And the wife is twitching and saying "This is wrong on SO MANY LEVELS!"
But that's that makes it fun, right?
I can still remember the Muppet Show. They don't do shows like that anymore, do they?
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Strike out
No deer this year for gun season. The only thing that allows me to keep my hunting sanity is that damn near nobody got a deer. It's been a shitty year all around.
Still.... I'm going out at least one day for muzzle-loader season. We'll see if I can get Bambi's relative then.
Still.... I'm going out at least one day for muzzle-loader season. We'll see if I can get Bambi's relative then.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Hunting
Going out later today to a local hunting area. Gonna try to get Bambi, or at least one of his relatives. Although I've been spectacularly unsuccessful as of yet, so we'll see what happens.
Thanksgiving went well. I ate so damn much that I could barely move. Life was good.
UPDATE: Skunked. Reports from registration stations say that this area of Wisconsin is down about 30% in numbers of deer harvested. Although I heard quite a few gunshots today, so we'll see what happens tomorrow. Getting up early and heading out while it's still dark, so we can try to get those damn deer as soon as the sun comes up.
Thanksgiving went well. I ate so damn much that I could barely move. Life was good.
UPDATE: Skunked. Reports from registration stations say that this area of Wisconsin is down about 30% in numbers of deer harvested. Although I heard quite a few gunshots today, so we'll see what happens tomorrow. Getting up early and heading out while it's still dark, so we can try to get those damn deer as soon as the sun comes up.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Happy Thanksgiving
I know it's a little early, but I'll be damned if I'm going to be online tomorrow. So seeing as how I can't leave you without good tidings, I want each and every one of you to have a Happy Thanksgiving. I hope you spend it with friends, or family, or friends AND family, and if you're the praying sort, pray for our folks in uniform who are thousands of miles away from friends or family making sure that we can sit down and eat our turkey in peace.
As I told my chaplain - Go Home, kiss your wife, kiss your kids, and have a great day tomorrow!
As I told my chaplain - Go Home, kiss your wife, kiss your kids, and have a great day tomorrow!
S.C. No tax on guns for 48 hours after Thanksgiving
The great state of South Carolina is putting its own sick twist on Black Friday with a tax holiday on firearm purchases.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Memo to the military
Barack the Teleprompter Jesus hates you. Congress hates you. The entire Democrat American Communist Party hates you. They want you to fail. They want America destroyed. So next time, instead of collecting HUMINT, just cap the motherfucker and leave the body for the dogs and the crows.
I mean seriously, the fact that this bullshit is even going to trial is reason enough to impeach every last fucking politician who allows it to happen. The more I think about it, the more I truly believe that we need to just bomb D.C. flat and start over.
Was that harsh? Good. I want it to be harsh. The military goes to war on the orders of Congress and is commanded by the President. Those two bodies also have a huge hand in setting the Rules of Engagement for the military, and have a say in what happens after combat has occurred. If the current crop of criminals didn't set the stage for the terrorists to have their victory after they'd already been defeated, then IT WOULD NOT HAPPEN. Period. Obama and the American Communist Party are looking for the defeat of America, not the defeat of the terrorists of various stripes. As such, they're willing to put three Navy SEALs on trial for giving a terrorist fuckwad a bloody lip, instead of giving them a fucking medal for capturing the terrorist tumblefuck in the first place.
That old graffiti is right - America is not at war. Hell, the Democrats can't be at war, they surrendered years ago. War is impossible when you've already given up. Surrender is all they know, it's what they do, it's who they are. Fucking cowardly pieces of shit, every last one of them. The Democrat Party does not deserve the military that protects them.
I mean seriously, the fact that this bullshit is even going to trial is reason enough to impeach every last fucking politician who allows it to happen. The more I think about it, the more I truly believe that we need to just bomb D.C. flat and start over.
