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My roomie’s stepmom passed away a while back.  She was elderly and ill, and while it was expected, it was still sad.  Her father passed about eight years ago.

As my roomie is the only family member nearby, it’s fallen to her to coordinate all the moving and distribution of furniture, clothing and personal items.  Much of it is earmarked for specific relatives, and charities.  You see, the house has been sold and must be cleared out by 1 July.  And, I’ve been trying to help, as best I can.  The realty agent, who is a friend of my roomie’s, has been incredibly helpful in helping her disseminate stuff and trash.  Especially much of the physical stuff my roomie and I are too infirmed to accomplish.  Thanks, Brian!

And all three of us were at the house yesterday packing up stuff, and dividing it into respective destinations.  And the realty guy and I happened upon a box labelled containing an eight transistor radio (from the 60s?).  We removed the lid and found this:


We hurriedly removed this second lid and found this:

remington 51

A Remington Model 51, .32 ACP in almost pristine external condition!  These were built between 1917 and 1928, and while they are in a smaller cartridge, are known to be extremely accurate and eminently pointable.  She came with one magazine and a full complement of led ball ammo, and was in sore need of internal cleaning and lubrication.  We think she was built in the early 20s!

A little research determined the 51 was designed by John Pedersen, NOT John Moses Browning!  I was shocked.  After all, JMB is the preeminent designer of most firearms in the late 19th and into the 20th Century.

John Browning told Maj. Gen. Julian S. Hatcher of U.S. Army Ordnance that Pedersen “was the greatest gun designer in the world”.

High praise, indeed.

As my roomie is the only ‘gunnie’ member of her family, she’s a sweet addition to her collection.  Congrats!

Zimmerman and The Race Card

George Zimmerman

George Zimmerman

Well, at long last, the Zimmerman trial is set to begin in Florida.  You remember?  The White guy who killed an innocent Black youth for the crime of being Black?

That’s what the press told you, more or less.

Of course, none of us were there.  And, isn’t Justice alleged to be racially blind in this country?  That is, unless the press takes the tack that the assailant  victim was subjected to racial profiling.

Now it has come out that the defendant previously fought for racial justice causes.
Hardly a bigot.

And, this gem from Glenn Reynolds:

IF THE PRESS WERE PUSHING A ZIMMERMAN-VICTIMOLOGY STORY, would they be saying more about how a black/Hispanic male is being tried by a jury of (mostly white) women? Zimmerman, remember, is 1/4 black,making him blacker than Homer Plessy.

Regardless of the facts and evidence, it’ll be interesting to see if racial justice for Mr. Zimmerman is served.

If you don’t know Homer Plessy, here’s a link…

Good Fences make Good Neighbors

 Pathetic (c/o B. Townsend)

Senators on Tuesday rejected building the 700 miles of double-tier border fencing Congress authorized just seven years ago, with a majority of the Senate saying they didn’t want to delay granting illegal immigrants legal status while the fence was being built!  (emphasis Guffaw)

The 54-39 vote to reject the fence shows the core of the immigration deal is holding. The vote broke mostly along party lines, though five Republicans, including Sen. Marco Rubio and the rest of the bill’s authors, voted against the fence, and two Democrats voted for it.

Shocked, shocked I tell you!cap renault

More @ The Washington Times
h/t Brock Townsend

Remember Odette

Turk Turon reminds of a hero of a forgotten age.  A heroine?  The gender difference is hardly necessary or appropriate:

Odette Hallowes


She volunteered for war duty, put her three daughters into a convent school, and was infiltrated into France as part of the “Spindle” network on October 31, 1942.
On April 16, 1943 she was arrested by the Gestapo. Classified records released in 2003 indicate that her toenails were pulled out and she was branded with hot irons.
She refused to talk.
Odette was sent to Ravensbruck, the women’s concentration camp, for execution. She somehow survived the war and was awarded the George Cross.

Go to the link above, and read about this fantastic woman, her exploits and heroic character.

