Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Miley Cyrus proves herself another dumbass celebritute

once again. If you care as much about this twit as I do, you can skip this, though it is a nice marker of stupidity.

Unrelated to news, that parkerized pistol I tried the restore treatment on? Just to see how it'd work I used the Lubriplate SFL-0 grease. After wiping off the excess it doesn't seem to be bleeding any off; either the Lubriplate grabs in to the the parking better than petroleum jelly, or the parking was worn enough to not hold enough for it to happen.

No, the only defensive gun uses aren't the ones that make the news; often they're important because of what didn't happen.

Ever messed with a sling? The old-fashioned kind? Interesting weapons. I need to get that shirt made: a sling appropriately draped across the front with the logo "David cheated!"

My, my, my, the administration REALLY doesn't want people reading more about the facts behind the Terry murder, do they?
We know this only because Washington D.C.’s conservative newspaper got ahold of the court documents before the government suddenly made them off limits. The now-sealed federal grand jury indictment tells the frightening story of how Terry was gunned down by Mexican drug smugglers patrolling the rugged desert with the intent to “intentionally and forcibly assault” Border Patrol agents.

You can see why the administration wants to keep this information from the public and the media, considering the smugglers were essentially armed by the U.S. government. Truth is, no one will know the reason for the confiscation of public court records in this case because the judge’s decision to seal it was also sealed, according to the news story. That means the public or media won’t have access to any new or old evidence, filings, rulings or arguments.
I will also say that this only being reported by 'the conservative newspaper' is a sorry comment on 'journalism'; a story like this ought to be bigtime news for ANY newspaper that actually cares about reporting news.

If you trained police dog can't tell the difference between someone it's been commanded to attack and a kid running in a yard, then the damned dog isn't well trained or is not controllable. Or both.
Campbell Police Sgt. John Rusnak said a police dog can’t differentiate between a playing boy and a crime suspect.
Then why was it off the fucking LEASH in a public area?

“Read the column the UK's Daily Mail pulled for being too dangerous”

Because even writing about evil firearms and the right of self-defense is now too awful and PSH-inducing for British news.

And now I shall go make some tortillas to have with lunch. Since today I don't have to be ready to run off to work, etc.

1 comment:

Gerry N. said...

When I was a wee sprog living on the rolling plains of S. Western So. Dak., we learned about David Killing Goliath in Sunday school. My cousin Melvin and I, a week apart in age were fascinated by the prospect of having a lethal weapon by simply stealing our respective Dad's bootlaces and liberating the tongues of the now laceless boots. Seven year olds seldom look too far forward. That procurement procedure cost us each a damn good licking, but we were allowed to keep our ill gotten materials, having cut the laces too short to use. For years, Dad said he should have traded me for a mangy dog, and shot the dog.

Over the period leading into Spring, Mel got very good with his sling, and I got to where I could let my stone fly in a general forwardly direction. Mel actually hit prairie chickens and the occaisional cottontail. We got .22 rifles shortly after so lost interest in slings, I haven't messed with a sling for nearly 55 years. Mel's dad, my Uncle Elmer, showed us how to make rubber slingshots out of willow crotches and red truck innertubes, those too, were quite effedtive especially when loaded with 1/4" or 3/8" ball bearings we got from the workmen in the County Shop, down the road. Hanging around there and being polite got us all manner of benefits, free crappy coffee, free welding and brazing services, learning all manner of words which earned us the good ol' Fels Naptha mouthwash treatment at home. And pocketfuls of steel balls salvaged from defunct bearings. Wonderful sling and slingshot ammo, and free into the bargain. Being a kid on the very edge of a very small rural town in a much more permissive age was, in retrospect, about the best learning environment I could have had. At the age of seven, we went camping far from the stifling influence of Mom and Grandma, built fires, killed, cleaned, cooked and ate critters too stupid or unlucky to avoid us, went swimming and fishing, smoked whatever foliage we could pack into home made corncob pipes, stole and drank alcoholic beverages, rode bicycles many miles from home, and with all this, were considered "normal". Nowadays we'd be institutionalized and sedated.