has also appeared in a bunch of songs. Models of interest would be the 1964 and 1970.

4. XKE Jaguar. You won't come back from Dead Man's Curve... "And then I saw the Jag slide into the curve". Only in song would an American car defeat an XKE Jaguar... The three series of XKEs were pretty interchangeable, and the model itself was only made from '61 - '75.

5. Ford Thunderbird. What is it about the T-bird that has so captured the music industry? There's songs about having fun until her daddy takes the T-bird away, about Silver Thunderbirds, and. Heck, there's even a group called the Fabulous Thunderbirds. Models of interest would be 1955, early 196os, and possibly late 1970s.

6. Plymouth Barracuda. Yeah, I know Heart had the sea predator in mind when they penned "Barracuda", but just try not to think of a vintage Plum-crazy purple Plymouth Barracuda when you hear that song... Models of interest would be either the early 1960s or the 1970 in Plum-Crazy purple...

7. 1957 Chevy. Ah yes, Rapid Roy that stock car boy... There's also Bob Seger's '60 Chevy, seeing the USA in your Chevrolet, the Chevy taken to the levee... The ubiquitous Chevrolet has ingrained itself into the American psyche as well as her music. Models would be the 1957 Bel Air, 1960s Impala, or a Chevy pickup...

8. (Little Red) Corvette. Only Prince could take an American icon like the Corvette and make it seem, well, dirty... The song came out in 1983, so it was most likely a C3 model (1970s) but could have been a C4 (1984)

9. (Bitchin') Camaro. Driven up from Jamaica, yo. The Dead Milkmen's Bitchin' Camaro makes the list out of nostalgia; I was a big fan of punk in the early 1980s, and I wanted a Camaro in the very worst way... Models would be either a late 1970s or an early 1980s, as the song came out in 1984, two years after the crossover to the third generation body style.

10. Mercury (any, but especially the one everyone's crazy about). Best guess would be a chopped & channeled 1950s vintage a la the car in "Cobra". Given that Mercury's been pretty bland since the 1970s-era Cougar, I'd surmise that it's the older cars that gather the attention.


So there we have the Top Ten Cars in Song list. This is a little broader than previous lists, and I'm certain that I've missed a whole slew of both cars and songs, so feel free to add what I've missed and maybe we'll have another list!

That is all.

Quelle Coincidence!

Wow. We lost Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson on the same day. Coming on the heels of Ed McMahon's passing, it looks like we've had our celebrity death trio (i.e. "these things happen in threes") for the time being. It's odd to see the three so close together, though. But Farrah Fawcett, 1970s sex symbol, and Michael Jackson, pop icon, passing away in the same 24 hour stretch...

How weird is it that two famous white women died on the same day?

That is all.

Friday Gun Pr0n #117

Today's gun pic was partly inspired by a conversation over at Gunblogger Conspiracy (Go. Chat. It's where the cool folks play). The topic of scatterguns came up, and folks were lamenting that they wished 16 gauge would see a resurgence in popularity so that there would be more ammo available.

I inherited a number of shotguns from my grandfather when he passed, and a good number of those were 16 gauge. I couldn't remember exactly how many, so I went up to the armory to take inventory (for those curious, there are six 16 gauge shotguns in the G. armory: Two semis, three pumps, and one side-by-side).

As I counted, I came across this beauty:

Winchester Model 1400

The 1400 had a relatively short run from 1964 to 1994. This particular gun is a semi-automatic 16 gauge shotgun chambered for 2¾" shells. The general consensus on the 1400 is that they're not quite as nice as the Remington 1100, but generally a solid semi-auto shotgun that can be had for cheap money.

I just wish 16 gauge ammo wasn't rarer than hen's teeth so I could put this fine shotgun through its paces...

That is all.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Uh, Blogger?

That "Schedule Post" feature? The one that's no longer functional? It was really cool. I liked it a lot. Could we please look into fixing it so that it actually, you know, WORKS? Like, ideally in time for my next vacation...

Kthanxbai!

That is all.

Happy Blogiversary!

What kind of blogfather would I be if I didn't pimp the first blogiversary of one of my blogchildren? Borepatch has been doin' the blogging thing for a whole year now, 365 days of snarky, internet security based goodness.

And no, the linkage has nothing to do with him saying nice things about your humble host:
My Blogfather JayG, who not only was the prime mover getting me to start this little corner of Al Gore's Intarwebz, but who has been insanely generous with his time, advice, and range time. Jay, you already know how much I appreciate all you've done, but I wanted to say it anyway.
Awww, shucks. I'm only too happy to help. Besides, we need to get together to fling lead soon. Besides the 2nd Annual NE Blogshoot, that is...

Go. Wish Ted well. Congratulate him on sticking it out a whole year...

That is all.

A Glimmer of Hope?

Boy’s beating pushes pols to support death penalty
Lawmakers shocked by the brutal beating of little Nathaniel Turner allegedly at the hands of his father are pushing anew for the death penalty as the only punishment that fits the sickening crime.

“The way that boy was beaten and tortured, it’s unconscionable. It’s deplorable,” said House Rule Chairman John J. Binienda (D-Worcester). “I would definitely vote for that.”

If you've committed a crime that's so heinous a Massachusetts Democrat will support the death penalty, you're pretty well screwed.

I'll comment on the crime only tangentially, as anything I might say isn't going to be terribly coherent. There's a special section of hell reserved for people like this; I can only hope that when this sack of excrement meets his Maker and faces his eternal reward that they give him a particularly toasty section... There is no excuse for beating a child - none. Corporal punishment has its time and place, but when it crosses the line into battery, that's not discipline. It's just thuggery.

This part really surprised me:
[Speaker of the House Robert] DeLeo, who has supported the death penalty in votes taken on the House floor, declined to comment last night. Other members of his leadership team, including Majority Leader James Vallee (D-Franklin) and assistant majority leader Ronald Mariano (D-Quincy) have also backed the death penalty in previous votes.

Given that every attempt to reinstate the death penalty has failed, the MA Supreme Court formally ruled it illegal in 1984, and our sitting governor (Cadillac Deval) opposes it, I'm not holding my breath for this getting any traction. I'm also not particularly comfortable with using a horrific tragedy that's a statistical aberration as a basis for making landmark legal decisions. For some reason I can't put my finger on, I have a visceral dislike of this tactic...

Something about dogs, lying down with, and fleas...

That is all.

Fantasy Thought Exercise...

Okay, so I mentioned really digging Monster Hunter International... Not to give anything away in the story, but it did give me an idea for an interesting thought exercise. There's a scene towards the end where the Forces of Evil™ are gathering and the Big Climactic Battle Scene at the End of the Book is brewing. This is going to be the holy mother of all battles, with Our Heroes not likely to survive their encounter with the Forces of Evil™.

So here's the thought question, split into two parts: You're one of the Big Heroes at the End the Book. You're preparing for the Battle Grande with the Forces of Evil™. What firepower are you going to bring with you? Part A: The Sky's the limit - personal weaponry only, but everything goes. Full auto, suppressed, SBR, what have you. Part B: Your personal armory/what you can easily get ahold of.


Part A. The Sky's the Limit.

Of course, an M203 Grenade launcher (with grenade bandolier, natch) mounted to an M4 would be the first weapon of choice, engaging the Forces of Evil™ at distance. For a main firearm, though, there's little reason to opt for anything less than belt-fed. Sure, an M240 would be cumbersome and somewhat hard to haul around, but 600 rounds of 7.62X51mm is going to put the hurt on the Forces of Evil™ something fierce. Once empty, the aforementioned M4 with beta-mags and a micro-Uzi.

For handheld weapons, it'd have to be a G21 with spare 15 round mags, a Colt Anaconda, and the Smith & Wesson 360PD as the last-ditch BUG. Add in a true katana and wakisashi and a Ka-Bar for edged weaponry, and the battle she shall be on. Oh, and one last thing... When the guns are empty; when the blades have shattered and the Forces of Evil™ close in, one last surprise...



Part B. The G. armory.

This is an easier list to compile. The main arm would be the Bushmaster with all those magazines loaded and the ITM AK clone for backup. The Mossberg 590 loaded with slugs (and bayonet fixed, of course) would round out the long guns, but if I could spare one more, the Turk Mauser (again, with bayonet affixed) would be a hard-hitting long-range option.

Handguns would also be straightforward. The G30 with 15 round G21 magazines would be the primary handgun after the longarms are exhausted. The S&W Model 629 provides long(er) range big bore goodness. And the Snubbie from Hell™ would be the last-ditch BUG. For edged weaponry, the United Cutlery bowie and the bat'leth. Yes. My last moments on this earth fighting the dreaded minions of evil would employ a fictional weapon with a very real edge (I would sharpen it for the battle; it is currently non-edged).


So... What makes your lists?

That is all.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

DGC Is Legal!

Because we have #21!

Suspect killed in south Nashville home invasion
NASHVILLE, Tenn. - One person was killed and a second injured during a home invasion early Wednesday morning in south Nashville.

According to police, the invasion happened around 2 a.m. on Moss Landing Drive in Antioch. Police said two suspects were waiting outside when two residents arrived home. The suspects forced the residents inside and held them at gunpoint.

At one point there was a struggle for the gun and that is when police said the suspect was shot and killed and one of the residents was wounded.

Remember folks, don't rely on a gun for self-defense, because the bad guys will only take it away from you and- oh, never mind... There are rumors that the two groups may have been connected (i.e. drug deal gone wrong), but for now, I'll leave it as a suitable DG...

Dead Goblin Count: 21.

That is all.

Ciao Bella...

Ah, those crazy Italians...

Berlusconi denies paying prostitutes
ROME, Italy (CNN) — Italian Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi denies allegations that he paid prostitutes to attend parties he hosted at his various homes.

In an interview with Italian magazine Chi, the 72-year old denied he had ever paid for sex.
Right off the bat he's lying. He's been married - he's paid for sex before. Most likely dearly...

I love his defense against the charges of soliciting prostitution:

“I’ve never paid a woman. I never understood where the satisfaction is when you’re missing the pleasure of conquest”

Now that's Italian!

That is all.

Obligatory Cute Kid Pic...

Just because it's been a couple of weeks since I posted a cute kid pic, here's Baby Girl G. imitating a teenager:

Sweet Sixteen's in Less than 10 Years, Daddy


She got a portable CD player at her birthday party this past weekend. After much cajoling and wheedling, we got it up and running for her, complete with the "party mix" CD that I put together to play at her party (hoo, boy, that was a good one...). I came home from work today to be greeted by this sight, and it was just too cute not to share.

All she needs is a cellphone glued to her ear and I've got a vision of the not-distant-enough future...

That is all.

Stupid Gunnie Tricks...

I forget how it came up, whether it was in chat with somebody or in Gunblogger Conspiracy, but somehow the topic of pet peeves came up... Naturally, this got me to thinking (always a dicey proposition). Gunnie Pet Peeves! What are the stupid/silly/inane things that fellow gunnies do that make you shake your head in amazement? Here are some of mine:


  • The super-tacticool dude who has all the latest gadgets, attends all the courses, extolls the latest training techniques, etc. - and is morbidly obese and sweats while brushing his teeth. Look, your odds of dropping dead from a massive coronary are several orders of magnitude greater than your odds of getting into a gunfight. The best thing you can do to improve your odds of surviving is to put down the tactical Twinkie...

  • Guys who live and die by long range shooting. Now, don't get me wrong. If you want to outfit a serious rifle with top-shelf glass so that you can put a ½ MOA group up at 600 yards, power to you. That takes incredible discipline and dedication to reach that level of shooting, and I applaud your hard work getting there. Just don't give me shit about zeroing my 4X scope at 50 yards. Look, I don't hunt. The odds of me using my rifle at anything greater than 50 yards is awfully remote. I just don't see much practical reason to spend a ton of money on braggin' rights.

  • The insistence on short barreled rifles for inside-the-home defense. Now, don't get me wrong. "Because I want one", "Because it's cool", or "Because I can" are all perfectly valid reasons for wanting to drop the money on the stamp for an SBR. Claiming it's the be-all, end-all for home defense, though, is a little on the silly side - if it's a pistol caliber, you're losing all the advantages over a handgun, and if it's a rifle, you're sacrificing accuracy for the sake of a really bright muzzle flash. Don't rationalize that $200 stamp as necessary for your home defense needs.

  • The whole "train like you fight" mentality taken to the extreme. Shooting without hearing protection "because you won't have time for ears when the bad guys kick in your door"; the whole "standing on the live range so you know what it's like to have bullets going by you"; basically, anything that throws common sense, the four rules, or proper shooting etiquette out the window in favor of "realism". Look, the odds of getting in a firefight are astonishingly low. The odds of serious hearing damage is pretty much 100%...

  • Insisting on only owning guns chambered in "military" calibers so that you "have a supply of ammo when TSHTF". Look, sparky, it's always a good idea to have a firearm or two that takes common ammunition. That's just plain sense - the major ammo manufacturers will have the most of whatever they sell the most of, and ammo that gets used by the Armed Forces will always be in demand. But honestly thinking that there's going to be some sort of SHTF scenario where you and your AR will be out roaming the street taking mags off of fallen soldiers is just a little too "out there" for my liking...

  • Shooters that base a gunnie's worth on their ability to shoot tight groups. Not all of us have the time and/or money to send hundreds of rounds downrange two or three times a week. If you do, and your level of proficiency makes Jerry Miculek go "DAMN!", that's awesome. I'm envious of your dedication to the sport. But please, don't look down your nose at me because my shots go low and right, or high and left, or somewhere other than the X-ring. Would I love to put all 10 shots in a tight circle you could cover with a half-dollar? Hell yes. Do I think you're any less of a gunnie because you can't shoot at my level? Hell no.

  • UPDATE: Just thought of another one: Anyone that honestly buys into the whole "9mm vs. .45ACP"/"Glock vs. 1911"/"AK vs. AR"/"Revolver vs. semi-auto"/"S&W vs. Colt vs. Ruger" nonsense. Sure, it's fun to argue in favor of/against your favorite/non-favorite gun/caliber/action, but in the end, it's all good. The only bad gun is one that doesn't work for you. Otherwise, it's all gravy.



So there are some of my gunnie pet peeves. What are yours?

That is all.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

If It's Tuesday, It Must Be...

Gun Nuts!

Caleb and Breda - fresh from the Indy blogmeet (jealous!) - have what promises to be a kick-ass Gun Nuts tonight. Of course, many (your humble host included) would argue that every Gun Nuts is kick-ass. But tonight's show looks like it might be even more kick-ass than normal.

Tune in. Play with us in chat. Make copious amounts of fun of astroturf groups whose sole purpose is to lend "credibility" to virulent anti-gun politicians...

That is all.

ENOUGH!

If I never hear another fucking word about "Jon & Kate + 8" I will die a VERY happy man.

That is all.

Who Will Deliver the Giant Checks Now?

Ed McMahon dies at 86

(CNN) -- Ed McMahon, the longtime pitchman and Johnny Carson sidekick whose "Heeeeeeerre's Johnny!" became a part of the vernacular, has died.

