(a follow-up to the November 8 post I Sometimes HATE Novembers, as promised…)
So, here I was, in my insurance-paid-for-rented-condo, about a mile North of my home, while contractors rebuilt it, after the drunk driver had hit it two weeks prior. That’s what I get for buying a corner lot, off a street that zig-zags. Drunks never caught that nuance, head straight for the alley, see the power pole, and crash into my back yard.
It had happened before. Last time it was just the fence that was destroyed.
I, of course, still had to go to work, pay bills, and check the mail at the house, all while surveying the excruciatingly-slow process of rebuilding the rear of my home and replacing the fence.
Thankfully (?) I was beginning to have more health issues (joy, joy) which meant I was missing more work. Which gave me the excuse to stop by and check the mail and the progress of the reconstruction more often.
And, it had been a couple of days since I had last checked the mail, and it was my birthday(!), so I thought I’d check the mail again. Hell, there might be a birthday check from someone in the mail? :-)
I pull into the driveway. No contractors present. This always bothered me, as this process was taking forever. Of course, mine wasn’t their only project.
(This had been a little over two weeks!)
AND THE SIDE DOOR WAS STANDING OPEN ABOUT TWO INCHES!
This alarmed me, as no one was around. The door had been always locked and the extra key placed in one of those Realtor-access combination locks around the door knob. Which was now nowhere to be seen!
I exited the car and drew my 1911 pistol. (Yeah, I know. All my training (which I had trained others to do many times before) was to leave the area to a relatively safe location and call the police to respond. After all, there may have been multiple armed intruders inside burgling my home!)
BUT, this was MY HOME! And the training went out the window. Sigh.
I slowly entered the kitchen, listening intently for any activity inside, pistol at-the-ready. Then into the living room, bath and two bedrooms. This was relatively quick, as it was a 740 square-foot house.
It was obvious someone else had been inside. Someone NOT a contractor. A home computer, portable television, stereo, some faux Samurai swords and a number of other items were missing. Movers had taken many of the larger furniture items to put into storage prior to the reconstruction. But I was told they were unable to take the gun safe, as they were prohibited from storing firearms.
They had removed the Dillon XL 650 reloading press from it’s mount, preparatory to the rebuild. But had not put it into storage. (I guess it was gun-related). It was gone.
And the 800 pound, Fort Knox gun safe was missing. And this was on the floor…
Someone obviously had pried off the combination dial and locking lever to open the safe. And when that failed, THEY TOOK THE ENTIRE 800 POUND SAFE!
Credit cards, spare checks, school transcripts, cameras, my birth certificate and over fifty firearms! Gone.
First, I called the insurance company, to see if they had perhaps authorized storage of the safe and it’s contents, and had inadvertently broken the locking mechanism somehow in transit. Then, I called the mover and the police.
And was scolded by the 911 operator, as it was for emergencies only. How was fifty+ firearms possibly out on the street was not an emergency?
Ultimately, the contractor, the storage guy, my insurance man and the police arrived on the scene. I recounted my actions upon arriving multiple times for each of them. And I was livid. To keep me occupied (and busy and out of the way) the police advised me to make a list of what was in the safe, including all the firearms and serial numbers.
I knew most of their descriptions by heart, but the list (with Polaroids and serial numbers) was not around. It was probably in the materials previously packed and moved to storage.
Fortunately, I still had many of the receipts and gun boxes, which were labeled on the edge with the numbers.
And set about making the list on a legal pad.
All parties were questioned. The contractor’s employees all had cellular telephones they were required to keep with them at all times (for GPS tracking purposes). And all passed the location test.
As if someone couldn’t have left the phone at home off-hours to do a burglary? Or they told someone else? Come on! I never broadcast about the safe in my home, suddenly, after many strangers had seen it, it went missing.
After six months, the house was reconstructed, painted, re-floored (safe drag marks) cleaned (even clothes in the closet dry cleaned!) and restocked with the stored items. I had called in to stop all my credit cards the same day.
I received a check for the maximum available from my policy. (Note-to-self: Make certain all valuables are covered, and if there is a cap it covers all firearms. I was insured for a maximum of 5K on the firearms, eventually paid just over 7K total. Firearm valuation of the missing? Over 21K! in 2009 gun values)
Fortunately, I had taken my favorite 1911 and .38 snub with me to the condo!
And none of the identity items, credit cards or firearms have ever surfaced.
