Why every boy needs a dawg

Some one who is there every time and loves you no matter what.

He smells like a dog, but then he's supposed to.

We all know how much dogs forgive us, and how much they love us.

Livin' in the old days

I come from a long line of distinguished entrepreneurs, that means either there were no jobs, or they would do anything to avoid them.

Coal mining in the thirties and forties would be a career choice to avoid. Traveling down a slope until you're a couple of miles underground to work long hours by the light of a carbide lamp just doesn't sound like appealing work.

My daddy had gaggle of fairly rowdy brothers, who were prone to take up anything that would turn a dollar. Junk dealing, logging, digging railroad tunnels, little harmless things like that.The neighborhood being remote and the economy being shot in the foot, they turned to making moonshine. We're Irish what do you expect?

Folks will always have money for liquor, even if they don’t have the money for anything else.

Daddy and the boys had to taste the brew so they determined to make good clean ‘shine, no radiators, or dead things in the beer box. Just grain feed, preferably sweet feed, sugar and yeast. For your daily lesson in alcohol production please make a note to purchase yeast for brewing purposes, bread yeast will work, or leaving the top off will work, but the end product will taste like spoiled bread. Yecch!

I have tasted moonshine from an old home made copper still with a wooden bottom. I have no idea why anyone would put a wooden bottom in a still. It was made with grocery store variety yeast, the liquor smelled horrible and tasted worse. It would, however, burn with a clear blue flame all the way to the bottom of a spoon. The burn in your throat and belly was another situation all together. That stuff was clear as water and would take the hair off your tongue like paint stripper.

The talented distiller can cook off enough water with the alcohol to give you a buzz without pickling the surrounding organs in the process. My predecessors, I am proud to say, were very talented. The first taste of adult beverage to pass my lips came from the household supply of one of my uncles. We were going fox hunting. I and two of my cousins were along for the ride, and when we stopped to see if another dog owner would be along, the cousins dived over the seat, snagged the brown paper bag from the front, and we had a swig. I was twelve or so, and it was pretty tasty. I suspect my uncle knew we had a nip, and I also suspect he knew it was inevitable.

Daddy and the boys were, as previously noted, not to be trifled with. Trifling would result in bruises, or worse, no more ‘shine. Sobriety was a fate not to be contemplated, possibly worse than employment. The boys would visit the regulars and chat about every thing except drinking, and by the time they moved on, the customer would know where to leave the money, and pick up the product.

One of Daddy’s favorite stories told of heading out on a errand to deliver a couple of jars of refreshment. As he walked out of the holler, for you city folks, that’s a small valley, a stranger came down off the mountain and started a conversation with daddy. It turned out that the stranger was a revenue officer looking for some moonshiners in the area.

Guess who.

They walked along for a while as daddy allowed as he didn’t know much of anything. Eventually the officer pealed off and daddy went his way. He had two fifths wrapped up in a shoe box under his arm the whole time.

When I was growing up, all of us spent days at a time looking for their still. We never found it, and if you ever tried to hide anything from kids you know how hard that is. It must be deep under ground, its not too far to carry sugar and grain, and has to be near water.
My oldest uncle was a bootlegger and moonshiner until the day he died. I expect the old still has collapsed by now, sugar prices ran the moonshiners out of business when the feds couldn't’t. I still know of a few hardy souls who would rather make their own, they are few and far between. It can be bought but the price is high. I have the craft but haven’t learned the art. If I ever need to barter to survive, as I said people will always want their liquor.

I’ll bet you didn’t know the reason your milk jug has a snap on top, rather than a screw top, is to keep moonshiners from putting liquor in them.

Good News

SM-3 is being developed as part of the MDA's sea-based Aegis Ballistic Missile Defense System. The missiles will be deployed on Aegis cruisers and destroyers to defend against short-to-intermediate range ballistic missile threats in the midcourse phase of flight.

During the test, the Japanese crew exchanged track information via satellite with U.S. naval assets, demonstrating missile defense interoperability between the two countries. This test was the 12th successful intercept for the Aegis Ballistic Missile Defense system's SM-3.

Some progress that will let the loonys know it might not be worth it.

