Tuesday, September 28, 2010

At the risk of becoming tiresome - too late?

For, -oh about 48 hours after I got it- I have wanted Kel Tec to manufacture their Sub 2000 folding rifle in 7.62X25 tokarev pistol caliber.

I even have offered them their first thousand customers. Their first ten thousand beyond that, they would have to break down and add that option to their web advertising.

They have shown no interest in this.
Fuck 'em, I'll build my own.
the barrel is easy enough, I just have to borrow back my EDM machine and have a go at making a tokarev sized barrel out of a .30 caliber blank, or a kenmore washer shaft.

The pistol grips are another matter. I first contemplated casting them in aluminium. The thought of rebuilding the foundry just for a few -dozen- smegging grip assemblies was more than I could bear.

Can you say pink glock?

Monday, September 27, 2010

If stupidity were a tactical advantage.

She keeps saying she wants to have a reasoned discourse.
But her reason for living is to disarm all of us and have our
dead bodies, along with the corpse of American Freedom
piled upon the grave of her murdered sister.

My friend Lawdog pretty much made a perfect analogy. Not just for the Second Amendment. For the entire Constitution. For America's Soul.

These people are the enemy. As much or more so than the religious monsters from the middle east. They employ the same principles. Lies, vilifications, and claiming the mantle of victimhood for themselves. Every one who falls victim of a firearm death is their sacred martyr.

They willfully refuse to believe that the person, rather than the means, did the murder.

This dim bint insists that guns have killed more people than any other thing in the world.
One BRAND of car has killed more people than all the guns that fought in both sides of everything since WWII.

But she wants what she wants, and she's not going to let the truth stand in her way!

She better hope I get killed in the war she will start. If I win, I will require all Americans to train on guns, and require military service or the equivalent, prior to enfranchised citizenship.

lan astaslem honey!

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Movies for men who like movies!

I and a neighbor were watching "The Green Berets" on his home Theater Screen. We are at the part where the good guys are being attacked by their own forces. George Takei nonchalantly picks up a couple of detanators, and blows up the foxholes containing VC. We use the next commercial to grab drinks and snacks.

Neighbor: What moron would deliberately go into a foxhole with a claymore?

Me: I don't think the characters knew the foxhole was booby trapped.

Neighbor: I mean the actors, who puts their face in front of an explosive device.

Me: You, and I every time we get in a car! They're called Airbags!

Saturday, September 25, 2010

To those who wish to ban guns!

You know that laws only affect the law abiding.

And most of you are the smug type that state loudly,
"It aint illegal if you don't get caught!"

For some reason you don't want anyone you don't agree with to have a gun.

I have been asking myself for forty years now.....

What exactly are you planning to do to me, (us) that you want us disarmed and defenseless?
You're planning to do something so unspeakably evil, and you want us in no condition to defend or retaliate.....

Ode to a Winchester

on the Left most side of my gun cabinet sitting quietly behind more recent acquisitions is a Winchester model 94 in .30-30. Shortly after purchasing it, I replaced the stock and fore end with zytel plastic. I had an identical model before my house burned down in 1989. Between these two rifles, I have fed myself through what Brigid would call 'The year of the ramen noodle". Unlike the other years in the Chinese Zodiac, the year of the ramen noodle pops up variably every 2 to 22 years. If I could put a strong lock box in my pickup cab, I'd carry it constantly. In Lever Actions I have a .357 that belonged to a man who was as influential in setting my life on the decent path as my parents. I also have a Marlin 1895 in .45-70 that has impressed some large bears. This rifle in .30-30, 30 caliber, 30 grains black powder, is for some reason the rifle I chose for day to day use. If I'm out in the woods, going after anything bigger than hare, it is on my shoulder by the improvised sling I made for it 20 years ago.

I and my rifle in the woods, there is no finer thing.

Monday, September 20, 2010

blog notes from the edge of sanity!

for a couple of months now, I have been using my old phone as an alarm device. I could have used one of the couple hundred MP3 selections, But I find that music just insinuates into my dream, and I don't wake up.

