Sunday, July 26, 2015

All I Can Say to Anti-Gun Liberals is...Yeah, Right.

Anti-Gun Liberals can be an incredibly unreasonable and downright silly group of people.  The constant nattering of mindless drivel that falls from their foaming mouths - couched as a reasonable argument or common sense - is, most times, mind-numbingly emotional, churlish and petulant.

After the recent shooting at a South Carolina church that killed nine while purposely leaving one survivor as a witness, Drxxx had this to say...

If you force the surrender of all weapons before entering [the church], then you've essentially disarmed any would-be killers. 

So, Drxxx, as people come into the church and you pat each of them down, the nutcase with a gun will just meekly stand in line?  And when you arrive at the would-be psychopath killer, your telling me you believe he is just going to slump his shoulders and hand over his gun in defeat?  Just like that?

Yeah, right. 

One person had this response to a suggestion that Marines be allowed to carry a sidearm after the shootings in Chattanooga...

Sharon xxx
They were shot thru the glass on the front of the building, with an AK47. Built to kill weapon... Please explain to the world, how a 9mm, would have fared [if the Marines had returned fire through the glass with standard issue sidearms]. Especially since they did not even see it coming.. How many shots can AK47, fire in 10 seconds??? [the same amount as any run-of-the-mill semi-auto handgun] Bulletproof glass is a much better answer.

So, Sharron xxx, Marines are sitting at their desks, talking to other people, on the phones, drinking coffee, going about their workday.

Outside a maniac with a diseased mind makes his way across the parking lot, his brain foggy with its own mindless yammering, his pulse pounding in anticipation of this personal Great Thing he intends to do.

He walks up to the doors and without warning, open fires - Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! - and in a heartbeat, he realizes he's trying to shoot through bulletproof glass!  So, instead of reaching out, opening the doors, walking in and continuing his onslaught, you believe he would hang his head, turn slowly and walk away in defeat.

Yeah, right.

After the Aurora theater shooting, Tom had this thought...

Anyone saying "if only someone was packing and had shot the guy" needs to realize that it'd be next to impossible for even a trained person to do that in a dark theater with a loud movie running, one that's full of tear gas and panicking people, with an assailant who's dressed in black and wearing body armor.  Odds are they'd have easily hit some more bystanders instead, increasing the already horrific body count.

So, Tom, you and the Wife stroll on down to the local theater to catch the latest action flick.  The movie is intense, interesting and is pleasantly holding your attention.  About halfway through the movie, some loud shots go off, startling you - is it part of the movie?  Then smoke, more loud bangs, people screaming.. what the hell?  Others are running for the exits and before you completely comprehend the situation, the theater is in utter chaos.

About four rows in front of you stands a man in black, shooting slowly, with lethal intent, the surrounding tumult a stark contrast to his matter-of-fact, slow and steady approach to mass murder.  You see people trying to escape, running, falling, some shot, some scrambling for safety, frantically climbing over others, bounding over rows of seats or crawling low across the concrete and carpet floor.

Your mind is screaming at you to run!  Instinctively you grab your wife and throw her to the floor, between the rows of seats, trying to protect her.  Adrenalin dumps into your body, your auditory senses close down, your eyes focus down to a pinpoint - tunnel vision - and you are unaware you are screaming at the top of your lungs to "go Go GO!"

You both frantically crawl along the floor as gunshots explode and echo through the cavernous, darkened theater, mingling with screams of the frightened, flashes of gunpowder and the moans of the wounded.

You furtively glance up to the pandemonium that surrounds you. With shock and disbelief, you see the gunman turning his focus on you and your wife, his gun now extended towards you, his next target.  You raise your hand to the gunman in a desperate and feeble last gasp at defending your wife and yourself, all the while thinking... This can't be happening!

Suddenly, just to the right, two rows down, you see a man crouched behind the row of seats at the end of the aisle.

