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

Saturday, March 31, 2012

You Will Cry

Or there's something wrong with your soul:



Found at var/log/otto.

Oh, and fuck PETA.

Thursday, March 29, 2012

It's Not About Me

But in a way, it is.

Like (apparently) a lot of gunbloggers, "I have very few friends in meatspace". I "know" a lot more people through my interaction with them in the interwebs than I do in person. When, as it happens, someone I "know" or "know of" dies, I feel the loss. The first time this happened to me was when Acidman passed in 2006. When Cathy Siepp died in 2007 I was affected, not because I had ever corresponded with her, but because I'd read so much of what she'd written.

William the Coroner passed away in November. I had listened to William on Vicious Circle, and had seen his comments at other blogs. I had read a few of his posts, but I didn't "know" him. When Neptunis Lex recently perished in a plane crash, I didn't comment because I hadn't really read his blog and really didn't "know" him either, but both of these men had significant effects on people I do know, and I mourned their loss.

Today we hear that Newbius has joined the ranks of of Bloggers of the Great Beyond. Again, I didn't read Newbius, and I've never met him, but when I clicked over to his blog and saw his blogroll I was taken aback. Under "Deep Thoughts" he has listed only seven blogs, and mine is one of them. The other six are extremely fine company to be in.

And I had no idea. I am honored that he thought well enough of my work to put TSM on his short list. I am abashed that I did not "know" him well enough to be aware of that fact.

I wish I'd gotten a chance to meet the man, and try his pizza. Dammit.

I think I'll pass on his recommendation:
Stop reading this and go hug somebody important to you. Do it now.
Fair winds, Newbius.

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Busy

No free ice cream for you.  I'm out of town on a job, and it looks like I'll be busier than a one-legged man in a butt-kicking contest for the next several days.  On the plus side, I've got an überpost brewing in the back of my head that might get out in the next week or six.  On the minus side, it won't be upbeat and inspirational. 

In good news, it looks like I'm going to be able to go to the upcoming Dallas area blogshoot on April 21. Another opportunity to meet fellow bloggers and shoot guns! Gas expenses will be stiff, but what the hey. The Mustang gets pretty good mileage.

Anybody else from Arizona going? I'm planning on driving over in one day on Friday the 20th, and taking it easy coming back, Sunday and Monday the 22nd & 23rd. It's about 15 hours each way. (Same as Reno, interestingly enough...)

I haven't been to DFW area since 2004. It'll be nice to go back.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

To the Nice Checkout Lady at Lowe's

The story you were looking for is, in fact, in The Science Fiction Hall of Fame, Vol. 1. It is Clifford D. Simak's The Huddling Place from 1944.

And yes, the T-shirt I was wearing today is still available at Cafe Press.

Remember, It's a Feature, not a Bug!

Today Instapundit linked to a WSJ piece, Escape From a North Korean Prison, the story of Shin Dong-hyuk, a North Korean man born in a concentration camp, who escaped to South Korea in 2005. It was an interesting coincidence, because my wife and I had just watched the 2009 documentary Kimjongilia, which included Mr. Shin's story among several others.

The WSJ piece was written by Blaine Hardin, author of the forthcoming book Excape from Camp 14, a longer exploration of Mr. Shin's life.

Britain's Guardian newspaper also has the story, How one man escaped from a North Korean prison camp with a bit more detail. Excerpt:
His first memory is an execution. He walked with his mother to a wheat field, where guards had rounded up several thousand prisoners. The boy crawled between legs to the front row, where he saw guards tying a man to a wooden pole

Shin In Geun was four years old, too young to understand the speech that came before that killing. At dozens of executions in years to come, he would listen to a guard telling the crowd that the prisoner about to die had been offered "redemption" through hard labour, but had rejected the generosity of the North Korean government.

Guards stuffed pebbles into the prisoner's mouth, covered his head with a hood and shot him.
I strongly recommend you read the rest.

