I’ve an addictive personality. I come by this honestly, as both my parents were also afflicted. It killed them both.
Before you get all worried, I’m not addicted to tobacco, as my Mother was. My Father liked his cigars and his alcohol.
And his excess food.
The S.A.D. (Standard American Diet) – too many refined carbs, too much protein, too much white sugar.
I, too, like food. Sometimes to excess. Including sugar.
And, I’ve been diabetic since 2002.
The Good Rev. Paul posted recently regarding Krispy Kreme Donuts. Now, I
like LOVES me a good doughnut! The problem is unlike normal folks, stopping at one, for me, can be difficult. And here in college/commuter town USA, we are surrounded by doughnut shops! The ubiquitous Dunkin’, Krispy Kreme, and many local emporia.
SO…I must make the choice. And sometimes I partake.
Fortunately, it’s not too often, and not a dozen-at-a-time.
I’m reminded of a cartoon, long ago in Playboy. (Buck Brown? Gahan Wilson? Which I was unable to locate it on the ‘Net)
An older couple in their rocking chairs, on their front porch. Both are quite obese. And they are chowing-down. Between them is a large bucket of fried chicken. Just visible, to the side of the house, is a square, striped building(!?)
And one says to the other, “Sometimes, I wish they hadn’t moved in next door…”
Today, give me strength.
Thankfully, the nearest are at least a mile away, and I’ve no funds. And, it’s ‘cold’ out (40° – sorry, Rev. Paul!)
from Bayou Renaissance Man
Yesterday I wrote about the impossible conundrum facing police. They’re literally in a no-win situation. If they enforce and uphold the laws, they’re accused of racism, abuse of authority, and everything else one can imagine. If they don’t, the law-abiding citizens they’re sworn to protect and serve will pay the price in the anything-goes free-for-all that will result.
A graphic example of how this plays out every day on the streets of some of our rougher neighborhoods was given in Chicago a few days ago. The video below is profane, graphic and very disturbing. I can only commend the police involved for not giving in to what must, at times, have been the overwhelming temptation to deal with the interlopers as their conduct deserved.
LANGUAGE ALERT: Profanity is frequent and very graphic. If you’d like to read what happened, and watch the video with the sound turned off, you’ll find the details here.
Now ask yourself, dear readers: if you find yourself on the streets of a city or suburb like that (say, after a traffic accident, while you’re waiting for emergency services to arrive), and you get heckled like that . . . what are you going to do about it? You probably won’t have sufficient legal justification to open fire on the mob. If you produce a gun and try to threaten them, their reactions will be just as they are above. They’ll dare you to use it, knowing that if you do, the law will basically side with them, no matter how provocative and threatening their conduct might have been. What’s more, some of them will probably have guns too. If you use yours, they’ll likely shoot back – and your family and anyone else with you will be in the line of fire. You might be well advised to leave the area as quickly as possible, by any means necessary (including hitching a ride with passing motorists), and abandon your vehicle. If it gets stripped or stolen, that’s still a lot less trouble than what might happen if you stay with it.
John Farnam’s advice (which we’ve repeated on several occasions in these pages) still holds good. Bold, underlined text is my emphasis.
The best way to handle any potentially injurious encounter is: Don’t be there. Arrange to be somewhere else. Don’t go to stupid places. Don’t associate with stupid people. Don’t do stupid things. This is the advice I give to all students of defensive firearms. Winning a gunfight, or any other potentially injurious encounter, is financially and emotionally burdensome. The aftermath will become your full-time job for weeks or months afterward, and you will quickly grow weary of writing checks to lawyer(s). It is, of course, better than being dead or suffering a permanently disfiguring or disabling injury, but the “penalty” for successfully fighting for your life is still formidable.
Crowds of any kind, particularly those with an agenda, such as political rallies, demonstrations, picket lines, etc are good examples of “stupid places.” Any crowd with a high collective energy level harbors potential catastrophe. To a lesser degree, bank buildings, hospital emergency rooms, airports, government buildings, and bars (particularly crowded ones) fall into the same category. All should be avoided. When they can’t be avoided, we should make it a practice to spend only the minimum time necessary there and then quickly get out.
“A superior gunman is best defined as one who uses his superior judgment in order to keep himself out of situations that would require the use of his superior skills.”
Words to live by more than ever, in these troubled times. Kudos to those cops for keeping their cool under very trying circumstances. I doubt I’d have done as well.
Obviously, it’s a matter of degree and circumstance. A couple of kids talking smack to sound tough, or a violent street gang just looking for an excuse – any excuse. Sometimes, as proposed in the essay, we find ourselves in a bad geographical area. Wrong turn off the freeway, followed by car trouble…
Massad Ayoob famously stated if you feel the need to carry into a bar, perhaps you need to consider a different watering hole. Perhaps. Watering hole choice is usually voluntary. (I see this as ‘not using the seat belt; not getting into an accident’ thinking. Just because it’s not a dive bar doesn’t mean bad things won’t happen. – Guffaw)
This all goes back to basics – situational awareness and mindset. We don’t always have control, and may have to wait for others to act for us to respond – morally and legally.