She passed away in 1995.  She deserves to be remembered.

“You have the right to remain silent…”

But not before they tell you you do!

WASHINGTON (AP) — The Supreme Court says prosecutors can use a person’s silence against them if it comes before he’s told of his right to remain silent.

Yep.  We live in the bizzaro world...


h/t The Reluctant Paladin

Potential for VOTER FRAUD ? – NAW !

From Fox News:

. . . The plot successfully faked names and signatures on both the Obama and Clinton presidential petitions that were used to place the candidates on the ballot. So many names were forged — an estimated 200 or more — that prosecutor Stanley Levco said that had the fraud been caught during the primary, “the worst that would have happened, is maybe Barack Obama wouldn’t have been on the ballot for the primary.” . . .

In court, former longtime St. Joseph County Democratic Chairman Butch Morgan, Jr. was sentenced to one year behind bars, and is expected to serve half that, as well as Community Corrections and probation. Former St. Joseph County Board of Elections worker and Democratic volunteer Dustin Blythe received a sentence of one year in Community Corrections and probation, which means no jail time. . .

AND, yesterday, the United States Supreme Court decided that Arizona elections officials violated federal law by requiring voter registrants to provide proof of United States citizenship when registering to vote (via the AZ Motor-Voter Law only).

So, in theory, this decision only affects those States that allow illegal aliens to possess Driver Licenses…

Think this’ll be a problem ?

NAW.  (I’m kidding)

“Pay no attention to the illegal voters behind the curtain of the voting booth!”


h/t John Lott

A Leather Bleg…

Or rather, a leather, plastic, rubber, Kydex or composite bleg.

My roomie recently acquired a SIG 1911.  With the 3.2 in barrel, night sights, and Nitron finish.  She does love her .45s.  Needless to say, I’m envioussig compact.But I also have been pressuring gently urging her to carry on her person, instead of with the satchel cum handbag cum tablet bag she usually uses.  Because sometimes, it’s just too damn heavy or inconvenient – or so I’m told.  And she’ll go places unarmed where she really shouldn’t.

But, she’s a female and, well, curvy, voluptuous, feminine in structure well-rounded .  And she rarely wears a pant belt.  And it’s many times too hot for a shoulder rig (which she does own).  When she does wear a belt, she especially likes the convenience and utility of the Yaqui Slide.yaqui

My bleg is this – does anyone make a Yaqui Slide designed for beltless wear?  Or could someone make one?  Or at least a beltless IWB for this weapon?

Designed with a female shape in mind?

Inquiring minds want to know.

Please respond in the comments or via email.  Thank you.

Father’s Day Courage

My Dad was a very complex individual.  He certainly had courage, but he had his unresolved fears, as well.  He had amazing will power, but not in all areas of his weaknesses.  Guess that’s why they’re weaknesses.

My Dad did a stint ‘working on the railroad’ back in the forties and fifties.  He was still living in Connecticut, and his father (the former Marine sharpshooter) was a Lieutenant in the NY,NH & H Railroad Police (The New York, New Haven & Hartford Railroad).  This was long before AMTRAK.

I’m certain, at least in part, my father obtained the RR police job through nepotism.  That doesn’t mean he wasn’t qualified, but getting a railroad job was exceedingly difficult.

One late night, he was on a platform awaiting another train’s arrival.  The platform was basically empty.  Suddenly, two drunken sailors appeared and approached my dad.  And proceeded to beat the living crap out of him.

As he told the story (being a macho former college football lineman) he tried to defend himself as best he could.  Have you ever been in a physical confrontation?  Against multiple assailants?  It can’t be easy, given just one can be problematic.  And these two guys were fit Navy guys.

Ultimately, he found himself down on his hands-and-knees, covering his face and eyes with his hands, and his ribs with his arms, while being kicked by two men.  At least one had brought him into that position by kicking him in the crotch.

And there he was, awaiting death.  And appealing to God to give him the strength to survive.

