Gun Limbo

Today around 1:00PM I sat eating a Taco Bell tostada (no drink), in the truck with the engine idling and running the A/C because it's hotter than hell outside (well, not really that bad) to celebrate Global Whoreming and the upcoming concert of Dunces lead by the robotic dancing Goracle.
I was thinking about tomorrow. It's the first Saturday of the month so it's Practice. But my powder-dispenser is at PACT getting fixed - the trickler stopped trickling - and so I have no handloads. I shot the last of my CMP Lake City stuff a while ago and finished off the Danish too - I have no surplus ammo. I could shoot the M1898 Krag-Jorgensen since I do have some of that .30-40 stuff - I think...but it's just Practice and it doesn't make sense in a way, because there's no base-standard to measure performance - and the same goes for the Swiss K-31. I'm slumping.
I had been to a gun-shop just to get my jones, and had stared abstractly at a case full of black Tupperware guns feeling lethargic and failing to recognize any of them. Another case of gigantic, nitro-express sized revolvers failed to illuminate other than remind me of hand-weights on the carpet by the fireplace. About the only spark of resonance that emerged like a pixie was a blue-steel wood-paneled Browning Hi-Power in .40 S&W; that sparkled in the case-light. Above the handguns a thick row of silvery and black barreled hunting rifles marched skyward, patches of black synthetic forest broken by real wood with the occasional fat belly of a Garand-son stuck between the civilians - an M1A1. They had some Remington .30-40 Krag - $30 for a box - nevermind I have some at home. I drove out of the are and down to the freeway and home. Maybe I'll go online and see what Midway has...

Leave the Kid Alone

Poor bastard never had a chance, just read it: "Al Gore's Kid" - besides the utter banality of being #III there's the complete reality-disconnect his dad displays -would you want the Goracle as a Dad?? Reading bedtime stories? Probably never happened, but Good-Lord no!
Doing "the Ton" on a bike is something, it's refreshing and exhilarating - it's like freedom and electricity. My FZ would only do about a Buck-and-a-Quarter, a bit more if you laid-down on the tank and waited, listening to the cam-tappets, but up to a Hundred, ¡ZING! you were there. On a faster bike you simply hold the throttle open longer - and see a Buck Fifty. But a Priapus? How tedious. How excruciatingly long does it take to get there? That's like climbing stairs in a slow-moving elevator where somebody farted. And once you're there what have you got? It's TV. No wonder the other paraphernalia in the car with him. I say leave him alone with his embarrassment. He's not as obnoxious as the supremely stupid Media-Frankenstein thrust upon us as Budapest Motel - he hasn't sought that limelight. Poor sonuvabitch never had a chance.

Quote from a Jihadist

It's newsworthy when someone from inside the organization speaks to it's drive and causes - especially when dumbass apologists outside chant the opposite. It shows the inner nature that is different from the disconnected wishful delusions of the external chattering-class. Hassan Butt is a former member of the radical Islamist group Al-Muhajiroun who raised funds for extremists and called for attacks on British citizens - but he's changed his mind:

When I was still a member of what is probably best termed the British Jihadi Network, a series of semi-autonomous British Muslim terrorist groups linked by a single ideology, I remember how we used to laugh in celebration whenever people on TV proclaimed that the sole cause for Islamic acts of terror like 9/11, the Madrid bombings and 7/7 was Western foreign policy.

By blaming the government for our actions, those who pushed the 'Blair's bombs' line did our propaganda work for us. More important, they also helped to draw away any critical examination from the real engine of our violence: Islamic theology.

The numbskull Leftists and anarchists who use the conventional Media-driven line are the age-old "useful idiots" as Stalin called them, heedlessly advancing the cause of the enemy by their self-imposed imbecility.