Was that harsh? Good. I want it to be harsh. The military goes to war on the orders of Congress and is commanded by the President. Those two bodies also have a huge hand in setting the Rules of Engagement for the military, and have a say in what happens after combat has occurred. If the current crop of criminals didn't set the stage for the terrorists to have their victory after they'd already been defeated, then IT WOULD NOT HAPPEN. Period. Obama and the American Communist Party are looking for the defeat of America, not the defeat of the terrorists of various stripes. As such, they're willing to put three Navy SEALs on trial for giving a terrorist fuckwad a bloody lip, instead of giving them a fucking medal for capturing the terrorist tumblefuck in the first place.
That old graffiti is right - America is not at war. Hell, the Democrats can't be at war, they surrendered years ago. War is impossible when you've already given up. Surrender is all they know, it's what they do, it's who they are. Fucking cowardly pieces of shit, every last one of them. The Democrat Party does not deserve the military that protects them.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Why I don't watch TV
Because when a screeching, annoying nancy-boy bitch is the headliner at the AMAs, TV ain't worth watching.
I mean, c'mon.
Really.
I mean, c'mon.
Really.
Senator Mary Landrieu is a whore
Oh, she's a very high priced whore, but once you get down to haggling over the price it can't change the person. She's a filthy, greedy, disgusting whore, bought and paid for by Harry Reid, and it's America that's going to get fucked.
She's getting $300 million for her vote, but it's not that brainless fucktard Reid's money that bought her off. It's YOUR money, and it's MY money, and it's the money of every taxpayer in America, and Reid used it to purchase a vote so that he could spend even MORE of our money. We're all fucked. Totally fucked, when the parasites in Congress are using our own money to buy votes for a bill we don't want that will drive us even further into bankruptcy.
Ladies and Gentlemen, if either the House bill or the Senate bill passes, we need to march on Washington D.C. to tar and feather ANY worthless fucking criminal who voted "Aye". Period, end of story. And if the Liberal Lord and Messiah signs his fucking name to the bill, then tar and feather him as well. Ride them all out of town on a rail, and show those elitist fucking worms just what happens when you try to become a master instead of a representative.
She's getting $300 million for her vote, but it's not that brainless fucktard Reid's money that bought her off. It's YOUR money, and it's MY money, and it's the money of every taxpayer in America, and Reid used it to purchase a vote so that he could spend even MORE of our money. We're all fucked. Totally fucked, when the parasites in Congress are using our own money to buy votes for a bill we don't want that will drive us even further into bankruptcy.
Ladies and Gentlemen, if either the House bill or the Senate bill passes, we need to march on Washington D.C. to tar and feather ANY worthless fucking criminal who voted "Aye". Period, end of story. And if the Liberal Lord and Messiah signs his fucking name to the bill, then tar and feather him as well. Ride them all out of town on a rail, and show those elitist fucking worms just what happens when you try to become a master instead of a representative.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Saturday, November 21, 2009
I thought I had more time
Saturday, my wife and I cooked a feast for forty people.
Sunday, I left on a TDY mission.
Tuesday, my wife took our good, faithful dog to the vet because she couldn't stop vomiting.
Wednesday, Roxie was put to sleep.
I just got back today. There's so many emotions running around right now that I can't label them all, or even figure out what the hell they are. Roxie had her health issues but both the Ragin' Mrs. and I thought we'd have a few more years with her. She's buried now, underneath a stand of trees at a friend's house. Brave, faithful, loving, protective, joyful....
Pardon me, but I need to go cry like a baby right now.
Sunday, I left on a TDY mission.
Tuesday, my wife took our good, faithful dog to the vet because she couldn't stop vomiting.
Wednesday, Roxie was put to sleep.
I just got back today. There's so many emotions running around right now that I can't label them all, or even figure out what the hell they are. Roxie had her health issues but both the Ragin' Mrs. and I thought we'd have a few more years with her. She's buried now, underneath a stand of trees at a friend's house. Brave, faithful, loving, protective, joyful....
Pardon me, but I need to go cry like a baby right now.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Obama Tells Troops: You Guys Make a Pretty Good Photo-Op
Barack Hussein Obama... doesn't think we should "rush to judgment" when Hasan the Jihadist shot up Fort Hood... won't wear a flag pin... won't salute America's flag... won't say the pledge... apologizes to our enemies... smears our past heroes... can't be bothered on Memorial Day to skip a round of Golf... throws away the advice of the Military he appoints... throws away the lives of our soldiers on a war he wants to lose.
