May 28, 2015

One More Circuit

Another trip around the sun for your humble scribe.

It's been an eventful year, but I'm still upright and breathing, I have my wife at my side, my friends at my back, and the sun on my face.

That's as good a birthday gift as I could want.



May 27, 2015

What's the Term?

From elsewhere:

Friend 1: "What's that term you use to refer to people who leave the big city and move to a small town for lower taxes and less crime, then complain because they no longer have rapid response 24/7 when they call 9-1-1"?

Friend 2: "Idiots?"


May 19, 2015

Dear Abby

Dear Abby,
My husband is a liar and a cheat. He has cheated on me from the beginning, and, when I confront him, he denies everything.. What's worse, everyone knows that he cheats on me. It is so humiliating.

Also, since he lost his job 14 years ago, he hasn't even looked for a new one.
All he does all day is smoke cigars, cruise around and shoot the bull with his buddies, while I have to work to pay the bills.

Since our daughter went away to college he doesn't even pretend to like me, and even hints that I may be a lesbian.

What should I do?
Signed:
Clueless


Dear Clueless:
Grow up and dump him. You don't need him anymore! Good grief woman, you're running for President of the United States.

Brilliant

Absolutely. Brilliant.

(^^ Make with the clicky)

Nicely done.

May 11, 2015

Just a little patience RIGHT THE HELL NOW

Elder Spawn is approaching 15 years of age, and she's got about 7 times more mouth than ass to put behind it.

I'm getting sass and attitude and back talk on a daily basis, and I'm nearing my breaking point. 

Missus JB is every bit as flustered too, but it seems that nothing works to curb the attitude. 

I've decided it's time to start deleting things until she shapes up.  Cell phone, gone. User account on her laptop, locked.  Considering putting a pass code on the cable box for the TV, but then Spawn the Younger word suffer too, and that's not fair.

How the hell did we get to a spot where 14 year old kids think it is OK to tell an adult "Shut up, you're such an idiot"?  I can't grasp this... it never would have crossed my mind to speak to an adult that way and if I had done so, my mother would have knocked my ass into the next time zone.

I know a lot of folks will say "The teen years are the hardest and you just have to be patient and teen girls are the worst" and I just need to wait it out.

Problem is, I don't know if I can (wait it out.)  Historically I'm not given to a great deal of patience.

So how does one learn to be patient when dealing with kids?  Because if it was anyone else speaking to me or my wife like that, I'd knock their damn teeth out. 

Patience.... *hack*spit*

Right *AND* Wrong

I find myself struggling with this story as reported:

First, I'm glad the young lady is safe and away from the scumbag who (allegedly) did this to her.

Now, then:

A man looking for his abducted cousin kicked in the back door of an abandoned house and shot and killed her kidnapper, authorities in Louisiana said. 
The shooting Friday has been ruled justified by the Lafayette Parish Sheriff’s Department.

So far so good.  Woman is kidnapped, family decides to pound the pavement rather than sitting at home waiting on a phone call.  I've no beef with this.

The cousin, whose name was withheld by the sheriff’s department, said he heard screams from the house, said Sheriff’s Capt. Kip Judice. 
The cousin said he saw a man start stabbing 29-year-old Bethany Arceneaux when he broke through the door. The cousin fired several shots with a handgun, but he told police he wasn’t sure if he hit the kidnapper in the dark house, Judice said.

(Bold emphasis is mine...)

Here's where I get confused: He could see a man stabbing the victim, but the house was too dark to know if his shots found the target?  Isn't there some rule... the fourth rule, I believe... that talks about knowing your target and what's behind it?  Also, how could he have enough light to see the scum stabbing her, but not enough light to know if he his aforementioned scum?

Inside, officers found the body of Scott Thomas, who had a child with Arceneaux and had previously violated a restraining order protecting her, Judice said.


So once again, a piece of paper didn't stop a scumbag from being a scumbag, but an armed citizen did.  I'd like to shake this man's hand.  Well done, sir.

May 5, 2015

But That's Different!!1!!!eleventy!

Chris Matthews, of MSNBC:

[Regarding] the attack in Texas, we’re learning more about the gunmen who opened fire at an event where an anti-Islamic group held a contest on who could be the nastiest – draw the lastiest [sic] the nastiest cartoon of Mohamed. Do you believe that people set that kind of a mousetrap?

…I remember the old days when the Nazi Party and the Communist Party would sort of team up in a weird, sick, symbiotic way. One would have an event, and the other would attack it, you know? Well, I think she caused this trouble, and whether this trouble came yesterday, or it came two weeks from now, it’s going to be in the air as long as you taunt.

(Emphasis mine)

You know, kinda like how women cause trouble by wearing short skirts and heels and show cleavage?  Because rape is going to be in the air as long as you taunt, right?

RIGHT?

You f-ing MORON.


April 28, 2015

Tactical Nostalgia

Was browsing over a local gun forum, checking out the listings in the "For Sale" section, and stumbled across a Winchester Model 12 in 16G for sale.


The pictures showed a wood stock, deeply enriched by years of palm sweat, cheek oils, and more than one day exposed to the sun and wind and rain.  There was a soft hint of rust long since removed, the metal slightly discolored, and again it spoke to countless days in the field, being used to take game or for protection of the homestead.  There's a bead sight, nothing more.  It's a shooter's gun, made in a time when one's skill and practice were needed because you didn't have a scope that adjusted for parallax.

