Nonsense

The other day I was in a cafe having lunch, and noticed a commercial on the tv showing wolves turning into people and fighting and what have you. I thought to myself “Cool.” Moments later, I found myself asking “What faggotry is this?” when I learned it’s supposed to be all about the angst of a teen girl and the metrosexual vampire she loves.

This nonsense has to stop. Monsters are scary. Scrawny metrosexuals are the opposite of frightening. Go read Larry Correia 's Monster Hunter International and help reverse this disgusting trend. Ann Rice should be ashamed of herself.

You don't go lookin' for trouble..

Ain't that what the old folks say?

Since I'm still on a Chris Knight kick, in honor of those bigfoot hunters out there looking for trouble, here's Mr. Knight singing Jack Blue

Weekend Menaces

Staying with last week's multicultural theme, we find out that, despite government intervention, even Canadians can be menaced. By coyotes. One more reason to fight gun control, and one more reason to support carrying guns in parks.

Also, as a potential menace, we have wacko hippies. I'm a little curious about their methods though. Not sure how the anti-gun folks are going hunting for the guys with guns.

And, in the spirit of looking for trouble, folks in West Virginia are searching for Bigfoot, but don't want to harm any wildlife they might find. Let me know how that works out when you're being held captive in a cave.

Blog updates

Hobie was the very first gun blog I ever read. I'd read a lot of his posts on leverguns.com and been impressed with the scope of his knowledge, so one day I followed the link to Shooting With Hobie. Yesterday I rediscovered leverguns.com, and was glad to be reminded that he's still around.

Friday Night Twofer

This week, how about a double shot of my favorite Kentuckian, Chris Knight?
First, Devil Behind the Wheel

And now, how about Love and a .45?

Texas really is better

Five of the top ten strongest metro area economies are located in Texas, including the top two, San Antonio and Austin. Plus, McAllen ranks twelfth. Could it be that having no state income tax is a good thing? Could a business friendly atmosphere help?

Hat tip to MattG

But it's for the children!

One of the current issues up for vote around here involves issuing bonds to pay for soccer fields. For the children. Because the current soccer fields aren't good enough, and besides that, are too far from the trendy southwest part of town where the most vocal soccer playing families live. For the children. So we can teach them that beggars can, in fact, be choosers. Did I mention that it's all for the children?

What gets me the most about it is how so many other wise respectable people believe it is alright to take money from others simply because it's for something they want, and because some other people of their acquaintance want it too. Other people have thought that same way, only they had the guts to do the dirty work themselves, and the honesty not to try and hide their motives behind some feel good catch phrase. Of course, history is full of common people of who tried it without getting their hands dirty. In their defense, I will say that those supporting the bond are unlikely to have a flaming, gas soaked tire put around my neck just for opposing them. Still, in this light, there is more to respect in the act of lurking in a dark alley to rob people at gunpoint than in using a ballot to send others to commit the act, at no risk to yourself, without the honesty to call your theft what it is. Theft by proxy may let you keep your hands clean and your conscience clear, but it is just as despicable.

The other thing that gets me about the whole thing is all the talk of community benefits. Supposedly the fields are going to be a great source of revenue for area restaurants and hotels. That's great, you know what else would benefit them? If I kept more of my taxes and went out to eat more often. That's what they call a win-win situation. Oh wait, I forgot, wouldn't be for the children.

Nobody has yet explained to me why the soccer fans can't pay for the new fields themselves. Maybe with the gas money they'd save not driving those extra five miles? Are they going to help me foot the bill when I build my fortress and dig my moat? Doubtful. So why should I pay for what they want? Because that's exactly what it is, a want, not a need. I don't recall anything in the Constitution about the God given right to conveniently located soccer fields. Did I miss that part? If it's going to be such a gift to local businessmen, why not solicit investment from them? They're in the business of making money after all, surely a moneymaker such as this would be something they'd put money into, since it's all to help them. And the children.

Sadly, if the bond passes, it's just going to go to prove all those quotes about the tyranny of the majority, bread and circuses, and democracies only living until they realize they can vote themselves money out of the public fund.

