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People who know guns really get pissed off by people like these. The people you’re about to see in these videos are legislators proposing laws that would restrict the rights of law abiding citizens. As you will see, they have no idea what they’re talking about. Just so everyone’s clear, a barrel shroud is a cover that protects a person from burning himself or herself on the barrel of a firearm. If you think only semi auto or full auto firearms get hot, I’ll be glad to demonstrate how quickly the barrel on my bolt action rifles climb in temperature. Incendiary is a word which means that something will start a fire. Incendiary ammunition is available to the public in some places. .50 BMG caliber rifles were created first by Ronnie G. Barrett who intended them for use in long range target shooting. They were not intended for the military, but were adopted by the military a while after they appeared. Oh, one other thing – some people do hunt with .50 BMG rifles. They hunt BIG game. Still, they hunt legitimately. Now, on with the ignorance! I can’t watch anymore – my IQ is shrinking and the duct tape is threatening to fail and allow my head to explode.  After watching several of her videos, I have to say that Katey definitely gets it Katey, if you’re reading this, thank you for your contributions to sanity in North America. As an expatriated Californian, I think I can partially understand what you’re going through up there. Please keep fighting the good fight and I wish you the all the best! Geez, someone might think I’m on a gun kick or something with all these posts As an owner of a semi-auto AK-47 (OK, it’s technically a Yugoslavian M70AB1 but it’s a blood relative of the AK), I get a lot of interesting reactions from people when they find out about it. Usually it’s either of the “What do you need THAT for???” or the “Do you plan on having any deer left to cook???” variety. My answers are that I need it about as much as anyone needs a Ferrari in the city, but it sure is fun I came across this video on You Tube which makes my point in a most excellent fashion and saves me the money I’d have spent on the watermelons, too OK, just for fun and because I can, here’s a quick vid of Dad firing my AK-47 So my AK-47 is a menace why? Here’s another cop – this time active duty – who really gets it and isn’t afraid to lay out the facts. Shortly after purchasing my AK-47 I called my sister and told her about my new rifle. You should have heard the response One little thing that I have to add to the video above is that in over 40 states in the U.S. it is legal for civilians to own fully automatic firearms along with silencers, short barreled shotguns, and other exotic weaponry. Yes, you have to jump through some hoops and yes it’s expensive, but dang if it ain’t great! Nevada is one of those states, but my limited budget keeps me from owning any of those items. For more info on legal aspects of full auto firearms and such, check out the Wikipedia entry on the subject. Dad’s retired law enforcement as is the spokesman in this ad. I think they’d agree on this one. I know I agree with Andy. I can’t remember where I saw this first, but I absolutely love it I may not have a roundhouse kick, but you’d better believe I’ve got a gun. Several actually. One is with me right now – a Hi-Point C9 to be precise. There’s one round in the chamber and ten more in the magazine – all are +P hollow points as are the other eight in the eight round magazine. The C9 and eight round spare magazine are in their Uncle Mike’s holster. The holster has a strap which holds the gun in place and it covers the trigger and safety. Yes, the safety is on. Oh yeah, I’m an NRA member too You go, Chuck I’d heard the name of the band from my good friend Kerry, but I didn’t know anything about them. Then I found this video on YouTube while looking through videos of rogue waves and such: I just fell in love with the song and had to have it The song is “Sleeping Sun” and it’s still one of my favorites, but now I also love “Nemo” and “I Wish I Had an Angel” as well Here’s a few YouTube videos from my new favorite Finnish heavy metal group with operatic overtones:
As I proceeded towards home last night in my fabulous Chevy HHR, an advertisement came on the radio which very nearly shorted out the few neurons my brain has left. The advertisement in question extolled the virtues of working in the Clandestine Service with the Central Intelligence Agency. THE CIA IS RUNNING RADIO ADS FOR SECRET AGENTS??? I actually know quite a few old “spooks” from the grand old days of the CIA via my involvement with the Road Runners. I’ve had some great laughs while they’ve recounted tales of tapping the East German phone network, guarding Area 51, and a whole laundry list of other stories that I trust are declassified but I am still not about to share. From my discussions with them as well as what I’ve read and heard elsewhere, paid advertising in the mainstream media was not the way the CIA used to recruit. It still blows my mind as I write this. I like the CIA. Call me crazy if you want, but I know they work hard to protect our country and our freedom. As far as I’m concerned, the CIA can consider this free advertising! Here’s the link: CIA Careers So I was just watching the video for one of my (so far) favorite Nightwish songs – Nemo – and the line about “Oh how I wish for soothing rain” brought forth a number of thoughts and visions in my head. Some might say I’m scatter brained, but I think it’s just that my mind has a habit of linking to different thoughts and experiences all at once or in quick succession which others just can’t seem to follow. OK, Sifrona (great friend of many years) has been able to do this on occasion The first thing that came into my head was the memory of the most kick-ass Rolling Stones concerts I’ve ever been to. It was my friend Adrienne’s first ever concert and she had a blast, too. It was held at Jack Murphy stadium and the forecast was for scattered showers, the tickets for rain or shine. We were about half way back from the front and a little to the left of center. Great seats! I don’t remember what the previous song was, but it got really quiet and really dark for a few moments before the first few chords of “Gimme Shelter” floated out over the crowd. As those few chords flowed through the air, the rain began to fall. Quickly it was more than drizzle, more than steady drops. As the drums, bass, and vocals came in the rain became a downpour in the night with everyone shedding their ponchos and dancing in the vertical flood from above. A more perfect experience at a show I’ve yet to find. The other thing that came to me was the memory of a day of desert rain not too long ago. Respite from the relentless summer heat in the desert, sting of raindrops, smell of creosote and wet earth, soothing rhythm of distant thunder and reassuring crack and boom of thunder nearby telling of more rain to come. Which then causes me to drift to thoughts of “Desert Rose” by Sting (with awesome arabic lyrics sung by Cheb Mami)which seems to fit the feeling of that day so perfectly – only wishing I had someone to share the moment with who appreciates it as I do.
Yep, it happened again. Not 15 minutes after I finished my last post, they hit again. The side door was covered with wood from Friday night/Saturday morning’s break-in, so they broke the front door. All four panes of tempered glass. I don’t think I should say what they did or did not get, but to say I’m less than thrilled would be a gross understatement. Ours is not the only location that’s been hit, but I won’t say more than that right now. I just woke up after getting to sleep at 0630 hours. I have to get to work soon (good thing I called when it happened and told ‘em I’d be late), but I just had to write this first. I have pictures and video of the aftermath. Next time I’m going to have video of the door when it’s broken. And I’m going to chase down the criminals who did this as they flee the scene. I figure if I’m in my HHR, at least I can get to their getaway car first and get a license plate number.  Here's how the front door looked after the cops dragged it open. Yeah, it was sure fun cleaning up all that broken glass.  Here you can see the shattered door and the entrance to my apartment in one shot. My door is where the railing is. We were home with the living room and my bedroom lights on when this happened. I hope they don't come in the apartment next time. |
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