(one of my Dad’s expressions, usually when another – unwanted – opinion was proffered)
My roommate is an animal lover. As am I. The difference being I usually consider ramifications of finances, interaction with other animals, available space and other factors before introducing another animal into the menagerie.
AND, I’d ask her opinion.
So, day-before-yesterday, she advised she’d an errand to run. I did as well. Separately. Imagine my surprise when she texted me a photo of a tiny kitten!
Now, I love cats, perhaps even more than dogs, because they are less maintenance and aren’t codependent, as dogs are.
The end result is another rescue (Lola-the-chee-hooa-hooa was rescued a little over six months ago)
She is 2 1/2 months old, very pretty, and stands up to the other dogs and the big cat with the best of them.
How could I say no?
Boy, am I a sucker! :-)
A few years back Superman (2011 in DC Comics) announced he was renouncing his U.S. citizenship! Now, I’ve not been a comic book reader/consumer since I was 10-11 years old, but I was always a big Superman fan.
I found this action repulsive. One – that the beloved character would do such a thing, and Two – that in so doing such a children’s fictional comic would make the national news. After all, they ARE just comic books.
Fast-forward to NOW. It was announced a couple of months ago (and made the national news again recently) that beloved perennially-in-high-school everyteen comic book character Archie Andrews would die in the comic book. This was NOT due to his having been in high school 78 years.
It was because he would dive in front of an assailant attacking his friend with a gun, and his taking a bullet for him! Archie’s GAY friend!
What do I make of this?
Political correctness aside, I like to believe I would have done the same thing for any good childhood friend. My best friend from third grade through college was a legitimately brilliant. IQ off the charts. Socially, less skilled. But, except for his studies and church, my constant companion. He was the geek I aspired to be, even though I didn’t have the mental acuity.
After his own father disowned him when he came out of the closet as a college freshman, and my own father lampooned his gayness, I had to stand up for Carl. Fortunately, no one shot him. And I, myself, had to overcome childhood indoctrination regarding gayness, and what that means. After all, sexual preference aside, he remained my friend!
I’m not yet certain how I feel about comic books being tools for political correctness. Of course, even Peanuts eventually had a Black character. I suppose comic books must change with the times, as well. I don’t know how the Archie friend’s character’s gayness is shown to the comic book audience. Obviously kids are more aware of such things than I was 50-60 years ago.
But, I know one thing.
Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. - John 15:13 (ASV)
If we can teach this to the self-absorbed-faces-glued-to-their-cell-phone adolescents, then all is not lost. If only adults read comic books.
Various law enforcement agencies and military units have memorials to those that have fallen in service to their country.
If we ever build such a memorial to concealed carriers who put their lives at risk to save others, the name of Joseph Robert Wilcox, 31, of Las Vegas deserves to be on that wall.
Wilcox was killed yesterday (June 8) attempting to take down the deranged couple that had just murdered Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Officers Alyn Beck and Igor Soldo at a nearby Cici’s Pizza location. Wilcox apparently spotted the husband as he rushed into Walmart, and tried to take him down.
Most CCW courses are basic safety classes, I’ve seen many I wonder if safety is even taught that well.
Please do not fool yourself into thinking you are trained to fight just because the state issued you a license
When the rubber meets the road, a lot can be going on, and basic training may not save you, I don’t know how much training Mr Wilcox had, , and he may have changed the course of the event, but he lost. (Maddened Fowl)
Not to cast aspersions toward Mr. Wilcox, but most of us are armchair adventurers at best. I’ve been in IPSC competitions wherein civilians cleaned the clocks of sworn officers, but these were pretend, not real life. And I’ve observed many officers whose firearms safety regime was trumped by their huge egos. And they paid for it.
Most of us are not sworn officers or spec ops guys home on leave from Afghanistan. We are regular Joes (and Janes) going about our mundane daily lives, but we do so armed. And many of us have received a permission slip from our respective States to carry our tools concealed as we go about our business.
The concealed weapon permit is akin the driver license. It doesn’t mean that we are automatically Mario Andretti upon our receipt of it. Keep training, keep learning, keep maintaining and most importantly, keep paying attention to your surroundings.
We, as civilians, have no obligation to rush in like John McClane (Die Hard films) in the movies and save everyone. And most of us don’t have the skills.
Know yourself, too!
h/t Bob Owens, The Duck
Why? I don’t get to shoot very much.
I noticed after my last outing that I was
low completely out of my mainstay solvent, Hoppe’s #9!
I went to a nearby firearms emporium to get some. They not only didn’t have any, they said they didn’t even stock it!
So I had to settle for some Remington-branded ‘green’ gun cleaner.
It seemed to work okay, but it didn’t have the olfactory thrill (toxicity) of the Hoppes.
Scientists tell us that the sense-of-smell is deeply ingrained in our psyche. Food tastes better, uh personal interactions are better, when the nose is working properly. Memories are triggered.
I’d drive to a farther gun shop, but my car is failing…
I really miss the smell of Hoppe’s! It can be ordered on line, but the interstate chemical transport fees are huge! So much for THAT idea!
