The ethanol bastards

I'm taking advantage of the unicorn weather again today, getting the homestead ready for this winter's global warming, so this will be quick.

Vilsack the tomato grower is on the air waves saying we ought to continue subsidizing turning our food into motor fuel. And besides, we need to keep the heavy tariff on imported ethanol ."

The  ethanol shills have been robbing you blind for years. One of these days I'll work up enough simultaneous rage and ambition to create the mother of all rants about these guys.

If your name is Bubba, you just KNOW.

Commenting on an American Thinker article on the Cheshire murders, an eminent firearms authority says:

Oh and in case anyone is contemplating home defense for themselves and their families, I recommened a shotgun loaded with buckshot over a handgun. It delivers a far more devastating blow on the criminal. Even if you miss, you will still stop them in their tracks and it won't go through a wall. Besides, everyone knows the sounds of a round being cycled into a pump shotgun. That is usually all it takes to make somebody think twice.


Once in a while I suggest  a short Mossy 500 for non-enthusiasts interested in a  home defense piece.  Buckshot is okay, but, on the other hand,  I recommend against missing.  I also question the wisdom of counting on clickety-clack to solve your problems  with the goblin at your bedroom door.


Love the internet. Second only to John Ford movies  in creating gun experts. 

Blog roll addition: Speaker Tweaker of "Where Sometimes Things Go Bang." Among other worthy traits,  he shares my admiration of non-anorexic women  who are grown up, well groomed, and clothed.

Because I can