When selecting the alarm function, and setting the time, I noted that the 'beep' seemed to come from somewhere else in the room. I dismissed this as a hearing anomaly, though my actual carry phone didn't do this.

Today sitting on the side of my bed, I went through the menus for the alarm function. The beep was right in front of me. A Plantronics ear piece that I had set so I could listen to the mp3s without disturbing the house. Dad might prefer Judas Priest or Armored Saint to Dope or Cee Lo Green. Given the choice he'd rather not go for a couple hours enduring half their body of work.

The ear piece was beeping.

I'm not as nuts as I thought I was....

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Thank God for Anne Rice!

And the fact she wrapped up her vampire series ten years back.

I was monitoring an art show. This consists of dispatching large boys with black shirts with the word SECURITY down the front right side.
The leader of these rent a cops, has a close resemblance to WWE Wrestler Randy Orton. I have seen this young lad chill out a domestic violence situation with aplomb and diplomacy that would do credit to an Irish Politician.

Plus the icy stare that would chill out the most determined aggressor.

The only time he trotted out that expression was when someone interrupted our conversation. It was trivial at best, we were discussing whether if Vampires were real, if the military would use their talents as weapons. It was a conversation that usually comes up after drinking is done at a SF Convention. We were riffing on a Lestat conversation where David was telling him to be careful, lest some scientific cabal capture him and subject him to various tests. Lestat thought that would be fun. We spitballed various scenarios. 10,000 Army Vampires depleting Mecca, para-dropping coffins in Afghanistan.

At this point some 40 year old member of Team Edward came over to sing his praises. My hero gave him the trade marked icy look, "Edward SUCKS". If he actually HAD been Randy Orton, I'm almost sure I'd have seen a textbook RKO. I couldn't resist, "Of course Edward Sucks, He's a vampire after all!" I gave the overaged child a glare. "You really shouldn't interrupt your betters when they're chatting about Anne Rice Literature." He started to say something, his mouth opened 3 or 4 times. He then stalked off. My conversation partner looked at me, "Are we in trouble?" "Nah, he's been a professional student for 25 years. He makes a fuss, the college looks at his records, and kicks him to the curb. He was a big Anne Rice fan 18 years ago. He was a commie, he was a hardcore Republican, whatever would get him laid." Dude looked over at the interrupter. "He needs to get out and meet women near his age." "These events, are the closest thing he has to a social life." "He accomplished his purpose" I nodded over to the Emo girl talking to him. "I hope you weren't thinking of asking her out. He's depicting you as the evilest bully. And I'm not getting flattered by him. He's manipulating her emo sensitivities for all he's worth." Dude grabbed a bottle of water off a tray, "More power to the little bastard!" he said, downing the 16 ounces at once. I gave him an interrogating eyebrow. "I was just like him in high-school. If it weren't for two PE classes a day, and 24 hour fitness, I might be just like him still." I let my friend keep the floor. "Sometimes I hate the fact that I had to concentrate on physical fitness to the exclusion of anything else. Sure, I can walk into any bouncer job downtown, and the girls are so damn shallow." "Well we were just tossing around vampire scenarios." He walked over to the nebbish and the emo girl, spoke to the guy for a few seconds, gently squeezed his shoulder, and sauntered back to the desk where we kept vigil over the overpriced examples of indifferent art instruction. "I apologized to him! made him some stature points with her."

Friday, September 17, 2010

the easiest sewing project

Take those legs you cut off to make a pair of cut-off jeans.

Turn them inside out.

Sew the cut-off end shut with a double -in my case triple- seam.

Turn it back right side out!

You now have a purse, a tool roll, a medium-small extremely durable bag. I have a few for 'Possibles Bags' I used when I was a 'Post Modern Mountain Man!'

Pics to follow when the head gets unstuffed.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

advice continued

A friend published advice to a bi/gay young man on his blog.

I just had an opportunity to defuse a not-so-domestic violence situation.

To the young man; You do NOT have the right to attack, and attempt murder upon the person of your former lover simply because SHE wasn't who and what you expected 'her' to be. On the bright side, you are now justified in using the "Crocodile Dundee Gender Test" on your next dozen dates. Gently!