McMahon passed away peacefully shortly after midnight at the Ronald Reagan/UCLA Medical Center, his publicist, Howard Bragman, said Tuesday
Rest in Peace, Ed. Obviously your liver - the butt of much of Johnny's ribbing - wasn't in as bad of a shape as we thought. Either that, or you were already pickled and that's what kept you alive so long...

Semper Fi, Colonel McMahon.

That is all.

We Need Some of This...

Mystery solved: South Carolina governor taking a hike
WASHINGTON (CNN) -- A mystery surrounding the whereabouts of South Carolina Gov. Mark Sanford was apparently solved late Monday when a Sanford spokesman said he was hiking along the Appalachian Trail.

"I apologize for taking so long to send this update, and was waiting to see if (we had) a more definitive idea of what part of the trail he was on before we did so," Joel Sawyer said in an e-mail to reporters.

Sanford's whereabouts were unaccounted for Monday when he stepped out of the public eye following a bruising session with the state Legislature. Even his wife, Jenny, said she did not know where he was, The Associated Press reported, according to The State newspaper in Columbia, South Carolina.

They report this like it's a bad thing. Personally, I'd like to see our Governor take a hike...


Anyone want the over-under on whether or not this "hike" turns out to be a chesty blond? I didn't think so... In all seriousness, I didn't know that the governor could just ditch a security detail and take off - and certainly not in a police car. That's definitely pegging my Bullshit-o-meter - why did this guy need to take a squad car to... go hiking?


In any case, I can safely say that many residents of Massachusetts would pay quite handsomely for a can of:




(apologies for poor - read: non-existent - photo manipulation skillz. Y'all get the idea...)


That is all.

Second Amendment and the Limitations Thereof

Reader Tim writes in with a thought-provoking e-mail and asks some tough questions:

Hi Jay,

So I'm surfing around and bump into your site by accident. A brief look and I think to myself - another motherfucking Obama hating well armed fanatic. But hey, MArooned is a good name, and the MA part is kinda clever...I should read more carefully. And I must say you seem like a smart guy, with some intelligent people commenting on your posts. I especially liked the Justice for All discussion - much more thoughtful than the usual talk radio crap, IMHO.

Anyway I am a history graduate student. I think American historians have missed the importance of the gun culture in the first hundred years, as well as the gradual disarmament of the general populace in the next hundred. So I some questions for you, and anyone else who might care to answer:

When the constitution was ratified the adult male population, (not including slaves and some other categories), constituted a militia. People owned muskets and rifles. Towns and cities typically owned some artillery. I suppose an individual could own an artillery piece if he really wanted to. The point is that an effective military unit could be formed at short notice without any assistance from the state or federal government. Hence the 2A was a tremendous barrier to government tyranny.

Over time this has changed. The right to bear arms is curtailed - we may only purchase certain weapons, certain kinds of ammo and so forth. The most effective weapons are restricted to the military. The functional equivalent to the old musket is the modern assault rifle - supplemented I would say by other automatic weapons, anti-tank and anti-air missiles, grenades and grenade launchers, and so forth. The equivalent to the cannon is of course tanks, apc's, jet aircraft, and various kinds of artillery.

So the questions:

1. Is the populace, in comparison to the government, essentially disarmed?

2. Is the 2A effectively gutted by the government monopoly on the most powerful weapons?

3. Should the NRA be lobbying not just for gun rights but for the restoration of local militias armed with the most modern military weapons?

Tim


I dashed off a quick note to Tim with the following responses:

1. Essentially disarmed? No. We still have a wide variety of options readily available, and even more if one has the time, money, and/or connections.

2. Yes and no. To the best of my knowledge, private individuals can't own functioning tanks or fighter jets; however there's a pretty big discussion on the original intent of the founding fathers as to whether the 2A means all arms or just small arms. Personally, I fall into the "whatever you can afford and not screw up with" category, but that's me.

3. Should they? Hell yes. Will they? Hell no. The NRA is nothing if not practical, and lobbying for "ZOMG TEH MACHINE GUNZ!!!!" will bring them naught but pain. Better to work to repeal the dumbest of the dumb gun laws and halt further encroachments than to go out on a limb for FA (full auto) or explosives.



Obviously his questions merit further in-depth responses. I'll elaborate now.

1. Is the populace, in comparison to the government, essentially disarmed?

When you consider what weaponry the Armed Forces has at its disposal, it sure looks that way, doesn't it? Rocket launchers, tanks, bombers, grenades, machine guns; all of these are strictly prohibited to the average American (okay, we can own certain old machine guns; however all others are strictly prohibited). In a straightforward confrontation, Jethro and Grandpa with their lever-action rifles don't stand much of a chance against belt-fed machine guns and A-10 Warthogs.

There's one check to this: The number of active duty personnel is just over 1.4 million. There's some 150 million or so adult Americans. We outnumber them 100 to 1 in a pinch, and there's no guarantee that all 1.4 million soldiers would participate in wholesale slaughter and enslavement of their brothers, sisters, cousins, and friends. Rebels armed with crude AK-47 clones made in home-built forges kept the Russian Army at bay for nearly 10 years, however; millions of Americans with AR-15s and Remington 700s could certainly inflict massive casualties upon even the greatest fighting machine on the planet.

This does, of course, lead to an interesting thought question: What should we be allowed to own? In the time of the Founding Fathers, private citizens - the wealthiest ones, to be certain, but private nonetheless - could own armament equal to or sometimes surpassing that which was owned by the fledgling government. Should private citizens be allowed to purchase and own fully-equipped Harrier jump jets, M1-Abrams tanks, and/or anti-aircraft missiles? Given the purchase price of said items, and the likelihood that they would "fall into the wrong hands" (extremely low, IMHO; anyone with a spare $30 million to drop on a Harrier isn't going to sell it privately to the Crips...), I'm inclined to allow it, but with strict penalties for misuse.



2. Is the 2A effectively gutted by the government monopoly on the most powerful weapons?

That's a slippery one. The Second Amendment states:

A well regulated militia being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the People to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed.
There are some who argue that as long as the American people are allowed to own single-shot .22 rifles, the Second Amendment is intact (I disagree, most vociferously one can imagine). Others (and I fall squarely into this camp) firmly believe that "shall not be infringed" means what it means; that the average American should be allowed the same tools available to the government. If the private citizen can afford their own armored personnel carrier, power to them. If they want to stockpile machine guns, rocket launchers, or .50 caliber sniper rifles, go to town. Only punish the misuse of these items, not the potential.

That said, even now in the status quo the average American has a fairly staggering assortment of arms from which to choose. All sorts of self-loading rifles; large caliber, long range bolt-action rifles; intermediate battle rifles; fighting shotguns; and a staggering array of pistols are available to (most) Americans with little trouble. For those with money to spend, there's a large number of completely legal fully automatic weaponry out there; for less money even (but some hoops) there's non-standard weaponry.

The important thing is not what we have; it's that we have it.


3. Should the NRA be lobbying not just for gun rights but for the restoration of local militias armed with the most modern military weapons?

That's the million dollar question. At first blush, the answer is intuitively obvious: Hell yes. Any gun law - all gun laws - run counter to the Second Amendment. Every infringement is another chink in the armor; every law that strips the right to keep and bear arms from the lowliest one of us harms us all in our defense of our freedom.

But we do not live in a perfect world nor a vacuum. The NRA has to operate in the here and now, in the very real political climate that surrounds the gun control issue. Push too hard, or to fast, and the forces for evil (disarmament) will swoop in, eager to paint the NRA as extremists hell-bent on arming felons, white supremacists, and gangbangers with Uzis and bazookas. The mainstream media calls the NRA an "extremist" organization; of course, the NRA has some four million members out of approximately 80 million gun owners, meaning that they reach approximately 5% of their target audience. NOW has half a million members out of roughly 150 million women, or 0.3% of their target audience, yet they are never referred to as "extremist"...

For the NRA to insist on repealing the Federal Firearms Act of 1934 (heavy regulation of fully automatic weapons) or even the Hughes Amendment of 1986 (prohibiting the sale of new machine guns to civilians) would be folly; they would be smeared from here to the gates of hell by the myrmidons of the mainstream media. Heck, NRA members would be wise to question the wisdom of going after the FA laws when there are so many other heinous anti-gun laws (Lautenberg Amendment, anyone?). There are thousands of gun laws already on the books, as well as laws that deal with the misuse of any tool, not just a firearm, as a weapon again persons or property. While getting full auto weapons and explosives off the forbidden list is a noble goal and a step towards truly restoring the Second Amendment, it's political suicide.

The NRA is a lot of things, and stupid ain't one of them...



I hope I've answered your question Tim*. I know there's an awful lot more to be said on this topic and many more answers to your questions. I also know there's a good deal of my personal beliefs sprinkled into my answer - take those with a grain of salt, as I live in one of the most gun-unfriendly places in the US... Here's hoping others will join in with their own answers to your question, or at least their own personal take on things as you ask.

Thanks for writing to me - this was an excellent exercise - and for reading MArooned!

That is all.

UPDATE: Tim, not Tom. Curse you, "o", for being right next to "i" on the keyboard!

Monday, June 22, 2009

Can You Feel The Hate Tonight...

Vicious Circle #13 is up. Go. Read. Cower in fear.

Whatever you do, resist the urge to Google 1Man1Jar...

That is all.

Shootie Drought...

It just dawned on me that I haven't gotten to the range since my last New Shooter outing. Ugh. I need to correct that post-haste... Especially since I just mailed off my gun club membership renewal - gotta make the most of the shootin' buck, yanno? It's been a combination of things; between the crappy weather, a busy-as-hell schedule, and the scarcity of ammo (I always replace what I shoot as a matter of policy) I either haven't had the chance to get over to the range or it's been pouring.

I *still* haven't shot my new (to me) Colt Frontier; I still need to put the Hi-Power through it's paces; I've also got the new scope on the Bushmaster to sight in; I've got a couple new shooters I need to get over (amusings, is Mr. amusings still on? How about the daughter?). There's a lot of shootin' to be done, just not enough time to get it all in. I s'pose at the very least I could bring the New Frontier, the S&W model 17, the Marlin model 39A and the Winchester 1906 and have a couple .22LR shoot-offs... One box of Federal copper-plated bulk pack should last me the afternoon...

In any case, I need to go shooting in a big way...

That is all.

Unexpected Headlines


Yeah, I don't think I would have predicted that headline, no.


Wow. I'm amazed we survived that crash. Hey, where's all that sand coming from?


I wasn't aware lobsters even lived that long. 140???


Reports that the IN blogmeet got out of control are unconfirmed at this point.


Rumors that a screwdriver were involved have been surfacing...


Mourners say coin slot on coffin a tacky final touch.


MA drivers respond pithily: Piker.




Okay, that's your daily dose of odd...

That is all.

It's That Time Again...

Hmmm. As of Saturday, it was officially summer. You know what that means? It means that...

{drumroll, please}

It's time for the:

Second Annual Northeast Blogger Shoot Meet & Shootin' Spectacular!!!

Folks had such a good time, we're fixin' to do it all over again. There will be toys to bayonet. Water-filled jugs to 'splode up. Bloggers to meet! Tales to be woven, lead to be flung, and memories to be made (or lived down, as teletubby bayonet charges tend to be...)

Right now we're thinking end of July, first weekend in August or so. Most likely a Sunday. Same sooper seekrit private range as last year, so that means the same limit to participants (around a dozen or so, give or take). I think last year's group was a very good size, and I think that our esteemed host wasn't too badly put-off by our group of weirdos... *g*

So, who's in? We'll take stock of who wants to come and hash out a firm date and git-r-done!

That is all.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

More For Dad...

It's Father's Day. Gotta have something from the "Godfather of Soul"...



Not only is is "I Feel Good", but also "Papa's Got A Brand New Bag"...

That is all.

Father's Day

Footprints
Author Unknown

Walk a little slower, Daddy,
Said a child so small.
I'm following in your footsteps
And I don't want to fall.

Sometimes your steps are very fast,
Sometimes they're hard to see;
So walk a little slower, Daddy
For you are leading me.

Someday when I'm all grown up,
You're what I want to be;
Then I will have a little child
Who'll want to follow me.

And I would want to lead just right,
And know that I was true;
So walk a little slower, Daddy
For I must follow you.

The above was pasted on the back of a tie-shaped card I received from BabyGirl G. this morning for Father's Day. It, naturally, got me to thinking about what being a father - or, more importantly, a dad - entails. There's a lot of maturing that needs to be done when you make the decision to create life; you need to be ready to put another's needs far beyond your own.

You need to realize that, whether you want the title or not, you are that child's role model. Your actions during their childhood will shape their interactions for the rest of their lives; they will look to and at you as the basis upon which to mold their impressions of adults in general, men in specific, and fatherhood as a whole. It's a tough, tough job with a lot of responsibility.

And a huge payoff if you do it right...

Happy Father's Day to all the dads, granddads, and moms filling in the "Dad" role. You're doing a difficult, (sometimes) thankless job, but one that is absolutely critical in your child's life. Your actions now, in their formative years, will help shape them into the adults you want them to be. Don't screw it up. If you've got a bad habit, a particular vice or weakness, work on it. Drop 20 pounds. Start walking around the neighborhood. Get off the couch and toss a ball to them.

Play with them. Love them. Don't be afraid to let them know that their Daddy loves them with all his heart.

That is all.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

QotD

Today's quote comes from AtomSmasher over at Men Are Not Potatoes (what an awesome blog name, eh?):
You watch that clip and you can see that several studio sets are going to be needing new seat cushions - these people were behaving like Traci Lords at a big dick convention.

He's talking about the media's reaction to the Annointed One killing a fly with his bare hands ZOMG!!!

Go. Read. They're a snarky group ovah theah...

That is all.

One Down, One to Go...

Renewal for Collector of Curios & Relics License (Class 03 FFL)? Sent today.
Bound book? Up-to-date and complete.

Renewal of gun club membership? Set up to go out on Monday.

Phew. Who knew that keeping up with all this gun nut stuff would involve so much darn paperwork?

That is all.

Friday, June 19, 2009

More Incorporation...

SJC will review gun lock ruling
The state’s highest court plans to review the constitutionality of a recently challenged state law that requires gun owners to lock their weapons, making it the first test in Massachusetts of a landmark US Supreme Court ruling that Americans have the constitutional right to own guns and stow them as they see fit.

The SJC decided to review the law less than a year after a Lowell District Court judge dismissed firearms charges against a Billerica man whose handicapped son was accused of shooting a BB gun at a neighbor and who then showed police officers where his father kept other unlocked weapons.

Oh, ain't this a fine kettle of fish? It looks like they didn't waste much time applying the ruling in Heller regarding the "safe storage" requirement to the MA requirement. Good. Locking up your firearms is the smart and safe thing to do. It shouldn't be required by law, though.

Here's something I'm having trouble with:
Harvey Silverglate, a civil liberties lawyer in Boston, who argues that the Second Amendment should apply to the states.

