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November 24, Seven Years Ago

(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.

Good times…

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!)


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…

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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.


FTC – Fort Knox safes gave me nothing.  I bought it at a gun show.  Leave me alone!


What To Do In A Terrorist Attack

(courtesy of Borepatch)

Michael Yon has advice (via Isegoria):

We are at war. 
We must retrain our minds that we are not sheep to be slaughtered.
First option — unless you are law enforcement or a Soldier — is to escape. Second option is to hide. Final option, kill that son of a bitch. Bum-rush him.
Take his rifle and shoot him in the head.
He might be wearing a vest — when you are very close shoot his head twice and keep moving. If the rifle is out of ammo, kill him with the rifle butt or something else. Smash with all of your strength.
No time for hogtying him. There might be other terrorists and there is no time for pleasantries. Just kill him and keep your weapon pointed at potential enemies. Be very careful not to cause innocent casualties. Can be hard to do.
Ugly advice for an ugly age.
Basic…to the point…nothing fancy.
And yes, ugly.
I don’t understand the mindset of people who volunteer to be sheep – either they figure they will lose (or deserve to), and seem to operate on that premise.
Or that they are incapable of self-defense violence.  Unable to make an effort to save their own skin, or the skins of their loved ones.
I’m old.  Slow.  Arthritic.  Physically disabled.
I’m in chronic pain.

As They Say On Late Night TV…

“But wait, there’s more!”

I recently posted Tomi’s view regarding escalating our efforts against terrorism and supportive nations (an idea I support).

And, I have an addendum to her idea.

To wit, consider this argument:

Why were the Parisian terrorist attackers so successful in obtaining fear, terror and death?

Because of French and Parisian laws, the citizenry were unable to respond!  As people in most schools, hospitals, concerts, military bases and all gun-free zones are in The United States.

Fact – most polls currently in the United States support the right of the people to keep and bear arms.

Fact – The Supreme Court has upheld this right as individual.

Fact – In so-called gun free zones, the recommended method of survival is to hide and wait for people with guns to come and solve the problem.

Let’s take the gloves off!  

Every able-bodied man and woman who has has training should be carrying a handgun, everywhere. Including adult students, teachers and the military!


Let’s take the fight to them!

If some joker or a team of jokers decide to attack your place-of-business, church, concert hall, shopping mall or school, let’s show them that of which we are made.

If they want to see their god – provide an introduction.

It’s time to stop pussy-footing around.  ‘They’ aren’t just in Europe and India, they are here!  Whether they are imported here as ‘refugees’ or are ‘home-grown’ is of no consequence.

I  DON’T  CARE   !

We need to stand up.   As the military responds overseas, we need to here.

Let’s take the Republic back from fear of terrorism by being proactive in our ability to respond.

Personal Responsibility.


What’s In A Name?

Billy Shakespeare said that.

I’d a recent experience, wherein I left a blog post comment @ one of my blogfriend’s™ blogs.  A few minutes later, it occurred to me that I’d addressed him by someone else’s name!

And there was no method in his blogging software by which I could make a correction.

(I did go back and make a second comment, apologizing.)

This reminded me of a year-or-so ago, when a kind soul sent me a few dollars on my sidebar Paypal link.  (hint, hint).  It was late, I was preparing to retire, and had taken my evening meds.  (HALF of the medication I am prescribed has possible side effects of memory loss!)

And I thanked him profusely, using a wrong name!

Then, I sent him another email, apologizing.  Hopefully, I got it right the second time(?)  I’ve not heard from him ever again.


At least, in the few significant personal relationships I’ve had in my lifetime with the opposite sex, I’ve not uttered another woman’s name whilst in flagrante delicto!

I don’t think?  I wasn’t on this kind of medication, then…

I don’t know…

Missouri: Taking the National Temperature


By Fred Reed, in part…

It warms the heart of a curmudgeon: As I suppose we all have heard by now,  black semi-pro football players at the University (sic) of Missouri have forced white officials to resign because of “White Privilege.” This Privilege is a great upsettance to them.

White Privilege is real, of course. It is a combination of high genetic intelligence, studiousness, a tendency toward intellectual exploration, the capacity to organize, sustained hard work, and conscientiousness. There is a reason why whites design Mars landers and black athletes do not.

