Thursday, July 27, 2006
A jury found Andrea Yates not guilty by reason of insanity in the drowning deaths of her young children in the bathtub of their suburban home.
I think I'm going to be sick. I have nothing to say except I have to go throw up now. They should have fried the bitch. No-one that evil should be allowed to live.
Monday, July 24, 2006
Apparently a giant inflatable sculpture, in a park in Britain, lifted up into the air on a gust of wind and killed two people, injuring thirteen. When will these crazy brits finally realize that guns don't kill people, giant inflatable sculptures do! ;-)
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Monday, July 17, 2006
Here's a few pictures of a Lee Enfield I'm thinking about buying. Yes, the magazine is missing, but that shouldn't be that expensive to replace. It's been sporterized, which I don't like, but still it looks like it has potential. You can click on the pictures to get a bigger image.
Sunday, July 16, 2006
I managed to get out to the range yesterday and had a blast. That's my Mosin Nagant M91/30 I'm shooting in the picture (courtesy Jeffersonian), using some Polish Mil Surplus 7.62x54R made in 1981. I'm not a terrible shot, I can reliably hit something the size of a paper plate from 100 yards, but I wouldn't call myself a "marksman" by any stretch of the imagination. When I get my glasses next month, I'm positive my shooting will improve. My right eye is getting progressivly near sighted as I get older. We'll see. I also was able to shoot my SKS Yugo, but the sights on that turned out to be WAY off and noone had a sight adjustment tool at the range.
I also shot my "new" Taurus M605 .357 Magnum with the 2.5" barrel. With .38 Special the accuracy was lousy, but as soon as I moved up to the .357 Magnum SJHP's, things improved a lot. Keep in mind this was at 25 yards and most gun fights occur within 10'. I also shot four magazines through my Ruger 22/45 and was very accurate with that at 25 yards.
Anyway, I have to take off to go to the store.
Friday, July 14, 2006
Thursday, July 13, 2006
I just read a short story on REUTERS about a chicken that has laid an egg after a fierce hail storm with the word "Allah" inscribed into it in arabic. "Our mosque confirmed that it says 'Allah'," the farmer said. "We'll keep this egg and we don't think it'll go bad."
Hey, what's that weird smell? Did someone leave the gas on again? Nope, it's just the faintly sulphurous smell of rotting eggs in the desert heat.
Oh my fucking God! They have got to be kidding!
In People magazine, in an article dated "July 4th, 2006", there is a story entitled "Cindy Sheehan, Stars Begin Hunger Strike". Apparently, Cindy "Corpse Rider" Sheehan is going to be on a "Fast" until September 1st. This fast includes, fruit smoothies with protein powder and also it seems, coffe with vanilla ice cream. I don't call that a fast, I call that a diet. And judging from this recent photo of Cindy, she could definately use it.
Also, a few Hollywood celebrities are joining Cindy in her "Fast", volunteering to go on "Rolling Hunger Strikes". The list includes Susan Sarandon, Sean Penn, Danny Glover, Willie Nelson, and the Rev. Al Sharpton. Ah Willie, everyone knows that pot gives you the munchies, don't even think you can fool us. You'll be into the brownies before the first night is up! *snicker* What the hell are "Rolling Hunger Strikes"? Well, I'm glad you asked. Basically, if you were on a "Rolling Hunger Strike", you would give up food for a day, and then the next person would go without for a day, and so on. Again, I call this a diet. At most its a hunger strike with none of the negative effects like malnutrition and death. Some however, like "Diane Wilson, co-founder of the Code Pink: Women for Peace" are giving up food entirely until the troops come home. Okay, now that's more like it, but still lacking somehow. Hey, if you all want to really commit to your protest and show your beliefs, I have an idea. Do what the buddhist monks in Vietnam did. This will not only demonstrate your true, unwavering belief in your cause, it'll get you out of our misery for good. Not that I think anyone of you would actually do this, you're all too chicken shit.
Oh well, life keeps on going and going and going, just like the Energizer Bunny.
Well, it seems that Ms. Frisch is up to her old tricks yet again. After once more promising to go away and stop posting, she not only made another entry in her blog, but also posted at least one additional comment on protein wisdom. *sigh* She just doesn't get it does she. It's funny, in a sick, train wreck sort of way. Now it appears she has made the national news, via Brit Hume of Fox News. Here's a link for those who wish to see/download the video.
I wonder if the good people in Eugene, OR watch Fox News? I also wonder how this is going to impact her chances of getting employment. Living out in the countryside as she does, I suppose she could always get into pig farming or something like that. *shrug* I really don't care, as long as she keeps her stinking pie hole shut and keeps her computer off of the internet.