Does he argue that the First Amendment should apply to the state as well? No? Then he's a hypocrite. And a pretty lousy civil liberties lawyer if he's arguing against people retaining more of them...

Look, I keep my guns locked up - with two small kids in the house it just makes good sense to prevent access to firearms. Not to mention I have a significant amount of money invested in my armory, and keeping everything under lock and key presents more of a deterrent to theft than just leaving them lying around the house.

But it shouldn't get me arrested and my permit revoked because I have grandpa's old side-by-side in a glass-cased gun cabinet rather than a steel safe.

That is all.

Friday Fun Thread: Bring on da Muscle...

Heh. Here's a good one. Top Ten Muscle cars. I'm certain that this list won't be controversial... heh heh heh...



1. 1969 Pontiac GTO Judge. Bar none, this is the muscle car di tutti muscle cars. This is also my second favorite car in the entire world, and was responsible for me owning a 1972 Pontiac LeMans with a rebuilt 400 CI motor right out of college. The plan was to turn it into a LeGoat (restore the body, get the GTO cladding). The reality was a lawn ornament that I wound up selling - at a hefty $200 profit - to one of my sister's friends...

2. 1987 Buick Gran National. Not much that came out of the 1980s for American cars was anything even vaguely resembling a muscle car. The Gran National, however, gave a brief, shining glimpse of what had once been, coupled with an insight into what could be on the horizon. In the aftermath of the emissions control BS that crippled American muscle in the mid-'70s, the turbocharged Gran National offered performance again.

3. Shelby Cobra. Any list of muscle cars that doesn't include the Cobra is wrong. End of story. Small frame. Lightweight body. Ginormous motor stuffed under the hood. American car from the 1960s capable of close to 200 MPH top speed. Side pipes. Roadster. R-r-r-r-r-r-r-r! Unfortunately, so few were made that remaining Cobras are far beyond the reach of all but the most Leno-esque of collectors...

4. 1970 Ford Mustang Boss 302. The late 1960s/early 1970s were the golden years for American muscle. The Chevelles, 442s, 'Cudas, Roadrunners, etc. ruled the roost with big block power. Ford wasn't as heavily invested in the muscle car wars as Mopar or GM; however they did offer the Boss 302 Mustang, one of the more enduring icons of the muscle car era. Power was a respectable 290 HP in a (for the time period) small car, and the Boss 'Stang competed in the Trans Am series against the AAR 'Cudas and Penske Camaros...

5. 1970 Hemi 'Cuda. Speaking of the Plymouth Barracuda... What's not to love about a car named after one of the fastest predators of the sea? The Barracuda underwent two body style changes from its introduction in 1964 (when it was based on the Valiant) to the 3rd generation body style from 1970-1974 (1974 shown). The 426 Hemi put out 425 horsepower, achieving the sought-after metric of 1HP/CI that was the grail of muscle car motors.

6. Chevrolet Chevelle 454SS. This is a stand-in for any member of the "GM Quartet" - the Chevy Chevelle, Oldsmobile 442, Pontiac GTO, or Buick GNX. The LS6 version of the 454SS put out 450 horsepower, and is generally considered one of the fastest muscle cars going. This engine would launch this steel monstrosity down the ¼ mile in low 13 second times, generally the realm of mildly customized specialty cars...

7. 1957 Chrysler 300 C. The 300 series is considered by many to be the "grandfather" of the American muscle car, with the "300" standing for the 300 horsepower coming out of the 331 CI "FirePower" V8 in the original 1955 300. The 1957 300C offered a 375 HP 392 CI V8. From its introduction in 1955 through the 1957 model year, the 300 was the fastest American car on the road.

8. 1969 Chevrolet Corvette 427. 390 HP in a fiberglass bodied car? Sign me up! The '68-82 C3 body Corvette (called the "Mako Shark" after the concept 'Vette in 1968, it replaced the 1963-1967 "Stingray" monikered C2). The fabled ZL-1 427 put out 585 horsepower, making this 'Vette a contender against the offerings from Ferrari.

9. Ford Torino GT 428 Cobra Jet. Just getting something the size of the Ford Torino moving at all is an impressive feat. Getting it moving at speeds approaching those of a muscle car (14.2 second ¼ mile!) is an engineering marvel unto itself. This particular car makes the list for sentimental reasons - a good friend of mine who restores old cars just resuscitated a '68 Torino GT and has been working on it periodically.

10. 1992 Dodge Viper. Hmmm. Open top. Side pipes. Ridiculously overpowered engine. Where have we seen this car before? I'd argue that the single most important thing that the Viper did was to re-invigorate the American muscle car market after the torpor of the late 1970s and 1980s...


Okay, so there's my list of my Top Ten favorite muscle cars spanning some 5 decades. I have a hunch that there might be a few that y'all feel deserve a spot on the list, or some on the list that you think don't quite make the grade.

Have at it!

That is all.

Recurring Theme...

White House fires back at Bush comments: 'We won'
WASHINGTON (CNN) – A day after former President George W. Bush seemed to criticize the Obama administration for departing from a number of his anti-terrorism policies, White House Press Secretary Robert Gibbs fired back.

Asked about Bush's remarks during Thursday's press briefing Gibbs had a simple response. "We won," Gibbs told reporters.

They're not even trying to hide their contempt any more, are they? I mean, I thought the Clinton administration was arrogant, but these jackasses are making the Clintons look like the very model of restraint. Sure, they "won" - with the help of a compliant media, they managed to eke out a 7% popular vote lead over some doddering old fool hated by his own party.

Mandate thou hast not.

Ronald Reagan completely and utterly demolished Walter Mondale in 1984. Mondale carried one state, his home state of Minnesota. Reagan won California, New York, and Massachusetts. As a Republican. He beat Mondale by more than 18% in the popular vote. And yet we saw nowhere near this level of arrogance from Ronnie. If anyone deserved to throw down the "We won" card, it was Reagan.

But then again, Reagan had class. 0bama has his 7%.

IMHO, this is a strategy fraught with peril - what are they going to do if the Democrats lose seats in 2010? They're setting themselves up so that they absolutely *have* to gain seats next year - any backsliding at all is going to result in "we won" being tossed right back at them. Of course, that would require some consistency in the media, and there's a greater likelihood of me sprouting wings and flying to Pluto than that happening. Remind me of the last time you heard 0bama referred to as a chickenhawk, frex...

"We won". Remember, Caesar; thou art mortal.

That is all.

Friday Gun Pr0n #116

I had something completely different in mind for today's gun pr0n. However, a box showed up a couple days ago containing some AR magazines, a kind gift from a fellow blogger (thanks Justin!!!) to a poor lost gunnie soul trapped in the Volksrepublik. Justin very kindly sent me SEVEN pre-ban AR magazines, including two 40 rounders!

So, naturally, I had to get a group photo. I've been busy, um, accumulating mags since I got my Bushmaster...

I *Think* That's Enough...


Yeah. 2 40-rounders, 21-30 rounders, and 11-20 rounders. That's a good start. I figure now I need one or two good pre-ban Beta mags and a few more 40s and I'll be good to go...

Once again, big props and hearty MArooned thanks to Justin Buist!!!

That is all.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

I Love A Happy Ending...

(okay, preverts, get yer minds out of the gutter with that title...)

Gunfire following Mesa home invasion leaves one dead
MESA - An attempted home invasion early Thursday ended with one person dead and a police investigation.

According to the Mesa Police Department two Hispanic males broke in to a home near Baseline Road and Stapley Drive around 1:30 a.m. Thursday morning.

That doesn't sound good, does it? Never fear, the Second Amendment is here*!
The home owner opened fire on the men and the home invasion ended in the death of one of the suspects and the other seriously injured.

See? Happy ending! The only way it could be better would be if there were two dead goblins...

Here's even more good news about this shooting, from comments to the story:
So the robbers rounded the home owner and the rest of the folks in the house (according to the TV coverage) into a room... that contained a shotgun. LOL! Bad luck, robbers. Good job, homeowner!

Now, I don't know about you, but when I hear about a home invasion where the bad guys herd the residents of the home into one room, I start thinking execution. At the very least, they're getting everyone in one place, which means they're planning something IMHO. Pretty ironic that they chose the room with the gun... ("He chose... poorly").

Dead Goblin Count: 20.

That is all.

*Yes, I know that the Second Amendment affirms our natural right to keep and bear arms against a tyrannical government, not to prevent home invasions. It just scanned better that way...

The Fattiest Place on Earth...

One thing I noticed during our Disney vacation of a lifetime extravaganza was that the average denizen of the WDW Borg Collective weighed about as much as a small European car. A quick informal poll (admittedly unscientific) showed some 75% of the male guests to have a visible gut hanging over their belts (seriously. I counted 15 out of 20 guys who were noticeably overweight). The electric scooters were lined up as far as the eye could see upon entrance to any of the theme parks, waiting to convey their portly and/or lazy masters to the furthest reaches of Walt Disney's dream...


Now, I'll be the first to admit that I have a bias. Four years ago I'd have been one of those lardasses (although I didn't need an electric scooter). Hard work, sacrifice, and personal motivation have brought me to a place where I no longer get winded brushing my teeth, and I prefer things this way. I'm also more critical than the next guy WRT weight issues - if *I* lose weight, anyone can. I'm also more than happy to admit that yes, there are certain people who, through no fault of their own, have sluggish metabolisms or other conditions that make weight gain a foregone conclusion.

But it's hard to ignore the double cheeseburger, XL fries, and chocolate shake on their plate as the most likely culprit for needed mechanical assistance...

Folks, if you've let yourself go to the point of needing an electric scooter to get around a theme park, it's time to take a long, hard look at your life choices. If you're not suffering from a thyroid condition or other legitimate medical issue, it's time to start cutting back. Yes, it's hard - the triple chocolate brownie dessert is very yummy, and it calls to us, yes it does, preciousssss... Been there, done that, got the stretch marks to show for it.

Mrs. G. had a pedometer that she wore while we were down in Disney. It's part of some "1,000 mile" program where if she walks a thousand miles in a year she gets a free pair of sneakers or something - basically, it's a wellness incentive from her work. We walked an average of five miles a day, most often in 90º+ heat and high humidity. I basically suspended my diet for the entire week, opting to choose healthier meals whenever possible but not skipping dessert and even having seconds at times. And I still managed to lose three pounds - that's what being active can do.

In any case, there's simply no excuse for letting yourself get so heavy that the wheelchair lift on the bus can't get your ample carcass loaded (this really happened). None. It's about damned time we started taking more pride in our appearance; it's time we started making better choices and taking better care of ourselves. And not just for our own personal betterment, mind you; things are going to get very ugly when we get "free" health care from Uncle Sucker and the .gov decides it's going to tell us how to live our lives (like they've told businesses how to operate in the wake of the bailouts...).

Those that have been bloating up nicely for the past few decades are going to have some rough going when it's decided that, since the .gov is picking up the tab for your health care now, you're going on a diet, fattie...

That is all.

GMAFB, Part ???

PETA takes exception to Obama fly-swatting
WASHINGTON — The group People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals wants the flyswatter in chief to try taking a more humane attitude the next time he's bedeviled by a fly in the White House.

PETA is sending President Barack Obama a Katcha Bug Humane Bug Catcher, a device that allows users to trap a house fly and then release it outside.

Just when you thought PETA couldn't possibly do any more to further marginalize themselves and make themselves more of a laughingstock...

Guys, it's a freakin' HOUSEFLY. The one that 0bama killed? There's about a hundred gabillion more of them waiting to take its place. In the time it would take to capture the fly, walk the contraption outside, and release the fly into the wild, another 15,952,136 flies are born. Expecting the leader of the free world to "catch and release" flies is a little silly, don't you think?

Besides, this president only thinks "Catch and release" applies to terrorists and other enemies of America...

That is all.

What Do You Do?

Chatting with da boyz (and girlz) in the Gunblogger Conspiracy, something came up that kind of stuck out in my mind. Someone (I forget who, exactly, sorry) mentioned that their wife wasn't 100% on board with the idea that they carried a gun for protection. This piqued my curiousity - I think I've mentioned before that Mrs. G. isn't exactly a 2A enthusiast. For a long time, she didn't like the idea of me carrying a gun, but over time kinda got used to the idea that her husband carried. In fact, now it's kind of a game - she'll "frisk" me if she suspects I'm packin'. It did get me to thinkin', though (always a scary proposition)...

Why? Why would a spouse/significant other/long time girl or boyfriend/person otherwise committed to the relationship have a problem with their beloved carrying a gun?

Does this make any sense whatsoever? In many cases, you trust this person driving a car. You trust this person to operate heavy equipment, be it a lawn mower, snow thrower, power tools, etc. You trust this person with heavy blunt objects, sharp pointy objects, and all sorts of potentially deadly weapons day in and day out. If they haven't freaked out and bludgeoned you to death with a pork roast, or stabbed you to death with knitting needles, why on earth are you afraid of them carrying a firearm?

It's got to be the constant media barrage of "ZOMG GUNZ R TEH EEEEEVIL" that we see on a regular basis. It's got to be the fear-mongering of the antis; the constant references to "blood in the streets"; "vigilantes"; and "days of the wild west" that they insist on foisting upon us even though there's no factual support. It's the Jimmy Carter "no one needs an assault weapon to shoot up a school" crap; the Kellerman "43 times more likely to be killed with your own gun" bogus statistic; or the standard "you don't need a gun, that's what the police are for" barrage of lies they hear on TV and in the mainstream media that makes them doubt us.

What other possible explanation could it be? Do they think that firearms exude mind-control rays that turn their otherwise kind and loving schmoopsie into Travis Bickle? Do they think that their fiancée is some simmering Paul Kersey just waiting for the opportunity to enact vengeance? That their sweet, loving husband who changes the baby's diaper and calls his mother on her birthday is secretly fantasizing about being Dirty Harry blowing some punk away with a .44? It simply defies logic. This person either is or is not a psychotic maniac. They either are or are not stable and trustworthy.

If they're not to be trusted with a gun on their belt, why on earth would you trust them with a butcher's knife in the block or a chainsaw in the garage? The thought of your significant other making the conscious decision to carry a firearm for his or her defense - and, we would hope, yours as well - should be something you applaud. Your soulmate thinks you're worth defending. Worth putting their lives, their sacred honor on the line; worth facing the elephant. And yet you're going to carp and whine about him or her carrying a 20 ounce chunk of metal? If they can't be trusted with a Glock, how can you trust them at all?

Don't buy into the fearmongering and panic. Trust your loved one, or get out of the relationship. Look deep within your own heart, and ask yourself what is causing the real issue behind your distrust of your armed mate. If it's ignorance (of guns, of concealed carry, etc.), get educated -there's no better cure than information. If it's mistrust of your significant other in general, get to the bottom of it or get out of the relationship. But don't make it about an inanimate object - that's just plain silly.

Don't let your life be controlled by what you fear, especially if that fear is based on lies and obfuscations.

That is all.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Just Sayin'...

It's June 17th. The first day of summer is merely days away. And yet it was 39ºF this morning when I left for the gym. I have the space heater on here at work right now.

How's that global warming coming?

