What bias?

Does this story from RawStory (which has flown 'round the world and seems to be based on this link) sound anything like what I'm reading here?

Anybody reading this have contacts with the Houston po-po who know anything like the real scoop? Because if the wild-shooting Sheepdog Samaritan indeed is a figment of Cassidy Estrada and David Ferguson's imaginations, this needs to be corrected.
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The cries of my people have been heard...

Seen in comments to the McKay's post today:

Unless there's another McKay's I Knoxville with the same paint scheme and trashcan arrangement (with free zine rack in background), the sign is gone.  

So Gunsmith Bob and I ran by there this evening to see. Sure enough, the offending sign was gone!

The market has spoken.

Thank you for being so quickly responsive to customer feedback, McKay's! We immediately went in and rewarded you in the best capitalist fashion: With green pieces of paper.

Tab Clearing...

• ToddG's 2012-2013 pistol-training.com test gun is going to be a Springfield Armory Custom Shop 1911 in 9mm. This should be interesting, to say the least.


• His Indian Native American Casino-Owning American name is "Speaks With Headlights". Good on the court for seeing through to do the right thing. If the purpose of speed limits is to slow people down, then the guy flashing his headlights was doing a better job of it than the revenooer skulking in the bushes with the radar gun.


• I want one of these "Fill Your Hands..." ones real badly. I have no need for one, and I can't even articulate why I want it, but I wants it, my precious, yes I do.

Even a stopped clock can find an acorn twice a day.

It's fitting that Sebastian, with a blog named Snowflakes In Hell, should link to this story in the Philly Inquirer on the difficulty in spotting potential workplace shooters, considering that it contains... you may want to sit down for this part... contains the sentence:

Spotting a weapon in a company parking lot might not tell you much. There are many parts of the country, including Pennsylvania, where it is common for workers to stash a rifle in a pickup truck for deer hunting.

Notice it just said "common for workers" and not "common for deranged, psychotic moody loner workers." Amazing.

Incidentally, in many years of working in gun stores, I never really worried about disgruntled ex-employees...

Shooting in Indianapolis...

So this guy and his girlfriend are helping their buddy, another guy, move into an apartment down around the 1500 block of Pennsylvania when up walks Sumdood and asks for change for a fiver.

This guy tells Sumdood that there's change in the apartment, so they tramp upstairs, whereupon Sumdood whips out his gat and announces that this is, in fact, a good place for a stickup. This guy responds by pulling out his own heater and airing Sumdood out rather comprehensively:

Someone said there was change in the 3rd floor apartment and Hampton followed the group inside. Once there, he pulled a gun and directed everyone into a back room, police said. While being ushered to the back at gunpoint, Blevins pulled out his gun, turned and fired at Hampton, striking him at least four times.

Nice shootin', Tex.

After Sumdood's innards had reached room temperature, more interesting data came to light: Apparently Sumdood was wired up with a transponder like a migrating Harp Seal.

Hampton was wearing an ankle bracelet brace for an unrelated invasion of privacy and violation of a protective order arrest on April 5.

Obviously Sumdood got lost between his Boy Scout troop meeting and choir practice, and just needed change for a five spot to make a phone call to Father Flanagan to get directions to the Boy's Home where he was volunteering as a mentor...

Seeing as how this occupied only a few column inches on p. A-16 of the local cat box liner, I would have missed it were it not for a post by Shermlock Shomes.

Now, had Sumdood smoked this guy, his girlfriend, and the other guy, on what page do you think that story would have wound up, hmmm?

A bloom in the desert.

It takes a class act to recognize a class act.

Meanwhile, in Oklahoma...

Who do the firefighters call when their station catches fire?

At least they didn't have to drive far to get to the scene of the blaze, and there wasn't much chance of getting lost en route.

Just for future reference, here's Sparky the Fire Dog's kitchen safety tips page.