I’m thinking Mexico, and thank God that Fort Knox makes a quality piece of security equipment! I suspect it’s abandoned in the desert somewhere, still unopened. (Let this be a lesson – if you’ve not done so already, bolt your safe to the foundation and wall studs – even if it weighs 800 pounds!)
And among the missing are my electroless nickel Colt Gold Cup, 1969 Browning High Power, 4 AR-15s, my Ithaca Deerslayer Police Special 12 gauge, my pre-model 27 Smith & Wesson 5″, my Sig-Sauer P220 – marked made in W. Germany(!) and my 1942 Springfield Garand!!
I had to use the insurance money for other things, and never was able to replace any of the missing firearms.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!
FTC – Fort Knox safes gave me nothing. I bought it at a gun show. Leave me alone!
(I just flashed on Peter Boyle as The Monster, in a tux, tap-dancing in Young Frankenstein – sorry!)
This came my way, courtesy of Doc in Yuma, a kind and generous friend and reader of this humble blog…
On August 04, 2013, Vladimir Putin, the Russian president, addressed the Duma, (Russian Parliament), and gave a speech about the tensions with minorities in Russia:
“In Russia, live like Russians. Any minority, from anywhere, if it wants to live in Russia, to work and eat in Russia, should speak Russian, and should respect the Russian laws. If they prefer Sharia Law, and live the life of Muslim’s then we advise them to go to those places where that’s the state law.
Russia does not need Muslim minorities. Minorities need Russia, and we will not grant them special privileges, or try to change our laws to fit their desires, no matter how loud they yell ‘discrimination’.
We will not tolerate disrespect of our Russian culture. We better learn from the suicides of America, England, Holland and France, if we are to survive as a nation. The muslims are taking over those countries and they will not take over Russia.
The Russian customs and traditions are not compatible with the lack of culture or the primitive ways of Sharia Law and Muslims. When this honorable legislative body thinks of creating new laws, it should have in mind the Russian national interest first, observing that the Muslims Minorities Are Not Russians.”
The politicians in the Duma gave Putin a five minute standing ovation.
If you keep this to yourself, you are part of the problem! SEND THIS ON!
It is a sad day when a (former) Communist leader (now an oligarch) makes more sense than our own elected leaders !!!!
I know it’s politically incorrect, but try substituting Americans for Russians in the above, and illegal aliens for Muslims.
It’s fine to remember and honor one’s ethnic and religious traditions upon arriving here, but remember, this is The United States.
E Pluribus Unum
(Word from a loyal commenter is Putin DID NOT say this! It does sound like him, though…) 😆
Doc in Yuma (a regular, loyal reader and sometime contributor) sent me this regarding control of Food Stamps.
Sent to him under the title “Compassionate Conservatism”.
Put me in charge…
Put me in charge of food stamps. I’d get rid of Lone Star cards; no cash for
Ding Dongs or Ho Ho’s, just money for 50-pound bags of rice and beans,
blocks of cheese and all the powdered milk you can haul away. If you want
steak and frozen pizza, then get a job.
Put me in charge of Medicaid. The first thing I’d do is to get women
Norplant birth control implants or tubal ligations. Then, we’ll test
recipients for drugs, alcohol, and nicotine and document all tattoos and
piercings. If you want to reproduce or use drugs, alcohol, smoke or get
tats and piercings, then get a job.
Put me in charge of government housing. Ever live in a military barracks?
You will maintain our property in a clean and good state of repair. Your
“home” will be subject to inspections anytime and possessions will be
inventoried. If you want a plasma TV or Xbox 360, then get a job and your
In addition, you will either present a check stub from a job each week or
you will report to a “government” job. It may be cleaning the roadways of
trash, painting and repairing public housing, whatever we find for you. We
will sell your 22 inch rims and low profile tires and your blasting stereo
and speakers and put that money toward the “common good..”
Before you write that I’ve violated someone’s rights, realize that all of
the above is voluntary. If you want our money, accept our rules. Before
you say that this would be “demeaning” and ruin their “self esteem,”
consider that it wasn’t that long ago that taking someone else’s money for
doing absolutely nothing was demeaning and lowered self esteem.
If we are expected to pay for other people’s mistakes we should at least
attempt to make them learn from their bad choices. The current system
rewards them for continuing to make bad choices.
