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Legislators doing something RIGHT?

Two dozen House Republicans proposed legislation on Thursday that would allow off-duty and retired police officers to carry concealed weapons in school zones to help protection children from attacks.
Supporters of the Police Officers Protecting Children Act, H.R. 2541, say the bill would give schools the ability to seek this added layer of protection from random acts of violence, like the one that claimed the lives of 20 children last year in Newtown, Conn.
“This common-sense bill addresses a question on all of our minds: how do we keep our children safe?,” said Rep. Vicky Hartzler (R-Mo.), the lead sponsor of the bill. “These dedicated men and women of law enforcement should not be barred from providing an extra layer of security for our schools just because they are off the clock or have retired from active service to their communities.” . . .

Now it’s just another step to ‘qualified’ civilians (trained, armed, civilian security and licensed CCWers), then the States need to go Constitutional Carry.

I know, I’m dreaming again…

Of course, WHY must we continue to go to our elected officials, hat (holster)-in-hand as it were, begging to be able to exercise our natural rights?hat

h/t John Lott

“But It’s A DRY Heat!”

I’ve lived most of my life here in the desert.  I was born back East, but, my parents moved us out here when I was a pre-schooler.  I’ve visited my birth State a few times – it’s pleasant in the Summer, but horrible in the Winter. And the cultural/political attitudes, well…

Let’s face it, I’m a Desert Rat, and I like it, just fine.

When I was growing up here, we’d play outside all day, getting water from the garden hose, as needed.  And we sometimes got sunburned.  I remember walking home (a mile and a half) from the bowling alley with my friends, the day Neil Armstrong walked on the Moon.  I don’t remember the temperature, but it was mid-Summer.  100+ degrees, easily.  And, we didn’t care.

It’s gotten statistically warmer here as the years have progressed.  Not because of global warming, but because of the heat island effect – as the metro area grows, more concrete and asphalt.  And we feel the results.  My 60-year-old body isn’t as resilient as the high-schoolers who leisurely walked home in the Summer of ’69 to watch history being made.  I generally hobble from A/C unit to A/C unit.  It’s a way of life, here.

And, with the exception of government-produced town lakes (aka mosquito hatcheries), the humidity remains low.  7% yesterday.  I’d much prefer here to say Chattanooga in July – 95 degrees and 95% humidity.  There’s little oxygen in the air (it’s mostly water) and there’s a permanent wet stripe from your armpits to your squishy shoes.  I know, I’ve been there.

We reached 122 degrees here a few years ago.  It was 116 yesterday, 118 scheduled today.  This is the price we pay for shirt-sleeve Thanksgivings and Christmases.

But, it’s a DRY Heat!


h/t Brigid

It’s Biff Jannuzzi’s Birthday!


TODAY is my good friend Bernard ‘Biff’ Jannuzzi’s Birthday!

Radio Personality, published author, standup comic, libertarian and bon vivant!

He’s interviewed hundreds of people, including Col. Paul Tibbetts, Robert Conrad, Buzz Aldrin and Gavrilo Princip.

Okay, that last one is not true – they just share the same birthday!  I always tell him, “Happy Gavrilo Princip Day.  Take a shot at having a good one!”

(I know – I’m a sick puppy)

(If I could ONLY convince him to own a firearm and write a blog.  He’s written a book about his exploits in radio, a blog should be easy (?)  And a gun is a libertarian tool…


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(attn FTC – Mr. Jannuzzi gives me nothing save friendship.  Look elsewhere.)

Missing You Tube

For some unknown reason WordPress won’t allow me to post my daily You Tube video.

Every time I hit ‘save’. it deletes the entry.

I hate free, unresponsive software!  At least everything else worked (knock-on-wood)


Soapy Smith

Soapy Smith

One of the best-known con men of the American Old West, Smith established criminal empires in Colorado and Alaska. His nickname comes from his main scam, in which he duped townsfolk into thinking he was selling them soap cakes wrapped in money. His cronies in the crowd would then buy all of the money-wrapped cakes, leaving paper-wrapped soaps for everyone else. However, Smith’s seedy ways were his undoing, and he was shot in 1898 after stealing a miner’s gold. What were his last words? More…

h/t, RefDesk

Time for Guffaw-ing

Lots of serious s**t raining down of late.  Taking that in mind, here’s some funnies:

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Follow, Lead, Or Get Out of the Way!

Following, as it relates to a blog, is weird.  Of course, blogging unto itself is weird.

When I first began blogging, on the BLOGGER format software, I found there was a means by which a person could be alerted to a new blog post via their email.  Following.  And, after I changed over to WordPress, I noticed a similar function.

It was an amusing and interesting way a blogger can determine who likes what he shares, and enumerated those who do.  Ego gratifying – certainly.  Look!  I’ve another follower, today!

When I left the BLOGGER format, Guffaw in AZ had 48 followers.  Pretty cool for someone who had no expectation of an interested (or any) readership!  And most of these folks seemed to be fellow-travellers.  Like-minded folk – libertarians, gun guys (and gals).  People whose sense of humor was a little off (?)  But then I moved to WordPress.

WordPress bloggers seem to be a whole different animal.  Not all who came by to read and follow are like-minded travellers.  The protocol seems to be – pick up on a stray post, perhaps not the usual twisted, tin-foil hatted, armed kind, and based on that stray post alone, decide to follow me.

And have expectations of reciprocal following!  Look, I’m following you, you’d better follow me!  Some kind of schoolyard paradigm.

I don’t do that.  I prefer using my blogroll, blogs saved in my bookmarks and TGBBL as my guides.  And, I’ve lost some ‘fair-weather followers’ as a result.

I don’t care.

As of this writing, I’ve 140 followers!  I suspect about half of which are from my original blog – libertarians, carnivores, gun guys and gals, or folks leaning that way.  The others?  Perhaps tofu-ingesting statists?  I’ve no idea.

But, I’m still surprised.

Ayoob on Beck

Control_Glenn_Beck__Massad Ayoob gives his take on Glenn Beck’s new book, Control: Exposing the Truth About Guns

“We’re experiencing an epidemic of mass gun murders?” “No one needs a fast-shooting, high-capacity firearm?” Beck presents the solid statistics which show otherwise. “A gun in the home is 43 times more likely to kill the occupants than protect them?” Beck’s new work gives the best layman’s explanation I’ve yet seen as to why that figure,  from a deeply-flawed and long-discredited study, is totally bogus.

Go and read Mas entire assessment, then go read the book.  You won’t be disappointed – even if you find Mr. Beck a little histrionic on the tube.

FTC – neither Glenn Beck nor Massad Ayoob give me anything, now go away!

Set Your Watches…

idToday, at 1730 PM Eastern, the United States Senate is scheduled to vote on the ‘comprehensive’ NATIONAL I.D. CARD BILL!

CALL YOUR SENATORS, NOW!  And tell them how you feel.

(202) 224-3121

(Me?  I’ll be in my mud hut, adjusting my tin-foil hat)


THERE’S STILL TIME – CALL TODAY!  (Tuesday, June 25)

The Fable of the “Highway Patrolman” and The Lady

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.


‘Shooting Star’ stocks

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.

"Round up the usual suspects."

In Loving Memory…