Liberty is an inherently offensive lifestyle. Living in a free society guarantees that each one of us will see our most cherished principles and beliefs questioned and in some cases mocked. That psychic discomfort is the price we pay for basic civic peace. It's worth it. It's a pragmatic principle. Defend everyone else's rights, because if you don't there is no one to defend yours. -- MaxedOutMama

I don't just want gun rights... I want individual liberty, a culture of self-reliance....I want the whole bloody thing. -- Kim du Toit

The most glaring example of the cognitive dissonance on the left is the concept that human beings are inherently good, yet at the same time cannot be trusted with any kind of weapon, unless the magic fairy dust of government authority gets sprinkled upon them.-- Moshe Ben-David

The cult of the left believes that it is engaged in a great apocalyptic battle with corporations and industrialists for the ownership of the unthinking masses. Its acolytes see themselves as the individuals who have been "liberated" to think for themselves. They make choices. You however are just a member of the unthinking masses. You are not really a person, but only respond to the agendas of your corporate overlords. If you eat too much, it's because corporations make you eat. If you kill, it's because corporations encourage you to buy guns. You are not an individual. You are a social problem. -- Sultan Knish

All politics in this country now is just dress rehearsal for civil war. -- Billy Beck

Saturday, October 09, 2004

Light to No Blogging this Weekend

I'm calling a big two-day International Handgun Metallic Silhouette Association match this weekend. I get up at about 5:30AM, get to the range about 7:30AM and get home about 5:30PM. The match is being run by others, but I volunteered to be the range master for it, which means I sit in the observation tower and call out the instructions to the shooters and target setters. It's not really physically stressful, but I'm still tired and sunburned when I get home. (You'd be surprised how much light reflects off the desert, and how much of it you get even sitting in the shade, over eight hours.)

Anyway, no long drawn-out posts this weekend, no links to stuff that will raise your blood pressure, nada. Just me out at the range with a bunch of old farts reliving our better days when we could actually see (and hit!) those damned steel turkeys 150 yards off, over the iron sights of our single-shot pistols.

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