Orlando, Florida – (in)famous for it’s theme parks – has added yet another.
But this is not in the Disney Family…
Shooting simulation experiences start are $30 but tickets to shoot real weapons start at $99 and up depending the type of gun you choose to shoot.
“A traditional bulls-eye is our most popular target followed by Osama bin Laden.” – Dan Shalloway, owner of Machine Gun America
Frankly, I like the inclusion of the word FIRST in the article’s title.
(And NO, FTC, they didn’t give me anything to post the article.)
h/t Doc in Yuma
I posted a few days ago regarding losses – specifically the loss of my daughter, and a good friend’s loss of most of his lower left leg and foot.
Hardly an upbeat read.
However, Life is not just loss. Life also gives us lessons!
Since I heard from my good friend Bob regarding his diabetic amputation surgery, I’ve tried to contact him. We exchanged texts initially a couple of times, and he advise me he would call.
I feared the worst.
So, I took it upon myself to call him. Not to incessantly badger him (thinking he was busy enough) but once a week, just to check-in on him and his condition. And attitude.
And I ended up leaving messages. And this concerned me.
Bob returned yesterday’s message last night. I needn’t have been concerned.
Bob – (my former PI and gun store boss) was in great spirits! YES, he did lose his left foot and about 12″ of lower leg. And yes, he has a long, painful recovery and rehab ahead.
But he was not only doing physically well – he was doing well emotionally and spiritually, too!
Now, Bob would be the first to tell you he is not a religious guy. And not the most spiritual. But he almost lost his life to sepsis, and took his survival to mean he is supposed to remain here a while longer.
And not wallow in his losses.
He is fortunate to have the great support of his wife and two daughters. And his brother. And he reminded of previous losses and near-death experiences he has suffered.
AND HE SEES THIS AS YET ANOTHER CHANCE TO REDEEM HIMSELF!
Or, in the words of his parents (both deceased), “Put on your big boy panties and get on with it!”
And his is and has.
And, he reminded me (indirectly) that I have similar lessons. I, too, have had losses, and near-death experiences. And I have wallowed. Or more specifically whined.
I might lose some benefits. So what? Big boy panties are available for the wearing.
Bob has set an example for me to try and emulate.
From the CONCLUSION:
Accordingly, the Court DECLARES that 18 U.S.C. § 922(a)(3), 18 U.S.C. § 922(b)(3), and 27 C.F.R. § 478.99(a) are UNCONSTITUTIONAL, and Defendants are ENJOINED from enforcing these provisions. The Court will issue its final judgment separately.
SO ORDERED on this 11th day of February, 2015.
[Emphasis in the original]
Courtesy of Not Clauswitz et al
In English – Non-residents may now purchase firearms in Texas, and presumably anywhere else it is legal.
Could removal of ridiculous restrictions on citizens BE any cooler? – Chandler Bing
Of course, this was from a federal district court. And as the bloggers above suspect, until there is an edict from the BATFE, I don’t see much of this kind of activity.
I see a Supreme Court battle in our future.
Rodrigo Kazuo and Meg Perret found their classroom environment at Berkeley hostile, even when their professor was lecturing on Karl Marx (!), because the Western canon is exclusively composed of works by dead, white, European males, not a single person of color or transgendered individual makes the cut.
Because a majority of founders of Western thought were gay, Black women…
BTW, have you noticed more ‘persons of color’, homosexual, transgendered or perhaps gender-confused folks in your favorite television shows of movies?
NOT THAT I CARE, PARTICULARLY.
I remember my Father (who had some bigotry issues) railing against the infusion of Black folks in 60’s and 70’s TV in much the same way. He said it was much the same in the 40’s and 50’s with Jewish people. They went from being 3% of the population, to a significant minority of those in entertainment media. (He, of course, forgot that the only work many Jewish folks could get was in the entertainment field!)
And it was much the same with Black folks. 13% of the population, but represented numerically larger in the entertainment media in the 70’s.
NOT THAT I CARE, PARTICULARLY.
My questions are these: Does the actor bring quality to the role, or further the plot? Or were they just added because of political correctness?
And now we have this infusion of gay/transgender etc. folks. Some are quite entertaining, but in my humble opinion, some are just over-the-top. And included for shock effect and/or political correctness.