Just so you know

President Bush's 2005 Kwanzaa message began with the patently absurd statement: "African-Americans and people around the world reflect on African heritage during Kwanzaa."
I believe more African-Americans spent this season reflecting on the birth of Christ than some phony non-Christian holiday invented a few decades ago by an FBI stooge. Kwanzaa is a holiday for white liberals, not blacks.
It is a fact that Kwanzaa was invented in 1966 by a black radical FBI stooge, Ron Karenga, aka Dr. Maulana Karenga. Karenga was a founder of United Slaves, a violent nationalist rival to the Black Panthers and a dupe of the FBI.
In what was probably ultimately a foolish gamble, during the madness of the '60s the FBI encouraged the most extreme black nationalist organizations in order to discredit and split the left. The more preposterous the organization, the better. Karenga's United Slaves was perfect. In the annals of the American '60s, Karenga was the Father Gapon, stooge of the czarist police.
Despite modern perceptions that blend all the black activists of the '60s, the Black Panthers did not hate whites. They did not seek armed revolution. Those were the precepts of Karenga's United Slaves. United Slaves were proto-fascists, walking around in dashikis, gunning down Black Panthers and adopting invented "African" names. (That was a big help to the black community: How many boys named "Jamal" currently sit on death row?)
Whether Karenga was a willing dupe, or just a dupe, remains unclear. Curiously, in a 1995 interview with Ethnic NewsWatch, Karenga matter-of-factly explained that the forces out to get O.J. Simpson for the "framed" murder of two whites included: "the FBI, the CIA, the State Department, Interpol, the Chicago Police Department" and so on. Karenga should know about FBI infiltration. (He further noted that the evidence against O.J. "was not strong enough to prohibit or eliminate unreasonable doubt" -- an interesting standard of proof.)
In the category of the-gentleman-doth-protest-too-much, back in the '70s, Karenga was quick to criticize rumors that black radicals were government-supported. When Nigerian newspapers claimed that some American black radicals were CIA operatives, Karenga publicly denounced the idea, saying, "Africans must stop generalizing about the loyalties and motives of Afro-Americans, including the widespread suspicion of black Americans being CIA agents."
Now we know that the FBI fueled the bloody rivalry between the Panthers and United Slaves. In one barbarous outburst, Karenga's United Slaves shot to death Black Panthers Al "Bunchy" Carter and Deputy Minister John Huggins on the UCLA campus. Karenga himself served time, a useful stepping-stone for his current position as a black studies professor at California State University at Long Beach.
Kwanzaa itself is a lunatic blend of schmaltzy '60s rhetoric, black racism and Marxism. Indeed, the seven "principles" of Kwanzaa praise collectivism in every possible arena of life -- economics, work, personality, even litter removal. ("Kuumba: Everyone should strive to improve the community and make it more beautiful.") It takes a village to raise a police snitch.
When Karenga was asked to distinguish Kawaida, the philosophy underlying Kwanzaa, from "classical Marxism," he essentially explained that under Kawaida, we also hate whites. While taking the "best of early Chinese and Cuban socialism" -- which one assumes would exclude the forced abortions, imprisonment for homosexuals and forced labor -- Kawaida practitioners believe one's racial identity "determines life conditions, life chances and self-understanding." There's an inclusive philosophy for you.
(Sing to "Jingle Bells")
Kwanzaa bells, dashikis sellWhitey has to pay;Burning, shooting, oh what funOn this made-up holiday!
Coincidentally, the seven principles of Kwanzaa are the very same seven principles of the Symbionese Liberation Army, another charming invention of the Least-Great Generation. In 1974, Patricia Hearst, kidnap victim-cum-SLA revolutionary, posed next to the banner of her alleged captors, a seven-headed cobra. Each snake head stood for one of the SLA's revolutionary principles: Umoja, Kujichagulia, Ujima, Ujamaa, Nia, Kuumba and Imani -- the same seven "principles" of Kwanzaa.
With his Kwanzaa greetings, President Bush is saluting the intellectual sibling of the Symbionese Liberation Army, killer of housewives and police. He is saluting the founder of United Slaves, who were such lunatics that they shot Panthers for not being sufficiently insane -- all with the FBI as their covert ally.
It's as if David Duke invented a holiday called "Anglika," and the president of the United States issued a presidential proclamation honoring the synthetic holiday. People might well stand up and take notice if that happened.
Kwanzaa was the result of a '60s psychosis grafted onto the black community. Liberals have become so mesmerized by multicultural nonsense that they have forgotten the real history of Kwanzaa and Karenga's United Slaves -- the violence, the Marxism, the insanity. Most absurdly, for leftists anyway, is that they have forgotten the FBI's tacit encouragement of this murderous black nationalist cult founded by the father of Kwanzaa.
Now the "holiday" concocted by an FBI dupe is honored in a presidential proclamation and public schools across the nation. Bush called Kwanzaa a holiday that promotes "unity" and "faith." Faith in what? Liberals' unbounded capacity to respect any faith but Christianity?
A movement that started approximately 2,000 years before Kwanzaa leaps well beyond merely "unity" and "faith" to proclaim that we are all equal before God. "There is neither Jew nor Greek, slave nor free, male nor female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus" (Galatians 3:28). It was practitioners of that faith who were at the forefront of the abolitionist and civil rights movements. But that's all been washed down the memory hole, along with the true origins of Kwanzaa.
Ann Coulter is a popular syndicated columnist for Universal Press Syndicate.

Things that have slipped our memory....

There is only one message today...

Merry Christmas to the world!

May God Bless you and Keep you!

May you and all those you love have a wonderful day!

From DW and The Love of My Life!

Chuck on the rampage,,,,

NEW YORK (Reuters) - Tough-guy actor and martial arts expert Chuck Norris sued publisher Penguin on Friday over a book he claims unfairly exploits his famous name, based on a satirical Internet list of "mythical facts" about him.
Penguin published "The Truth About Chuck Norris: 400 facts about the World's Greatest Human" in November. Author Ian Spector and two Web sites he runs to promote the book, including www.truthaboutchuck.com, are also named in the suit.