That is all.

Question for the Gun-Owning Parents Out There...

Marko has a conundrum, and would like your opinion:
So—what’s the right thing to do for a parent who believes in the value of responsible gun ownership, the futility of prohibition measures, and the right to self-defense (even if it’s against imaginary giant spiders?) How do I reconcile my personal beliefs, the rules of gun safety, and my kid’s inability to fully understand the concepts of death and killing?

I posted a quick answer in comments:
Directed interest is DEFINITELY the way to go. That’s what I’ve done with TheBoy, and it’s turned out great.

You get a chance to drill the Four Rules into their heads until they know them in their sleep. They learn safe and proper gun handling. Most importantly, IMHO, they learn that guns are not objects to be feared, but tools with which one must exercise care and caution.

No fear.
No sweeping under the rug.
Just “Here it is. Here’s how you handle it responsibly. Any infractions and it gets taken away”.

Trust me on this one. Once you’ve relieved Quinn of his favorite Nerf gun, Star Wars blaster, or cap gun for the nth time, he will rapidly equate “pointing gun at Lyra” with “gun goes bye-bye”…

And I’ll close with this shot: http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv330/stuckma09/MagicKingdom021.jpg

Notice the placement of TheBoy’s trigger finger…

This method does require a careful monitoring of your child's toy gun handling - something I'm certain Marko will do well. It's also a fantastic way of drilling safe gun handling into your kids - which is of utmost importance for a household with firearms in it. Never pass up the opportunity to teach your kids proper care and handling of firearms. Heck, never pass up any opportunity to teach your kids proper care and handling of anything!

I've never been of the "don't give kids toy guns because they'll learn bad habits" mindset. They'll only learn bad habits if you allow them to - you do need to monitor their usage constantly. You need to use each infraction as a learning experience - take the gun away and ask them "Which of the four rules did you break?" You lay down ironclad ground rules - any of the four rules gets broken, the gun gets taken away - and you enforce those rules.

I can't stress how important education is here. Making absolutely certain that your child acts in a safe manner around firearms is one of the most important things a gun-owning parent can do. You need to teach your child that firearms are not toys; that they shouldn't fear them but be careful and follow the rules. One of the best ways to teach that lesson and reinforce it is to let them have Nerf guns or cap guns or squirt guns and watch how they use them.

The payoff is immense - the peace of mind of knowing your kid won't be the one to pick up a gun he finds in a couch cushion and wind up shooting himself or a playmate...

That is all.

All (Stupid/Infuriating) Politics is Local...

Some random local news to raise your blood pressure for the day:

  • Deval Patrick posts sign language - yes, in these days of tightening belts, layoffs, and furlough programs for city workers, the powers-that-be in Massachusetts have spent nearly $100K on new road signs. What's that, you say? Jay, aren't you being a little tough on Cadillac Deval? The state needs these signs, right?
You tell me:

Yeah. We needed to drop a hundred large on signs exhorting MA drivers to "drive carefully"...
  • Bunker Hill Day Parade goes on, amid battle over holiday - this was a story on the news this morning. Bunker Hill Day (today) and Evacuation Day (March 17th, go figure) are holidays celebrated exclusively by state and city workers in Suffolk County (Boston and surrounding suburbs). The two extra vacation days cost the state $5 MILLION a year. A GOP State Senator has introduced a bill to abolish these holidays, but it's about as likely as Mumbles joining the NRA...
  • NFL's Stallworth gets 30 days behind bars in pedestrian's death - (Stallworth is a former NE Patriot). Apparently the lax sentencing for crimes committed via automobile follows MA residents even after they've left the Commonwealth. 30 days for killing someone. Unreal. And Michael Vick got, what, two years for killing dogs...

Okay, that's enough depressing/infuriating news for now...

That is all.

"Justice" for All?


OKLAHOMA CITY — A plea deal that sent an ex-convict accused of raping a 4-year-old girl to jail for only a year has prompted outrage across Oklahoma, where lawmakers are calling for the removal of the judge who approved the deal and the attorney general is investigating a new set of abuse allegations.

Under the deal, David Harold Earls, 64, of the southeastern Oklahoma town of McAlester, pleaded no contest last month to first-degree rape and forcible sodomy. Normally, the rape charge carries a sentence of between five years to life in prison, but the deal he struck with prosecutors called for 19 years of his 20-year sentence to be suspended.

I actually heard about this story yesterday on the morning news as I worked out. I didn't post about it yesterday, because, honestly, the only thought I had at the time was "HULK SMASH". I'm not doing a hell of a lot better today, because this is just mind-bogglingly bad. Rape of a child nets a ONE YEAR sentence? WHAT. THE. HOLY. FUCK???

The story's a little thin on details, which does give me a little pause here. The media's not exactly known for presenting all the applicable facts, and they have been known to blow stuff out of proportion. Sure, it looks bad - this dude's done time for sexual assault before; he had access to the child in question; and there was evidence of a rape. Oh, and HE FUCKING PLEAD GUILTY.

I do have to wonder about this, though:

District Attorney Jim Bob Miller said Tuesday the plea deal was both necessary and accepted with the approval of the girl's family. A medical examination of the girl found evidence of a sexual assault, but no DNA evidence tying Earls to the crime.
There's only one reason I'd accept a one year plea bargain from the man who raped my child:


That is all.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Attention MA Bikers...

There's a nasty little bill up for discussion in the MA state house. It's MA House Docket number 3288, and it's kinda personal for me:

Be it enacted by the Senate and House of Representatives in General Court assembled, and by the authority of the same, as follows:

The first paragraph of section 7 of chapter 90 of the General Laws, as appearing in the 2006 Official Edition, is hereby amended by adding the following sentence:- No person operating a motorcycle shall permit any person to ride as a passenger unless such person is 16 years of age or older.


If this bill passes, it will mean that TheBoy can't go on Harley rides with his dad any more.

These bastards mean to deprive me of the pleasure of introducing my son and daughter to the joys of riding. Some bean counter, no doubt motivated by the chance to yet again deprive MA residents of a tiny bit of freedom, has gotten a burr up their butt about kids riding on motorcycles. The total number motorcycle fatalities per year is minuscule (several dozens), meaning that the number of children killed is statistically zero.

And yet, the nanny state rolls ever on, eager to seize on nonexistent dangers in order to further curtail our freedoms. Why? Because they can. Because we let them.

Please, if you live in MA, write your congressional representative and ask them to vote against this bill...

That is all.

Help a Blogger Out...

Strings is a fellow biker, gunnie, and all around good guy. He's heavily involved with Bikers Against Child Abuse (BACA), and he has a simple request for y'all. I'll let him ask in his own words:
Sorry about the "mass email" thing here. Seemed the easiest way of handling this. Basically, I've got a request.

A couple of blogs have come to my attention, that deal pretty exclusively with child abuse. Since this is something I think needs more attention drawn to it, I had the bright idea to send out a beg to y'all: you represent the most popular blogs I read. Which means y'all have a fairly diverse readership.

The beg is, take a look at the following links. If you think they're worthwhile, please post something about 'em. The more light we shed on this problem, the better things will get. Without that light, the badguys win.

http://the-ultimate-evil.blogspot.com/
http://www.warriorsforinnocence.org/

-- Love and Respect
"Strings"
President and Founder
Maritime WI BACA

Go. Read. Please.

It's tough stuff, to be sure. In a perfect world these sites wouldn't be necessary, as there would be no abuse. In a less-perfect-but close world, abuse would be met with stiff penalties, social ostracism, and some behind-the-woodshed justice. Barring that, letting good people have their say - getting the word out - is one of the best things we can do.

That is all.

GMAFB, The British Edition...

First 'anti-stab' knife to go on sale in Britain
The first “anti-stab” knife is to go on sale in Britain, designed to work as normal in the kitchen but to be ineffective as a weapon.

The knife has a rounded edge instead of a point and will snag on clothing and skin to make it more difficult to stab someone.
YOU. HAVE. GOT. TO. BE. KIDDING. ME.

"Ineffective as a weapon"??? WTF? These people are as soft as a sneaker full of shit, folks - the damn thing's still a knife. It still has a sharp edge. I'll say it slowly: It. Can. Still. Be. A. Weapon.

I was looking around my kitchen earlier, and I saw about 150 different items that could easily kill someone. There's a heavy cast iron skillet with which I could bash someone's skull in. There's a whole cabinet full of glasses that could be shattered into sharp edges. Hell, the freaking wooden spoons could be snapped to a point quick enough and jammed in someone's aorta.

Remember, the tool isn't the weapon, the person is.

What are they putting in the water in England, anyways? Stupid pills?
He said: “It can never be a totally safe knife, but the idea is you can’t inflict a fatal wound. Nobody could just grab one out of the kitchen drawer and kill someone.”
WHAT THE BLOODY HELL? The goddamned thing still has an edge, right? It's not like blunting the tip prevents you from slashing someone's throat with it, or opening up their femoral artery. It most certainly CAN kill someone. Easily, if it's kept sharp (and no kitchen knife worth a damn - or $80 - won't hold an edge...)
"Killing with the tip lacks artistry". Gurney Halleck, Dune.
Gah. I have to get to the range this weekend. Exposure to abject stupidity can only be cured by recoil therapy...

That is all.

MArooned Book Review: MHI

Q. What has 18 legs, poison pinchers, and can shoot acid from its antennae?

A. Beats the hell outta me; hit it with the flamethrower just to be safe.

The above passage isn't from Monster Hunter International by Larry Correia, but it might as well be. MHI tells the story of one Owen Z. Pitt from the time he kills his jackass boss until he saves the world from an alien priestess who's channeling the Old Ones. It's a rip-roarin' rocket ride of a good time, with werewolves, vampires, wights, gargoyles, and other assorted things of which nightmares are made all getting what's coming to them at the hands of the Hunters.

You see, in the MHI world, monsters are real. All the various baddies, ghouls, goblins, and other things that go bump in the night roam among us, kept at bay by the Hunters and nefarious governmental secret agents. MHI is a private enterprise, so naturally they're more effective at getting results, with a bounty on all "monsters" that keeps the Hunters in business. We follow "Z" as he is recruited for MHI, through his training and first mission, up until the final confrontation with the Cursed One at the book's climactic finale.

There's a lot to like about MHI if you're a gunnie, or a fan of horror/monster fiction, or just enjoy an action-packed read. It's obvious as hell that Correia knows his stuff, certainly gun-wise, and chances are that if you have even a passing familiarity with firearms, one of your personal favorites is in MHI. I have one minor nit to pick: One of the Hunters favors a Russian VEPR in .308 Win, which I have to call shenanigans on, as there are only 3 or 4 magazines in existence (inside joke; I own a VEPR in .308 and have been completely unable to find magazines anywhere...)

The main characters are well-developed, giving us insight into their pre-hunter lives as well as the events that brought them over. You see, in order to be chosen for consideration as a Hunter, one has to have survived an encounter with a monster. Some, like Pitt, jump at the chance to save the world. Others do it for revenge. Some can't reconcile the fact that monsters are real and go insane - a key attribute of Hunters is that their minds are flexible...

One "complaint" I have - and it's a minor one to be certain - is that the monsters are flat. We're told where Hollywood gets it right - and wrong - but little beyond that. There's a lot of development of the main baddie (the "Cursed One"), which obviously is central to the story; it would have been kickass to get some more background on the other monsters. Of course, the book would then have been 900+ pages long and taken me three days to finish... ;)

I really, really like Monster Hunter International. Of course, I'm a gun nut with a sci-fi/fantasy streak a mile wide, so it's almost like it was written for me. Consider it a Walter Mitty-esque voyage into the land of "Wouldn't it be cool if..." and "What would you use for..." thought questions. It's fun escapist fiction that grabs your attention with the gun talk; holds it with a solid story of good vs. evil; and leads to a satisfying conclusion where the good guys... Well, I won't give it away - read it yourself!

Extra special thanks to my good friend Heath for loaning me his copy in time for my trip to FLA. As I mentioned, MHI kept my mind off the fact that I was hurtling through the air at nearly 500 MPH in a metal tube built by the lowest bidder. That's saying quite a bit right there. Pick up a copy - you will not be disappointed.

Just remember to keep a healthy willing suspension of disbelief handy - because we all know that spare VEPR .308 magazines aren't real...

That is all.

Monday, June 15, 2009

Excellent News!!!

Og is back in bidness.

Life is good.

That is all.

Random Humor...

So Saturday we went to Disney's Hollywood Studios. It was our last day in Florida, and we had a park admission left to use up. It was "Star Wars Weekend" at the Studio, and since TheBoy is a HUUUUGE Star Wars fan (and your humble host is a sci-fi geek extraordinaire...), we opted to take the shuttle over and check it out. All I can say is:

A thousand basements cried out, then suddenly the silence of nerds...

Heh.

That is all.

And Another One...

Girl Hit By Elderly Driver Dies Of Injuries
STOUGHTON (WBZ) ― A 4-year-old Stoughton girl struck by a car driven by an elderly woman died overnight, the Norfolk District Attorney's office said Sunday morning.

Diya Patel died at Tufts Medical Center in Boston, where she'd been flown after the accident Saturday morning.

Rest in Peace, Diya.

Now, I understand that a certain amount of coverage is simple sensationalism - "If it bleeds, it leads". The story of a young child mowed down by an oblivious elderly driver in front of her family tugs at the heart strings and provokes much commentary. The usual suspects are calling for laws, testing, etc. which may or may not help the issue. However, given the cravenness of the average MA politician, there's very little chance they'll do anything to anger the whiteheads, one of the most active voting blocks going...

What is interesting is this:
Police say charges may be filed against the driver, whose name is not being released at this time.

Excuse the hell out of me, but what the fucking fuck? This senile old biddie plowed into a kid in a crosswalk. How the hell can they not file charges? Failure to yield? Vehicular manslaughter? Negligent homicide? It would seem that there are a plethora of charges that could be levied at someone who blatantly disregards the traffic laws of the Commonwealth and causes the death of another person.

I can guarantee you this, though. If I were to pick up one of my guns, walk into a busy area, and start pulling the trigger, I would be up on first degree murder charges before the last casing hit the ground. Why do we treat people who misuse automobiles so lightly? If you are so out of control of your mental facilities that you can't brake or even slow down for people in your path, you're just as out of control as some lunatic randomly shooting at people. But yet the punishments are hardly comparable - I'd wager she is not charged with any crime, and at most might lose her license.

When we start treating the misuse of all tools equally I'll start believing that gun control is anything other than an attempt at authoritarian control...

That is all.

UPDATE: Thanks, Bruce, for the link. Also wanted to point out that the driver's license has been suspended - yes, suspended, not revoked - and she has been charged with vehicular homicide.
That's a good start.

Blurry...

Sat down last night and started consolidating the pictures from Disney. One thing that jumped out at me was that in nearly every shot, one or both kids were blurry. Our inexpensive digital camera doesn't have the greatest shutter speed for movement (or perhaps I don't know the proper setting to use), and the slightest movement will result in a blurred shot.

It's amazing how much they move.