In any case, I'm done with this story. She's used up her 15 minutes of infamey and I'm already tired of her childish antics. Goodbye Ms. Moonbat, whereever you are...
A little fiction to start the day
I had a dream last night, or should I say, a nightmare. It was really weird. There I was in a post apocalyptic Earth. Zombies roamed the land, eating peoples brains and making other zombies. Strange glowing white, cratered spheres with black leathery wings fluttered around like house flies. And there I was, holed up in my house with nothing but a few hundred rounds and my shotgun between me and zombie lunch.
There was a shattering of glass from the first floor and a few seconds later two freshly made zombies lumbered into view and attempted to climb the stairs after me. It took me a second, but then I recognized them; Bill Clinton and Al Gore. "Holy Shit!" I mumbled and drew a bead on the former presidents face with my Remington 870 Express 12GA.
"I did not inhale!" zombie Bill gurgled.
"Global warming!" zombie Al hissed through ragged lips. I fired and zombie Bill's head disapeared into pink mist. His cheeseburger enhanced body twitched for a couple of seconds and then fell backwards onto the floor and stopped moving. Zombie Al continued climbing the steps, one delibrate step at a time. "I invented the internet!" he spat out along with several yellowed teeth.
"Like hell you did!" I hissed and racked the action on my shotgun. Seconds later the headless body of zombie Al joined his former boss on the floor of my house.
Suddenly, feral growls sounded below and who should step out into the light, but the decaying remains of Cindy Sheehan no less. "US out of Iraq!" she screamed as loudly as she could with a ripped out throat. Before I could line her up in my sights, behind her from the shadows stepped Dianne Feinstein.
"Mr. and Mrs. America, turn 'em all in!" she screached. There was only the telltale mask of red on her face from feeding that gave her away as the zombie she really was.
'Oh God no!' I thought. This was rapidly going from bad to worse! And then from the shadows behind her came zombie Sarah Brady, pushing the zombified remains of her paralyzed husband in a wheel chair. Other zombies began to spill out of the cold night into my living room. Ward Churchill, Deborah Frisch, Nancy Pelosi, Rebecca Peters and more crowded the first floor and then began advancing up the stairs.
I racked the action again and soon zombie Cindy and zombie Dianne jerked unsteadily to the floor. By the time I had reloaded, zombie Sarah was at the top of the stairs. A blast of 00 buckshot sent her airborne into the roiling crowd of zombies below. Zombie Ward Churchill actually made it to the top of the stairs before he lost his mind, again. Slowly though, I was being pushed back by their relentless advance. Soon I was pushed to the end of the hallway with an empty shotgun, being forced to use it as a club.
The zombies overcame me and began feasting savagely. In intense pain I withdrew my Taurus 605 .357 Magnum revolver and brought it to my head. I would not become one of them! Zombie Rebecca grabbed the revolver from my hand and another zombie confiscated my shotgun and remaining shells and took them away. Death came quickly, thank God.
The next morning, I think it was morning anyway; it was kind of hard to think straight now. I found myself stumbling around on a deserted street with a dozen or so of my commrades. The sound of gunfire drew me and the others to a little house beside the road. As we entered the dwelling, a frightened man popped around the corner and shot the zombie beside me. Before he could train his gun on me, I grabbed him with my rotting hands and ripped out his throat with my jagged teeth. "Guns are bad!" I hissed, "Guns kill people!" He gurgled on the ground in pain and fear as my companions and I devoured his quivering flesh. Soon though, he was one of us...
I awoke with a start, sweat soaking the sheets. I flipped on the light and made sure my guns were still in their safe. I took out my revolver from it's case in the nightstand beside my bed and held it lovingly.
Thank God it was just a nightmare...
Cheesy I know... *shrug* And just so we're absolutely clear here, this is a total work of fiction, no violence to any persons, living or dead is intended, or wished. If you can't distinguish between right and wrong, then please, check yourself into the nearest sanitarium and have them give you some strong medicine to make the world go away.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Hey, isn't a Corolla one of those crappy Japanese economy cars? Okay, that's better. A quick google search turns up a picture of the 2006 model(right top), which I have to say is much better looking than I remember. No, Adam Corolla (left) is currently (among other things) the host of a crappy morning show. The local rock station in town carries it because after Howard Stern left for Sirius, there was a vacuum created in the morning show department. Actually, I'd rather they'd found a way to keep Howard, he was at least funny at times. Hell, they could have even created their own morning show with local talent, but no. It's enough to make me start turning off my radio before I go to sleep each night.
So anyway, the other morning Ann Coulter (right) was to be a guest on his show, but she had the wrong number and was late phoning in. Here is the transcript of their conversation:
ADAM CAROLLA: Ann Coulter, who was supposed to be on the show about an hour and a half ago, is now on the phone, as well. Ann?