AND – While you are on Gov’t subsistence, you no longer can VOTE! Yes that
is correct. For you to vote would be a conflict of interest. You will
voluntarily remove yourself from voting while you are receiving a Gov’t
welfare check. If you want to vote, then get a job.
Alfred W. Evans, Gatesville , TX
First of all, I’m a (conservative) libertarian (small L). Voluntarism, coupled with non-nanny-statism would be the order of the day. With that in mind, some of the controls suggested are ones with which I disagree. For example…
“Food” choices. If an EBT (food stamp) recipient wants T-bone steak or Twinkies to eat – I don’t care! Only so many funds are allocated each month, and buying steak will ‘eat up’ the funds rather quickly.
It would be nice if the purchase of TP, laundry soap and similar household items were included on the ‘approved’ list, though.
Forced birth control is repugnant to me. And recreational drugs and body disfigurement are not on the food stamp list. Not my problem.
The whole ‘government housing’ thing is also repugnant. If someone wants to live in a hovel or cannot afford maintenance, it is no concern of mine. As long as it doesn’t affect the public health and safety. Funny how a ‘conservative’ cries for such control, but screams about the prospect of FEMA camps…
I do like the idea of (voluntary) government service to help maintain the infrastructure. I’m not certain it should be tied to receipt of food stamps, however.
“While you are on Gov’t subsistence, you can no longer VOTE! For you to vote would be a conflict of interest.”
WOW – what a concept!
Of course, while a compassionate State maintains some kind of a ‘safety net’ for the truly needy, I’m a little unclear how this can be administered efficiently, fairly and at a reasonable cost.
After all, it IS government of which we speak!
(Reblogged in it’s entirety, courtesy of Joel (The Ultimate Answer To Kings))
The whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, all of them imaginary.
– H. L. Mencken
It used to be so easy. After the Nazis there were the commies. They took so many different forms, from the hapless to the satanic, that the international hobgoblin quotient was handled for decades with no input needed from our would-be masters but some periodic viewing with alarm and a regular infusion of flag-draped coffins. Simply enumerating the warheads was enough to keep most people scared incontinent. After those ungrateful Soviets fell and people stopped being afraid of commies, our beloved protectors had to work a little harder. But very promptly after pieces of the Berlin wall became common keepsakes we were suddenly all supposed to pretend we knew the difference between a Shi’ite and a Sunni because now Muslims were the new…okay, “great satan” is taken, so…How’s “Axis of Evil?” Yeah! That’s got a ring to it.
Okay, so as a world-conquering existential threat, Muslims have proven something of a disappointment. Yeah, they kicked some Visigoth ass that one time but we’re trying to keep Facebook followers scared here. Thank god – I imagine our masters muttering – for all those beheading videos. Bring on the illegal aliens, and pray at least a few of them know how to do a good beheading. How long do these neolithic oafs think we can milk 9/11? Maybe we can slip them a bomb and get something good started.
Domestically, our beloved protectors have even bigger problems. It’s true some serious issues could be worked into nice scary crises, but they’re the sort of things we’re supposed to be distracted from. Race riots in the second decade of the century? But our masters solved the race problem in 1965! It’s the white racists who’re supposed to be the problem now, and they stubbornly refuse to provide any nice photogenic lynchings. Cop violence? Jeez, how can even the most divisive administration imaginable complain about cops when they’ve been arming them so enthusiastically for so long?
Really, it’s a sad, sad commentary on how far the state of hobgoblin-mongering has fallen, when this is the best our would-be masters’ mouthpieces can do…
The New War on Heroin Has Only Just Begun
“The prescription drug overdose epidemic is tragic and costly, but can be reversed,” CDC Director Tom Frieden said in a statement. “Because we can protect people from becoming addicted to opioids, we must take fast action now, with real-time tracking programs, safer prescribing practices, and rapid response. Reversing this epidemic will require programs in all 50 states.”Once a problem largely confined to minority populations in urban areas, addiction to heroin and other opiates has evolved into a major public health crisis in suburban and rural areas with large white populations – including the important political battleground states of New Hampshire, Ohio and Iowa.
Democratic presidential frontrunner Hillary Rodham Clinton calls it the “quiet epidemic,” while Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell warned that it was “spreading like cancer” across his home state of Kentucky.
New Jersey Gov. Chris Christie (R), a presidential candidate, took part in a discussion of the crisis earlier this year at a drug treatment facility in Manchester, N.H., while Carly Fiorina, another GOP presidential candidate, has spoken emotionally about losing a stepdaughter to addiction, according to The Washington Post.
