Tuesday, June 29, 2010

On the passing of a long serving reigning Senator

This week we mark the passing of the longest sitting senator in DC. Sen. Byrd passed away. I'd like to take a moment to put down my thoughts about this man.

Not bad, for a racist fuck.

Monday, June 28, 2010

Moderation in all things

Because there is some dicknose out there posting chinese ad links in my comments I have turned on moderation for the forseeable future. I'm sorry for any inconvenience this may cause.

Friday, June 18, 2010

The Parable of the Liberal

You remember how people went about trying to achieve powered flight. They didn't begin with an understanding of the laws of aerodynamics. They didn't begin with a theory based on research and carefully planned experimentation. They just built contraptions, pushed them off the sides of cliffs, and hoped for the best.

All right. I want to follow one of those early trials in detail. Let's suppose that this trial is being made in one of those wonderful pedal-driven contraptions with flapping wings, based on a mistaken understanding of avian flight.

As the flight begins, all is well. Our would-be airman has been pushed off the edge of the cliff and is pedaling away, and the wings of his craft are flapping like crazy. He's feeling wonderful, ecstatic. He's experiencing the freedom of the air. What he doesn't realize, however, is that this craft is aerodynamically incapable of flight. It simply isn't in compliance with the laws that make flight possible-but he would laugh if you told him this. He's never heard of such laws, knows nothing about them. He would point at those flapping wings and say, `See? Just like a bird!' Nevertheless, whatever he thinks, he's not in flight. He's an unsupported object falling toward the center of the earth. He's not in flight, he's in free fall. Are you with me so far?

Fortunately-or, rather, unfortunately for our airman-he chose a very high cliff to launch his craft from. His disillusionment is a long way off in time and space. There he is in free fall, feeling wonderful and congratulating himself on his triumph He's like the man in the joke who jumps out of a ninetieth-floor window on a bet. As he passes the tenth floor, he says to himself, `Well, so far so good!

There he is in free fall, experiencing the exhilaration of what he takes to be flight. From his great height he can see for miles around, and one thing he sees puzzles him: The floor of the valley is dotted with craft just like his-not crashed, simply abandoned. `Why,' he wonders, aren't these craft in the air instead of sitting on the ground? What sort of fools would abandon their aircraft when they could be enjoying the freedom of the air?' Ah well, the behavioral quirks of less talented, earthbound mortals are none of his concern. However, looking down into the valley has brought something else to his attention. He doesn't seem to be maintaining his altitude. In fact, the earth seems to be rising up toward him. Well, he's not very worried about that. After all, his flight has been a complete success up to now, and there's no reason why it shouldn't go on being a success. He just has to pedal a little harder, that's all.

So far so good. He thinks with amusement of those predicted that his flight would end in disaster, broken bones, and death. Here he is, he's come all this way, and he hasn't even gotten a bruise, much less a broken bone. But then he looks down again, and what he sees really disturbs him. The law of gravity is catching up to him at the rate of thirty-two feet per second per second-at an accelerating rate. The ground is now rushing up toward him in an alarming way. He's disturbed but far from desperate. `My craft has brought me this far in safety,' he tells himself. I just have to keep going.' And so he starts pedaling with all his might. Which of course does him no good at all, because his craft simply isn't in accord with the laws of aerodynamics. Even if he had the power of a thousand men in his legs-ten thousand, a million-that craft is not going to achieve flight. That craft is doomed-and so is he unless he abandons it.

"Right. I see what you're saying, but I don't see the connection with what we're talking about here."


Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Oh, by the way...

Yesterday, I sold the last of the brass I needed to by me a new Mossberg 590A1 Shotgun.

New bangsticks! H'Ray!

Monday, June 14, 2010

Scary thought today.

About a week ago the Wall Street Journal did a survey of 5000 adults on 8 basic economics questions. The survey ask 8 simple questions like "Mandatory licensing of professional services increases the prices for those services" and the person had 5 choices; Strongly Agree, Agree, Neutral, Disagree, and Strongly Disagree. The interesting thing is the survey only counted those answers that were incorrect. And then they broke the respondents into political groups. Conservative, Libertarian, Moderate, Progressive and Liberal.

Not surprisingly those adults who classed themselves as Progressive and Liberal couldn't get 3 out of the 8 questions correct.

I remember reading about the survey last week and it wasn't till today that the scary thought hit me.

These types who can't figure out 8 simple economic relationships are the people who are running our economy right now!

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Range Report: Belated Edition

Sunday was my recoil therapy day. No pic unfortunately.

Sunday morning was the local steel challenge match which I shot with my Ruger .22/45. Note to self, never use Winchester Xtreme in it again. But I still had fun. I shoot competitions for the fun and camaraderie anyway. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Sunday afternoon on the other hand was the long awaited M1 Garand initial range shoot. I had 25 rounds of some unidentifiable milsurp that was pretty ugly even after I tumbled it for an hour just to see if it would clean up. I met up with a friend of mine, JeffP, at a 100m carbine range and we set everything up. Jeff has got a Springfield Garand with serial number sub-250,000. Really nice rifle and great looking too. He had some Korean .30-06 he wanted to finish off.

My plan was not to do any zeroing Sunday. I just wanted to verify that it operated and nothing was seriously wrong with it.

Boy, did I exceed my expectations! We got situated on the shooting benches and I sighted in on a torso steel target 100m away. BANG... ping! Okay, even a blind squirrel (SQUIRREL!) can find an acorn once in a while. BANG... ping. Really? The next 6 shots went pretty much the same way. As did the rest of the 25 rounds.

My bulls eye rate dropped down to around 75% when I went standing offhand and reacquiring the sight picture when I tried a rapid fire clip (tehee, I get to say clip now, and be right) was a bit harder than on my M14. But that may have more to do with the Trijicon front sight I have on the M14 than anything else.

Oh, and the best part was when I finished that first clip of 8 rounds and heard that unmistakable ping of the clip ejecting. That is something that I will always remember.

It was a very good birthday present to myself.

Saturday, June 5, 2010


Today was once my birthday...

But it is now owned by someone much much more awesomer then me. Let's all go over and wish the Bredalucion a happy anniversary! I, with grace and poise, cede this day to her.