To the young 'lady'; To swipe a phrase from Dr Phil, What the F**K were you thinking? To be playing with a guys amatory emotions like that. While I can't condone violent murder, Cos you turned out to be a GUY, I CAN understand the impulse. The fact that he was wanting some 'pussy' was totally apparent to you, and you knew that he would be angry when it turned out you didn't have one.

Myself, I would have sued you under the truth in advertising laws.
You both better be glad this didn't make the Mainstream news.

first cold

somebodies gonna die!

just as soon as I figure out who gave me this cold.
and as soon as I get healthy enough to do the murder in question.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

ten years after!

Mon, 20 Jul 1998 12:11:23 -0500 (CDT)

This message was given to us by a programmer who recently quit a major
Y2K compliance project for the government. He wishes to remain
anonymous. - J.J.
Terms of Surrender
ATTENTION Federal Government (and others as well):
Well, well... After months of us being called names from "chicken
little" to "doomsday alarmists," William Jefferson Clinton has finally
addressed the Y2K problem and the potential damage that could occur on
or before New Year's Day, 2000. This means that you (the government)
have finally admitted your weakness - your Achilles heel. With that
in mind, we think now is the time for all of us to sit down and have
a little chat.
Computer experts have stated that virtually every programmer available
is in use today, and you still need 500,000 to 750,000 programmers to
repair the problems - just here in the US. Since many of these
computers use old languages (FORTRAN, COBOL, BASIC, etc.), you are
under the impression that the original programmers are long gone. It
is this false impression you have that enables us to offer you the
Terms of your Surrender to the American public. But remember, this
olive branch we offer - this agreement, will be pulled off the table
on December 31, 1998. It's your choice. First, a little background:
You figured that since those old mainframes that were built in the
50s, 60s, and 70s they were programmed by people who have long since
retired. At least that's what you said publicly. But the fact is,
many of those same mainframes were upgraded since then. Remember the
Reagan Revolution? Yes, all the young corporate raiders - the ones
that re-tooled the military, and helped build all those modern
skyscrapers. Didn't they also program (and re-program) many of those
machines for an ever expanding government? Where are they?
Admit it. Most of the folks who programmed those mainframes in the
past have not retired, died, or disappeared. Just use the math. Most
of those old mainframe programmers can't be more than 55 today. But
where are they? Who are they?
They are the people who served you breakfast in that greasy spoon
on your way to work this morning. The guy who shined your shoes. That
janitor you saw the other day. That old cab driver who took you to
the airport. The middle aged woman behind the ticket counter. The
guy pumping gas at that rural truck stop. The truck driver himself.
Maybe that right-wing talk show host. Some are in jail for crimes
without victims - crimes against you, the government. The people
you called names for daring to speak out against government
atrocities. The people that have been talking about this potential
problem for almost 20 years. The people who get on the internet and
write letters like this.
By now, a light bulb has probably gone off in your head. "Have we been
set up?", "Hoodwinked?" The answer is, no. You haven't. Yes, we remember
those old languages. Some of us even have the source books. You see,
you made us sit there and "vegetate" in front of that old key-punch
machine or keyboard, and then took all the credit for the new
innovations, while taxing us into involuntary servitude. So, we found
better things to do with our lives. We dropped out. Of course, we
realize now that the future of the world economy and government as we
know it is in peril. You're probably wondering why haven't we told
you this earlier and come to the rescue?
ANSWER: We don't want to.
If crashing the entire world economy is what it takes to bring down
agencies like the IRS, FBI, FEMA, and the EPA then so be it. We know
we can never really beat you by force. You think we don't know that
helping you solve your computer problem would only place heavier
yokes on us down the road? Didn't you consider that went you hired
those "geeks" to fix your problems? Nope. You were so desperate to
fix the problem, you never bother to ask the person, "Say, how do
you feel about big government, anyway? How do your parents feel
about it?" You figured throwing money (our money) at the problem
would be the cure. The only guarantee you have that your Y2K bug
is cured is "our word on it." Now, you're in a panic mode. You're
probably thinking, "Gee, what if one (or more) of those Y2K computer
repair people are really..."
Don't say it. We know what you're thinking. And besides, it's too
Don't even try and blame us for it. There's no conspiracy here.
Nobody "formed an agreement" to screw up your systems. In fact many
of us tried to tell you. But we were written off as alarmists. Smarty
pants. Making excuses for not doing our jobs. You pushed us. All you
wanted was results. Meet the deadline. Meet the deadline. Save
memory space. Worry about the other problems later. By then there
would be some other suckers to enslave. Sorry, but we're all slaved
You're hoping (and looking) for a "silver bullet." Well, there is a
silver bullet. In fact, we ARE the silver bullet. We know the systems.
We know the codes. And with a little time, we can fix the problem.
But in order to gain our assistance, you must first meet the
following terms:
- ---------------------------------------------------
We want the 16th amendment, and all laws passed thereto, repealed.
This means ALL of Title 26 of the US code. That will include all
those stupid tax and gun laws.
We want a constitutional amendment passed removing the phrases,
"regulate interstate commerce," and "promote the general welfare"
removed from the constitution. You've perverted their true meaning
for far too long.
Repeal the 17th amendment. We want our states to have the ability
to recall treasonous Senators whenever we see fit.
All agencies will be tested for its justifiable existence under the
9th and 10 amendments. It not, all employees of said agency must be
terminated from employment - without compensation. Don't worry,
they'll find other jobs. They can grow the food you've told farmers
not to grow. They can make the natural medicine that the FDA has
regulated out of existence. They can manufacture the products you've
farmed off to third world countries. There will be plenty of work
available. It's called a "free market."
Give up the land holdings. NOW. No more harassing farmers for
grazing rights. No more wetlands grabbing. Scrap all the
"biodiversity" regions. No more kicking people off "public" land.
If you need land for the military, fine. But that's about it.
Anything else goes private. Period.
We want you out of our paychecks, out of our churches, out of our
medicine cabinets, out of our homes, out of the U.N. and of course -
OFF the internet!
Every potential juror in every court must be told they have the
right to not only judge the facts, but the law itself - no matter
what the judge says. They will NOT be held in contempt for making a
All political prisoners (US citizens charged with crimes against
government -- IRS, drug, gun, etc.) are to receive amnesty. That's
about 75% of the federal inmate population.
All federal employees, agents, and officers who have committed
violent crimes against U.S. citizens, who have committed High
Treason, shall be tried according to the law - in state courts.
Or fix these problems yourself.
We know this is a tall order, and you probably won't agree to any of
it. In fact, you'll probably never admit that you even read this. But
we know you are monitoring our communications. So here's some little
secrets that will help motivate your decision.
Read the news stories about programmers who have quit and are moving
to the hills? And all those naval officers who are quitting? And all
of those pilots? And all of those doctors?
They are among the thousands (probably millions) joining us in our
rural retreats. We've got the bibles, the beans, the bandages, the
bullets -- and the brains. And you can't have them. I'm sure your
federal snitches have given you numerous reports of people who simply
won't file their tax returns next year. They're probably doing the
same thing. Why bother? You'll have no way of counting it, anyway.
Good luck trying to spend billions to fix the Y2K problem with only
millions (or thousands) to pay for it. Nobody told us to do it. We've
made up our own minds. We would rather starve than take your national
ID cards. We would rather die than take a mark on our forehead or
hands. The tobacco companies won't bail you out. The firearms
manufacturers won't bail you out. The Chinese won't bail you out.
And don't be surprised to see people closing out all those IRAs,
401k's and mutual fund accounts by the middle of next year. We'll
need the cash for those last few bits of survival gear. Next year,
you will be on your own.
Don't bother having CNN and the AP lie to us and say that you've
fixed the problem. We won't believe it. We know the programmers. We
are the programmers. We are the silver bullet. And we have absolutely
no desire to repair the problem no matter how many federal reserve
notes you print out. We will watch from afar - from a safe distance.
We will survive. We will say a prayer for you, and the poor slobs
who supported you, as they lose what little grip they have on
civilized life. You will reap what you have sewn. Economics chaos,
food shortages, disease, death and destruction will take over the
cities. You will be powerless to stop it. And we will not fire a
shot to make it happen. Some cities will indeed end in flames -
flames that will light a path to our posterity's freedom. Ugly
scenario, isn't it?
Surrender now. None of us will be entertained by watching you wither
up and die. What a sobering way to ring in the next millennium. But it
won't be our problem. It's is not our duty to help you. We'll have
the unfortunate duty of properly disposing of your rotting corpses.
Agree to our terms, and some of us - a few of us, may agree to help
you in return.
So, think about it. Also think about what happened recently in
Russia, Japan, Indonesia, Pakistan, North Korea, and other countries
now undergoing economic and societal meltdown. Go ask them how well
their computers worked to help save them. Remember who sold them to
them (I'm sure they do). And take a look at history: No great nation
has ever fallen from a force of arms, but from an unwillingless of
its citizenry to support it.
If you would like more insight on this phenomenon, read Atlas
Shrugged, by Ayn Rand. It was written in the 40's. It has sold
more copies than anything but the Bible (including your little Red
Book) and it's still available in major book stores everywhere. For
those of you who can't read (i.e. recent public school graduates),
you can find it on audiocassette.
There will be no IMF around when it happens nor will there be any
taxpayers left to foot the bill. Think about these terms, and make
a decision. But remember, the clock is ticking (no pun intended).
We'll be watching C-SPAN, awaiting your decision,
John Q. Public - We are everywhere.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010