These guy's should go get a lottery ticket, 'cause they're lucky he's matured and is only suing them!

I want this man in office!

Paul Brant considers himself a penny pincher, but his savings in quarters and dollar coins really paid off.
Brant, 70, used more than $25,000 in change to help buy a new Dodge Ram half-ton pickup truck Friday _ 13 years after buying another truck with spare change.
"(The old truck) didn't have four-wheel drive, and living in the country, I figured I better get a new one to help get me through the snow," he said.
Brant said he was raised to be thrifty. His father always paid in cash and saved up loose change to take vacations.
Brant has been storing his change for years, and estimated he had about $26,000 in coins for Friday's purchase. In 1994, he bought a Dodge pickup and a Dodge Neon using about $36,000 in quarters.
"As long as you don't put your hands back in the till, it really adds up," he said.

That statement should make him a shoo in for a congressional office. "Keep your hands out of the till" what a concept!
Stolen from the Town Hall.

Border security, or rather the lack of it.

The Omnibus Spending bill, lots of pork. However there is no provision for the Border fence. It is being pared down to that single barrier fence that wouldn't stop a tumble weed much less Jose with a pair of dull wire cutters.

Our new royalty has decided that we don't know what to want so they will have to sneak it past us.

We should be suspicious of any bill that is voted on after dark, when it is 3500 pages and submitted so close to the deadline for a vote so it gets no scrutiny.

I am personally in favor of term limits for ALL federal elected positions, a constant turn over, to limit big government.

Who's with me?

I wonder what some people are thinking, then I remember, probably nothing.

I was searching for a fuel tank for my big truck today, and decided to ask one of the salvage yard people if he knew of any. He was nice enough and sent me off on a wild goose chase into the nether regions of the island of broken toys.

That means I zigged when I should have zagged, and walked further than I should have.

I ran into him a little later and he stopped to check on my progress. We were chatting about the purpose of the tank I was looking for, when he mentioned he was a subcontractor in the yard. The details continued until he mentioned that he had already received about a hundred thousand dollars from the yard in the last three months. Not to bad, except he was paying the workers cash, and not paying estimated taxes or with holding any taxes, or FICA, or anything.

Holy cow!!!

Can you imagine the look on his face when he gets his tax bill?

I sent him to an accountant, and told him he would be lucky to stay out of prison.

He was trying to help some people who probably can't get work any where, other than an off the radar job, and he is gonna be so busted.

I wonder why???

Seriously, I was chatting with a gentleman in the barber shop, and even though we had not discussed anything military, he asked me if I was with Blackwater!!!!

I wonder what gave him that idea?

There may not be scientific proof,,,,

But my best guess is, cell phones suck the IQ points right out of your head if you're driving. Almost every time I see someone behind the wheel of a car doing under the speed limit, driving erratically, running a red light, or about to pile-drive a pedestrian in a parking lot, there is a cell phone to their ear.

I can't believe there are that many retarded people with drivers licence.

It must be the cell phones.

It's finally raining here. My yard is full of drip cords, and running full Christmas lights, every noise makes me cringe, I am expecting the whole house to disaperate in a cloud of electric sparks.

Wouldn't the neighbors be amused!

The Scandinavians drink a winter time concoction called Glogg, we bought some to taste. It says to mix with rum or vodka in equal parts. All I've got to say about that is they must have a real fondness for cough syrup. Unfortunately I don't! Well not too expensive, I guess, you couldn't pay me the bottle price to get me to drink more, so I guess I can save it for a cold. I expect something horrible to drink then.

I'm looking for a range bag to carry for a lunch box. Several years ago I bought a 48 can canvas cooler to carry to work. It's wearing out at the corners and dropping the contents every where. I like pockets and pouches to separate the odds and ends, so I went back to the original store to get another Th only one available was in a color sure to start a fight if I come strolling in with the bag on my arm.

I figure a range bag in heavy nylon and black or cammo with monster zippers will last a while and save me from providing an acute education to a loud mouth.

I was mean today, a blond teenager passed me on the right and cut back in front of me at a light. So I put my fingers on the horn button and concentrated on the light. At about point six (.6) seconds into the green I held the button down and gunned the engine, as the SUV in front of me started to move I dumped the clutch and rode her bumper for about twenty feet. Then I drove the speed limit and continued my business. She was speeding, and well out of my way.

Well it's an issue,,,,

The worthless ex-son-in-law has an issue, at least it will be in about nine months.
His girl friend is hatching.

So he no longer wants custody of his girls. No time for the first children, only his next, unless he can talk her into an abortion. And I know he will try.

This dude is about the biggest waste of air I know. He can't support the children he has fathered, so his next move is to father more. Then he tosses the first batch so they won't interfere with the second.

How do we tell the grand babies this story in a positive light?

Should we point out the obvious to the new girl friend? She may be stupid enough to think she can make a man out of dog $hit, and I apologise to all dogs for that.

Best idea yet,

Stand up for your right to not be controlled by the perpetually offended. From an E-mail.


