Wore plumb out.

Range report mañana.

Pistol pr0n on teh w3bz:

Xavier with a blurb on the reintroduction of the Combat Elite by Colt.

Organization Man...

I'm not so sure I'd want a rep as having been a community organizer in a city where that largely means passing out the packs of free cigarettes to the bums hobos winos urban outdoorsmen as they get in the van to go vote for Daley. I'm just sayin'.

Soooo, what do you call someone who inadvertently rouses a rabble of rabble-rousers? A metarabblerouser? Anyhow, they sure are butthurt. Like they say, it's the hit dog that yelps.

Recoil therapy...

There will be snub-nosed big-bore magnum revolvers at Eagle Creek tomorrow morning, because some weeks just call for the fire and thunder of big bullets out of a short barrel to get one's head screwed back on straight. I'm pretty sure I've got some Buffalo Bore 265gr .41 Magnum around here someplace...

UPDATE: I'm going to bring my 3" 610 and my 3" 629. My 3" 657, too, if I can dig it out without too much trouble. The best part about the 610 is that I have, like, a case of 10mm Georgia Arms FMJ left over from my Glock 29/Delta Elite days, plus gawd knows how many boxes of various high-power JHP, and all I have left to shoot it is that revolver, so it should last a good, long time before I need to think about buying dies. I'm going to try to be there early, so maybe I'll see some of y'all at the range!

Quote of the Day:

"In my reading about the rain forest, however, I have found very little description of what it's like to actually be in a rain forest. There's a good reason for this, the same reason that little girls' baby dolls don't smell like actual babies. Not that the rain forest smells. You'd think something so wet, hot, and biological would stink like boiled Times Square, but it doesn't. Jungle has a nice fresh scent, the reason being that there's so much life in the jungle that anything which dies or is excreted or even gets drowsy is immediately a picnic for something else." -P.J. O'Rourke, All The Trouble In The World

My neighbors probably think I'm nuts for occasionally cackling like a loon on the front porch...

...nor any drop to drink.

I am in a house surrounded by literally thousands of books. And I want to read something, to crank my mojo back up. And there's not a damn thing that tickles my fancy at the moment.

In the last four days I've read Crichton's Sphere, The Charm School by Nelson DeMille, and the sequel to Blade Runner, Edge of Human, by K.W. Jeter.

I decided to fall back and punt and re-read All The Trouble In The World, by P.J. O'Rourke, despite having read it so many times I durn near have it memorized. Maybe something will come to me as I'm reading it.

Why we love Breda...

It's the way she makes all the little words jump through flaming hoops and sit up and balance balls on their noses and play Ave Maria on squeaky horns. When she gets on a roll, she sure can write purty.

Her speech was, in a word, brilliant. I'll leave the analysis for those who do that sort of thing for a living because all I can honestly do is gush and wax poetic. We all know a woman like Sarah - the unapologetically smart, boldly determined chick who can hang with the guys without ever losing the best qualities of being female. The one who puts on lipgloss to beat you in a debate. The one who has read books you've never even heard of and laughs at jokes that would make your mother blush. The one who works hard and loves fearlessly.

RTWDT

Yup, we lurves us some Breda.

Your morning LOL...

And the actual text of the link at CNN.com said: Democrats say McCain too partisan

Right, unlike your guy, Mr. Barack "Hands Across The Aisle" Obama.

Comfort food...

Fresh-baked rye and deli-sliced corned beef from the Fresh Market + Swiss cheese + kraut + Thousand Island + ~10min in the oven @ 350 = Contentment.

It's been a crappy week on the whole, but at least my tummy is happy right now.

We got us a movement.

Join here.

BONUS! Actual footage of Sportschicks for Palin clinging to guns and Bibles at Coal Creek Armory after Wednesday night Bible study! (h/t to Unc.)

DOUBLE EXTRA BONUS!! How can you tell when a liberal is scared sh!tless?

He’s talking about Sarah Palin.

Is that flop sweat I see on your forehead? Can j00 smell teh pwn4g3?

I know how you feel; two weeks ago the uninspired cardboard cutout was going to get stomped by the charismatic youngster who had fired up the base. Today? Same, but different…

Mating signals of h. campus idioticus...