Lying Sack of Shit Medicine

Fat turd Michael Moore has gassed-up another propaganda piece in favor of the most idiotic idea in a long time, Socialist Utopian Medicine. As pdb indicates, there is a titanic level of fatuous ignorance and a downright contempt for knowledge and facts associated with the notion:

Know that government interference always results in higher prices and shortages. It is not a matter of opinion, it is as much a physical reality as gravity or evolution. If your proposed solution involves government interference and promises lower prices or greater availability, you have just proven yourself to be an idiot who has no understanding of how the world works.

That's a fact, jack. Bad ideas don't improve in the hothouse of Gubb'mint - they multiply like a fungus or a flesh-eating virus though...
UPDATE: HT Tam at View From The Porch.

Rock Stars Against Live Earth

Les Jones has a round-up of The Goracle's latest debacle and attempted popularity hounding which includes the appearance of Yusuf Islam (Cat Stevens) - who formerly wrote such hits as "Peace Train," but since his conversion to Islam has called for the death of author Salman Rushdie... Oh great. Could Madonna badgering people about materialism be any less of an irony-deficient stupid crap-head...?

"But why is (Gore) actually organizing them? To make us aware of the greenhouse effect? Everybody’s known about that problem for years. We are all fucking conscious of global warming."
-- Boomtown Rats singer and Live Aid/Live8 founder Bob Geldof

Check it out, Rock Stars Against Live Earth.

Happy Independence Day!

We cleaned the windows and sliding glass doors. I would have gone out and shot guns but we kept busy with the cleaning - plus it's warmed-up quite a bit and it's cooler inside than out. God Bless America.

I watched the "Tales of the Gun: Early Machine Guns" DVD and enjoyed it immensely. Go buy it. Now I understand why they call the Colt gun a "Potato Digger" and ANYBODY can clearly see what an utter pile of shit the Chauchat was - just seeing it, it's evident crap. I just wish they had delved into the specifics of the German Spandau aircraft guns.
The word  machinegun  stands out in my memory as one of the first big and long (ten-letter) words that I learned to spell as a kid. To me it coalesced into a single word. We were overseas in a distant land and I was around 7 years old and I loved WWI airplanes - and they had guns. Before "Snoopy and the Red Baron" came out on a record, I was building tissue-paper and balsa wood flying airplanes that had roundels and Maltese-crosses on them with my brother. Living in a fairly poverty-stricken foreign country we had limited English language (and many other) resources, but we had an Encyclopedia Britannica and a stack of those Reader's Digest Condensed Books left there by previous inhabitants (those seemed to be in every Missionary's house). Since I had few friends to play with and my older siblings regarded me mostly as a nuisance, I read a lot - a helluva lot. A freakin' lot. I read the Encyclopedia Britannica that was in the house - skipping the dry stuff like "The Per-Capita Exports of South Dakota" - and mostly anything about the airplanes and pilots of WWI. I also bought books based on the covers, mostly the Biggles pulps that were a Rupee or two at the booksellers on the train platform. It was some of the only English-language writing available to a boy anyhow. Biggles was AWESOME, WWI ace pilot who in the post-war era became a mercenary-adventurer, shooting-up (or -down) the Bad Guys of Bastardistan and Assholia, while rescuing the occasional babe and stealing the plunder - jolly good stuff that, with guns!
In the Encyclopedia also were occasional diagrams. One that stands strong in memory of a gas-operated machine-gun - with little arrows and tiny writing describing the events and impulses and it's sequence of operation. To see it clearly, that was great stuff! But very tiny - reading like that may have contributed my poor eyesight - which went un-diagnosed for another two years. But now I could understand how the machine guns on a Nieuport, Spad XII, Sopwith or Fokker Triplane actually worked!
As I searched through the Encyclopedia for interesting material I came upon a similar diagram of a Submarine and digested it as well - the valves and pipes, the control surfaces and means of raising or descending - brilliant!! Here were Answers!! But it was the Planes that continued to hold my fascination. Another diagram showed how aircraft controls operated - which I kinda already knew from building the damn things - but more revealing was the one that showed the actual stick-procedure for take-offs and landings. Super!! I read about Otto Lilienthal and the pioneers of Aviation, and began to design in my head (and on paper) an airplane that could be launched from the roof of our house. Dammit to Hell! My parents never let me build the full-sized glider, I could have flown! Instead I got sent off to Boarding School and the vicious little monster 5th Graders of Phelps Hall, with whom I fought and bled and prayed with for a year before I could finally go home - and then we left that Foreign Country for good.
Returning to the USA in '69 a lot of thing were different. My friends had all changed, School had changed, there was a War on, and I had changed - I started to read Science Fiction. But it was America, God Bless her, and I had glasses and I could see - and it was great. Happy Independence Day!