Two beer limit

He'd had a bad day. Just wanted to drink his beer in peace. And the bastards wouldn't even serve him, had to go and tranq him instead.

Hat tip to Tam

In the land of the brain eaters, the brainless is king

Woody Harrelson is many things. Son of a hit man. Moonbat hippie. Actor. Probably a lot of other things, too. The thing that I did not know about him until last night, is that he was born to portray a zombie killing savant.

That's right, I went and saw Zombieland, and I liked it. A lot. The chick from Superbad was in it. So was another guy, who wasn't in Superbad, but as far as I could tell was channeling the character of Evan from Superbad. And there were guns. And banjos. And a black number three Caddy with a zombie-plow on the front. Plus the greatest surprise cameo appearance ever thought up. All that, plus Harrelson carries a Mare's Leg. Do yourself a favor and go see it.

Being Helpful

For those of you who get here by googling "Hugh Glass Memorial," it's not here. As far as I can tell it's in Lemmon, South Dakota. All I did was make a joke.

Immigration Reform

A group of police leaders from across the country have expressed their views on "immigration reform."

I'm a fan of limited government, and limited laws. That being said, one of the few roles I expect out of the .gov is to defend/control the borders. I know it's a tough job. I know there's a lot of border. That's why I pay taxes. Go ahead and change Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms into a 24 hour convenience store, that will free up a lot of budget and a lot of people with law enforcement goals to do something useful.

I don't know if that's the issue though. Whenever things like this come up, I hear whispers about not angering the minority vote. I hear about what productive members of society the illegal aliens make. I don't live in Arlington or Iowa. Maybe things are different there. Where I live, the minority vote would be glad to get rid of the aliens. The guys I know and work with, who are actual productive, tax (over)paying citizens, think that the aliens give them a bad name and don't like them. There's actually some a lot of hostility there. So if I'm choosing on the basis of votes, I'd side with the legal citizen, not the guy who can't legally vote. Ship 'em home. If they want to be Americans, they can immigrate. This is a law I don't want ignored.

Internet Window Shopping

The more I look and think, the more I think one of those short Remington pumps would make a dandy truck gun.

Wish List: Updates

Stealing a page from New Jovian Thunderbolt's playbook, I'm going to set up a list of my own, so that I can keep track of things.

The "If God Himself smiles upon me" List
1. Old Colt SAA- I have a wonderful Great-Uncle, and somewhere in his garage he has my Great-great-grandfather's .38 Colt SAA. It was acquired in old Fort Concho a long time ago. I'd give a kidney for it.

2. 1895 Carbine in .30-40 - In my wildest dreams, I befriend somebody who then introduces me to somebody else, and somehow I get my hands on an 1895 carbine that their great grandaddy carried as a Ranger working with Captain Hughes along the border.

"Stuff I can Get" List

1. Tanker Garand in .308- This can happen. Fulton Armory will sell it to me. Just a matter of money.

2. SIG p238- If you're going to carry a mouse gun, what would be cooler than this one?

3. CZ 97- I don't know if it's the smooth lines, if it's the Jeff Cooper connection, or just the .45 factor, but I want one.

4. Remington 600 in 6mm or .350 Rem Mag- It really doesn't fill and particular hole in my inventory, but once again, it's cool, and what if I need to hand somebody a fairly heavy rifle to back me up hunting chupacabra? Well aimed .45-70 and .350 Rem Mag fire ought to stop one.

5. Remington 750/7500/760/7600 Carbine- .30-06, .35 Whelen, even .308. One of the short barrelled pump or semi auto carbines would be fun to have.

6. 1897 Trench Gun- Nothing says "You're in the wrong house" better than looking down a 12 gauge with an fixed bayonet. A Model 11 riot gun would run a close second.

Weekend Menaces: Special Edition

Technology has done a lot to bring the world closer together, and because of that, I'm going to present some special multi-cultural menaces.