I will be making a conscious effort to wish everyone a Merry Christmas .. My way of saying that I am celebrating the birth Of Jesus Christ. So I am asking my email buddies, if you agree with me, to please do the same. And if you'll pass this on to your email buddies, and so on... maybe we can prevent one more American tradition from being lost in the sea of "Political Correctness".

If your chosen religion, or non religion, as the case may be, does not have a holiday of significance to you, at this time of year, please feel free to enjoy mine. This enjoyment is not conditional on belief, but rather, on your good will, and tolerance. This is not a licence to change my holiday to something other than what it is intended.

Enjoy it, or leave it alone, your choice.

Try to make me feel guilty, or change it from something enjoyable, that comes with a free Ass Kicking.

Don't worry, we'll tell you Merry Ass Kicking, as we cruise out of sight.

How do you put a bow on that?

Short guns I have known 6

This is my competition piece, when I used to compete. It's a S&W 686 with a six inch barrel, in .357. The Packmyer grips soften the recoil and give a nice, soft, consistent grip.

I used to shoot a S&W 66 Combat Masterpiece with a four inch barrel. We (the ex and I) had fired tens of thousand rounds of .38 through it and were capable of shooting a perfect score on her qualification course. Her security company had started shooting competition against the two other plants on her system. In the course of practicing for the matches, their supervision decided to sponsor some friendly competition against any challengers.

I organised a team and set up a match or several. Life being what it is, we were constantly changing people to make up our five shooters. Eventually it turned into a free for all.
One of the people who showed up with gun and holster in hand to show his ability was my friend and shooting buddy from the sheriffs office. He shot on the sheriffs team in their state competition. He failed to excel because he shot a group tight enough to be one ragged hole and the judge wouldn't count anything but a cut hole on the paper. He carried a 686. I fired it one round and decided to get one for the ex to shoot.

The action was good and the solid heavy feel was very comfortable. The under barrel lug makes it nose heavy and helps it point well. It was one of those weapons that you know on the first shot, it will do well.

Being in a competitive frame of mind can get expensive. The first add on was a Safari Land clam shell holster, spring loaded speed loaders came next. The final tune up was a trip down to Fast Freddie Floyd for an action job. Fred is quite the unique character. He put in competition trigger springs for a lighter trigger pull, polished the inner surfaces for smoothness and retimed the action. Retimeing is more tedious and less technical than it sounds. Some parts are a few thousandths different than the next, if you change them out with other pieces, you eventually get a revolver that has locked up the cylinder before the hammer falls.

We shot the contents of a small lead mining operation thorough this piece with complete satisfaction. When I was in practice, I could put twelve rounds in the "X" ring in thirteen seconds.

OK, that was from the seven yard line. Go out and beat that with a revolver and tell me how easy it is.

Reality is what happens when you act on wishful thinking

I think the Ex-son-in-law has gotten himself an issue.

He was trying to get full custody of his daughters, and suddenly withdrew the motion.

He was always counting on a favorable break. I was hoping for an arm or leg, or both, myself.

We are hoping for legal entanglement, with a duration of years, perhaps with confinement.

I am wondering how to help that along. Almost three years ago I filed a notice of inequitable treatment, with the IRS, that document requires an investigation.

Maybe they finally got him.

HollyB is such a motivator

"Quit whinin like a little girl! Butch up and move!"

Caint you feel the Love?

She's right, and I did, slowly.

Three more last night, but somewhat faster, Ibprophen before bed, I may live.

Two days off, then stomp around the loop again.

It's not an earthquake

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I'm taking dancing lessons.



Troll in slippers, whirling with the grace of a druken Yak, the Love of My Life is risking her dainty little toes.



The joy that is mine.

I think I've ruint myself,,,,,

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The Love of My Life is very persistent, she ran a half marathon this fall and I ran with her. Key words, with her, and I still do.

She has been running some since, I have not.

Last night we ran together, three miles, 36 min. Sometime between 2330 and 0630 this morning, rigor set in. If it moves it hurts.

Meds are now on board, decaf ( I know, horrible) waiting for the continuous cuppa. I have work to do, an arbor to build, and I need to get a fill in job so my retirement won't be so tiring. Now I have to wait until the meds take effect.

Whiny beyotch that I am, I will get up and move shortly.

Cool animation

Good music, some one sent this in an e-mail, with a speil that says it's real. It's got that "Dr. Seuss" look to it. Very cool though.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UE6xaTYAZhU&NR=1

The Dog did it....

Pictured above is the Debil, or so I'm told. Every time something goes crash around the house, or something gets dug into or scratched, the grand babies point and say the DAWG DID IT.



Just look at that face, them floppy ears, and them big sad brown eyes, I'm thinkin' not!

I'm not sayin' she doesn't have her moments, but she has way less imagination than the two girls, and maybe a little better judgement.

I know Jesus is shaking his head over this one

I went to the store today to get some plastic Christmas tree ornaments. This was my fourth trip to find the right kind. They were very cheap, so I grabbed four boxes of them. When I got to the counter to pay for them, I noticed someone had STOLEN one of the balls. The lady at the register said, "You wouldn't believe what people steal around here."

