Party time on the prairie

I was suuuch a good boy yesterday.

A half-cord of logs became cut to firewood length, and a little of it even became split. (Yeah, I have a prosaic earwig this morning, thinking of the frontier editors who referred to the corpse on the saloon floor as a man who became shot.   The ultimate in objective journalism.)

Anyway, a man of my age who has been so diligent deserves a reward. So, by golly, I am going to go here. (PDF Alert.)

Lots of pretty playthings for libertarian terrorists, eh?

Blog stuff

Borepatch is now on the TMR blog list, and I'm ashamed it didn't happen long ago.

And I should have noticed earlier that Ed Foster signed on as a TMR follower. This will keep me a little more honest with my off-the-wall comments on gun technology. Ed +knows+ guns and gun design.

Welcome to you both.

Back to the future

No political party holds the patent on absolute brain-dead goofiness. Michele offers us two-dollar gasoline, details not quite worked out yet.

In 1972, candidate George McGovern offered every citizen of the Republic $1,000 cash money, details not quite worked out. 'course, George had an excuse. Backing Tom Eagleton 1,000 per cent ate up a lot of his time.

Really, kids, you hadn't oughtta do that

In general, I oppose vandals. But sometimes they pluck a sympathic note on my heart strings.

Down in our capital city the politicians bought the cops a robotic camera  lashup to collect more speed tax administratively, that is, without all that pesky due-process-of-law crap.

It's in a van, and t'other night somebody egged the windshield in an apparent effort to block the camera view.

No suspects, but if they're caught I suggest they be sentenced to windex the glass and promise not to get caught repeating the offense.  Their court records should be expunged if they aren't again caught throwing eggs at robots for 12 consecutive hours.