Jul 21, 2011

Hey kids! Let's go get a little farm and be survivalists!

You have less money than you think ... you have to buy a lot of shit to reduce materialism ... if the deer eat your garden, eat the deer because man evolved to be badass.

Or maybe just forget the whole thing? And go back for your MBA?

As funny as anything you'll read today if you like stuff such as; "Hippies, God bless them, become a lot more realistic after raccoons kill their chickens and the pipes freeze."

H/T to friend John of the GMA

A must see, but barf bag recommended

A very good officer by the name of LawDog is gagging at this video.

If you care for a glimpse of what a police state might look like you need to see it.

Heller? What Heller?

Mr. Sykes is the only licensed gun dealer in Washington, D.C., Population 600,000.  That's a good discussion topic all by itself when paired with the fact that I can offhandedly think of  four FFLs within ten miles of where I sit in a hick county of  18,000.

He lost the lease on his southeast Washington shop and can't find another location, meaning, among other things, there's no way to legally transfer a gun in the Capital. Even DeeCee officials concede their gun laws might play a role here.

The city prohibits "gun shops" within 300 feet of a church, school, playground, library or -- get this --residence,  For all practical purpose we can turn to Euclid for a a handle on what this means. A Washington gun shop must set in the center of a clear circle, 600 feet in diameter. That's about 1.6 acres in a city where a cramped basement apartment with iffy plumbing an a drunk sleeping in your doorway can set you back two grand a month. (Trust me on this one, Sidney.  BTDT.)

Enter Mayor Gray who has been getting nervous about lawsuits alleging he and his fellow public titters are trying to negate the Supreme Court's Heller decision. So, he decided , "Hey, guys, let's set Sykes up in Metropolitan Police Headquarters." 

It looks like this deal might actually happen.  It's probably just curmudgeonly to imagine an anti-Stalin activist group set up in the Lubyanka foyer, 1946.

Jul 20, 2011

The three-Excedrin candidate

Michele gets headaches. Beyond ordinary compassion for any human suffering, I didn't know I had reason to care. Then I read:

Bachmann could get sympathy from some voters, (Larry) Sabato said, since “millions suffer from migraines.”

(The seer Sabato runs something called the Center for Politics at the University of Virginia, and we are entitled to assume that his insights are nourished at the public trough.)

Y'know, he could just as well have told the Register that Michele could get sympathy for alleged dimwittery since millions of voters also suffer from cranial vacuity.

Strictly personally and putting compassion aside, it isn't Michele's migraines that worry me. It is my own as I ponder even the slim chance that she might one day be empowered to order a couple of Marine Expeditionary Units to quell a pro-choice uprising in Peoria.