Cross Posted at DANEgerus
The president greeted 1,500 troops at Osan Air Base in South Korea today telling them:Now you know why American military bases are "gun free zones".“You guys make a pretty good photo op.”
Cross Posted at DANEgerus
Sunday, November 15, 2009
It's that time again
I'm off for yet another week of fun. If I don't have internet access*, then you'll see me in a week.
* = if the hotel tries to bend me over and rape me in order for me to have Wi-Fi? I ain't doing it. So I just check my email at the business center, but I don't blog from there.
* = if the hotel tries to bend me over and rape me in order for me to have Wi-Fi? I ain't doing it. So I just check my email at the business center, but I don't blog from there.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
What is "Country"
I only bring this up because I see that Taylor Swift has won a whole host of CMA awards for her "country" music.
Now don't get me wrong, I think that Taylor Swift has buttloads of talent. But from what I've heard of her last album, she's a bubblegum pop artist that some music director is directing at the country music market.
Hell, I think that Miranda Lambert has more "country" in one song that Taylor Swift has in her entire last album. Want proof? Compare and contrast:
Kerosene - Miranda Lambert
You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift
White Liar - Miranda Lambert
Love Story - Taylor Swift
Gunpowder and Lead - Miranda Lambert
Taylor Swift makes me think of high school cheerleaders at some Prep School on the East Coast, playing in the local talent show. Miranda Lambert makes me think of a concert at a honkey-tonk somewhere in Texas.
So what is "country"? I dunno if I can define it, but I'll take Miranda Lambert over Taylor Swift anyday.
This has been your non political post for the day. And now I'm off, because I'll be busy all friggin day.
Now don't get me wrong, I think that Taylor Swift has buttloads of talent. But from what I've heard of her last album, she's a bubblegum pop artist that some music director is directing at the country music market.
Hell, I think that Miranda Lambert has more "country" in one song that Taylor Swift has in her entire last album. Want proof? Compare and contrast:
Kerosene - Miranda Lambert
You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift
White Liar - Miranda Lambert
Love Story - Taylor Swift
Gunpowder and Lead - Miranda Lambert
Taylor Swift makes me think of high school cheerleaders at some Prep School on the East Coast, playing in the local talent show. Miranda Lambert makes me think of a concert at a honkey-tonk somewhere in Texas.
So what is "country"? I dunno if I can define it, but I'll take Miranda Lambert over Taylor Swift anyday.
This has been your non political post for the day. And now I'm off, because I'll be busy all friggin day.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Obama's ploy with Afghanistan
Doing “something” in Afghanistan has no possible benefit for either anarchy or Obama. Anything that is “done” – be it sending in more troops or bringing troops out – only increases order and reduces entropy. Decisions, one way or another, direct management solutions. In Afghanistan as it is in America these days increased and directed management of problems decreases chaos and uncertainty. It is not an accident that all of Obama's domestic agenda involves replacing private sector management with government czars and bureaucracies.
If your inner goal is the destruction of established systems of governance you will seek in increase chaos and uncertainty at every turn. This is exactly what we see in Obama’s personal style of what passes for “governance.” We do not have to intuit this. We need only observe and not deny the evidence of our senses.
Veterans of dysfunctional corporations will recognize the Obama style as the one in which upper management is fond of giving middle management “All the responsibility, none of the authority, and zero resources.” It’s a time-tested recipe for failure and demoralization while maintaining an aloof, "concerned," and above the fray posture on the part of the CEO. It is what is being done to the US military, day in and day out, in Afghanistan and, as such, works to Obama’s favor as long as it can be done slowly and without alarm
Cloward-Piven strategy. Obama isn't actually trying to fix anything, folks. And Obama isn't trying to win in Afghanistan. That whole "War that needs to be won" speech that the teleprompter Jesus gave in the election? Lies, just like every other word that comes out of his mouth. Lies, lies, lies and more fucking lies.
