There’s not much more to say.
Oft times in this venue, I write about my frustration with law enforcement, straddling the line between freedom and tyranny – and seemingly inching toward the latter.
But firefighters, be they in the city saving people, homes and property, or in the country, doing the same + our majestic forests, lands and wildlife, need to be honored. They are not as in the Ray Bradbury story – they are not starting fires. They are not inching toward the latter.
They need to be honored, not just when they fall, but rather, when they do not.
Please take a moment today to do that.
stolen borrowed from Old NFO – because our history IS important! – Guffaw)
I truly miss my Browning High Power. She was one of the guns I lusted after for years, and finally obtained in 1995. Traditionally, they were always cost a little more than a 1911, but, I made out. I purchased her from a private party who was selling her for a neighbor’s widow. With six factory magazines. At one of the few times in my life I actually had spare cash.
But, she was one of the collection in the gun vault when it was stolen. Many firearms are gone, but just a few are truly missed.
So, here it is years later, and I visit Mike’s Spot, trying to live vicariously, as he tells the tale of acquiring a Mark II Belgian HP. Mine was older and a little fancier, but, he has his. Okay, I was little jealous.
Until I read this part:
The gun shipped with 1 formally legal NYS standard capacity magazine. I now have a 10 round, neutered mag in the gun, that has been re-neutered (neutered harder) to 7 rounds to comply with current NY SAFE 13 legislation.
Not only is the whole point of John Browning’s design to have an ergonomic machine, but it’s designed to hold 13 in the magazine, +1 in the chamber! And one may find aftermarket mags which hold more.
This New York law is an anathema to all of our rights, and also our esthetics. I truly hope Mike resettles in a region of the country which still follows the Constitution. All of us deserve better than such a law. Or its federal counterpart.
Today, my daughter is 30. The same age I was when she was born.
By age 30, I was married, beginning my own PI business, and scared to death about the prospect of fatherhood. Then she arrived and made it easy
Here it is 30 years hence, and by all-that-is-holy she should have been married, and had children. She aspired to be a veterinarian. I never had the privilege of walking her down the aisle or holding a grandbaby. Or proudly watching her get her degree. Or even her diploma.
She was taken from us in 1985. In a stupid car accident.
So she’ll always be age 12 in my heart. Or just born.
Happy Birthday, Molly! I Love You.
First of all, my apologies in advance of you reading this post. I’ve a tendency to get a little maudlin this time of year. Missing friends; family…
My roommate (and place-to-live benefactor) and I are very close. We’re good friends – truth be told, we used to date. So we know much about each other including backstory, family history, skeletons. Stuff from our past(s).
And we were fortunate enough to visit the last gun show together. A couple of blog friends were kind enough to give me the financial means. (Thanks, again, we couldn’t have done it without you!)
But there are land mines in the psyche. Stuff I’ve forgotten about and don’t expect. Buried deep. You see, I used to take my daughter to the gun shows. We used to visit antique malls, as well, and sometimes little antique-y things are displayed at gun shows. There were a few at this one.
When my daughter was small, and she’d see a cameo, she’d remark, “There’s that lady, again.” Hearing that always brought a smile to my face.
And, of course, I shared her expression long ago with my roommate. Part of the tales from the past people getting to know one-another pass along. And I always hear Molly’s voice in my head when I see that kind of jewelry.
So, here we are at the gun show, taking it all in, and up comes an antique jewelry display. Not exactly why I visit guns shows. So, I’m getting ready to gloss over it, when my roommate says softly, reverently,
There’s that lady, again.
One of the things I’ve enjoyed about blogging is finding out persons from all over The United States, in fact, The World have clicked on a posting or a Google/Bing response and found their way here. I’ve stated many times before that I’m continually amazed anyone stops by – so anyone doing so makes me happy. Or used to.
I monitor the (meaningless) statistics about the blog – Where are readers located? How many? Total views for a 24 hour period. Then I compare that to what posts I did that given day in an effort to find more titles/subjects appealing to more readers. It really doesn’t affect my titles or content. I’m compulsive. It’s not as if I make any money doing this!
But, the other day, I quickly inserted a blog post blurb regarding the horrific tragedy in Connecticut, as the reports were coming in. Just the name of the town, Newtown Connecticut was the title.
And I was deeply saddened to see 333 search views in 24 hours! My average is 163 over the previous 28 days!
Are people so ghoulish that this is what drives them? Even worse is so-called ‘news’ organizations are so thirsty to ‘get the story first’ they report anything without verifying facts or sources!
It used to be there was a twenty-four hour news cycle, many times longer. Now it’s minutes; seconds. No time to verify anything, just get ‘it’ out there! If it’s wrong, we’ll submit a correction – or not.
And the people who just can’t wait to hear about the latest exploits of Lindsay Lohan or Honey Boo-Boo are waiting like vultures to lap it up. Or search for it on the Internet.
My friend Rev. Paul of Way Up North posted a remarkable post entitled Hatred, Intolerance and Obsession.
You should stop reading whatever it is you’re reading, including this blog, go to the link above, and read the post.
I’m not even posting snippets of it to ward you off and keep you here. Except this:
As completely expected, after the theater shooting tragedy, there has been a call from some circles (The Brady Bunch, Mayors Against
Illegal Guns Gun Ownership and others, for yet more gun control.
This is not surprising, even when the political element is removed from the outcry. People question why, and want something done to keep this from happening in the future. It should never happen to anyone. But, generally I don’t appeal to the government to solve problems. They’re inefficient and incompetent. And
usually have a different agenda.
I guess I’m disconnected from this kind of thinking. There ought to be a law is not something in my normal reaction lexicon. I’m a libertarian, small ‘L’. I was, even before I knew there was such a word. I’ve an extreme aversion to the word ‘ban’. Even if it is regarding something for which I lack fondness. Drug abuse comes to mind.
Hey, it’s your body (they tell us).
If you want to believe ‘X’, go ahead, feel free. Go for it. As long as ‘X’ doesn’t interfere with MY RIGHTS. Or anyone else’s.
If you don’t like guns, don’t own one. But telling others they shouldn’t be able to exercise their rights in this matter is repugnant. And against the American tradition.
Regular readers of this blog know I lost my daughter in an automobile accident in 1995. She was 12. We were t-boned at a major intersection by a guy driving a GM car in excess of 70 miles per hour, who ran the light.
After I got out of the hospital, I didn’t immediately call for the banning of drivers, owners of GM cars or even GM cars. The guy was speeding to get to work, and didn’t do it intentionally, but even if he had been some nutjob trying to hit us on purpose, it would have made no sense to ban GM cars. Or any cars.
Millions of people in the United States legally own and use firearms, and keep them for self-protection, sport, hunting, and the enjoyment of ownership of a fine tool. They don’t go shooting up theaters or committing heinous acts with them.
It’s irrational and illogical to demand more control of the law-abiding citizenry. Let’s try holding criminals responsible for their acts, instead.
Borepatch recently posted about how a student ‘got in trouble’ for correcting a public school teacher in class.
It’s sad that the teacher – and, by extension, the administration – are so short-sighted that admitting they were wrong and finding of fact is not the message.
Towing the line and shutting up is.
Preparing the children for the future. They don’t need re-education camps, they already have them.
(and this was in 1994!)
|Last night I watched part one of a surprisingly good Military Channel documentary about dropping the first A-Bombs on Japan. Towards the end, the late Col. Paul Tibbets (who flew the Enola Gay) made this disdainful comment about the school system.“Our high schools know nothing of this history. I was once introduced to students as ” a man who fought in world war eleven.”|