What's also pretty amazing is how resilient kids are - within the span of 24 hours, they went from being in a theme park in the Florida heat to playing baseball in a light New England drizzle. And it didn't phase either kid in the slightest. They went to bed late last night, probably around 10 - 10:30, yet both were up at 6:30 AM just like every other weekend (although I have to drag their tired butts out of bed at 7:00 AM M-F when they have school...)

At what point do we lose that motion? At what stage of our lives do we stop really moving, and start reacting? Friends who have teenagers regale me with stories of the sheer volume of food their kids eat, yet they're still rail-thin - once again, it's keeping active and on the go that keeps them from resembling Jabba the teen. College is still pretty much the same, with beer and pizza thrown into the mix.

Then you graduate and go out into the real world. 9-5 job. Relationships. Rent. Engagement. Marriage. Mortgage. Kids... You slow down. The spare tire grows from the donut on a scooter to the rear wheel of a semi. Life wears you down. It keeps moving, even if you don't.

And yet the blur continues - except that instead of you being the blur, you're caught in the blur...

That is all.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Home...

One word. Four letters. But it means many things to many people. For some, it's little more than an address, a place that can change on a whim for any reason. For others, it's a family homestead handed down through generations. For us, it's our messy little slice of land in the Volksrepublik of MA.

But it sure feels good waking up in your own bed, no matter how great your vacation may have been...


Made it home safe and sound last night; the plane ride was a little turbulent, but I had an excellent distraction from the bumps and jounces: "Monster Hunter International" by Larry Correira. It's a kind loan from my good friend Heath (he of the infamous fu-stache) for my trip, and it's been hard to put down. I started reading it yesterday evening on the flight home, and am already more than halfway through already (expect a full review later this week...)

There's something magical about coming home after an extended time away. There's the pleasant rush of the familiar; the contentedness of being in a place you know inside and out; of feeling like you belong there. No matter how great a vacation might be, you're still in an unfamiliar setting in a place you don't know - you're definitely not home. As much fun as it is to be someplace new and exotic, there's a lot to be said for the place you call home.

The best trip in the world doesn't compare to the feeling of being somewhere you belong...

That is all.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Homeward Bound...


Time to stick a fork in this vacation and call it done. With any kind of luck, we'll make it home in one piece and there will be more to come...
That is all.

Once Again, Around Sol...

Six years ago BabyGirl G. came into my life. I'm still trying to catch my breath.

Dealing with two kids isn't twice as hard as dealing with one; it's at least four - what they don't tell you when you become a parent is that it's a square function. That's the main reason we didn't have three kids - we weren't prepared for life to get that much more complicated. That and we didn't want to be outnumbered. Plus, with my luck, the third pregnancy would have been triplets...

Life with a son and a daughter is certainly interesting, to say the least. We balance karate with gymnastics; Daisy Troops with Cub Scouts; duelling swimming lessons; all the trappings of a multi-child family. We've never pushed gender-specific roles on our kids, yet TheBoy naturally gravitates towards guns and cars whereas BabyGirl G. loves dolls and ponies.

It won't be long before she eschews My Little Pony for a cell phone; before I'm watching a steady parade of young men of interest (a.k.a. "landfill") drift into and out of her life; before she moves beyond the protective cocoon of daddy and onto bigger things. High school. College. Convent. (Kidding. Sorta). I've got no choice but to watch her grow, adding my input wherever possible...

It doesn't mean I have to like it, mind you; I just can't do anything about it...

That is all.

Friday, June 12, 2009

Disney Reflections, Part IV

Part Four: Disney's Magic Kingdom, Part One

Yesterday the G. family visited the Magic Kingdom, what people most commonly think of when you hear "Disney World". This is unabashedly my favorite park; we've budgeted two whole days to MK, and have extra time left on Saturday to catch any last minute items we missed in the previous week. It's the park I most vividly remember as a kid; however its popularity comes with a price - many of the exhibits I was looking forward to seeing, like the Hall of Presidents and Space Mountain - are closed for repairs and/or renovations...

Now onto the pics!


Obligatory Kid & Character Shot

Quite frankly, I'm shocked at how well this picture turned out. Of course, with my kids, a picture is defined as a success using a very loose set of criteria:

1. Is the picture blurry? If yes, then the picture is not a success.
2. If by some miracle the answer to #1 is "no", then are both kids looking at the camera? Or is one perhaps looking 180º away?

If the criteria in #1 and 2 are met, then the picture is a success. It's only a rousing success if both kids look like they're not ready to kill each other at that very instant...



GUNZ!!!

Quite frankly, I was shocked to see these souvenirs still offered. I would have bet good money that, in this day and age of virulent anti-gun sentiment, the cap gun display would either be missing altogether or relegated to a small handful of dusty old guns somewhere in the very back. Imagine my surprise stumbling across this one!

Notice the trigger finger discipline on TheBoy - I'm so proud of him I could burst...



G. Family "Portrait"

Yeah, I was foolin' around with the camera and took this shot, which I figured was a passable version of a family portrait, such as it was. We're going back today with the intention of getting a Disney photog to take our picture and do it right; but for now this is what we have...



Da Castle

And. of course, BabyGirl G.'s favorite sight in the Magic Kingdom, Cinderella's castle. When she saw this as we approached the park, her squeal of delight could be heard four states over... Even TheBoy seemed to be impressed with the way it loomed in the distance as we got closer to the actual park. He refrained from torturing his sister for five whole seconds because of it...



So tomorrow's Part II of our Magic Kingdom experience. Expect to hear more about the electric strollers for lardasses; and the latest teen trend in expressing your individuality by dressing exactly like everyone else...

That is all.

Friday Fun Thread: Drop-Tops!

Got a bonus suggestion in my request for thread topics at the top of the month. The Saj said:

You're going to Florida...Seems fitting to do the "Top 10 Convertibles"

I like it, so here goes:

1. 1959 Cadillac El Dorado Biarritz. Oh yes. This is my favorite car of all time. Designed by the maistro himself, Harley Earl, the '59 Cadillac is a true American icon, a car destined for the ages. Its tailfins are legendary and simply scream 1950s American luxobarge...

2. Ferrari Daytona. Cool enough for Miami Vice, good enough to make the list... The Daytona is the car that the Mazda Miata wanted to be...

3. Shelby AC Cobra. Hmm. Designed by Carroll Shelby. Top speed of 180 MPH. 480 Horsepower. No top whatsoever. This isn't an automobile, this is a vintage airplane with the wings ripped off...

4. Chevrolet Corvette. It's a classic; a car that's been around for 56 years and still going strong (despite, oh, GM going completely and totally in the shitter).

5. Lamborghini Gallardo. Because, you know, simply owning a world class Italian supercar isn't enough. You have to be seen driving it...

6. Bentley Azure. Hey, if you're gonna drop the top on a car, it might as well be the most opulent, best-appointed car out there. And if you've got a quarter million dollars to spend on a freakin' car, you want something that'll be as comfortable as it is beautiful...

7. Mercedes CLK. Oh hell yes. Especially in AMG trim (as shown) - not only do you get luxurious amenities, but you get a large, heavy car that can move like nobody's business. And be as home at the corporate office as at the local DQ cruise night...

8. Ford Mustang GT. Another American icon, the 'Stang deserves to be on any list of ragtops out there if for no other reason than it's served as the introduction to American muscle cars for generation after generation of motorheads.

9. Dodge Viper. Over the years, the Corvette has gotten so refined and so gentrified that something just had to spring into its place as the rip-snortingest, rootin'-tootin'est, badass American muscle monster going. And the Viper fills that niche nicely...

10. Jeep Wrangler. You just can't leave the do-it-all Jeep off of any self-respecting list of convertibles. It's just plain wrong. The Jeep certainly has the biggest pain in the ass top to remove, that's for certain; however, it's also got kick-ass 4WD, which makes it about the only vehicle on this list I'd want to drive through a New England winter...


Well, there's today's list - what drop-tops should or shouldn't have made the cut in your opinion?

That is all.

Friday Gun Pr0n #115

Today's gun pic is another in my "Rimfire Rifle" series:

Sears Model 25

This is a Sears Model 25 semi-automatic, tubular magazine-fed .22LR rifle (it'll accept .22 short and .22 long as well, actually; this is somewhat rare with semi-automatic .22LR rifles). It was manufactured by Hi-Standard to be sold under the Sears brand, as was common before society went all batshit insane about attaching value judgements to inanimate objects and guns became evil...

This one's in pretty good shape; other than some dings in the stock it's in excellent shape. Functionally it works very well, especially since it hasn't been cleaned since Clinton was in office. It's got a 15 round magazine, and will put all of those rounds in a 3" circle at 25 feet firing as fast as it will go. While I don't recommend .22LR as a self-defense round, 15 rounds of .22LR put center mass in a few seconds' time will put a dent in any goblin's murderous plans...

She's not pretty, but she'll get the job done. Like pretty much all of the guns in the G. armory...

That is all.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Disney Reflections, Part III

Park #3: Disney's Animal Kingdom.

Okay, true confession time. Here's where y'all get to poke fun at Jay G. for being a bleeding heart. I hate zoos. I hate animals being put on display for our own selfish amusement. Circuses are even worse, IMHO. I'll be the first to admit I'm not above profiting from their enslavement, as I have no qualms about bringing the kids to a circus in town or to a zoo for an afternoon.

But I don't like it, per se...




Onto the cute vacation pics!

THE Picture

Here's TheBoy and BabyGirl G. after the character breakfast with Mickey and Lilo & Stitch. Oh yeah, this was a good 'un...



The Animal Kingdom:

New GOP member

Obligatory animal shot. Had to go with the obvious nod to the GOP's mascot, the elephant. In this case, I'll let the reader assume that the shot of the baby elephant is an allegory for Jay's fervent hope that the GOP sheds the old dinosaur ways and gives birth to a new GOP dedicated to personal freedom, individual liberty, and economic conservatism.

And while I'm dreaming, I'd like a pony...



End of a long, hot day

Yep. Florida's hot in June. It's even hotter when you spend the majority of the day outside in the direct sun, walking over five miles around an amusement park filled with people. Good shoes, a sturdy pack, and lots and lots of water saw us through the day...

That is all.

Get On the Bus!

Quick note about public transportation. Actually, it's not even about public transportation. It's about privately arranged transportation for mass transit. Specifically, the bus system used to shuttle the hundreds of thousands of guests around the many different properties that make up the WaltDisneyMegaTelCo. collective. This is a privately owned, privately operated enterprise here, not a municipal or state-run agency.

And yet it took over an hour to traverse a distance of some 7½ miles this morning.

Yes, there's more to the story involving multiple stops, unscheduled pick-ups, and less-than-confident operators, but the fact remains that even in a private setting, where the stakes are high and customer satisfaction ranks slightly higher than eternal reward with the bean counters, sometimes things fail. Sometimes paying customers spend an hour on a bus for a trip that should take no more than 20 minutes, tops.

And as long as these sorts of things keep happening, there will always be resistance to public transportation.

You don't get better results by taking away all incentives to performance as Lissa so eloquently points out. A public "servant" who has no fear of losing his job isn't going to go the extra mile as a rule; human nature in general tends to put in the minimal amount of effort possible to get the job done. The guy driving the bus doesn't care if he makes one trip or three in a given hour; in fact, more than likely only one trip is preferable, as it means less work. In the private sector, a guy who only makes one trip in the amount of time it should take to make three isn't going to drive a bus for very long; the same cannot be said in the public sector.

And if you're the poor bastard stuck on that bus for the hour, you'll think very long and hard before getting on another bus if you don't absolutely have to...

That is all.

Why I Carry...

Yet another question from the "Help a Blogger Out" bleg I put up before my vacation; this one comes from blogger Bob S.:
How about a post on why you carry?

There are many reasons why I carry, but the two first and foremost are TheBoy and BabyGirl G. I'm the dad. It's my sworn duty to protect them to the best of my abilities. I believe in using the best tools for the job at hand, and there is currently no better tool for protecting myself and my family than a firearm. The day they perfect the Star Trek phaser capable of instantly stunning an assailant unconscious is the day I stop carrying a firearm for self defense; until then, I'll stick with my .45 ACP.

Of all the reasons I carry, I'd like to start with things that have nothing to do with my decision to carry a firearm. First off, I have absolutely zero desire to drop the hammer on another human being. ZERO. I'll go to my grave a very happy man if I never have to draw my firearm, let alone discharge it. I don't want to be a cop - they've got a tough, thankless job and have to deal with humanity at its absolute nadir on a regular basis. I'm not compensating for faulty or underdeveloped "equipment" (would I admit to carrying a snubbie if I were?).

I carry a firearm because it's the best tool for the job at hand.

As for why I'd want to provide for my own protection, well, tune into the news on any given day. We've got school shootings, mall shootings, church shootings, Holocaust memorial shootings. There's ample evidence of violence in our everyday lives; with such a possibility - no matter how remote - it makes sense to have a plan and a means to implement said plan. I'm no Caleb when it comes to action shooting, but I've got confidence in my skills and ability to follow through when the time comes.

My carry guns range from 12 ounces to 26 ounces in weight. The most extra weight I'm carrying, with gun, holster, and spare magazine, is three pounds, tops. That's not very much extra weight to lug around to have the best tool for self-defense at my disposal. I'll live with the inconvenience of having to carefully choose my wardrobe around my carry gun for the ability to safely and securely have that tool with me at all times possible.




On a related note, I've been armed with less-than-optimal tools all week, and I've got to tell you - I feel naked. Normally, if I'm outside of the house and not at work, I'm carrying a firearm. For the past six days, however, I haven't carried more than my Gerber Paraframe, and while that's a decent tool until itself, I feel better with my G30 or the Snubbie from Hell™... What follows may very well be the most surreal statement you will read today WRT 2A issues:

I can't wait to leave Florida and get back to Massachusetts so I can carry my gun again.

That is all.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Disney Reflections, Part II

Yesterday we went to Disney's Hollywood Studios, home of the "Tower of Terror" and Aerosmith's "Rock and Roller Coaster". We had counted on only one day at Disney Studios, and as it turned out, we weren't too far off with that assessment. It's a smallish park, with a hub-like layout and the different areas intertwined with the central stage and their own individual themes, and each area has its main attraction and dining areas.

The Pixar/Disney Animation area was my favorite, as it featured my favorite ride in the entire park. No, it wasn't the roller coaster or the elevator drop, it was the Toy Story Midway Mania ride, where you try to throw pies, pop balloons, and hit bullseyes on targets to score the highest score possible. All morning long as we waited in line I heard how TheBoy was going to kick the old man's can, that this was his year. There was some doubt cast as to whether we'd even get to play, as a malfunction shut the ride down for about 20 minutes as we were in line, but they got it running again.

And yes, I beat TheBoy handily by more than double his score.

The kids got their pictures taken with characters:


TheBoy & Mike


Grrrrl Power!

Yes, that's Mike Yazowski of Monsters, Inc. with TheBoy and the Pink Power ranger with BabyGirl G.