Everybody knows that bears are a menace. But that wasn't enough for our commie friends in Russia. They had a bear that they describe as an ice-skating circus bear. It went off the reservation and slew some Russian circus folk. That's their story anyway. Go ahead and read it. Basically, the rooskies took a bear, strapped edged weapons to it, and then trained it in such a way as to hone its natural balance, reflexes, and coordination. In an obvious attempt at world domination, they created Ninja Bear. Ironically, that godless commie paid the ultimate price for playing god.

Further demonstrating their menacing North Asian ways, the Russians have contributed to the newest additions to the FBI's most wanted list. A ruthless mobster who is sometimes known as Semion Mogilevich likes to defraud people, and steal the daughters of Hungarians to sell into prostitution. Not a nice guy.

Also adding the the FBI's list is our neighbor to the south, Mexico. A hit man who works for the cartels that are responsible for the wave of crime along the border, Eduardo Ravelo uses any means necessary, including frequent plastic surgery, to elude capture.

And lastly, what other dangerous menace has come across that same border, eluding detection and leaving a trail of blood and fear in its path? The chupacabra, that's what. Only now, it's found in Russia, too. Coincedence? I think not.

Grrrr

Maybe I'm old or something, but a cap, sitting barely on your head at some funny angle, with the bill straight and oversized, covering some sort of girly haircut, looks stupid. Pull your pants up and get a belt.

Friday Night Music

I'm playing one more for Rusty, this time it's Aaron Watson and Willie Nelson singing "The Honky Tonk Kid." I tried to find a live version, but this was the best I could do.

Weekend Menaces

The world's a dangerous place, this week we have multiple menaces.

Alligators have been around menacing things since dinosaurs walked the earth. Apparently they like golf courses. Seriously, do a search, golf courses are like buffets for alligators.

And then there are teenagers with phones.

Remember folks, keep your .45-70 close by and stay ready for anything.

Friday Night Music

This week it goes without saying that we'll have some Rusty Wier.

Book Review: Rhino Ranch

Last night I stopped by the book store and picked up the newest Larry McMurtry book, Rhino Ranch. I started reading it a little after ten, found a few things in it that irritated me, and then all of the sudden it wad two in the morning and I'd just finished it.

Rhino Ranch is the fifth and final book about Duane Moore. That claim seemed a little familiar, so I went back and checked. Turns out that the cover of the third book also calls it the final story. So did the fourth. This time I'm pretty sure they mean it though.

First, the good. McMurtry once again keeps things interesting. Bobby Lee is back as Duane's eccentric sidekick, plus we meet Boyd Cotton and Hondo Honda. Also involved is K.K. Slater, who has opened a rhino ranch outside of Thalia, Texas to save the black rhino from extinction. Hi jinks ensue, and once again Duane finds himself forced into the role of ring leader in a circus of lunatics. As crazy as the people and events are, McMurtry manages to keep it believable. Bobby Lee may be a little crazy, but he's really not very far beyond several people I know. Sort of like a non animated Dale Gribble to Duane's Hank Hill.

Now for the bad. This is good McMurtry. It seems like a book he wanted to write, as opposed to one he was obligated to. But like every other series the man has done, there are a lot of inconsistencies. Things from this book contradict events in Texasville. For that matter there's a big one in here that contradicts a statement from two chapters before. Maybe I'm just a dork, but it does irritate me a little. Not enough to put the book down, obviously, but enough to notice.

Having said that, I liked the book and would recomend it, especcially to anybody who has read Texasville and Duane's Depressed.

"Rusty Wier's just a doin his thing..."

"...come on everybody won't you help him sing."-Gary P. Nunn

After a two year fight with cancer, the great Rusty Wier has passed on. Not many people can say George Strait was their opening act.

Life Without Upside

They live in a communist society, with little chance for advancement or freedom. Now, because of government policy, thirty million of them are mathematically unable to marry. How long before they either make trouble at home, or go out in the world making trouble?

Between this, and killing off all the sparrows so that locusts could run rampant, maybe governments will learn to think before they act. It's doubtful.