Which does a disservice both to them in their sexuality or color, and to the audience by their inclusion for political reasons.
Stepin’ Fetchit meet Myra Breckenridge.
Don’t get me wrong, there are some folks I find clever, and entertaining, regardless of ethnicity or bent. Others are just plain annoying. I won’t give you specifics – you probably have your own.
A couple generations ago, Black people were largely invisible, or stereotyped, and gays (etc.) were just flamboyant characters. No mention was made of their sexuality.
But now it seems we’re out of the box, for certain.
There’s a popular cable series about polygamy.
What’s next, pedophilia and bestiality?
Where do we go from here?
We should be inclusive of different cultures and sexuality. As long as it reflects percentages and social mores.
Of course, I’m a libertarian. (Until mandated) I can always change the channel.
I also love to hear when they are still alive, and kicking! So often when I hear about them, it’s in an obit, or an almanac mention of years ago, when they passed young.
Then, last night I came across THIS on Facebook:
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you a birthday photo (yesterday, with cake) of LARRY STORCH at age 92 (today)! Those unfamiliar with Mr. Storch by name might remember Corporal Agarn in F-Troop, or the Maharishi presiding over the funeral in Blake Edwards’ S.O.B., or a wonderfully inept criminal in an episode of the Alfred Hitchcock Hour. Or the voice of Mr. Whoopee in his life long friend Don Adams’ cartoon Tennessee Tuxedo.
So glad you are still with us, Larry! And such a rich life…(link)
…or at least from friends and family! :-)
Whenever I get a windfall, I usually spend it on bills. Or necessities. Groceries. Or one of those things, and perhaps a meal out.
This year, I did get a gift card or two, and some actual cash. Not a lot, but more than I had previously(!) I am blessed.
Instead of buying my annual collection of diabetic socks, or having a new edition of ‘Ed Sullivan’ (the really big shoe) built up, I opted for something a bit more frivolous.
Some time back, my roommate J gave me her old computer tablet. It worked for about four months, when the on-off switch went South. A common occurrence in this model, I’m told. Also $200 to repair! For a now three-year-old tablet.
For Christmas I bought myself an inexpensive, more up-to-date 9″ computer tablet! With Android KitKat 4.4!
It doesn’t have very good cameras (I have a cell for that!), and it’s not bluetooth compatible, but it’s MINE! Much lighter weight than the hand-me-down, fast, and with a quad processor.
Sadly, it’s of PRC manufacture.
But, with my gifts, I only had to pay the $7.98 for one day Amazon shipping! I figure, if it breaks in a week, I’ve had a new tablet for eight bucks!
Of course, as with buying a new gun, there are always tertiary accessories needed. A screen protector and protective case! (ordered this afternoon)!
I’m in whine mode.
(I know I said at the outset that I wouldn’t use this weblog for therapy, but, hell, it’s my blog, so here goes…)
Why? Not only do I not have any funds to get neat presents for friends and family, but, I’ve no one with whom to share the non-materialistic parts of the holidays. One terrific couple I know gifted me with a cool assortment of cheeses and beers (including Lindeman’s raspberry ale!), and all I could give them in response was a small bag of garlic goldfish.
Hardly an even trade.
I love my sister and her kids, and her kid’s kids dearly, but going to a family celebration alone with certain people in absentia is always painful.
Now it’s the downhill slide from the New Year, to Molly’s birthday, to the anniversary of the accident, in March.
We’re told the best way to get out of this kind of funk is to create a gratitude list. So here goes…
I’ve a roof over my head, and a working car. Thanks to my friends! I’m on Medicare. I’ve disability benefits, which, while in no way am I rich, I can buy food, gas, and pay rent. I’ve a select group of friends, both locally and on the Internet, who help out whenever they can. Many of these friends have gone above and beyond – for years – when I am unable to give back in kind.
This must mean something.
I’m disabling comments for this post. Because, in lieu of giving me an Internet “there-there”, or a virtual hug (or a kick in the pants), please stop for a moment and create your own gratitude list.
The Duck muses she might be a Russian anti-aircraft gun(?)
All I know is I want one…
h/t Maddened Fowl
It’s been awhile since we GUFFAWED, so here goes…