Saturday, February 03, 2007

Why I like to read Mike Adams' columns

"*One afternoon, while we were having class outside a female student apparently jogged by - behind where I was standing but in full view of the class – wearing very little clothing. An approving male student thought “What a nice (backside).” Simultaneously he shouted “What a nice (backside).” The feminist sitting to his right (literally, not metaphorically) proceeded to whack him upside the head with her notebook. I asked them both to stay after class.

Naturally, the feminist did not want to charge him with sexual harassment because she would be charged with assault and battery. And he did not want to charge her with assault and battery because he would be charged with sexual harassment.

It would have been better if the young man just learned to control his blurting."

The whole thing here

81 year old man killed

in his own yard, by police pretending to be dealers.

I first read about this a few days ago, I've been waiting for further to come out about it. It did.

If you haven't seen it, old man sees dealers- who turned out to be undercover cops- in his yard selling drugs. Goes out a couple of times and tells them to leave. When they don't, he goes out with a gun to run them off, and gets shot.

You can argue about whether his going out was a good idea or not. My question is this: since he was known to run dealers and whoever off of his yard, why didn't the dumbasses just move? Why did they stay there?

I am so sick of this.

Posts at Reason here and here

I have now tried the stuff

Gerry recommended, and it ain't bad.

What I found was Glen Garioch ten year old(the store didn't have eight). Not bad a'tall. Not as smooth as the Glenfiddich I mentioned, but quite a good flavor.

One of the things I found out a long time ago is that I will know if a whiskey is worth drinking(for me) by the aroma: if I take a sniff and my body goes "EEECH, GET IT AWAY!" then it doesn't matter how old it is or how much it cost, I won't taste it; if I do my body will make me look like I have a palsy for a few moments. I pulled the cork on this and took a sniff and my mouth started watering. Which is a good sign.

I'm not sure how to describe the difference between the two, but it's definately there. Not a bad thing, just different. Another good whiskey for sipping on.

If you need further proof of the kind of

nanny-state socialist gun-grabbing "I'm for the police" jerk Bloomberg is, go read.

If the little bastard actually cared about police, and wasn't anti-gun, we wouldn't be reading this crap about him.

Vacuum-sealer test results

First part of January I decided to try something with my food-saving vacuum-sealer. So I took two knife blades- no special preparation, just the usual wipe of oil they'd been put away with- and sealed them in bags, and buried them.

They've spent almost a month in the garden, through mud, rain and ice. Today I dug them up

On the left is the one that wasn't vacuumed out, on the right vacuumed and then sealed. Off to the sink to wash the worst of it off, then cut the bags open and pulled them out.

The stuff on the tangs isn't from this, those are forge marks left on(a rough surface helps the epoxy grab, etc.) There isn't a speck of rust on them, and the inside of the bags was- as it should be- perfectly dry.

So far, this does hold up as a good way to seal something other than food in the freezer up for storage. I know there shouldn't be any difference, but I want to get an old beater pistol, seal it up and bury it for a while, just to try it.

I know a guy...

Thursday, February 01, 2007

James and his pepperbox post

reminded me of something. His post is here, with a very good picture and description of the beast. What it reminded me of was a scene in Rooster Cogburn and the Lady. I borrowed the DVD and found it. Rooster is handing this to a youngster to help protect the lady(Kathryn Hepburn, damn fine actress). He describes it thusly:

I got me a .22 pepperbox here. Now, this thing shoots five times, sometimes all at once. It is called a 'ladies companion', and that is what I intend it be used for when I leave you two off.

Back in Fort Smith there's a sportin' lady named Big Fay; she was shot twice with this thing. But, she dresses out at about two hundred and ninety, so none of the bullets found their way to any of the vitals. But against ordinary people this gives good service.

One of those scenes that stuck in my mind.

Oh gee, the roach decided to crap on the keyboard again (additional at bottom)

Because, of course, the 'arrogant and intolerant' are- of course- not smart enough to understand the complexities and subtleties of the matter.

Again, I'm not going to quote from the parasite, because this fetid piece of writing pisses me off almost as much as the first one.