Yes, I would.

Can you imagine the conversation on judgement day when this mutt tries to tell Christ that it was....because..... I had to......?

I just can't put the words together!

So you think it's OK to celebrate the birth of Baby Jesus by stealing?

Words fail.

Short Guns I have known 5

This is one of those serious pieces, it is as you can see a Ruger P89 in 9mm. Stainless of course. I picked this weapon for two very good reasons, price and it was runner up in the competition to replace the Govt. Issue 1911.

If you are a Navy SEAL, runner up means first loser. To the rest of the world it means almost as good and in this case $200 bucks cheaper than the winner.

I didn't like the winner anyway because the barrel has no guide cone that will align the sights and the bore. That's right your M92f barrel will wiggle like a belly dancer and the sights don't move.

The P89 loads 15 and 1, it has the double action trigger pull that you would expect, and a fair to good single action trigger. I like the decocker safety, just get the hammer down and put it back in the fire position. To this date it has functioned well with everything that will fit in the clip, Isralei, Russian, Winchester, round nose, hollow point, it doesn't care.

Unfortunately, this pistol, like most close tolerance pistols is a warm weather weapon. If you get busy and it warms up quickly, it will very likely fail to go into battery. I highly recommend if you have a new pistol test it! Spare yourself a nasty surprise at the worst possible moment!

What more need be said? Four clips for this and a pump shot gun, and we ready to party!

A long time ago I had some body armor and web gear built. I could choose between a pistol and rifle, or a pistol and shotgun combination. No one carrys both rifle and shotgun for CQC. I chose the shotgun and pistol. Now I can carry 61 rounds of 9mm and 18 rounds of 12ga, thats 547 pellets, if you can't negotiate a settlement with that, call your cousins.

A Fair Tax,,,,,, and my government really cares about me!

The other day I wrote a post on the "Fair Tax" (HR-25), I realised from the posts that the commenter's probably hadn't read much about it. I know I hadn't, but I'm working on that. Below are some links to columns and blog posts regarding the so called Fair Tax. Just to be clear it scares the he11 out of me.


http://www.townhall.com/columnists/HankAdler/2007/12/06/the_fairtax_responding_to_boortz



http://www.townhall.com/columnists/NealBoortz/2007/12/04/responding_to_still_more_absurd_attacks_on_the_fairtax



http://semperlibertas.townhall.com/Default.aspx?mode=post&g=32b1e8d6-a832-4186-9c6f-472bca508fbf



http://www.townhall.com/columnists/HankAdler/2007/11/22/a_hard_look_at_the_fair_tax



http://mountainrose.townhall.com/Default.aspx?mode=post&g=7a2ba2b0-d701-489e-8561-1e0a4fb395bb


There are a few things that occur to me and others as well.

The sale price of goods and services has noting to do with the sale price, that would be what the market will bare.

Many employers will find a way to keep most of the taxes, been there and had it done to me.

Lawyers will find a way to game the system. People who are really rich don't pay taxes, they buy government bonds that are tax free. That won't change, there will be loopholes.

People in the position to do so will live in "company houses", drive "company cars" live on allowances, that aren't taxable.

If someone is truly wealthy the percentage of their total worth, spent on goods and services is tiny compared to those of us who are living on a paycheck.

The right of a government to tax, encompasses until it destroys.

The rest of us will do our trading and selling under the radar, I know I will. But, then Costa Rica, and Belize don't have a fair tax.

Don't tell me Happy Holidays

IT'S CHRISTMAS,,,,, AND DON'T FORGET IT!!!!!
This day is a celebration of Christ's Birth Day! I don't care that the actual day might be in June, for cat's sake! This is the day we choose to celebrate. If you don't believe in God and His Son the way, or as I do, OKAY, thats your choice, I feel some regret that you don't, but IT'S YOUR CHOICE!
Don't infringe on my choice!

The poem below say's it fairly well. From an E-mail,,,,

WRITTEN BY A 15 yr. old SCHOOL KID IN ARIZONA :

New Pledge of Allegiance (TOTALLY AWESOME) !

Since the Pledge of Allegiance
and
The Lord's Prayer
are not allowed in most
public schools anymore
Because the word "God" is mentioned....
A kid in Arizona wrote the attached

NEW School prayer :

Now I sit me down in school
Where praying is against the rule
For this great nation under God
Finds mention of Him very odd.

If Scripture now the class recites,
It violates the Bill of Rights.
And anytime my head I bow
Becomes a Federal matter now.

Our hair can be purple, orange or green,
That's no offense; it's a freedom scene.
The law is specific, the law is precise.
Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice.

For praying in a public hall
Might offend someone with no faith at all.
In silence alone we must meditate,
God's name is prohibited by the state.

We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks,
And pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks.
They've outlawed guns, but FIRST the Bible.
To quote the Good Book makes me liable.
We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen,
And the 'unwed daddy,' our Senior King.
It's "inappropriate" to teach right from wrong,
We're taught that such "judgments" do not belong.

