May 31, 2010
There was too much clutter in the loading shack -- such as hundreds of .30-06 cases and oddball .308 bullets -- old 220 -grain round nose fmj's that may well be .30-03 pulls. Cleaned up and loaded ahead of (n) grains of 4350 they will fly at just under 2500 fps and strike terror into the hearts of the not-quite deceased who, the movies tell me, threaten the world as you know and love it.
If the zombie scare turns out to be just another passing Madness-of-Crowds phenomena, they will still be useful. This load should work well enough to control elephants migrating to my latitude as the globe warms.
May 29, 2010
I resolved one quandary on the conservative side. My only primers were magnum, and In a large library here I simply couldn't find data for .38 Special with mags. Since I am something of an old woman about unknown pressure factors, I backed off a tenth of a grain from the a Speer starting load of Unique. They'll be fired for practice and entertainment only from a ported Taurus .357 snubby. Unless, of course, someone makes me an offer I can't refuse for a nice used (Bill) Ruger single action in .357.
A good self-defense shooting "..is one that Mayor Daily can’t prosecute because it will make him look like a bigger dick than we already know he is. "
An armed turd fired twice into the home of an 80-year-old man, his 83-year-old wife, and their 12-year-old great-grandson. The homeowner fired one round and the late Mr. Anthony Nelson, burglar, collapsed, leaving behind a voluminous rap sheet.
Mayor Daley told reporters he didn't know if he'll order the states attorney to charge the army veteran with violating Windy laws requiring you Chicagoans to submit to any armed thug who has a yen for what's yours and -- most particularly -- making fighting back a a serious crime.
If northern Illinois libertarians are looking for a little community service project, how about a bake sale? The proceeds to replace the homeowner's pistol, which the cops assuredly confiscated. Oh, and also to replace the well-expended cartridge.
CCW shall issue states include: Kansas, Oregon, South Dakota, Minnesota, and Iowa.
The dumbest drivers in American live in New York, followed by New Jersey, Washington, D.C, California , and Rhode Island.
May issue/no issue states include:
New York, New Jersey, Washington, D.C, California , and Rhode Island.
May 28, 2010
Because I watch little electrical teevee I'm in debt to my friend Alan of one of the New England commissariats for word that Lt. John W. Finn, USN, (ret.) died yesterday. On Dec. 7, 1941, he left his wife's bed in Kanoehe to rush to the sound of guns at the Naval Air station.
Then-CPO Finn picked up a machine gun (presumably a Browning .30), carried it to an exposed spot on the air strip, and blazed away at Jap raiders. He was wounded several times over the course of a long battle, He survived hospitalization, and, on Sept. 15, 1942, Admiral Chester Nimitz pinned the Medal of Honor on him.
Last night, on ABC teevee, John tells me, George Stephanopolis (I'm too intellectual to be in politics.) reported that he was cited for "fighting back at the Kamikazes attacking Pearl Harbor."
EDIT: Adding that Lt. Finn was the last surviving MOH winner from Japan's sneak attack on Pearl Harbor.
May 27, 2010
May 26, 2010
He is instead internet famous now, and I am taking bookings for his report on a near-death experience. Discounts to the trade and all libertarian oriented groups.
May 25, 2010
May 24, 2010
The latest news from Ruger is that the same top-notch engineering and quality control that went into the LCPs and SR9s now may infect the LCR . Like its black plastic sibs it is proving itself capable of surprise, namely strewing gun parts and shards of cartridges, over a wide area.
The process is much like watching a once beautiful and faithful wife go emotionally awry and wind up down at a Scully Square corner, desperately motioning "c'mon" at slowly passing cars.
May 22, 2010
His principal got wind of the "incident" and suspended him for having intended to bring the knife to school.
Principal Chris Lineberry of Queen Creek, Arizona then spent the rest of the day wiggling around, trying to evade blame for a stupid act of biblical scale. He finally relented, apologized, and allowed as how Josh could go ahead and graduate with this class.
We send our kids to school so that they may sit at the feet of wise educators, don't we?
(Another H/T to GMA John.)
May 21, 2010
Their gloom probably accounts for some part of today's panicky pre-market business reporting which includes:
"S&P futures fell below 1,060, the level hit at the bottom of the still-unexplained market "flash crash" on May 6."
What? Me worry? I bought an extra five tins of chicken breasts at the Fareway yesterday, and there's still 20 pounds of rice stashed away in a cool, dry place.
May 20, 2010
May 19, 2010
"Our experience leads us to advise the public that everyone lives in a floodplain," said Louis Botta, federal coordinating officer for FEMA.
About three sentences later, FEMA says:
FEMA statistics show that homes in a floodplain are 26 times more likely to incur damage from a flood than from a fire during a 30-year mortgage.
Okay Louis, if "everyone" lives in a flood plain, to what are you comparing "homes in a floodplain?"
This is the sort of thing you run into when your Podunk city council unanimously passes an ordinance to apply for federal flood insurance, a FEMA operation.
Our local gentlemen didn't seem to have a very good sense of what they were voting for, so I thought it would be a kindness to point them to a fact or two. The most disheartening one is that bedding down with the Feds adds one more complete layer of building, zoning, and land-use laws to what ever such gobshitery has been dreamed up and enacted by the local authoritarians.
I may or may not persevere in the research. Reading stuff written in Washington makes my head ache and embeds in my butt a deep sense of fatigue.
May 18, 2010
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May 15, 2010
With dry skies and a visible sunrise at last, it became time to get back into the habit of personally supervising my portion of the county. (The patrol vehicle was the minivan, preferred to the F150 as less intimidating. This is in accord with modern and sensitive policing practices.)No serious threat level exists in this watershed at this point in time, so I settled on the mere SW59, positioned on the passenger seat and hidden under a WalMart flyer. I'm CCWed, but why let the subject even arise if I happen to stop and chat with someone through the driver-side window?I am pleased to report that at 0706 local, all is secure and no ammunition was expended. However I observed evidence of a recent ecofelony:Our DNR has created a monumental ugliness just down the road.A beautiful stand of sumac there has irritated official state envirocrats ever since we gave the land to the DNR for a park*.The DNR first claimed sumac was not a native species. That was hooted down by a panel of experts -- farmers, grandfathers, Boy Scouts, and several ordinary citizens with access to Google.The DNR shifted to a posture that sumac is an "aggressive" plant which stymies its plan to create an "oak savanna" on the plot. There were other verbal ploys to justify the primary point: me government; me want.Sometime in the past few days the DNR brought in a bush hog, and what was once a fine stand of natural wildlife cover now looks like something the Ax Men would get fined for. I suspect the next chapter is planting -- at huge expense -- some burr oak seedlings.Lacking the red sumac berries which they loved, the dear will promptly eat the oaks.---*And I mean "we." The former owner of this c. 20 acre plot was about to create a sub-division. Most of us didn't want ticky-tacky there. A local rich guy kicked in a hefty sum. The rest of us donated what we could. We got it bought, then passed it on to the state of Iowa to add to the existing adjacent park. There's every chance the state of Iowa will give our heirs cause to wonder why we bothered.
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May 4, 2010
It isn't that there was too little to do last weekend. A whim became a compulsion, however, to toss a small and ancient .22 semi into the truck and go make noise at the range.To Hell with adjusting sights, saving brass, or taking care not to scratch the iron.