Of course, there was that waitress who smelled of Ivory Soap….
(Sorry, another memory triggered!)
FTC – Hoppe’s and Remington gave me nothing! Go clean your own guns and find your own waitresses!
h/t New Jovian Thunderbolt
The Art of Manliness (my go-to place for classic wisdom on the Web) recent posted 20 aphorisms, abhored (or ignored) in youth, but appreciated as I got older. (Sometimes)
An aphorism is a short, pithy statement that conveys a principle or contains a pearl of wisdom. Part of what makes them so powerful is that they can stand on their own without context; as the philologist Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel put it, “An aphorism ought to be entirely isolated from the surrounding world like a little work of art and complete in itself like a hedgehog.”
Here is one. CLICK on it to link to the remaining 19.
Keads wrote on FB regarding a potential student, whose wife did not want a gun in the house, wanting his tutelege. The prospective student thought one hour of training might suffice!
I was reminded both of potential shooting students, and of private investigation clients.
I had shooting students who didn’t think their spouse would let them purchase a firearm. And those who already had a number of them, and also bad habits that needed unravelling. Many of my students were gratis, as I felt it was my duty to teach (and, at the time I could afford to do it that way!)
But, when I was a private investigator (cue walking bass music here) I was trying to eke out a living, and as such was not always as discriminatory as I would have liked. When the phone bill’s due, and you promised the wife the PI biz would float on it’s own, you took whatever came your way.
Ah, there’s the rub!
Fortunately, Keads had other information come his way. Like the potential student thought ONE HOUR of instruction would be sufficient to complete his training – thus his decision was made for him. Sorry, Charlie! (I suspect there’s a liability component here, as well.)
Sadly, when it came to P.I. clients, I pretty much was a slave to the almighty dollar. Was I an expert in electronic debugging? No, but I was able to borrow the equipment and comport myself well enough to make a few dollars – carefully explaining I was only as good as the equipment was.
Fortunately, that wasn’t my P.I. bread-and-butter. Those were locating persons (usually skip-traces) and domestic cases. At least locations were for insurance adjusters, which meant repeat business. Domestics? Hardly. Cheated on wives and girlfriends are tough to get money from.
I would think shooting students who messed up would have a liability component, as well!
Watch your back, Jack (or Jane)!
Which LITERARY GENRE would best represents your views?
Take the quiz!
Guffaw’s is Western. (92%)
|You Scored as Western. Westerns are stories about living on the frontiers of North America, Australia, or Asia. They tend to be about history, nation, and individual achievement. Examples include the Last of the Mohicans.h/t Never yet Melted|
American Mercenary recent wrote regarding the loss of a formerly close Internet friend, or two.
As I’ve been musing about the subject of ‘friends’ he got my attention.
It seems I thought for some time that if one has a friend, one has that friend for life. The concept of ‘unfriending’ someone with whom you have a disagreement seemed a foreign concept. I held my friends close.
In my mind.
But, I was wrong in my belief. I needed to hold my friends, not in my mind, but in my heart.
Over the years, I’ve lost many friends, usually through attrition. Someone moves into a different social circle, or geographic region. Or changes jobs. And the contacts are broken. Stuff happens.
But it’s only been in recent years that I’ve begun to recognize my actions have taken their toll. Taking advantage, contacting them only when it was advantageous to me. Not holding up my half of the friendship. Not being a friend.
Essentially, being an a$$40le!
And this has cost me, dearly. At least three close friends in the past 15 years. And, this doesn’t even include the other losses. Like Mark Bell, who passed away suddenly. Or special friends – lovers.
I’ve atoned for my sins, but that’s not enough. I need to continue to be a friend to my friends. Lest I lose any more.
If you read this blog, you know I always ask you to tell your children and loved ones how you feel. Include your friends. Because you never know.
Learn from my errors – cherish your friends, now.
I’ve known and trained with some fine people. Shot socially with others, and heard others speak. Read even more works of other trainers and shooters.
They are (were) all people, and as such all had foibles. They were human.
I could list some of the foibles:
Retain men (and women) for their skills in training you. If you cannot get past an ego or personality (or an error in judgement), go elsewhere.
I’m a pretty liberal guy. In the classical sense, not the liberal = progressive = socialist = communist sense. As a libertarian, I think adults should be able to make their own lives; their own decisions…
As long as doing so doesn’t affect others, negatively.
You wanna smoke weed? In your own home? As long as it doesn’t waft into my back yard, it’s okay with me. You want to marry three other adults? Change your State law and have at it. Just remember how complex (and costly) the divorcing of two of them will be!
But, I draw the line at abusing children. Yes, you should be able to raise your children as you see fit, and perhaps one or two smacks on the bottom to get their attention might be necessary. When they are four. But, not when they’re 18, or nude, or with the use of a studded belt. That’s beyond the pale, for me.
Speaking of abusing children:
PS – Why does NAMBLA still exist? The North American Man Boy Love Association promotes sexually abusing children. Why hasn’t your government used RICO to shut them down and absorb their funds? And imprison the miscreants. Certainly a continuing criminal enterprise?