Tomi (known to long-time blog readers here) recently posted her response to the Paris terrorist attacks on her blog.
To be fair, I was a bit surprised. After all, she is an admitted social democrat, who tends to lean left in her views on many things.
Here is her post, in full:
I have often felt like a voice crying in the wilderness, since September 11, 2001. I keep insisting that the “War on Terror” is a sham. You can’t wage “war” on religious fanatics who wear suicide bomb vests and shoot people at restaurants. Terrorism is a series of criminal acts done by those that have nothing to lose in this life, and everything to gain in the hereafter.
After nearly fifteen years of listening to this ridiculousness, and watching the US commit its worst crimes since the Native American genocide, I am ready to throw in the towel….kind of.
If we’re going to fight a “war” let’s make it a real one: State to State.
We KNOW where these terrorists get their money from: Saudi Arabia, Qatar, Kuwait, and the United Arab Emirates. They are, and always have been, the funders of Al-Qaeda, ISIS (ISIL, the IS, or whatever you want to call it) and all of their offshoots.
I am not saying anything we all already don’t know.
It is long past time to keep pretending these States are our allies. They are not and never have been.
Seize their financial assets. All of them. Tell them they will get their money back if and when all of their sponsored terrorism ceases.
It is time to stop all this double-dealing. They are not our friends or allies. They are our enemies, by any reasonable definition of the word.
These proxy wars have got to stop. If we’re going to expend blood and treasure, let’s at least do it honestly.
Of course, no one wants war (except, perhaps war profiteers and fanatics). But I understand her argument. The fact we both fight and simultaneously support so many of these nations smacks of that military-industrial complex President Eisenhower warned us about!
Let us not remain mired in brush-fire wars that have been plaguing us since Vietnam.
As Todd Beamer said on Flight 93, “Let’s roll!”
(from one of my favorite sites for such things Art of Manliness!)
Everything from tying a tie and shining shoes, to surviving a bear attack!
What every man should know (women, as well!)
I’ve not had a significant other (wife, girlfriend, etc.) for many years. :-( I’ve been fortunate that the last couple were interested in firearms and I was able to further educate them.
And both carried.
But, I saw a blog post on the Alien Gear Holsters Blog that caught my interest. And reminded me of some others I’ve known with less-than-interested significant others…
With regard to how informed the significant others should be, I’ve two tales of woe:
A student of mine who worked at TMCCC with me had a wife who was vehemently anti-gun. Before we met, he had talked her into allowing him to have a Glock 19 in their home. (unloaded and locked away, of course!) We were able to go out shooting a couple of times, and I was able to markedly improve his speed and groupings. Part of this involved what he referred to as his front sight epiphany! (finally understanding how focusing on the front sight versus the target was the correct method to shoot). He loved shooting, and became enamored with one of my AR-15 rifles.
You can see where this is going, can’t you? :-)
Another one of my students had become proficient in assembling AR-15s for a local rifle manufacturer (as a side job). He had also begun his own business to do the same.
And my student really wanted an AR-15!
Well, I connected the two of them, and a deal was made. The rifle was made and passed to my student in the TMCCC parking lot (carried under disguise of a blanket). Had we been discovered, both of us would have been undoubtedly fired, due to having a firearm on the premises. (This was a few years ago). But the exchange went fine.
Unfortunately, my student had been dishonest, as he neglected to tell his wife of the purchase!!
I disagreed with him, but, Hell, I wasn’t married to her.
He even kept the rifle bivouacked at a friend’s house (not mine), lest she fine out…
The morals and ethics in a marriage is for another blog post.
Ultimately, he was promoted, and had to move to Chicagoland, get a FOIA card (to get to keep his Glock), and was unable to take the rifle! My understanding is he visits her (the rifle) when he comes out to the Phoenix TMCCC office.
The other story is of another TMCCC student. We were good friends and coworkers, and again, his wife hated firearms. But, he started with a .357 Ruger revolver. Obtained his CCW permit and bought a 1911. And carried often, much to the consternation of his wife. But, he did obtain her permission.
Then, suddenly and unexpectedly, he died. In going through his things, his wife discovered a 12 gauge pump shotgun (of which she was unaware). She gave the revolver, the semiautomatic, and the shotgun to her son-in-law, who was a shooter.
Just to get them out of her house.
She received a call from a local gun store. A gun which he had ordered had just come in, all paid for. She called me, asking what she should do. I suggested as it was all paid for, she should pick it up and give it, too, to her son-in-law.
That she did.
Too bad she just couldn’t stand firearms – she would have had quite a little collection.
I suggested to her, if she ever changed her mind (now living alone, and all) I’d be happy to educate and train her in firearm safety and self-defense.
No call to date.
(FTC – Alien Gear, Glock, Ruger and Coonan gave me nothing! GO AWAY!)
So let me get this straight…
The INDIVIDUAL should have no power. The ‘Cult of the Individual’ is fallacious. Individual liberty is not the desired result. (Hillary Clinton, Bernie Sanders)
And all Property is theft. (Karl Marx)
Here in this Constitutionally-mandated Republic with a Bill of (Individual) Rights…
BUT, it is the inherent ‘goodness’ and power of the collective which we should seek.
