There’s one deadly sin that we do less as we age, says the WaPost. Actually, I can think of several. But the article is still a nice reminder that getting old has its great benefits. MamaLiberty tests 9mm ammo. OTOH, while 9mm is emerging as the clear favorite in TZP’s current poll, Mike Vanderboegh offers a rather compelling, if strictly empirical, argument on why .45 ACP is “better.” (Great link to ballistics tests, too.) The Blackphone2: “not recommended at this time” for paranoid patriots. So typical. So very, very, very typical. That crooked cop who staged his own “murder” had…
Category: Mind and Spirit
Spirituality, moods, feelings, and thinking free to live free.
Take driverless cars, for instance. If we were in a less tech-perilous, tyranny-seeking time, I think most of us would be excited about them.
You and I may be skeptical about a specific new technology, but we tend not to be technophobes. We’re not ones who reject the new out of hand. We may not want to buy the first flying cars or be on the first ship to colonize Mars or the Moon, but we probably have friends who do want to and maybe even know a few who will. We jumped on computers years ahead of the average and were getting acquainted on BBSes before the Worldwide Web tempted slower adopters in.
So no, we don’t innately distrust tech.
Wow. You know that woman who drove into the parade crowd in Oklahoma? Apparently at least some of the media seems more than usually pre-programmed to blame the non-existent gun. David Codrea points out that the car-killer babe is apparently an Obama fan, too. I don’t know about you, but this sort of vague, ill-reported United Nations “science” makes me want to go right out and eat bacon. Maple flavored. Crisp. Oh, I have no doubt processed meats don’t qualify as health food, but I also doubt that the big bacon and sausage eaters dying of cancer are otherwise noshing…
It’s just talk so far. And European talk, at that. So take it FWIW. But if banks impose negative interest on customers, controls on withdrawals won’t be far behind. NSA-proof wallpaper? Faraday cages for all! (H/T Laird in comments) We must have common-sense sword control NOW! Fedjudge says DEA raids on legal dispensaries in California are against the law. The more news and studies that emerge about Obamacare, the more horrible that horrible program looks. (When companies can manage to get around federal regulations, this is the way humane and profitable health care gets done.) Peter Schiff writes an eloquent…
First time commentor Larry L wrote the other day:
I’m not sure what to think about this stuff every time somebody does a multiple murder with a gun.
Everybody trots out their well developed positions with their talking points and talk past each other. The people who are scared of big fierce looking black rifles want all the guns confiscated etc. The people who have their fierce black rifles will only give them up from their cold dead hands etc. Okay, everybody has made their point(s).
There are still x number of people in a theatre/classroom/church/someplace that aren’t coming home today and what are we as a society or civilization going to do about it? I don’t have the answer but shouldn’t we at least ask the question.
Not to single you out, Larry L, but I suspect that a lot of people who don’t believe they have a dog in the gun-rights hunt ask themselves questions like this when these horrible mass shootings hit the news. So I’d like to try to answer your question, which I’ve bolded up there.
Moi
As I was saying, we all have ways in which other people can look at our lives and say, “Why can’t she see how obviously she’s messing up?” I have mine.
One of them is doing things to keep myself from making much money. Although I deeply admire people who’ve accumulated a pragmatic amount of wealth and can be happy, prudent, and generous with it, I have a top beyond which I’m not comfortable going. It’s my ceiling. And it’s low.
Part I. Part II runs tomorrow. Really. It’s already written and in the post queue.
T.
I ran into T. the other day. I was arranging to buy two heavy bookcases at an estate sale and he was there helping the lady who held the sale move gigantic sofas and king-sized beds.
For many years T. has been the area’s go-to guy for yardwork and miscellaneous donkey hauling.
Thing is, T. is a fragile little guy, well into middle age now. To see him, you’d think he belonged in the third desk from the right in some bureaucracy, but he’s … just not there.
Nicki says, “Hey, Snowflake!” you don’t have a government-enforced “right” to a wider airplane seat for your super-sized butt. Well, we’ll see about that. When I had the recent infamous medical procedure, they stuck me into a wheelchair wide enough that I could have invited several friends to share the ride. The tech who wheeled my groggy self down the hallway said they have only one “normal” sized chair now. And yes, the reason is what you probably think. —– “My Dog, the Paradox.” An oldie but goodie from The Oatmeal. —– “Scientists” (that is, social scientists again) survey youth…
Can’t really speak to the merits of the lawsuit. But the notion that it’s it’s your own fault if you get murdered while in public housing is … novel, to say the least. This should hardly need saying. Flipping off a cop might not be the smartest thing someone could do, but it’s still free speech. Job of government: keep business people from succeeding. Now this is weirdly interesting: you cannot ride the backward-brain bicycle. Via A.G. in comments: What refugees carry in their bug-out bags. Concealed carrier stops a bank robber. A very sensible take on Ahmed and his…
There’s a crew out today, dealing with brush and noxious weeds on my property across the street. Two of the people, a man and his daughter-in-law, have done work for me before and I like them very much, especially her. And I trust them. But he’s in the process of handing their business off to her and she’s brought in third relative, a man in his 50s. The new guy’s been here twice and every time he’s around, I’ve got this prickly feeling. First time, he was here only 20 minutes and by the time he left I had the…