I didn't leave a comment, becuase he's made it quite plain that anybody who has a problem with his thoughts(Mighty and Nuanced are they!) isn't worth paying attention to. So I write this and contemplate that in some cases the proper formula would be 'Lamppost, rope, journalist...'

The additional: God damn the New York Times. Yes, that's a bit general. No right now I don't care. I'm sick to death of the sanctimonious little bastards thinking they can do anything they want to because "WE are the New York Times, you stupid peasants, and the rules do not apply to Us".

Listen to this bullshit:"The Times is extremely sensitive to the loss suffered by families when loved ones are killed in Iraq," Chira said. "We have tried to write about the inevitable loss with extreme compassion."

She said that after the newspaper account, with a photograph of the soldier, was published Monday, a Times reporter in Baghdad made indirect efforts to tell the family of the video release later that day.

"Indirect efforts". Sorry, worthless pieces of shit. From the prostitutes who submitted this to the editors(those mighty editors we're lectured about because we don't have them) who put this up.

Speaking of crapblogging and hot stuff,

and you have a tolerance for bad language, go here(site is NSFW).

I remained calm and collected on the outside, not wanting to give the game away. On the inside, my tongue felt like it was having contractions, and my gums were bleeding molten lava. After what seemed like eternity, I had sufficiently chewed the offending piece of meat to consistency that I could swallow. The sauce on the chicken burned my throat, and I could feel it as it slid down my gullet and headed towards my stomach.

And it gets worse from there.

Aieee! The Curse™ still has power!

Kim, if we send you some ammo or booze, will you make it stop?

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Amazing what roaches do to draw attention to themselves

I was looking at The Pistolero's place, which led to Right Wing News, which led to this piece of shit written by a roach. I'm not going to quote from it, the level of condescension and contempt for the troops dripping off of it is enough to require a hazmat suit. And a can of raid for the parasite who wrote it.

While calming down a bit I found that the Captain has words on it, and pointed to Uncle Jimbo expressing his opinion. Which is a bit restrained, but the man is a gentleman.

I'm not, particularly, so that's not stopping me. I just cannot find the combination of words that would properly bring across the blind fucking rage I'm feeling right now for that little roach.

Before I go wash out my mouth to get rid of the bad taste, here's another take: It's called 'gonad envy'

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

On the subject of booze,

Gerry mentioned some stuff to try, which he once drank to excess: "lemme tell you, the guys I was with were impressed when I got up at daybreak cheerful as a rooster with ten hens, built a fire and started coffee and breakfast. "

I have a story.

For several years a friend and I shared a space at the Tulsa Highland Gathering, he with his travelling bookstore, me with my forgings(I once actually told a lady "Come up and see my forgings"; worth it for the look on her face). One year he had his girlfriend along and we got a room in the motel to split. Friday evening was the pre-Gathering party for vendors and staff, booze and munchies. I'd recently heard of Famous Grouse scotch, and lo! and behold, they had a jug at the bar. So I put some cash in the jar and got a cup(those 8oz. plastic cups; no, it wasn't full), put some munchies on a plate and sat.

Not bad whiskey. I finished it, and got some more. Friend had some, finished it, brought us each back a cup. Etc. Finally he came back with two cups and informed me that was the last of it, dammit. By this point I was three sheets to a strong wind and hungry, and asked him if there was a place nearby with real food as the chips & such just weren't cutting it. Setting up his tent, mys stuff, unloading, preparing, etc., you get hungry. He had grown up in Tulsa and said "Indeed there is, to the car", and off the three of us went. With some other folks deciding this was a good idea and following along.

So we had good food and conversation, and I drank tea, and afterward- back at the reception- found more of that bird whiskey. And a fine evening was had by all.

Next morning the wake-up call rang and I grabbed the phone: "Yes, thank you. Yes, I really am awake. Yes, I'm sure I am", click. I rolled up, walked over to the window and looked out: a bit overcast but not bad. So I announced "Well, we'd better get at it". Had a beard at the time so didn't need to shave and had showered before bed, so just had to lay out the shirt and kilt and put them on. I'd finished, Brian was in the bathroom, and as I was singing something I heard a grunt. Looked over to see his girlfriend holding the sheet up just enough to glare at me, and this grating voice said "Why are you alive?", carrying hints of possibly desiring to end that condition. Unlike Gerry's friends, she was not impressed. Oh yeah, she was hungover. Bad. As in 'you stay here and come on out when you're ready', which turned out to be several hours later.