To make this point clearly (See? It is my tendency toward intellectual exploration), let us consider the following questions:

(potentially racially-charged queries follow…Guffaw)

How many of the black athletes, or black radicals at Missouri, or anywhere, have any business being at a university? How many have IQs below ninety? How many are way below? How many are studying real subjects, such as chemistry, languages, philosophy, literature, or history—as distinct from subjects for the enfeebled, Black Studies, Sociology, Education, and Breathing for Credit?

How many of the jocks can read? In many universities the black athletes are kept in special dorms and get high grades for courses they never attend and can’t spell. Is that happening in Missouri? Can we see their SATs? No one, I promise, will want to check.

But wait, there’s more (visit the link, below)

SO?  Does this guy have a point?  Or is he perpetuating a stereotype?
I do remember attending a Public Speaking class at the local university many years ago. (1971?)  There was a cadre of Black college athletes who insisted on sitting at the rear of the classroom and not participating in any activities, discussions or assignments.  They did show up for class – sometimes.
And I remember being a bit miffed that I and others had to do the work past a certain standard to obtain a passing (or better) grade, and these cats were skating!  It was obvious they expected to pass, so that they could remain on the team and continue to throw a ball around, and get the company of buxom, dumb blondes who seemed to follow them around like so many puppies.
I wasn’t thrilled they got the girls, either…
Guess I’m racist and have White privilege by the very nature of my skin color.
You remember?  That by which Dr. King said we should not be judged?
PS – I think I got a B.
h/t Brock Townsend

I Must Post Regarding The French Terrorist Attacks

france+flagI really didn’t want to, but am compelled.

First and foremost – My thoughts and prayers go out to the innocents who were killed; their friends and family who survive them.

Second – as my dear friend Tomi the Art Historian posted:  Aux armes, citoyens!

Sadly, I fear the French will not follow her recommendation.  The French (and most of Europe) have followed America’s politically-correct example, and in the name of humanitarianism have opened their borders to the armies of refugees pouring in from The Middle East.

Many of whom appear to be young men of military age, unaccompanied by wives and children.

Sacre’ Bleu!

The amazing thing is that while we are preparing to open our borders even further, we’ve only had mostly little onesie and twosie terrorist attacks.  Nothing of the scale of yesterday’s attacks in France.

And I must ask:  WHY?

Certainly, we have more FREEDOM than the French?  Perhaps the attacks were more about geographic location and convenience than freedom?

OH!  I know!  The French have very restrictive gun control laws.  The civilians largely do not have the means, or the rights, to respond to violence as we do here in much of The United States!

And terrorists are largely cowards, who talk big behind their ski-masks about dying to meet 72 virgins, but in real life don’t want a violent response.

They want victims, not combatants.

So, I fear France will remain largely naked against the terror threat.  And the attacks will continue.

There is a lesson in this United States!  Are you listening?

Don’t let the government further disarm you!  Lest we become as Europe.

100 Skills Every Man Should Know

(from one of my favorite sites for such things Art of Manliness!)


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Everything from tying a tie and shining shoes, to surviving a bear attack!

What every man should know (women, as well!)

(mustache wax not included)

Lessons From Carrying A Gun

Tom Lindsay, of Fill Yer Hands, was kind enough to share with us his observations:

Tom McHale posted a nice article a couple of weeks ago, about 10 Things You Learn By Carrying a Gun Every Day.

This got me to thinking about the lessons I’ve learned, and I would like to share a few.

I’ve been carrying a gun almost everywhere for about the last 14 years or so, ever since we moved to Georgia. Before that I carried from time to time, mostly for travel, but not to work, and not during most social events. My reasons why I didn’t carry are probably the good subject of another post, for another day.

But now, carrying almost all the time, I’ve come to learn some things. I agree with Tom McHale’s first four points, and I have experimented with a few belts and holsters, to find the ones that work best for me.

Having said that, here are some observations and Lessons Learned:

Condition Yellow takes concentration, but that’s not a bad thing. Once you get used to it, it gets a little easier.

But it still takes concentration. A lapse in that – slipping into Condition White – may be the last thing I experience in this life.

It takes thought and concentration in other areas, too. Like planning ahead for bathroom breaks. You have to have a plan.

More people carry than you think. I routinely look for telltales when others are carrying, as much out of curiosity as to know who would be on my side if the balloon went up.

It’s no big deal to my wife and kids. Once they got used to me carrying, and asking for the seat facing the door, etc., it became almost second nature.

