Sunday, May 30, 2010

I still miss her!

My one and only love.

There was never before anyone like you,
There will never be another like you.
In a world where everyone shows how wondrous, and unique they are....
By striving to be just like everyone else.
You dared to be different.

Two years ago, I met you.
Now I can't visualize a life without you.

(con't when I can again see the monitor)

Saturday, May 29, 2010

.45 1911 oops kit

I feel like a total idiot.

I was field stripping my Llama .45, with a view to installing a beavertail grip safety.
The damn safety-slide stop spring plunger assembly shot out across the room, whilst I was reassembling the damn thing.

To add insult to injury, the last plunger set in my oops kit must have went into a friends pistol.
Ironically I should have reordered a dozen when I was down to two.

Ironically additionally I can't find mention of an oops kit anywhere on the internet.
Anyone I ever spoke to knows what an oops kit is.

Another argument for a reasonably clean room.....

Thursday, May 27, 2010

let's pretend we're Democrats.

you can help me stuff a ballot box.....

If I do win this, I'll be happy to show it off at Boomershoot!

Monday, May 24, 2010

urgent question

which one of the four gorgeous goddesses had that hilarious picture of the bright yellow AR 15, with the tool battery up the mag well?

Update: It was Brigid!

Here's another Power Tool.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

The Difference Between Nude and Naked

Nude is artistic self-expression. Naked is defenseless. The attempted break-in November 2nd followed by the shootings in Fort Hood, and Lakewood, sort of firmed up my commitment to carry.

I joked to a friend on the other side of the state that I was considering starting a Second Amendment Nudist Club. Open Carry Obviously!

In fact I now am mildly wondering what would comprise a good "Shower Gun". I am thinking the Taurus titanium .38 discreetly tucked into a folded towel.

It does seem that all I have to do to get the doorbell to ring, is hop into the shower.

I was going over the mechanics of a good hollowpoint round when my Dad, someone whom I thought "gets it" asked, "Why you wanna hurt someone?"

Merely "hurting someone" who has the terminal stupidity to do something to get me to point a gun at them to begin with isn't on the agenda. They need to be stopped. If they are smart enough to lie face down with their hands interlaced behind their heads, well and good. If they aren't, well Darwin gets vindicated, and some Democrat is gonna whine about how I violated that assailants right to bust my head open and take my property.

The ideal bullet would not "hurt someone". It would kill them, their immediate family, their best friends, their loved ones, their housepets, and most importantly their Lawyers!

Just remember Class! Every week you're out at the range, you get better at defending yourself, well more accurate anyway.

More importantly every week ten thousand gun owners go to the range, represents one sleeping pill in Josh Sugarmann's pill bottle.

I will ship a Chocolate Chip Cookie to whoever can direct me to his statement where he said he felt like overdosing on pills and booze because of the pro gun gains.....

Cartridge Adapter

This is what got me into the blogging racket to begin with.

I was looking for some adapters to put in a 12 gauge to fire a lesser round.
Now I am the proud possessor of a couple of NEF rifles. One a combo that allows .410 and .45 long colt. And one that fires 45-70. I was looking at an adapter to fire .45 ACP. Being advised that the .458 barrel of the 45-70 might not be so good for the .451 bullet of the ACP round, I decided to save some machining time, and skip that option. But I still think the adapter for the .410/.45LC is a good option. Essentially it will be a solid brass shell, making up the difference between the length of the .45ACP case and the 3" length of the .410. The center will be drilled to have a spring loaded firing pin which would transfer the motion from the firing pin to the primer of the .45 ACP

I have collected several medium large deer with .45 Long Colt. With some of these newer options, I'd like to harvest a couple freezer fillers with the .45ACP cartridge. I'm sure that sinterfire and hydra-shok bullets would bring the challenge back into hunting.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Whatta Tool

This guy...

I mean he stands in front of a banner saying Hate Speech is not Free Speech, and spews out hate for anyone not "La Raza" The race. The Master Race perhaps. I mean he isn't saying anything I haven't heard before. Though it sounds better in the original German....

Seig Heil Pendeho !!!

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Mount Saint Helens

30 years ago yesterday, I was going out to the Air Force Base for the annual Open House.

It was held in conjunction with the Lilac Parade in Spokane.
I was in a little Subaru, that my Dad had bought to get a leg up on those runaway gas prices.
The consensus was that if gas got up to $2.00, there would be an open insurrection.
I miss those people. I wonder where they went.

The accompanying ashfall got into all our electronics. It was a year before I'd take out my favorite vinyl. If a volcanic eruption happened today, with our computers, our cell phones, CFLs, our consumer electronics......

In my current state of grief, I find the horror of this goes right off the scale.

I look back and weep for that sweet, intelligent, and totally clueless 18 year old that I was.

I want to go back in time. I'd find myself and say, "Fuck College John! Go work at a cabinetry, electrical, or auto shop." Yeah! Computers were the next big thing, they were pretty much one way or another, the next big thing over the course of the next three decades. But God help the poor schlub that expected to make money. I'm sure I have some of the same attributes as the founders of amazon, yahoo, or google. I just didn't have the ruthlessness to drive that dream toward reality.

