September 1, 2015

Kilted to Kick Cancer -2015 Edition

Good morning, and happy September, my readers.

September is upon us once again, and as it has for the past 4 years, the first of September marks a very special day.  It's the time when a select few of us men, those with the fortitude and bravery to do so, drop our pants in the name of charity.

Settle down, ladies.  I know, I know... I get that reaction often.  But I'm married.

Anyway, we're back to our annual Kilted to Kick Cancer fundraiser challenge.  For the month of September, we will be wearing our kilts when we can, trying to start the conversation: "What's under the kilt?"

What's under the kilt, you ask?  Well, nothing more than a 1 in 7 chance of prostate cancer for men.

What's under the kilt?  Only a 1 in 36 chance of dying from prostate cancer.

What's under the kilt?  Possibly a disease that kills as many men in a year as breast cancer kills women.

What's under the kilt?  A potentially deadly disease that also has an incredibly high chance of treatment when caught early.

How can you help?  Well, that's the easy part.  If you're a man, you can get your doctor to run the necessary tests and perform a prostate exam.  If you have a man in your life -- a brother, husband, son, uncle, father -- you can urge them to get checked every year.

And you can donate.

In 4 years, from 2011 thru 2014, we've raised about $60,000 total.  That's $15,000 a year, on average, in 120 days total.

I think we can beat $15,000 this year.  In fact, we're aiming for $20,000.  But we're gonna need our help.

http://www.kiltedtokickcancer.org/product/ktkc-donation-2015/

There's your donation link.  Click, donate what you can, and if you'd be kind enough to mention my team, Team JBro, I'd appreciate.  See, Ambulance Driver has wrangled a few prize packages for this little fundraising challenge, and I'm really wanting to beat out JayG over at MArooned.  I want to take the wind out of his sails like a Tom Brady approved football.

I'm still trying to figure out what sort of thing I can do as an incentive, but for now, all I have is me, hat in hand, asking you to kick in what you can to help us kick cancer.

Click, donate, get checked.

August 26, 2015

A Small, But Important, Detail

For my fellow pro-gun bloggers, I have a request.

As far as requests go, I think this a minor one.  But, in the grand scheme of things, it is an important one.

We've long been characterized by the anti-gun people as backwards, ignorant, uneducated, redneck buffoons who simply aren't enlightened enough to understand.

It should go without saying that this characterization is wrong.  Old NFO, in a post during the NRAAM this past April, makes note of this:

"Out of 19 people at dinner, there were 17 with Bachelor’s, 5 with Master’s (including 2 lawyers and 1 doctor), 1 PHD, 2 nationally certified paramedic instructors, 1 gunsmith, 4 published authors, 1 magazine editor, and 2 members of Mensa…"

Gun folks are, by and large, fairly intelligent folks.  We can discuss ballistics (physics) and hunting and philosophy and religion and politics and medicine and law and whether or not an IPA or a Porter is the better beer for drinking by the campfire.

We are smart people.

An thus, it just absolutely irritates my very last nerve when we put up a blog post or article and it is replete with typos, misspelled words, missing punctuation, and so forth.

Here's my request: If you want people to take you seriously, you need to proofread your stuff.

Please.



August 19, 2015

This Story Sucks

I'm torn between loyalties on this story.

It should come as no surprise to the readers here that I am a huge dog guy.  I prefer the company of my dogs to the company of most people.  I get dogs.  I like dogs.  I am fascinated by their unconditional love and loyalty, their ability to learn, to perceive, the innate ability and drive to protect... The dog has all the characteristics I wish I had.

Dave Maggard and his dog Grace are known to frequently stroll through their Tanglewood neighborhood at 70th Street and Allisonville Road, but usually they're a trio.
Maggard says Thelma, a 9-year-old chocolate lab, broke away from the group during a recent morning walk, and when she wasn't waiting at the driveway like usual, he went looking for her.

It isn't quite clear from this if the dog Thelma belongs to Mr. Maggard or not, but later in the article we find a sentence that indicates Thelma is, in fact, Mr. Maggard's dog.  I would encourage Mr. Maggard to KEEP THE DOG ON A LEASH.      

A simple 6 foot length of rope can prevent many tragic events.

Like, say, this:
Maggard found Thelma two houses down, dead near the road.
"I thought at first she got hit," Maggard said. "But I looked between her eyes, and there was a hole right there."
Maggard thinks Thelma was shot between the eyes with a small-caliber gun.
Here's where my conflict starts: I don't know if the dog was shot with malicious intent or if the shooter acted in what he/she believed to be self-preservation (see a strange dog running up to you, pull your pistol, run thru the OOD part of the OODA loop, then shoot.)

