Protesters in Texas thought that showing up topless to an Open Carry rally to protest the protestors was a good idea.Carrying signs that said, “Boobs are for Babies” they had no idea how big a favor they were doing for the Open Carry folks.These protests for open carry are to draw attention to the issue. Who knew that 4 nipples would bring so much attention.–Too bad the breasts were not nicer looking. (The Miller)
…or Queen. King?
( with apologies to R. Kipling)
“It is so special to me personally and I think that it is very special between our two countries. There is just not just a common language, there is a common set of values that we can fall back on. It doesn’t matter in our country whether it is a Republican or Democrat, or frankly in your country whether it is a ‘Conservative’ and ‘Tory.’ There is a level of trust and understanding. That doesn’t mean that we always agree because of course we don’t.”
SERIOUSLY? A woman whose only claim to fame was to be a dishonored Watergate prosecution attorney, married to a serial rapist, who was from Arkansas, then magically became a United States Senator from New York, then the perennial presidential candidate became the Secretary of State. And doesn’t know this?
And I’m not even mentioning Whitewater or Benghazi…
Vote for HER for president? Not on your life!
I tend to like (my) women with longer hair.
This doesn’t mean it must be past their waist (especially if it starts at their lower back!) but it does mean in this matter I tend to be traditional.
BUT, this doesn’t mean I’m inflexible…
Witness the exemplars below:
But that was the 90’s.
I recently stumbled upon a new show entitled Taxi Brooklyn, wherein a female NYPD detective (who is an abysmal driver) enlists the aid of a suspect/witness to chauffeur her around in his taxi. The plot and theme have many holes in them, but, then there’s this detective…
Not a beautiful as Janine Turner, but still as appealing and spunky!
I still like women with longer hair, but, I WILL make exceptions!
Gotta be flexible, ya know.
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
Friend sent this in last night he’s over there in the Suck . . . S.L.There was this new Intell chick at this evening’s base defense meeting. The Company Commander asked a couple of basic introductory questions and it went something like this . . .Major: “So where are you from?”
Major: “No, I mean where are you from in the States?”
Major: “What about your husband, where’s he from?”
Chick: “I don’t have a husband, I have a wife and she’s from Florida too.”
The whole room erupted.
True story . . .
Whenever I have posted too many serious posts in the past, I remedied doing so by posting a few guffaws, e.g. jokes, cartoons and funny pictures. To lighten the mood.
AND, because it’s MY BLOG! :-)
Again, I’ve posted a litany of serious posts, mostly regarding governmental abuses. And it’s got me down. But, instead of guffaws, I decided to invoke Rule 5*, instead:
SIX of my favorite women! SO many choices…sigh.
*Rule #5 Post – Celebrating Women
Whenever some nutbar does some heinous act – the recent Navy Yard murders come to mind – the initial reaction of most media is “Look at this evil man and what he’s done.” Even if there are mental illness factors in the mix.
Let the nutbar be female, and most media reaction is something along the line of, “Oh, she is (was) obviously mentally and emotionally deficient in some way and needs our help!”
Black woman who ran barricades in D.C. and had to be shot to be stopped. Sorry, we forgot, mentioning race is racist. The man who shot up the Navy Yard was Black, too. And, the Fort Hood murderer, and…
(Sorry – we should only mention race if the evildoer is White, then bigotry is the obvious motivator.)
And, don’t get me started on female sexual predators…
BTW – the ‘voyeur’ predator is female! I expect the poor thing to be considered a victim, somehow.
I first saw The Avengers (the Patrick McNee BBC vehicle, not the comic books or movies) in the mid 60s, about the same time I hit puberty.
She didn’t have a huge top, nor was she actually skilled in the use of firearms, judo and karate. But, my hormones didn’t care. Here was a smart, sexy woman, dressed every-so-often in a black (or blue, or some other color) leather catsuit.
And I’ve been hooked ever since.
Not just she, but all her descendants and antecedents – because there were some predecessors I’d not seen prior, or hadn’t noticed because puberty hadn’t yet hit.
Honor Blackman (who played her predecessor on the British-only Avengers) played Pussy Galore in Goldfinger, at times in a catsuit. Of course there was Honey West, Catwoman, and a whole bevvy of slinky women in catsuits since.
And they keep showing up! The cat burglar who replaces the broken.missing valuables in the insurance TV commercial being the most recent.
It seems SEX sells.
I like women. I like guns. I’m funny that way.
I especially like it when women and guns get together. Not much is better for me than to see a woman take control of her own personal security by owning a firearm, training with it, and carrying it!
Ah, there’s the rub. Literally.
Most of my female shooting students have had difficulty over the years with the whole male-dominated gun culture. And as a result, they either don’t carry or cannot find a comfortable way to carry which meets their needs.
Fortunately, just like firearms themselves evolving, the carry equipment industry has evolved, too.
My roommate has a number of .45s, mostly 1911s and mostly compact (for carry). But what to do? Like most women, she is structured differently. :-) And, she rarely wears pant belts, and it’s usually too hot here for a shoulder rig.
Then she ran across The Well-Armed Woman based on advice from you blog readers. And what a find!
Numerous products for female carry. Below the chest area, waistband (with and without belt), belly bands, and many other choices. As they are HQ in North Scottsdale, we had to take a road trip. And she spent money. Got three concealment holsters of different varieties, and another (sigh) handbag – this one by Gun Tote’n Mamas!
There may be a little banging of the feminist drum, in that these businesses are for women, by women. But I don’t care if the holsters and handbags are designed by Martians, as long as they do the job!
This far, my roomie loves her new stuff. I sense another road trip in our future.
I’ve written about this model N frame Smith before. But, yet another tale bubbled up from the slime that is my subconcious.
It seems much of my ‘adult’ youth was spent in pursuit of both girls and guns. I was luckier with guns. And, frankly, not all that lucky with them. :-(
John C. was a friend from my college law-enforcement classes. He was a former Marine wanting to become a deputy in the county where he grew up. He became my boss doing security at the closed Legend City amusement park. He was married to a strikingly beautiful young woman, who was a secretary at the local FBI office. This made sense in the scheme of things, as he was ruggedly handsome. Pale blue eyes, chiseled jaw and permanent five-o’clock shadow.
I’m certain had he known them, my friend Steve would have christened them Lance Goodlooking and Stella Stunning.
And there was something I desired of John’s – his Smith & Wesson Model 28 Highway Patrolman, with the Herrett Shooting Star stocks! (I kinda liked his wife, too, but, hey, they were married! – and I don’t DO that! As if she’d look at me even once…)
ANYWAY, having expressed my admiration for John’s Smith, one day he found himself short of cash, and offered to sell her to me. (the gun, not the wife). And I really, really wanted her. (the gun, seriously)
And we negotiated an arrangement. And I agreed to make payments. You see, I was making something like $90 a week, and had rent, etc. And I think he was asking $75. I could scare up $60, maybe. (this was 1976?)
Well, we met to finalize the deal, and John backed out! It seemed that the Highway Patrolman was his wife’s gun, and there was no way she was parting with her!
Geez! Turned down by the wife! (about the revolver). I can understand her not wanting to part with her though.
I heard some years later that John and his wife had a child, then divorced. I wonder if she still has the Model 28? Or is seeing anyone?
I’m kidding. I cannot afford either.