Menace of the Week

Raccoons. They're only cute until they mob you for trying to shoo them off the porch. Some would say a .45-70 is overkill on a twenty pound animal, but I'll keep mine handy anyway.

Friday Night Music

This week let's take a listen to one of my favorite Reckless Kelly songs, written by Bruce Hauser.


I'm pretty sure this is the first Friday Night Music not featuring a Texan, but the Brauns are from Idaho, and Idaho is an acceptable alternative.

The Moon is A Harsh Mistress Indeed

For the last eight years those on the left have been carping about how the previous administration caused the international community to view us as over aggressive war mongers. Bush was a piker though, because now, on Obama's watch, we have a chance to make the intergalactic community see us that way. Tomorrow, in the ultimate unprovoked attack, we will bomb the Moon.

Quote of the Day

From Marko, in response to the question of what sidearm the late Col. Jeff Cooper carried:

"I don’t know the precise variant, but I am reasonably sure that the late Colonel Cooper carried a 1911, ‘cause that’s what God carries."

D@mned Yankee Busybody

I'm a little hot about something. The all knowing mayor of New York has decided to point out how badly everybody else leads their lives without his guidance. First of all, the myth of the "gun show loophole" has been debunked so many times it isn't even funny. An illegal transaction is illegal anywhere you go. Secondly, what authority does Michael Bloomberg have to send people to other states for the purpose of breaking the law? I'd really like to see an AG in one of those states file charges against the investigators. Too bad he didn't try it in Montana. Or Texas, I think Perry would see it as a chance to really gain some support and separate himself from Kay Bailey.

Lastly, what the hell business is it of Mr. High and Mighty Big Shot Mayor of New York to spend his city's taxpayer dollars investigating other states? Is this why they have a city income tax, to pay for this crap? They can live under whatever the hell laws they want, but what right do they have to expect everybody else to follow their lead? Oh, thanks for explaining it to this backwoods simpleton, somebody might buy a gun in Tennessee(the patron state of shooting stuff) and take it to New York for the purpose of committing a crime(the reverse of sending somebody to Tennessee for the purpose of committing a crime). Guess what, I don't care. The crime is already illegal. Possession of the gun is already illegal in New York. What good is it going to do to force a law down Tennessee's throat? The first nine hundred laws weren't enough, but one more would definitely get crime stopped.

In short, Mayor Bloomberg, you are a poor excuse for the sort of American that our forefathers envisioned. We would all be better of if, upon hearing Samuel Adams say:
"If ye love wealth greater than liberty, the tranquility of servitude
greater than the animating contest for freedom, go home from us
in peace. We seek not your counsel, nor your arms. Crouch down
and lick the hand that feeds you; May your chains set lightly upon
you, and may posterity forget that ye were our countrymen"

somebody had gotten fired up and just beat the stuffing out of your great great great grand dad to such an extent that he was unable to produce your great great grand dad. Then we would have been spared ever having you out there, looking for those who will kneel down and lick your hand. It brings me shame that posterity will know you as my countryman.

Sights

The factory sights are the one major complaint I have about my new-to-me SIG 556. So, I just ordered a Midwest Industries front sight for the 556, along with a Troy folding rear sight. Picked up a few of the newly priced black PMAGs while I was on the Brownells website.

I'm really leaning towards an ACOG. I'd like a 3.5x35 with a green chevron reticle, but I know where I can get a display model 3.5x35 with the red donut of death for five hundred bucks less. I'm a big fan of the chevron reticle on my dad's FNAR. I'm not sure what sort of precision you can get with the donut, but for that price maybe the SIG doesn't need that much precision to fill it's role.

Quote of the Weekend

"I believe that is the biggest hole I've ever seen in the end of a rifle barrel."
-My Granddad, upon inspecting my .45-70

Little bit Late

I went out of town this weekend and somehow my scheduled Friday Night Music post never appeared. So now, better late then never, we have Hayes Carll.

From the land of fruits and nuts...

Why am I not surprised that many of the people who would legislate firearms out my mother and sister's hands would also show support for a forty year old man who forced himself upon a thirteen year old girl?