I remember a time, when, rightly or wrongly, the good guys carried revolvers, and the bad guys carried semiautomatics.
The meme was semis were finicky, and revolvers worked every time. Reloading speed was not a big consideration.
And the .357 was KING!
Time marched on, as it is want to do, and semis became more reliable, and the Miami FBI shootout occurred, and the good guys began looking into semis an an option.
And there was the development of 10mm, and .40 S&W, and the invention of Glock and her offspring.
And the meme changed.
Now, today, as shown at this years S.H.O.T. Show, a bit of a reversal.
The Kimber K6
A stainless steel six-shot snubbie, in .357 Magnum(!) with no MIM parts! Made in the U.S.A. And weighing the same as the venerable S&W 640.
It appears the meme has been tweaked by the increase in civilian CCW folks!
Who could have guessed?
FTC – I’ve not owned or shot this revolver, nor has Kimber given me anything.
h/t Mad Ogre
Bayou Renaissance Man recently regaled us with a story, and a photo:
Now and again commercialism gets so weird that it jumps the shark. I think that’s just happened (or is that ‘happened again’?) in the shooting sports. 5.11 Tactical, an otherwise respected producer of so-called ‘tactical’ clothing and related products, has announced at the 2016 SHOT Show that it’s developed – wait for it – ‘Raven Range Capri‘ trousers for women, which have instantly (and inevitably) become known as ‘Tactical Yoga Pants’.
The funniest thing about them, to my mind, are the comments left by readers at The Firearm Blog. Here’s one exchange.
- I weigh about 280 lbs. I think these might have a slimming effect on me and be quite stylish at the range.
- HAHAHAHA… does the term TMI mean anything to you??? just kidding dude…
- TMI or BMI??
- You go, um, guy. You go.
- Not to be critical but I think you would exceed the maximum tonnage limit.
There are many more at the link. Click over there for a good laugh.
Of course, this isn’t the only time 5.11 Tactical have produced something, shall we say, ‘tongue in cheek’. A couple of years ago they came out with the ‘Tactical Duty Kilt‘. I particularly enjoyed the fact that it was available in ‘tactical’ sizes up to the mid-50’s . . . which would indicate (a lack of) fitness and physical dexterity that’s anything but tactical!
(Yes, I do own a ‘Tactical Duty Kilt’. My wife insisted I had to buy one for the sheer hilarity of it. No, I won’t post a picture!)
While I can appreciate both the sentiment and the photograph, I do fear many of the potential customers will not come close to resembling the model above.
I own a 5.11 shirt (long-sleeve, O.D. green in color) which is of fine construction and quality. It was a Christmas gift. (5.11 gave me nothing, FTC!)
Thank you, Peter, for the Rule 5 moment. Or perhaps multiple moments…
When I was visiting my Sister on Christmas Eve (accompanying my ex-wife, who is close with my niece and grand-nieces. Yeah, it’s weird, sometimes!) my ex told me she had been visiting earlier that day with her (deceased) youngest brother’s children. One of whom had a child, who married someone already with a child.
So, they are a step-parent, and by extension, I found out I am a great, great uncle!
Now I’m not particularly close to these folks, and don’t know over half of them, so my social obligation is limited.
But the label! And the fact it’s 2016! That makes me….(carry the one)….(removes sock to count toes)….going to be sixty-four this November!
And my ex already took note that I am graying (Thanks, M!)…
But, I am grateful for all I do have, and the fact I am on this side of the dirt nap.
So there’s that.
Tempus Fugit, my friends.
The third rock from the Sun has gone ’round yet again. And it’s reportedly now 2016!
Happy New Year?!
I must report, not much has changed for me in the past 365 days, save increased age and perceived infirmity.
Same (low) disability income, same crummy car, same rental room.
BUT, I continue to have friends and family, who support me spiritually, morally, and sometimes even financially!
And that has made all the difference!
My thanks to you all – you know who you are.
Who knows? Perhaps this year will be even better?
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
My roommate and I differ slightly in which movies we like to watch to commemorate the holidays.
My roommate likes everything Christmas, especially SANTA CLAUS related. The three Santa Clause films (Tim Allen), Miracle On 34th Street (two versions), It’s A Wonderful Life, Holiday Inn, White Christmas, The Bishop’s Wife – you name it, we’ve (I’ve) been
subjected relegated thoroughly enjoyed them over the past week or so. Some multiple times.
On DVD or BluRay, in Stereo High Fi…
Don’t get me wrong. I like some of those, in small doses. Some even get me a little misty…
But over-and-over tends to be a bit much. (Sorry J.)
I blame commercial television. Most networks essentially shut down production for the holidays, having fall or winter finales, promising new shows in February!
And giving us fewer choice in the likes of reruns, cartoons and the stuff enumerated above for our viewing pleasure.
It’s like Steve Martin said. 127 channels and nothing’s on.
For television addicts like me, it’s dire.
But, I found a way to counteract the Christmas movie doldrums. I’ve included in the DVD rotation, Lethal Weapon and Die Hard!
As was recently stated on Facebook, it isn’t really Christmas until Hans Gruber is seen falling from Nakatomi Plaza!
