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!
Yatta, yatta, yatta.
One of my favorite bloggers, wirecutter, gives us his take on the Supreme Court failing to follow through with their own decisions.
This week the Supreme Court passed up an opportunity to get the government out of the bedroom. Counterintuitively, the case involved an ordinance adopted by the famously tolerant and progressive city of San Francisco just eight years ago.
The puzzle is solved when you learn that the ordinance deals with guns, tools for exercising a constitutional right that is decidedly unfashionable in the City by the Bay. By declining to hear the case, the Supreme Court, which in 2010 affirmed that the Second Amendment binds states and cities as well as the federal government, undermines that principle, suggesting that the right of armed self-defense is constrained by local sensibilities.
San Francisco’s ordinance, enacted in 2007, requires that handguns kept at home be “stored in a locked container or disabled with a trigger lock” except when they are being carried. As the six residents challenging the ordinance pointed out in their petition asking the Supreme Court to consider the case, that requirement means “law-abiding individuals must render their handguns inoperable or inaccessible precisely when they are needed most, whenever they are not physically carrying them on their persons—including when they are asleep in the dark of night.”
My solution? A.C.E. ALWAYS CARRY EVERYWHERE
And let the constabulary try to figure out how they are going to determine the gun in your hand whose muzzle (flash) they are seeing when they breach your door wasn’t worn by you to bed!
And vote those anti-rights bastards out at the soonest possibility!
And change the stupid law.
ASM826 (who continues to write on the Borepatch blog! :-)) has written a couple of recent posts regarding fighting back.
I commented on one that ‘we’ have been taught for a couple of generations now to NOT fight back.
Making most of society sheep to the f’ng slaughter!
I had a recent conversation with a female friend in Chicago who has enough infirmities to make me appear as a decathlete! She used to work physical security back-in-the-day at TMCCC (pre-infirmities).
And we discussed about how, if there had ever been an assault on the TMCCC building (people did fire guns at it, and one of the 911 terrorists did live across the street while taking flight training. This is a
credit card company collections facility, after all.) there were a number of us who would have been advancing toward the threat instead of hiding under our desks, waiting to die.
It’s how we were wired. Security, former cops and military, people who felt they had the duty to do something!
What if students had rushed the Columbine guys en masse, or the church shooter? Or thrown books and chairs, as the ASM826 post suggests?
Certainly, running openly against an armed assailant will probably get you shot or stabbed, but in a group assault response? A superiority of numbers?
Of course, if someone possessed a firearm and knew how to use it...
Sometimes, violence IS the answer.
While the young sheep were under their desks.
“An unarmed man can only flee from evil, and evil is not overcome by fleeing from it.” – Jeff Cooper
I always wanted a Rolex™.
When I was newly married (and quite cash poor) I used to moon at the jeweler’s window in the Christown Mall, eying the Oyster Perpetual (in stainless or course, the lowest rung). I think they wanted $350 for it!
Might as well have been 10 million!
Of course, this lust was because of my following of the tales of James Bond. Since the 7th Grade. Both the films and the books. (Hint – the books are superior!)
When I became an adult, the lust continued. And I never cobbled together enough funds to acquire one.
(I toyed with buying a knock-off on the Internet once, but it was Chinese, and I couldn’t bring myself to do it!)
Then I read a story.
Some guy was flying first class, and happened to be seated next to a well-appointed businessman. They got to talking, and it turned out the business guy was the president of Rolex!
So, in the name of polite conversation, the other guy asked, “How’s the watch business?”
The response? “I’ve no idea – I’m in the luxury business!”
And, as a (somewhat) responsible adult, I always chuckled at the idea of a British intelligence agent either buying or being issued such an expensive timepiece. Certainly not to keep undercover?
Then, Stormbringer gave me the answer!
(You have to click on the watch to see it!)
Inside your home…in your yard…on the street…
You got the drop on him (them) and they acceded to your demands, dropped their weapons
Do you have a PLAN? Coordinated with your family members? Who is going to be where? Who is calling the police?
You are in your pajamas and barefoot. How will you identify yourself to the police when they arrive?
OR WILL YOU BE SITTING HANDCUFFED ON THE KERB NEXT TO THE FELONS WHILE THE POLICE SORT THINGS OUT?
My point is simply this – HAVE A PLAN! For inside your home and yard. Coordinated with family, and perhaps even neighbors/block watch folks.
AND, if you get the drop on an armed robber out on the street, how do you expect to control them while you call the police? Is there a kidnapping and false imprisonment charge in your future?
We’re told by the experts to plan what to do if an armed robber goes up to the cashier at the Denny’s where we are sitting.
There should be a plan already thought out for the aftermath. EVEN IF NO ROUNDS ARE DISCHARGED.
Being an armed citizen is more of a responsibility than just carrying a gun.
My friend Tin Can Assassin of NINE POUND SLEDGEHAMMER took the Internet with this one:
Trash is trash, doesn’t matter what color you are. Quality is quality, doesn’t matter what color you are.
This is the middle of an analysis of the recent unpleasantness in Baltimore and elsewhere, wherein it seems people are responding to real and imagined wrongs by violence and destruction.
You really should go and read the whole essay!
such persons existed!
A friend of a friend recently contacted my friend regarding retail values of some of the firearms he owned. It seems he was a little short and wanted to make some quick cash.
This friend was referred to ME, as I’ve been around firearms most of my life, have owned and shot them. And even sold then retail, and privately. It was thought I might have some idea.
(Now comes the weird part)
This gentleman is a professional, well-educated in his field. Not some idiot.
But, not only did he have no idea how to search the Internet for possible values on many of the firearms he wanted to sell he had no idea what models he owned!
“Yeah, it’s a Smith & Wesson revolver, but as to caliber, model, finish, frame size, I’ve no idea!”
This made making an estimate difficult over the telephone. It was the same way for the Colts, the AR-15, and a number of others.
I just thought most gun owners would be into their firearms enough to have some clue as to specifics(?) Obviously not.
I guess it’s like car guys. I know I have an Olds 6-cylinder. But cubic inches, etc., I’ve no idea. And some guys like Scotch – but don’t know single malt from chocolate malt!
I can look it up on the Internet, however!
(And, yes, he did sell them! Don’t ask. If only I’d had some money…)