Archive for August, 2007

I Want It Too

August 18, 2007

Shamelessly filched from Josh

Can I get one color-matched to my Jeep?

What kinds of fun can be had with it? See below.
http://www.liveleak.com/player.swf

Fun, fun, fun, till daddy takes the t-bird away…

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Buy Some Ammo or Gun Stuff on Aug. 28, And Tell Your Friends To Do The Same…

August 18, 2007

…even better, buy a gun if you can…
In response to the item mentioned here:

On August 28, activists in cities across America will hold a national day of protest to focus attention on the scourge of illegal gun trafficking. August 28th is the anniversary of Martin Luther King’s historic March on Washington in 1963.”

“The Brady Campaign and its network of Million Mom March Chapters is supporting the efforts of Reverend Jesse Jackson’s Rainbow PUSH Coalition to draw attention to gun violence by organizing local events to be held in cities across America. So far, Brady Campaign activists have confirmed more than a dozen events, and more are expected.” …

..the peerless David Codrea over at The War On Guns came up with an excellent idea: Buy a box of ammunition or anything else gun-related on that day, and a few days before, tell the local gun shops about the protest and our little way of counter-protesting. I don’t know if the local gun shops would give a discount on a gun, but I don’t know why they wouldn’t give a discount on things like bullets, powder, primers, targets or anything else gun-related just for a day.
Like the title says, a week from Tuesday, go buy something gun-related, and tell your friends to do the same, and tell the gun stores about it beforehand. We should take every opportunity to
step up to the plate and defend our rights, and this is one great way to do it.

Yet Another RCOB Moment: 60 Minutes, and Stop Snitchin’

August 12, 2007

Warning — Profanity alert!
So I made the mistake of watching 60 Minutes tonight, and apparently it was a rerun of an older episode about the whole Stop Snitchin’ phenomenon. And this rapper who calls himself Cam’ron actually admitted he wouldn’t turn in a serial killer living next door because “it would be bad for business.” And all I can say to that is what I told my folks when I heard him say that — “Anybody who wouldn’t turn in a serial killer is a piece of shit.” This sentiment was further confirmed when I heard him later say, in what seemed to be a defense of the thug culture, “I just think that rap takes way more slack than the video games and the movies. We don’t make guns. Smith and Wesson makes guns…Like, white people make guns and bullets and all we’re doing is rhyming and putting words together.” And then all I could do was yell out, “Smith and Wesson didn’t pull that goddamned trigger, you motherfucker!”
Even my folks were surprised at that…I don’t usually get so animated, but my, did that ever piss me off. That was just downright brazen of him to come right out with such bigotry. Rarely are bigots so honest! And it’s amazing how Jesse Jackson and his fellow race hustlers never point the finger at those who have attitudes like that and call them out for what they’re doing to hip-hop and black culture. Sure it’s easier to blame the guns, but Jesse ought to be asking what kind of mentality is bred from the thought that turning in a serial killer is “bad for business.”
At least one person sees this mentality for the danger it is, though, and the double standards that those who subscribe to it adhere to. Educator Geoffrey Canada had this to say:
“You don’t need someone destroying you when your own people are the worst messengers possibly…And this is what black people in America have not come to grips with. If we had a bunch a people in robes saying this stuff, there would be a movement all over America to shut this thing down. That it’s young black millionaires, we are doing nothing.”
I really couldn’t have said it any better than that…

teh Saturday morning funnay….

August 11, 2007

…as Tam said, “must stop laughing...hurts…can’t…breathe….”
And with a little exploration, I found this. Some absolutely priceless stories. You’re absolutely cheating yourself if you don’t read them! No snippets, just click!
Oh, and before you do, put down your drink…

A Bad Answer To A Stupid Question

August 9, 2007

Via just about everyone, comes this, on the campaign trail with Mitt Romney:

Republican presidential hopeful Mitt Romney on Wednesday defended his five sons’ decision not to enlist in the military, saying they’re showing their support for the country by “helping me get elected.”