If it was malicious, I want to find the bastards and hang 'em.  Then, too, I want to beat Mr. Maggard about the cranium and make him understand that a leash could have prevented this.

If it was self-defense, I find it hard to criticize that (while at the same time recognizing that labs aren't the most violent dogs and that there's no bad dog just a bad owner and just like a bull mastiff a lab can bite and so can a Shitzu and yadda yadda yadda.)  And then, again, I keep thinking "Leash the damn dog!"

And, at the end of the day, it's a dog that was killed, and that breaks my heart.

"You ask of my companions. Hills, sir, and the sundown, and a dog as large as myself that my father bought me. They are better than human beings, because they know but do not tell." ~Emily Dickinson

August 13, 2015

Three guns

I'm wagering that this discussion is older than dirt, but what the hey, I need something to do while on hold with a vendor's technical support.

Here's the question: What three guns would you select if you could ONLY have 3 of your current guns for all your purposes?

The restrictions: They need to be fairly reasonable to obtain.  That is, I should be able to head to the local Gander Mountain or Cabela's and pick one up, rather than try to outbid every single person on Armslist.   Ammo for the guns should be reasonably accessible as well.

Every adult in your home should be able to shoot the gun.

You are not restricted to any accessories or optics, other than as listed above (you already own it, reasonable, fairly affordable, etc.)

Here's my three, in no particular order:

My Gen 3 Glock 19.

My Mossberg 500 12G shotgun combo (smooth barrel and slug barrel) and Bushnell 3-9x40 scope on top.

My Marlin .22LR with the Weaver 4x scope.

Rationale:

That Mossberg will (heck, HAS) serve to take down ducks, pheasant, deer, and would probably take a wild pig.  And home defense, naturally.  

The Glock rides on my hip.

The Marlin covers smaller game like rabbit.  Also it's good for practice.

So, what three guns in your safe would you pick?

Heh.

I found this to be uproariously funny.


August 11, 2015

It Is the Same, But Opposite

There is this meme going around the Book of Face, where some picture is overlaid with the words "When you are dead, you don't know it.  It is only hard for everyone else, because they see you are dead, but you don't know.  It's the same when you are stupid."

Depression is like that, only exactly opposite: When you fight with depression, NOBODY else knows it.  It is only hard for you, because you see you are depressed, but THEY don't know."

And it sucks. Because you can't explain it. Or make it better.

You just have to face the demons alone. 

That's not a fight everyone is capable of doing. Or winning.

And win, lose, or draw, you face the fight alone.

Because nobody else can see. 

August 6, 2015

When the System Fails

There's so much wrong about this story, it's hard to decide where to start...

TL, DR version: 19 year old meets someone on line, she lied about her age, they have sex, he's charged and placed on the Sex Offender Registry.

The life of 19-year-old Zach Anderson, who was ordered to register as a sex offender in two states, is "ruined," according to CBS News legal analyst Rikki Klieman.
The Indiana teen was convicted of criminal sexual conduct for having sex with a 14-year-old girl. The two met on a dating app and the girl told Anderson she was 17.
Problem #1:  It's a sad commentary on our society when you've almost got to ask for someone's ID before you get horizontal with them, just to protect yourself from troubles.  (Back in the day, "protection" meant having a condom in your pocket.)

Anderson traveled from Indiana to Michigan to meet the girl he had been chatting with on the Hot or Not app and they had consensual sex. 
Under the law, Anderson could be considered to have committed statutory rape, but this case has several mitigating factors: he is a first time offender, the girl and her mother have come to his defense and the girl lied about her age.
Problem #2: The girl admitted that she lied, but the young man is still in legal trouble.

Judge Dennis Wiley could have referred Anderson to counseling under Michigan's Juvenile Diversion Act, but instead he chose to use the case to set an example. 
"You went online, to use a fisherman's expression, trolling for women, to meet and have sex with. That seems to be part of our culture now. Meet, hookup, have sex, sayonara. Totally inappropriate behavior," Wiley said in court.

Problem #3: How is any of that applicable to the law?  The judge has no business injecting his personal moral or social views into his rulings.  How is this guy still a judge, having violated the legal standards in such a blatant way?


In addition to the 90-day jail sentence and sex-offender status, Anderson also faces 61 conditions including restrictions that bar him from going online, dining at restaurants that serve alcohol and even living at home, because he has a 15-year-old brother.
Problem #4: How is society better served by placing this young man in such a spot?  "We know you were lied to, and therefore we're going to ruin your life for the next 25 years.  That will teach you a lesson!"  The kid can't live at home.  This self-appointed morally superior judge just broke apart a family and will force this young man away from the parental support that is so critical at that transition from youth to adult.  At 19 years old, having Mom and Dad there to help guide you is vital, and the judge just made sure that won't happen.  Can't happen.

