What, if anything, happens in their minds?

All across Iowa, local governments are tinkering with ideas for gun bans for public buildings. It's a reaction to the new shall-issue law. Up in Dickinson County, the hoplophobes didn't get far.

A county supervisor named Paul Johnson introduced  a resolution to post no-guns signs at the court house and other county buildings. And he sure wanted you to know he is passionate about this.

"I will err on the side of going overboard as opposed to not going far enough," he told the board.

This sublime logic of  Johnson's statement was lost on the other four supers, and his measure died for lack of a second.

I think more than one of his constituents grins at image of Supervisor Johnson madly treading water next to his row boat and screaming (passionately, of course)  that he was only trying to do good.

It helped that County Sheriff Greg Baloun calmly reported to the board the ban would be unenforceable short of setting up a TSA-style security gate at every door.

Cold

Fifteen below.

This makes me cheery because the season is so far advanced I can speculate that this clipper may be the last nasty one of the winter.

(See the midnight grave yard; hear me whistle.)

Cowboy fantasies

It's the summer gun, a Browning for the plains days when a tee shirt, scabby jeans,  and tennies are your basic tactical outfit.

The  July sun glints from the can some slob dropped. Your pleasure is in making the glint jump, 15 times without reloading if you're perfect with your long rifles, 22 times with shorts, a fire power haiku .

The BL22 comes from Japan, precisely made to occidental specifications and as smooth a lever gun can be. It hangs on the living room wall, in deep winter a constant reminder that the world will awaken again.

The real cowboys would have loved its action, quiet for the breed and speedier than anything they knew with its 33-degree lever throw. 

In my 1960s hippie-dippie garb I would never be mistaken for a cowboy. That is a problem only for others.  The Browning in hand, I am Rory Calhoun, and the womenfolk back in camp tend the dutch oven in perfect safety.

Haiti Cheri

The teevee pundits are all over themselves wondering why Baby Doc came home.  The dunderheads. Two simple explanations cover it.

1. He's run through what he stole prior to 1986 and needs to replenish the numbered accounts.

2. Not even the French could stand him anymore.

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And isn't it weird to think that if the cheering throngs who greeted him at Port au Prince put him back in power, it might represent an improvement on what those poor bastards have suffered in past  quarter century?