I also watched another, similarly-themed film recently, 2010's The Way Back, the story of a Polish Army lieutenant, Janusz, imprisoned by the Russians early in WWII, who escaped with several other prisoners and walked over 4,000 miles from Siberia to India. The book this story is based on, The Long Walk, is almost definitely fiction passed off as fact, but according to Wikipedia:
Soviet records confirm that Rawicz was a Polish soldier imprisoned in the USSR, but differ from The Long Walk in detail on the reasons for his arrest and the exact places of imprisonment. Polish Army records show that Rawicz left the USSR directly for Iran in 1942, which contradicts the book's storyline. Aside from matters concerning his health, his arrival in Palestine is verified by the records. The story of the escape to India comes from Rawicz himself. The BBC report does mention the account of Captain Rupert Mayne, an intelligence officer in Calcutta, who - years after the war - said that in 1942 he had debriefed three emaciated men claiming to have escaped from a Siberian Gulag camp.
In the context of this post, one of the most interesting things in The Way Back is when the escapees reach China in early 1941, the portion they reach is already Maoist. Communism has reached China before them, thus they decide they must forge on to Tibet and freedom.  I recommend both films.  The Way Back, fictional or not, is well made and powerful.  Kimjongilia is brutal and depressing, but something everyone should see.  A commenter, to the WSJ piece, "george kamburoff" writes:
We have more people in cages than the North Koreans, and a larger percentage of our population is in cages, and now the conservatives have put the Directorate of Fatherland Security, Suppression, and Punishment on us, to make SURE we do not step out of line.

Remember how free we were "BB" - Before Bush? No machi8ne
(sic) guns in airports, no inspection lines, no armed guards making all of us suspects? Our own conservatives are turning US into North Korea.
Yeah. Way to get a grip on reality.  From the Korea Herald, Feb. 15, 2012:
Kim Jong-un regime in Pyongyang warns of 'three-generation wipeout' for defection

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In a letter sent to the White House on Monday, the North Korea Freedom Coalition said China's repatriation policy not only directly violates the international agreements it has signed but has also created an environment of violent activity in China.

The group said North Korean agents "roam freely" killing humanitarian workers trying to help the refugees, while the majority of North Korean female refugees fall victim to human trafficking.

--

The human rights groups said that they were reportedly told that China will repatriate the North Korean defectors by Feb. 20 who, if returned, are likely to face harsh punishment such as detention, torture or even execution.

Especially as North Korea is under the new leadership of Kim Jong-un, Pyongyang is strongly warning of a "three-generation wipe-out" of any family with a North Korean caught defecting.
"george kamburoff" is politely invited to defect from the USA. I'll help him pack, and chip in $100 for plane fare.  His immediate and extended family need not worry.

BTW, those "humanitarian workers" trying to aid North Korean defectors in China?  They're mostly Chinese Christians.

Friday, March 23, 2012

"We Have to Pass It to Find Out What's In It!"



Obama signed Obamacare into law on this date, two years ago:



Well, we're finding out what's in it.


But then, we already knew what was in it before it passed.



Krauthammer has more.  We are so #@%*ed. And we're not voting our way out.

Quote of the Day - Brian Lamb Edition

From Ed Driscoll's "How is Your Son?":
Has Al Gore, or any of his fellow travelers, even stopped to consider whether there has ever been a human society that was able to maintain a growing and vibrant economy during a period of declining population? I do not mean to suggest that population growth is necessary to economic growth, but I would like to hear some examples that demonstrate that it is not or even just some philosophical argument about why it is not. Or consider his call for government to dictate the development of new technologies–does anyone seriously think that some cadre of World Government bureaucrats would be competent to pick and choose what technologies are most likely to succeed, never mind the likelihood that such a system would simply be riddled with corruption. If the Twentieth Century proved anything it is that government is the enemy of human progress, perhaps even the enemy of mankind. But here is a prospective President of the United States who believes that government should be massively expanded and given an enormous range of powers over our lives. I find that pretty disturbing.
His fellow travelers don't.

Monday, March 19, 2012

On the .25ACP and "Stopping Power"

There have been comments to the post below concerning the lack of "stopping power" of the .25ACP cartridge, and I can't say I disagree with them, but I would like to share one story of how a .25 saved one man's life.  Back long before I started blogging, I spent a lot of time on the rec.guns and talk.politics.guns Usenet groups.  J. David Phillips was a contributor to both of those groups using the handle "Flimflam", and was a genuinely interesting guy.  He ran a pawn shop out of Crystal River, Florida, and one day I and the other users of these groups were stunned to find out that David had been the victim of a sword-wielding maniac. 

David was in the hospital.  His attacker was in the morgue.

His story, from September of 2000 is good reading, and I'm going to archive it here:
I own a one man pawn and jewelry store in Crystal River, Florida. On September 26th, 2000, a South Korean came into my store to pick up a revolver he'd paid for the preceeding week. Due to my county's three day wait period, he had to wait until Tuesday to pick up the gun. He was waiting on the step when I arrived to open at eleven. ( yeah, I know banker's hours)

When I called the gun in, FDLE said it was a 'conditional refusal', and that allowed them three more days to make up their mind. Well, the customer wasn't too pleased about it, and said he wanted the gun NOW. "Nope, can't have it until FDLE clears you." That wasn't what he wanted to hear, so he sulked out the door. I got his phone number before he left, and assured him I'd call when the information was relayed to me. After the verbal exchange we had, I decided that there was NO WAY I was going to transfer a firearm to this guy , period!