Call that whatever you want, but if it’s not the definition of asinine, I don’t know what is. The woman who asked the question, the name of the organization she was identified with raises a huge red flag, but still I can’t help but agree with what she said later:

The woman who asked the question, Rachel Griffiths, 41, of Milan, Ill., identified herself as a member of Quad City Progressive Action for the Common Good, as well as the sister of an Army major who had served in Iraq.

“Of course not,” Griffiths said when asked if she was satisfied with Romney’s answer. “He told me the way his son shows support for our military and our nation is to buy a Winnebago and ride across Iowa and help him get elected.”

Progressive Action for the Common Good…I think that pretty much says it all. But as for Romney’s sons thinking he’d make a great president, well, there are more of a few of us in the Republican base who beg to differ and think that his sons are indeed NOT doing the country any kind of good — on the contrary. It would seem that in addition to being a panderer, who will do or say just about anything to get elected (click here), Romney’s a bit of a narcissist. I read a comment somewhere that that particular remark from Romney sounded like something John Kerry would say, and that sounds about right to me. He’s just one more RINO that needs to just mosey on back to his lefty refuge.

Yet More Contemptible GFW Inadequacy

August 7, 2007

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Via Ahab, we have this, from, well…good grief, just read it (emphasis mine — ed.)…

“Guns are great to have around,” he continues. “Just like seat belts and fire extinguishers – you don’t know when you’re going to need one, but when there’s an intruder in my house I’ll be glad to have it.” I look around and watch a dozen or so gun-toting, plaid-wearing bearded guys nod in agreement. I decide now’s not the time to mention that children can’t accidentally kill themselves by playing with seat belts and a fire can’t steal your fire extinguisher and use it against you.

My, aren’t WE witty today…but for the fact that a kid can get hurt or, yes, even killed by playing with the seat belt. If kid takes off seatbelt while Mom’s blasting down the highway at 75 mph and they get in a wreck, chances are kid will be hurt, or, yes, killed. As for the fire stealing the fire extinguisher, well, that’s what training and practice are for, so the bad guy doesn’t get the drop on you…It’s been said before, but it deserves to be said again: Being in possession of a gun doesn’t make you armed any more than possession of a guitar makes you a virtuoso musician. Something that was quite obviously lost on this, this…person. *spit*

Having completed my eight-second firearm tutorial, I don my safety goggles and large red earmuffs and head for the shooting range. Carefully cradling my pistol and a box of 50 .38 Specials to my chest, I ease my way down to lane number six. Every few seconds I violently twitch as another gun is fired; even with ear protection the noise is deafening. I’ll be glad to get out of here without soiling my undergarments.

There is much I could say to that, but the fact that a grown man would admit — in print — that handling a firearm makes him want to crap on himself, well, that says volumes more than I could, even at my most eloquent. (As an aside, I personally think the .38 Special is a pussycat, relatively speaking. I guess it’s a good thing this cretin didn’t try .357 Magnum. He’d probably have suffered a massive heart attack right there on the spot.)

I take my target – a large off-white sheet featuring a potential intruder’s head and torso – and clip it to the metal pole above me. A flick of a switch sends it flying backward into space. I load my pistol and take aim, briefly wondering how much it hurts to accidentally shoot oneself in the foot.

I squeeze off shot after shot, jumping at the sound of each one. Some people feel powerful with a pistol in their hand; I feel terror. I reload rapidly, hoping I run out of rounds before I run out of luck and end up with nine fingers.

Well, kemosabe, if you keep your hands and feet away from the hole the bullet comes out of, you won’t have to wonder how much it hurts to shoot yourself, because you won’t do it…but I guess that kind of logic is obviously way out of the league of some people…

It’s not until I leave that I relax enough to take a look at my target. Though I aimed at my intruder’s heart on every shot, most sailed wide, past his right shoulder. When I find an intruder in my house, I’ll just throw a fire extinguisher at him.