We can get our condoms and birth controls,
Study witchcraft, vampires and totem poles.
But the Ten Commandments are not allowed,
No word of God must reach this crowd.

It's scary here I must confess,
When chaos reigns the school's a mess.
So, Lord, this silent plea I make:
Should I be shot; My soul please take!
Amen

If you aren't ashamed to do this,
please pass this on.
Jesus said,
"If you are ashamed of me,
I will be ashamed of you before my Father."


Not ashamed. Pass this on.

"A Day That Will Live In Infamy"

This day in 1941 was the start of a war that changed our world. Not only in fire and death but in the way the world looks at this country. We became a superpower. We became an industrial giant.

These are the fruit of the seeds planted on that day.

What are the seeds? There are many more than I can recount, the greatest of these is resolve. There was hate, anger, fear, and probably every emotion in the spectrum, all layered in the minds of America. Out of that resolve grew the nation that provided the might to destroy the axis powers of totalitarian aggression.

Our most recent "Day of Infamy" has raised little that has remained as a monument to those innocents that died. The resolve and anger has been whittled away by the propaganda, not only of our enemy's, but of our own news media. What is left, in many cases, is fear and guilt.

America, on this day of rememberance, recall those that were struck down in 1941, recall the greatness of that generation, recall in yourself the the greatness that the liberal socialist media has sought to suppress.

If this country decides as a whole to persue a goal, no matter what it might be, we can not be stopped.

Drive On!!!

The "Fair Tax"?

Really? How would you know? On a basic level we all know the tax code is possibly the most complicated document on earth. The amount of money it calculates and collects is mind boggling. Why, or how, would any system be any simpler, considering the sheer numbers of people and amount of money involved?

The idea of one tax, included in the price of your purchase is seductive. The end of the IRS is seductive. No more April fifteenth is seductive.

Generally the act of seduction is to present the facts in a light that will defeat resistance to an ill considered act.

Remember Murphy Lives! Nothing is as simple as it looks!

I have only heard about the fair tax lately, and only read two articles about it and already have doubts.

Michelle Malkin on the housing crunch

Let's boil this down to fundamentals: Why should the rest of us have to shoulder the burden because some buyers made poor choices, overextended themselves and bought more house than they could afford? Why should other business owners bear the costs of lenders' failed bets? And why are falling home prices such a catastrophe to be "fixed" in the first place? Sacramento Bee columnist Daniel Weintraub put it well:

"It is great news when the price of energy, food, transportation, health care and consumer electronics drops. But for some reason it is bad news when the price of shelter drops. . . . Shouldn't we be seeing stories filled with anecdotes about formerly priced-out middle-income families finally getting their chance at the American Dream?"

There's another side of the housing crunch equation that's not making it onto the newspaper front pages and presidential campaign websites. "For every house sold because the buyer couldn't make the payments," Weintraub notes, "there is a buyer on the other end of that transaction who got a good deal. And for every foreclosure, there are probably 10 buyers of nearby homes who benefited from the general easing of house-price pressure." Bingo.

Michelle points out a lot of common sense things in plain terms that your weasel legislators try to hide. Plainly put the politico's are buying votes with your money. That is what a government intervention really is.

Short guns I have known 4

This weapon is my carry piece. Although it looks like a Walther it is a Sig P230SS. The .380 I load it with is a Hornaday hollow point. The seven round clip with one in the chamber puts me one ahead of the revolver in most cases. There is an indicator that pops out, with a red dot, to show that there is something in the chamber. This is an old design with a hammer and a decocking lever. The hammer is blocked until the trigger is pulled preventing the accidental firing of the pistol. I have no clue as to how robust the block might be. I hope to never be unlucky enough to test this component. The slide will lock back at the last round, as most autos, and must be released manually when reloaded. It's double action, with a long, relatively smooth trigger pull of ten pounds or so.

I have always been a fan of James Bond, and the Walther PPKS was a natural choice when searching for a carry pistol. I found this one in a pawn shop after a relatively long, for me, search. I asked the shop owner, by phone, if he had a Walther. He said he did and he said he was ready to sell this one because it had been in the case long enough. The price was no more than some weapons of lesser quality. I still thought it was a Walther, until I held it i my hand. A Sig was the only brand I would have accepted other than a PPKS. As far as I can tell it had never been fired.

The rounded edges make it nice to carry, the stainless frame and slide with plastic grips renders it fairly immune to weather and sweat.

The down side, small as it is, would be the fixed sights. That is a small thing to worry about in something that is unlikely to be used for sniping.

Again with the extra clip, if I can't settle the issue, or get running room with the ammo I carry, I need to go back to the range.

Short guns I have known 3

This particular little piece epitomises my ideal hand gun, cheap to shoot, reliable, accurate to a fault, and fun. It is a Ruger MKII, as you can see, with a six inch heavy barrel, in stainless.

This is an old design, some one knows the release date, I don't, sometime in the forty's or fifty's, for the MKI. It's an updated classic. The heavy barrel is pretty much pointless, except to make it look cool and point better,(I seriously believe most guns are more accurate than most shooters). The stainless is for me because I'm a lazy bastard and don't enjoy cleaning guns.