Nice day, except for the lady glaring at me occasionally. Reason came that evening. She said something along the lines of "You don't drink that much, how did you do it?", which made me start calculating. Which led to "Damn!" Went over it with Brian, and yes, in the course of that evening I'd had somewhere between eight and twelve ounces of neat whiskey. And I DON'T drink that much. Before, anyway. Since, really, except for one time... Reason she was pissed is she did drink regularly, hadn't had near that much and had a hangover fit to kill, whereas I, once I had put some iced tea down, was just fine.

And I still don't know why that much didn't knock me on my ass that night, let alone didn't give me a headache of mythic proportions.

I guess those of us with clear consciences, etc.

Monday, January 29, 2007

Kim looks forward to the Glorious DayTM,

but if this crap keeps up it'll have to include full-scale battles of maneuver:
Children will be taught race relations and multiculturalism with every subject they study -from Spanish to science - under controversial changes to the school curriculum announced by the Government.

In music and art, they could have to learn Indian and Chinese songs and instruments, and West African drumming • 'School drop-outs regret leaving'

In maths and science, key Muslim contributions such algebra and the number zero will be emphasised to counter Islamophobia.

And in English, pupils will study literature on the experiences of migration - such as Zadie Smith's novel White Teeth, or Brick Lane, by Monica Ali.

So shortly after Tony Effin' Blair seems to have awakened to the fact that his dear multi-culti bullshit is working on destroying Britain, at least some of his various minions haven't gotten the word.

Under the recommendations - put forward in a report by former headmaster Sir Keith Ajegbo -teachers will be expected to make 'explicit references to cultural diversity' in as many subjects as possible....

And let us not forget the more blatant bowing down to the enemy:
IN A move widely seen to be bowing to Muslim pressure, Bolton Council has scrapped its Holocaust Memorial Day event.

The council is to replace it with a Genocide Memorial Day in June. This is in line with the policy of the Muslim Council of Britain, which continues to boycott HMD and is asking for a Genocide Day, which will also mark "the ongoing genocide and human rights abuses of Palestinians" by Israelis.

The council decision was made in consultation with the town's Interfaith Council.

Well, at least the 'Interfaith Council was consulted.

But Rabbi Joseph Lever of United Synagogue who has participated in the Bolton event for around three years was not consulted on the decision. He said: "I mourn the fact that the Holocaust Memorial Day event will not take place in Bolton this year."

Louis Rapaport, president of the Jewish Representative Council of Greater Manchester, was equally disappointed that the Jewish community was not consulted.

Mr. Free Market, The Englishman and others better lay in some ammo. Before the Brit government decides that any Subject of the Crown having arms(except for the muslims who'll be excepted; but hell, they're not really SotC anyway) is a 'violation of multiculturalist norms' or some damn thing.

With all the "He's not dead yet!" from the castro buttmonkeys

Sunday, January 28, 2007

No, not much in the way of range stuff lately,

or forging work. It's too cold outside for the rifle range to be fun, same for forging, and haven't done anything new with handguns or shotguns lately other than the Webley cylinder and buckshot loads.

One of the side effects of old injuries and general wear is my hands get stiff in the cold, which makes trying to do stuff in the garage chancy: I do not like working with power tools, or sharp hand tools, when my hands have a fair chance of slipping or something else nasty happening. Which sucks. Up until a couple of years ago I'd save up things like fitting guards to blades for cold weather; now I'm afraid I'll screw it up. So no pics of that stuff for a while.

And I'm out of whiskey, too. Which has nothing to do with the above except that it pisses me off as well. My favorite of the type, Glenfiddich Solera Reserve. The only fifteen-year-old legal for me. I'm not a snob on booze, if I like it that's what counts, which is the problem here because a: not many places carry it and b: it is NOT inexpensive booze. Mind you, a bottle will last me at least three months(just a shot now & then) so it's not terrible. Except this close to the end of the month.

I'll throw in something I once read, that on scotch anything above fifteen years you're paying for snob appeal. From the stuff I've tasted, they weren't kidding. I will say there's a definate difference between ten or twelve years and fifteen, so I save up for the good stuff.