Then it was time to gawk, especially at this vintage 1941 Cadillac Limosine:

TheBoy Hams It Up

We came across this limo and while I was trying to come up with a way to smuggle it out of the country, I joked with TheBoy that he ought to try the handle to see if they left the keys in it.

They didn't.

We had dinner at the 50s Prime Time Cafe, which was simply excellent. The atmosphere is down-home, literally; especially if your house hasn't been renovated since the 1950s... Our waitor was very good, getting into the swing of things (he asked TheBoy, returning from the bathroom, if he washed his hands. TheBoy answered in the affirmative, so our waitor asked what color the soap was... (and yes. TheBoy got it right...)

And they made BabyGirl G. a special birthday cupcake!

BabyGirl G's birthday is coming!

Not pictured are the Star Wars exhibit (very cool if you're a sci-fi geek and know the background characters well; the Indiana Jones stunt spectacular; or the Tower of Terror. All were excellent; I don't think Disney does *anything* halfway... Tomorrow we're off to the Animal Kingdom to see how Disney does zoos.

If you don't hear from me after tomorrow, I either got et or decided to make another condor egg omelette and got caught...

That is all.

Words to Live By...

Reading through Time Enough for Love, I came across a passage where Lazarus Long sums up my feelings on self-defense perfectly. He's asked how he's managed to avoid dying either accidentally or through violence over the many centuries he's lived, and he simply replies:
"...I've always watched where I put my feet, and never fought when I could duck out... and when I did have to fight, I always fought dirty. If I had to fight, I wanted him to be dead instead of me. So I tried to arrange it that way."

Exactly. Do unto others before they do unto you.

That is all.

How Does that Happen?

One of the suggested posts in my post request bleg (Zercool's question of "Or how about how you ended up being a Mass gun nut...") was an explanation of how I became a gun nut living in the People’s Republic of Massachusetts. It’s an interesting question, as MA’s reputation as an anti-gun state is well-known and very deserved - we truly do have some of the most onerous gun laws in the nation. It’s surprising that anyone would ever become a gun nut living in MA, as the public perception doesn’t exactly foster an attitude of tolerance for those of us who support the second amendment.

Some of it comes from my environment - Dad was a MA state cop when I was a child, and there were obviously guns in the house. From a very early age I was taught how to properly handle firearms, that they were not toys but dangerous tools that demanded respect. I was shown how to load and unload Dad’s service revolver (yes, this was back in the days when cops were still issued six-shooters…); I was taught very young that Daddy’s gun was not something to be feared, but that care needed to be taken whenever I was around a gun.

I don’t know for certain that they knew that I’d show my father’s gun to my friends; I suspect that, since my grandfather was a town cop and also had guns in the house that my dad himself might have shown off *his* father’s revolver. It’s a natural progression - your son brings a friend over; the friend knows that a family member is in law enforcement; they want to see the gun. Little boys (and some little girls) are fascinated by things that go bang, be it guns, fireworks, or internal combustion engines. I won’t ‘fess up, except to note that *if* I had shown Dad’s gun, it was *ALWAYS* under circumstances that paid homage to the four rules of gun safety and that all safety precautions were followed. And if I had let a friend handle the gun, and he were to handle it unsafely, I would have taken it away immediately…

My grandfather was a collector by circumstance; he owned a diner in the aftermath of the Great Depression and quite often took someone’s old rusted break-top Iver Johnson as payment of a month’s worth of breakfasts. He had a dizzying assortment of pump-action shotguns and side-by-sides; his trusty lever action Marlin (his “deer gun” as it were) and his “Italian Battle Rifle: Only dropped once” (that was his favorite gun-related joke). He had these firearms stored in two massive wooden gun cabinets - one he made himself - that I have in my attic awaiting my transplantation to America…

And part of it is just a lifelong fascination with history and engineering. Firearms, when properly made and cared for, can and will last for decades or longer - the Colt Official Police my grandfather carried as a town police officer in the 1950s is still shooting bullseyes in the 21st century. And G-d willing, it’ll go to TheBoy or his son, a tangible link to the past and the man who gave us all our names. Where else but a gun cabinet can you pick up a machine built in the latter part of the 19th century and use it exactly like your great grandfather might have used it?

And that’s one of the many reasons I am proud to call myself a gun nut, even in the Volksrepublik of Massachusetts…

That is all.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Disney Reflections, Part I

As part of my efforts to preserve memories of this trip (given how TheBoy and BabyGirl G. have been acting at times, this may be the last time we let them out of the house, let alone take them on vacation...), I want to chronicle the different parts of our Disney vacation more or less as they happen. I've covered our arrival in Florida already; here are our recollections of our experience at Epcot. Next will be Disney Studios, then Animal Kingdom, and finally the Magic Kingdom.


Plus, more than likely, a PSH-filled account of the flight home...






Headin' into Epcot

Epcot is... well, Epcot. Opened in 1983, it was intended to be a more educational Disney, one that taught as much as entertained. They've added bits and pieces here and there, but much of it is just as I remembered from my childhood trip (interestingly enough, in 1983 when it opened). Some of the exhibits are dated, like the "Spaceship Earth" inside the giant golf ball - it's supposed to be a celebration of technological advances and human achievements, yet the very ending in allegedly modern times barely mentions the internet!

Had an interesting experience when I walked in the first day. I get through the bag check, start walking to join the rest of the family, when I get approached by two Disney employees. They're concerned about what's in my pocket, and ask to see my pocketknife. I had my Gerber paraframe clipped onto my pocket like I do every single day of my life (except Saturday when flying, of course). I pulled it out, said, "It's my pocketknife!", and was asked to keep it hidden and leave it home next time (yeah, right). They had badges, you see... Pffft.

The rides were a lot of fun, and there was not a single ride that we didn't all go on as a family - Epcot's fine for even a five year old girl. The environmental-themed rides and shows are preachy - annoyingly so - and made even worse by the smug hypocrisy of a corporation that makes billions upon billions marketing shiny plastic crap made in China lecturing me on recycling... Take advantage of the Fast Pass system - it allows you to get on the most popular ride within 10-15 minutes, rather than 60+.

And if you can manage it? Be there the same day as the Brazilian Dance Team's Annual outing...


Now, onto some pics. Here's the kids being silly:

Chomp!



Kill Da Wabbit! Kill Da WABBIT!



BabyGirl G. got to have dinner with the princesses:


Awwwwww...



And we got to see the closing fireworks display:

Pyrotechnical!



All in all, it's been a damned good time so far.
That is all.

Woman of Many Talents...

Brigid is a modern Renaissance woman. She can fly a plane, bag a deer, and cook a meal that will have even the fussiest of eaters begging for more. There's not much this woman can't do, and if she can't do it, more than likely it'll only take a little study and she'll be doing it better than you in mere moments.

But did you know she was also a singer?

She Can Sing!

Heh. Sorry Brigid. As soon as I saw that on the giant jukebox at the hotel I knew I had to share it with the world...

That is all.

Non-Traditional Carry...

In my request for ideas for posts, several people asked about methods of carry that are outside the standard IWB/OWB.

Sigboy asks:

In the spirit of bikes and guns, what is the best way to carry firearms on a bike? Also, could you describe how to properly mount a pistol gripped shotgun on your hog?
And that prolific commenter Anonymous asks:
Here's a few off the top of my head:- carrying on vacation: pros/cons, preparation, etc. - summer carry: clothing, holsters, things that work for you.- carrying while on the motorcycle (or bicycle for that matter): a how to and how its different.


As for going to the range on the bike, I mainly don't. There's enough trouble with people and motorcycles that I really don't want to toss firearms into the mix. That said, I've got a Harley Electra Glide with hard saddle bags. A pistol or two will fit into one bag and a small range bag will fit in the other. Down the road, when I get the trunk for it, I'll be able to carry my full range kit on the bike, and will most likely bring the bike to the range more often. When it comes to carrying, I typically opt for pocket guns that won't get tossed if the unthinkable happens and I go down.

As for longarms, well, I personally wouldn't but there are plenty of options out there. For guns like ARs that can easily be broken down, a small hard case that can be strapped to a trunk lid or thrown across your back is a good bet. There are plenty of options for ATVs that should be easily adapted for other bikes as well. Or you can always go retro and get a leather scabbard for your sheathing your Thompson on your WLA...



Next up is carrying on vacation. I'm probably not the best person to ask. We take our camper for most vacations, so carrying isn't significantly different than at home. I've got a portable safe that I store my carry piece in when we're in the camper (when camping, the carry piece is always the Snubbie from Hell™. Always.) Now, for Disney, where we're flying down and staying in a decidedly anti-gun establishment, it's just more trouble than it's worth and I leave it home.

Remember: The weapon isn't dangerous; the man is.

The most important thing to remember about carrying on vacation is to know the rules of where you're vacationing. Nothing ruins a vacation like a felony charge... Be certain you know where you can and can't carry and plan your trip accordingly. Know the laws inside and out - does the state you're visiting have "safe storage" laws you should be aware of? How about carrying in bars or restaurants that serve alcohol? Carrying in a car? Do you need to tell a police officer you're carrying? "Answering" any one of these questions incorrectly can land you in a heap 'o' trouble...

There's 50 different states, and 50 different sets of rules and regulations we must be aware of.

That is all.

Monday, June 8, 2009

Teh Stoopid: It's Everywhere

I'm still compiling thoughts and pictures from our first days in Disney. Time is obviously at quite a premium, and I'm pulling together thoughts at the table in our room while the kids either bounce off the walls or drift into and out of consciousness. And Daddy, too... I want to (at least try to) get my thoughts down for each day we're here or at least each park we visit.

This struck me as too funny not to comment, though. It appears that even the Sunshine State is not immune from teh stoopid. While walking through Orlando airport, we came across this nice little water display:

Water Display in Orlando Airport

Pretty nice, huh?

Here's where teh stoopid comes in, though. These signs were posted all around the fountain:

A Closer Look

Yeah. "Wet Floor" signs surrounding a WATER DISPLAY. Ah, Florida. G-d's Waiting Room...


That is all.

North & South...

So Saturday night I went to a mini-blog meet...

When I realized that I was truly committed to bringing the kiddies to Florida to go to Disney World, I put out feelers to see if anyone in that area would be interested in getting together while I was in the area. It's not often that I venture more than an easy day's car ride from home, and figured that I might as well see if I could meet up with some of the folks in the central FLA area while I was flinging money at the Mouse anyways...

Well, wouldn't you know it, both Robb and Greg took me up on it. I knew they were in the general vicinity of where I was headed, and figured that we could meet for drinks and general socialization somewhere in the Disney metropolis. Along the way, The Big Guy from "Ask Uncle Jay" expressed interest in joining up with the group, commenter Phillip signed up (and brought his wife, that foolish brave soul); and McThag mentioned he'd be in the area as well. Robb, Greg, and I hashed out the restaurant in gchat last week, and Robb was drafted kindly volunteered to make the reservations.

Here's the group mugshot:


The UNusual Suspects

I had a phenomenal time despite the insane prices of Fulton's Crab House and the mediocre service (apparently when they know they've got a guaranteed 18% tip coming on an insanely overpriced meal they have little motivation to get the order right or deliver what you orders. Kinda like teacher's unions). This is a rather, ahem, spirited group, a motley collection of individualists, cranks, and curmudgeons the likes of which Central FLA hopes and prays will never again convene mid-state...

My kind of people, in other words.

It all started as I walked up to Fulton's after missing it the first time. Now, don't ask how I missed a giant, three-story steamboat-shaped restaurant, but I did... I recognized Greg first, because, well, I've seen his picture before and he was there with his wife Beth, and generally the females of the species have a greater aversion to going to meet random armed strangers in out-of-the-way venues. Go figure.

And then I saw this guy:

Mr. NoPants Himself

Robb freakin' Allen. Dude's shot with Caleb, Tam, and Todd effin' Jarrett. Designed the kickass banner for The Bredalucion. Right there, in living color. To meet... me?

Honored would be the understatement of the year.

He's as funny in person as he is in his blog, and that's saying a helluva lot. I naturally felt compelled to ratchet my own personal jackass joker up to 11, as usual... Jabs, barbs, and good natured ribbing were the order of the evening, along with a heaping helping of snark, sarcasm, and general bile piled on liberals, fools, and slow kitchen help... Let's leave it at this: at one point in the evening, Robb commented that he had to wait to make sure I wasn't talking before he felt safe taking a drink of anything, lest it exit his nostrils...

And the rest of the group were no slouches, either. Greg and Beth are charming, incredibly nice folks; Jay is larger-than-life and was pretty much exactly what I'd pictured. I'd never read McThag before, but he had us in stitches as he regaled us with stories of his misspent youth - like being detained for "impersonating an officer" because he drove a Ford Crown Vic and carried a Glock. And had a 6" spiked blue mohawk at the time. Plus he's just a handsome devil sporting that shaved head/goatee look that's so popular with all the bloggers these days...

Heh. That reminds me of one of the recurring jokes of the evening. Apparently this weekend was "Gay Days" at Disney - there were rainbow Mickey pins and red shirts everywhere in the greater Orlando area. Now, I've got nothing against homosexuals, but the whole "Hey, we want to be treated like everyone else, so here's a symbolic movement with the sole purpose of drawing as much attention to us as possible" scene escapes me). Throughout the night, someone would chime in at the end of an anecdote with "but only for this week" (or "just not this week") as the kicker...

Positive reviews of the meet (but not the venue; sounds like the March Blogmeet for AD) abound, so it appears a good time was had by all, or at least most. I know I had a great time, and my only regret is that I didn't have an entire day to spend where we could have hit the range for a bit, too... Maybe the next time I come to Disney?

Thanks again to everyone who was there, and a special thanks go to Robb for actually wearing pants...

That is all.

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Meditations on Traveling...

I originally wrote these two posts as separate entities while trying to occupy my mind on the plane so I wouldn't think about being terrified of flying... I decided it ought to all meld together as my meditations on my travels...



Thoughts from Logan…

Well, that was a whole lot of worry for nothing… Made it to the airport exactly on time; walked literally right up to the JetBlue counter and checked our bags; didn’t wait *too* long at the TSA checkpoint; even had friendly and courteous TSA personnel… Kids had breakfast inside the terminal (TheBoy ate about half what he ordered, claimed to be “full”, then glued his nose to the window watching planes take off and land. I was not, however, going to drop $8 on WiFi for a half-hour’s worth of access…

With any kind of luck, there will be a bookend for this post when we arrive safely in Orlando…




In the Air…

Okay. I am still scared silly by flying. The pitch and yaw of the plane, the change in altitude, the variations in velocity; it all petrifies me. Interestingly enough, working on posts helps quite a bit - takes my focus off the bumps and jounces of turbulence. TheBoy thinks that flying is the greatest thing since sliced bread, which is really cool - it means I’ve managed to properly conceal my terror.

The flight so far (we’re not even halfway into it as I type this) has been uneventful; the turbulence has been minimal even though we flew out in less-than-perfect weather. It’s been a godsend in that both kids have behaved exemplary so far and do not seem perturbed by the experience. The silly kiddies actually look like they enjoy it!