It comes with two ten shot clips and adjustable sights.

This piece was developed when someone was on the bandwagon, with cheaper, not less quality. The round upper frame and bolt help manufacturing processes because drilling is less expensive and faster than milling. Some of the parts are stampings.
Those alone would keep the price down. It has a passing resemblance to the grease gun and the Sten.

The down side is it's sensitivity to ammo. This one will not fire a Remington round reliably. I have several thousand rounds of Remington .22, and of course wondered why that could be. A .22 is a .22, isn't it?

Actually, the answer would be "no", there are details. The minor differences in chamber diameter, the minor differences in swaging dies, the coating and type of bullet lube, can and sometimes will, add up to one or two thousandths of an inch of diameter. That means the additive error can cause the slide to fail to lock up.

The answer is Federal ammo. It has, so far, never failed to load as it should. It has a slightly smaller diameter, .002 if I remember correctly.

This pistol is the favorite of all the females in my house, light, simple, low to no recoil, and you can put ten rounds down range before the brass from the first stops rolling.

There are good arguments to promote the MkI and II as self defense weapons.
1) The only way to shoot good is to shoot a lot.
2) Can't shoot a lot if it's too expensive.
3) You won't practice if it hurts too much.
4) If you can hit what you shoot at, anything will work. If you can't hit the target nothing will work. Training and practice will help you under pressure. (see one through three)

Someone out there will snort something about bullet weight and velocity and retained energy and mag capacity. Well, all that is true, but if you need fifteen rounds to dissuade someone from stupidity, it ain't self defence, it's a fire fight! You need to go back to the range. If you get the chance.

A certain fact is if I put three rounds from this pistol in your chest, or one in your Adam's apple, the judge will only have me to listen to, unless your family shows up.

My paternal grandfather carried one of these and would shoot squirrels on the way home from work, so dinner would be fresh.

The biggest problem with McCain is he's a RINO

Below are the candidates ranked by how much I agree with their stances.

John McCain
Score: 59
Agree
Iraq
Taxes
Stem-Cell Research
Health Care
Abortion
Social Security
Line-Item Veto
Energy
Death Penalty
Immigration
Marriage

Fred Thompson
Score: 57
Agree
Iraq
Taxes
Stem-Cell Research
Health Care
Abortion
Social Security
Line-Item Veto
Marriage
Death Penalty
Disagree
Immigration
Energy


Duncan Hunter
Score: 57
Agree
Iraq
Taxes
Stem-Cell Research
Health Care
Abortion
Social Security
Line-Item Veto
Marriage
Death Penalty
Disagree
Immigration
Energy


Tom Tancredo
Score: 50
Agree
Immigration
Taxes
Stem-Cell Research
Health Care
Abortion
Social Security
Line-Item Veto
Marriage
Disagree
Iraq
Energy
Death Penalty


Mitt Romney
Score: 45
Agree
Iraq
Taxes
Health Care
Abortion
Line-Item Veto
Marriage
Death Penalty
Disagree
Immigration
Stem-Cell Research
Social Security
Energy


Mike Huckabee
Score: 43
Video Agree
Stem-Cell Research
Health Care
Abortion
Social Security
Line-Item Veto
Marriage
Death Penalty
Disagree
Iraq
Immigration
Taxes
Energy


Ron Paul
Score: 38
Agree
Taxes
Stem-Cell Research
Health Care
Abortion
Social Security
Energy
Disagree
Iraq
Immigration
Line-Item Veto
Marriage
Death Penalty


Rudy Giuliani
Score: 35
Agree
Iraq
Taxes
Health Care
Social Security
Death Penalty
Disagree
Immigration
Stem-Cell Research
Abortion
Line-Item Veto
Energy
Marriage


Joe Biden
Score: 21
Agree
Social Security
Line-Item Veto
Death Penalty
Disagree
Iraq
Immigration
Taxes
Stem-Cell Research
Health Care
Abortion
Energy
Marriage


Bill Richardson
Score: 14
Video Agree
Line-Item Veto
Death Penalty
Disagree
Iraq
Immigration
Taxes
Stem-Cell Research
Health Care
Abortion
Social Security
Energy
Marriage


Barack Obama
Score: 7
Video Agree
Death Penalty
Disagree
Iraq
Immigration
Taxes
Stem-Cell Research
Health Care
Abortion
Social Security
Line-Item Veto
Energy
Marriage


John Edwards
Score: 7
Video Agree
Death Penalty
Disagree
Iraq
Immigration
Taxes
Stem-Cell Research
Health Care
Abortion
Social Security
Line-Item Veto
Energy
Marriage


Hillary Clinton
Score: 7
Agree
Death Penalty
Disagree
Iraq
Immigration
Taxes
Stem-Cell Research
Health Care
Abortion
Social Security
Line-Item Veto
Energy
Marriage



And Hilliary is right where she belongs!

More redneck stories

A long time ago I did in plant maintenance in a steel products plant. I repaired machinery and fabricated anything they needed. We were all a little ignorant and a little touchy about things that we understood every one was touchy about.