All I wanted out of life was a good job where I could support a wife, and two or three kids.
Imagine my horror when I entered a generation where a Double Income No Kids household couldn't afford a house. Where to keep a job, you are expected to work two hours before, and four hours after your shift for a startup company. Fourteen Hours for an eight hour check. Grudgingly paid.

I play around with computers, blogging, and politics. To hide from the grim reality that I really don't have an existence. I was actually four weeks from starting happily ever after. With the wife and son that I had waited 35 years for.

It was cruelly stolen from me in an accident. People who don't know what they're talking about are acting like she committed suicide. It was just a careless accident like Dorothy Kilgallen.

I am expected to just keep on, in light of the fact that the state has stolen my son. Ten days since I've seen him last. They graciously will allow me two hours a week to reestablish a bond that I have spent the last ten months forging on a hour by hour basis.

I have seen what comes out of the foster care system. For every Gerald Ford, there's ten thousand people who abuse drugs, and each other. My child is in the hands of soulless, uncaring, bureaucrats, and I can't protect him.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

It didn't last long.

GunPal is now GPal. The shining moment of defiance to the ebay / PayPal thugs, now has dimmed to mundane dullness. They renamed themselves GPal in order to not inflame the anti gun crowd. This shall backfire.

keyboard diarrhea

I was reading over on Tam's blog, the tribulations she was having with her micro arsenal of .32 she took to the range today. I have a single .32 in the place. The Eastern European police pistol. Offshoot of the PA63 Makarov 9x18 pistol, which is a double for a Walther PP.

I got it for my Dad, who couldn't pull back the slide. The Tokarev pistols have very easy slides, and I made sure that he knows where I keep all of them. He prefers the 9mm to the 7.65. the Comm Bloc .32 is a blaster.

Ironically, I have massive amounts of .32 .25 etc. Anything that I only have one gun of in that caliber, I have in excess of 1000 rounds for.

Anything I have several of, I am lucky to have 2-300 rounds.

I think if I had to pare back, I'd have a hard time deciding between the faithful Mosin Nagant rifle or my new 45-70 in rifles, And I have a half-dozen well-loved pistols. 9mm or .45 are a half -dozen all by themselves.

Return to Outrageous Manor

Since there isn't much to keep me in scenic Spokane, and my Father would like to spend some time with relatives. I am looking for a new replacement to the erstwhile Outrageous Manor, the Toyota Dolphin which burned on the freeway coming home from OzzFest.

I'm looking at this...
Diesel 36', 16' slideout, I'd kind of like dual rear axles in this, but beggars choosers etc.

Do ya think it looks like the new Outrageous Manor?

First Blood

The story is practically perfect. Vietnam war Vet just going from one place to another, minding his own business, get's razzed by a small-town sheriff.

And because some fictional dickhead cop couldn't contain his criminal urges......

I have had to sit through THREE UNNECESSARY SEQUELS!

If Sheriff Will Teasle -rhymes with weasel- thinks Rambo was going to kill his ass, I want to water board him for about six months first 24/7.

Y'know, sort of to equal the amount of torture I've had to endure since 1982.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Love mean's learning to let go.........

I'm in the process of learning that lesson now. Distant relatives of my beloved, wish to also deprive me of my son. They were never there for her for a single second when she was alive.

I was there, for her and my son. I wish to honor her wishes, and raise our son in a manner she would wish.

They won't let me. They have alleged all sorts of untrue items.

A Child Protective Services court isn't a reasonable doubt court. It doesn't operate on preponderance of evidence. It is a court where whoever lies best wins.

I'd win in the court of public opinion even.

I'm of the glum opinion, I'll have to appeal to the successor of Robert Stack on Unsolved Mysteries a generation or so from now.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Oh God Please Help!

My son has been taken from me by Child Protective Services. The usual excuse "we have to think of the child's safety". Nice! This isn't the first time I've had the presumption of innocence 'til proven guilty violated. This time I intend to file in Federal Court. CPS has deprived me of my son.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Day one without the One

I'm having trouble with the fact that,
slightly more than 48 hours ago,
there was a lovely, lively, sweet, intelligent, girl.
Just short of ten years my junior.
Who loved me like I've never been loved before.
Now she's gone where I can't follow, however much I want to.
I have our son to live for.
I had to attend appointments that I had expected to drive her to. I just usually have to be the strong, supportive, silent type. I had to support the baby, and be strong.

take a knife.
make it jagged and dull.
heat it bright red.
then plunge it into a randomly selected part of the anatomy.

That would feel better than how I expect I'll feel throughout most of May.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Pray for me and my child!

I came over to my girlfriends' house.

She's dead. The baby was wailing.
My baby boy is here with me.
I'm 48, not in the best of health.
But I must keep on.

Loren is going to need me for at least the next 18 years.
I was going to ask her to be my wife.
I wanted to spend the rest of my days with her.
Now I'll spend the rest of my life without her.

Her third son, along with the two in custody of her ex husband, will never get to know his mother.
Indeed, at 8 months old, he'll barely even have known her.

My heart is breaking, It's a different feeling from the chest pains I have been having.

pray for me and Loren in days to come.....