And THAT’S the hell of it…
As recently posted by the lovely and talented Tamara…
So, with the brewing industry having finally (mostly) bounced back from Prohibition, and small craft breweries having sprung up all over, you just knew there was some way the feds could screw up a good thing, didn’t you?
” Small breweries will have to spend hundreds of dollars per beer to analyze the nutritional value of each type sold.
“A good analysis [will cost] probably somewhere between the $500-$1,000 range of what I’ve seen. Then multiply it across the styles that you have,” said Lawinski.
And at a thousand dollars a pop, that could keep unique and seasonal brews from making it to your favorite watering hole.“
I’m thinking the BATFE is seeing the handwriting on the wall, and we’ll see a sharp upturn in revenooers chasing moonshiners as well! After all, Eliot Ness & Co. wants to keep their jobs!
It continues to be all about control…
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!
Being diabetic, alcohol is probably something I shouldn’t consume in quantity. Besides, I made up for it during my college years! 😛
And somewhat after…
Regardless, occasionally I still enjoy a good beer. By choice, I significantly cut back on the quantity I was imbibing as of 1 January, and have lost a significant amount of weight.
I’m not a fan of IPAs. India Pale Ales. They are just too hoppy for me. In my youth, I was a Budweiser man, escalating to Michelob for special occasions. And light beer never appealed to me. And heavy porters and such just aren’t for me. Not Guiness, either (sorry Brigid!) With the advent of micro-breweries, there have developed many more choices, however.
Lately, I’ve been enjoying Blue Moon, which is a Belgian Wheat Ale with orange undertone. Good restaurants serve it with an orange slice. Quite refreshing in the hot Summer months. I used to enjoy Lumberyard Raspberry Ale – but sadly the microbrewery in Flagstaff stopped production of this nectar. A couple of dear friends have gifted me with Lindeman’s Framboise Lambic, a low alcohol content from Belgium which can only be described as tasting like raspberry champagne! And, it’s corked! They have also given us Sonora White Chocolate Ale, which is yummy in combination with the Lambic, or all by itself. Sadly, I don’t drink these as often, because I view them as for special occasions. And I only have so many. 🙂
Once of my loyal blog readers is Dave, of Musings Over A Pint. If you like thoughtful discourse, and discussion regarding beer, and firearms (separately, of course!) Dave’s your guy.
Give him a visit!
“Beer is proof that God loves us, and wants us to be happy.” – Benjamin Franklin
(Sadly, this is a misquote. What Dr. Franklin actually said was, “Behold the rain which descends from heaven upon our vineyards, there it enters the roots of the vines, to be changed into wine, a constant proof that God loves us, and loves to see us happy.”)
But wine is for another post.
Cheers! Or as Gramp always said, “Prosit” – loosely translated “May this beverage bring you health!”
(No, not the pulp magazine Robert D******* purloined from the convenience store when we had a sleep-over in my Dad’s camper, when we were in junior high! :-P)
We just finished watching Season Two of True Detective on HBO. Each season had it’s own story, characters, actors and themes. Season One was in Louisiana. This one was central and northern California. Both were in part produced by the lead actors from season one – Woody Harrelson and Matthew McConaughey. Rest assured, this is no longer the Woody from the TV comedy Cheers. They are both consummate actors.
The theme carried over to Season Two is there is something larger, deeper, more sinister going on than first appears to the on scene investigators. It takes the season to unravel the mysteries. Both seasons consist of eight episodes each.
Season One took place over a number of years, following the rise and fall of career detectives in pursuit of a serial killer. Season Two was revealed in a much shorter time frame, involving murder, political power and blackmail. Both seasons were populated with extremely flawed, alcoholic, addicted and trapped detectives and career criminals, in extreme emotional pain.
Not exactly an evening of light television.
For the record, I liked both presentations. The critics were especially hard on Season Two, as over-complicated and not living up to Season One’s standards. It is still undecided if there will be a Season Three developed.
I’m certain both seasons are available on You Tube, Netflix, and the like.
The opening to Season Two, below…
Good thing they haven’t anything to worry about in California, like corruption, drought and deficits…
h/t David Hardy
Man claimed he was threatened by vampires, authorities say
In the opinion of blog contributor/reader Tomi…
I would like to point out, that he was apparently successful in scaring away any vampires in the area. But did he get any thanks? No!
It’s a shame that such a public-minded citizen would be arrested for his efforts!!
(Methinks he was probably “attacked” by several “Vampires” a bit before the incident. You know, the kind made of tequila, tomato & citrus juices…)
I’ve never had such a concoction. It does sound lethal. Or otherworldly…
h/t Tomi, Orlando WKMG
as provided by Dutchman6
So, the question is, how many of them are snitches and agents provocateurs?
from Whipped Cream Difficulties…