Name calling was taken very seriously, because we knew the worm on the other end meant it. I know words can't hurt you, but disrespect would lead to some one pushing the envelope until physical encounters ensued. In a lot of cases "bud nippin'", to borrow the words of the honorable Deputy Fife, was the safest approach.

I was checking some things out (that would be the blond) with one of the line repairmen, when the festivities commenced with very little warning. A couple of the, and I use the term to the detriment of the remaining southern women, "ladies" exchanged comments over their shoulders. Something about one of them being a Southern Lady Under Tension, reduced to an acronym. There might have been something about the other, perhaps a racial slur.

At any rate they turned on the instant and commenced to belabor each other with steel chair legs.

Ouch!

The repair guy and I were not amused. He looked at me and asked what should we do? I asked him if he had lost his mind, I had no intention of wandering into a maelstrom of sharp edged chair legs, or worse fingernails. He allowed that discretion was, indeed, the better part of valor, and eventually they would get tired and take a break. I opined that if we got involved, no matter what we did some one would think it was wrong. He agreed fully.

Then it got serious, one of the "ladies", again let me apologise, punched the other in the face and caused her to step back,,,, onto the trip lever of a rivet press! This little machine will smack your butt cheek into the configuration of a pancake while setting a 3/4 inch rivet in it for a conversation piece. At the rate of one per second.

That scared the hell out of me and I was thirty feet away!

Well, it is written, fools rush in! I told the other dude, "grab that one and go north, I'll grab the other and go south, remember to duck! Suiting action to words,I snatched up my victim in one arm and sprinted for open space. She instantly tried to open my head with the chair leg. I caught her hand just before I received the "New" look.

I would have to think of a heck of a war story to excuse that many stitches. Some how "A stupid little heifer beaned me with a chair leg." just doesn't bring up the proper heroic picture!

They cooled off instantly, and got that look that says " I have put the beer money in jeopardy".

We dropped those two like a hot rock and went to the plant manager to tell him what happened, and what we did, the story beat us to his office. Some one accused us of dragging them by the hair, not a bad idea, but ungenteel after all.

They were back at work the next day, best friends.

The story about me and the repair dude lasted longer than the story about the fight!

If there is ever a next time, I think I will wait to see if the rivets jingle when they walk.

Quote from last night.....

The youngest daughter who is about to be married, was drug about town in considerable alcohol induced haze. The Last Girls Night Out, you understand.

At the disgustingly early hour of, shall we say, elevenish in the Am,the Love of My Life calls the intended.

Mom: Where are you?
Daughter: burrrrp El Cerro Grandee burrrrp.
Mom: Breakfast?
Daughter: Burrrrp yep burrrrp.
Mom: Should you be eating that?
Daughter: Burrrrp nope burrrrp.
Mom: Do you have a hangover?
Daughter: Why? Did I call you?

I'm not tell'in

Short Guns I have known 2

There are some people who are so lucky it boggles the mind. My dad was one of those, except for the cancer that killed him anyway.

There are some folks who supplement their income by raffeling or "shooting off" items that a lot of folks might want but can't afford. Like a handgun.

We'll skip right over the caviler disregard for the Gun Control Act of 1968.

These types always have something to sell a ticket for, and the number of tickets are small enough to give tolerable odds. When the tickets are all sold, the stubs are tacked to a circular board, attached to some post or backstop and spun. Some non ticket holder, like anyone could choose a ticket and hit it, will shoot the outer edge of the board. The perforated ticket is the winner. Obviously impossible to cheat and demonstrating in this case that the pistol works.

My Dad won two pistols that way.

The one pictured above is a five shot .38 Special. It has only been fired a few times. Certainly less than a box of rounds. After my Dads death my mother kept the gun in a night stand, like most folks. She rarely even thought about it, according to her. One of my busy body neices decided she could get depressed and "hurt herself with it".

Idiot!

This woman is a graduate of the Eighth Grade, when that ment something! She might do you a severe disservice with a pistol, but she thinks entirely too much of her self to even contemplate self injury. It would, very literally, never cross her mind.

Howsome ever, the busy body unloaded the pistol, and hid the ammo and gun in two different spots.

That didn't last long.

On my next visit she gave the gun to me.

This isn't a pocket pistol, too big and heavy to be that kind of carry. An ankle holster or shoulder holster certainly would render the little boomer hard to see. It has a one inch or so of barrel, so you can be sure the muzzle blast is sufficent to embed unburned powder in any target close enough to hit with a bullet. This is another of those times that you have to sit on your assilant, feel around for a vital area, place the gun carefully between your fingers and then shoot them, it will work fine.

I have a great deal of respect for the effectiveness of a .38, just not in this gun.The three inch sight radius isn't very conducitive to good bullet placement and the short barrel will have the obvious effect on muzzle velocity.

On the positive side, ultra reliable, good for close work, more powerful than the .22 in the same type weapon.

I won't sell this one because it belonged to my biggest hero, and maybe the luck came with it.

If not, so what, it's still cool.