Suddenly, there was a break in the pain and nausea, and he lunged sideways, tackling one of his assailants.  After banging his head on the platform (I assume multiple times), he faced the second sailor.  He threw him off the platform and down onto an empty track.

Then he somehow made his way to a railroad room where he could lock himself away.  There was no such thing as instant communication and backup in those days.

After returning to work, he found out two sailors had reported having been assaulted on the platform.  One with a concussion, the other a broken back!  No one connected my father to the injuries.  Or at least tried to make the connection.

A couple years later, I was born.

Fast-forward about 20 years after that, my Dad was officiating a Pop Warner football game.  And one of those events that seems to be more common these days occurred.  Some kiddie-footballer’s dad took offense to a call and began physically attacking the officials!  And a melee ensued.  Fans and officials fighting all over the field!   A buddy of my father’s, another official, was being choked by one of the irate fan fathers.

And, here comes my Dad, 20+ years after the sailor fight.  He was able to pull the attacker off his friend, and then was blindsided by a second idiot, having his eyeglasses broken for the effort.  He was obviously much older and overweight.  The end result was three crowd members were arrested, fortunately, no officials.  And no serious injuries.

My dad’s friend presented him with a trophy, a football in a kicking tee with a plaque reading COURAGE.

He certainly had that.  And he left us way too young.

He died six years before Molly was born.  He would have revelled in her.

I no longer have my Dad, nor my daughter.  I still have the trophy, somewhere.

Mannix II

I’ve not been a credit card fraud investigator since January 2009.  And I’ve not been licensed private investigator since September 1986.

Much of what I used to do was classic, old-school.  A 35mm camera with a motor drive and a telephoto lens.  Driving from government building to government building.  Paying for hard copies of reports, photos, assessor and court records.  And what was provided wasn’t always clear.

Now, much of this information is made available online.  Usually for a fee.  The problem with the new found technology is many times one doesn’t know how old it is.  Or how valid it is.  Has the information been updated, but that information isn’t reflected in the database?

Sometimes, you need to go to the place.  And stand in line.  And pay a fee.

However, modern technology is amazing.

After jumping through a few free hoops on line, I can now (as if I’m going to these places, anymore) utilize my Smartphone, scan the document (plat book, fiche reader, computer screen or take a picture) sharpen the image for clarity sake, save it on my phone, AND transmit it wirelessly to my home printer for hard copy purposes.


SURE, they develop this AFTER I retire…

Where was this technology when I was wearing out tires and shoes?  And paying fees?

“Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in!”

(Michael Corleone – Godfather III)

Siddhartha reminded me (by commenting on recent post) about the seduction of certain foods and chemicals.  Drugs – certainly.

Coffee – the low end of the speed spectrum, I grant you – George Carlin

Some years back, I was on a ‘health food’ regimen.  The specifics aren’t important, but one of the many things I denied myself (after years of thoroughly enjoying it) was caffeine.

Withdrawal was, what’s the quaint phrase?  Hell-On-Wheels.

But after about six week of withdrawing from pretty much everything I liked, I suddenly awakened feeling better.  And speaking of awakening, I slept like a rock, no interruptions, and awakened refreshed and energized!

This was not the insomnia-ridden, no-bladder-control, wake up tired experience I was used to!

And it was marvelous.  For a few years.

But, all good things must come to an end.  One of the things I’d NOT denied myself was television.  And with television came commercials.  With all her sexy, image-laden taunts of cheeseburgers, doughnuts, steak, ribs, french fries, and pizza.  And most importantly coffee and soda.

And soon I had another troop of chemically-laden, empty-caloried monkeys on my back!  Caffeine (and other things) in all her glory.

I’ve been thinking about giving it up again.  At least the caffeine.  Certainly all the diet soda I consume cannot be healthy for me.  (Not to mention the chemicals).

But, not today!


God give me chastity.  But don’t give it yet – Saint Augustine

(Now, seriously – where else will you see images of The Godfather and St. Augustine in the same essay?)

"Round up the usual suspects."

In Loving Memory…