Quote of the day from TheBoy:
“Daddy?”

“Yeah buddy?”

“So far, this is the best day of my life”

Well, not so much for Daddy (although I do have to say it‘s turning out a lot better than I thought it would!). I remain a giant chicken who believes that if man were meant to fly he’d have been given wings… Or at least a jetpack




The flight really was uneventful; only a few moments of turbulence as we climbed to cruising altitude and then on the way back down. TheBoy loved flying; it's hard to believe he's my son in that regard... I'm guessing I did a good job of concealing my abject terror, as he was calm and cool the whole flight long. The worst part of the flight happened after we landed - the weather got nasty and we were stuck on the tarmac waiting for the lightning to stop. Apparently it wasn't safe for the ground crews to be out and doing their thing in the lightning - however it was all peachy for the folks sitting in the giant metal tube...

We eventually made it to the hotel, got squared away, and checked into our room. It's very nice, and actually a little bigger than we had been led to believe/feared; certainly adequate for our purposes. The only drawback is that it appears to be located somewhere in Terra Haute, given the amount of time the bus takes to get to any of the major hot spots in the Disneyverse... After checking in we hit the pool, then went to Downtown Disney to poke around in shops and have dinner at Planet Hollywood.

After which I met up with Greg & Beth, The Big Guy, numerous commenters, and the one, the only, Robb Allen; a ,eeting which must be detailed separately to cover the awesomeness...

That is all.

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Au Revoir...

'Cuz I'm 'a' leavin', on a jet plane...

See you in sunny FLA folks, provided the big metal bird doesn't crater back to earth as a monumentous gravity FAIL...

Hoping to post more later today once I get to the hotel room and get things squared away. I'm biting the bullet and opting for the ten beans a day for in-room internet access and dragging the Eee along (if all goes well, I might even have a post at least composed in the air!). The plan is to have a mix of pre-loaded posts and live (almost) Disney blogging, with pictures and a synopsis of the day's events.

We shall see - the best-laid plans of mice and men, etc.

In any case, blogging will be lighter-than-usual for the week and certainly less topical and more self-introspective. But on the plus side, I foresee many cute kid pics - and tomorrow, hopefully, an AAR of the Orlando mini-blogger meet!

For now, though, I gird my loins and brace to meet the enemy in battle...

That is all.

Friday, June 5, 2009

Vacation Reading List...

So in the very nick of time a package arrived yesterday. It was a care package from my good friend Heath (he of the Fu-Stache) containing some reading material for the plane rides to/from Orlando and for downtime/evenings etc. I'd already picked up a couple books for that purpose, so it looks like I've got plenty of reading material to bring with me:

  • "On Killing" by Lt. Col. Dave Grossman (I figure this will be a good one to read if I get an annoying seatmate)
  • "To Sail Beyond the Sunset" by Robert A. Heinlein
  • "Monster Hunter International" by Larry Correia
  • "Time Enough for Love" by Robert A. Heinlein

I figure one book on the flight down, one on the flight back and two over the week I'm down ought to tide me over. I got the two Heinlein books about a week ago, and have been chompin' at the bit to tear into the stories of Lazarus Long and Maureen Johnson. And I've wanted to read MHI forever (thanks Heath!)...

So, what other books do y'all recommend for light vacation reading?

That is all.

Don't Look Now...

But I think The World's Most Dangerous Librarian has a birthday today...

Happy birthday to one of my favorite bloggers!

That is all.

Friday Fun Thread: Bad News Boyfriend Cars

In my request for topics, Lissa had a real winner for a Friday Fun Thread:
How about the top-ten worst cars that Baby G's first boyfriend might drive? Might be a cross between muscle cars and liberal pansymobiles :)

Oh yeah. Here's a list I can really get into... Here's the list of cars that, were they to pull up in front of my house in anticipation of a night out with my daughter, will result in this getting posted on the door:

1. Conversion van. Doesn't matter if it's a Ford, Chevy, or Dodge. If her beau pulls up in a conversion van, he's leaving without BabyGirl G.

2. Trans Am/Camaro. No. No way in hell. My little princess is not getting into a mulletmobile. Not while there's still breath drawing across my ribcage...

3. Mitsubishi Eclipse/anything of the "Fast 'n' Furious" ilk. If her prospective boyfriend thinks wild fender flares, tall spoilers, ground effects, and a coffee can muffler will improve his car, he's not boyfriend material.

4. Toyota Prius. Oh hell no. No tofuista, Save-Mother-Gaia patchouli-smelling hippie is taking my little girl out. Especially if he starts off by lecturing me about my carbon footprint...

5. Ford Crown Victoria. While at first blush this might appear to be a good choice - as it's both safe and may indicate at least a passing appreciation for safety - a closer inspection reveals a back seat that could easily result in early grandparenthood. No.

6. BMW 5-series. Either he's a spoiled rich kid or he's got majorly whacked priorities if he's dropping more money on his car that I drop on mine. Ain't gonna fly.

7. Chevy pickup with lift kit. Err, no. She's not going to spend her evening shooting rats at the dump. Well, not with anyone that's not her daddy...

8. VW Microbus. Same objection as the Prius - no hippies - but with the added negative of being a van. All the downsides of the smugmobile, the hippie hauler, *and* the love machine van. No. No. No.

9. Subaru Outback. Especially if it has a ratio of 0bama bumper stickers:rust spots greater than 1. Subaru either appeals to hippies who want something they can haul their pets in or guys going through a midlife crisis who still need four doors for the kids. Neither is date-worthy.

10. Limosine. If he's that desperate that he has to rent a freakin' limo, he's too desperate to be around my little princess. He gets bodily ejected from the house if it's a stretched Hummer or Expedition limo...


Okay, so there's my list of cars NOT to be driving if you come to my house with the intention of taking out my daughter. All will get you turned away at the door; some will get you stern, disapproving looks; and others might just tempt me to take a shot atcha...

What other cars can y'all think of for this list?

That is all.

Friday Gun Pr0n #114

Seems like everyone's talking about Derringers these days, so I figured I'd show mine off:


FIE Derringer


That's an FIE Derringer in .38 Special. It's one of of the pot metal wonders that Tam mentions in her comment to T-bolt's post, a true "Saturday night special" I picked up basically because I think derringers are neat and this functioning handgun was actually cheaper than a replica. And there's no truth to the rumor that I picked it up because Elvis was known to have carried an FIE derringer...

It's woefully inaccurate (like you're lucky if both shots stay on a silhouette target at 25'); surprisingly heavy for its size; only takes standard .38 Special (no +P in this gun unless you want to imitate a grenade...); basically, there are dozens if not hundreds of other guns that do what this gun is intended to do much better...

But y'know what? I think it's kinda cool.

That is all.

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Doin' It Wrong...

Obama in Egypt reaches out to Muslim world
(CNN) -- President Obama delivered his long-awaited and wide-ranging speech Thursday on American and Muslim relations, offering a hand of friendship to Islam and addressing an array of quandaries and conflicts dividing the two cultures.

He's offering the "hand of friendship" to a people who see that as the supreme sign of weakness. This is going to cost us, dearly, in the coming years as our enemies plot and plan. Knowing that the resolve of the American people is a fleet and fickle thing, and that policy can change in the casting of a ballot, what will they do? Especially with a porous border that no one (except the average American) wants to close...

Record deficits, soaring inflation, sucking up to Middle Eastern potentates, a collapsed housing market... No wonder this guy's got Jimmuh Carter going to bat for him...

That is all.

Decisions, Decisions...

Reader Richard e-mailed me a while back asking some questions about the Curio & Relics License (Class 03 FFL). I'd mentioned having my C&R license once or twice, and he was curious about the process and whether I thought it was worth it. For the record, the answer is an unqualified "Yes" - I've saved more than triple the cost of the license ($30 for three years!) from MidwayUSA alone!

So, seemingly out of the blue, I get the following e-mail:
Jay;
It came- My C&R licence arrived in the mail today- wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
What to buy first??!!!
Richard

Heh. Heheheheheheheheheheh... Another gun nut forever consigned to Ramen Noodles and the quest for the perfect Mosin Nagant 91/30... I dashed off the following quick reply, wanted to get a few ideas out lest I forget to respond to the e-mail (which I sometimes do, a thousand pardons, mea maxima culpa...):
Congrats Richard!

As to what to buy first, I'd recommend starting with any and all C&R eligible semi-autos:

SKS rifles
CZ-82
CZ-52
CZ-70 (some places don't consider them C&R. others do)
Browning Hi-Powers (although most places want more than is prudent owing to historical significance. This goes for Colt 1911s too).

For other firearms, I'd go with classic rifles first:

Mauser K98
Schmidt Rubin K31
Springfield 1903
Any of the Enfields

Hey, with your permission I'd like to turn this into a blog post. I have a feeling my cruffler readers might have some suggestions too!

Best regards,

Jay G.
MArooned




Now that I've had some time to reflect (and peruse my copies of the latest fliers...), I'd like to expand my list if I may. I'll split it into rifles and handguns, with further divisions as warranted.

Rifles:

SKS rifle - ideally two or even three. I can see a time in the not-so-distant future where we'll look back on $250 Yugo SKSs as the "good ol' days" much like we currently look back on $300 AK clones and $600 ARs...

Mauser K98 - the bolt action rifle that spawned a million sporters... They're not making any more of these, and for $200 - $300 it's the most accurate rifle you can get for triple the money. Milsurp 8mm ammo is still dirt cheap (Under $300 for 1K rounds). If you need to stick to a budget, a Czech VZ-24, Yugo M24/47, or a Turk Mauser can fill the bill.

Then there's the entire Mosin-Nagant family, all in 7.62X54mmR caliber:

Model 91/30
Model 91/59
Model M44 carbine
Model 38 carbine

Or the many permutations of the Lee-Enfield British boltie:

Short Magazine Lee-Enfield Mk I
Short Magazine Lee-Enfield Mk II
Short Magazine Lee-Enfield Mk III
Rifle No. 4 Mk I
Rifle No. 4 Mk 2

And for the price-conscious, one of the Ishapore .308 models gets you a bare bones bolt-action .308 Win rifle...

Pricey choices are Winchester 1897 (12 gauge), Finnish Model 1939 (7.62X54mmR), M1 Carbine (although these are almost universally cheaper through CMP), or an MN 91/30 sniper repro.


Pistols:

Colt 1911 (WWI/WWII vintage)
Browning Hi-Power
Any Colt Pocket model or 1903/1908
Baby Browning
Walther P38
Walter PP
Colt Official Police/Police Positive
CZ-82
CZ-52
Tokarev TT

Pricier choices are Broomhandle Mausers, Lugers, break-top Smith & Wessons, or Army model S&Ws (M&P, the original) or Colts (US Model 1917).


So there's my list of possibilities for the new cruffler. What else should Richard be looking to buy with his shiny new C&R license?

That is all.

Conflicted...

I was going to comment on this story:

7 hurt when car hits Plymouth crowd

PLYMOUTH - It was supposed to be a solemn day. Scores of veterans and friends had gathered yesterday afternoon at a scenic overlook at Plymouth Harbor for a ceremony welcoming a traveling war memorial, when an elderly woman lost control of her minivan, jumped a curb, and plowed into the crowd.

At least seven people were brought to Jordan Hospital for treatment for bruises and chest pains, among other conditions. Police said none of the injuries were life-threatening, and the car was not traveling fast. But the incident was the second in as many days involving an elderly driver losing control of a car, terrifying a crowd of people.

When it dawned on me that I would be using the same tactics as the anti-gunners use against gunnies. Take an isolated incident, find another quasi-related incident to whip up public frenzy, then scream for legislation to "save the children". Well, okay, I wasn't really going to whip up any frenzy (maybe just a little), but I wanted to point out that we have yet another instance of an elderly person losing control of their vehicle and hurting innocent people.

Instead, I'll merely point out that I have harmed fewer people with my guns than either driver in the recent stories. Why, it's almost like the tool itself is irrelevant, but that it's the person wielding the tool that must be forever vigilant and careful. I know that's a difficult concept for folks like Sarah Brady to grasp - the idea that it's the person at fault, not the inanimate object.

One does have to wonder, though. Had it been gun owners harming random people through carelessness, inattention, or recklessness, we'd have heard an near-endless stream of politicians, do-gooders, and other public nuisances declaring that "something must be done" about these irresponsible gun owners. Why is it that we let slide stories of injury, destruction, and even deaths when it involves automobiles, yet when it's an accident involving a firearm (like the unfortunate boy in Westwood at the machine gun shoot), the howls of righteous indignation are deafening?

Why, it's almost like the politicians only grandstand when it's a "safe" target of ire!

In any case, the thing to remember is that we need always be careful. Whether you're behind the wheel of your 3,000 pound automobile or about to send rounds downrange, taking an extra moment or two to assess your surroundings and abilities is always a good idea. Listen to that little voice in your head that says "Aren't you a little tired to be driving?" or "Are you certain that the range is clear?" Ounce of prevention/pound of cure, that sort of thing.

Above all, don't let a moment's distraction provide an anti - of any stripe - with another anecdote about why [GROUP X] can't be trusted and must be banned/regulated/further taxed...

That is all.

A Father's Nightmare...

I honestly don't know what I would do in this case:

Brazilian judge suspends order to reunite boy, American father
RIO DE JANEIRO, Brazil (CNN) -- A Brazilian supreme court judge on Tuesday suspended a lower court's order that would have given custody of a 9-year-old boy to the U.S. Consulate in Rio de Janeiro, where he was to be reunited with his American father.

David Goldman has been fighting for custody of his son, Sean, since the boy's mother took him to Brazil in 2004.

Judge Marco Aurelio argued against taking Sean Richard Goldman from what has been his home for almost five years to the United States "in an abrupt manner."
As opposed to the perfectly normal manner in which his mother took him from his father and fled to Brazil, right Judge? This is insanity, plain and simple. The boy was kidnapped by his mother; taken out of the country away from his father; and held in a foreign land against his father's wishes. The mother died last year, leaving the boy with the man who his mother left his father for in the first place; the man who will now be his guardian.

Now, here's another angle. That boy is an American citizen. He's being held in a foreign country against the wishes of his father, who should have had custody of him when his mother passed away. When are we sending in the Marines to rescue young Sean?

I wouldn't hold my breath...


In a different but somewhat tangentially related note, I had a realization when Mrs. G. was pregnant with TheBoy. At pretty much any time in that pregnancy, she could have gone to an abortion clinic and terminated that pregnancy - ended my son's life - and that wasn't a single damned thing I could do about it*. That's a scary thought.

Look, I know the whole "her body, her choice" argument. I don't buy it when it's two consenting adults deciding to have a child together - it's more than just her decision. But in today's America, there's only one person who has the power to take that unborn child's life, and that's wrong. My choice - my choice as the child's father - meant absolutely nothing.

And please, spare us the "womb-slave" crap. When the decision was made to conceive a child, that argument goes out the window. She makes her choice; it becomes something larger than herself. That's what happens. It's a biological necessity that the woman bear the child, and there's nothing the man can do about that fact. When a couple makes that monumentous - and life-changing - decision to procreate, it becomes more than "my body, my choice" - her choice is made.

