A little levity, courtesy of C^2 (this is an email forward; I have no idea of its origins): You may have heard on the news about a southern California man that was put under 72-hour psychiatric observation when it was found that he owned 100 guns and allegedly had (by rough estimate) 1 million rounds of ammunition stored in his home. The house also featured a secret escape tunnel. My favorite quote from the dimwit television reporter: “Wow! He has …. about a million machine gun bullets.” The headline referred to it as a “massive weapons cache.” BTW, I am…
Category: Guns and Gun Rights
Of course.
I’m headed to another town to pick up a foster dog. I’m not ready for this. I told the local group I’d start fostering this summer, but things have been so unsettled I was considering ways to weasel out of my commitment. This is such a sad case, though. I couldn’t say no. The incoming dog is a nine-year-old who’s bouncing back to the group because a placement made six years ago has gone sour. The dog, a female black Lab mix, was very much loved. Then the adopter had babies, and “Betsy” never took to them. Eighteen months ago,…
Well. That didn’t take long. Vanity Fair decrees that anybody who doesn’t believe the fedgov’s every word on the death of Osama Bin Laden is a member of the tinfoil hat brigade. I don’t know what really happened. You don’t know what really happened. But we’re apparently nuts simply because … get ready for it … we suspect the federal government doesn’t always tell the exact, absolute truth about everything! Remember yesterday’s moronic economic analysis from the Washington Post? I think there’s a conspiracy between that guy and this NY Times opinionator. Two people just can’t be that stupid in…
World ended yesterday. Hm. Didja notice? I didn’t. Well then. Since we still appear to be here: ten everyday acts of resistance that changed the world. Ten incredibly cool homemade toys you could really hurt yourself with. The feds are moving Bradley Manning to Leavenworth. Where he might get slightly better conditions. We can hope. But notice the use of that word “detained.” Is it just me, or are the uses of “detained” getting creepier by the day? Didn’t there used to be a connotation of “slightly inconvenienced, momentarily delayed”? Now it’s getting closer to meaning “disappeared without a trace…
Eighteen years after Waco, some Branch Davidians reminisce. (Mainstream but interesting.) Sixteen years after Oklahoma City a fireman explains why he no longer trusts government. (Revisionist and eyewitness.) And in other news … Go ahead. Cuss. It’s good for you. Sitting, OTOH, isn’t. Next time somebody asks for your business card, Officer … (Side note: Do police ever tell the truth about their encounters with wronged “civilians”? Or is it possible that they really believe that any forceful comment or request from one of us is an offense, an affront, and an interference?) That poker bust. A sad waste of…
Hilarious. “World’s largest army.” J. said this gave him a “much needed big warm fuzzy feeling.” Me, too — mainly because it gives Schumerites cold, prickly feelings. It’s a comforting thought. But if push ever comes to shove, I wanna know what the “army” is going to do about those domestic invaders. Emergency preps on a shoestring. While there’s probably not a lot there that you don’t already know, it’s still food for thought. And it’s definitely help for those who feel they can’t be prepared because they don’t have a million bucks to buy up everything at Cabela’s, Lehman’s,…
Stuff I’ve been saving up … Thomas Jefferson’s bible. I used to have a copy of that. Might still be in the bookcase of my ex-Significant Sweetie. Mmmmm. Pickled carrots. Another of my favorite things, but usually too expensive to buy at a store. Must try that recipe. A so-far neglected discussion thread started by Rarick over at The Mental Militia forums has some definitely odd links “for the bored prepper.” Or non prepper. Definitely for gearheads. This one is supposed to repel dogs. But I think at least one of mine would think it was a dandy playtoy. And…
Though I groused about pink guns yesterday, Joel — who disagrees — has a point. In fact, his view of guns as (gasp) fashion accessories in some less hoplophobic and less legislated future evoked an image of the cheerfully armed denizens of L. Neil Smith’s North American Confederacy. Now, I can easily see the ladies of The Probability Broach wearing sidearms in pink or purple or paisley or anything else they wanted. Very large, very scary-looking girly guns, but nevertheless, girly. (WolfSong makes a point about the virtue of girly guns, too.) Still, in this world I’m not yet ready…
The trouble with advice … is that when you ask for it, people give it! I mean, that’s the good thing about advice, too. But it goes both ways. On Tuesday when I asked for tips on what to add to my reconstituted grab-and-go kit (which sounds so much more respectable than a bug-out bag), you were your usual generous and informative selves. You helped me and potentially helped hundreds or thousands of strangers who might google upon that blog entry one day. Of course, you also twisted my brain into a pretzel and will probably scare the heck out…
I was always skeptical about Liberty Dollars. But counterfeiting? Terrorism? That’s insane. Kent McManigal has a fervent rant on the guilty verdict against Bernard von Nothaus. (Tip o’ hat to Rational Review News.) OMG. All the embarrassing coincidences! As with nearly everything else, attitude turns out to be more important than tools when it comes to saving energy. Obama is a war monger as well as a war mongering criminal. And a liar. But you knew that. Nothing new here. But if the Nobel Peace Prize committee had any shame (which they don’t and never have), they’d be voting on…