A little while later, a good friend of mine came into the store to BS awhile, and said there was a guy "stalking around" in the bushes of the building next door. I went out the back of my store, and there was the customer "stalking around" in the bushes of my next door neighbor's resturant. huh? I asked him what he was doing, and he replied he'd lost something. Ok, I can somewhat understand that, as I've done the same thing. However, not in my neighbors bushes.

My friend left the store at approximately, 1:15pm, and before he drove away, he came in to tell me the guy was still on the other side of the building just looking around. At this, I decided to call the local police, and dialed their non emergency number.

Within a few seconds of my friend's car leaving the parking lot, in comes the guy, walking real fast down the main aisle of the store. I'm still waiting on the phone to ring, when he suddenly produces a 3 ft Ninja Sword from behind his back and states "This is a Ninja Sword", and sticks it into my right shoulder very deeply.

At the instant I 'sorta' realized what was happening, I pushed hard against my desk, as I was sitting down in a roller equipped chair. That propelled me backwards at a rapid rate, until the wheels reached the edge of the protective plastic cover over the carpet. When the wheels reached the carpet, the chair stopped, and my fat ass was launched backwards onto the floor. Instantly, I was upside down on my back, bleeding like a stuck pig, and wondering what in the hell was going on with this?

My Glock 19, that I carried religously, was lying on top of my file cabinet under my desk. I passed it by rather quickly when I was propelled backwards by arms and fear. I wasn't able to grab it, and never got back to it again.

Anyway, the jerk with the sword had run around my desk, and I was finding myself fending off repeated stabs to me by using my hands and arms as parrying instruments. Not recommended behavior. I'm starting to get a headache while writing this. It is not pleasant to recall.

When I had finally struggled to my feet, I'd been stabbed another couple of times, but nothing as serious as the first one. I was bleeding profusely by now from all of the minor and major cuts. The only thing I could think of at the time, was to distance myself from the blade, as my arms just weren't long enough to combat this threat.

I cutoff the battle, and made a dash to my office door, which was about five steps away. He was right there with me as I opened the door. I fought my way inside the door, and slammed it as hard as I could on him. The sword came all the way through the steel cased door, so I guess it was fairly sharp :-)

Next, I ran to my desk, as I knew there was a loaded 38 Chief's Special in the desk drawer. As I got to the desk, I tripped on some of my usual junk in the floor, and sprawled out on top of the desk, destroying my computer and everything on top of the desk. At that moment, I realized that the 38 was in the drawer, but hell, not only was it not loaded, it wasn't even in one piece. I'd taken it apart the other day or so to clean it, and it was still in pieces. haha, jokes on me :-)

Got up from the desk, and turned to face my attacker. Then, the jerk gave me the worst of it, as he stabbed me in my left abdomen, right above the belt line. It went all the way in , within a half inch of piercing my other side. Hurt like hell. But, I was pissed, so I kept on fighting anyway. By this time, I was starting to fade, as I'd lost a lot of blood, and my hits on him didn't seem to be having much of an effect. In actuality, I was going fast, and was pretty demoralized, as I realized that this was probably it for me, and this jerk was going to get the best of the situation.

We waltzed around my office for a minute or so, while I was trying to pull out the sword with my left hand, and he was using both of his hands to try to push it in deeper. I had bruised marks on my left joints of my fingers for a couple of months, where I had a death grip on the damn thing.

At the moment when we danced to the front of the office, I realized I had a way out. I finally remembered my little Beretta 950SB in my right pants pocket. Yep, a lowly 25ACP, with rounds in it, that I hadn't even bothered to purchase. A friend of mine gave me a box of 25 ammo ( cheap Winchester hardball stuff), and that is what was in it. NO ONE will EVER realize the way I felt when I realized that I was not going to go alone. People talk about an epiphany, but that doesn't even begin to describe the feeling when someone gives you the ability to fight back. I pulled it out very deliberately, and thumbed the hammer back. All the while, my attacker was still trying to stuff the sword in deeper, and I was doing my best to keep him from succeeding.

I knew using a sub caliber firearm center mass would be a joke, so I pulled it up in front of my right eye, while thumbing back the hammer. When he realized what was about to happen, his eyes became REAL large. That was what I aimed for, his left eye. I only thought I'd fired about two or three times, but in reality I fired five rounds. That was a surprise to me when they told me that.

I hit him four times in the left eye, and the other round was taken into one of his hands, and went through my front office door fifteen feet behind him. The door is a steel cased door, and the bullet penetrated all the way through, out into the parking lot.