...as noted by veteran idjit-spotter, Crankyprof:

If you do not understand what is wrong with wearing a red shirt with a huge graphic of Chairman Mao on it while carrying a ratty-assed backpack plastered with “FREE TIBET” stickers, there is no help for you.

Palin walks on water...

...Democrat pundits rip her for not wearing USCG-approved life vest. Also, they accuse her of pandering to fundamentalist Christians with messianic imagery.

Some wonder aloud "where were her children when she was gallivanting about on these aquatic jaunts? What kind of mother does that make her?"

They went on to state that her speech was "divisive", because of its criticism of the Democrat ticket, unlike the slobbery kissyhugs that the Dem candidates have been bestowing on McCain and Bush.

Who has more foreign affairs experience?

The Governor of AK or the Governor of AR?

Just curious...

For gun geeks...

I mentioned the Brownell's catalog in the previous post. If you're a hardcore gun geek like me, you've no doubt spent countless hours with your nose buried in it, poring over exotic sights, walnut rifle stocks, titanium bits, and reproduction vintage handgun grips. Also, if you are like me, you have pounded your head in frustration wondering "Who laid this thing out?" There was hardly any rhyme or reason to what fell on what page; match chamber reamers were one page away from oversized 10/22 safeties which were in turn a column over from Mauser scope mounts. If you weren't good with an index, your only hope of wowing your friends by finding stuff quickly was to memorize the whole thing.

No more.

The latest Brownell's catalog, which is in my sweaty mitts as I type this, is neatly categorized, with color-edged sections dividing it all up by category. There are even two special sections for 1911 and AR bits (I'm a little surprised that the 10/22 didn't get its own, too...)

Click here and spend the five ducats for some of the best throne room literature on the planet. (And warm up your credit card, because titanium firing pin caps and TiNi-coated M14 gas pistons get expensive...)

"Nothin' gonna save you from a love that's blind...

...when you slip to the dark side you cross that line."


Caleb went and bought himself a P-16.40 Limited. As the name suggests, Para's "Limited" guns are pretty much turn-key solutions if you want to play in Limited class USPSA shooting. Along with the STI high-capacity guns, they largely dominate the class.

Wait'll I show Caleb my shiny new Brownell's catalog...

The point escapes me...

Can anyone tell me what the Blogger's Choice Awards thingie actually signifies? Do people really get wound up about it, the way they do the Miss Dixie County Hog Calling Festival pageant? Are there bitter allegations of Dieboldesque vote-rigging if a leftist blog doesn't win "Best Political Blog"? Will Markos Moulitsas be busing people to Internet Cafes and library computers and giving them packs of Camels for their vote?

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Quote(s) of the Day:

On watching the Left go into total PSH over the Palin news:

Beyond that, what scares the left is that Palin is guns, God and babies. Bitter and clingy Americans love that. -SayUncle

I try not to give unsolicited advice to those who are neither kith, nor kin, but it would be in the best interests of their candidate if the Democrats simply let this story die. -LawDog

With regard to the way the Lenin-Red end of the intarw3bz spectrum has behaved in the last 24 hours, well, when people force themselves to be so Excruciatingly Politically Correct for 24 hours of every day, it's shocking how misogynistic and racist they can get if you put an R after the name of a target. I haven't seen such bigoted vitriol since the Clarence Thomas nomination.

Remember kids, it's the hit dog that yelps. See ya at the polls! :)

He's going to need a doctor's note.

"Hey, boss, I'm not going to be able to make it into the office today, I'm really..."

"What is it this time? Kidnapped by aliens again?"

"No, mugged by a kangaroo."

"Dammit, Johnson, I'm sick of your lame excuses!"

"No, really!"

A reminder...

Don't forget to tune in to Gun Nuts: TNG tonight @ 11PM EDT, where the subject will be the Appleseed Project and the special guest will be recent attendee Breda, of The Breda Fallacy. If you've been, or are involved as an instructor, or just have an opinion, call-in lines are open.

Tempted the fates...

I was typing a comment at a friend's blog about what a perfect day I'd been having. I hit the final period and was about to poke the "Submit" button when the phone rang.

"Tam, it's for you," said my roomie, "it sounds like your sister..."

I'd asked for a call as soon as my grandpa's situation changed. And that's what the call was. And it wasn't a happy call.

Not much blogging today, folks; I'm waiting for one more phone call. :(