I get regular email from Alan Korwin, author of The Arizona Gun Owner’s Guide and publisher through Bloomfield Press many other fine books. (Attn: FTC – no funds exchanged hands here).
Today’s email had an interesting book listed.
In a world of political correctness run amok (e.g. the kid’s book – I Have a Parent of Undetermined Gender and a Coffee Table), there is a new children’s book that caught my eye:
How better to prepare your children for a home with responsibly owned firearms?
It’s undoubtedly better than the coffee table book.
h/t Alan Korwin
I was a small, sickly kid. If there was a childhood disease, I probably got it, except polio. Seems every month my parents dragged me to the doctor for an injection of some kind.
Eventually, I was a taller, skinny kid. I got picked on, because I wasn’t very good at sports (which drove my father, the sports fanatic, crazy).
Then, between junior high and high school, I developed a leg disability. This pretty much stopped my public school physical education. And I was mocked and derided.
Eventually, in spite of all these roadblocks, I studied karate for two years, did some jogging and light weight lifting, and for a time was in okay condition. I even tried (and failed) for a couple police officer positions, including running the obstacle course..
The point is, even with my limitations, no one ever told me to not try.
And my self esteem isn’t always the best. Sometimes, frankly, it sucks.
Tonight, while perusing the blogs, I ran across this story. Eleven-Year-Old Football Star told not to score too many touchdowns. It made me angry. Why anyone would discourage a child from doing their very best to achieve excellence is just appalling. There were plenty of kids in my schools growing up who didn’t make the cut. And plenty who didn’t get high marks in P.E. I was a reader who excelled at reading. Everyone has something.
This story typifies the political correctness that will kill this Country, if it hasn’t already. Not every child is going to be a football (or fill-in-the-blank) star. They shouldn’t all get awards so as to not injure their delicate egos.
And, someone with exceptional talent shouldn’t be hobbled by an arbitrary rule so the other kids won’t feel as bad.
How can we compete in the World with a generation or two of adults who don’t see the point of seeking excellence, not just for their country, or their communities, or their families, but for it’s own sake? Then expect a reward, because everyone gets one?
h/t Weasel Zippers
|God Bless John Moses Browning!|
My new student and I went to a local indoor range this morning. He did well. Remembered the Four Rules and paid attention.
His motivation, however, is different. He thinks he wants to be a Bulls-eye shooter. I teach ‘Gun in the Home’ and CCW. The foci are different.
And, because of illness and financial issues, I’ve not been shooting in over 2 1/2 years. And it showed. *sigh*
We did have fun, though. (I think) He just doesn’t get the same charge sending rounds downrange as most of the rest of us do. He says it’s because he’s driven motorcycles at over one-hundred miles per hour, so it doesn’t compare.
Different strokes, I guess.
So, now I’ve three firearms to clean. And, we’ll probably go back to the range in week or two.
No convert (yet) to IPSC or USPSA. However…
As predicted, I did convert him to become a Browncoat! He’s on the second run-through of my Dvds, and ordered his own copies! Take THAT Alliance!
Pajamas Media reports on what they are calling Ignoring the Scandal of the Century.
As William Lajeunesse writes at Fox:
~Not only did U.S. officials approve, allow and assist in the sale of more than 2,000 guns to the Sinaloa cartel — the federal government used taxpayer money to buy semi-automatic weapons, sold them to criminals and then watched as the guns disappeared.
I don’t wish to understate it: elements of the U.S. Departments of Justice, State, Homeland Security, and Treasury are responsible for supplying an arsenal to narco-terrorists waging a civil war against an American ally. Our federal government may bear responsibility for at least 200 murders committed with “walked” firearms, in what Mexican Attorney General Marisela Morales describes as a “betrayal” of her country by the Obama administration.~
(bold emphasis mine – gfa)
Are there legal ramifications? Perhaps. According to Title 18, 2331 of the U.S. Code, Operation Fast and Furious may amount to international terrorism, which carries with it stiff penalties for conspiracies that result in homicide. The Racketeer Influenced and Corrupt Organizations (RICO) Act — which was originally used to prosecute the mafia — and the Arms Export Control Act (AECA) may also fit, as may assorted state and federal charges. Charges may also result from two investigations launched by Mexican authorities, and Mexico could conceivably file charges with the International Criminal Court.
