Sunday, February 22, 2009

(Dude's) Got a SIG!

I dare not say Babe, until I know her reaction to such words. She, Brigid, IS armed after all. Those of us unfortunate enough not to work for our Uncle Sam, -That is a 'gimme' dear, Only Feds carry SIGs. As police writer Patrick Sweeney would say, they're the only ones who can afford to. Don't get me wrong, I love the SIG, or I would if it were a gun I could afford to carry. I just saw a 9mm Tokarev that came out of the factory looking like a sweet thin-frame Detonics. After some clothes mods, I reluctantly set aside my Smith & Wesson 457 .45, and opted for a PA-63. This Makarov era Hungarian copy of the Walther is a blast. The frame is aluminum with 1% titanium. I may even turn my hand to making that kind of alloy for my bolt action 7.62X25 rifles.



My carry, and the soft floppy hoster that Tam totally detests.....

Does anyone KNOW if titanium will dissolve in aluminum? 3700F is kinda hard to achieve with backyard tech.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Why Do I......

I find some people's actions incomprehensible.
They have a similar gulf of understanding with me.
Years ago, when I was a non-smoker, I had the habit of carrying a BIC lighter.
This, as The Oracle of The Matrix would say, Totally Baked the Noodle of a waitress of my acquaintance. She had (has) a totally fascist viewpoint, that since I didn't smoke, I shouldn't be carrying a lighter. I and my Dad, being social coffee drinkers, frequented the establishment-s where she worked. Finally I explained, that I had the right to carry an object, whether she approved or not. Surrendering my lighter to her, would only mean that neither of us would have fire when we wanted it.

Somehow I'm sure she is a Democrat. Just from her favorite utterances......
You can't say that!
I'm sure you shouldn't do that!
There should be a law......

I finally sat down my coffee cup, paid for my coffee, and said.
"Look honey! If you wanna run the world, run for office."
"I am an American God damn it! I will not be Opressed, Repressed, Supressed, or Depressed!"


She was also the kind of person who'd conplain about your smoking! while taking a half-minute drag on her own cigarette.

That is what put Obama in office, and they will never admit to a mistake.

It will be a long 4 years....

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Gun Humor!

Q. What do you call a poster of a girl, wearing nothing but a bikini and an AR-15?

A. OVERDRESSED!!!

oh my!

I think it's time for me to again propose marriage to Roberta X.

She wouldn't even think about it...  She's that smart!

Saturday, February 14, 2009

We need him now!

I used to say this about Sherlock Holmes, Now I think I'll release a new fashion statement Lestrade Jeans. According to one dialog between Holmes and the inspector, "As long as I have my trousers, I have a hip pocket. As long as I have a hip pocket, I keep something in it." My jeans would have the hip pocket sewn in such a manner to properly carry a pistol and a spare magazine.

It wouldn't be concealed carry by any means, but I think the time has come to take off the gloves. In fact it may even be time to carry out Claire Wolfe's advice.....
Is it time yet Claire?

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Holding Out For A Hero!

That 1985 Bonnie Tyler Song pretty much captures my feelings now. I keep holding out hope that I'm going to wake up one morning, and find out the last 25 years were all a bad dream. My youth, strength, stamina, and determination will be at their 1984 levels.

Ronald Reagan was the worst thing that ever happened to our country according to my pot smoking hippie acquaintances. Somehow he got a second term. His VP got a term.

BO got in on sheer iconography. The effin' Democrats got religion, and he's the frakkin' messiah. Like the kids in the Kentucky Fried Chicken commercial. I never saw that coming.


The Republicans should have Bought that song and played it to Death over pics of McCain/Palin. All the gun blogs are showing a vid of Rahm Emmanuel posturing on a stage with a Brady bunting.

We SO NEED a hero!

My next Harley may have to be named Rocinante

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Screaming Democrats

I freely admit I have a carrying voice. I also admit to a raise in volume when I get into a subject.
But!
The next Democrat that accuses me of screaming, when I issue a less than laudatory, worshipful opinion on our dear leader....

I will hold their pencil-neck firmly in my fist.
I will position their face exactly 18 inches from my mouth.
Then I will show them the actuality of me screaming.

Silly Democrats! If your ears aren't ringing, I wasn't screaming.

Screaming is the code word of the Dishonest Democrats. You issue an opinion they don't like, they scream that you were screaming at them, and act all injured.

Next one that says I'm screaming, won't have to act....

I wonder if fish and wildlife would open a season on mindless ObamaBots!

Monday, February 2, 2009

A question for my readers!

All 5 of you!
Hopefully more.
If someone does something that damages you.
Then says,
I didn't MEAN to!
They are expecting some degree of forgiveness.
My stand on the matter is that new, vicious, painful, tortures should be instantly invented on the spot for them.

These people blast through your life, thinking only of what they want, what they think they need. When they discover their actions have you actively thinking of their painful murder, they trot out that trite phrase, with the plaintive accent upon the third word.

Both your hands are chopped off at the wrist.
One was a deliberate action.
The other the person didn't MEAN to!
which hand is more missing?

If there is justice and an after life.
Such people will spend ALL of it, getting viciously hurt on all levels.
By people who "Didn't MEAN to!"....

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Super Bowl Sunday

I swear! Until I was 9 years old, I thought the super bowl was the neighbor's Potato Chip container. It's that time of the year again. Usually I celebrate this event by melting down all the aluminum cans in the house. So I don't have to face an insurmountable task next week. I quit after 50 pounds. The Cajun Cooker was over heating the whole house. From the back garage apron. I think I'll do tomorrow's melt in front of the house in the street. Melt all that hard stuff out of my parking spaces.