Archive for January, 2008

A Question That’s Been Answered

January 26, 2008

Caleb says he never understood the .357 Sig. He’s not the only one.
I’ve heard it said that this bottlenecked cartridge was an attempt to replicate the ballistics of the .357 Magnum in an autoloading pistol. That makes sense and with, say, a 125-grain bullet at about 1350 fps it ain’t too shabby. But still, why? This objective was already met with the 10mm, which as far as I can tell is a good bit more versatile than the .357 Sig. I guess the Sig would be good for smaller-framed pistols, but I can’t help but wish the 10mm had been given more of a chance…


Naked Hypocrisy

January 26, 2008

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Several other bloggers have already addressed Sylvester Stallone’s anti-gun hypocrisy, but I did hear something a bit interesting on the Rush Limbaugh show in the truck today. Transcript here, but here’s what I heard…

I actually did a lot of research on these people. They actually believe what they’re doing is right and that someday there’s going to be this mystical moment and we’re all going to join hands and sing “We Are the World,” and when the truth is, Rambo says, “War is natural. Peace is an accident.” That’s a fact of life. It’s unfortunate that we can start a war in five minutes, but it takes us a hundred years to make peace. So what comes more natural? So what he’s trying to tell these people: all the medicine, all the Bibles, all the optimism and this naïveté; doesn’t work in a savage world.

How ironic it is that the fictional John Rambo is so much smarter than the real-life Sylvester Stallone, who says things like, “We need one person in an influential position to stand up and tell the truth about gun control lobbies… Until America, door to door, takes every handgun, this is what you’re gonna have… this is an escalating problem that’s eventually going to lead to, I think, urban warfare…It [2nd Amendment] has to be stopped, and someone really has to go on the line, a certain dauntless political figure, and say, ‘It’s ending, it’s over, all bets are off. It’s not 200 years ago, we don’t need this anymore, and the rest of the world doesn’t have it. Why should we?”
The above was in my head as Mr. Stallone was elucidating on Rambo’s motivations, as he talked about what’s been going on in the country formerly known as Thailand, and as I cursed him for being a blind, hypocritical son of a bitch for not realizing or refusing to see that stripping Americans of their right to arms would lead to the very same thing eventually. I know Rush has only been a supporter of the RKBA to the extent it helps the GOP, but it was still quite disheartening to see him bring Stallone on his show like he was some sort of conservative hero. I guess Stallone has done us all a favor to the extent his movie propagates the message that optimism and words will only take one so far, but I would love to have seen Rush ask Mr. Stallone why he thinks that door-to-door disarmament makes him any different than the guy who tells John Rambo it’s never right to take a life. But I guess that would have been asking too much.

Yup, I got a kick out of this..

January 25, 2008

I wonder, would these nimrods like some cheese with that whine?

Members of a black ministers group on Thursday called on Harris County Sheriff Tommy Thomas to resign for sending e-mails depicting national civil rights figures Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton getting zapped and reduced to a puff of smoke.

The e-mail, obtained by Channel 13 and aired on a recent news segment, includes a copy of an editorial cartoon that shows Jackson and Sharpton looking up at a star in the sky. A bubble over their heads reads: “Oh, wishing star, we wish for an end to racial strife and bigotry.”

In the next image, the two leaders are gone under a puff of smoke.

“Poof,” the cartoon reads.

“I wish all this hatred and bigotry would just go away,” said the Rev. Robert Jefferson, pastor of Cullen Missionary Baptist Church and member of the Houston Ministers Against Crime, an organization that works with law enforcement officials. “He sent it to his staff promoting hate against black folk. We are not going to sit by as our public officials sit around being bigots.”

I’d say the bigots in this situation were Sharpton and Jackson, but that’s just me. And you can add Quanell the Tenth to that list as well. The fact is that these people have made racial bigotry their stock in trade, and their bread and butter. Without said racial strife and the attendant publicity it brings, they would all sink into the obscurity they so richly deserve. As for the hatred and bigotry the good (sic) Reverend speaks of, well, whether he wants to admit it or not, the people the cartoon lampooned are just as hateful and bigoted as any Klan member. And the sooner he and his fellow grievance-mongers figure that out and cast the lot of them aside, the better we’ll all be.

Another good ’80s tune for your Friday morning…

January 25, 2008

here: Alabama, “My Home’s In Alabama,” from 1980. Though the boys from Fort Payne were another of those not-so-traditional acts from that decade, I still think they put out some great music and this song was probably their best. As a Texan, I know I can certainly relate; even though I wasn’t born in Texas, it’ll always be home. I was not that big on their later music, but a mention of mainstream country in the ’80s just wouldn’t be quite complete without a mention of them.

Somebody tell me again…

January 24, 2008

why we should ride the McCain horse to November? (h/t AlanDP)

As if there wasn’t already plenty of evidence that Senator John McCain is the wrong choice for pro-gun Republicans in the Presidential primary, the Columbus Dispatch has added one more item to the list:

The specter of Mike DeWine as U.S. Attorney General.