Ah well, taking naproxyn for the back & leg, I probably shouldn't be drinking this stuff anyway.

As if we needed any further reason to whack any Iranian

found in Iraq, check this out from Q&O on the attack in Karbala:
Mahawil is in Babil province, about 27 miles directly west of Karbala. While it is impossible to prove, the attackers may have been making a bee-line towards the Iranian border.

The Karbala raid makes sense in light of the U.S. raids on the Iranian diplomatic missions in Baghdad and Irbil, where Iranian Qods Force agents were captured, along with documentation that divulged Iran's involvement with and support of Shia death squads, the Sunni insurgent, and al-Qaeda in Iraq and Ansar al-Sunnah. Five Iranians from the Irbil raid are still in U.S. custody, and captured U.S. soldiers would provide for excellent bargaining chips

IF it is confirmed that Iran's Qods Force was responsible, the news that the United States has authorized the death or captured of Iranian agents inside Iraq, as well as in Afghanistan and Lebanon makes all the more sense.

We've already found Iranians and newly Made-In-Iran equipment in the hands of the tangos; we didn't NEED anything further to 'authorize the death or capture of Iranian agents'. If the previous crap didn't count, THIS should count as an 'act of war' against us and Iraq.

When everything looks like a nail,

the only tool you think you need is a hammer. And if any noting of a problem connected to a group is 'racism', then you've lost the capacity to actually deal with the problem.

Kevin had the above-linked back & forth with a guy, and it reminded me of a radio show I used to listen to here in Oklahoma City. Can't remember the ladies name, the show was on KTOK in the afternoons. Not my favorite show, but tended to listen most days.

One afternoon I was driving south and had her on while she was going on about the 'murder epidemic' in the U.S. and touching on the need for more gun laws(early 80's I believe) because things were 'so much better' in Britain, etc. A guy called in and pointed out the same problem noted in Kevin's post, that if you weren't an inner-city minority male, you weren't facing an 'epidemic; that the mess there was primarily gang- and drug-related, and that if you subtracted those numbers from our homicide rate, our numbers were actually very close to those of Britain. She asked him "Then what's the answer?" and he replied he didn't know what the whole answer to it was.

And she absolutely savaged him. "How dare you say such things without having an answer for them", etc. And the next guy who called in started off with "And he'll tell you 'some of his friends are black', won't he?", and the two of them spent the next couple of minutes talking about how obviously the guy was a racist, and so forth.

And I turned her off. And I never listened to her show again. That was the first time I can remember I actually got hit with the bullshit that taking note of a problem made you a racist/bigot/homophobe/(fill in the insult).

That crap is a big problem for a number of reasons, but the biggest to me is that saying that is, in effect, putting even taking notice of a problem out of bounds. And if you can't speak of a problem, you can't do anything about it.

We're surrounded by that crap, have been for years. Don't mention problems affecting any racial group because that's being a racist; don't mention a problem affecting a minority group because that makes you a bigot(caveat: if you're blaming all the problems on white males and/or conservative beliefs, you get a pat on the head). And as we've seen in dealing with islamist nutcases, almost any group that's an 'approved' minority or victim group cannot be critized anymore without you being called a racist nowadays; apparently any approved-victim group now gets to be considered a 'race' for the sake of staving off criticism/notice of problem/etc.

This also tends to prevent people within a group from doing something, because it pretty much always goes hand-in-hand with "You're a victim, you are not responsible for your problems, so you can't be blamed for them. Or expected to fix them." Which just screws people up worse.

It's one of the wonders of the world that the people in charge of this actually think it helps people. The islamic world, in the mid-East at least, has the slight defense that their culture has always blamed outside forces for problems(that way you're not shamed by not doing something about it): outside that, there's no damn excuse for it. It's condescending, it's hugely bigoted, and in ruins lives.

And I'm damn sick of it.

John Effin' Kerry

is a vile, two-faced, lying, worthless little sack of crap.

After I found this at Captain's Quarters, I was looking over Instapundit found he had summed up this sorry little excuse for a man very well: Like Jimmy Carter, he'll never forgive America for rejecting him, and he'll console himself with the approval of America's enemies.