Yet there are no provisions for the wishes of the father in any of this process.

I make no bones about being pro-life. I concede that there are reasons for keeping abortion legal - very few, mind you - but ever since seeing the ultrasound of my son at some 20 weeks gestation I have been unable to accept it as a "parasite" or "lump of cells" that the pro-choice advocates would like to classify the developing embryo. There's a time and a place for terminating the pregnancy, and that's before it ever starts.

The concept of abortion as birth control should be consigned to the dung heap of history.

That is all.

*At no point whatsoever in either pregnancy did Mrs. G. ever ponder abortion; it's just a thought that popped into my head when I saw that ultrasound. I loved that little person so very much, so completely and thoroughly with every fiber of my being that the thought of anything harming him became the very bane of my existence...

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Being Number One...

...beats number two anyday, don't it?

I am the number one Google hit for the search term "douchebag Escalade".

Aim high, Jay...

That is all.

Give Us This Day, Our Daily PSH...

Police add assault rifles across the state

The odds that a local police officer in Massachusetts has access to a military-grade assault rifle, whether in the trunk of a cruiser or at a police station, are far stronger than authorities have previously revealed.

Some 82 cities and towns across the Commonwealth have introduced a total of 1,057 such rifles to their arsenals over the last decade, state public safety officials confirmed yesterday, many of them acquired in recent years in response to the fear of terrorist attacks.

ZOMG! They have teh eeeevil ASSAULT RIFLES!!!1111 Whatever shall we do?!?!?

I honestly don't know what to make of this. They're talking about this like it's something new; like we haven't seen police agencies undergoing further and further militarization for like, oh, the past twenty or thirty years. Like police with semi-automatic rifles is something new...

I particularly loved this part:
"The very fact community police are being equipped with semi-automatic weapons without a public discussion of the possible political and social implications is unfortunately a major step backwards in terms of Massachusetts' national reputation for promoting progressive law enforcement strategy," said the Rev. Eugene Rivers, pastor of the Azusa Christian Community and co-founder of the Boston Ten-Point Coalition.

Police are being equipped with semi-automatic weapons? Who knew? I mean, it's not like the Glock hasn't been a standard issue police sidearm for like 25 years now. It's not like agencies didn't have access to semi-automatic weapons for decades upon decades. The out-and-out fear-mongering is quite strong in this piece, even for the Globe.

I *am* concerned, however, with the overall tone of this piece. It's like they're no longer content with going after civilian ownership of semi-automatic rifles and have set their sights higher, on all non-military ownership. It absolutely boggles my mind why on earth any responsible news agency would lobby for such a plan, having covered other areas of the world where only the government owns the rifles. It's not like we don't have ample precedent for disaster when the people are totally disarmed...

But then again, who ever said the Globe was responsible journalism?

That is all.

Predictable...

Elderly Driver Crashes Car Into Danvers Wal-Mart
An elderly driver slammed his car into a Wal-Mart in Danvers Tuesday morning, hitting a mother and her child.

The 93-year-old driver, Louis Vesprini of Danvers, and his 90-year-old wife were in their Toyota Camry when it plowed through the front of the store and hit the woman and her 1-year-old girl.

I do find it rather amazing that the Camry wasn't accused of magic acceleration. These stories seem to be chock-full of cars that mysteriously accelerated on their own to attack some defenseless store. The fact that the median age of the drivers involved is north of 80 has nothing to do with it, of course...

On the morning news, one of the state legislators was grandstanding on this story, calling for mandatory re-testing of drivers over the age of 85. This comes up every single time some whitehead plows into a store and sends a bunch of people to the hospital, and every single time it dies a lonely death. No one wants to touch the AARP lobby; no one wants to stick their neck out and risk angering the one group that will reliably go to the polls and vote your stupid ass out...

On a personal level, I remember driving with my grandfather, G-d rest his soul. It was a truly frightening experience - the man didn't know the meaning of "STOP" or "right of way", he just kept on truckin' like he was the only vehicle on the road. We probably should have taken away his license in his final years, but it's hard - you're then responsible for arranging transportation and such. And he was under 85, so this proposed legislation wouldn't have affected him anyways...

I know since I got my license a million years ago they've changed the conditions under which younger drivers can take the road (16½-18 you can't have any non-family passengers, etc.). We put extra restrictions on younger drivers due to their inexperience; shouldn't we also have similar cautions on our elderly drivers because of their advanced age? Right now, as long as they pass the eye test they get their license renewed, with no accounting for the dulling of reflexes.

How many more Wal-Marts must become drive-thrus before we take action?

That is all.

Shootie Meme!

Shameless "borrowed" from Brigid, it's the "22 Things I've Learned from Shooting" meme:


22. Shooting under pressure is hard.

21. I need to shoot more.

20. Shooting with friends is different than shooting alone. Not better or worse - both have their plusses and minuses - but different.

19. Shootin' stuff is fun.

18. Bayonetting stuff is fun, too, but doesn't build any particularly useful skills. It is, however, wonderful stress relief.

17. No matter how many times I shoot a tight grouping, I never get tired of it.

16. I need to shoot more.

15. Shooting a tight grouping is a lot harder than you'd think.

14. Switching from target shooting to defensive practice (or the reverse) generally does not work for me - I need to focus on one or the other, and bring similar arms on respective outings.

13. I shoot rifles a lot better than I shoot handguns.

12. I shoot revolvers better than semi-autos.

11. I need to shoot more.

10. Rapid-fire drills happen a lot less frequently with ammo scarce and expensive.

9. .22LR is a godsend with ammo scarce and expensive, although even that is getting more pricey and harder to find.

8. Going through the ammo locker and finding 50 round boxes of .380 ACP with a price tag at $8 makes me cry.

7. Even with several safes full of guns, there are some that come to the range every single time, and others that only get out once a year.

6. I need to shoot more.

5. Target shooting is a lot of fun, especially with reactive targets. 4" orange skeet clays on the 25 yard pistol berm are challenging and rewarding.

4. Defensive training isn't much fun, but the most necessary for those that carry.

3. Bringing a new shooter to the range is the way we save the sport we love. Defeating the fear and ignorance wrought by the media and the politicians by simply letting a noob in on the joy of shooting is the way we win.

2. Shooting - a.k.a. "recoil therapy" - is the best way I can think of to relax. "There's no such thing as 'stress' when you're shooting a Magnum-caliber handgun" is one of my personal mantras.

1. I need to shoot more.



So, what have you learned from shooting?

That is all.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

This Just In...

Heller is apparently out the window in these times of Hopenchange...

Money quote:
One function of the second amendment is to prevent the national government from interfering with state militias.

Still pushing that "Second amendment only means the states are allowed to have militias" nonsense we see... Anyone want to place any bets at how an 0bama-stacked USSC will rule on this? Assuming, of course, that they even deign to issue a ruling...

Some folks think the Supremes will have to take the case, given the split between the 9th circuit ruling and this ruling. And while Satomayor may or may not vote the same way Souter would have voted, I'm still not terribly optimistic.

Remember, after all, "We won".

That is all.

Thanks to Unc for the link.

Thought Question...

Much has been made about the recent fact that the recent spate of government-sponsored Chrysler dealership closings and the political affiliations of the people who ran said dealerships. It appears that the number of Republican-donating dealerships that were closed outnumbered the number of Democrat-donating dealerships by more than a 3-1 margin.

A defense has been offered that car dealerships are overwhelmingly Republican-owned; personally, I don't buy it. Car dealerships exist for one reason and one reason only: to make money. With the American population pretty much evenly split between parties, it doesn't make good financial sense for that large of a disparity to exist.

That aside, here's where the question comes in:

Assume for a moment that a memo were to surface, one as crudely and obviously fake as the memo allegedly attributed to Bush's National Guard commander claiming Bush failed to show for Guard duty. Said memo might be from a low-level White House staffer or even anonymous. Assume the context to be something innocuous yet alluding to "payback" or somesuch. Here's the question:

How many seconds worth of airtime do you think 60 Minutes would give this memo?

I'm wagering it would be a number somewhere between 0 and 0...

(For the record, I believe it was more of a case that there were more people arguing against the closure of Democratically-connected dealerships than the reverse).

That is all.

Can I Just Say...

...that news like this doesn't make me feel any better about getting into the big metal flying bus in four days?

Air France: Missing plane probably crashed into Atlantic
PARIS, France (CNN) -- The jet carrying 228 people from Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, that disappeared overnight as it entered an area of strong turbulence probably crashed into the Atlantic Ocean, the CEO of Air France said Monday.

The first three hours of what was to have been an 11-hour flight appear to have been uneventful, CEO Pierre-Henri Gourgeon said.

But about 4:15 a.m. Paris time, Flight 447's automatic system began a four-minute exchange of messages to the company's maintenance computers, indicating that "several pieces of aircraft equipment were at fault or had broken down," he said.

Yeah. This is exactly what I need to hear right now. I really need to hear that a plane got "lost" and more than likely crashed into the fucking ocean. Why not toss in some hijackers and a rabid pitbull with AIDS while we're at it? Maybe some ninja monkeys carrying a vector for the flesh-eating virus just for good measure.

Look, I know the statistics. I'm something like ten thousand times more likely to get killed riding my Harley than in an aiplane. Yes. The logical side of my brain knows the facts; that air travel is complete safe, blah blah blah. But that's not the side that controls my sphincter; that wakes me up in the middle of the night screaming AAAUUUUGGGHHHH I AM GETTING ON A FUCKING PLANE BUILT BY THE LOWEST BIDDER...

Okay, I feel better now... Four more days...

That is all.

Imagine...

Imagine if the political parties and races were reversed in this story:

Charges Against 'New Black Panthers' Dropped by Obama Justice Dept.
Charges brought against three members of the New Black Panther Party for Self-Defense under the Bush administration have been dropped by the Obama Justice Department, FOX News has learned.

The charges stemmed from an incident at a Philadelphia polling place on Election Day 2008 when three members of the party were accused of trying to threaten voters and block poll and campaign workers by the threat of force -- one even brandishing what prosecutors call a deadly weapon.

Yeah. Replace "Black Panther Party" with Ku Klux Klan and Bush administration after "charges dropped by" and see how loudly the howling gets... I don't care which side of the ideological fence you happen to sit on; when you have people in quasi-military uniforms brandishing weapons outside of a polling place, that's something that has absolutely no place in the United States of America.

That the 0bama administration is declining to prosecute speaks volumes about their views on "justice". That the media is allowing this to slip under the rug is nothing short of unconscionable, especially in light of how they would treat the story were the political affiliations reversed. The silence on the left is predictable; sadly, so is the silence on the right. We're so afraid of being labeled as "racists" that we're afraid to address simple, basic, clear-cut violations of our laws because of the pigment of the perpetrators.

That's how banana republics and third-world dictatorships operate - not America.

That is all.

Monday, June 1, 2009

Central FLA Blogger Meet-up...

Well, it looks like things are shaping up for a nice little informal meeting of bloggers in central FLA during my impending visit to the land of the mouse. Right now we've got:

Robb Allen
Greg and Beth
The Big Guy
commenter Phillip

meeting me at Downtown Disney for an evening of adult libations.

(And since I'll be fresh off a plane ride with two small children, I'll be ready to consume a few frosty malt beveraged...)

The plan right now is to meet at Fulton's Crab House in Downtown Disney at 8:00 PM. Robb has generously agreed to call for reservations, so if you could let him or me know if you will be attending, that will help immeasurably...

Hope to see y'all there!

That is all.

More Viciousity...

Vicious Circle #11 is up. Alan, pdb, breda, Stingray & LabRat (who gives good rant BTW), TD, Squeaky, and Unix-Jedi talk about accents and linguistic pet peeves.

I even own up to my own faux pas. Hint: HyperBowl...

That is all.

Lost Somewhere In Time

Mountainside monument
Around midnight on June 20, 1944, a military transport en route from England to Washington, D.C., took on fuel in Newfoundland, and then roared off into the darkness and vanished before first light.

The Douglas C-54A Skymaster went missing with a crew of six and one star-crossed hitchhiker, an Army Air Forces sergeant trying to get home on leave.

Were it not for some astute detective work, Flight 277 might not have been found for years. It had crashed 70 miles off course, in Maine, on one of the most inaccessible wilderness mountains in the East.

Read the whole article, it's pretty interesting. Flying out of a northern airfield in poor conditions, a slight navigational error led to a plane crashing in the remote mountains of upstate Maine. Owing to the remoteness of the location of the crash, the airplane has remained in place for some 65 years.

{snark}It's surprising that - since it's the Globe after all - they don't blame a Bush for the crash.{/snark}

This is the sort of thing that absolutely fascinates me - much like the "Lost Squadron" of P38s that was found under hundreds of feet of ice in Greenland or the "Frozen in Time" B29 bomber recovered at the North Pole. This is living history, not the sterile stuff of books but the nitty gritty, dirty history; it's history that leaks oil, history with sharp edges, history that you can feel and smell and touch.

Like finding the proverbial unmolested '57 Chevy in a widow's barn, these finds provide glimpses into the past unlike any other. They are not tainted by human bias; they neither preach nor lecture; they just are. I'd love to visit that airplane in Maine, to gaze upon a piece of our nation's history, a reminder of a different time in a different America.

It's the same sort of feeling I get when I pick up my grandfather's Marlin 336.

That is all.

And Then There Were Two...

GM to head into bankruptcy

NEW YORK (CNNMoney.com) -- General Motors, the nation's largest automaker and for decades an icon of American manufacturing, stood on the brink of a bankruptcy filing and a de facto government takeover on Monday.

A bankruptcy petition will be filed at 8 a.m., according to a source with direct knowledge of the bankruptcy proceedings.
Somebody remind me again how many billions of taxpayer dollars we shoveled into the steamroom of this Titanic because it was "too big to fail"?

On second thought, please don't. I'd like to keep down what little breakfast I've been able to stomach. Now, it's barely five months into the 0bama administration. It would be dishonest to place the blame for the largest bankruptcy in American history solely on Barack 0bama, as the underpinnings for this failure were laid many years ago:

Vega
Nova
Citation
Lumina
Caprice
Camaro
(the last two specifically GM's ceding of the full-size car and muscle car markets to Ford).
Aztec
Saturn
(specifically how GM managed to turn the single best American car company into YET ANOTHER CLONE in less than, what, five years?)

GM's had this coming for a long time. It does make one wonder, though, how the headlines would read had they filed a year ago rather than now...

That is all.

Help A Blogger Out...

As y'all may have guessed, I'm going to be out of regular contact starting Saturday. I'd like to have a couple of posts for your enjoyment each day, with the intention of posting a vacation/Disney related post each day in addition.

However, with all of the preparation for the trip, my brain has pretty much turned to tapioca...

As such, I'm having trouble coming up with topics about which to expound. That's where your help is needed. What hard-hitting topics would you like me to cover? What questions do you need answered? Cars, guns, motorcycles, you name it.

Here's your chance to stump the MAhole.

That is all.