Perhaps you can hear my heart pounding

Checking the market close I discovered a  Ruger press release. Gunland is graced with a new one -- the SR40c. It is an SR40 chopped down enough to earn the c, for concealable. See?

I can't begin to say how wonderful it is to have another plastic gun available.

I'll bet it shoots well enough for its intended purpose if I do my part.

Go Kiwis

If your social calendar shows August 13 open, you have two choices. Come to Iowa and get sunburned and bored at the Ames Straw Poll ...

... or hop a plane to Welllington, and join New Zealand libertarians for their conference at Mac's  Brewery.

Kiwi libertarian Sally  O'Brien's announcement tops anything we can offer

"Let it be known that Libertarianz can organise a piss-up in a brewery... or in fact anywhere."


Why can't we have leaders like that?

Drop the Coke bottle, Jorge

Imagine that, an "uncontacted" tribe. Two hundred people and not a single screen-printed tee shirt.

H/T to the author of The World's Greatest Travel Blog.

The Good Old Summer Time

No one was handy to take my picture, and I suppose that is a good thing. The internet is spared an image of me dripping an algae/water ooze while festooned with water weeds.

The lake rose so far that the dock was underwater and unusable. Since my native modestly rejects being called pierless,  I put on swim pants and flipper slippers and armed myself with two big wrenches to handle the hardware attaching deck to posts.

Six of the posts were in water not more than navel deep. The other two were in water to my neck. There's a certain leverage challenge in loosening rusty bolts at that level of bouyancy, but at least I'm in practice if NASA ever requires my assistance in a maintenance space walk on the  ISS.

Y'all can come fishin' up here now, y'hear?

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Next challenge: See  if the new plug will make the Stihl run. EDIT: Beautifully.