This is objectively the most important political and legal story in America right now.
Please go read the link at the top of the page.
And the article doesn’t even mention the death of an American Border Patrol Agent Brian Terry and ICE Agent Jamie Zapata directly attributed to these firearms.
h/t Bob Owens
Courtesy of Weer’d World:
~Any gun that is capable of sending a round down range, is capable of sending a round some place regrettable. I complain about the new crop of Ruger pistols having unnecessary safeties. Still no matter how many stupid safeties are on a gun, if you don’t follow the 4 rules, you will eventually have something regrettable happen. Meanwhile there are so many expert shooters who use Glocks for self defense, work, and competition and have had NO problems because if you follow the 4 rules you’ll NEVER have anything regrettable.
The safety is between your ears, and nowhere else.~ (do I hear Jeff Cooper’s voice somewhere?)
And, many folks carried double-action revolvers for years, with no safety switches.
For years, the British SAS carried Browning High Power pistols, with the safeties OFF. The idea was, if one didn’t touch the trigger until needed, there was never an accident.
For more, please see the link, above.
h/t Weer’d Beard, Oleg Volk
When in the course of Human Events, it becomes necessary for humans to visit, uh, the lavatory, the loo, the washroom, the bathroom (other than to bathe), the refresher (for all you R. Heinlein fans!), the question then becomes: If one needs to be seated, what does one do with one’s sidearm?
This matter was addressed marginally back in the 70’s, in an article/letter in Guns Magazine (I think). And has made a couple sparse appearances in the Internet.
Sometimes, there is a level toilet tank top, or even a shelf (!) where one may unholster. Many times not.
Women shooters tell me they don’t wish to place their purse on the floor, so sometimes it remains in their arms, or in their lap. If the firearm is in the purse this may be the most reasonable solution for them.
For the men, unless you’re carrying a man-bag (Safepacker?), chances are the piece is on your waist or in your pocket.. The pocket may not be an issue, but I have heard of items falling from pockets, clattering to the filthy tile floor, especially if heavier than a key chain.
Holsters are a whole different matter. If a somewhat clean, level, appropriately-sized surface doesn’t present itself in the stall, what to do?
I’ve used the coat hook on the back of the door, presuming it’s not broken or missing. Of course ready access may be problematic from that location.
The other option is either to leave it secured in the belt holster, hoping the trousers don’t invert from the weight and lose it (or have it pointing at you while you are occupado). The other is to unholster it and place it in the crotch of the descended pants.
Quick, handy, off-the-floor, hidden from the prying eyes of creepy neighbors.
I’d be interested if any readers have other solutions to this problem? (PLEASE – not too specific!)
|The Firefly/Serenity Cast|
My new shooting student from Saturday last has a fairly open schedule (as do I)
I’m on disability; he’s of independent means. I suggested we try the indoor range during the week, rather than on the weekend, fewer people, less distraction, etc.
I called yesterday AM to see if he was available and still interested, perhaps to hit the range today. (Not that I’m antsy, or anything?)
He does have plans today, but perhaps Wednesday afternoon, or Thursday morning?
One of his distractions, as I predicted, was because when he left Saturday afternoon, I loaned him both Firefly and Serenity!
He’d never heard of them, before, but, is a geek of the first order, and a conservative libertarian.
geek cult subculture icon missing from his life had to be rectified!
Perhaps he’ll be finished with them by Wednesday or Thursday…
(note to self – don’t loan Firefly/Serenity to shooting students, it distracts them from the task at hand.)
Theo Spark links to an interesting article that was somehow
ignored excluded edited -out misplaced by the mainstream media.
A Sheriff from Wyoming enforcing his jurisdiction over federal officers, and being agreed with in so doing by the federal court!