Despite an elderly tendency to call the nice young-uns "Dear" regardless of their gender...

Despite a big get along guy nature...
Despite a disinclination to hound the gay community for their ways which aren't my ways....

I call my self "Straight but not Narrow".

If books weren't burned...

...you might have to live in a house built out of harlequin romances.

I knew a guy who paid his rent that way. Actually in the days of the PC XT computer, he made a program that would randomly tie together the elements common in most romance novels, and spew out 200 pages worth of the dreck. He'd read it through for continuity, then send it off for editing. After about a year he'd send in the weekly double-spaced manuscript, and they'd just cut him a check. You could say he now lives in a house that was partially built from Harlequin Romances. Pick a double dozen of the most ridiculous feminine pseudonyms. Chances are, a dozen of those belong to a computer program ultimately dubbed "The Literary Sybian".

It's kind of ironic that I knew two people who's lives were so intimately touched by the Harlequin Publishers.....

On book burning!

got a handy lot of opinions and a couple of them need to stand nearby and show their snaggle teeth.

I knew a guy who burned at least a book a day for over 30 years, true they were harlequin romances, and I myself thought they aroused more bodice-ripping passion as kindling than literature. He'd bring a truck load of firewood or farm goods into town, and take a truckload of throw away books home with him.

I did sort of enjoy the ham and eggs cooked on the stove fueled by a Fabio fronted literary frolic.

Disappointingly, used book stores are on their way out, and he manages half a truck full from thrift stores and the like now. though he'll take any paper from the SEIU. He regards burning their literature as genuinely holy work.

the stores know what he's doing, and the paperback distributors manage to fill his truck a couple times once a month. He'll let me read all I want, but I can't take a book home that is w/o front cover.

This guy actually could get paid to burn books, if he played the situation properly.

so don't be horrified mr. and mrs. internet, books are being burned all the time. the millions of James Blish numbered adaptations of Star Trek episodes that are out there, my guy has probably burned 100,000 or so of them that he knows of.

this here guy

Is in the dictionary next to the phrase "One stupid MO-FO!"

Sunday, September 12, 2010

need a break from politics!

Commander Cody & the Lost Planet Airmen!

Okay, I'm back! I miss Ronald Reagan!

9-11 post

I guess I should tell you of my 9-11 story.

I fell in love with a girl/woman 10 years senior to me.
As Terry Jacks would sing, We had Joy, we had Fun, we had Seasons in the Sun.
She left Spokane, to pursue her career at the national level.

She wrote me a few times, to tell me that she had a big nasty office in the Trade Center Towers. I wrote her polite, correct letters, saying essentially what I had said when she left Spokane. I love her, but New York would destroy me. Sometimes Spokane is way too big for me. I would not stand in the way of her aspirations.