Merry Christmas to all you movie fans like me out there…
Well, TWO of them, in fact! One, who was doing the same job as me, the second, our department’s boss.
Being a firearms trainer certified by the NRA and AZ DPS CCW trainers, I always felt that the more people I could train, the better!
Guy #1 was a Big, Black Man. He’d been a football player in college and a weight lifter. While he no longer played ball, he continued to lift. Often and well. We became friends over discussions of political conspiracies.
When I knew him, he’d complain about walking through the mall (our offices were then above a shopping mall) and folks parting like the Red Sea in front of him. He referred to himself (and others like him) as BBMs – Big, Black Males. And said BBMs had problems, as people viewed them as Big, Angry, Black Men.
Which he wasn’t.
ANYWAY, we met one day with a couple other (White) guys from work at a local, indoor range for familiarization and fun. I brought a bunch of guns and ammo (this was when I had such) and spent most of my time instructing versus shooting. Which was okay.
My BBM friend shot about 20 minutes, then left. I’d given him rudimentary instruction, but he just wasn’t into it. It seemed he’d been partying the night before, got home late, and was somewhat hung-over. He mumbled something about liking to get a Tek-9 and left.
I’m guessing the concussive sounds of gunfire were a bit much for him. :-)
I never did find out if he bought a firearm.
Guy #2 was our boss, in charge of our department. He was NOT a BBM. (A SBM – Slight Black Male?) He’d been in the Army, and had some familiarity with firearms. He lived alone, was smaller, and had a small dog. I knew little more of his personal life, but if one could label him, he might be metrosexual(?)
And he wanted a handgun for self-protection. Seems he’d had a few run-ins with Angry, White bigots.
So, Guy#2 and I met for familiarization and lessons, probably 12 sessions, at the same indoor range. After he’d tried a few of my handguns, he settled on purchasing a Glock 26. And became quite accurate @ 15 yards! And I arranged a deal for him at the gun store where I had worked part time.
Sadly, my pain levels were increasing, particularly when standing. (This was before I was diagnosed a diabetic.) And I had to beg off giving more lessons.
At least he paid for the ammo and range time!
Race never entered into it (for me, anyway).
I’ve trained Black guys, White guys, women, children…I think one guy was Latino(?) No Asians as of yet…
EVERYONE should know how to defend themselves, and have the means.
It is our Right. ALL of ours!
I’ve posted before about my childhood foray in legerdemain. Magic. Sleight-of-hand. Conjuring.
While I enjoyed a certain status in my childhood neighborhood – performing at kid’s birthday parties, and all – it was a lonely proposition. There were no other kids nearby who loved magic as I did. Of course, this was pre-Internet. And I was too young to drive and go into Phoenix to the Rabbits In Our Hats Club.
The Summer between junior high and high school my leg disability developed. Crutches and a leg brace for a year. And I missed my first semester of high school as a result. I was hanging around the neighborhood a lot, including my friends – most of whom were younger than I.
And something magical happened. We formed a magic club!
Looking back, it might have been because I was the oldest and that was my thing, but who knows?
THE MYSTIC CRYSTAL—– The guy in the tux is Guffaw!
We named it THE MYSTIC CRYSTAL. The name gleaned from the song Aquarius lyrics ♫Mystic Crystal revelations…♫.
Jim, his younger brother John, John’s best friend Steve, and, later, David M and Ken.
There was a constitution, officers, dues, meetings, a newsletter and food!
Our officer’s titles all were prefaced with the beginning The Great Almighty (in an effort to resemble a men’s lodge or secret society). I.E. the treasurer was The Great Almighty Keeper of the Dough! :-)
We met monthly, rotating through the respective member’s homes.
Practicing magic, hanging-out, BS-ing, eating food, talking about girls. Sometimes (if a piano was present) David M. would play for our amusement. We made a club sign, silk-screened t-shirts (which we erroneously called bowling shirts) and spent much time goofing-off.
And we attended the annual International Brotherhood of Magicians chapter banquet.
And we would discuss and plan our first magic show, at length.
But we never performed, as a club!
Some of us did some charity shows; some made a few bucks semi-pro.
But we just never got around to performing as a group. Certainly family and school activities took precedent.
Upon reflection, I, for one, continue to be astounded that all of our parents allowed us to get together, monthly, often on a school-night, to eat snacks and goof around as only boys in junior high and high school can!
I guess they saw it as harmless fun, versus popping our collars, wearing leather jackets and smoking cigarettes on the corner until all hours of the morning.
The club lasted from 1966 to 1971. And we all eventually went our separate ways. College, marriage, children, divorce. Life.
Afterward, Ken did perform for a few years professionally as a clown! At least one of us made the cut…
(from the lovely, talented, and geekily knowledgeable Roberta X, in part…)
Everyone running for the Democrat nomination wants to turn a large number of gun-owning citizens into some kind of Federal criminal, with the only question being, “felon or malefeasant?” But only one of them has hands-on experience in the kind of police-state tactics it would take to make that work, and in making them palatable to a population of people who could reasonably be expected to be skeptical.