He has a gun!  He is ready to fire on the sociopath who is committing the mayhem, who is creating the havoc and fear, who has brought the devil with him to the movies.  You cannot believe there is someone else carrying a gun!  And just as the good guy with a gun draws a bead in an attempt to stop the maniac with a demon's voice wailing in his head, possibly saving your life, you scream - "Put the freaking gun away!  You might hurt someone with that thing!"

Yeah, right.

Near my town, we've had two break-ins in a couple of weeks.  10:00 PM at night, a group of 4-5 men bursting in the door and quickly controlling those inside.  Carreraxxxx had this response to a U.S. Marine who stated he thought he was capable of defending his family with a gun in the home.

@kcrxxx -- I'm happy for you, and your false sense of security with your arsenal that can be used against you and your family.   

Carreraxxxx, you're sitting at home on a soft summer evening, the kids on the floor watching a Disney movie, your Wife settled into her favorite chair, reading a book.  You can't believe how wonderful your life together has been.  A good job, beautiful family, a great house in a wonderful neighborhood.  All is good...

Suddenly, there is an insane banging on the front door.  The kids scream in reaction to the ear-splitting noise.  The Wife jumps up, frantic, looking at you for guidance, not understanding whats going on as she gathers the children to her.

And now you realize, much to your chagrin, the front door has been violently breached and footsteps pound down the hall towards you.

Your home has been breached by thugs looking for valuables and who may or may not have violence on their minds.

Sitting on the table next to you is a book.  On the floor is your bowling ball.   On the footstool, without explanation, a gun appears.  Which one do you reach for to protect your family?

Yeah, Right.

On guns in the hands of trained individuals in schools, Bridgett xxxx had this to say about children paying a price for maniacs in schools.

Bridgett xxxx

They [children] pay the price several times a week. It's a pity that their parents care more for their killing machines than they do their own children.

Bridgett xxx, you are a teachers assistant and it's a beautiful spring day.  The sun is shining, big fluffy clouds fill the sky and the Kindergarten class you are helping with is happy, content and fun.  The Children have just settled down onto the floor for story time, about to listen to their favorite "Clifford" book when in a heartbeat, all hell breaks loose.

There is a sharp staccato report of, what?  Firecrackers? No.  Gunfire!?  Oh my God!  And it's close!  An alarm goes off that signals an intruder is in the school and it is an active shooter situation.

Your training kicks in and as you rush to close the door a man appears before you.  Disheveled, dirty, a crazy look in his eyes and with him he has a handgun and a rifle.  Before you can react to the situation, he shoots you in the shoulder, your collarbone exploding, a mist of blood surrounds your head and you fall back to the floor, feeling as though someone has just hit you full force with a baseball bat!

You groan as he steps over you, not even looking at you as he enters the room.  The children are screaming, terrified, their little eyes wide as you hear shouts of "Mommy!  Help, Mommy!"  Sobs and squeals cut through the air as you try to regain your feet, now realizing that you are wounded but not out of the fight.

The horror before you is relentlessly unfolding unless you can do something, anything!  The demon in your room has turned his cold, dark eyes on the huddled mass of squirming, crying, terrified children.  You are staggering to your feet when you see the Teacher, Gail, a friend of yours, reach behind her back and come out with a Glock 19 with 15 + 1 rounds of 9 mm for the bad guy.

Your fear is at its height, screaming at you and you shout... "Goddamn, it Gail!  No!  You might hurt someone!"

Yeah, right.

Bad guys will always have guns and they will do harm and that will never change.  No gun laws can prevent it.  Signs can't stop it.  Wishful thinking can't make them go away.  Fairy Dust is of no help.

Murder is already against the law, so why would more "feel good" gun laws stop the madness?

I'm all for a conversation about curbing violence.  I don't know a single person who isn't - Liberal, Conservative or Libertarian.  But the anti-gunners insistence that it's all the fault of the gun is surreal, stupid and Hoplophobic and counterproductive to solving the problem .

Don't be a victim.  Don't let your Children be victims.  Guns are not the enemy, violence and the people who commit it, are.