Then that day happened. I knew she would have been at work that day. I found a private spot and cried for a week. Then I made contact with the Red Cross, and they put me in touch with the organizations that tracked down the victims. I said I'd do anything regarding arrangements, but if she had emergency contacts in the city, I didn't want to edge them out.

Almost a full year elapsed. In August of 2002, I received a phone call, "John! This is Liz!" I dropped the phone. Getting a call from someone you think is dead will do that to you.

It turned out that seven months prior she had resigned her job, and moved out of the city and to the rural up-state to alleviate the stress. She had a job as caregiver, and caretaker on a small farm for an elderly couple. The kind of job I always enjoyed doing. For a month after that day, she was a basket case, and the only thing that had saved her was the daily chores.

She was writing a list of all the people she had lost in the tragedy. Co workers, elevator co habitants, a woman she had lunch with, security guards...

For some reason she had wrote my name in the unlined area on top of the paper. Her phone rang. It was the organization finding victims, and survivors. It had taken them the better part of ten months to find her. She called immediately.

I have a recurring fantasy. She and I went out to a farmer's back pasture shooting once. I have actually dreamed that she and I are there again. Only this is her place she owns now in Upper NY State. She and I are taking turns shooting pistols...

Into the dying body of Osama Bin Laden.
I'm sure that someone can tell me why this dream is wrong.
Really I don't care.

I guess I should call her and bring her up to date.
It's been almost six months.
I was an exasperated lover, fighting with my fiancé at that time.
I miss that guy, he didn't know how good he had it!
And I can't see the screen again.

Friday, September 10, 2010

voodoo doll

I commented about this on Breda's site.

then found...

I knew it was too good to be original!
The doll carries more dignity than the actual.
Needless to Say! I want one!

go - read - enlighten ur-self


Shut up Brad!

There's a marvelous blog, In Jennifer's Head. Apparently Brad Pitt, the celebrity, said that BP's handling of the gulf oil spill made him re-think his views of the death penalty. I have a problem with that statement, It implies that he actually thought on the matter to begin with. Rather than follow the liberal party line.

Regardless of the putative existence of thought in the Pitt cerebellum, his utterances provoked the delightful Jennifer to tell him that his opinion mattered less to her than it did to Angelina Jolie, and he could "Shut up and Dance Monkey"..

somebody likened it to asking Ted Nugent to "Shut up and sing", an admonishment given to The Dixie Chicks when they expressed shame at being from Dubya's home state.

Telling Ted Nugent to shut up is the Webster Definition for 'Exercise in Futility'. Besides "Shut up and sing" would have him, and I doubled over in laughter. Really! It's the equivalent of "Sun so hot, I froze to death!"

Tell a celebrity to STFU today!
It's the modern "Remember! Thou Art Mortal!"

Just don't be surprised if they cop Mel Brooks' History of the world and tell you, "Blow it out your ass!".

I believe the first amendment allows them to say that too!

Thursday, September 9, 2010

The Rev-er-end Terry Jones

This is the guy who plans to burn Qurans on Sep 11.

If he has the right to Burn One for his religion, I want to practice MY religion freely. It involves virgin sacrifices. 72 every quarter! I thought I'd start with Arianna Huffington!

Although in her case, I'd want to wear a Full Body Condom!
Well? How did you THINK I was going to sacrifice a virgin?

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

I Want One!

my new love!

this guy is great!

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Monday, September 6, 2010

religious assholes!

Personally I got a bunch of religious texts that are kinda ratty.
in fact I keep a half dozen Jack Chick texts in my car's glove box,
expressly for the purpose of starting fires. they make a good third stage.
match, alcohol swab, Chick Tract, Popsicle stick, busted up bits of pallets.

But I offer an old T-Shirt Hell offering in my effort to spread hate and dissent.
Dude's church has 50 members, I'd like to think I got that many readers.
AX-shuly, I think they Should be allowed to burn all the books they can afford to. If they're buying Qurans to burn, they are NOT buying bullets to whack local Arab business owners.