(and, the money quote from Joel – Guffaw)
I know, I know. Heroin’s been done to death. And you’d think it does raise that inconvenient question about how, if there’s been this highly successful War on Drugs for damn near fifty years, turning cities into occupied zones and creating a prison industry that would have made Pol Pot impotently beat the ground in frustrated envy, how oh how could there possibly be a heroin crisis?
But hey. These aren’t the old days, and it’s what we’ve got.
“You never let a serious crisis go to waste. And what I mean by that it’s an opportunity to do things you think you could not do before.” – Rahm Emanuel
Sipsey Street Irregulars brought this clown to my attention…
Matt Sweetwood won a landmark victory for gun ownership rights from the New Jersey Supreme Court. So he’s against gun restrictions, right? Wrong. Here is his six point plan to help reduce gun violence.
There needs to be a Federal database of all guns and gun owners.
7-day waiting period before a gun is purchased and background checks on every purchase.
Elimination of unregulated gun selling / trading events. Every gun sold needs to be in the Federal registry.
There should be a set standard for gun ownership. Currently, it is left in the discretion of local authorities who sometimes error incorrectly either way. If you have committed an aggravated felony you can’t have a gun. If you have mental health issues you get a hearing to determine your status. If you don’t fall into those categories, you can’t be denied a gun.
Let’s do as the Israelis do. Currently, here in the USA, most sports arenas have searches on the way in. That needs to be effectuated on any public place where there are crowds. In Israel, you can’t enter a movie theater, bar, mall, etc., without bags being searched and wanded by a metal / bomb detector.
Most gun crimes are committed by repeat offenders. There needs to be mandatory minimum jail sentences for any crime committed with a gun. Sell drugs while carrying a gun and get 10 years in prison – do it again, get 20 years. We need to let the bad guys know, gun crime gets you real time.”Bill of Rights? We don’ need no Bill of Rights!”
Doesn’t it make you are gooey inside that someone for whom we stood up has such an individual-civil-rights-oriented view?
Yeah, makes me sick, too.
(Of course, he does live in NEW JERSEY!)
h/t The Good Men Project
(I remember a sign on the wall of Phoenix’s long-defunct Ed Debevic’s restaurant “Tipping is NOT a city in China!”) (Sorry – had to insert a little humor here before the serious post – Guffaw)
PA: At what point is it legitimate to take up arms against this illegitimate government? I think that armed resistance might be legitimate as a defensive act if several states secede. Just war theory requires a reasonable chance of success? Without secession of multiple states, can armed defense be legitimate?
AB: Well, isn’t that the question du jour? I always snicker at Dennis Miller’s old joke that George Washington started blowing people’s heads off for taxing his breakfast beverage… and it wasn’t even coffee. First, as we discussed earlier, the whole American paradigm was and is deeply, deeply flawed and contained in itself from the beginning the seeds of its own inevitable collapse and destruction as John Adams himself was sure to point out, so we must be careful when citing the American Revolution as a positive example. But, those of us still capable of nuanced thought can tease out useful information from even a Diest-Freemasonic construct.
So, when exactly IS The Tipping Point? Or When? Or as phrased by Brock – HOW do we resist?
(attn Government – this is just a theoretical exercise. Nothing sedition or treasonous should be construed by any writings herein. And the fact I even have to write this caveat in a ‘free’ society says something…)
h/t Brock Townsend
Federal Judge Kimberly J. Mueller, an Obama appointee, said in a decision on Thursday that the Second Amendment does not apply to firearms.
You should really go and read the whole thing. Bring your airsick bag.
The judge is an Obama appointee.
Let’s see…The President of The United States, who was previously titled as a ‘Constitutional Law Professor’ (spits at the incredulity), appoints a like-minded sycophant to the bench, who doles out ridiculous tripe like this to further the progressive agenda of civilian disarmament.
I know The President’s school records are sealed. (This from the most open administration, ever!) Have any of his former students come forward to explain that while he was left-of-center, he taught about Separation of Powers, limitations on the Executive, and reverence for the U.S. Constitution?
Or was he so good that he produced 100% sycophancy?
I wonder how this judge ever made it through grade school, much less college and law school!
h/t Maddened Fowl
I’m disabled. No, that’s not it.
This is not a label I wear well. My leg disability onset when I was 12 (Legg Perthes – wiki) and other ‘issues’ have been added to the list as I have aged. (arthritis, diabetes, lymphoma, skin cancer).
