Commie Economy

The FN Five-seveN and a P90 PDW would be so very Stargate. But what I'd spend for one of each and a thousand rounds of 5.7x28mm ammo....

I could equip 10-15 people with Tokarevs, and a carbine that would take the Tokarev's ammo and magazines.

And still have enough R&D budget to try to build my own Stargate.

Kel-Tec Sub 2000 9mm carbine

Anyone who grew up in the 60's and 70's like I did, has to love this beast. Folded it measures 9X18", Open 7x35". It has a total Man From U.N.C.L.E. of Zero M - Secret Agent feel to it.


They do need to make this in 7.62x25 to encourage me to buy 10 more, plus all the rest of that ammo at Cheaper Than Dirt.

Like I need the provocation!!!

This is the Hi Point 9mm carbine. The first one to offer me a pistol carbine in 7.62x25 Tokarev caliber, with the added fillip of accepting either a Tokarev or CZ52 Magazine, will get a whopping order from me.

I'm glad She's OK!

Brigid, one of my favorite Blog People had a spot of bother.

If it can happen to she who carries a Sig Sauer .45 while she works.....
It can happen to anyone.
In fact on November 2nd it happened to me.

I was in the Kitchen that Monday night readying my Insulin Pens.
Too lazy to walk over to the Knife Rack, I took my gerber, that I keep
clipped inside my front pocket to cut open some box seals.
I then left it on the prep table.
As I was putting one set of pens into my kit, there was a knock at the door.
It were ten o'clock, so I braced my foot behind the door. I told myself if it were
the missionaries as this hour, I'd Give 'em Hell!
I opened the door with my foot braced behind it. At night, no one comes in unless
they have a warrant, And firepower.

In the yard was four, count 'em four, guys wearing bandannas over their faces.
I looked the first one in the eyes. "What's going on?" I asked. I was about to add
that Halloween was two days over with, when he screamed something incomprehensible,
and raised what looked like a short baseball bat.

I slammed the door, braced my foot against the bottom, shouldered the door, and
bellowed for the roomie to bring me a gun. I was fairly specific. I wanted my .410
Snake Charmer. She brought me a four foot Mauser. I opened the door swearing
I'd turn a couple of them into mash potatoes. They were running up the block.
Roomie had the cops on the phone. I traded the Mauser for the .410 I wanted, in
case they came back.

Cops actually responded in good time. I left the shotgun on the coffee table, went
to answer the door. One of them took the gun into my room, expressed disapproval
at the size of my gun cabinet. Normally I'd have told him to get his Democrat ass out
of my house, and let me fumigate the place with a couple of good cigars. I also allowed
them to survive the brought it upon yourself platitude that cops wanna use.
If I had my way, a cop would go to jail for saying that. No one asks to be violated.

By the time it were over, I was angrier at the police, than the attempted home invaders.
Even writing about it pisses me off.

After hearing that Brigid also suffered at the hands of the more vigorous of the
something for nothing democrat crowd. As I said at the beginning, if she who
carries a Sig .45 as part of her job can be targeted by those idiots, what chance
does a mere mortal like myself have.

I'm getting trained at Front Sight, Having my dog trained, I am so never getting caught
out like that again...

I'm kinda mad!

Strike that I'm mad enough to kill something. Mister thing was in his cups expressing admmiration for the murderous escapade down in Fort Hood. Reminds me of those welfare cases down at the plasma centre, who thought those 9-11-01 plane hijackers were ooooohh so brave. I was 8 years younger then and I held my murderous anger in check. Though I did suggest that one clueless woman give the burned corpse of a 9-11 hijacker an oral endearment to show her admiration for someone who'd take her, and her 6 welfare brats, and stone them to death.

Not with a 7 lobed leaf either!

I am probably going to do something evil from my hacker past to mr thing.
Ordinarily I'd call Fatherland Security, and report him for what he said.
But in today's political climate......
They'd probably give him an Obama Cabinet Post.

Fashion Fail

Carrying the PA-63 in a Triple "K" holster. It worked around in the seat so the waistband clip worked loose of the holster, sending holster and pistol on a slow journey down the pants. I made it into the men's room and reached down my trousers and rescued the runaway holster. I don't think it's so bad as to stop using the holster yet! When the end comes for this leather, I may just re-design and build my own holster. It will have on the skin side a cover to keep the real estate around the hammer, and rear of he slide from gouging into my hide.

help I'm going nucking futs

I am trying to find a song.
Got a lot of airplay in late 80 early 81.
It contained the word Tripoli.
And the refrain is either....
We were so younger then
or
we were so much younger then...
somebody in webopolis must remember that far back.....

NaNoWriMo Once more into the breech!

Well I got my idea and the damn thing has been echoing in my head for two months now.
I hope I don't choke up when it comes time to put words on paper....

sport plane license

I was thinking of learning to fly.
Because of my health issues, I could only afford a sport plane license.
I was thinking of asking Brigid to train me.
Reasoning that the money should best go to a friend.
Then I realized, based upon my experiences teaching friends to drive.
That we probably wouldn't be friends anymore at the conclusion of my training.

Besides, she probably couldn't find the time....

Flying Car?????

The article mentioned by Matt G. Sparked a memory hidden in my twisted little mind. I applied to Rip Off Press for permission and Voila!

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I was told this had to be said... "The Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers are © by Gilbert Shelton. Used by permission. Buy all the Freak Brothers comix online at www.ripoffpress.com ."

I was going to say it anyway. I was also going to say y'ain't got any business doing drugs, being a hippie, or a freak, unless you read these fine instructional comix.

WANT!

After the '05 New Beetle, I swore off new cars for good.
I mean I'm paying a car payment to VW and an equal one to Farmers Insurance.

Then I saw This!

I want one!

H/T to Matt G.

Where's mine?

RaChester, our new puppy, is a holy terror! While we sleep, he hunts up things to destroy. I have him housebroken to the point where he'll do his business by the back door if I don't let him out. For that reason I don't wish to latch the door to his crate. So we bought him a muzzle for night time wear.

We put it on him, and Ruby came over, checked him out, then looked up at me as if to ask "Where's Mine?" I didn't realize I'd have to bring doggy S&M gear for the entire class.

When he's not wearing it, I keep it high up. I know he has it scheduled as the next thing to chew up once I turn my back.