THE STATE should have all the power. And property.
As they know best what is good for us. (To each, according to their need, yatta, yatta – Karl Marx)
And (eventually) when The State has achieved true equality for all people, it shall wither away.
It’s function is to ‘level the playing field’. (The President)
It takes a Village. (Hillary Clinton)
Now this collective is a group. A committee.
Made up of INDIVIDUALS.
How exactly does THAT work?
And what have we learned regarding committees?
Or perhaps I should say Comintern?
Whether or not you agree with Kevin’s technique from the USCCA, it IS important to remember:
Practice with the gun and holster you use, AND the clothing you normally wear.
If this technique doesn’t work for you, find one that does.
Practical practice makes perfect – or at least a better chance of survival.
(courtesy of Brock Townsend)
“SAVE A LIFE SURRENDER YOUR KNIFE!”
Many lives are affected as a result of knife crime in the UK each year.
In an attempt to raise awareness of the devastating impact of knife crime and to reduce the number of families affected, we’re campaigning for as many knives to be surrendered as possible. Knife bins will be located in cities around the UK and the British Ironwork Centre will be touring the country, speaking to young people and collecting knives from the streets.
All knives will be surrendered anonymously – no names will be taken, and there will be no CCTV cameras recording (Yeah, right – Guffaw).
Whatdya think they want to do the same thing here? With guns?
Oh wait, they do!
And how many criminals voluntarily give up their knives and guns?
No rush, I’ll wait for an answer…
Because everyone else over 2 years old knows!
h/t The Feral Irishman
We (here at our townhouses) have been hearing for some months now about ‘improvements’ to be made on the exterior (many at our expense) by the ‘maintenance’ folks, as ordered by the HOA (homeowner’s association).
FINALLY, they are getting to it.
And they gave us TWO DAYS NOTICE to make our yard ready for the incursion of workers, and loud noises, for up to SEVEN DAYS (beginning @ 0630) , including leaving our (broken) back gate unlocked (the one with a spring-loaded lock, making it virtually impossible to leave it unlocked), lest they hire a locksmith @ $75.00/hour to open it!
So, we spent three days moving the many potted plants – including cacti (and succulents), sized in pots 3 inch to 30 inch across, along with pavers, bricks, empty pots, yard ‘decor’, tools, and all manner of things adjacent to the North fence, so they can do their work.
J. had jury duty on the first day, so I did my part on my own, with painful results. It seems it’s preferential to wear my flat (normal) shoe in lieu of ED SULLIVAN (the really big shoe) when working physically on uneven dirt and gravel surfaces.
Lest I fall, which I did…
I careened forward, landing across some pots and pavers I had just stacked, bruising and scraping my right arm and knocking the pottery into a glass yard globe, which promptly shattered.
Fortunately, I didn’t propel forward enough to land on the glass!
THEN, I had glass to clean up!
Hopefully, this’ll all be completed soon (maybe they will fix the gate?) The arm is healing nicely, and additional pain meds are helping with the jarring of my skeleton and resulting muscle pains of physical labor.
It’s nice they chose frickin’ JULY and AUGUST to undertake these tasks, when DECEMBER would have been so much cooler!
(for those who missed this!)
The lovely and brilliant TAMARA takes the Internets, AGAIN! It seems some media fools were demonstrating how to use a portable fire extinguisher, when this exchange came about:
I am including in the dialogue the parts where I was yelling at the television. (Tamara)
Savannah Guthrie: “A lot of us are intimidated though, like, by the idea of turning it on…” *makes gestures and facial expressions as though she’s holding a well-greased and annoyed cobra at arms length*
Me: “Wut?” *tilts head on side like RCA Victor mascot*
Jeff Rossen: “I… I will tell you, I actually never used a fire extinguisher before and I thought there would be a kickback and I was afraid to use it…”
Me: (yelling) “OH. MY. GOD! It’s a fire extinguisher, you sackless herbivore! What are you afraid of, you big girl’s blouse?“
It had honestly never crossed my mind that a grown human being could feel an ounce of trepidation about a fire extinguisher. That’s like… I don’t know, being scared of pillows, or footstools, or filing cabinets. And whatever you call this bizarre phobia, two out of five Manhattanites on my TV screen just admitted to suffering from it!
I suspect said Manhattanites are ferried to work by limousine, and returned to their condos nightly under the watchful eyes of armed security. No wonder they scoff at those of us in fly-over-states who seek self-sufficiency and self-protection.
EVERYTHING IS DONE FOR THEM!
It’s as though they are AGE 5 !
BRAVA, once again! – all hail the Queen of Snark!
The victim in his 20s was hanging out with friends and “playing with a gun” at Jeremy Henwood Memorial Park — a park named after an SDPD officer gunned down in the line of duty in 2011 — when the weapon discharged and wounded his ankle around 1:45 p.m.
Imagery of drooling Pavlovian canines filled my brain.
What if the school were some appropriate distance or so away from a field, and hunters were legally bird hunting? (or some other comparison?)
BANG…lockdown, all clear…BANG…lockdown, all clear.
Of course, this was in CALIFORNIA!