Two of the four bullets that went into his head penetrated all the way through, and fell spent, on the ground ten feet behind him. The last two bounced around in his head, one lodging in the upper cervical region of his spine, and the other in his grey matter. He dropped like a brick, and made a lot of back and forth motions on the floor, like someone having a seizure. Yeah, I guess it 'was' a seizure.

I stumbled out to the show room, and bent over the desk holding my guts in while dialing 911. I stayed on the phone until some kids came into the store before the black and whites showed up. I told them they really ought to go, as this was not a good time to shop :-) The B&Ws grabbed them as they were getting ready to drive out of the parking lot, so I had to stumble out front to tell them the kids had nothing to do with this, and not to shoot them.

I was glad to see they did not get shot in the process. Sometimes kids will do strange, unexpected things, and I was concerned with all of the adrenalin flowing in the cops, they might get anxious with the kids. No sweat, as it worked out ok.

The meat wagon showed up in a few minutes, and I was finally allowed to lie down on the gurney. That alone, was worth the wait. It had been a long fifteen minutes since my friend had left.

They plugged the holes a little bit, and gave me oxygen. The local airport is about a half mile down the road, so I was taken there to be "slicked" away to St. Joseph's in Tampa Trauma Unit.

I stayed there for a total of ten days, with the first three in intensive care. For the first eight hours or so, they didn't know if I'd make it or not. Obviously, I did.

The perpetrator's plug was pulled the next morning, as he was brain dead. I talked to the para's a while later, and they stated he was only breathing about four times a minute when they pulled him from the floor. I still have a huge stain in the carpet to remind me.

Lessons learned:

1. ALWAYS have your choice of firearm on your person. An arms length away can be too far. Mine was.

2., ALWAYS have your firearm ready to go-- chamber loaded, safety on or off-- your choice. I kept my Beretta chamber loaded, and hammer down as it is a single action gun. All that was needed was to thumb the hammer back. My Glock is even better, as all that is needed is to pull the trigger. Nothing is faster to bring to bear to fire. NOTHING.

3. ALWAYS think of a way out, no matter where you are. My success in this incident was due to a lot of different things that came into play for me.

a. I was of a stronger will than my opponent. I had more reason to live , so I was motivated and pissed as well.

b. I was well versed in pistolcraft, and practice frequently with what I carry--- including my backup. I know full well the limitations of my backup, as well as my primary piece.

c. I was extremely lucky, as luck would have it. If the jerk had been a true 'messenger of death', then I'd have been stabbed in my left chest, and died at the desk. He wasn't, and I wasn't. Therefore, that opened up an opportunity for my self defense.
I fought fiercely and relentlessly. I offered no quarter and gave none. This was for my life, and I was not going to go peacefully.

I did not.
The .25 ain't much, but it beats having nothing but foul language.

More info is available in this post. Unfortunately, David passed away a couple of years ago in South America from a tropical disease. I would imagine his wounds were a contributing factor.

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Cool!

We finally had the family get-together to celebrate the March birthdays, and one of the gifts I received was a Colt 1908 Pocket Hammerless .25! One like this, but not in as good condition:



Of course, the one in the one in the picture was made in 1922. Mine (S/N 195XXX) was made in 1919.  That makes it the second oldest gun I own, after my 1917 Enfield (1918).

Damn, this thing is tiny!  The trigger is long and heavy, and the sights make the term "vestigial" seem excessive, but it's still pretty cool!

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Please God, Let it Suck!



Johnny Depp as Barnabas Collins in Tim Burton's Dark Shadows.

Oh. My. God. This should be fun.

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

A Year's Worth of WTF in One Sitting

Don't ask me to explain it:

It's Official

I'm an old fart.  (via Vanderleun)

Quote of the Day - Vanderleun Edition

What the Chinese emperors once did to women's feet we can now do to human souls and we're not outsourcing. The binding that cripples the soul begins in the early indoctrination of kindergarten, where they learn all they need to know and then stop learning much of anything else. To make sure it sticks, the indoctrination is repeated for as long as they remain soaking in the thick multicutural, transnationalist, progressive soup of our educational system:
"The New York Times, Grievance Groups, Government, Diversity = Good" vs "The Great Books, Individualism, Responsibility, America = Bad."
That's pretty much it these days. Rinse and repeat that mantra like a Hari Krishna on crack and you too can actually succeed in school right up to a Ph.D. in "Diversity Studies."

Obama: Imaginary Friend of Democrats, American Digest

Your Moment of Zen

It's been too long, and I need one of these:

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

No Change in Strategy or Tactics

In the comments to "Freudian Slip Much?" Lyle comments:
Following all your links and watching the videos, it's all "Top down, Bottom up, Inside out". They're prepping their herds for the next step, which is chaos. The people will demand that government take action to do something about it ("Bottom up") then it's "Inside out"-- totalitarian socialism will be offered as the only way out.