Thanks Tam

I think this isn't the first time the lovely -and deadly- Ms. Tam has both forewarned, and forearmed me. She noted the router collapsed at Roseholme Cottage. I noted a surfeit of routers at several thrift type stores. I trolled several such places and offered a dollar apiece for routers with power supply and 50 cents for ones without the wall wart. I have a couple dozen powered routers, and a disgusting lot of routers lacking the power supply. I ran around town in my bacon grease powered Jetta, and scored a shit-ton of routers, and various other tools. I don't think I spent $20.00. Plus I got three people SRSLY interested in making their own Bio-Diesel. I'd have had seven more, but they didn't think they could buy a TDI VW, build a Bio Diesel reactor, and recover their money in five years or less.

I took three routers, identical to mine, programmed them so they were identical, and have them in a drawer handy. Now I have a UPS set up to switch over to battery power if the power goes off. If the power goes off, there won't be any access to the internet.

Maybe Dial-up. I'll have to investigate who has UPS backed up internet access.

well you know what I want for christmas!

    A pistol caliber carbine in 7.62X25 tokarev. -Have to make myself!

    A LeMat Pistol that takes modern rounds, 44 or 45, and 20 gauge. -Make it my own damn self.

in an endeavor to alter my world view...


THIS will be my next summer's
Well a house made very similar

International Bacon Day sunday, sept 5th, 2010

I missed out!
Roomie was going to cook some yesterday, but we punked out and had some burgers. With today, labor day, being show off the ride day, I have a decrepit 82 VW Jetta, yes I AM a Jetta Knight, Diesel burning. I plan to run it around today on Bacon Grease from the restaurants. Not Bacon Biodiesel, but the straight grease, heavily filtered.

My car eats more bacon, -grease- than I do.

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Give Blood

I just listened to the Pete Townshend song Give Blood on YouTube. I used to tell aspiring social workers to listen to that song, because that's how they'd feel after about 4 to six months. Combined with my cousin relating how his dog died because her puppies suckled her to death, -why didn't the dumb bastard put them in a rearing pen where mommy could leave when she needed to.- I just have a very bleak attitude regarding my fellow humanity today.

I said it first when I was 18, and a flower child suggested it was my destiny to serve. "Ol' Abraham done freed us slaves honeh!
If I want to service humanity, I'll tear it's clothes off, fling it on the bed, and things will go down hill from there."

As if anyone is reading.....

Friday, September 3, 2010

Fu*kin' Uppity Q

At one point where I was younger and hot to make a buck, I used to make specialty tools aimed at the LEO market. Not class 3 guns, or any of the cool toys seen on Bond or Miami Vice. I just noticed the toys seen in galls catalog, even with the LE discount are pricey as Shit! A Ram is after all, 2 to 3 feet of 4 inch sewer pipe, with -ideally padded- handles, filled with concrete. If I make one it's about half the price of the beastie in the catalog. If I make 10, it's about 20 to 25 percent. If I make 100, the departments in three states have that much more for ammo, radios, cars, stuff I don't supply.

One rule, no non-employees in the manufacturing area. If any brass wants to inspect, I require a call-ahead, as I work with molten metals. The roomie caused me to lose 75% of my Law Enforcement related business. I don't have the muscle to build these toys anymore, and you can not command a workers' respect as a boss in this endeavor if you can not do the job yourself.

It's a pity, because I have some designs that I would love to try out. How about a cast poly resin concrete ram that is simply poured into a plastic tube. the tube would be removed and there would be simply the metal handles and maybe the front of the ram as metal.

My first entry ram was four tall stew cans brazed together and filled with ready-mix concrete, the strike plate was circular one inch steel. At late 80's labor it was probably all of 50 dollars to manufacture. My catalog was destroyed in a fire in 1989. After that for about 15 years, people would just call me and ask for an item, and I'd make it, broker it, or refer it as my and their economies dictated. I did make one sale to a Federal Agency, it had to be brokered through a manufacturer that complied with ISO 9001 and roHs guidelines. As a private contractor I had no such compliance responsibilities.

When you have to comply with two dozen agencies rules and requirements to sell what is essentially a hammer, you can see where the $12,000 hammer stories come from.