You do that. But don’t expect a real man to have any sympathy for you when said intruder takes that fire extinguisher and bashes your pathetic little skull in.
Sorry if I come off as harsh, but there is just no excuse for this kind of thinking. I think Eric S. Raymond said it best:

To believe one is incompetent to bear arms is, therefore, to live in corroding and almost always needless fear of the self — in fact, to affirm oneself a moral coward.

Moral coward. Sounds about right to me. They might scream and wail about me being judgmental, but the hell with them. I just call it like I see it. And a man who’s so obviously unwilling to defend himself with whatever means he has at his disposal isn’t a man at all, but a mere shell of one.

Cheap Sunday Range Fun

August 5, 2007

…relatively speaking, anyway…
I got a call Friday afternoon from BZ Gun & Repair in Groves. The clerk told me he had gotten some Berry’s 180-grain .40S&W/10mm bullets in if I was interested in them. Never heard of ’em before. So I did some research. Come to find out they were copper-plated instead of copper-jacketed. Which means, of course, that you can’t drive ’em as fast as a jacketed bullet because the plating could come off and you’d get leading. I’d seen some conflicting reports of how fast one could load them to before getting adverse effects, anywhere from 1100 to 1300 feet per second — and one brave soul was loading them to about fourteen-and-a-half, with what I am guessing was .357 Magnum, with no leading. ‘Least that’s what he said. Anyway, I bit the bullet, so to speak, and swung by there yesterday morning to pick some up. Just a box of 100, to experiment with. Later I sat down at my bench and loaded 50 rounds, with the most conservative data I could find for my components. Finished product:

Cartridge: 10mm Auto
Case: Federal twice-fired American Eagle
Bullet: 180-grain plated flat-nose
Powder Charge: 12.1 grains of Accurate Arms No. 9
Primer: CCI large pistol
OAL: 1.260″

I took it to the range this morning, with my Kimber Stainless Target II. Accurate rated that load for 1086 fps, albeit with a different bullet, and I was thinking it would shoot faster than that rating as did the 155-grain Hornady XTPs I’ve been using so far. I figured right. I took a 20-shot string and was averaging 1153.35 feet per second, with a low of 1112 and high of 1190. Only two of the shots were below 1120, though, and if you take those out it works out to about 1157 fps, with most of the shots running between 1130 and 1170. Very nice, and accurate, little midrange plinking load, runs about even with the Remington UMCs’ 1150 fps. Seems like the recoil was a little heavier with these than with the 155-grainers, even though the latter was running about 200 fps faster. But it was still very manageable, with, just as important, no leading. I think I’ve found a winner here, for about $20 for a box of 100 completed rounds; it could go lower than that, of course, if I order components in bulk. Beats the living hell out of $25 for a box of 50. The more I roll my own, the more I like it!

Friday Morning 1911 Musings: A 1911A1 Like Grandpa’s?

August 3, 2007

An interesting question posed on this thread at THR:

Okay, so I won’t bore everyone with my 1911 story. Lets just say that I am a Glock/CZ shooter who bought a Kimber some time ago and got rid of it after it continued to malfunction.

Here’s my question: Why doesn’t anybody make a REAL 1911-A1 pistol?

I’m talking about a real pre-series 70 1911-A1 like those that were produced in the THOUSANDS by non-firearms companies WITHOUT COMPUTERS and were generally excellent, reliable, COMBAT firearms.

I would buy a REAL 1911-A1 pistol in a heartbeat. No 1970s Colt “toilet” bushing, no 1980s firing pin block safety, no stupid front slide serrations, no dumb backstrap lawyer-lock, no “schwartz” system (I don’t even know what that is, but i’ve heard it’s no good)!