The socialist/eugenicists never went away. They just changed tactics.
No. No they didn't. They haven't changed tactics or the overall strategy. What we're witnessing is the culmination of ninety-plus years of ideology playing out. Remember the poster:




That lie has lodged deep in the human psyche for a very long time. Karl Marx codified it in the late 19th Century, and by the turn of the 20th, it had swept across the world.

But at the end of World War I, its adherents were straining to understand why, despite Marx's insistence on communism's historic inevitability, the Proletariat put on the uniforms of their nation's armed forces instead of rising in revolution against the bourgeoisie. In order to answer that question, a group of young Communists formed the Frankfurt School. The answer, they concluded, was that a comfortable proletariat was a non-revolutionary proletariat, and Western civilization produced material comfort. Therefore, Western civilization had to be destroyed, and the best way to do that was from the inside.

The target of this destruction was Western culture, and the vectors for this destruction would be the education system, the arts, and media, aided by the infiltration and destruction of governments. By the 1930's, the seeds were already sown. America's Great Depression had seen to that, and Marx and Engels' ideas had spread worldwide. Many were disillusioned by the perceived failures of capitalism, and the promise of socialism seemed the ideal answer. I am currently reading Dupes: How America's Adversaries Have Manipulated Progressives For A Century, and even I am shocked by how prevalent the acceptance of socialism was as far back as the 20's. Some of the young converts of the 1920's and 30's became the college professors of the 40's and 50's, and by the 1960's they were turning out more converts, fellow travelers and "useful idiots" who were themselves school teachers, playwrights, actors, editors, reporters, etc.

Regardless of the source, the 1985 warning delivered by Soviet defector Yuri Bezmenov rings absolutely true to me:
Ideological subversion is the process, which is legitimate, overt, and open; you can see it with your own eyes. All you have to do, all American mass media has to do, is to unplug their bananas from their ears, open up their eyes, and they can see it. There is no mystery. [It has] nothing to do with espionage. I know that espionage intelligence-gathering looks more romantic. It sells more deodorants through the advertising, probably. That’s why your Hollywood producers are so crazy about James Bond-type of thrillers.

But in reality, the main emphasis of the KGB is not in the area of intelligence at all. According to my opinion and [the] opinion of many defectors of my caliber, only about 15% of time, money, and manpower [are] spent on espionage as such. The other 85% is a slow process, which we call either ‘ideological subversion,’ or ‘active measures’—‘[?]’ in the language of the KGB—or ‘psychological warfare.’ What it basically means is, to change the perception of reality, of every American, to such an extent that despite of the abundance of information, no one is able to come to sensible conclusions in the interests of defending themselves, their families, their community and their country.

It’s a great brainwashing process, which goes very slow[ly] and is divided [into] four basic stages. The first one [is] demoralization; it takes from 15-20 years to demoralize a nation. Why that many years? Because this is the minimum number of years which [is required] to educate one generation of students in the country of your enemy, exposed to the ideology of the enemy. In other words, Marxist-Leninist ideology is being pumped into the soft heads of at least three generations of American students, without being challenged, or counter-balanced by the basic values of Americanism (American patriotism).

The result? The result you can see. Most of the people who graduated in the sixties (drop-outs or half-baked intellectuals) are now occupying the positions of power in the government, civil service, business, mass media, [and the] educational system. You are stuck with them. You cannot get rid of them. They are contaminated; they are programmed to think and react to certain stimuli in a certain pattern. You cannot change their mind[s], even if you expose them to authentic information, even if you prove that white is white and black is black, you still cannot change the basic perception and the logic of behavior. In other words, these people... the process of demoralization is complete and irreversible. To [rid] society of these people, you need another twenty or fifteen years to educate a new generation of patriotically-minded and common sense people, who would be acting in favor and in the interests of United States society.

We now have a country in which two-thirds of the population believes that "from each according to his abilities, to each according to his needs" is part of the Constitution. Where a majority believes "the rich don't pay their fair share" of taxes. We have a country that is progressively balkanized (pun intended) into victim groups to be exploited for political gain. And all of this traces back to the strategies and tactics that sprang from the Frankfurt School and its disciples: "Critical Theory" (Critical Race Theory, Critical Literary Theory, Critical Gender Theory), Political Correctness ("Shut up," they explained...), the Cloward-Piven strategy, etc.

