His Ineptness went to Kansas yesterday to channel a little William Jennings Bryan and a lot of the old Bull Moose.
Pardon me for saying so, Sir, but you don't make a very credible prairie populist, and it's even harder to picture you leading a battalion of actual men, charging up a Cuban hill in the face of other actual men shooting back.
Mr. President, this country knew Teddy Roosevelt. Teddy Roosevelt was a friend of ours. You're no Teddy Roosevelt.
If you want to Americans to quit dissing you as a street wimp who lucked out, flying Unicorn One to Hawaii at our expense for a 17-day golf junket won't do the job.
You want to be Teddy Roosevelt? Fine. Book a train to Libby, Montana. Find yourself a Flathead guide. Hire a good old quarter horse with some mountain pony in his pedigree (demand a birth certificate) and an agile, hefty pack horse or two. Learn to throw a diamond hitch. Head on up into the Kootenai country. Be ready to pull your weight when it comes time to pitch the big wall tent and fire up the Sibley stove.
I'm pro-choice when it when it comes to personal weapons, but your image consultants probably will recommend something like a Model 95 in .30-40 Krag, scabbarded under your leg.
Get in, shoot at a quarter-ton of something with teeth and claws, and get out. Then maybe some of us will listen to you prattle on about big sticks and heroic presidents.
Until then: President Obama as Bull Moose? Bull Shit.
Dec 7, 2011
Dec 6, 2011
Sky Kings
If your sky is clear, brave the cold for a couple of minutes to see the moon, nearing full, with a brilliant Jupiter at its 5 o'clock . (c. 43N 95W). Beautiful.
Conversation with my selves
Machoself: "Hell, it may be one below zero, but the wood fire is enough.
Wimpself: "My feet are a litle chilly."
Machoself: "Then put on a cap and the wool socks.
Wimpself: "Already did, Dummy."
Machoself: "Oh. Okay." (Walks over to propane furnace. Turns knob to medium-low.)
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Wimpself: "My feet are a litle chilly."
Machoself: "Then put on a cap and the wool socks.
Wimpself: "Already did, Dummy."
Machoself: "Oh. Okay." (Walks over to propane furnace. Turns knob to medium-low.)
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Dec 5, 2011
Monday Gun Pron: Mystery Marlin
BIG WHOLE-POST EDIT: It's a Mystery Mossberg, RM7 variant or something close to it.
If you ever need a persistent friend trying to set you straight, I recommend a GMA guy named John. :) See comments.
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Even before you note the Micro
Groove rifling, you ID it as Marlin. The utilitarian -- okay, clunky -- stock is characteristic of the fine old firm's bolt-action line. At least it's walnut.
Then there's the Marlin penchant for adding gizmos here and there. The button on the left side is a smoothly working bolt release. The one in the middle of the receiver cut retracts a cartridge feeder guide. The safety has three positions. One of the "safe" positions lets you cycle the action. The other "safe" locks the bolt closed.
Marlin has long loved Herculean locking systems. But four, count-'em, four lugs?
The mystery is the precise Marlin identity. Several net searches yield a sort of Ron Paul-in-the-MSM result. There ain't no such animal. Even searching under the private Western Auto label -- "Revelation, Model R 270 A ___ Cal. 30-06 Sprg." yields nothing beyond another guy who has one, lost his bolt, and is looking for a replacement. (Rotsa ruck, Pardner.) None of the crossover lists mentions it.
EDIT: Also note the fluted bolt.
The vendor's story is that it was a "prototype," and Marlin decided to call it a "Revelation" to protect the marque if it flopped. I love gun show stories.
Now would be the time to own one of those high-price, limited-edition company history books so detailed as to specify the number of moles on John Marlin's back.
Meanwhile, I'm pleased to own it as a workaday rifle. The condition is superb. It's in the most noble of calibers, the one we used back when we could win wars with a certain dispatch. On a snowy Saturday, mainly checking for bangability, we kept several rounds within a minute of hillside at an estimated 400 yards.
It will make a nice place to store the old Weaver K4 and one of those nice 1903-style leather slings I've been hoarding.
I don't suppose it's necessary to mention it was loopholed quite economically -- about what desperate dealers were asking for their NIB Hi-Points.
If you ever need a persistent friend trying to set you straight, I recommend a GMA guy named John. :) See comments.
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Even before you note the Micro
Groove rifling, you ID it as Marlin. The utilitarian -- okay, clunky -- stock is characteristic of the fine old firm's bolt-action line. At least it's walnut.
Then there's the Marlin penchant for adding gizmos here and there. The button on the left side is a smoothly working bolt release. The one in the middle of the receiver cut retracts a cartridge feeder guide. The safety has three positions. One of the "safe" positions lets you cycle the action. The other "safe" locks the bolt closed.
Marlin has long loved Herculean locking systems. But four, count-'em, four lugs?
The mystery is the precise Marlin identity. Several net searches yield a sort of Ron Paul-in-the-MSM result. There ain't no such animal. Even searching under the private Western Auto label -- "Revelation, Model R 270 A ___ Cal. 30-06 Sprg." yields nothing beyond another guy who has one, lost his bolt, and is looking for a replacement. (Rotsa ruck, Pardner.) None of the crossover lists mentions it.
EDIT: Also note the fluted bolt.
The vendor's story is that it was a "prototype," and Marlin decided to call it a "Revelation" to protect the marque if it flopped. I love gun show stories.
Now would be the time to own one of those high-price, limited-edition company history books so detailed as to specify the number of moles on John Marlin's back.
Meanwhile, I'm pleased to own it as a workaday rifle. The condition is superb. It's in the most noble of calibers, the one we used back when we could win wars with a certain dispatch. On a snowy Saturday, mainly checking for bangability, we kept several rounds within a minute of hillside at an estimated 400 yards.
It will make a nice place to store the old Weaver K4 and one of those nice 1903-style leather slings I've been hoarding.
I don't suppose it's necessary to mention it was loopholed quite economically -- about what desperate dealers were asking for their NIB Hi-Points.
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