Stay Safe and Carry Responsibly


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Friday, July 24, 2015

Hydra Shoks, Hillary and Dogs getting shot...


My Son called and told me he was pulled over by local Police this evening.  When the officer walked up to the car, he explained to my Son that he made the stop because my Son had been tight on the yellow light.  He said he wasn't going to write him a ticket, but just wanted to tell him to take it easy.

My Son handed him his DL only (here in Illinois there is no Duty To Inform).  The officer went back to his car and a minute later returned.  He asked my Son if he had a CCL and was he carrying?  My Son answered in the affirmative and that it was in the SOB position.  The officer said "that's fine."

My Son was driving his Wife's car so he didn't come up on the system at the time of the stop and only when the LEO ran his license (my Son asked).  My Son also asked the LEO how he should handle it in the future and the officer replied that it would be nice if he just handed the officer the DL and CCL together.  He told my Son to never use the word GUN - for the usual reasons.

My Son said the the officer was polite, calm and a nice guy and that from now on, he will probably give the officer both.

The funny thing was, we just had this conversation the night before.  What would either of us do.  I told him that when I first received my license, I figured I would hand over both, but lately my mind had been going the opposite way.  I find myself a little angry that an officer should feel uncomfortable that I have a legal sidearm, even though it doesn't bother me that the LEO has one when he comes up to my car.

Now I don't know.

All in all it worked out well for my Kid and the Officer was a good guy.  Can't be unhappy with that. 


And so it begins... In the second line of the linked song (below) she hitches her wagon to the Idiot King.
If this Woman thinks she's going to get the Country vote, or that riding on Oidiots coattails is a good thing, she is truly dumber than a sack of hair... You can't fix stupid, can you?  No... I didn't think so.

Stand With Hillary


Even at my age, it never ceases to amaze me that whenever I learn something, I realize how much I don't know.

I was very suspect of the whole Zimmerman / Martin case, finding it hard to land squarely on Zimmerman's side.  With all his post trial stuff, I also thought "this guys is a mess!"

Then I read Massad Ayoob's new book "Deadly Force: Understanding Your Right to Self Defense" and he devotes roughly 30 pages to that trial.  After reading his thoughts, reasoning and the legal implications of all the evidence, I can't help but agree with Mas that Zimmerman was clearly innocent.

And now?  Now I'm reading the fascinating book "On Killing: The Psychological Cost of Learning to Kill in War and Society" by Lt. Col. David Grossman and I am beginning to understand just how emotionally crippling it is...

1)  To know and anticipate you may have to take someones life


2)  Follow through on that decision.

So I empathize with Zimmerman and his plight.

Is he a good guy?  I have no idea, though I'm learning that the aftermath of taking a life, whether at war or in self defense is a powerful, life changing event, even when you are completely in the right.  But one thing I know for sure... I'm going to keep reading, keep educating myself and above all, I'm going to remember how much I don't know.


I ordered a DeSantis Pocket Tuk for my Taurus TCP from Midway USA.  It could fit in a slightly larger than standard envelope - $15.49 + $4.46 shipping and $3.00 special handling fee.  Also bought a Plunger Spring, Barrel Link and Link Pin for my 1911 that totaled $12.47 and could have been sent in any standard envelope.  Shipping was $4.19 +  that Extra Special Kid Gloves Handling Fee of $3.00.

It's a shame.  Midway USA almost always has what I need, but due to the exorbitant shipping and special handling fees, I use Midway only when I have to.


At the beginning, because I was new to all this, I spent a lot of time, reading books, magazines, researching the internet and listening to folks who've been doing this a whole lot longer than I.  From everything I perused, it all kept coming back to Hyrda Shoks.  Well tested, used by LEO everywhere and trusted by just about everyone I've ever read.  So... when it ran like a dream in my pistols - Hydra Shoks it was, and I never looked back.


Why are cops shooting so many dogs?  Why does that seem to be their first response?  Or is it, like many things in this day and age, because of the internet and our total and unfettered access to information?

No matter what... seems like a lot of dogs get shot.


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