The court confirms and asserts that “the duly elected sheriff of a county is the highest law enforcement official within a county and has law enforcement powers EXCEEDING that of any other state OR federal official.” And you thought the 10th Amendment was dead and buried — not in Wyoming, not yet.
Hopefully, not in ANY other States, either!
Go. Read. Feel better about the pecking order. Political Vel Craft
h/t Theo Spark
As I have previously recounted some
accidental negligent discharge stories, I suspect I’ve fallen from sainthood.
(yeah, right, as if you thought that previously).
Safety reminders are always in fashion. One can’t be too safe. So, here goes…
I was too excited when I purchased the Bob Hall Signature Model. (in 1983).
A Colt National Match slide, over a Vega stainless steel frame. Bomar-sighted, Armand Swenson ambi-safetied, Micro-bushing. Assembled and tuned by a premier gunsmith. A state-of-the-art race gun, circa 1977.
There was only one issue. It appeared someone had tampered with trigger/sear mechanism, someone not the gunsmith. Bob denied culpability.
The trigger was/is, well, light. Crisp, but light. Maybe two-and-a-half pounds, on a bad day?
And, while I liked 1911s, I knew very little at the time of the manual of arms for such a pistol.
You can see this coming, can’t you?
Something I’d seen in TV and movies (there’s a lesson here-don’t learn from popular media) is that the non-magazine round, the one ‘up the pipe'(aka the Barney bullet), could be inserted individually, in lieu of from the magazine in normal operation.
WRONG, WRONG, WRONG.
I found out later, this is not proper handling, and is also very hard on the mechanism of the machine, like the extractor.
So, I’m sitting in my living room, at my faux-Steelcase desk, with the wife, watching TV. Miss Molly is back in her bedroom, sound asleep. All’s right with the World.
I had cleared my new pistol, and had been dry-firing her, and marveling at the light trigger.
Enough was enough for the night, so I decided to charge her up for her post in my nightstand.
Slide locked back, I manually inserted one round into the barrel, and released the slide stop.
The combat hammer followed the slide forward, struck the firing pin, and, the pistol fired.
Even though I was a neophyte 1911 idiot, thank GOD, I still followed the Four Rules. marginally.
When the slide dropped, the gun was in my right hand, pointing parallel to my chest, slightly downward.
If it had been at less of a downward angle, the round would have passed through the living room window, and across the street. Other homes and people lived there. This could have been problematic.
If it had been pointed a little more away, instead of parallel, the round could have shattered my left knee, as I was sitting with my legs crossed. My right leg is already messed up. This result would also not have been desirable.
My immediate reaction was to ask the wife if she were okay, then asked her to check on Molly. Both were okay. Molly hadn’t even awakened.
After I determined the wall and window hadn’t been breached (thank you God!) I started looking for the missing round.
Then, I noticed dripping fluid. White, dripping fluid!
The round had struck the front of the center drawer in the steel desk, and bounced around inside the drawer, decimating a few papers, and a bottle of White-Out, therein.
Ergo, desks bleed White-Out.
And, thankfully, nothing was seriously damaged, and no one hurt. I was extremely lucky.
A few years later, I sold the damaged, but now historic, desk, to J.R. at Phoenix Process Service.
I’m certain he still tells the story about the White-Out bleeding desk.
h/t Judy, Dave
I’ve been told patience is a virtue. Color me virtuous (not really, I’m lying!)
This morning finds me in a bad mood, augmented by the fact that BLOGGER doesn’t want to work – damn free software! – and even though my Internet connection seems medium-good, both Hotmail and Yahoo are slow and balking. Sunspots?
I know last week was International-Act-Like-A-Pirate Day, but AAARRRGGGHHH!
At times like this I try to channel the comedian Louis C.K., who made the observation about people who complain their flight is 20 minutes late, whining all the way into the plane.
“You’re in a barkalounger, flying at 30,000 feet and 600 miles-per-hour to your destination miles away! How miraculous is that? And you’re complaining about 20 minutes?!”
Not dissimilar from the clowns who whine when the electricity is off for 15 minutes, not observing it’s been on for their entire lives!
God, please grant me patience – and I want it right now!