My favorite device was a $500 battering ram needed within four days. I built the handles from 1 inch thick wall steel tubing, foam wrapped, heat shrink covered. It was 3 1/2 feet long the striking end was TWO one inch steel plates and it held 55 pounds of concrete.

I named it Simon, and labeled it as such.
Why Simon?
When 'Simon Says' Open the F**kin' Door,
One way or another, It opens.

The outward swinging doors I advocate removing hinge pins, sticking huge 18" window Suction cups to, and pulling them open with a truck.

Is there any wonder that the cops used to call me, JOHNNY MAYHEM!

Affectionately of course

I slapped the hands of a couple of sergeants who couldn't resist touching the shiny black toys. They referred to me as 'F**kin' Uppity Q'.
I was flattered!

Now listen up 007!

Thursday, September 2, 2010

lock yer guns up for chuckie! - NOT!

I keep mine on a rack above the inside closet door. I did keep a nef .410/.45LC in a jardinière by the front door but this was figured to be too accessible. Now I have it propped above the front door. people have come in, stayed for a bit, upon leaving, damn near had a heart attack at they noticed the 'friend' above the door. I just train members of my household to respect loaded weapons. Locks are for suckers. "Oh excuse me Mr. Home Invader, can you wait a minute while I unlock my gun, I'll be right with you."

Or that lovely Richard Mack on future weapons showing off the .50 Beowulf. As the baddies are hosing his car with ak-47s, he takes the upper off his ar-15, and puts the Beowulf upper on.

Oh, excuse me Mr Bad Guy, can you wait two minutes while I rummage around in my golf bag for just the right upper to shoot you with? Do you wish to be shot with a .223, maybe a new trendy 6.5 Grendel, or a 6.8 SPC? Since you're close I could probably do you a .45ACP or 9mm.

Of course I got some short barreled uppers, meant for military M4s. If you promise not to rat me out to the ATF, I could probably shoot you with one of those. I'm still waiting for a pistol lower.

Like I said, anyone fool enough to bust into my house, might get shot by anything. If they're lucky, they can get away while I'm deciding which gun to shoot them with.

roomie's back!

thought she'd gone for good. Should have known better.

Daughter and boyfriend ripped her off pretty bad.
Down there in California. Despite my distaste for anything to
do with the peoples repubic of californication, I hadda cheer her up.

Picture a 48 year old 300+pound man doing percussionaut rifle drills
with his new AR-15 singing "Do you know the way to San Jose?"....

You Tube video is NOT available.

I Like Ronald Reagan Nyah Nyah!

But he sure scared the fuck outa me while he was president.

It took Rob -The Scream- Halford, and the Double-Action guitars-man-ship of Tipton and Downing together with Ian Hill, and Dave Holland forming the group Judas Priest. Named by my Dad, "Judas Priest! I wouldn't like to see those guys in a dark alley."

It took the head-banging virtuosity of those guys to save me from my fear, The fear that my life, and the lives of all I knew, and loved, was in the hands of a poker player of unknown skill.

One slip on either side, and slightly more than 1/2 a billion people would be dead, and the face of the earth forever scarred.

Well we survived that era thanks to the resolute gamesmanship of Reagan and his advisers. He ran the ultimate scam, called "SDI or Star Wars" on the forces of the east. They spent themselves into bankruptcy, trying to 'Keep up with the Joneses'.

Now we face the foe that has threatened us since our sacred republic began. The self appointed elite. People who are convinced that the only reason that communism failed, is that they weren't running it! the people who are so afraid that the rest of the world will see them for the evil filth that they are, that they have to eviscerate their own country to try and make friends with their fellow evil scum. Not realizing that said scum will regard them as competition, or weak reflections of themselves needing to be euthenised.

To approach the topic obliquely. there is a new song that is just knocking the socks off all the right minded (those who share my view).

In a total epiphany, I realised this is a parable for our political situation.

The 'Girl I Love' is the Constitution, and all the other things which make America great, and Barry O is the slick talking weasel driving off with her/it. Making promises of wealth he can't deliver on.

Of course, it could be a delightful earworm, and I just might be crazier than shit!