He can't go to a mall.
He can't go to a school.
He can't have a computer.
He will have to disclose this event on job applications.
He will forever be branded a sex offender because someone lied to him.

Anderson isn't a child rapist.  He wasn't trying to feel up a 6 year old's skirt on a playground.  He's not preying on 9 year old kids.  He met someone who lied about her age and they had consensual sex.
And he's forever going to pay a price for it.  And that's just wrong.

Our system failed this citizen.

July 23, 2015

Range Report and Range Safety

Took advantage of a PERFECT East Central Indiana day, and headed to my local range after work for some recoil therapy.  It's been far too long since I've run rounds through any of my firearms, and as the old adage goes, "Shoot weekly or shoot weakly."

Besides, I'd recently picked up a 1938 Winchester Model 12 shotgun, in 16 Gauge, that I just HAD to try out.  Bought a box of shells at the local store, grabbed the Marlin .22LR just because, and naturally had my G-19 because EDC gun.

Got to the range, unpacked the gear, found that somehow the scope on the Marlin was only "halfway on".  That is, the rear-most scope ring wasn't secured to the rail on the top.  Which might explain why my shots were all sorts of off target -- normally, this gun is as tight as the loose nut behind the trigger is, with 1 inch groups at 100 yards.  Not bad for a gun that's pushing 30 years old.

Anyway, I re-secured the scope, ran some rounds through, got "close enough for now".  I still need a no-wind day to really dial it in, but for the purposes of today's trip, I got my fill.

Ran five mags through the Glock at 7 yards, was adequate enough.  Minute-of-Scum, should it come to that.  But again, I really need to get out more.


When I was packing up from the pistol and rifle range, I heard some strange buzzing sound.  Faint, but discernable.  Stood there for a minute, turning my head this way and that trying to locate the sound.

So, here's a photo of my range's firing line:

Do you see the door on the back wall, just left of the middle?

That door is usually propped open in the summer, facilitating better air flow, try to keep the firing line well ventilated and cooler.

Well, behind the door was an active wasp nest.  That was the source of the buzzing sound.

They never bothered me (I was shooting the Marlin from the far right bench (far left in this picture), which is for the 100 yard targets.  I did walk past the door to the pistol targets (far right in the picture), but again, the wasps never bothered me.

It did make me think, though: We always harp on "Range safety" stuff like Col. Cooper's 4 Rules, using Ear and Eye Protection, etc.  We've talked about first aid (in fact, I've helped give a class on Shooter Self-Care), and we are ever vigilant for people making a mistake with gun safety.  But I never thought about "Is there a wasp or bee nest nearby, and what would I do if I or someone else was allergic and got stung?"

I guess I'll be putting some thought into that.

Oh, and I sent an email to our club President as soon as I got home.  Posted the info to our club's Facebook wall, too, just to keep folks alert.

At any rate, I left them alone, they left me alone, I ran a box of shells through that Winchester (Oh... Mah... GAWD, Daddy LIKE!), and packed up.  Missus JB was waiting for me to get home, as she had a feast for the supper table.

But yeah... Sometimes, "range safety" ain't all about "Keep your booger hook off the bang switch until you're ready to shoot."  Sometimes it involves "Oh, hey, there's a wasp nest.... That sucks.  Let's pack up and go home.  Come back tomorrow with a can of Raid."

Be safe out there.

July 3, 2015

Happy Independence Day, America

Gonna be busy the next few days, so here's my birthday wishes to the country I love.

Happy Independence Day.

Be well.

June 16, 2015

I Salute You, Mystery Person(s)

On June 8th, there was this event:

About 2,200 pigs were set loose after a semitrailer overturned in Xenia Township. 

WLWT News 5's Jackie Congedo said a fire chief told her between 300-500 piglets were killed in the crash. Another 300-400 were loose from the crashed truck. 

"There's quite a few pigs that got out and ran from the accident. They're in the woods. I don't think we'll ever get all of them, I really, really don't. We'll try as hard as we can to retrieve all of them, but we probably won't retrieve all of them," Xenia Township Fire Chief Dean Fox said.

Today, there's this:

Three small houses - one constructed of hay, one of sticks and another of bricks - have been constructed along U.S. 35 in Greene County where a semitrailer hauling 2,200 piglets crashed last week. Officials were focused last week on finding surviving piglets. 

Masterfully done, mystery prankster(s).  Masterfully done.

June 10, 2015

Let's Do This

My dear readers:

Let's make this happen.

Spread the word.  It doesn't cost much... a couple bucks for a card and a stamp.

Make me proud...