Wednesday, October 01, 2014

Because I hate wasting good material at an away game...

Forum Poster: "Is the Internet a Valid Resource for Firearm Knowledge?"

Me: "Why are you asking the internet this question?"

(From a different thread this morning: "Zahal is the Boise State of the world's militaries: A good record in a weak division makes casual observers rate them a lot higher than cold objectivity probably warrants.")

The derpiest derp that ever derped.

Man, the nearly simultaneous occurrence of the .mil's Modular Handgun System announcement and the FBI's switching to 9mm has triggered an amazing flood of Dunning-Kruger derp and outright BS.

My previous favorite bit of internet derp has even been supplanted! I used to occasionally chortle quietly to myself thinking about the kid who had a
"modified kar98k/lee enfield/mosin nagant rifle (enfield bolt action, mosin nagants magazine system, and kar98k caliber and body)"
...but his replacement is a 7.62 Tok aficionado who'll
"...let you know how the next experiment goes.
17 Sabot Rounds. So far chronograph-ed at 2185 FPS @485 ft lbs pressure!
Amazing speed and penetration!!!
Made mine from cut down .223 rounds and cartridge shaper.
u have to double press them to get a great seal...
Is that a Lee, RCBS, or Hornady cartridge shaper? I want to make sure I'm double-pressing right.

(HINT: If you're going to BS on the internet, at least try and make your $#!+ sound plausible.)

The Language Of Planet Manhattan...

So the cast of the Today show this morning was still gawping and emoting about the armed intruder who vaulted the fence around the Lightbringer's manse and perpetrated lèse-majesté all over the carpet.

He was never the "intruder", always the "armed intruder" and I wondered to myself "If he was armed, why didn't he use his weapon on either of the White House cops he tussled with?" and then they showed a picture of his weapon...

A Spyderco pocket knife... "He's from Texas, honey," I yelled at the television, startling the cats, "That's not 'armed', that's 'dressed', you island-dwelling herbivore!"

Jesus, you cud-chewing Eloi, how do you people open packages? With your teeth, like an animal?

ETA: It occurred to me that these people buy a new trinket at the store in its shoplifting-resistant packaging and then they can't get at it! They wander the streets staring at their new toy behind its shiny transparent plastic barrier like the Little Match Girl outside the sweets shop window, helpless to actually play with their purchase until they reach home and their blunt-end scissors. Homo habilis could have used his obsidian flake to get into the thing and gone hooting across the savannah with his iPod in his hands, but the knifeless Homo cubiculus can't do a thing until he gets back to his cave.

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Automotif LI...

Spotted this in the parking lot of the Marsh supermarket out in Brownsburg while heading home from Premier Arms...

It appears to be somebody's '63 Chevy Bel Air wagon, being driven around while halfway into project car status...

 Check out the metalflake candy-apple red interior! With matching shift knob!

And although it's not immediately apparent in this photo, yes the engine is painted metalflake candy-apple red to match the dash.

Monday, September 29, 2014


A hundred rounds of Remington UMC ball ammo today with no malfunctions to report. Total round count now at 1500; five hundred to go until bath time. Although I've got a reasonable amount of trigger time on the PPX at this point, the long and light trigger still gets me throwing the occasional shot a little low when I try and run it fast.

I figured out one way to shave time from my glacially slow reloads from concealment. At some point during a string of "1-reload-1" drills I realized that my hand is clearing my gun burkha by throwing it way back out of the way, thereby moving way past the magazine on my hip. I then have to move my hand back forward and make a complete second motion to grab the magazine. I don't know how much time I'll get by just "wiping" my hand toward the mag under the shirt, but it's got to improve the 2.75-3.55 reload times I was seeing today. (The PPX's mag well is a separate issue. It's not friendly for the speed reload...)

None of those are the biggest surprise.

The other day, CNN ran a piece on the "five biggest surprises" of our not-really-a-war,-honest in Syria. (This is kinda like a war, only our president has promised we won't stick our military in too far.)

Oddly, not one of their five line items was about how suddenly cool bombing hadjis is with mainstream Democrats when it's Barry's idea. No giant papier-mâché Obama heads on the local campuses or picket signs with caricatures of the president as a warmongering Pan troglodyte (you can only do that when the prez is a cracker, otherwise it's disrespectful of the office and racist... which have been pretty much the same thing since January of '09, come to think of it.) Instead it's just more "Kumbayah", only with a chorus about drone strikes.

I found this image at Random Nuclear Strikes

Sunday, September 28, 2014

More on Moore...

The fact that Mr. Vaughan apparently fetched a heater from his vehicle has triggered mention of "gun in parking lot" laws, like Indiana and many other states have enacted.

It is my considered opinion that those laws are entirely about the convenience of CCW holders, in that they allow a person to tote to and from work, but they don't amount to a hill of beans when it comes to stopping a fox that's actually gotten into the chicken coop.

Let me think over some of the last office-type gigs I worked...

There was the one where I was working in the shipping & receiving room of a Fortune 500 company's regional offices: I was in a windowless back room on the twelfth floor of an office tower. If I'd heard shooting and craziness out in the offices, I could have bailed out the service door and headed down the fire stairs... to fetch my gun in the parking garage twelve floors below? Sorry, I left my cape at home today.

The secretarial gig at the scientific equipment company in the office park? If somebody had come in through the front door, he'd have been between me and my car. A pistol locked in the trunk of the Fiero might as well have been on Mars for all the good it would have done. Again, I'd be bailing out the back door yelling "Feets don't fail me now!" like a Looney Tunes character.