Sometimes my wardrobe is dictated by my choice to carry. But that isn’t as big a deal as I thought it would be. Of course, gone are sweat pants in public. At my age, that’s not such a bad idea, though. As it turns out, I have become a Hawaiian shirt aficionado in warmer months, and a fleece vest guy in the cooler months.

At least in Georgia, Gun Free Zones are pretty much worthless to me. I can discuss this in another post, but I generally ignore the signs, since, for the most part, they have no legal force in Georgia. But exceptions are exceptions (like the Post Office), and those I do honor. For the rest of you (and this means you, Taco Mac) I don’t pay any attention. Trust me, if I’m there when something goes down, you won’t care that I’m violating your sign.

Despite what movies and some online Gun Heroes want you to think, if the balloon goes up, I am there to protect me and my family. Unless there is a compelling reason, that means I’m not chasing any bad guys or saving anyone but us. Sorry.

More to come, I am sure . . .

I’ve been carrying a little longer than Mr. Lindsay, but generally do not disagree.  Except, I’ve made the decision to A.C.E.  ALWAYS CARRY EVERYWHERE.  Of course, that means everywhere possible.

In Arizona, businesses may post signage to discourage customers and visitors from carrying into their establishments.  Barring a physical confrontation, the most that could happen if observed violating the law would be being asked to leave (to remove the weapon from the establishment or just leave) lest they get charged with trespassing.

Seriously, what business owner in their right mind would approach a customer violating the law by being armed and ask them to leave?  I suspect most would either ignore it (if the customer appeared docile) or just call the cops.

Me?  I’ve never been observed or asked.  That I’ve been aware of.

I always think of Dr. Suzanna Gratia Hupp, a chiropractor (eventually a Texas State Representative) who obeyed Texas law and left her gun locked in her car.  Then accompanied her parents into Furr’s Cafeteria in Killeen, Texas.  Her parents and 22 others were subsequently murdered, in part because Dr. Hupp was unable to respond.  Because she voluntarily obeyed the disarmament sign.

And when criminals take it upon themselves to attack the public, or schoolchildren (in gun-free zones), what is the prescribed course of action?

Call people with guns to respond to alleviate the situation.

So, why not just carry?

Significant Others and Firearms

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.

coonanIt was a custom Coonan .357 semiautomatic!

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!)

The Meat Of The Matter


(Via Theo Spark)

BALONEY writ large……………………from Rico

This is sheer BALONEY writ large.
– Here’s some nanny government, leftist, multi-culti, envirowhacko agenda shenanigans to be aware of.
A few days ago the World Health Organization (WHO) released a report saying bacon, and other meat is bad for you and suggests that eating meat is as dangerous as smoking.
– WTF? Really? You wouldn’t shit me now, would you?
Of course, this is a UN organization and about half the names on their ‘report’ suggest a religious and/or cultural rejection to consuming pork and beef.
– That’s just a coincidence, right?
Let’s connect some dots before deciding.
Two weeks ago the Federal Government took bacon off prison menus and said it was because the prisoners “didn’t want bacon.” They then almost immediately reversed that decision because of the outcry from prisoners.
– In May 2013 AP reported that WHO said people should eat more insects, that it was good for you, and good for the planet.
– Look at the attached photo from 2008. It was taken at a UN Food And Agriculture expo promoting eating insects.
Yeah, there is a clear “pattern” here, and it’s not a good one. It is chronic and persistent social engineering from the cultural Marxists who refuse to grasp that some things are simply “none of their damned business.”.
Now I’m hungry for some bacon to go with my breakfast eggs (remember when the “experts” said eggs were bad for us, only to be proven wrong?).
– Maybe a nice hot-dog for lunch, followed by a steak for dinner. Make that a grilled steak in honor of all the global warmunists that tried to outlaw backyard grills to “save the planet.”
Have you ever noticed that the  folks who said we were all going to freeze to death in the 90’s are now saying we are all going to drown in warm water?  And that these same folks are the ones who are largely vegan, or support things like eating insects and tofu (for the good of the planet), and that animals have RIGHTS? There is a a geopolitical agenda linked to all of this.  The United Nations, lessening the sovereignty of The United States and COLLECTIVISM. And hatred of the individual and belief that people are inherently EVIL, and we are all killing Mother Earth.
I’m all about individual choices, let the collective be damned!  I’d rather die earlier eating bacon, pepperoni and hot dogs, then live to be 105 eating tofu and insects!
And I LIKE bacon!
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It’s about who is at the tiller of this Republic’s Ship of State. - Guffaw



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