Jihadi Smackdown by John Smeaton

Out-West here where a few cowboy legends still remain, the Main-Stream-Media plays a fast, loose, and deceitful editorial game of Three-Card-Monty - it's hide and seek with facts. The policy in effect is to capture and maintain their Drumbeat-of-Doom Journalistic Narrative, "Don't Mention Positives, Emphasize the Negatives." We are given tantalizingly little to go-on, vague references to a disconnected War-overseas, various Jihadi attacks, and spurious reports that often go un-corrected. In the latest occurrence a car-bomb was found in Londonistan, then another, and then a firey vehicle crash at an airport further north. We've had no word out here from the MSM whatsoever that any human intervention occurred - as far as the Media is concerned their Allies the Jihadi freedom fighters are spectral Ninjas who can pass through walls, nothing we little people can do will stop them - that's the message.
Naah, it aint true now is it?
On a break outside to have a smoke, airport worker John Smeaton went down to help a Cop and kick some Jihadi butt. If ya want you can buy him a pint.

Some Glaswegian please translate, I only got part of it.
Part II

Translation II: Your not hitting the police mate no chance. I ran straight down and other members of the public did the same as me. They all ran towards the guy and tried to get a kick in...take a boot. Just subdue the guy.

Man that's a beautiful thing.

And it turns out in another counter to the constantly streaming subtext that serves to explain-away and give credence to terrorism while blaming "U.S.Bush Foreign Policy is All Afault, Desperate and Poor Palestinian People Will Pop and Bomb" - the Terrorist-guy (now in the hospital burn-ward) is a Doctor in the UK practicing medicine - not some "oppressed minion of the poor and poverty-stricken," not a wretch only trying to better his family. Not that narrative but a different one of Immigrant Success BUT Multiculturalism Gone Sour. A wealthy and educated man, on fire and in flames attacking a policeman while yelling, "Allah! Allah! Allah!"
Some respect for the Hippocratic Oath, huh?
HT: Ghost of a Flea.

As Strategy Page notes June 29, 2007:...recently, the troops have been passing around an interesting discovery. Namely, that the Japanese psychological warfare effort during World War II included radio broadcasts that could be picked up by American troops. Popular music was played, but the commentary (by one of several English speaking Japanese women) always hammered away on the same points;

1 Your President (Franklin D Roosevelt) is lying to you.
2 This war is illegal.
3 You cannot win the war.

The troops are perplexed and somewhat amused that their own media is now sending out this message. Fighting the enemy in Iraq is simple, compared to figuring out what news editors are thinking back home.

Amnesty Inc.