I spent most of my adult life labeling myself as NOT disabled, and refusing such aids as a built-up shoe (which I now wear, aka ‘Ed Sullivan’-the really big shoe*).
I used to jog, work out, lift weights. I ran the city police obstacle course. Back and mobility issues now preclude such things.
In the past year my lower back/hip began causing me chronic pain, largely due to one leg being 3 inches shorter than the other. My doctor expressed surprise I’d not really had any back issues until now. And prescribed me exercises and additional pain meds. (Yea!)
And with diabetic neuropathy, walking, standing or even sitting can be painful.
I’m NOT looking for sympathy or pity.
But, I do wish to share with you my most common, frustrating annoyance.
As my right hip is fused, I cannot bend forward, or even lean very much. This makes sitting (as at the dinner table) sometimes painful.
It’s amazing how much food can fall off a fork and into one’s lap (or more correctly, one’s belly)!
My dinner partner can lean forward and errant food can gently fall onto her plate, or the napkin in her lap. But me?
There are even times the belly is too far and it’s hit’s my chest!
At an Italian restaurant, my shirt sometimes resembles a bad guy in the movies, with 5 hits center mass.
And I look like a complete slob – which I am not.
I spend an inordinate amount of money on stain remover – or place the napkins on my entire torso, like some bumpkin at the Mayberry diner.
Yes, I have a multitude of chronic conditions, but this is my most annoying.
I guess I’m grateful.
*ask your parents if you don’t get the reference or the joke
Why Britain is so screwed: they don’t even trust the Royal Guard with loaded weapons…
‘Where do we draw the line? Do you allow these soldiers to be armed? I think that could cause a greater problem.
These Guardsmen carry rifles equipped with bayonets but as a rule their rifles are not loaded with live ammunition.
The Guardsmen may carry up to six rounds in a belt pouch and may load their rifles in event of a terrorist attack, but that would take valuable time
Pardon my dropping into bad language:
The elite Guards, chosen from the very best, are allowed SIX FUCKING ROUNDS, and they’re not allowed to have them in the magazine, oh no. Because troops chosen from the best can’t be trusted to be armed when guarding the palace…
And one of his post commenters replied:
said…Same reason that the Secret Service routinely orders soldiers and Marines disarmed when the President visits an armed camp overseas (in Iraq and Afghanistan, for example): they fundamentally distrust even their own people. They believe that one of them will go berserk and kill elites. And, judging it strictly on cases of green-on-blue violence – – Afghan Army “allies” that suddenly go Jihadi and start killing Americans – – they are right to do so.
It was reported one reason so many of the White House interlopers were able to get as far as they did (last year) were the standing orders regarding those inside was they were not to possess loaded firearms.
If that is the case, how stupid are we to emulate our British cousins? Whether or not we agree with the demeanor or policies of any particular White House resident should have no bearing on how efficient the protectors of the Seat of Government are.
Talk about setting us up for failure – from the top down. The line troops to those tasked with protection of the Executive.
And all those regular folks at military installations, worldwide. Largely unarmed.
And don’t even get me started about the Fort Hood ‘workplace violence’.
We should be ashamed.
Is it out there, anymore?
I remember my Father ranting about the dearth of customer service when I was a teenager – and that was in the 60’s.
Back then a guy in a uniform (or at least a uniform shirt) filled your tank, checked your oil, and cleaned your windshield. And no tip was asked or expected. Now, IF there’s a monitor/cashier at the self-service gas station behind the bulletproof glass, it’s an effort to get them to look up from their graphic novel to take your card for purchase.
And waiters/waitresses? One would think when they are first being trained, they would be instructed that the more courteous and efficient they are, the better tip they will receive. But most these days are barely capable in getting your food to you at all. Need extra napkins or a refill on that beverage? Good luck with that.
And getting the order correct in the first place? Fuggedaboutit!
Retail stores? Just try to find someone who has any idea where stock might be, or even be able to direct you to it.
Call centers? Pshaw.
And we who chat regarding firearms on the Internet are familiar with H & K’s (in)famous lack of customer service.
One word. OBAMACARE. And government services in general.
And, while I’m on the subject – do any of these aforementioned folks speak American English? This assumes I don’t have to migrate through a computer-generated menu prompt resembling a RPG in Urdu to get to a human.
We now return you to your post-holiday festivities.