At the airport? I had a motorcycle. Where the hell was I supposed to lock the gun? Besides, the motorcycle was parked in the hangar right next to my office door. If I heard somebody yelling "Aloha Snackbar!" over in the FBO and I could get to the bike, my next action would not be to pull a Beretta Tomcat out from under the seat and go face down an unknown number of Kalashnikovs with it. No, I'd be takin' the highway to the danger zone across the taxiways and out the airport gates.

Besides, if I get out to the parking lot and get my gun from wherever it's secreted in the vehicle, by the time I could get back into the building, the first responding officers would be showing up. They'll be amped up, switched on, and looking for a crazy person with a gun running around inside the offices of I.N.C. Inc., and the batteries are dead on my "DON'T SHOOT! GOOD GUY!" beacon.

There's the occasional instance of a good guy running out to safety and then back in to the sound of the guns to save the day, but they are the exceptions that prove the rule. While a gun in the parking lot might be a few minutes closer than the gun in the holster of a responding cop, the fastest response is the gun you have on your person right then.

Certified by Undertaker Laboratories.

My roommate often says that she commutes from the 1930s, and let me tell you, the 1930s are a dangerous place!

Because I hate wasting good material at an away game...

From a conversation at Joel's place about the Oklahoma nutter and the Last Boy Scout (no, seriously) who busted the necessary caps in his ass:
I have heard reports (which I have not confirmed, but why wait for that? Nobody else does,) that he ran to his car to fetch a piece, and if I had a Glock in the glove box and an AR in the trunk, you’d better cool believe it’s the trunk key I’ll be fumblin’ for.

If so, that raises a couple further interesting questions:
  1. Did Vaughan Foods have a No Totin’ policy?
  2. If so, was the COO, despite being not only the top banana but also a reserve po-po, following that policy?
  3. Also if so, will that policy be changing in light of recent events?
A bit of googlin' later...
Nosing around, it does seem from this account (the most detailed I’ve found yet) that Vaughan fetched a carbine from his trunk. Which makes sense, because if I’m heading off to shoot somebody, I’m grabbing the biggest heater I have access to.
As folks who work in emergency services can tell you, while some volunteer po-po, firefighters, or EMT are whackers, the majority of them are actually painfully earnest and civic-minded people.

Saturday, September 27, 2014

His opinion means less than zero to me.

Bret Easton Ellis is running his suck about kids these days and how they need to get off his lawn, because they're not all studly like they were when he was one back in the '70s and '80s. (Like the pages of Vanity Fair are such a bully pulpit for calling people "wusses" in the first place; it's enough to sprain your eye-rolling muscles.)

Keep on truckin'.

I'm normally not a big fan of off-road pick 'em ups, but this video is just sick. I've watched it, like, three times already.

Wait, seriously?

Actual trigger tag seen today at the Mountain of Geese. Rendered doubly chucklesome by the fact that the company's gone by the much easier to spell "Para USA" moniker for a half dozen years now.

"Is that a dirk in your sporran, or are you just happy to see me?"

Kilted To Kick Cancer team fundraising totals as of 0700 today. Go pick an underdog and put 'em over the top! Only a few days to go!

Friday, September 26, 2014

The Religion of "Workplace Violence"

This blood's no good for dancing, I guess.

Although much is being made in news articles about the guy being shot by "a sheriff's deputy", if you listen to the briefing, the "deputy" in question was the Chief Operating Officer of the food company who came out of his office and shot the bad guy off of his employee with a (presumably) concealed handgun. He just happened to be a "reserve deputy", maybe as a civic service thing, maybe because he'd contributed to the sheriff's election campaign; I don't know how those things work down in Oklahoma.

I bet he didn't think he was going to need to use that gun on a decapitation crazy Muslim convert when he went to work at his office job in suburban Oklahoma this morning.

I shouldn't have made fun of Hornady Z-Max.

Judging from the internet, part of being a "prepper" is that any time a news story comes on about something that could be bad, Solar flare EMPbola 5N stock market ISILflation crashes, or whatever, you warn everybody that "This is it!" and then run down to the basement and load magazines while rolling around atop a pile of MREs until it's time to go to work the next day, and sometimes that seems a little silly but...

...zomg! This is it! ZOMBIES!

Be right back. I gotta go load magazines while rolling around on my pile of MREs.

On a more serious note, this is a good reminder about how hard it is to treat diseases like Ebola with the resources of a Third World medical system, where not-actually-dead-yet people are getting carted to the cemetery. (And remember, if you're a prepper of the doomsday variety: If there is a TEOTWAWKI event, you'll wish that your post-apocalypse medical system was as robust as that of, say, Liberia.)

(H/T to Jim at for the link.)

Holder's Legacy

Fast & Furious, "Civil Rights" investigations that amount to pandering at best (and vote-buying with double jeopardy abuses at worst), the beat goes on...

Like most Attorneys General, the outgoing occupant of one of the highest patronage positions in the land was the Long Arm of his patron's ideology, and the Department of Justice's "Operation Choke Point" was a splendid example of Holder's DoJ acting as the current administration's whip hand.

Going to flea markets or walking the floor at GenCon, little smartphone-operated credit card swipers from Square, Inc. are ubiquitous, but you won't see them at gun shows (or, if you do, they're playing chicken with the company's user agreement.)

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Tab Clearing...

Amazing mashup...

I really hates me some cancer.