I looked at that gun, and thought about the history.  It was made in 1937, nearly 80 years old now, and it invoked a nostalgic twang.  In many ways, it reminds me of the Marlin Model 60 in .22LR that my dad handed to me some years ago.  It's a gun with history, character, and personality.

I wonder if, 80 years from now, we'll ever have the same sense of memory and longing for the "good ol' days" when we look at our composite furniture AR-15s with the FDE stock and foregrip and the laser pointer and the red dot sight.

I love my current vehicle, a 2005 Jeep Grand Cherokee.  It drives easily, fits enough gear to go camping with the family, and has been a trusty, reliable, hard-working ride.

Some day, I'll get a new vehicle.  If current trends continue, the new ride will have computer controlled this and that, a navigation screen, will integrate with my home computers and send me an email to alert me that the oil needs changed, and have a built-in coffee maker with heated cup holders.  And I'll enjoy driving it.  But some day, I'm sure, I'll think fondly back to the Jeep and smile at the memories, and let the old nostalgic sense awash over me again.

April 20, 2015

Poe's Law

This guy wins.

I mean, that's just MASTERFULLY done.

Bravo, sir.... er, "Xir".

April 17, 2015

Careful what you ask for...

Peter over at Bayou Renaissance Man has a neat story up about George Lucas sticking it to the locals when they threw a fit and objected to his plans.

I posted one story over there along the same lines, but was reminded of another today:

An ex girlfriend of mine was married once before we met.  She worked as an ER and ICU nurse, and her then-husband was going through medical school to become a physician.  As is the case, you don't make much money in medical school, nor in residency -- a doctor friend of mine mentioned that residency worked out to about $7.50 an hour when he did the math -- and you rack up a metric s--t ton of debt.

At any rate, she stood by his side faithfully, working 60 hour weeks to get the overtime to pay for their life, turned down a really nice position because it would have required moving and he could not relocate because of his residency, etc. etc.  In short, she carried him for 6 years or so.

Now, quelle surprise, when he finished his residency and passed his board certification exams, he "suddenly" decided that he didn't want to be married any longer, and let's just part ways and shake hands and best of luck and oh-by-the-way-we-need-to-split-things-fifty-fifty.

Somewhat incensed, but ever pragmatic, she agreed.  A fifty-fifty split.  Half way, down the middle.

So she pulled the cork out of every single bottle of wine in the collection (100+ bottles), poured half down the drain, and handed him the other half of the bottle.

She sold their competitive jumping horse to her trainer for $1.00 (even got a bill of sale), and handed him a pair of quarters.

Reached for an original RC Gorman painting (valued around $8,000) and a pair of scissors and asked "left half, or right half?"*

Sometimes, what you say you want isn't what you *really* want.

Careful what you wish for... you just might get it.






* The Gorman survived.


April 13, 2015

Random Pictures from NRAAM - Nashville

Because the Interwebz likes gun pictures... OK, they're not ALL gun pictures.  But they are all pictures from the NRA Annual Meeting trip this past weekend.


A smattering of the guns we had on Thursday at the farm of two very good friends.  We had a LOT more, and we shot them all with great frequency.



The Thursday range.  There was a plain-jane plywood target, home made swinging steel plate rack, and we had 2/3 of a box of clays for the shot guns.


The Thursday gang, after shooting, eating some brats and burgers and kielbasa and pasta salad and chips and salsa and deer summer sausage and more burgers and beer and more beer and more beer...



One of the coolest things I saw all week.  A decorative shelf with a hidden compartment for your gat.  KRISS Vector not included.


A double magazine holder for your AR.  A bit of derp, IMHO, but whatev.


Ambulance Driver exploring the built-in bipod on the Steyr Scout Rifle.


Pocket holster.  Not sure I'm a fan of pocket pistols in general, nor of holsters that include material in the trigger guard.  I'm not saying it's UN-safe, but it's the general idea of "don't touch the trigger until you want to shoot" that this holster seems to violate.


Because nothing says "Get off my lawn" like a gatling gun...

... Unless it's a triple barrel shotgun.

Charter Arms had their entire shipment of guns go missing on them.  Yellow Freight states "Not our fault, we delivered to the destination and have a signature", but nobody can find the box.  That's bad enough, and it will get ugly, but worse is that the case had some guns that cannot be replaced: The second one they ever made, the 250,000th one, the millionth one, etc.  




A couple pictures of Ambulance Driver lecturing at the Shooter Self Care class.  A truly great half-day class, and HIGHLY recommended.  

And finally: A Booth Babe.  Because nothing sells guns like a young lady in a tight dress with big boobs and sexy legs.

April 10, 2015

NRA Annual Meeting Initial Thoughts

Some observations from Day 1 at the NRA Annual Meeting:

* There are a LOT of people here. I'm not afraid of crowds, but I'm not super comfortable in them, either.

* It's kinda remarkable how many vendors are here. There is a lot of money in the gun industry and gun accessories.  At some point, it becomes repetitive (how different can your ammo be, really?)

* The assorted politicians speaking are not really saying anything interesting. So far, they've all mentioned how much they like guns, how they love God and the Bible and 'Murrica and how the liberals all suck.  Echo chamber stuff.

* Got a few vendors willing to donate to KTKC  this year. Very cool.

* The Taurus Curve is way too small for my hands.

* I want a Barrett 50 cal.

* Everyone is quite polite... "Excuse me, Sir" and "Beg your pardon, ma'am" are the most frequently stated comments.

More tomorrow with pictures.