McDonald -- got it

No surprises in the decision. Amendment Two applies to you where ever you are on American soil.

Just a passing note while we await the details. Mark Sherman of The Associated Press informs us:

"In doing so, the justices, by a narrow 5-4 margin, signaled that less severe restrictions could survive legal challenges. "


This saves us from the error of believing that it was a wide five-to-four decision, or a massive one, or a landslide.

It also reminds of of how many great minds still believe firearms should be reserved for the military, the cops, and the violent criminal class.

McDonald today?

The wires are reporting that McDonald will probably  come down from the Supreme Court his morning.  No surprise, of course.

Everyone and his horse predicts McDonald will rein in Chicago and all other state and local jurisdictions. It would formally extend the Heller principle  --  that the  Second Amendment   guarantees the individual right to armed self-defense -- to the entire nation. If it goes any other way we are well and truly augered.

One of the interesting speculations is whether the court will have taken note of D.C. attempts to  all but nullify Heller. Will the justices  offer some guidance on  where "reasonableness" ends as hoplophobic local governments try to maximize their power to  disarm the honest segment of the population?

Weekend Blog Bleg; Direct Barter

There must be other pack rats around here -- people who periodically look at a pile of their gun stuff and wonder, "What the Hell am I doing with this?" It a symptom of the acquisitive disease that manifests itself in too many gun shows, too many auctions and garage sales, too many moments when we lose control in gun shops.

Does the gunny corner of the internet offer hope? Maybe, and I want to try an experiment.  Every weekend or thereabouts I will post a  picture and short spiel on a sporty something that  someone else might want because I sure as Hell don't. The object is direct barter for anything that  might be less superfluous  to me.

Rules: Nothing that shoots. No money changes hands. Entertainment trumps the profit motive.  No sniveling.

This week, fanfare:

The  Carlson  Extended Turkey Choke in 12 gauge for Beretta and Benelli shotguns.  NIB(ubble),  it comes with a free choke wrench and my personal guarantee that it will make your shotgun longer. It's supposed to be a $30 item, but who cares? Offer to swap knives, M1 Carbine dies,  deer skins, rawhide,  USN relics valued at 50 cents to fifty bucks.  Whatever.


This could develop into good  fun if other writers would follow suit. In a short time it could become like everyone pawing around in everyone else's goodie box.

EDIT: I am ashamed of neglecting to add that the Clinton/Bush/Obama regimes have made it very worthwhile to polish our direct barter skills.

Paging Noah

I spoke a bit prematurely when I wrote "just some rain."  . I'm guessing about an inch in 10 minutes.  You are looking at flowing water,  and the  revised forecast calls for  for floating cows

(The odd lighting is explained by a habit of never discarding anything. It's pitch black here in back yard, and the illumination is from an old movie light I keep around to scare goblins.)