Flash! Iowa Lawmen Decide to Obey Law on CCW Permits

Even the sheriffs who don't like the new shall-issue law have agreed to comply with it, according the the Newspaper All Iowa Used to Depend On. 

The laugh here probably results more from the journalistic emphasis than from the sheriffs themselves.

The Headline:

Iowa sheriffs will issue new gun permits despite worries about consequences, association says.

No shit Sam Spade?

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Despite the sniff of reportorial disapproval, it is not a terribly bad explanation of the law that goes into effect in January.

Jennifer does seem to get a little damp because sheriffs can deny permits for a "short" list of state and federal disqualifiers. If she wants to have a beer with me, I'll be glad to explain why the list of things that cancel Constitutionally recognized  rights is supposed to be short.

In fact, it probably isn't short enough.

I was just talking with Diogenes and...

he told me that there is no hope for honesty in the nation until a two-by-four measures two inches by four inches.

I rang him him up after finding an ancient piece of dimension lumber in the shed. It measured two inches by four inches.  I have offered it to the Smithsonian. If they decline, I'll try the Cato Institute.

Meanwhile, the project progresses, using  three and one-half (barely, these days) by one and one-halfs.

Golden Fleece

Working for modern politicians, Jason wouldn't have had to steal much fleece to renew his fleet.  A couple of the ram's nose hairs would probably cover a shiny new trireme.

Courtesy of AFP we learn that  Ben and Barry and all their recent predecessors and current pals have pushed gold through  $1,400 per ounce.

Making those who worked hard and saved their money look like a bunch of stupes. We're on a path to the day when lighting your smoke with a C-note will not be thought remarkable.

I think I'll keep hieing myself to the WalMart to invest a little more in value-added lead, copper, and zinc. Which are, of course, following gold up at $1.14, $3.96, and $1.13. respectively.

No you can't, Mr. President

We're all getting a little sick of your self-portrait as a brilliant policy maker but a poor salesman for your ideas.

Barack Obama as Willy Loman? My butt.

Mr. President,  if there's one thing you have it is the huckster talent. You could sell horse apples at a rodeo. That's how you came to be president.
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