Greek style

In case you haven't noticed, the American equity market is rolling horse apples with its nose this morning. If you did miss that, it may also be news to you that the riotous Greek labor unionists and students, among others, are occupying the Acropolis. Pericles weeps.

Their two-tiered beef is that the rest of the world is loaning them too little and that the loans will go to reduce earlier debt rather than buy more gummint freebies for unionists and students, among others.

The upshot is that investors are beginning to wonder even harder if Greece and, by extension, every other pissant socialist "democracy" in Europe really care about meeting obligations. And the result of that is that investors will close their purses.

Just mentioning this for those of my friends who admire EuroSoc, including my friendly President who wants to take us there.

Lazy range afternoon

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.

I can't recall a time there hasn't been at least one RST4 kicking around the place. This one is a veteran, here since the middle '90s and, curse me, shot too seldom.

We took care of that Saturday afternoon, doing about 250 rounds worth of damage to the bulk pack of Winchesters and, in the process, entertaining some youngish beginners. To wit:

Note the hole in the12 gauge hull. It is not posted as a brag, rather as a miss and a lead-in to one of the more entertaining facts in the world of shooting. Me and Roy Rogers know that if you want to make a bean can jump impressively, miss it. Hit the dirt just under it.

I shot some holes in paper, then made a sieve out of an energy drink can. Tossing it in the trash can I noticed the shotgun empties. Heh heh heh. Three of them were lined up on the ground at 50 feet, two of them popped high in first three shots, and I heard a sort of "wow" from the kids watching the presumptuous old guy. This molestation of AA empties entertains me and maybe them through about three more magazines.

The youths thought I was hitting the little things, and of course I am not the kind to diminish Faith. When I cleaned up after myself I took one of the shells that had been holed three or four times (misses,remember) and accidentally left it on the bench for their future amusement.

Then I just sort of I just nodded as I got into the truck.

Walk, Gringo, walk!

Reuters reports a Mexican riposte to Gov. Jan's new law. No taxis for you Zonies south of the border.

"We don't give service to gringos from Arizona," was the phrase some Mexico City taxi drivers painted in white on their rear windows."

Speaking as one who has ridden in Mexican taxis many times, I can't consider this a compelling reason to throw open the gates at Arizona POEs.

(Tijuana Taxi: A vehicle of square wheels and obtuse driver, en route to the round-heeled.)

Erotica

There seem to be an unusual number of movies on the teevee lately featuring Sandra Dee or Tuesday Weld. I approve.

Sure they're shallow blonds, but they're neat shallow blonds, and when I was studying up for my GED I found them attractive.