Marx understood and stated plainly that Communism, historically inevitable or not, could only come about through violent revolution, so the conditions for violent revolution had to be fomented. A small, dedicated, ever-changing group of true believers has been working since the turn of the 20th Century to bring Western Civilization to its knees, and it has almost achieved it. The players have changed, but the strategy hasn't.

Freudian Slip Much?



Sooo, the EU is a white woman, and the "enemy" is a black male, an Indian or Pakistani male, and an Asian male. Right. Got it.

Are we going to blow up little kids now?

Monday, March 12, 2012

Brilliant!

Dr. Sanity has a timely repost of the explanation behind the different ways the Right and the Left deal with shame and guilt. Excerpt:
"Conservatives believe they have better ideas. Leftists believe they are better people."

This is extremely relevant to a discussion about the differences between the Democratic Party culture (which has become primarily, though not exclusively, influenced by the political left) and the Republican Party culture (which is predominantly influenced by conservative ideas and values).

Eventually for the shame-avoidant person, reality itself must be distorted in order to further protect the self from poor self-esteem. Blaming other individuals or groups for one's own behavior becomes second nature, and this transfer of blame to someone else is an indicator of internal shame.
Go, RTWT.

Quote of the Day

...many people in the international media, international agencies, and international NGOs (not to mention academia) are reluctant to face up to the crimes committed by Communism in the name of equality. To do so might call into question the weight attached by them to equality as the most important social value and undermine the multicultural faith that evil is predominantly the product of inequality, racism, ethnic hatred, or religious fanaticism. That cannot be permitted, so such crimes must be either ignored or mislabeled. And, of course, the remaining Communist regimes in the world are only too happy to cooperate in characterizing the killing fields as the products of irrational paranoia on the part of Pol Pot and his gang rather than the perfectly rational result of the quest for perfect equality. -- Douglas B. Levene, Reflections on Cambodia, National Review Online
Time for this picture again:


Remember: The slaughter isn't a bug, it's a feature.

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Barsoom!

I caught John Carter at the last matinee this afternoon.  I have not read the Burroughs novels, so I had very little preconception walking in to the theater that was not part of the trailers I had seen.  My take on it:  four out of five stars.  The suspension of disbelief was not onerous (yes, I've studied physics and the leaps were just not plausible, but I was able to go along for the ride anyway.)  I thoroughly enjoyed it, and will be seeing it again with my wife.  Generally, action movies give her motion sickness, but we've discovered that if she views them in 3-D, they don't.  (I would expect the opposite, but hey, whatever works.)

One other comment:  Dejah Thoris (Lynn Collins) - WOOF!


Match Report: Bowling Pins, 3/11/12

Today was a beautiful day for a match.  Ten people joined me in shooting the March match, seven brought Major guns, seven brought Minor guns, four brought revolvers, and ten brought .22's.  There were three new shooters to this match, which hopefully means that attendance will continue to improve.

Major was won by Jim Burnett with his Clark Custom pin gun.  I took Minor with my brand-new S&W M&P9.  I also won Revolver with my S&W 327, and .22 with my Ruger Mk II.  Not a bad weekend for a guy who just turned 50!  I think I could have won the overall match if I hadn't run out of 9mm ammo, but I did, and Jim Burnett took that match beating me two out of three for the win.

Next month I'm bringing a Major gun again.

Skip Blecker won the drawing, taking home seven dollars more than his entrance fee.  He got to shoot for free and got a little gas money out of it, too.  It had been a while since he'd attended one of these matches, but said that the last time he did, he won the drawing too.  Sometimes it's better to be lucky than good?

The next match is Sunday, April 8.  Hope to see you there.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Compensating for the Size of His Penis

I get to beat Say Uncle for once:
Elderly farmer near Bois D'Arc pulls gun on 3 thieves who came back for more

BOIS D’ARC, Mo. -- An elderly cattle rancher recently came face-to-face with three thieves on his property, and he took the matter into his own hands. The thieves might have been arrested if Vance West had been able to get someone to help him.

Vance West, 92, is a veteran and father of three. He lives by himself outside Bois d'Arc on more than 100 acres.

"See, there's where they left," he told a reporter, pointing out tire tracks. "They will be back. I think they will be back."

West says three men stole nearly $3,000 worth of equipment from one of his sheds. He missed the first time they came around, but not the second.

"He started climbing over the gate, and I told him not to climb over. He climbed over anyway, so I pulled a gun on him," West said.

"I told him, 'Do you see where it's cocked?' He says, 'I can see,'" West said. "He was sassy. He told me he wasn't going to do it."