I think that’s a fair question, but something that irked me on a few subsequent responses was negative commentary on things like front slide serrations and skeletonized hammers and triggers. I can understand gripes about deviations from the original designs like firing pin safeties and such, and I can take or leave front slide serrations. I never use them anyway but don’t think they add or detract from the look of the pistol. But I do think that the skeletonized hammer & trigger add a lot to the aesthetics of the 1911. Personally, I think the 1911 is a thing of beauty whether it’s a bare-bones military-spec pistol or a Springfield Loaded-type gun. I have both types and like them both just the way they are, and as I said at THR, I don’t shoot the Loaded wondering if John Moses Browning would turn his nose up at that particular iteration of his design. He might not like the internal locking safety on it or the deviations from the original tolerances, but I’ve shot that gun enough to know it’s a reliable weapon just as he intended it to be, as is the Springfield GI. But I loved Xavier’s response to the original poster:

That’s what you wanted,…….and you bought a Kimber? Well golly gee darn. If you want a ’57 Chevy like Grandpa used to drive, you don’t go buy a 2007 Lexus and then complain about it.

I must say, I thought that was pretty funny. But what I really don’t understand is the animosity toward modern manufacturing technology. I’d say that as opposed to taking away from the quality of a modern 1911, they add to it, because I would think such technology would allow those guns to be turned out more rapidly than they used to be, thus keeping the prices lower than they’d otherwise be. As for the Kimbers, I guess I’ve just been lucky — either that or the complaints about them on the Internet gun boards are blown way out of proportion. Between the two I have, the only issue I’ve had is a weak magazine spring with the Tactical Ultra II.
I wouldn’t mind having an old gun like they used to make. I’d buy one in a heartbeat. And I know there’s a world of difference between that Kimber and an old WWII-era Colt. But I just can’t believe the modern-day 1911 is as much of a “big-boy toy” as so many claim it is. More than it used to be, no doubt, but I don’t know why my Springfield Loaded would not be deserving of the legacy of the 1911 despite the differences between it and a World War II-era Colt.

Pathetic

August 1, 2007

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I don’t think that, up until last night, I saw something that was just so unbelievably pathetic, until I ran up on this, from THR (http://www.charlotte.com/local/story/218113.html):

“Maybe we should buy a gun,” I told my husband.
As I waited for him to answer, I listened to the birds chirping. I looked toward the sky, hoping for rain.
“No, we shouldn’t,” he said finally.
“Listen to this,” I said, picking up Sunday’s paper. I read aloud from the front-page story, “Forced to Kill,” about four Charlotte people who had each shot someone trying to protect themselves.
The killings were legal. Necessary. The police said so.
I could slip instantly into the shoes of one south Charlotte man, who woke to the sound of the doorbell seven years ago. When he heard loud banging, he grabbed a revolver and ran downstairs.
A young man had thrown an iron patio chair against the window, shattering the glass. The older man fired two safety shots. When the young man swung the chair again, the older man aimed a third time and fired, killing the intruder.
I could imagine us in the exact situation — without a gun — defenseless.

Not in my house
“Can’t you see that happening to us?” I said.”Sure, I can,” my husband said. “But we have an alarm system. And we’re not getting a gun.”
“Your reason?”
“Two reasons,” he said. “Our granddaughters.”
That stopped me cold.
About 200 people in the United States kill someone each year in self-defense.
But how many die each year — innocently — from guns?
Let me tell you.
In the 10 years ending in 2006, 486 children under age 18 in North Carolina, alone, died from gun-related injuries.
Amazing the figure is that low, considering that 82,000 kids in this state are exposed each year to unsafely stored firearms.

Actually, I would argue that’s a tribute to gun owners’ diligence, considering that in my own experience, those who own guns are quite careful with them and would never be so careless as not to teach their kids about the dangers firearms pose when said firearms are not used safely. For that “man” to stand there and cite his granddaughters as an excuse not to get a gun to defend his wife and granddaughters is a borderline criminal cop-out — not to mention a rather frightening prospect, considering he’s probably old enough to come from a generation that still believed without reservation that certain things were worth killing for, among them one’s loved ones. But here was the clincher, the last couple of lines:

In our house, we’ll remain unarmed.
Defenseless is better than discovering someone we love dead.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen such tortured logic in print anywhere other than a Handgun Control press release. And I hope that poor deluded lady never wakes up to find a goblin standing at her door with a crowbar with nothing to stop him but her manicured fingernails.