"Jobs Americans Won't Do" - what a tedious and deceitful lie is wrapped-up in that catchphrase. How about jobs like car-jacking, drug-smuggling, gang-banging, hit-man... Are those inclusive and multicultural enough? [UPDATE: Forgot rapist, pimp, kidnapping and torture - anything else?]
HT American Dinosaur, over thirty percent of the murders in Pima county are committed by or to illegal aliens. This dude was in line to get Amnesty if the vote had passed - remember that, and remember all the ClotureVoters who need to have this hung around their necks until it's time to vote them out - and maybe also brand them "A" with a hot iron, so they remember it too...
Akaka (D-HI), Yea
Bennett (R-UT), Yea
Biden (D-DE), Yea
Boxer (D-CA), Yea
Cantwell (D-WA), Yea
Cardin (D-MD), Yea
Carper (D-DE), Yea
Casey (D-PA), Yea
Clinton (D-NY), Yea
Conrad (D-ND), Yea
Craig (R-ID), Yea
Dodd (D-CT), Yea
Durbin (D-IL), Yea
Feingold (D-WI), Yea
Feinstein (D-CA), Yea
Graham (R-SC), Yea
Gregg (R-NH), Yea
Hagel (R-NE), Yea
nouye (D-HI), Yea
Kennedy (D-MA), Yea
Kerry (D-MA), Yea
Klobuchar (D-MN), Yea
Kohl (D-WI), Yea
Kyl (R-AZ), Yea
Lautenberg (D-NJ), Yea
Leahy (D-VT), Yea
Levin (D-MI), Yea
Lieberman (ID-CT), Yea
Lincoln (D-AR), Yea
Lott (R-MS), Yea
Lugar (R-IN), Yea
Martinez (R-FL), Yea
McCain (R-AZ), Yea
Menendez (D-NJ), Yea
Mikulski (D-MD), Yea
Murray (D-WA), Yea
Nelson (D-FL), Yea
Obama (D-IL), Yea
Reed (D-RI), Yea
Reid (D-NV), Yea
Salazar (D-CO), Yea
Schumer (D-NY), Yea
Snowe (R-ME), Yea
Specter (R-PA), Yea
Whitehouse (D-RI), Yea
Wyden (D-OR), Yea

Minor Quibble

I like Brownell's, but man does their search function sweep with a wide and loose broom - while narrowing it is limited by manufacturer?. If I knew who the damn mfg. was I'd know a lot more than I know now. Using quotes doesn't have a discernable effect, or does AND - I'm just all counter-intuitive with it. Type in "AR15" and I'm still getting "1911 AUTO HAMMER" along with "BARNETT M1A/M14 GARAND BARREL"? Only Sinclair is worse but now they've bought them so the two can muddle along together - can I buy a boolean clue please? What am I missing?

Dodging The Bullet

America dodged a bullet today fired by the most corrupt, venal, vile, and oafish foe She has - the scum-sucking turds and bottom-fish circling in the rotten cesspool of the Senate, treasonously trading on Amnesty with foreign agents.
The bullet was fired by the sick and twisted bastards in the Plutocrat Party on both sides of the aisle, towards the heart of the Middle Class - but America's Voice was heard.
Now, out of the glaring limelight they will return to their foul spider-hole, to their perverted bribes, sex-scandals, and shenanigans. Now the Crazy Clown Brigade with baggy pants full of feces and wearing the giant hobnail-boots of Lawyers will seek to silence every opposition and quell the voices they were forced to acknowledge - thus the return of the "Fairness Doctrine."
When you hear the ultra-rich Silky Pony-boy Edwards lamenting "Two Americas" - does he meant that two is not enough, we need three? Or that the gulf he needs to keep between the Middle Class and his [INSERT UPDATE:] THREE- hundred dollar haircuts is not wide enough, it's stil bridgeable. (That was just a rhetorical question because what eminates from the pie-holes of those grotesquely deformed fiends can hardly be called speech or language.)
We should cross that bridge over the waste-filled Moat, with pitchforks and torches ablaze to capture and imprison the loathsome and disgusting monsters in the High Castle who have so badly served us. That is one meaning of the Second Amendment, that the right to violence is Democratized and divided - and it is a Right that is not held in reserve only by the Government but is shared among the People.

Cloture = Amnesty

The Evil Clowns of the Capitol Hill Bozo-Brigade are marching in big floppy shoes across the heart of America, stomping on little childrens' dreams. Call your Senators. Join the 50,696 signatures gathered (updated 6/26 11:20am est)on the Imhof petition to secure the borders, no Amnesty.