…as a member of the House, DeWine supported the Brady Bill, which required a waiting period and criminal background check before a gun could be sold. When he ran for the Senate in 1994, he backed the Clinton Gun Ban. In 2006, Human Events Online named DeWine among the Top 10 anti-gun U.S. Senators. And shortly before his defeat, DeWine took a position in opposition to legislation which barred gun manufacturers, distributors, dealers or importers from frivolous lawsuits designed to put them out of business.

So, if for some strange reason that ghastly combination made it to power, we would have a President who has taken a dump on the First Amendment and and an Attorney General who would take a dump on the Second. Would I vote for that? Mmmm. Let me think on that. NO. But it seems, alas, that some people might

Oh, boo-hoo, people. Get a grip. The truth is the GOP had produced several reasonable candidates for the presidential nomination. None are “perfect,” but neither are you. A vote for any of them will require from you an end to the thrust-lip tantrum. You’re going to have to wipe your little eyes, haul up your drawers and – egad – do what Reagan would have done; he would have looked for the candidate who he felt was – taken all-in-all – best for the whole nation, not just for some little one-issue subgroup; he would not simply vote for his comfort zone.

In unserious times, and vacations from history, it is possible to hold oneself aloof from a process and declare, “fiddle-dee-dee, I’ll think about voting next election!”

It cannot be said enough: we are in serious times. In this election you do not have the luxury of complacently waiting for the next bus because you don’t like any of these drivers. In this election, you either get on board and take the damn uncomfortable, bumpy ride with the rest of us, or you marginalize yourself into irrelevancy on your little bench.

That sort of preening, self-righteous horseshit is exactly why I stopped reading The Anchoress long ago. I just couldn’t take any more of it. As Mike Hendrix over at Cold Fury said, this “serious times” line gets trotted out pretty much every election and it’s wearing quite thin. Furthermore, that whole “looking for the perfect candidate” thing was a straw man if ever there was one, and the people who accuse the dispirited Thompson backers of looking for that perfect candidate ought to be well and truly ashamed of themselves. It’s not that any of the other candidates aren’t perfect — indeed, they’re all far from it — but that they don’t even rise to the level of good. Fred Thompson wasn’t perfect — witness his since-recanted support of McCain-Feingold and opposition to tort reform — but along with Duncan Hunter and Ron Paul he was damn good, and about the closest to perfect the GOP field came. The remainder of the GOP field could barely get elected in Texas as Democrats. I know well that politics is going to involve some sort of compromise now and then, but I think I’m just gonna have to borrow Mr. Hendrix’s words here because I couldn’t have said it any better: “if every conservative principle is to be abandoned one by one because each and every election is just too critical to at last take a stand in support of them, would one of you more mature, moderate pragmatists let me know when you are finally ready to defend them?” As for the Anchoress and her ilk, the whole sorry lot of them can take that attitude, stick it someplace dark and smelly and ride it straight to hell.

Another good one, from a local boy…

January 23, 2008

here: Mark Chesnutt, “I Just Wanted You To Know,” a No. 1 hit from 1994. That’s always been one of my two favorite Chesnutt tunes, along with his later remake of the John Anderson record “Down in Tennessee.” I haven’t heard either of those songs on the radio in ages, but the latter wasn’t even a top-20 hit for him. It was still a great song, though…

Oh my God, I haven’t heard this song in YEARS! 11:50 am:
“Hank, let’s talk about your daddy, tell me how your mama loved that man.”
“Well, just break out a bottle, hoss, I’ll tell you ’bout the driftin’ cowboy band.”
“We won’t talk about the habits, just the music and the man…”

Well, there goes the republic…

January 23, 2008

It was good while it lasted:

A Statement from Fred Thompson…
Today I have withdrawn my candidacy for President of the United States. I hope that my country and my party have benefited from our having made this effort. Jeri and I will always be grateful for the encouragement and friendship of so many wonderful people.

Well, here we go, boys and girls! Quite possibly our best shot at getting a conservative in the White House gone. I don’t know what lies ahead, but I don’t know how it could be anything but bad considering the choices we’re likely to face in the general election. I can’t help but agree 100 percent with what Kevin Baker says here:

I’ve about had it with the political process. While normally I would pull the lever for the nominee with (R) next to his name if for no other reason than Supreme Court nominees, I don’t know that I can bring myself to do that this year. Instapundit comments about “teaching the Republicans a lesson” that they seem immune to learning. I’m not concerned about that now. I know they won’t learn. I know that the people running for office who actually have a chance of winning shouldn’t be given access to the levers of power.

I’m at the point where I know things can and probably will go as they have gone in the petri-dish of the UK, and I don’t see any way to stop it. I’m at the point where I almost – almost – want to help pull it all down.

FV@K IT. I’ll write-in Thompson on election day.

All hail President Clinton.