The men got away when West tried to flag down someone on his county road.
And in a related note:
Retired librarian holds three burglary suspects on property until police arrive

SPRINGFIELD, Mo. --A retired school librarian and his brother-in-law held three burglars at gunpoint until police could get to a property on West Kearney Street near West Bypass on Monday morning. The three arrested men could face burglary charges.

"It was way out of character for me," said Ken Richardson, the retired librarian.

Richardson said, when he saw an unfamiliar vehicle parked in his family's driveway, he knew he had to do something. The home belongs to the grandmother of Richardson's brother-in-law.

"Gary grabbed his gun and said, 'Let's get in the truck and go,'" said Richardson.

Richardson said the two drove over to the house on Kearney. He said they spotted three burglars in an outbuilding. Richardson said that's when he pulled out a machete, normally used on his farm, and his brother-in-law pulled out his gun.

"We made it real clear to get down on the ground and show us their hands," said Richardson.

The brothers-in-law said they did not have much time to think about their own safety. They said their concern was protecting the property. They were able to keep the three men on the ground until police arrived.
According to the anti-gunners, these can't be Defensive Gun Uses! No one died!

Friday, March 09, 2012

This About Says It



Yours truly turns 50 years old today.

I remember when I hit 40, it hit back. Oh well, "Keep Calm and Carry On" indeed!

Thursday, March 08, 2012

Interesting Data Point

And Snopes says it's true.

I received via email a copy of this letter to the AARP:
Dear Mr. Rand,

Recently you sent us a letter encouraging us to renew our lapsed membership in AARP by the requested date.

I know it is not what you were looking for, but this is the most honest response I can give you. Our gap in coverage is merely a microscopic symptom of the real problem, a deepening lack of faith.

While we have proudly maintained our membership for several years and have long admired the AARP goal and principles, regrettably we can no longer endorse its abdication of our values. Your letter specifically stated that we can count on AARP to speak up for our rights, yet the voice we hear is not ours. Your offer of being kept up to date on important issues through DIVIDED WE FAIL, presents neither an impartial view we have come to embrace. We do believe that when 2 parties agree all the time on everything presented to them, one is probably not necessary. But, when the opinions and long term goals are diametrically opposed, the divorce is imminent. This is the philosophy which spawned our 200 years of government.

Once upon a time we looked forward to being part of the senior demographic. We also looked to AARP to provide certain benefits and give our voice a power we could not possibly hope to achieve on our own. AARP gave us a sense of belonging which we no longer enjoy.

The Socialist politics practiced by the Obama administration and empowered by AARP serves only to raise the blood pressure my medical insurance strives to contain. Clearly a conflict of interest there!

We do not understand the AARP posture, feel greatly betrayed by the guiding forces that we expected to map out our senior years and leave your ranks with a great sense of regret. We mitigate that disappointment with the relief of knowing we are not contributing to the problem any more by renewing our membership. There are other organizations which offer discounts without threatening our way of life or offending our sensibilities.

This presidential administration scares the living daylights out of us. Not just for our selves, but for our proud and bloodstained heritage. Even more importantly for our children and grandchildren.

Washington has rendered Soylent Green a prophetic cautionary tale rather than a nonfiction scare tactic. I have never in my life endorsed any militant or radical groups, but now I find myself listening to them. I don’t have to agree with them to appreciate the fear which spawned their existence. Their borderline insanity presents little more than a balance to the voice of the Socialist mindset in power.

Perhaps I became American by a great stroke of luck in some cosmic uterine lottery, but in my adulthood I CHOOSE to embrace it and nurture the freedoms it represents as well as the responsibilities it requires.

Your website generously offers the opportunity to receive all communication in Spanish. ARE YOU KIDDING???? Someone has broken into our ‘house’ invaded our home without our invitation or consent.

This president has insisted we keep the perpetrator in comfort and learn the perp language so we can communicate our reluctant welcome to them.

I DON’T choose to welcome them.
I DON’T choose to support them.
I DON’T choose to educate them.
I DON’T choose to medicate them, pay for their food or clothing.

American home invaders get arrested. Please explain to me why foreign lawbreakers can enjoy privileges on American soil that Americans do not get? Why do some immigrants have to ‘play the game’ to be welcomed and others just have to break and enter to be welcomed?

We travel for a living. Walt hauls horses all over this great country averaging over 10,000 miles a month when he is out there. He meets more people than a politician on caffeine overdose. Of all the many good folks he enjoyed on this last 10,000 miles this trip yielded only ONE supporter of this current administration. One of us is out of touch with mainstream America. Since our poll is conducted without funding, I have more faith in it than one which is power driven.

We have decided to forward this to everyone on our mailing list, and will encourage them to do the same. With several hundred in my address book, I have every faith that the eventual exponential factor will make a credible statement to you.