Because Obama doesn't give a shit about the military. To Obama, the military is just another political pawn, and if more US Servicemen die under Obama's watch, so much the better. Obama will dip his hands into their blood and use it to sign yet another freedom-destroying piece of legislation, all the while blathering on about dignity and sacrifice, as if he has any idea what those words mean. The more US Servicemembers who die on Obama's watch is more blood that Obama can use for his own political gain.
This is going to be a long, long couple of years for the military, folks. I expect plenty more people to die because of Obama's choices. And I expect that those deaths will be for Obama's political purposes, not for any military decisions. And I expect that Obama will celebrate them, because that will give him MORE deaths to use in his political war.
The Commander in Chief can't stand the military he commands. And if they die, he's satisfied.
I would love to have someone prove me wrong. But I don't think that anyone can.Thursday, November 12, 2009
Random Thoughts
on custom guns. Phil links to a few folks who know a thing or two about custom guns. Phil has done work on his own guns as well.
As for me? Meh.
Look, I can appreciate a custom gun, trust me on that. But a lot of the desire to build a custom gun is the desire to say "Lookie at what I made!" And I can completely understand that, because I do that with leather and various other things. I think I bored fifty people to death showing off the holster I made for my 1911. "Look! I made it all by myself!"
Special needs also create custom guns. You go to Boomershoot, and I'm willing to bet that most the guns there are either custom or have had a substantial amount of work done on them by their owners. And if you're trying to tag a target at 1000+ meters, you pretty much need a custom gun.
Me? All I want to do is take down deer at 100 yards. And given the woods here in Wisconsin, I'll be doing it at LESS than 100 yards, just because the trees are too thick for you to have a long shot at a deer. I don't need a custom gun for that. Hell, since my Mosin is acting shitty, I'll be doing all my hunting with my muzzle loader, and a .50 cal lead roundball should be perfectly up to the task.
I can appreciate a custom gun. I just don't think I'll be owning one.
As for me? Meh.
Look, I can appreciate a custom gun, trust me on that. But a lot of the desire to build a custom gun is the desire to say "Lookie at what I made!" And I can completely understand that, because I do that with leather and various other things. I think I bored fifty people to death showing off the holster I made for my 1911. "Look! I made it all by myself!"
Special needs also create custom guns. You go to Boomershoot, and I'm willing to bet that most the guns there are either custom or have had a substantial amount of work done on them by their owners. And if you're trying to tag a target at 1000+ meters, you pretty much need a custom gun.
Me? All I want to do is take down deer at 100 yards. And given the woods here in Wisconsin, I'll be doing it at LESS than 100 yards, just because the trees are too thick for you to have a long shot at a deer. I don't need a custom gun for that. Hell, since my Mosin is acting shitty, I'll be doing all my hunting with my muzzle loader, and a .50 cal lead roundball should be perfectly up to the task.
I can appreciate a custom gun. I just don't think I'll be owning one.
Calmer today
It's amazing how much better my mood is when I go for a run in the morning.
Although I still think that beating the ever-living fuck out of a certain person in Missouri would help sooth my nerves.
No, that's not a political rant. In fact, that's a personal note that has nothing to do with anything else than my job.
Although I still think that beating the ever-living fuck out of a certain person in Missouri would help sooth my nerves.
No, that's not a political rant. In fact, that's a personal note that has nothing to do with anything else than my job.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
*&$%#@!
Took a co-worker shooting today. He wasn't fond of the Mosin-Nagant, so I showed him the operation of the muzzle loader, made sure he understood the rules, watched him for a while, and let him have fun. He was enjoying it quite a bit, until he shot the damn ramrod at the target.
Yeah. I heard him fire and it sounded a bit off, but he seemed OK and the gun looked fine. He complained that it had kicked hard. I thought he'd just put more powder in than he had intended. But when I went to fire the gun, the ramrod was missing. After searching for it, we saw the slash in the target board where the ramrod had gone through. Once the range went cold we walked down, and damned if you couldn't see exactly where it had gone, down to the rings on the jag. It was almost cartoonish; the outline of the ramrod in the board.