ANN COULTER: Hello.
CAROLLA: Hi Ann. You're late, babydoll.
COULTER: Uh, somebody gave me the wrong number.
CAROLLA: Mmm... how did you get the right number? Just dialed randomly and eventually got to our show? (Laughter in background)
COULTER: Um, no. My publicist e-mailed it to me, I guess, after checking with you.
CAROLLA: Ahh, I see.
COULTER: But I am really tight on time right now because I already had a-
CAROLLA: Alright, well, get lost.
He then proceeds to hang up on her. Can you say Rosie O'donnell? I was looking at my radio, aghast at how rude he had just been. Mr. Carolla needs to apologize to her, and do it now. To be fair, she did call in late and she did say that she was really tight on time, but still. With her being right in the middle of a book promotion tour, I can imagine how tight her time really is. Add to that the fact that she had the wrong number... What compounds the issue even more is that she was invited as a guest, as I understand it, by the shows host, Adam himself. I have but one word for this, and it is "Ambush". Pure and simple. Grow up Mr. Carolla, grow up now and give her the apology she is entitled to.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
"He said to them, "But now if you have a purse, take it, and also a bag; and if you don't have a sword, sell your cloak and buy one."
These are instructions given by Jesus to his disciples in preparation of them traveling to spread the word. Even Jesus didn't have anything against owning weapons for self defense. Something to think about.
Monday, July 10, 2006
(that's her standing in the middle)
1. see 'moonbat'; also 'democrat', 'lesbian', 'fucktard'
2. one of a number of the genus 'homo retardo' who insist on making vile comments on blogs and then refuse to take responsibility for their actions.
Personally, I will be the first to nominate the slimy little weasel for a spot on next seasons "Surviving Ted". Not to mention the personal enjoyment I'd get from seeing her squirm, but you never know, accidents happen.
Who is Deborah Frisch you ask? Well, she was an adjunct psychology lecturer at the University of Arizona until she resigned over this brouhaha, oh and here's her blog. Basically, she made some really horrible comments on protein wisdom about Jeff Goldstien's (the blog owner) two year old child, and now wants to duck all responsability for her actions. Between her and Ward Churchill, I can't think of two better candidates for manditory sterilization. Now, she is moving, unfortunately for me, to Eugene, OR. This is way too close to me here near Vancouver, WA. In fact, the south pole is too close for me. Is it too early to nominate people for the first manned mission to Mars (no return ticket, of course)?
What's wrong with moonbats anyway? Were they dropped on their heads as infants? Did their mommy bottle feed them? ...or is the problem simply bad genetics? Nature or nurture? Who the hell knows, and I no longer care. Perhaps we'd all be best served by them if they left for Iraq and volunteered as human sheilds.
Well, not a lot going on today. I wasn't able to get out to the range this weekend, so nothing new to report there. I am going out to Clark Rifles next Saturday morning, so that should be fun. I got my Taurus M605 out of layaway and after a four business day background check I have it at home. I haven't been able to fire it yet, but it is very solid and well made. One thing I need to work on is my tendency to aim "slightly" high when drawing (yes it's unloaded when doing this). At close quarters it probably wouldn't matter though as a .357 Magnum, semi-jacketed hollowpoint is going to hurt where ever it hits. I wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of it, that's for sure, but then again, I wouldn't want to get shot with a .22lr either.
Don't take a knife to a gun fight...
In chat today while listening to Gun Talk, it was discussed how a determined attacker, armed with only a knife is a real threat within twenty one feet. Apparently, it only takes someone with a knife to cross twenty one feet in one and a half seconds. Add to this, people who have been stabbed and shot both, say that they would rather be shot than stabbed any day. I've been neither, but they say that a knife hurts a lot worse. I'll have to take their word on this. So... In light of this information, I'd say that if some guy's coming at me with a knife and he's within twenty one feet of me, it's a definite "shoot" situation.
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Rebecca Peters - Used a horrible tragedy in Australia to forward her mercenary anti-gun agenda.
Sarah Brady - Used a personal tragedy to found The Brady Campaign to Prevent Gun Violence.
Here you can find a whole list of people and organizations.
There are more that I could link to directly, but why? I'm already depressed with just the two I listed above.
Just how many people are killed by guns every year? Well, here are some figures for you, courtesy of the NRA-ILA : Fact Sheet.
Firearms are involved in 0.65% of accidental deaths nationally, and in 1% among children. Most accidental deaths involve, or are due to, motor vehicles (40%), poisoning (17%), falls (15%), suffocation (5%), drowning (3%), fires (3%), medical mistakes (2%), environmental factors (1%), and bicycles and tricycles (1%). Among children: motor vehicles (45%), suffocation (16%), drowning (15%), fires (9%), bicycles and tricycles (2%), poisoning (2%), falls (2%), environmental factors (2%), and medical mistakes (1%).