Meanwhile, most of GOP’s hot prospects are sellin’ various flavors of Return-to-Jesusland* and shippin’ out the Dangerously Brown (a difficult trick — y’know how there are so many guns in the U.S. that no power could ever grab ’em all? Imagine if those guns had volition didn’t want to be found…). I’ll grant that there are serious, good reasons — including humanitarian ones — for a more secure and better-patrolled border; it’s this business of plannin’ to comb through the population and root out a “dangerous element” often referred to as “parasitic” that stinks on ice to me — and it should to you, too. Do you recall what kinds of societies had any success at that kind of thing? Do you realize what it takes to make it work? (Ahem, “Papers, please?”) Did you sleep through World History class?
This is one of the lousiest candidate pools I have ever seen. Mr. Bloomberg is the worst of them — worse than Mr. Sanders, worse than Mr. Trump. If he enters the race, I may have to vote in the Democrat primary just so I can vote against him.
* Except this country never was. The American Revolution can be cast as a kind of dialogue between the Enlightenment/Age of Reason ideas that pushed it and the Great Awakenings that bookended it. From that angle, the Establishment Clause of First Amendment represents a brilliantly common goal: neither party was desirous of a State church. Thus the United States was explicitly made a safe place for believers and nonbelievers of every stripe. This is a delicate balance and has been maintained with varying degrees of elegance and civility though the years. We should fear any politician who feels a mandate to Do Good — especially if he or she believes it was granted by Divine authority.
There’s really nothing further to say on this subject.
Via comment by Anonymous on Confederate flag prompts school lockdown: Student (SERIOUSLY? – Guffaw)
A good man who posted many Confederate pieces. He left us way too soon and may you rest in piece, brave warrior.
Yankees respected Confederates. Why must we despise them today?
Back in 2006, my wife and I went to a friend’s house to watch Oscar De La Hoya fight Ricardo Mayorga for the World Boxing Council light–middleweight boxing championship. My wife was unfamiliar with professional boxing and was taken aback by the trash talking between the two foes, which HBO recapped during the intro to the show. “You’re going to be my bitch in my bed anytime I want you,” was one of Mr. Mayorga’s more printable insults.
Mr. De La Hoya won handily with a 6th round TKO, to the delight of many fans and my wife as well.
But, to her surprise, the fighters embraced after the fight and appeared to let bygones be bygones.
“You are a great fighter, a great champion,” Mr. Mayorga said. “I apologize for everything I said to you.”
How, she wondered, could everything be so easily settled?
The fact is, settling grievances through combat is pretty common. Kids at schools everywhere still “take it outside” and are often friends afterwards. Fighters in the boxing ring, the UFC, and other combat sports routinely find their grievances settled after a fight.
This is sometimes referred to as “the warrior’s ethic.” If a problem can’t be talked out, it can be settled by combat, often followed by mutual respect between winner and the loser.
David Yeagley, who spoke several times at American Renaissance conferences, was a Comanche activist who understood the warrior ethic:
While I believe in ‘The Warrior Ethic’, I do not believe it applies in all combat.
If someone was trying to relieve me (or my family and friends) of Life or Property, for example. Assuming we survive, and the miscreants are in handcuffs, being prepared for extraction to the local jail (or hospital), I would have no thought of shaking their hands and exclaiming “good try”, or some other nonsense.
And certainly, those who are trying to relieve us of our Liberty deserve no ‘civil handshake’ after the ‘festivities’ have ended.
These are not hockey matches.
And, I don’t expect a handshake from the Gestapo as the boxcars pull out of the station…
h/t Brock Townsend
Back-in-the-day, in a previous lifetime, I was married. And, ‘the wife’ and I, like most young married folk, were poor.
NOT living on the street-out-of-dumpsters poor, but we weren’t yuppies…
And we spent much of our free time off together window shopping. We would adjourn to one of the nicer malls and walk around, people watching, and looking agog at the clean, shiny goods in the various stores.
Most ALL of which we couldn’t afford. It was cheap entertainment.
Now, here it is 35-ish years later. I’m divorced (although my ex-wife lives about 1/4 mile N.E. of me, and we remain friends). And walking long distances on tiled concrete is not something my legs and feet tolerate very well.
SO, as with many other things, I ‘live’ on the Internet!
Now, the nice thing about this (aside from wearing boxer shorts whist ‘window shopping’) are the myriad of shopping locations – Amazon, EBay, L.L.Bean, Brownells, Duluth Trading, Dillon Reloading.
But wait, there’s MORE! (as they intone on late night TV).
WERD and UNCRATE
and DUDE I WANT THAT! :-)
Now I don’t know which came first – and I really don’t care (nor do I receive anything from them, FTC!), but these carbon copies of each other are wonderful merchants who market to MEN (and like-minded women) all manner of things through their respective retailers.
Subcategories in Uncrate
Subcategories in Werd
Just what every guy with spare funds needs to fritter about a weekend afternoon, purchasing everything from ecofriendly toothbrushes and razors, to rye whiskey and SUVs!
Or, if you are like me, just windows shops…
♫ Everything that’s old is new again! ♫