I am disappointed as hell
I am scared as hell
I am MAD as hell, and I’m NOT gonna take it anymore!

Walt & Cyndy
Miller Farms Equine Transport
The sender is another person well past retirement age.

Interesting.

The Slaughter isn't a Bug, It's a Feature

Bill Whittle on Thomas Sowell's Conflict of Visions:



It took me an überpost. Whittle knocks it out in eight minutes.  The rest of this series should be equally excellent.

One Reason I'm a small-"L" libertarian

Quote of the Day, Robb Allen Edition:
As I've said before, the only difference between the two parties is which side of the cervix they want to regulate.
From a comment at Tam's.

Wednesday, March 07, 2012

A Farewell to J. Joseph Curran, Jr.

So U.S. District Judge Benson E. Legg has overturned Maryland's "May Issue" concealed-carry permit system, stating, on the heels of D.C. v Heller and Chicago v McDonald:
...the Court finds that the right to bear arms is not limited to the home.

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...the regulation at issue is a rationing system. It aims, as Defendants concede, simply to reduce the total number of firearms carried outside of the home by limiting the privilege to those who can demonstrate "good reason" beyond a general desire for self-defense. In support of this limitation, Defendants list numerous reasons why handguns pose a threat to public safety in general and why curbing their proliferation is desirable.

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Maryland's goal of minimizing the proliferation of handguns among those who do not have a demonstrated need for them, is not a permissible method of preventing crime or ensuring public safety; it burdens the right too broadly. Those who drafted and ratified the Second Amendment surely knew that the right they were enshrining carried a risk of misuse, and states have considerable latitude to channel the exercise of the right in ways that will minimize that risk. States may not, however, seek to reduce the danger by means of widespread curtailment of the right itself.

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At bottom, this case rests on a simple proposition: If the Government wishes to burden a right guaranteed by the Constitution, it may do so provided that it can show a satisfactory justification and a sufficiently adapted method. The showing, however, is always the Government's to make. A citizen may not be required to offer a "good and substantial reason" why he should be permitted to exercise his rights. The right's existence is all the reason he needs.
Compare and contrast with former Maryland Attorney General J. Joseph Curran's 1999 manifesto A Farewell to Arms:
The time is now. We must get serious - no more band-aids, no more excuses. The moral fiber of our society will be measured by our response. The problem is not just guns in the wrong hands or a failure to enforce laws already on the books.

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For me, therefore, the answer is easy. I have added up the costs, and they outweigh the benefits. As a grandfather, I am ready to say enough children have died. In short, I believe that we should no longer allow unrestricted handgun ownership.

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Thus, our public policy goal should be to restrict the sale and possession of all handguns to those who can demonstrate a legitimate law enforcement purpose or can guarantee that the use of such guns will be limited to participation in a regulated sporting activity. Handgun ownership that advances reasonable law enforcement purposes must be permitted. Individuals with a professional need to have a licensed gun - law enforcement officers, gun collectors, some business owners and certain other professional groups - will continue to keep handguns on business premises or for use on the job. The rest of us, (the rest of you he means) however, must give them up.

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In the long run, we must go the last mile. These limits must be reflected in the laws by which we govern ourselves. The law must embody the public policy goal of ridding our homes and communities of handguns through restrictive handgun licensing. Handgun ownership which advances reasonable law enforcement purposes can and must continue, but the costs of allowing the rest of us to own handguns are too great. We should endure those costs no longer.
Bear in mind, this was the published opinion of a sitting state Attorney General.

And it was wiped out by the simple statement, "A citizen may not be required to offer a 'good and substantial reason' why he should be permitted to exercise his rights. The right's existence is all the reason he needs."

Take that, J.J.

Good riddance.

Preach It, Sister!

QotD, Tam (who else?) Edition:
All the probulating, door-kicking, snooping and spying, asset forfeiting, and armored personnel carriering has done more damage to this country than a hundred Woodstocks worth of stoners, to say nothing of the obscene profits we have basically legislated into existence for vicious criminal scum south of our borders and in our own cities.

I’d rather my neighbors smoked a bong every day than run the risk of a dyslexic SWAT team taking a battering ram to my front door at oh-dark-thirty. We need to stop burning the village to save it.
It is Not the Business of Government...

In related news, how to make hard-to-obtain Sudafed from readily obtainable street meth.

Monday, March 05, 2012

This WAS Me, Last Week


I'm out sick for a couple of days, and WTF?!?

On top of that, I'm buried in work. Normal blogging to resume some time in April, probably. I'll post what I can, when I can.

Oh, and if you're interested, the next Bowling Pin match is Sunday, March 11. Hopefully the tables will all remain standing this time.