Locally, in the two weeks leading up to the 4th, of July, we had 15 drownings and no deaths due to firearms. There have been a lot of deaths recently due to automobile accidents as well. As far as deaths are concerned, we'd be much better off banning Motor Vehicles instead of guns.
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Monday, July 03, 2006
" A well regulated militia, composed of the body of the People, being the best security of a free State, the right of the People to keep and bear arms, shall not be infringed."
In other words, a militia is composed of the populous of The United States, who have an individual right to keep arms, as well as bear (use) them against threats to their life, liberty and pursuit of happiness. The framers of the Constitution considered this the best security of a free state. Many gun grabbers would like to construe the second amendment to mean that it is the right of the state to form an army and not an individual right, but it just doesn't say this. The Federalist Papers provide more information as to the thoughts of the people behind the drafting of the constitution as well. If you have the time, you should check them out.
"A free people ought not only to be armed, but disciplined; to which end a uniform and well-digested plan is requisite; and their safety and interest require that they should promote such manufactories as tend to render them independent of others for essential, particularly military, supplies." -George Washington, from the First Annual Message to Congress New York City, Federal Hall, Wall & Broad Streets, 1790-01-08
George Washington says plainly that "A free people ought not only to be armed, but disciplined;..." meaning that the free citizens of The United States should be armed and trained in the use of their weapons. He goes on to say that our saftey and interests require the manufacture of supplies, particularly military suplies. So much for suing gun manufacturers for the actions of criminals.
Seriously folks, who are you going to believe: The Constitution and George Washinton, or the gun grabbers. I don't know about you, but I think I'd rather believe the founders of this country over people like Sarah Brady. In addition, these same people would have you believe that The Second Amendment applies only to muskets and swords. I call bullshit. The Second Amendment applies only to muskets and swords about as much as The First Amendment applies only to Quill pens and hand operated presses. Seriously, the whole idea is laughable.
Freedom or Subjugation, it's your choice.
Saturday, July 01, 2006
Here's what's new for today. What am I listening to these days? Well, I just picked up the new CD from "She Wants Revenge". Pretty good so far, suits my mood right now. I also picked up the new 2 disc "Collectors Edition" of "Event Horizon". For the uninformed, "Event Horizon" is a kick ass sci/fi - horror movie from 1997 featuring Laurence Fishbourne, Sam Neil, Kathleen Quinlan and Joely Richardson. Seven years ago the experimental space ship "Event Horizon" disappeared on its maiden voyage. Now, a faint emergency beacon from the lost ship is picked up and a rescue ship is sent to search for survivors. No one knows where the ship has been for seven years, but now it's back...and it's brought something back with it. It's a cool ass movie that you should watch in broad daylight and with all of the lights on. That is unless you want the shit scared out of you so bad you will have trouble going to sleep. Trust me on this.
Another movie I saw recently is "Running Scared". This is a modern version of a Grimm Brothers fairytale. It is exceedingly violent, over the top from beginning to end and a total blast to watch. The hero of the story is a low level mobster charged with disposing of a gun used to kill a dirty cop. The neighbor kid steals the gun and uses it to shoot his abusive father, and then he runs away from home. The hero must find the missing gun and dispose of it before his fellow mobsters catch wind that he messed up. Soon it's a race against time to track down the gun which keeps trading owners one step ahead of him. It's a very intense and gritty movie, I highly recommend it!
I also picked up some more ammo for my growing firearm collection (7.62x39mm, 7.62x54R mm, .38 Special and .357 Magnum). Oh. that reminds me, I found a nice nickel plated Taurus Model 605 (605SS2 made in 1997) in .357 Magnum at a pawn shop today. That's it above. It was in really good shape and the price was right, so before I knew it, I was putting 50% down on a layaway. I've been wanting to get a good CCW gun for a while now. I have been lusting after the Ruger SP-101 and this revolver is roughly the same size as the Ruger, but a little bigger. They both hold the same number of shots. A couple of weeks ago at the range, an acquaintance allowed me to shoot his SP-101. The recoil was amazing, verging on uncontrollable. I also shot his S&W revolver that was a little bigger and the recoil was manageable. So I decided that the Taurus was a good compromise. I'm not a rich guy and Taurus has a good rep, so what the heck! :-) Hopefully I'll be able to get it out this month or early next month. I can't wait to take it up to the range!
Speaking of ranges... I hope to finally be able to join Clark Rifles in Brush Prairie, WA. The only thing stopping me is finances, so I should be able to become a member soon.
Well, I can't think of anything else to add here, so ta ta for now!