The USS Iowa (BB61) still floats but faces a wistful destiny as a tourist trap. The old girl is being fought over by two California SSRs -- Mare Island (a Frisco burb), and Los Angeles.
No contest. Moor her in the City of Angels. Go ahead and fill her with your tacky boutiques and souvenir shops.
Just keep the main battery oiled and the powder bags dry.
From LA, the Port of Long Beach is within easy range of the 16-inchers, allowing us to work our will on the container ships from Shanghai, just in case we ever need to declare war on China and /or WalMart. A half-dozen broadsides and we've wiped out at least half the Middle Kingdom merchant fleet.
(The exit strategy is to get our plastic flashlights and cheap tee shirts from Malaysia.)
Libertarian thinking about everything. --Ere he shall lose an eye for such a trifle... For doing deeds of nature! I'm ashamed. The law is such an ass. -- G. Chapman, 1654.
Feb 28, 2011
Report from Free New Zealand
It takes more than massive flooding to keep Kiwi libertarians down. Despite the havoc, they'll meet as usual in Aukand on Sunday.
Soylent Green, Variation on the Theme
You're sick and tired of being in government databases, so you die, just to avoid the aggravation and to make your point in quite a sincere manner.
Sorry, Bunky. That doesn't work any more. Long after your ashes have been scattered to the howling statist winds, you continue to serve Big Brother via his new and enhanced death certificate.
"After a family member dies in the state of Iowa, survivors may hear some unexpected questions when they go to the funeral home to make arrangements: Did he smoke? Where was she employed? How much education did he have?
"Those questions and others are part of the information included on new death certificates ... (to) determine which health programs are needed."
Which is to say, your eternal contribution to the government Domesday Book will be cited to justify forbidding your grandchildren and their children's children the privilege of a bacon slice.
This leaves me little choice but to draft my own death certificate and have it officially recorded, and I'll pay any pre-mortem bribe necessary to make it happen.
"Decedent was an advanced-degreed white male omnivore, disadvantaged by a strong interest in minding his own business, complicated by pathological urge to track machinations of snooping government assholes, This led to the proximate cause of death, PDBE. (Plain Damn Bureaucratic Exasperation.)"
Sorry, Bunky. That doesn't work any more. Long after your ashes have been scattered to the howling statist winds, you continue to serve Big Brother via his new and enhanced death certificate.
"After a family member dies in the state of Iowa, survivors may hear some unexpected questions when they go to the funeral home to make arrangements: Did he smoke? Where was she employed? How much education did he have?
"Those questions and others are part of the information included on new death certificates ... (to) determine which health programs are needed."
Which is to say, your eternal contribution to the government Domesday Book will be cited to justify forbidding your grandchildren and their children's children the privilege of a bacon slice.
This leaves me little choice but to draft my own death certificate and have it officially recorded, and I'll pay any pre-mortem bribe necessary to make it happen.
"Decedent was an advanced-degreed white male omnivore, disadvantaged by a strong interest in minding his own business, complicated by pathological urge to track machinations of snooping government assholes, This led to the proximate cause of death, PDBE. (Plain Damn Bureaucratic Exasperation.)"
Feb 27, 2011
Gun auction AAR
The guns themselves: Pfffbbtt. I left before they sold.
The "German medical kit" turned out to be U.S. Don't ask me why. It was a box containing a couple of incomplete field surgical kits, some interesting dry chemical pad heaters, and miscellaneous WW2/Korea accoutrements -- canteen assembly, mess kit, squad cook kit, etc. Bought the lot.
Rest of sale: ho-hum. Glad to be home. About to kick New Dog Libby off the couch.
The "German medical kit" turned out to be U.S. Don't ask me why. It was a box containing a couple of incomplete field surgical kits, some interesting dry chemical pad heaters, and miscellaneous WW2/Korea accoutrements -- canteen assembly, mess kit, squad cook kit, etc. Bought the lot.
Rest of sale: ho-hum. Glad to be home. About to kick New Dog Libby off the couch.
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