There are times I don’t share Kevin’s pessimism, but this time around I do. What does it say about the Republican Party that they wouldn’t get behind a candidate like Thompson? He had his flaws, but on the whole I think he was the most reliably conservative candidate with a chance to win. Ron Paul would be great, but the fact is that his foreign policy proposals drive many voters away who would otherwise cast their vote for the GOP ticket. No matter what, though, I will still not cast my vote for McCain, Giuliani or Romney. If that puts Obama or Clinton in the White House, well then, so be it. I’ll tell you what I WILL be doing at my earliest opportunity, though, and that is, going to my friendly local FFL and asking him to get me a price on an AR-type rifle, most likely at this point a DPMS AR in .308. Before they farkin’ get banned, again…

Hey, what about shooting back?

January 22, 2008

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Via The Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler, we have this, from the leftists at the Anti-Defamation League, who quite obviously have learned nothing from the extermination of six million of their brothers and sisters:

Gun violence and the caching of dangerous weapons are commonplace among extremists. If states lose the right to regulate firearm ownership, it would help violent bigots in their efforts to create an America based on hate and intolerance.

Now, there’s only one way, really, that the “violent bigots” mentioned here would actually be able to create an “America based on hate and intolerance” — and that is, if the people who would be the targets of said hate and intolerance sat there and took that hate and intolerance and did not, say, SHOOT BACK. As Aaron Zelman of the Jews for the Preservation of Firearms Ownership said, “If every Jewish and anti-Nazi family in Germany had owned a Mauser rifle and twenty rounds of ammunition and the will to use it, Adolf Hitler would be a little-known footnote to the history of the Weimar Republic.” And, of course, Hitler was a far more formidable foe than the boogeyman the asshats at the ADL are so afraid of. I think I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again because it fits — I used to think no one deserved the consequences of going disarmed and unable to protect himself, or herself as the case may be. But I don’t think that anymore, and even less when I see members of a group such as the ADL advocate leaving the door open for disarmament and slaughter. And if it was someone like Abraham Foxman or Glen Lewy being marched off to the camps, it would be nigh well impossible for me to muster up even a shred of sympathy. It’s not as if history isn’t crystal-clear on the consequences of letting the all-powerful State do as it wishes in regards to the tools of self-defense.
“Hey, I tried to tell you, f*cker. Six million of your brothers and sisters dead because they couldn’t fight back, and your day’s coming soon. But noooo, you wouldn’t listen. Think about that as the bullet goes in your brain.”

Oh, and this comment at the Rott was so good I had to pull it in its entirety, even though foul language follows…

God damn you, Abraham Foxman.

Hashem Yishmor another Jew should ever listen to a single syllable that falls from that festering hole underneath your nose, you willfully ignorant, purposefully stupid piece of shit.

When Foxman and his ilk are done their work, we’ll all be following Ghandi, and allowing our persecutors to exterminate us in order to maintain some ‘higher moral ground’.

You know which ground I prefer, you fucking coward?

The kind I ain’t buried in. You see, people cherish very little so much as not being dead- and if killing someone who wants to harm me or mine makes me a bad person, then I’ll see you in hell, Foxman…

No doubt you’ll beat me there.

I’d say that about sums it up perfectly…

What a way to close the day…

January 22, 2008

…here: Ricky Skaggs, “Highway 40 Blues,” 1983. I am tired, but that song always gets me revved up. Ricky Skaggs is a master of the bluegrass-tinged traditional country, and he put out some great songs during the 1980s as well. If I remember right he did the original version of “Waitin’ For the Sun to Shine,” which Lee Ann Womack masterfully re-recorded on her There’s More Where That Came From cd. I think “Highway 40 Blues” and “Cajun Moon” are probably my two favorites from him, though…

George Strait Set List, Alltel Arena, Little Rock, Arkansas, Jan. 12, 2008

January 21, 2008

A-yep, been gettin’ hits from this search, so here ya go…

Deep in the Heart of Texas
The Fireman
Check Yes Or No
Seashores of Old Mexico
Carrying Your Love With Me
Amarillo By Morning
Honk If You Honky Tonk
I Just Want To Dance With You
There Stands the Glass
Ocean Front Property
How ‘Bout Them Cowgirls
It Just Comes Natural
I Ain’t Her Cowboy Anymore
Give It Away
A Better Rain
Cowboys Like Us
The Chair
I Can Still Make Cheyenne
I Hate Everything
Write This Down

High Tone Woman
Folsom Prison Blues
The Cowboy Rides Away

Ooooh, HELL yeah! Now playing here, 10:47 am: “Oh, come with me Lizzie, and the stars will write your name…and if you still think I’m lying to you, look a-yonder, there comes the rain…step back non-believers, or the rain will never come…someone keep that fire a-burnin’, somebody beat the drum…he said, some may think I’m crazy for making all these claims, but I swear before this day is over, you folks are gonna see some rain…”