So the question I have now is this - just how much damage did my gun take from that? I cleaned and inspected the barrel, and it looks fine. The breech plug is fine. But I know that there could be damage that I can't see. What normally happens when you shoot the ramrod out?
Oh, and don't even get my started on the Mosin-Nagant. I couldn't hit the fucking broadside of a barn from the inside. I started out the day with two-inch groups, and by the end of the day I couldn't group at all. I'm not just frustrated, I'm infuriated. I'm about to take that worthless fucking gun and turn it into kindling.
So, I have a muzzle-loader that might be damaged, and I have a rifle that I can't hit anything with. I won't be able to hit the range anytime soon, today was the last chance. Which means I might not get to go hunting. Fuck. Just fuck. Fuck me gently with a chainsaw fuck fuck FUCK DAMMIT FUCK!
And this is just one fucking thing that makes me want to take a fucking axe to the smiling faces of the drones who walk around asking me how my day went. You don't want to know how my fucking day went. I don't even want to know how my worthless fucking wasted day went, I just want to drink myself into a stupor and go to sleep and pretend that this fucking day never happened, but I can't even fucking do that. Fuck. I want to destroy my fucking Mosin, but I'm holding off in the faint hope that there might be some chance of rescuing the gun into something that might resemble an actual functioning half accurate firearm. I'm hoping and praying that my muzzle-loader didn't just fucking die because my co-worker forgot to take the fucking ramrod out. But until I can confirm it, I have a grand total of FUCKING ZERO deer killing firearms. So I might as well just wipe my fucking ass with my hunting permit.
Fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
Yeah. I heard him fire and it sounded a bit off, but he seemed OK and the gun looked fine. He complained that it had kicked hard. I thought he'd just put more powder in than he had intended. But when I went to fire the gun, the ramrod was missing. After searching for it, we saw the slash in the target board where the ramrod had gone through. Once the range went cold we walked down, and damned if you couldn't see exactly where it had gone, down to the rings on the jag. It was almost cartoonish; the outline of the ramrod in the board.
So the question I have now is this - just how much damage did my gun take from that? I cleaned and inspected the barrel, and it looks fine. The breech plug is fine. But I know that there could be damage that I can't see. What normally happens when you shoot the ramrod out?
Oh, and don't even get my started on the Mosin-Nagant. I couldn't hit the fucking broadside of a barn from the inside. I started out the day with two-inch groups, and by the end of the day I couldn't group at all. I'm not just frustrated, I'm infuriated. I'm about to take that worthless fucking gun and turn it into kindling.
So, I have a muzzle-loader that might be damaged, and I have a rifle that I can't hit anything with. I won't be able to hit the range anytime soon, today was the last chance. Which means I might not get to go hunting. Fuck. Just fuck. Fuck me gently with a chainsaw fuck fuck FUCK DAMMIT FUCK!
And this is just one fucking thing that makes me want to take a fucking axe to the smiling faces of the drones who walk around asking me how my day went. You don't want to know how my fucking day went. I don't even want to know how my worthless fucking wasted day went, I just want to drink myself into a stupor and go to sleep and pretend that this fucking day never happened, but I can't even fucking do that. Fuck. I want to destroy my fucking Mosin, but I'm holding off in the faint hope that there might be some chance of rescuing the gun into something that might resemble an actual functioning half accurate firearm. I'm hoping and praying that my muzzle-loader didn't just fucking die because my co-worker forgot to take the fucking ramrod out. But until I can confirm it, I have a grand total of FUCKING ZERO deer killing firearms. So I might as well just wipe my fucking ass with my hunting permit.
Fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
Veteran's Day
Thank a vet, if you know one.
And if you don't know one, go find one. It's not like VA hospitals are in short supply. I'm off to the range to blow holes in paper at long distance. It just seems fitting.
And if you don't know one, go find one. It's not like VA hospitals are in short supply. I'm off to the range to blow holes in paper at long distance. It just seems fitting.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Happy Birthday to the US Marine Corps
As much as I rag on my fellow service members who picked the wrong branch, when it call comes down to it it's the "U.S." on the nametape that counts, not what immediately follows it.
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